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It happened again.

And now you're on the trail of a serial killer. Dr. Winterbourne compiled his

psychological profile.

Close and intimate. One of the biggest internet dating sites in the world. Come

on, Mum. Everyone's doing it.

We bring the internet suspects to us.

Kelly makes email contacts, sets up a date.

We've managed to narrow it down to a more tightly focused band of about 25

potential suspects.

It's a memento. When I read in the papers that she was killed, I went out

bought one.

We're no closer to getting a result. Just a minute.

It's him.

Kelvin Grendel. I first met him about six years ago on a sex offenders

programme. I mean, I'd never grasshopper mate, but I just can't get through to

him. Personally, I'd be more worried about his family, particularly his kids.

You burst in here, you terrorise our family, and all because you're shagging

his day! Are you under a lot of psychological strain?

I could so easily kill you.

I shouldn't have stepped down the surveillance.

He was on the website, Taylor Evans.

Because of me, another innocent person is dead.

Toxicology has confirmed the presence of the immobilizing drug.

The sex of his victims may have changed, but his signature hasn't.

We're looking at double the number of potential victims if our killer is gay.

Bisexual. How did we miss that?

It's not about sex.

These killings are more about power and control.

For a killer like this, the sex of the victim is almost irrelevant.

X -ray is on the move. It's now entering sex door.

Okay, apart from his computer, Grendel's only active relationship is with his

local pawn shop. Examples here, unfortunately nothing illegal.

Why unfortunately?

Well, then we could get the owner on a squeal and deal and target Grendel that

way. He probably began to use pornography in adolescence.

As a boy, he would have fantasized over extreme images of bondage.

Yeah, but you're not going to tell me this sort of stuff turned a boy into a

killer. The fantasies alone won't, but combined with a sense of isolation, a

traumatic childhood, a broken home, it's a pretty toxic mix.

We've got one last stab at this.

I want a hard and fast proactive strategy. You can have any resources you

When do you think you'll kill again?

The cooling off time between offences is getting shorter.

I'd say he's moving from a serial killer to a spree killer, which means?

He's on a self -destructive trajectory now. He's caring less and less about

getting caught.

I want a timescale, not a profile.

Weeks, maybe days.

OK, you've got to get Grandel in for questioning.

Why? He's on the sex offender's register.

He'll get suspicious if you don't bring him in.

And I think that's my way into him.

It's a legend that I've used before as a sex offender.

This is dangerous territory.

Yeah, well, you could waste months trying to get evidence, but Grendel's

Boy Scout. He's not going to leave fingerprints.

You're very quiet, Liam.

Something you're not happy with?

No. I'll be friend and betray as a classic gambit.

Well, I suppose it's the lesser of two evils.

Frankly, I'll do anything I can to take this monster off the street.

He's not a monster, I'm afraid. He's human.

All too human.

We're all capable of killing.

Whatever.

Liam?

Liam?

You all right?

Yeah, why shouldn't I be?

Just don't sing yourself, that's all.

It's a good job not to be myself.

You asked for this session. I presume you wanted to talk.

I haven't been telling you everything.

You haven't been telling me anything.

No, thank you, and please don't hesitate to get in touch. You know where I live.

Hey, get your hands off me! That is assault, and in front of witnesses.

Mr Hanson!

Yeah? Police brutality.

I could sue you.

You know you can't smoke in here.

Yeah? What are you going to do, sir?

Tie me to a post and whip me.

Just sit down and shut up.

You can't keep me here. I've already cooperated with questioning.

We may need your cooperation later for an identity parade.

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Sitting in front of your one -way mirror, polishing your truncheon.

You've gone too far.

Where are all the good men, Dad?

In the heart or in the head?

Can we see Mr Bishop now?

Push these buttons all right.

Play them like a flute.

What are you looking at?

So you're into football, are you?

What do you do?

Play home or away.

What sort of ball do you use?

Leather or rubber?

Oh, come on.

I know what you're into, otherwise you wouldn't have been dragged into this

pantomime. What pantomime?

Some young kid pushed the envelope too far. They're just trying to eliminate us

from their inquiries.

I should have known from the moment I met her she was trouble.

But that didn't stop you?

No, she's been stalking my family, sending obscene text messages.

Was the sex good?

What's my got to do with it?

Maybe that's what turned you on. Her neediness.

Her vulnerability.

Maybe you wanted to hurt her.

Why would I want to do that?

Revenge.

You don't know what you're talking about.

You wanted to control the relationship.

Show Thady who was boss.

You humiliated her to make up for your humiliation.

I've had enough of this.

Pam hurt you.

Rejected you.

And now you're punishing every woman in your path.

Like hurting women, do you, Liam? Just stay out of my face, all right?

You came to me, Liam.

I'm trying to help you face up to your anger.

How many people have you corresponded with since you've been a member of Close

and Intimate?

Tonight.

Hundreds.

And how many have you actually met?

Tonight?

Maybe a couple of dozen.

And you engage in sadomasochistic acts.

Nobody got hurt.

It was consensual.

You ever communicated with someone called Taylor Evans?

Can't remember.

He used the name Agnus Dei.

Perhaps this will refresh your memory.

Ring any bells now?

So tell me about your dreams.

No, stupid.

They probably don't mean anything.

Close your eyes.

What are you going to do, hypnotise me?

Just relax.

Close your eyes and tell me about your dream.

I'm at home.

In your flat?

No, my house. My old house.

And I go indoors.

I go up the stairs.

And there they are.

They're who are?

Pam and Max.

On the landing.

Staring down at me.

How are they looking at you?

That's sad.

Let down.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

Nothing.

Your pulse is racing.

What's happening to me? Yeah, you're having a panic attack. Just take a deep

breath.

Oh, jeez.

Are you following me? I swear I've touched my butt.

Mum, you've got a job to go to.

I'm trying to watch the screenplay.

No, me neither.

So how did the questioning go?

If you were right, you could see him coming a mile off.

Did they show you those pictures?

Of what?

You know, of that lad.

Yeah.

Showed them to me to try to break me down. Didn't work.

Did the pictures get you going?

No. They give you a what?

A hard -on.

Hey.

Yeah, I thought so.

Don't worry.

You're only human.

Do you know what spoke to you?

Yeah, that Pam and Max have been damaged or hurt by

something I've done.

I let them down, you know.

I've been a lousy husband and a...

I don't know how Pam and Max feel, but these are images in your head, Liam, of

projections of what you feel.

You're in mourning for the death of your marriage, for the loss of your family.

You've got to accept that.

You're the one feeling sad and lonely.

Approaching X -rays flat, going for a COVID.

We're in.

So what's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?

Could ask you the same thing.

You just can't keep your sticky little fingers away. Yeah.

Well, what you got?

That's an IFC extreme bond.

Valentine's from hell.

All in pocket, yes.

You want to try some homemade stuff?

Very realistic.

You won't find that in here.

Interesting thing.

What a hellhole.

People are just furniture in his own private fantasy.

Hey. You're a budding writer, aren't you?

When you write us a script, we get some people around and film it.

Where are you going?

Home. Why?

Look at me.

Can't you see the possibilities?

You've got to open your eyes.

We're not the only ones who are into what we're into.

By Dominic Hyman.

Let's have a closer look.

What have you got?

Newspaper cuttings about the murder of Claudia Bolton.

Unfortunately, a fascination with the murder is not a crime in itself.

Then we'd all be guilty.

There's ways of making people do what you want.

What do you mean?

Well, I made them. I dozed them up with that drug that you use, you know.

Then you can do what you like with them.

Like a puppet with the strings cut.

You wouldn't have any girl like that, would you?

There's nothing left in here.

Hang on, what's this?

The label's torn.

Cyclopyro... Cyclopyrolonis.

It's the drug they used in the other murders. As a friend, it's betrayed me.

many tablets are there?

Couple of dozen.

I'll take one for testing.

Tango 1 and X -ray, still on the move.

You ever been to one of those handkerchief parties?

I thought all that stuff went out in the 80s. No, it just went further

underground. And the codes have changed a bit as well.

Worst of all is grey.

Grey is dangerous.

Grey's over the edge. Grey is anything.

You're lucky to come out of one of those parties alive.

You're a bit of a grey man, are you, Grandel?

You fancy a pint?

No, better not. It's getting late.

I don't know what to do with you.

I mean, look at these people.

Zombies.

Half alive.

They don't know what's possible.

Well, we could show them something.

Ted, stop, Dee.

I haven't even started.

Let's go.

Kelly, can you speed things up?

Hold on a moment.

Can you ask the cameraman to go back to that poster?

Kilo Bravo Command, you hear that?

I think it could be important.

Some kind of pagan symbol.

It's the four elements, I think.

Kilo Delta, come on. Can I have an update?

He's moving faster than we thought. He's five minutes away.

Lima Delta, come on.

I think we have a problem.

I heard you. I'm on the case.

Kilo Bravo, come on. You have to get out of there.

Okay, come on.

Why weren't you looking where you were going? It's windy.

No,

I'm not having you through me.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

It's not a problem.

Smart move, Liam. You saved the operation.

I was just doing what I'm paid for.

Gabriel thinks he might have a profile for the next potential victim.

Gather round, everybody.

Every serial killer has a signature.

It's the symbolic dimension, the emotional compulsion satisfied by the

Sometimes this deeper purpose is unconscious, even to the killer himself.

Have you found it?

Fire, water, earth, air.

The four elements of pagan antiquity.

Claudia Bolton.

was a fire killing. She had a dragon tattoo, which she mentioned on her

profile, and she died facing an open fire.

Mimi Janssen was a water death.

She said on her profile that her favorite pastime was scuba diving, and

facing her aquarium.

As for Taylor Evans... Don't tell me he was into pot, Owen.

Close enough. He was a landscape gardener, and he died facing his own

garden, Earth.

So you're saying these killings are...

Occult.

Satanic. Come on, Grendel's a sick psycho, that's all. Let's not get

away. So you think the next victim might have something to do with air?

That's my hypothesis. I definitely think it's worth going over the close and

intimate database again.

What will we be looking for?

Flight attendants, hang glider enthusiasts, these sort of things.

I think Gabriel's made a major breakthrough. I want you all out there

a risk assessment of potential targets.

Can I give you a lift?

Yes, thanks.

I've just got to clip my thumb from school.

Do you really think these killings are satanic in origin?

No, of course not. But someone like Grendel often feels they're under the

influence of an outside force. Call it the devil, evil, whatever you like. You

sound like you're really working on his insanity defence.

No, what I'm saying is that his mind may be totally sane, but his emotions are

crazy.

He's criminally responsible. He knows what he's doing.

There's a difference between knowing something in your head and in your

You know what you're doing, but that doesn't help.

Now, here he comes.

We want to stop, but you can't.

Hello, sir.

You didn't forget us, did you?

I'm really not sure about this.

You're meeting a complete stranger.

Well, you've seen his photo and you've exchanged those emails.

Yeah, but I don't even know his real name.

Oh, don't worry. Look, we're meeting in a public place.

Yeah, OK, well, if you're not back by 11, then I'll... You'll call the police?

I'll see you later. OK, have fun.

Shit.

What's happened?

Your dad's there.

Oh, God, he mustn't see me like this.

Mum, so what? He knows you're seeing other guys. Yeah, but he doesn't know

and me are over, and I really don't want him knowing I'm desperate enough to

date on the internet.

Where's Mum hiding?

I thought it was supposed to be an amicable separation.

Oh, yeah, from her point of view. She gets the ass and the kids.

I get a bed -send TV dinner.

If you're at a loose end, you're welcome to come over to dinner.

Mum's happening again.

It's happening again.

Nice. I'm off.

Lucky bastard.

Do you know how many members of this site have got some reference to air in

their profiles?

2 ,342.

Bless. Where are you off to, anyway?

The dog has got two bones.

Oh, one bone will do me.

Who's the lucky girl?

Right, I'll tell you. You promised not to tell Liam.

What's the big secret?

I'm seeing Sadie.

The estate agent?

She's mad.

Garth, you're mad.

Exactly. We're a good match.

Olivia! Tanya!

A sexual psychopath does not become a killer because of his fantasies.

Anyone can have fantasies of rape, murder, sexual deviation.

Hello.

Sexuality already contains a great deal of violence and domination and

cannibalism. Can I have a leg, Dad?

Yes, of course. Here we are.

But it takes a certain bravery to really cross the line.

Sorry.

Sorry. No, no, no. She's always doing that.

Finny, Mummy.

Turn that bloody music down!

You might want to try the lapin

bouillé.

I don't see any lapin.

Boiled bunny to you.

I suppose you think that's funny, don't you?

Yep.

My pants are wet.

You put it so far, Garth. So close to the knuckle.

I don't know how you get away with it.

I can see it on the bestseller lists.

Oh, I don't know. It's more for a clinical than academic readership.

Then how do you do it?

I thought either was bad enough, but for you it's relentless, isn't it?

What is?

All that stuff you have to deal with.

I couldn't do it.

I lost the plot somewhere on the way.

It gets to us all.

We just have different ways of dealing with it.

So how do you deal with it?

I put all the demons in a box.

And then throw away the key.

I always screw up my relationships with men.

If I feel them backing off, I get too intense.

They back off even more, and it spirals out of control.

Is that what happened with Liam?

Mm -hmm.

I'm just saying you've been warned.

I'm the bitch from hell.

I like it, huh?

Go on. I'll do it.

Probably just another one of me psycho girlfriends.

Oh, it is.

Hello, sweetheart.

You bought some new handcuffs yet?

Garth, this is serious.

We've got a security breach.

I'm off duty.

It's Pamela, Liam's wife. She's on the Close and Intimate website.

That's a free country.

Her handle is Bird of Flight.

It's a personal matter.

One at a time.

Okay, I admit the risk to Pamela is quite low, but I don't think we can

to take that risk. She doesn't have the right victim profile.

That's not the only issue here. We have a conflict of interest between Liam's

personal and professional lives.

Well, what do you recommend?

Take Liam off the case.

You can't do that.

The whole cocktail of emotions is faster explosive.

You may disagree, Gabriel, but Liam is not your patient.

But Grendel was. Our priority is to put him behind bars. Without Liam, the

chances are better diminished.

Well, he'll be here any minute, so...

Well, it seems to me the choice is between telling Liam everything or

off the case.

Now, you two had better leave by the back way.

Hey, I didn't get a chance to have my say.

Get all the relays.

How's it going?

Yeah, I think we've got a way of, you know, getting Grendel where we want him.

We'll make him offend again, but at a time and a place of our choosing.

Basically, we screw his life up. First, we destroy his computer.

What's going on?

Well, we cause a power surge.

No, I mean here. Something's up.

Liam.

Could I have a word with you?

It's totally unethical, Gabriel.

A professional within our line of work can't mix profiling with therapeutic

work. I don't do therapeutic work anymore.

Yet you're trying to influence decisions about Liam.

And what about Grendel's right to confidentiality? I think he forfeited

when he went on this killing spree.

How can you write an objective profile when you know the person involved?

You could be twisting the facts to suit your theories.

I'll take that risk to solve this case.

That's exactly what I mean.

You're no longer thinking like a psychiatrist, you're thinking like a

And in the meantime, I might save a life or two.

Tell a few more copies of your book as well.

And that's goodbye to Grendel's computer.

Liam.

Did he tell you?

Are you off the case?

No. I'm going to see my wife.

So what's all this in aid of?

You said I had to communicate more.

What exactly would you like to communicate about?

Well, see how Max was doing with the idea of the movie.

See how you're doing?

Well... I suppose moving home will give me a chance to make a fresh start.

No.

A new life.

No need to, Mo.

How's your love life?

Not as active as yours, from what I can gather.

Now, calm down, now.

I'm a serial monogamist.

Just make that way.

So it didn't work out with you and Danny?

It was only a bit of fun.

I didn't want anything serious.

Why not?

I've got Max and Nicola.

They're enough.

What, more than enough?

They're a handful.

I love them more than anything in the whole world.

Do you think I've got any love left?

Well, we did a good job with them.

We just didn't have enough time for ourselves.

It wasn't all bad, was it?

No, Liam.

I've got some very happy memories.

But nearly all of them are from a long time ago.

I'm going to build a wall around this family.

Protect you all from my work, but I've failed.

Build a wall around myself instead.

What? What?

Who were mates?

Thought my page was the secret weapon.

He flushed it down the loo, didn't he?

I had to retrieve it, yeah.

Yeah, but Nicola, she wanted to sit on the loo for ages. She thought we might

off. Right.

We had some good times, didn't we?

It's not easy starting again.

You carry a load of baggage.

It's hard to meet new people.

I even tried one of those internet dating things.

You didn't? I didn't. Really?

How was it?

It was hilarious.

I couldn't recognise the guy from his photo.

And then it took me ages to work out that the hunk in the photo was the

fat, ball -blown bit with Ivan.

Well, you always try again.

Won't all be like that, will it?

I'm like you.

Old -fashioned.

No.

I won't be doing that again.

Pam. Don't.

Please, Liam.

I'm so tired.

I only ever slept... Probably when I slept next to you.

But since we've been apart, nothing's been right.

What's he doing now?

I really don't want to know.

He's crying.

Stop it again, man.

Camera 4.

I wonder why they've been so quiet.

Are you alright to drive?

Yeah.

You know, you can always sleep over.

You could be in the spare room, you know.

Yeah, I've got quite a job.

It's nice to know some things never change.

I was thinking of quitting.

Are you serious?

Would that make a difference to us?

Liam, there is no us.

Not anymore.

I don't want to go back to how things were, Pam.

I want to go forward.

He's making a call.

But not to me.

Hello?

Doctor, it's me.

If I felt I was going to cross the line.

I can't do it now.

It's happening again.

The long black cloud is coming down.

I'm looking for the heaven's door.

I need protecting from other people.

Other people need protecting from me.

I don't work with patients anymore, Kelvin.

I have these thoughts.

I see staring eyes.

They won't go away.

Can't you help me?

What do you do now?

I work for the police.

OK, thank you.

I've got Trace on the call. It's Winterbourne.

He's got to be pretty close to the edge if he's phoning his old psychiatrist.

What's he doing with those?

Thinking of taking his own life.

Yeah, or someone else's.

Here we go.

Who is it? It's Kelvin.

Don't.

Don't get back into this bed.

I don't want you in this bed. I don't want you in this house.

But you never did live here, really, did you?

You lived inside your head with your work and your books.

I tolerated it for the sake of the girls.

I kept the marriage going for their sake. I tolerated it because I thought

things would get better. Here we go again. Let me finish. You never let me

finish.

You always thought you could read me, didn't you?

Predict what I was going to do like one of your patients.

The girls are old enough now. I've spoken to a lawyer.

I don't suppose there's any point in asking why now.

You said it would all be over when the book was finished.

But I know things won't change.

You can't change.

Good night.

What happened to your eyes?

I am the walrus.

I am the ice man.

You ought to see a doctor, not an optician.

We're not filming here.

I've got a better location.

Kilo Delta, command.

Be aware, target is changing location.

Yeah, no worries. We've got a lump in the camera. We can track them wherever

they go.

All we need is for Grendel to show the same signature as his killer.

Then we strike.

So what's the scenario then?

I need to start thinking about my character. I'll tell you when we get

Do you want a cigarette?

No.

What is this place, then?

My mum's old flat.

Oh, is this where she... Where she what?

Used to live.

It kept her flat all these years.

I wonder if it left exactly as it was.

Turn it up a bit.

Tell me about the story.

What story?

You know, the fantasy that you've come up with.

It's not going to be a fantasy.

It's going to be real.

Well, hey, you know, I don't want a partner snuff movie, mate.

No chance for any sequels.

No, I mean real.

You know, like the boy in that photo?

Taylor Evans, remember?

Yeah.

Actually,

I think I will have the one with the sugar in it, if you don't mind.

When I found my mum hanging here, something inside me

died.

And you're cut off from the people that you love.

Something inside you dies.

It's so lonely being dead, if you know what I mean.

You need company.

So is this how you want me then?

Something like that.

Hey, be gentle with me.

It's only a rehearsal.

So where'd you get your ideas from?

How'd you come up with this one?

A picture.

One of the police showed me.

Who?

Imagine looking into someone's eyes as they crossed over.

You'd be the last thing that they saw.

You could see them staring death in the face.

That's it. We've got him.

Kilo Delta, come on. I think we've got everything we need.

Yep, we're moving in.

Very cinematic.

So, what happens now?

You should be paralysed soon.

It's getting interesting now, isn't it?

Why did you switch the coffee cups?

Why didn't you trust me?

I thought you were a friend.

Oh, no.

We... Yes, it paralyzes your tongue, too.

But do you know the really clever bit here?

It's not really murder. It's suicide.

See, it's all down to you.

Soon, you won't be able to stand up, and then you'll hang yourself to death.

Oh, that's it.

That's the look I'm looking for.

We're getting back up to each other. I thought you said we could track this

camera. This doesn't give us a vertical location.

All we know is the corner flat near the lift.

How many floors?

22.

Next floor.

Target leaving the building.

Which floor did he come from?

He must have taken a lift.

One of you follow him.

No, we've got to get gas.

How long till backup gets there?

It was...

You in there?

After three, right?

Three.

He wasn't trying to kill me.

He didn't try to get enough.

It's all right.

I'm all woken.

Yeah, you're woken.

It's all the other things in control.

Golf, echo, safe and sound. Any sign of our target?

Yeah. Lost him on the underground. Last seen. Heading for Highgate.

Highgate?

It's where Winterball lives.

This isn't going to solve any of your problems.

It will.

Please be here soon.

Then let her go.

No!

You told me!

That you understood. You told me that you'd help me fight those bad thoughts.

I tried my best.

Look me in the eye.

Look at me!

You told them, didn't you?

You told the police. You told them about my dream.

Tell them you need help.

This won't solve anything.

Yes, it will.

Solved everything.

Now you'll know what it's like to see someone you love die.

And I won't be alone.

And then you'll really understand.

I understand already.

What is it?

Oh, police!

Drop your weapon!

Don't come any closer! Take off with me!

I've seen them everywhere.

Staring eyes.

How do I get them out of my head?

Get him off me.

Get him off me!

I know this may be premature.

We've yet to have results.

of the internal inquiry and the coroner's inquest. But I think we can

that this investigation is over.

And before everyone disappears, I want to thank our UC team for their

contribution.

It takes a certain kind of cancer to go out there alone and face

the darkness.

The depravity that human beings are capable of without letting that

infect you.

Or the darkness overwhelm you.

You're not going already, are you?

Yeah, I've got to sort the flat out.

The leasing's on ice today.

Got another place lined up?

I'm moving back in my pan.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, can't that?

Well, that's great news.

Yeah, we'll see how it goes.

If I'm going to make it work, I'm going to have to look for a new job.

What?

Well, I'll apply for a training post.

Something that gives me a bit more time with the family.

What were you supposed to do?

Without me breathing down your neck, you mean?

I hear congratulations were in order.

You're getting back together with your family.

I don't think I'll be cracking the champagne just yet.

Has Leanne recovered okay?

I don't know.

She's not talking to me.

I'm moving out. She wants a divorce.

Why?

Oh, you know why you've been there.

After a while, the darkness gets to you.

Where are you going now?

Off to the launch party for my book.

Ironic, isn't it? You know, your life's work done, your life falls apart.

You want to come along?

Pam's waiting.

I promise.

What are you doing later?

Probably a TV dinner, start looking for a bedsit.

Well, come over to our place.

Have a bite to eat.

Hallelujah, the good guys have won.

I thought the evidence against Grendel was overwhelming.

He tied you up in the same way as the other murders. That stuff wasn't

to the press.

Yeah, but Copeland showed him the crime photos, didn't he?

He could have copied the signature from that.

Even the Azafran prescription might not have stood up in court.

Azafran?

The immobilising drug used at the other killings.

Still?

We'll never know now, will we?

I heard you rattling round in the lock.

My key doesn't seem to fit.

Did I have the locks changed? My back.

What have you carried away?

A gift from work.

This job's finished, is it? Yep, yep, case closed.

My, um... Um, spare him, I think, don't you?

Yeah.

I've got your order.

Looked like a good turnout.

Where did you come from?

You must be glad it's finally finished.

It's my life's work.

Now you can die a happy man.

Forget the happy men.

I heard about you and Leon.

You heard about Crandall too?

Mm -hmm.

You see, this is the book of the dead.

About killers and their victims.

And how they both die in different ways.

And my marriage tied as I wrote it.

This had better be urgent. I'm on my way to a night of torrid, deviant sex.

You said Grendel had a prescription called Azadrop?

Yeah, from years back. Well, how long ago was the prescription?

I don't know. The label was ripped.

Did you try to get access for his medical records?

It never went that far. What are you getting at?

Other than the treatment for sleep disorders, it's usually prescribed on

recommendation of a psychiatrist.

So?

Winterbourne with Grendel's psychiatrist.

Now, you said you had doubts about the case against Grendel, so what made you

suspicious?

I don't know. I've worked with a lot of sex offenders.

I just had an instinct. Grendel didn't do it.

Well, maybe you should trust your instincts.

We fitted the profile.

Yeah, but that's the problem.

Winterbourne writes a profile. It turns out to be someone he knew.

It's too obvious.

So you're saying Winterbourne fitted up Grendel?

Why?

To vindicate his life's work.

No, not another one.

Got any spares?

No, I haven't. I can't get some.

That's one advantage of having you around again.

I'm going out. I'll go to the shops if you want. You trying to be helpful?

Don't change the habit of a lifetime on my account.

I'm going down to the shop, mate. Do you want to come?

Simpsons is on.

Another dysfunctional family.

Oh, I better get some beers in as well. I've got to tell you, I've got a bloke

coming round from work.

Liam. Yeah, it's Gabriel.

He's split up with his wife.

It's fine.

Yeah? Yeah, it's fine.

Really.

Wait. What?

Haven't you forgotten something?

to fall in love with me again?

I don't know.

I'm not sure I know who you are.

Why look at it this way?

You having a fling with a new bloke?

Sorry to bother you, DCO Hanlon. Remember me.

Gabriel doesn't live here anymore. He's moved out.

I need to speak to him.

I think he's having dinner with your colleague later this evening.

It's urgent, I'm afraid.

I've got his new address.

Thank you.

Is this his stuff, then?

What's left of it.

Sorry to hear about you and your husband.

Well, they've been coming for years.

I'm sorry.

I'm so clumsy.

Don't worry.

I'll be glad to get rid of all this junk.

What is it?

What is it?

Where did you get that?

It was a present. From Gabriel.

When did he give it to you?

A few weeks ago. I think it was a sort of peace offering. Why? Give it to me.

Why? Please, give it to me.

Hi.

Oh, you must be Gabriel.

That's right.

You're a bit early.

Liam's just gone up the shops.

Come in.

Should be more than about half an hour. Can I get you a coffee or something?

Only if you're having one.

Mr.

Liam Cameron, please leave a message.

Protect sugar, Gabriel.

You have one new message.

Liam, call me back as soon as you get this message. I've just come from

Winterbone's house. His wife's wearing a pendant just like Mimi Jansen and

there's three bottles of Azafran among his things.

Please don't run.

Please don't run.

Please don't run.

Dad. Oh, God.

Dad.

Dad.

Max. Dad.

Max. Dad.

Dad.

He locked me in. It's okay, mate. It's okay.

It's okay. Where's mom?

She's all right. She's all right.

We're going down a bit, all right? Close your eyes.

Close your eyes and don't look back.

All right, mate? Close your eyes.

Don't look back, mate, all right?

Keep your eyes shut. Come on.

Come on.

What's the matter, Dad?

What's the matter?

Don't look back, mate.

Don't look back. Don't look back. You can't help looking back.

You run, mate. You run as fast as you can. You run!

Keep running.

you did that to my wife?

Why?

Bad or bad?

What's the difference?

You've got ten seconds to tell me why.

Eh?

You know why.

You killed all those people. Why?

Well, you killed not all the rest.

Quite easy.

Five seconds.

Why me?

Why my family?

Because you're just like me.

I'm not like you!

Yes, you are. You'll see.

Liam! Stay back!

Liam, put down your weapon. We'll make the arrest.

No! No.

He's mine.

You're mine. How do you understand?

You know what's happening, but you can't stop it.

Liam, don't do this. Can't you see this is what he wants?

You look in my eyes.

Right. Liam, this is your last warning. Drop your weapon. I told you.

You're just like me.

I'm not like you.

You're a philistine.

Liam, think.

Think of Nicola. Think of Matt.

You'll die like me as well.

I don't care.

Do you understand?

Neither do I.

Bye.