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You went to the police, Rose.
Made my life very difficult.

Peter?

No!

Her first appointment at work
was at eight this morning.

She didn't turn up, no word from her either.
This has never happened before.

- Can I help you?
- I'm here to see a patient.

Annie, I'm Paul Spector.

"Where's the peck of pickled peppers
Peter Piper picked?"

- Did you learn that at school?
- No. From Peter Piper. Mummy's friend.

I warned you once before.
This is your last warning.

Good.

They've managed to lift
a partial print from the scissors.

We've run it through the system
and found a match. Paul Spector.

What have you done with Rose Stagg?

Stella, I don't know what's gonna happen
to me, to you, to anyone else in this world.

All I know is, no one can out-wit death.

Hey, cutie.

Hey, cutie. Hello.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

- Did you get any sleep?
- A little.

What's he doing here?

- Eastwood's your new deputy SIO.
- Excuse me?

Garrett Brink is tied up with a court case.

McIlroy has further blood tests to undergo.

And you need someone, and urgently.

So is he keeping an eye on me,
or am I keeping an eye on him?

Make it work.

Don't worry, we'll beautify it for you.

- Good to have you on board.
- Likewise.

Ssh, ssh, ssh.

- Good morning, everybody.
- Morning, ma'am.

I am pleased to say we are about to take
a very significant step in our investigation.

This is a formal declaration that from now on

the inquiry will be focusing
on a particular individual.

Our prime suspect...

Paul Spector.

Paul Spector was caught on CCTV at the
Botanic Gardens on Saturday the 14th of April...

...the day that Sarah Kay
was there with her sister.

He came in to the police station on Saturday
the 21 st and was interviewed by DCI Brink.

He gave his DNA and his fingerprints
and was at that point eliminated.

We now have tangible evidence to link Paul
Spector to the murder of Joe Brawley.

Namely his fingerprints,
on a pair of decorating shears,

identical to a pair purchased by Annie Brawley.

Do we need to put an arrest strategy in place?

Not yet.

There's very good reason for believing
that Paul Spector is also responsible

for the abduction
and unlawful imprisonment of Rose Stagg.

Last night I received a phone call
on my old private number

from Rose Stagg's mobile phone.

The call he made on Rose's phone last night
has been triangulated.

We have a location. A search is underway.

We have a live cell trace
on Spector's registered mobile phone

and we have his historic phone records.

I mean, right now that phone is off.
But we know he has access to other phones.

He made calls in Scotland
so we know he did go away.

Yesterday he made and received a call
in the vicinity of the City Hospital in Belfast

so we know he's back.

Does he have a car?

He reported his car as stolen
the day after the Brawley murder.

It was a Peugeot 405.

Registration: Sierra, India, Whisky, 3160.

- Has he made an insurance claim?
- No.

We need to find that car.

DCI Matt Eastwood is my new deputy SIO.

Thus far he has been covering
the Rose Stagg disappearance.

We have some CCTV footage
that you may not have seen of Rose shopping.

This is her last known appearance in public.

All the evidence thus far suggests that Rose
was abducted from her home by an individual

who, in conversation with Rose's daughter
Nancy, aged six, called himself Peter.

Now on that point...
we have the suspect's birth certificate.

Peter Paul Spector.

Mother: Mary. Father: John Paul Spector.

Note the occupation. Private, British Army.

He began an 18-month tour of duty here
in March 1978

with the Duke of Cumbria's Regiment,
Third Battalion.

Now Spector was born, as you can see,
on the 25th of May, 1979.

The year the Shankill Butchers were sentenced
to life imprisonment for 19 murders,

the year of Warrenpoint.

A bad year.

Spector's a married man. Married in 2004.

Sally Ann Goodall.
He's two children: Olivia, eight, and Liam, five.

Sally Ann's a senior staff nurse
in the Belfast Neo-natal intensive care unit.

She leads a team
that has responsibility for 30 beds.

We have Sally Ann under surveillance
in the hope that she'll lead us to her husband.

Our priority is to find him.

Find him, put him under surveillance,
in the hope that he will lead us to Rose.

We know next to nothing
about Paul Spector's childhood.

All we have is a list of children's homes
that he himself provided.

All of those need to be checked out.

A man doesn't wake up one morning and find
that he has become a sexual psychopath.

Nor does he wake up one day
and discover that the condition has gone.

It develops over a very long period of time.

We need to find out everything
that we possibly can about Paul Spector.

Every detail of his life needs to be established,

checked and double-checked.

I also believe that Paul Spector is responsible
for the deaths of Fiona Gallagher,

Alice Monroe and Sarah Kay.

I'd say all of his previous victims were dead
within an hour of being attacked.

So she's lost to us already?

The one glimmer of hope is that he knows Rose.

Not from watching and stalking, objectifying her.

He really knows her.

And she's a mother.

I feel sorry for you. I really do.

You must have had a terrible childhood
to be able to do this to me.

I feel sorry for you. I really do.

I feel sorry for you.

Pay a follow-up call to Sally Ann Spector.
Make it seem routine.

Ask her to account for the night she was at work

and Spector told us
that he was at home alone with the kids.

- The night of the Joe Brawley murder?
- Just that night, though.

- Don't spook her too much.
- So just a little?

Take McNally.

Thank you, ma'am.

She wants me for herself, really.
She's just being generous.

Do you carry that stuff about bombs
and shootings around in your head?

Etched on my soul.

Xray 1 to Control. That's a CID car
pulling up at the target's address.

Control: from Xray 1.
CID car pulling up at target's address.

That's two CID officers at the target's door.

Female at the door, possibly the target's wife.

Two CID officers enter the house.

Door's closed.

I don't know if you remember me, Mrs Spector.
I spoke to you on the phone a while ago.

Yes, I do remember.

I'm sorry to intrude like this,
but there are a few questions

I should have asked you
about the night of the 20th.

- What questions?
- Oh, they're just routine.

I should have asked you at the time.

You were working you said?

Er... I wasn't meant to be working that night,
I'd been on all day.

But we'd withdrawn care
from one of the babies in the unit,

so I stayed with the mother to see it through.

And Paul was at home with the children?

He told my colleague that he was at home
all evening and all night with the children.

"Bathed them, put them to bed,
read them a story."

He said that after that
he was in his study listening to music.

I'm not sure...

it's OK, Mrs Spector,

we just wanna be able to eliminate
your husband from our enquiries and move on.

Just tell us what you know.

A friend of mine...

A friend of mine
picked up the children from school.

She was looking after them until nine.
She couldn't stay any longer.

So when I couldn't get hold of Paul,
I called our usual baby-sitter.

She came and stayed the night.

She was gone
when I got back the following morning.

Paul was here.

Can I get those names from you, Sally?

The friend? The baby-sitter?

- Talk to you, ma'am?
- Yeah.

According to Mrs Spector, a baby-sitter -
Katarina Benedetto - known as Katie -

was at the Spector's house on the night of
the Joe Brawley murder, not Spector himself.

- How old?
- 15 at the time, just turned 16.

School student.

Should we talk to her?

Well, she'll need one of her parents present.

Father's dead,
motorcycle accident three years ago.

He was an art dealer.

Mother works for an auction house.
Fine art: paintings and stuff.

I know what fine art is.

Pay her a visit.

- Mrs Benedetto?
- Yes.

DC Martin, DC McNally.

We'd like to talk to your daughter Katarina.

- Is she home?
- Yes, she is. Come on through.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Katie? Katie!

These police officers want to talk to you.

When did you first start baby-sitting
for the Spectors, Katie?

When I was 14.

And you were baby-sitting
on the night of the 20th?

- And you stayed all night?
- No.

- No?
- I left at about three in the morning.

- Really?
- You were asleep and didn't hear me come in.

Did you leave because Mr Spector came home?

No. I left because we suddenly realised the time
and he wanted to go to bed.

- We?
- Paul came home at about 9:30.

- 9:30?
- Yes.

I see. Then why did you stay?

We got talking, listening to music in his study.

So you were alone with Mr Spector
from 9:30 till 3am?

The children were there.

Have you stayed that late
at the Spectors' before?

No.

Where did Sally Ann suggest
you should sleep that night?

- She said to use their bed.
- Did you use their bed?

I told you, Paul came home.

- Where had he been?
- Doing something related to work, I think.

Helping one of his clients.

There was nothing unusual
about his appearance, his demeanour?

No, nothing.

So, just to be clear, you were with
Paul Spector from 9:30 that night,

till after three the following morning?

Yes.

- How did you get home?
- Paul wanted to call a cab but I walked.

- It's not far.
- No, it's not.

We have Tom Stagg's house
under surveillance.

He was visited there last night
by Professor Reed Smith.

Really? How long did she stay?

Two hours.

There were some prolonged silences.
They seemed quite comfortable with each other.

I see.

- Yes?
- Where are you?

I'm shopping for clothes, thank you very much.

- The police have just been here.
- Really?

Asking about the night
that I was baby-sitting for you.

What?

If you wanna know what I said
you'd better meet me.

Katie. Katie, I need to talk to you.

I'm on the phone!

Are you fucking with me?

DC Glen Martin
and DC Something or other McNally.

Meet me at nine.

Cathedral Quarter.

Whereabouts?

I'll text you.

- We've just seen the baby-sitter, ma'am.
- How did it go?

She says Spector was at home on the 20th -
his home - with her, from 9:30 in the evening.

- What?
- Says she left at 3am.

So now he has an alibi?

She gave us the time
and the route of her journey home.

We can see if we can find anyone
to confirm her story.

What the fuck is she playing at?
Why would she say that?

One thing she did reveal.

The night before Sarah Kay was killed,

she was baby-sitting while the Spectors were
drinking with friends in the bar of the Malmaison.

Right?

As was...

...Annie Brawley.

We are here today to appeal for
the public's help in locating a missing woman,

Rose Veronica Stagg.

Rose hasn't been seen,
nor has she contacted her family,

since the night of the 3rd of May
and we are concerned for her welfare.

Rose is 32 years old with dark shoulder-length
hair which can appear black when wet.

She can be seen here in a family video
that was shot just three weeks ago.

Ma'am.

I think mine's definitely better
than yours though.

You've got two. I've got one, two, three, four.

I'm making this one for you, Tom.
I think it's gonna suit you beautifully.

Nancy, you gonna make one for Brody?

What do you think of my work?

Rose's car
has also gone missing.

Details of the vehicle
will appear on screen shortly.

This is Rose's husband Tom, here beside me.

Tom would like to say a few words.

Thank you so much for watching today.

I'm appealing to anyone

who might have any information

about the disappearance of my wife Rose,

to contact the police any time day or night.

Rose is a therapeutic radiologist by profession.

Many of her patients are suffering from
advanced forms of cancer.

It would be completely out of character

for Rose to leave those patients in the lurch.

I know she would call me if she could...

...which makes me think she might be
being held somewhere against her will.

I know she's alive...

She can't...

Ma'am.

We have Tyre tracks, ma'am.

They match the track width
and the wheelbase of Rose Stagg's car.

- Any sign of the phone?
- Not yet. We're losing light.

Fuck you, Stella. Fuck you.

Fucking bitch.

Xray 1 to Control. Standby.

Target's wife out of the house with two children.

Approaching. Green Volvo Estate:
Uniform, Echo, Zulu, 8243.

Vehicle facing country-wards.

All call signs standby.
Target's wife and two children in green Volvo.

Alpha, do you have target vehicle?

Alpha. I have.

Control. Alpha has.

- Anything?
- There's no sign of the car, ma'am.

There is no such number.
Did you get a make or a model?

Check on the PNC for recently stolen vehicles.

- Gibson.
- Hi. it's Reed Smith.

- Hi.
- Can I see you?

- When?
- Tonight?

- Is ten too late?
- No. it's fine.

- Where?
- Bert's bar.

Perfect. I'll see you there.

Ma'am.

- Stolen this morning.
- Right.

That's it.

Where was it stolen from?

From here, ma'am.

Ma'am. We've found something.

It's not the phone. it's a phone case.

I'm joining someone.

She's there.

I don't have much time. Tell me what happened.

The thing is,
I really did walk home alone at three.

I gave them the exact route.

There were people who saw me,
there's CCTV along the way.

So if they check up they'll see it's true.

Are you pleased with me?

- Not particularly.
- Why are you being like this?

- Like what?
- I'm protecting you.

- I don't need your protection.
- Yes, you do.

- And now you have to tell me.
- Tell you?

The truth about you.

The truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

Being a serial murderer is a form
of slow suicide, deeply self-destructive.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Katie,
but... that's not my style.

Then what are you? Who are you?

I'm lots of things.

- So am I.
- You?

You're a stereotype. The rebellious teenager.

I'm much more than that.

- Do you ever find yourself a day behind?
- What do you mean?

Or look at the clock
and see that hours have gone by

and you have no idea what you were doing?

I don't know.

- Are you always just little Katie?
- No.

- When aren't you little Katie?
- When I'm with you.

I've pretended to be other people online.

Who?

Different names.

Older. A guy.

- Then maybe you will understand.
- Try me.

I hadn't taken much notice of the case,
the various murders.

But then one evening we were driving home
from a meeting with one of Olivia's teachers,

and we were diverted away
from a crime scene.

I went home and looked up the news
to see what happened.

There'd been a murder - Sarah Kay.

- You know I go running?
- Yes.

Well, sometimes I run through the city.

But sometimes I run through
the Botanic Gardens and I head south.

When I take that route
I run through the graveyard.

A couple of days after the murder,
the police had reopened the street.

I went that way.

And running along the path through
the gravestones something caught my eye.

It was a driver's license.

So I stopped, picked it up,
and it was Sarah Kay's.

I looked at the address.
I saw that she lived opposite the cemetery.

So then I began to wonder.

Had she dropped it,
or had the killer discarded it?

Had the killer passed that way?

Oh, my God.

So there I am, holding this driving license
and I'm thinking, "I should go to the police."

- And then I found I didn't want to.
- Why?

- Did you see the first press conference?
- No.

- The one for Sarah Kay?
- No.

Well, there's this woman. An Englishwoman.

And it seemed that she was the one that linked
the murders and that she was in charge.

That's her.

What I noticed, at the conference, her blouse...

silk blouse... was open... here.

Gaping open.

And she seemed so cool,
so relaxed, so self-assured.

Superior.

While the Irishman sat next to her
looked like a potato, a farmer.

Like a dope.

And I thought, "Fuck you, you English bitch."

So I kept it, didn't hand it in.

Which is maybe just as well,
given that you were in the park

at the same time as her and her sister.

The more I thought about that woman,
Stella Gibson...

...the more I wanted to fuck with her
and her investigation.

So I wrote a letter pretending to be the killer.

And to prove that I was the killer
I enclosed the driver's license.

You did that?

And they bought it hook, line and sinker.

Are you still messing with her?

I have one more thing I want to do.

- Tell me.
- No.

Let me do it with you. Please.

- You're not ready.
- I am.

I'm ready for anything.

You think I'm a little girl, but I'm not.

Ask me to do anything and I will.

Create a fake email account.
Use it to create a video chat account.

Text me the details using that phone.

- That's it?
- No, there's a lot more to do than that.

Hey.

I wanted to say that I was sorry.

Questioning you about the scratches.
I... I didn't need to do that.

You were just doing your job.

Oh, it was more than that. I was...

I don't know, prying.

It's OK.

I saw Tom on the television.

- Yeah.
- He did well.

I helped him choose the video clips of Rose.

I didn't realise
that you were so close to the family.

- What do you mean?
- To Tom.

I'm told you seem quite comfortable
in his company.

Am I being watched?

- No.
- But Tom is?

Are the police spying on him?

You know as well as I do that the first person
the police look at in a case like this

is the boyfriend or the husband.

- He's not responsible for Rose going missing.
- No, I know.

We are.

Xray 1 . Standby. Unknown
approaching target address. Hood up.

Control: from Xray 1 . Standby.
Unknown approaching target address. Hood up.

Is it a possible for target?

Xray 1 to Control:
unable to say, dark clothes.

Maybe smaller than target's height.

Moving towards the alleyway
at side of target's house.

- Control. Delta move closer to drop off 2.
- OK

- 2, give me a walk past.
- Copy.

From 2.
Unknown climbing over rear wall. Wait. Out.

Entering through rear door.

Oh, I should take this. Sorry.

Gibson.

Yes, go ahead.

Control: all signs standby.
Unknown leaving target address.

Follow.

- Target's now on Newtown Road, ma'am.
- Where's that?

- University Quarter.
- Right.

From 3. Target is female.

16, 17 years old. Entering Edson Avenue.

From 5, I now have...

- Hello, ma'am?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Target went into a house on Edson Avenue.
Number 16.

We are trying to ascertain who resides there.

I know that address.

That sounds like it could be the Benedetto girl.

Katie.

I'm sorry. I couldn't help but notice
you sitting over here all by yourself.

I wasn't sure what you were drinking.

But a good margarita
is always acceptable, I think.

I'm Michael Day. Bacon and Day Solicitors?

How lovely for you.

- What do you do?
- I'm a pathologist.

From the Ancient Greek "pathos"
meaning "disease"

and "logos" meaning "a treatise".

I study disease. Death being the final disease.

So now I'm thinking you must be
Professor Reed Smith.

I had no idea: beauty and brains.

Sorry I'm late.

It's nice to see you.

It's nice to see you too.

Thanks. Keep them coming.

I'm er... I'm not the waiter.

Well, why are you standing there?

- That was nice.
- Yes, it was.

He knows who I am.
I dare say he knows who you are.

So what?

Oh, God, what am I doing?

Going with the flow.

I can't.

I can't. I... I was brought up in Croydon.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Lift going down.

Oh.

- Jim.
- Stella.

Can I come in?

Five minutes.

- Why?
- Five minutes, please.

- How did you know I was here?
- Why wouldn't you be here?

- Have you been drinking?
- I have indeed.

- Do you have ice?
- No.

- How many years has it been?
- What?

Er...

Oh...

Five years... this Christmas.

Shouldn't you be phoning your sponsor?

I just had a call from Eastwood.

Aaron Monroe is back in custody.

Made an attempt to kill his father in hospital.

- His own father.
- Really?

It was me who tipped off Morgan
that Eastwood had warrants out for his son.

Jim, I don't need to know this.

I was trying to out-manoeuvre Monroe Senior

to make his position
on the Policing Executive untenable.

If Aaron knows and tells Eastwood that it
was me who tipped the father off, I'm finished.

You know what he said to me? Eastwood?

He called me a weak man.

Can you believe that? "A weak man."

I have been weak.

I am weak.

Oh, Stella.

I want you so badly.

Don't. Jim, seriously, don't.

- Please, Stella...
- No.

Just one night. Just one night.

I need to forget the shit, all the shit I've seen...

- No.
- Oh, please. Please.

- Come on. Jim.
- Please. Please.

- Stop.
- Please, please!

- Please. Please. Please, Stella!
- Jim!

For fuck's sake!

Today at the briefing I saw a list of the
children's homes that Spector says he attended.

One of those homes,
I got to know... I got to know very well.

Run by a paedophile.

Father Fiachra Jensen.
A man of my faith, Stella.

Keep still.

A man in a position of power,
wielding moral authority.

His idea of midnight Mass?

Soixante-neuf with an altar boy behind
the altar in full vestments - unholy orders.

What a fall from grace.

I was the arresting officer.

Decades later...

the lives of the victims...

...blighted by depression and addiction,
broken marriages...

self-harm, suicide.

Maybe this... murderous fuck is a victim too?

Maybe.

Why are women emotionally and spiritually
so much stronger than men?

Because the basic human form is female.

Maleness is... a kind of birth defect.

- Stella.
- Hm.

You look at me like you looked at that bottle
of Scotch: a mixture of fear and anger.

I don't like it.

Have you had a good evening?

Yes, thanks. You?

It's been fun.

How did it feel, breaking in?

Thrilling.

What's my reward?

What would you like?

What are you wearing?

Nothing.

Prove it.

"Oh, Stella, how revealing.

How exposing.

It's all in these pages.

Sweet little Stella missing her daddy,
lost and alone.

Sexy Stella,
expressing her deepest, darkest desires.

Stroppy Stella, angry and misunderstood,
lashing out against the world of men.

Oh, Stella Gibson, how well I know you now."