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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.