All language subtitles for Murder City s01e02 Under the Skin

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Oh shit!

They're super!

Bloody idiot!

I've got this theory.

There are four, and only four, motives
for murder, and they are, in

order, money, love, no, sorry, love,
money, sex, vengeance.

Luke? Yeah? Don't talk to skulls. It
doesn't look very good.

Look, I need you over at India Lane.

Eight -year -old woman, Janet Jones.

Multiple stab wounds, valuable gun.

I ran up the usual shell suit.

It looks like a massive head trauma.

It's probably a workman's pickaxe or
spade. Check the teeth, though. The

tried to pull them.

Maybe he or she just had bad season.

No, it's a he.

Prominent superorbital ridges. Note the
size of the mandible. Call that the

penis of the upper body.

That's definitely one of you lot.

There is no evidence to suggest a
suspicious death.

Now, come on.

Luke, now!

Penis of the upper body.

Yes.

I made it up.

Yeah, could have said penis now and
again.

Guy's on the back foot.

How'd you dump a body in a place like
that without getting noticed?

Yeah. Yeah, but I'm just about to get...
Uh -huh.

Yeah. Okay.

Now I'm on my way.

Turner.

Called one of his case review meetings.

You're going to have to run this crime
scene on your own.

Oh, please.

Do it right. Susan, tonight, and for one
night only, I am you.

Yippee.

He came in through the bathroom window.
The victim came through here from the

bedroom, caught him turning the place
over and... Stabbed him multiple times.

Evidently, this has got a lot of blood
on them.

Where's the DI?

Susan's busy.

I'm in charge.

80 years old today.

Had all her family with her before for a
meal.

Look. The daughter and the grandson
downstairs. Excellent.

Right on cue.

D .F. Phil.

Hi. D .F. Phil.

You okay?

Margaret. Paul.

Hi. Oh, Michael.

There's supposed to be security.

What the hell happened here?

Who's in charge?

I am, dear Dan.

Michael Jones.

Mr Jones' son.

Hi. How are you doing?

Do you know who did this?

We're getting there.

Forget your belt.

And what is this skull thing?

I don't like skulls. They're for the
bodies. They're simple.

Anyway, it could be a Roman centurion or
a conscientious objector. What kind of

a police state?

My mother's burdened. I'm arrested
because my hair was wet.

Who's in charge here?

Your watch, Susan.

It wasn't a break -in gone wrong. He
killed her.

Running the old home alone alibi.

Chased his clothes after leaving his
mother's birthday party early in the

evening and turning up after her death.

You wouldn't be doing this on the hurry
-up because of that skull thing, would

you?

Michael Jones is... package holiday
business was in serious trouble. He

gain over 300 grand from his mother's
death.

Oh, Jesus.

I'd like to talk to you.

Right, Michael Jones did not kill his
mother.

Because when she was murdered, he wasn't
just somewhere else. He was someone

else.

OK, yeah, you were here yesterday.

I'd like to be Anne Margaret.

Janet's going to love this.

Thank you.

He's wasted 174 .33 man hours.

174 .33.

Chasing some friend of Dorothy who was
hiding in the closet.

He's a transvestite, not a homosexual.

He's a transvestite, not a transsexual.
What is the difference? About six

inches.

Susan, he's trying to suck me into
metaphysical speculation, and I'm

35 % responsible.

Perhaps a fresh pair of eyes, sir.

Good idea, Adrian.

Hold back the night and run this one for
me, will you?

Susan.

Family liaison, Bill Bridges. Sympathy,
empathy.

Emotional, womanly stuff. We don't want
Ms. Michael Jones hitting us with a

lawsuit.

Butterflies win.

Nip it in the bud, okay?

Sir.

And put him on the skull thing.

It's a dead end.

Which is exactly where he belongs.

Okay, guys.

Everything, no matter how trivial.

Checked, catalogued, rechecked.

Oh, I'm sorry, but we are the police.

We have an obligation to do these things
right.

Come on!

Timmy, you coming with me? He kind of
hates me, doesn't he?

All your work, then, everything you
stand for.

Funny, though.

You got exactly what you wanted.

That skull's a suspicious death, Susan.

And I'm a murder squad detective.

Love and marriage, horse and carriage.
Do I have a choice?

Odontology have had a look.

The teeth have been tampered with.

Pliers, maybe a nutcracker, making
dental record identification impossible.

Male, 35 to 45, have been dead between
three to six years.

What about a smashed cranium?

The fractures are at least three years
old and are a probable cause of death.

You got any DNA sample material here?
When I get something, I'll call you.

Then again, maybe I won't call you.

You'll just have to sit by the phone and
wait and wonder.

Okay.

Thanks, honey.

Right, I've got to go.

I don't know.

What do you reckon?

It's your old career in reverse, Huey.

Now you're bringing the dead back to
life.

You have stopped killing people, haven't
you?

That's Hugh Wiley, the murderer.

Ex -murderer. No, there's no such thing.

Prison's definitely half empty for you,
isn't it?

He's a highly collectible sculpt now.
Luke, this isn't yet a murder inquiry,

you're doing a craniofacial
reconstruction. And Professor

I know who he is. Look, it turns out
he's the forensic anthropologist on my

budget. He's going to go... Down an
octave.

I'll call him some favours.

Maxine Hume?

Yes.

Let's have some information about this
man.

He's been found dead in suspicious
circumstances.

You mean he's been murdered?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Why sorry?

Well, if you knew him.

Four years ago, my sister and I shared a
taxi with this man.

I was dropped off first.

Eileen was found the next morning, dead.

She'd been raped and strangled.

That man killed my sister.

OK, we're looking for this guy's mate.

One silver earring, got blood on it.
Found at the scene of the crime.

A woman called Maxine Hume has
recognised the skull.

He is the commercial rogue killer.

Maxine's younger sister Eileen was the
third victim. Maxine was the key

Spends 20 minutes with the company and
look at this.

Photo fit of the man based on Maxine's
prescription from four years ago and our

reconstructed skull.

The guy in the taxi was not the
commercial road killer.

That was a lifestyle perv called Terry
Keith. Terry Keith

committed suicide while on remand. Try
reading the file before you go chasing

shadows.

Adrian, these are photographs taken by
Janet Jones' daughter.

Like she was murdered.

See?

I think that this is his earring.

Hmm?

Yes.

Yeah, OK, all right. When I interviewed
him, his hair was down.

Brian, scramble in the rest team and
bring him in.

Karen, run a check on this, would you?
You.

Go play with your skull.

You're here as in a ponytail at your
gran's birthday meal.

Later, after she's dead, it's down.

You know what?

I'm betting that this is your blood.

I was at my grandma's party.

My earring got caught on something.

And it fell off.

I'd like to call my solicitor now.

Please.

Cold little shite, eh?

Hmm.

Just have to warm him up then, won't we?

Okay. In here.

Give me a bit of privacy.

Yeah, put me through to Daniel please.

Your seventh birthday. Your grandma kept
that video.

She was so proud of you.

It's out.

Seven times.

Her lip long was punctured. Twice.

And all four.

An Audi TT.

A plasma screen.

A cascade of wealth down the generations
wasn't happening fast enough for you.

Well, you couldn't wait.

Susan. Adrian is taking his confession
right now.

Very good.

You're re -earning my provisional
respect.

Oh, home, husband, child, career.

Now this? Well, my life is complete.

Susan. You're in my office. What are you
doing in my office? Oh, you need to be

there.

Do you remember the rule? It says, door
shut, Susan time.

Susan time.

No, seriously, the workies found this in
the skull hole.

It's a piece of neck bone. Pathology
Annie's had a look.

What have you done to Pathology Annie?

Nothing. Don't forget that.

This matches to the skull and it's
severed using an electric saw.

Mm -hm.

Get me a deeper dig on this hole, see if
you can find a rest for the body.

Is there any more bodies?

Oh, and if you think you're going to
need sonar, come for me. I'll harass

Turner.

George, stop chewing your pen.

Get on to the local authority, see if
you can find out who the contractors

when this piece of ground was last dug
up.

All right, I've got this.

Maxine Hume's statements from four years
ago. Fifteen different statements taken

by seven different police officers.

If they go through that taxidermy, and
look, the same story every time.

The statements are identical, almost
word for word.

So what are you saying?

She's hiding something?

Maybe not consciously.

You're right. Okay.

The latest thinking in neuroscience,
right?

So memory is like a Windows program, not
a computer.

Right?

Do you want to access certain files?

You have to open certain folders.

Now, inside Maxine's memory, there is a
folder called My Taxi Ride with Eileen

and Her Killer, right?

Now, inside that folder, maybe, maybe
there is a hidden file. Now, we need to

access that file.

So I'm talking about a cognitive
interview, right? We take her back

that... No, no, I know what you're
talking about.

Do you know what you're talking about?

Yes, a psychological technique. No, no,
no, this is the most traumatic

experience of this woman's life.

We're not investigating the commercial
road killing. Yes, I know that.

But here's the closest thing we've got
to a few minutes.

No, I don't think I can.

I mean, he's dead. You said he was dead.
I just don't see the point.

Look, whoever this is, he did not kill
Eileen.

He killed Eileen.

I know that. And those other two girls,
Stephanie Lennox and Liz Branch. I mean,

I sat in a taxi with this man. I looked
at those eyes. You do not forget those

eyes.

I tell you, he killed Eileen.

We found trace evidence at your sister's
murder scene.

The DNA matches exactly to Terry
Keith's.

Look, I will do your cognitive interview
if you agree to reopen

the commercial rogue killings inquiries.

I am very sorry, but that's not going to
happen.

But thank you for your time.

You believe me, don't you?

Luke, let's go.

Mark Purvis. D .I. Olympic. This is D
.S. Stone.

Charlie's daughter?

Mm -hmm. How is he?

Still working the allotment?

Yeah, right.

Yeah. Retirement didn't suit me either.

So, Susan, you're working Misfits?

No, actually Murder Squad.

I suppose this, uh, is a missing person.

I know this face.

Why do I know?

Well, he was, for a time, your prime
suspect in the commercial road killings.

Terry Keats was a commercial road
killer.

Why are you reopening that inquiry?

Well, we're not. We're just trying to
establish the identity of this man and

only lead we have.

Maxine Hume.

Yeah.

And you.

Four years ago, you led a 150 -strong
team of detectives looking for this guy.

Did you get anywhere?

Any leads or hunches not covered in the
file?

You see, this was all based on Maxine's
description, but after we nailed Keats,

I really began to wonder, Maxine, was he
maybe just a figment of her

imagination? No, he was real. The
skull's sitting in our basement.

He was murdered four years ago.

OK. Obvious conclusion.

Terry Keats killed this man, too.

She's not a reliable witness. Why do you
have her interviewed 15 times?

Look, your case is the skull.

Who killed him? Who is he?

Just stay with that, all right? Yes,
yes. Just stay with that. Yes, but...

you. Listen... Oh, and another thing.

You dated Pathology Annie.

No, no, you dated her, and you didn't
call her back.

Susan Deye or Agony aren't. I wish you'd
make your mind up. Do you know that's

the worst thing you could do to a woman?

Not call her back.

She'll hate you forever.

Why would Mark Purvis think we were
reopening the case?

Because Mark Purvis is old school.

Do the job, get the results, no one
questions her.

And we don't get men like Mark Purvis on
this job.

Not anymore.

Yes?

What's your monkey doing?

He's following the skull, all right? No
more and no less.

Great, great. Thanks, bye.

Right, that was Maxine Hume, and she
wants to do the cognitive interview.

Oh.

What made you change your mind?

He believes me.

Luke, you take her apart and I hope you
can put her back together.

Let's go.

Okay. I'm going to ask you a lot of
questions.

Some of them might seem trivial, but
we'll just go with them.

So, you were putting in the taxi
opposite Eileen and the man?

Yes.

And were they saying anything?

Were they speaking?

What were they doing?

He was sitting there.

She was over there and she was staring
at him and she was flirting with him,

ignoring me, so I looked out the window.
What did you see?

Anything you want to tell us?

Details, sounds, smells, anything?

Well, we passed that shop, except it was
a... It was a bridal wear shop. What

was it called?

Cathcart.

When we were little, Eileen used to drag
me there to look at the dresses in the

window.

Then we stopped at the light.

Seemed like ages, and then we went past
the cinema.

What were they showing?

I don't know. I can't remember.

What about Eileen?

Eileen and the man?

What were they doing?

He was sitting there quite still.

And she kept leaning over to him and
whispering and cuddling up to him.

And she was giggling.

And that way she always did.

And he looked at me and then a police
car went by and I wanted to stop it.

You wanted to stop the police car.

Why?

I don't know.

Something about the way he looked at me.

I couldn't look at him.

Why not?

Why not, Maxine?

I don't know.

I don't know. There's something about...
And then Eileen was trying to distract

him, and she reached up and she turned
to... But he wouldn't let her touch his

face. He wouldn't let her touch him.

Oh, God.

And that's when I knew... That's when I
knew where he was.

I saw a shop.

It was a sports shop, I don't know,
cricket or golf or something, and he

at it.

He looked at the shop, and I spoke to
him, and I asked him.

What did you ask him? I don't know.

I don't know. I asked him something, and
I was trying to distract Eileen, to

warn her, to say, go home with me, come
home with me.

What did he say? I don't know what he
said.

I said something like, yes, he liked
golf.

He said that he had been playing at the
weekend and a friend of his had won a

cup because they'd got a hole -in -one.

And Eileen started laughing and she's
going, Oh, a hole -in -one.

Oh, my God.

Maxine.

Maxine, what is it? What is it, Maxine?

Maxine.

What is it, Maxine?

She always wanted all of the attention.

Didn't say anything else, Maxine.

Didn't say anything else.

Didn't say anything else before you left
Eileen.

I didn't leave, Eileen.

I didn't leave her. Why do you say that?
I didn't leave her. I said, why did you

come with me?

She didn't get out, did she?

No. No, no, no, she stayed with him,
didn't she, Maxine?

I don't know. Where were they going,
Eileen?

I don't know. Come on, Maxine, where
were they going?

Come on, did he give an address to the
driver? Come on, think.

You have to give an address to the
driver.

I tried to persuade her. I tried to
persuade her to come with me, and she

didn't. Come on, Maxine, where were they
going?

I didn't leave her, I promise.

Come on, where were they going when you
left her? I tried to persuade her to

stay. I tried to say to her, it's all
right, but she wanted to stay. She

to stay with him. I didn't leave her, do
you understand?

You're lying, Maxine.

You're lying.

You're lying. I am not lying. You're
lying. I am not lying. You're lying. I

not lying, you bastard.

It's all right. Come on, it's okay,
Maxine. It's all right. It's okay. It's

now. It's all right.

It's okay.

Oh, God.

She was behaving like a slut, and I
thought, oh, showing off all the time.

Go on, you stupid slut.

Go on, you stupid bitch.

Go home with him.

You deserve it.

And I got out of the car, and I slammed
the door.

And that was it.

It's my fault.

I killed Arlene.

You do know you go too far, don't you?

I mean, why? Why are you like this? This
isn't about me.

Go home and sort yourself out.

Eileen started laughing and she said,
oh, a hole in one.

Yes, he liked golf.

He said that he had been playing at the
weekend and a friend of his had won a

cup because they'd got a hole in one.

And a friend of his had won a cup
because they'd got a hole in one.

And a friend of his had won a cup
because they'd got a hole in one.

Alison, it's your turn.

Light or sugar?

That's something like, yes, he liked
golf.

He said that he had been playing at the
weekend.

That isn't him.

That's a hidden file.

He said one a cup because he'd got a
hole in one.

All right, all right, calm down. Just
take a deep breath. Frank, Frank, you

like a golfer. Oh, yours.

Come on, back me up there.

A hole in one is a big deal, right?

Yeah, once in a lifetime if you're
lucky.

I played at Roe Bannock once. Yeah, no,
tell it to the brother -in -law, Frank.

Tell it to the brother -in -law.

The skulls, mate, got a hole in one, and
he won a cup.

So?

So?

He's a member of a golf club, or he was.

Plays in the monthly medal.

And?

What?

I'm busy.

It's recorded.

As a member of a golf club, when you get
a hole -in -one, it's recorded.

It's recorded. We tore through golf club
records from the 23rd to the 25th of

September 1999.

The day you hit a hole -in -one, you
remember everything about it. What the

weather was like, what the traffic was
like, what your wife's name is.

Who you were playing with. And who you
were playing with. Who you were playing

with.

David Crawford.

Left heel in line with the ball.

Visualise. Then.

D .F. Stone.

This is my colleague, D .I. Susan
Alembic.

Shouldn't those be on your back?

All in the line of duty, sir. Four years
ago, you'd scored a hole -in -one at

the Greenacres course in Berkshire.

The 13th.

Am I right?

Do you recognise this one?

It's Carl McCready.

It's Carl McCready. There's something
missing.

I picked him behind the bar.

I didn't know you carried a magnifying
glass.

I am a detective, Susan.

What's that on his face?

It's a birthmark.

Look, anyway, what's this all about?

Was Carl McCready a friend of yours?

Not really.

I surely barged in, actually.

When was the last time you saw him?

I haven't seen him since... Four years
ago. It's at the time of death.

Carl McCready's dead?

So the evidence would suggest.

Sorry, mate, but we're going to need
this.

It's all right.

Bring it back.

That's him.

Yes, that is him.

It's who?

The man in the taxi with Eileen and me.

It's him.

Are you sure? It's been four years now
and it's not a good photograph.

It's the eyes.

But what's that on his face?

Birthmark.

And you were with him? He was wearing
make -up.

What?

You mean if I'd seen this, I could have
described him and we'd have caught him?

He was going out to kill, so he covered
it up.

I'm right, aren't I?

Maxine, that man's name is Carl
McCready.

Most likely he covered up his birthmark
because he was embarrassed about it.

Yes, he was in the taxi with you and
Eileen, but Carl McCready is not the

commercial road killer.

More likely, he was a victim of the
commercial road killer.

Excuse me.

Hello, yeah.

You believe me, don't you?

Yes, Mr Crawford, yeah.

Thank you. We'll look into it straight
away. Thank you.

Alison, would you show Miss Hume out,
please?

Thank you, Maxine.

You've got to go.

Now.

Yeah, Carl McCready's still alive. Saw
him last Monday.

I was at the driving range and I heard
him saying he was dead.

And I thought, that's not right.

So when exactly did he see him then?

I was up west with Sharon, my ex
-fiancée's sister -in -law.

Don't ask. And we ran straight into
Nellie, his wife.

Yeah, well, Mr Britton, you know, we're
here because you said you saw Carl

McCready, not his wife.

Yeah, well, Nellie said her and Carl was
up on holiday. That's why she had to

run.

She got in the car and he passed us.

Carl was driving and waved at me. Are
you sure about that? Four years is a

time. People can change a lot.

He might have filled out a bit.

Look, it was him, OK?

Get that thing on his face, the
birthmark.

I saw Carl McCready. He is alive.

I never could stand him.

He's in a lot of trouble.

Bank accounts, credit cards, all still
active.

According to customs, he's been abroad
six times in the last four years.

That's a lot of holidays for a dead man,
Luke.

It's a routine call for the purposes of
elimination.

Or we're harassing an innocent man.

Hello. My name is Detective Inspector
Susan Allenby. This is my colleague...

We'd like to speak to your husband.

My husband? Yes.

Carl! Some people here to talk to you.

Oh! Right.

Okay.

Yes.

This is me.

Obviously.

I remember.

This was taking the day. Jim Crawford...
No.

Dave Crawford's hole -in -one out at
Greenacres.

Maybe I should grow my hair again.

Don't you dare, Daddy Bear.

Look.

You haven't got a twin, have you?

A twin?

Not that I know of.

Sorry. Look, Mr MacReady, I'm sure this
is just a misunderstanding, but you've

been identified by a witness in
connection with an ongoing murder

Carl.

Okay, Nellie.

I'm sure this is all just... Don't
worry.

Do you know a woman called Maxine Hume?

No.

Look, I know you've got a job to do.

So I'll cooperate in any way I can.

Well, I'm not sure there's anything...
Actually, there is something you can do

for us.

No.

This man?

Carl McCready?

He was in the lineup.

No, he wasn't.

I mean, he couldn't have been. You said
he was dead.

Oh, my God, he's alive, isn't he?

He's alive, and I didn't recognize him.

This means you can't prosecute, doesn't
it?

We have taken a wrong turn down a dead
end driven by Maxine.

Never listen.

How could she know about the golf thing,
about the hole -in -one?

That's how we got here.

That's how we got from the skull to the
reconstruction to Karl McCready. How

could she know that four years ago he
played a game of golf and his mate got a

hole -in -one? I don't know. Another
hidden file?

Look, she wants to believe the man in
the taxi killed her sister, otherwise

she's the guilty one. Do you understand
what I'm saying?

She's seen what she wants to see.

Maybe she's not the only one.

Bright and early tomorrow, and back to
basics.

Okay.

Nobody really knew Carl McCready.

He joins a golf club, he doesn't even
drink.

I wouldn't let my daughter marry a man
who didn't drink.

Cheers.

Wasn't good at only that thing on his
plate.

Anyway, you told me he was dead.

Rumours of his death were somewhat
exaggerated.

Well, if you do see him, can you tell
him to come back and get his stuff?

Yeah, sure.

But I'll tell you something else.

What did you mean by stuff?

From his locker.

He never did come back to pick it up.

I tried phoning him a couple of times.

But I just got his answering machine.

And his moved house.

Didn't leave him far with the address.

You got that DNA material from our
skull, yeah?

I'm fine, thank you, Luke. Nice of you
to be so concerned. My emotional

temperament? Well, I've had better days.

Annie, I should have called you. I know
that. Not that anyone's wrong.

I'm very, very sorry.

But I'm one million percent on duty
here, and I really need to know that

information. No marisample over there.

Don't you dare tell me you love me.

Can't I even say I love you as a friend?

No. That makes me feel fat.

Perfect, Matt.

Are you sure?

DNA doesn't lie. Your identity is your
identity.

Unless you change your identity.

Or nick it.

The hair follicle I retrieved from the
skip gap at the driving range. Okay,

there. The bone marrow from the skull.
There.

Exact match.

Right.

I don't know you right here.

Why don't you tell me you're right here?

Well, you're a detective, I'll let it
out. I am a detective.

This man is the Skull.

The Skull is Karl McCready. And Karl
McCready, the Skull, was murdered.

Well, who killed Karl McCready, then?

Karl McCready.

I am Karl McCready.

I have the birth certificate, the
passport.

You applied for a new passport three and
a half years ago. National insurance

number WXF 0383985F.

Moved to your current address four years
ago.

Date of birth, 7 -10 -61. And it's rude
to stare.

Bank account, credit card, mortgage, all
changed within the last four years.

Who hasn't?

Mother's maiden name, Delaney. You
killed Karl McCready and you stole his

identity.

The birthmark.

It's a tattoo.

All right, then. Let's go and wrap this
up.

You've got a problem.

The DNA material from the skip cap on
the skull.

It definitely belongs to the same man.

But when I ran it against the crime
scene database, it flagged up as Terry

Keats.

Oh, for Christ's sakes, Luke. Have you
arrested the wrong man again? No.

No, it's got to be a mistake.

Look, I can only hold him for 24 hours.
Now get it fixed!

Commercial rogue killings.

They keep jumping up and biting us.

We're not even investigating them,
Simon, and they keep coming back.

Why?

I mean, how can the skull's DNA match
Terry Keith's?

We know that Terry Keith's skull is
buried in his hometown up north.

Hair follicle from the skip cap. Yeah.

Bone marrow from the skull.

One hit.

Terry Keith?

One hit?

What do you mean by one hit?

One hit?

Why are we only getting a hit, Terry
Keith, on the Arlene Hume crime scene,

when we know that Terry Keith committed
a sexual assault six months earlier?

So why isn't the database giving us a
hit on that crime scene too?

I don't know.

Well, where are you going with this,
anyway?

We always go where nothing makes sense.

Back to the physical evidence.

Terry Keats. DNA evidence recovered from
the sexual assault.

And this?

Female thumb recovered from the Eileen
Hume crime scene.

They should match, shouldn't they?

Let's run him and see.

Well, I told him to sit down, looked him
right in the eye, and I said, With all

due respect, sir, you couldn't detect
panic on a thinking ship.

Terry Keats is not the commercial road
killer.

Uh, Luke?

He was framed.

Someone tampered with the evidence.

For Christ's sake. Maxine was right. The
man in the taxi was Carl McCready, the

real Carl McCready. He killed her
sister.

You knew this?

And you framed Terry Keats. Why?

Turn us off this. Now!

Terry Keats committed a sexual assault,
but Carl McCready, Carl McCready killed

Arlene Hugh.

The DNA was swapped over by Mark Purvis.
Mark Purvis has an unblemished record

as a police officer. Terry Keats
subjected his victims to eight hours of

beatings, verbal humiliation, repeatedly
raped her, left her by the side of the

road for dead. Look at the outcome.

That animal is off the streets, the
commercial road killing stop.

Mark Purvis is a good man.

He's hampered with the evidence.

He tampered with the evidence.

He tampered with the evidence. I think
we will get your point.

Do you need that in the bottle?

He's using metaphors, Susan.

Make him stop.

What is it you think we do here?

We solve crimes.

No, we accumulate clear -ups.

There's a difference.

I'd like to say... Sir, I'm
pontificating, Adrian.

I'm tentatively excited by this. Three
clear -ups for the price of one, plus

mystery man downstairs for the skull
murder, Mark Purvis.

He cast a long shadow over my DCI ship.

Be good to clear the deck, Tim.

We do not make accusations against a
fellow officer. Mark Purvis tampered

the evidence, and according to the way I
see it, that is wrong. Wrong.

Now we have a murder suspect downstairs
and I think we should start flirting

with convicting him, don't you?

Since when did you grow a spine?

We have DNA evidence that proves that
Carl McCready was the commercial

rogue killer.

Either you're a serial killer or you're
a

serial killer killer.

I know which I'd rather be when it comes
to sentencing.

It's not rocket science.

Find a guy with a bit of money.

Become his friend.

Get drunk with him.

Drunk?

Yeah. It's a good way to get close to
someone.

Then when you know him inside out,
well... The birthmark thinks this.

His defining characteristic.

This city.

People fade away.

One morning...

A man, with a birthmark, a loner, no
friends, no family, goes to the

office.

Ten hours later, a man, roughly the same
age, roughly the same build and

colouring, but with exactly and
precisely the same birthmark, comes

He's a different man, of course, but who
notices?

Who cares?

Who are you?

Who are you really?

Once I have this, I tally with his
passport photo.

I have his credit cards. I made a decent
go of his signature. I was Carl

McCready.

Except there was something I didn't
know.

He was a multiple killer.

The twat had gone and ordered himself a
Filipino bride.

She turned up.

A few days later, after I'd... Well, you
know.

Good evening, Carl.

I'm Nellie.

Four years.

Another day passed.

I didn't think about getting rid of her.

Just hang on a minute.

Luke, a word.

He's lying.

Roy Britton recognized Nellie in the
street, which means he must have met her

with a real McCready. I saw Carl
McCready. He is alive.

No, Nellie's arrival predates the
murder.

He's protecting Nellie. And I'm pretty
sure he's buying time.

Passenger lists. Airport stations. The
lot.

Come on, Annie. Boat up.

Don't move. You're under arrest.

Mike was the answer to all my problems.

Mike who?

He never told me.

I didn't ask. I didn't care.

I was using him.

To kill your husband?

No.

No. I seduced Mike.

I wanted rid of my husband, but I wanted
to keep his house, his money, and the

lifestyle.

So once I killed him, I just persuaded
Mike to replace

him.

I killed Carl McCready.

I killed Carl McCready.

I'll take the consequences.

I came 7 ,000 miles for a better life.

I wasn't just doing it for myself.

But McCready... Yeah.

He beat me.

I'll throw myself on the mercy of the
court.

And if he killed those poor girls...
Natural justice.

Maybe I did the world a favor.

I did it all. The planning, the
execution.

But I needed her cooperation, so I
seduced her.

So you are saying that you killed Carl
McCready?

I'm your man.

He came home in one of his black moods.

I knew the look in his eyes.

He was coming for me and I.

I grabbed the iron.

One murder, two confessions.

Who's your mortgage on?

Nellie. Well.

Mike's tattoos.

He voluntarily disfigures himself for
life. Now, that is not something you do

for money or sex. It's something you
do... For love.

Now you're getting the hang of it.

Nellie's our killer.

We need evidence from an unknown crime
scene from four years ago.

Or we need to punch a hole in his story.

How many times do I have to tell you?

He invited me back for a drink.

Oh. Look, I know it doesn't sound very
pre -planned, but I wasn't expecting the

opportunity to come along, but it did,
so I took it.

I was kind of drunk. We both were.

And you picked up the iron and you
whacked him? What, and he just stood

and let you?

No.

He'd gone to fix us more drink. Drink?

Really? What kind of drink?

I don't know, a couple of whiskeys. For
the both of you?

Yes.

Tom McCready with T -Total, wasn't he?

Yeah, no, not the best with the serial
killer pathology.

Control freak.

Worry of disinhibitors.

You see, we have several witnesses,
including Nellie, who say he didn't

OK. Well, maybe he wasn't drinking.

But you said he was.

It was a soft drink.

I don't know. I had other things on my
mind. So you were about to kill him?

Yes. And you killed him while he was
fixing a glass of lemonade?

Yes.

But I picked up the iron. Oh, where was
the iron? On the ironing board.

I picked up the iron. Plugged or
unplugged?

Christ. Do you want my confession or
not?

Do we want his confession?

Yeah. We're the police.

Yeah. We want his confession.

Yeah.

Plugged or unplugged?

Unplugged, for God's sake. I picked up
the iron and I whacked him. Oh, how many

times? Once.

Oh. As hard as I could. One blow to the
head. He was gone. Dead.

So, you're telling me that you whacked
him once on the head while he was fixing

drinks? Yes.

With the iron? Yes.

For Christ's sake, I picked up the iron.
I didn't give a shit whether he was

drinking or not. I picked up the iron
and I hit him as hard as I could.

On the back of the head.

With the iron.

Now, which little bit of that didn't you
understand?

You see, you've gone a little bit off
message here, Mike.

Because, you see, the fatal blow was
struck from in front of the victim, not

from behind.

You disposed of the body,

but it was Nellie who killed him.

We met in the coffee shop.

She was crying.

We fell in love.

Christ, he... Sometimes she'd come to
meet me and the... The

bruising.

Can you blame her?

Can anyone blame her?

Nellie's no threat to society.

Do you know why she put up with MacReady
and his abuse?

The money. Not for her.

For her family back home.

She's just an angel.

My sweet angel.

I killed Carl McCready.

I stole his identity.

Case closed.

Sorry.

Truth is not negotiable.

Is it?

The truth, non -negotiable.

Now you're wobbling again.

We get the truth, others interpret it.

You know that.

Who are you, really?

Who are you?

I'm Luke Stone.

I investigate murders.

Okay, Luke Stone.

I'll tell you who I really am.

And a lot more besides.

I was born the day they killed Gandhi.

I was named after my father.

He worked on the railways.

His name was...

Carl McCready kills for sex.

Mike Cannelli for love.

Paul Whitevale for money.

Maxine Vengeance.

I tick the boxes.

I make patterns.

I catch the killer, but...

You've been in the wars.

Women.

Can't live with them.

Bath the beer nuts.

A policeman investigates a series of
murders.

Follows the trail and it leads to a girl
6 ,000 miles from home.

She's killed a killer.

And she's found love.

An evil psycho is dead, and a good and
decent man takes his place.

So the policeman thinks, natural
justice.

So he buries the truth and gets his
happy ending.

Maxine with the price.

And it was all fine.

It was all fine until this resurfaces.

Another policeman, as dedicated and
tenacious as the first policeman, chases

chases and doesn't let it go.

Well, you should have let it go.

Evidence tampering.

There'll be an internal inquiry.

They'll put it down to administrative
error.

We can't have all my convictions
questioned as unsafe.

Unless you can prove I fiddled the
evidence.

Even you can't do that.

You alright?

You're going to get soaked without an
umbrella.

You know, there was no choice. You had
to do what you did.

And if you ever stop doing it, well,
don't.

Love train back to Essex.

Night, Luke.

Night, Susan.