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- Get off me!
- Just stop moving!

Alpha Papa 1 -2 to Uniform.

We have the Benedetto girl.

- Where's my wife?
- Don't know what you mean.

Sally Ann Spector, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of perverting the course of justice.

- What?
- Paul Spector.

I'm arresting you
for the unlawful imprisonment of Rose Stagg.

- No sign of Rose Stagg's car?
- No, ma'am.

We need to find that car.

I'm asking you to account for
the presence on your phone

of a number of video files
featuring the image of Rose Stagg.

I am loved and nothing that you can do
can take that away.

Do you know that?
Do you know that?

What is your explanation
for those files being found on your phone?

Detective Superintendent Gibson.

Thank you.

- Hey, Ged.
- Seems the car was set on fire deliberately.

- Is it definitely Spector's?
- Yes, ma'am.

It looks like the car exploded
with the stuff scattered far and wide.

- Was it extinguished?
- Burnt itself out.

No human remains apart from some burnt hair.

Most likely from the mannequin in the boot.

We should get this car to the labs.

I need the forensic evidence
and as fast as possible.

Yes, ma'am.

Tell me where the car is on these photographs?

There.

- Have we checked this building yet?
- Not yet, ma'am.

Those look like Rose Stagg's tyres to you?

Could well be.

We should wait for my team to arrive, ma'am.

She could be in there.

New padlock.

Fetch the bolt cutters.

I feel sorry for you. I really do.

Ma'am?

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

I feel sorry for you.

No-one here.

Establish a cordon.

Protect the scene.

Get the photographers in first... then the CSl's.

The whole area will need to be searched.

We might need protective tents.

You think she was in here?

I know she was.

The question is, where is she now?

- Hello?
- Jimmy?

Yeah?

It's me.

I think I found your missus.

- Where?
- On the Esplanade in Bangor.

She just went into one of the houses. Hold on.

It's number 92. if it wasn't her...

The Benedetto girl
is still refusing to see her mother.

An Appropriate Adult should be here by nine.

She's been advised that she is entitled
to legal advice but has declined to obtain it.

She's still a juvenile, so we need to keep
the period of detention to a minimum.

Oh, I know.

We're bringing Sally Ann Spector up
to resume her interview.

- Good.
- Also, Tom Stagg is here to see you, ma'am.

Later today, an announcement
is going to be made

to say that a man has been arrested
and is being held in custody

on suspicion of the abduction
and unlawful imprisonment of Rose.

That same man has also been arrested
for the murder of Joe Brawley

and the serious sexual assault
on his sister, Annie.

We also believe that he's responsible
for a number of other recent murders.

So...

...really you're telling...
you're telling me Rose is... Rose is dead?

No, I'm not saying that at all.

Not at all.

What's his name? Is it Peter?

I can't tell you that until charges are brought.

Has he given any information about Rose?

Or where she might be or...

...or... what's he... what's he done with her?

No.

But we will keep questioning him.

I saw her, the wife, Sally Ann,
being taken away in a car.

- When was this?
- Yesterday afternoon.

- How are you spelling that surname?
- I don't know. Spector.

I don't know how you spell it.

- Yeah?
- It's Ned.

- Who've you got in custody at the moment?
- Why?

- It's just a story I'm working on.
- Do you have any ideas?

I'm thinking... Sally Ann Spector.

- Go on.
- Paul Spector.

That's right.

Is there much excitement
surrounding that arrest?

- Paul Spector?
- Very much so.

Jimmy?

What are you doing here, man?
There's police everywhere.

What's happening?

There have been arrests.
They're searching that house.

Good.

Good?

You know him?

He did this.

When?

- Jimmy, I need to get that story from you.
- I need your car.

- What?
- You heard me.

Jimmy, please.

Jimmy, not my phone.
My whole life's in that phone.

Ma'am.

We have the downloads from Katie's phone.

There's something you should see.

What are you wearing?

Nothing.

Prove it.

You wanted to see me?

I thought that Katie's diaries
were a complete fabrication,

with... alibis for Spector and...
detailed sexual encounters...

A schoolgirl fantasy.

Then this shows up on her phone.

I'd like you to lead on the interview with her.

She's a juvenile. if sex is the issue,
would it not be more appropriate

if she spoke to a person of the same gender?

Yes, probably.

Also easier for her.

Which is why I want you to go in first.

Whatever she says... just keep listening.

Give her your undivided attention.

She's obsessed with Spector.

Let's see how she deals with somebody
of a similar age...

...similar looks.

You see that light that's just come on?

Yes.

That's to indicate
the interview's being monitored.

OK.

Tell me... how you first
came to meet Paul Spector.

I was 14.

My mother knew Sally Ann.

I started baby-sitting for them.

How did the relationship develop?

- You've read my diary?
- Yes, I have read your diary.

It's all in there.

Tell me now, Katie, in your own words.

I want to hear it from you.

Most nights when I baby-sat,
Paul would walk me home.

We'd walk for ages,
just talking about music and poetry.

He's read so many books.

He knows so much about art and literature.

I write and record songs.

We started talking about music.

He listens mainly to blues music.

I wrote a song for him.

I played it to him one night in the study.

That was the first time we kissed.

It's in the diary.

It was a gentle kiss at first...
just lips touching softly.

But then it became more passionate.

Sally Ann was downstairs
so we had to be careful, but...

...he opened my shirt...

...kissed my breasts...

...licked and sucked my nipples.

I put my hand on the outside of his trousers...

...felt how big he was.

He was getting hard.

And that was as far as it went that first time.

We waited a few minutes
and went back downstairs.

Ma'am, there's more.

And this was when you were 14?

Yes.

You know Paul Spector can go to prison,
for the things you're saying?

We love each other.

- You love each other?
- Completely.

A trawl through Dolan's computer has turned up
thousands of recordings made in his hotel.

The whole place seems set up to allow him
to spy on his guests - including Spector.

He tied her up, then he left her.

This is her getting free.

Oh...

When is this?

The same night you received the call
from Rose Stagg's phone.

Why did you break into the Spector home?

I wanted to feel close to him.

Be near his things.

Why did you take this picture?

For fun.

Why are you wearing that T-shirt?

Also for fun.

That's the E-fit of the killer.

Yes.

- Did you have the T-shirt made yourself?
- Yes.

Why?

Because it looks a bit like Paul.

Because... it is Paul.

No.

It just looks a bit like him.

It's a joke.

Why were you in Spector's hotel room?

I was just waiting for him.
Waiting for him to come back.

- Did he ask you to go there?
- Yes.

- Why?
- So we could go to bed together.

What were you burning in the sink?

Nothing, really. I was bored.

I was just burning things.

Things?

Yes.

Did he ask you to destroy evidence?

Evidence of what?

There are some additional tapes
you should see.

It's all more complex than I thought.

Did your husband
ever give you any gifts of jewellery?

Over the years... yes, of course.

Any pieces that you didn't particularly like,
but that he encouraged you to wear?

I don't think so.

What are you thinking?

He did give Olivia a necklace.

My mother questioned
whether it was appropriate for a child.

Then it just disappeared.

Can you describe it for me?

Large medallion kind of thing.

Red, I think.

Is this the necklace?

Yes, I think so.

Who is that?

That is one of the murder victims, Sally.

Sarah Kay.

You asked if your husband was arrested
for having sex with a minor.

He was not.

He was arrested initially

for the abduction and false imprisonment
of Rose Stagg.

He was subsequently further arrested

for a serious sexual assault...
and the murder of Joseph Brawley.

I'm going to show you a drawing...

...marked "Exhibit GM2".

Can you tell me if you recognise it?

I'm sorry but the charges
being faced by my client's husband

should have been disclosed at the start...

Your client has admitted to
perverting the course of justice.

She has agreed to cooperate with us in full.

How is your intervention in this interview
helping her?

- I'm bleeding.
- What?

I'm bleeding.

We need to get him to talk.

Just present the evidence, nothing more.

Make him realise that his silence is futile,

the evidence overwhelmingly proves complicity.

Yes, ma'am.

If he speaks, ask him open questions
and just keep listening.

Yes, ma'am.

This is the continuation
of an interview with Paul Spector.

The time is 10: 17.

I must remind you
that you're still under caution.

I am Detective Constable Gail McNally.

Also present
is Detective Constable David Carvin.

Human scent dogs tracked the killer from
the place where Joe Brawley was murdered

out along the Airport Road to Conn's Water.

That route, together with Conn's Water
and sections of the Musgrave Channel,

have been thoroughly checked.

I'd like you to account for
the presence of your fingerprints

found on a pair of decorating shears
retrieved from the water

that we believe were used
in the commission of the offence -

namely the murder of Joe Brawley.

We have the scissors here
marked "Exhibit GG12".

Traces of blood found on the scissors
were tested

and found to be a good match
to that of Joe Brawley.

I believe your fingerprints
and traces of Joe's blood

were found on these scissors because...

Sending in someone who looks vaguely like
Annie Brawley is pretty feeble, Stella.

You can do better than that, surely?

Once again... I'm asking you to account for
the presence of your fingerprints

on these scissors, Exhibit GG12.

It seems you've witnessed Paul Spector's
aberrant sexuality...

...at first hand.

Where did you get that?

You obviously know he's the killer,

so... why continue to insist
he was with you on these dates...

...when he was only with you on this date...

the night Joe Brawley was killed...

and then only after he'd fled the scene?

Only someone with a narrow mind
would call that aberrant.

Katie, there's a great deal of evidence already

to tie Paul Spector to the crimes
of which he stands accused.

Your lies are futile.

Why ruin your life?

Because I was asleep before I met him
and now I'm awake.

Because I see everything with new eyes now.

We are going to press charges, Katie.

You will go to jail for what you're doing -
aiding and abetting a murderer.

You're 16. it's right you kick against authority,
your mother... me.

But there are other ways
of expressing your dissatisfaction.

I've heard your songs.

You're very talented.

If you wanted to pursue music in later life,

a criminal record could stop you from travelling -
to the US, for example.

Many other professions would be closed to you.

You're not listening.

I love him.

I'm not allowed to show you
the crime scene pictures that I have here,

but... you should have some idea
of the kind of man you say you love...

...that you're protecting.

Fiona Gallagher's neck was compressed...

. .by the sheer force
with which the ligature was tied...

...to the point that it measured
just over nine inches in circumference.

Imagine that.

The anger and the hatred of women that
would allow someone to do something like that.

I'm finished.

It'll be a matter of routine police work -

checking your phone, your internet records,
CCTV, witness statements -

to destroy the alibis you've created.

All that remains now is for you to be charged.

So... before we finish... the interview,

is there anything that you would like to add,

clarify or...

...explain?

You wouldn't understand.

Sign these tapes.

Liz!

- Liz!
- Jesus.

- I want to see my wife!
- Oh, God.

- Wait there, Liz. Stay there.
- Liz? Where's my wife?

I want to see my wife!

- James.
- Don't let the kids down.

- You're not allowed to be here. Please go.
- Liz...

- Liz.
- Did you hear me? You have to go.

I can't live without you. Please!

- Why won't you see me? Talk to me?
- You know why.

- Just talk to me, please.
- Stay away. Stay back.

- Get away from her.
- The police are on their way.

- Police? Huh?
- Leave her alone!

She's my wife and she's coming home with me!

- The police are coming.
- Stop it!

You're coming with me. Come on.

- Get your hands off her.
- James, I'm not.

- You're coming with me!
- Let her go!

Argh!

- Is it him? Is it Spector?
- What?

Is that what this is? Is it Spector?

Huh? Is that what it is?

No! it's not him.

It's you.

I know what happened
when he came to our house.

- Nothing happened!
- Don't lie to me!

Don't fucking lie to me!

- Get the fuck out!
- Let her go!

OK, OK!

It's true.

I fucked him in Danny's bed.

And he was way better than you!

Is that what you want to hear?

Stop it!

So you don't want me any more?

Huh? Fine.

Oh, God!

I'll kill the lot of you! Then I'll kill myself.

I'll kill all of you and it will all be your fault!

- Please! Please just go!
- The police are coming!

There are children here, children upstairs -
boys the same age as our Daniel!

He was my boy, too!

Go!

Go!

We have found hairs from both Spector and
from Rose Stagg in the abandoned building.

The good news is there is no evidence
to suggest that she was killed there.

Some of the wire from the burnt bras
is a good match

to items we know
to have been in possession of Alice Monroe.

There are sufficient specific references
to dates, times, locations,

in the fragments of the journals
that have survived the fire

to be able to state with some certainty

that the subject being stalked was Sarah Kay.

How much longer do you need
to finish your work?

We'll let you have the results as they come in,
but at least 48 hours.

If I said I was wearing a pink spotty shirt,

- would that be the truth or a lie?
- A lie.

And if you told your teacher that something bad
happened to you, but really it didn't happen -

you were making it up -

would you be telling the truth or a lie?

I'd be telling a lie.

You know you're not in any trouble?

You can leave this room at any time,
go back to Granny.

OK.

I want to show you a drawing, Olivia.

- Did you draw that?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

I'm told your daddy gave you a necklace?

Yes, but I lost it.

What did it look like?

I can't remember.

Did it look like... this?

No.

Did you tell your mummy one time
that you saw a naked lady in your house?

A naked lady in the roof? In the loft?

- Did she tell you I said that?
- Yes.

What do you think you saw?

I can't tell you. it's a secret.

It's a secret?

OK. Then I won't ask you to tell.

What I do need to know, though,

is what you think might happen
if you did tell me?

I don't know.

Daddy would go to prison?

Thank you, love. You did really well.

I'm gonna take a break there.

I think she saw the mannequin.

There's a er... a shop window mannequin
in the... boot of Spector's burnt-out car.

I think his daughter must have seen it.

OK. Well done.

She just wants to protect him.

She doesn't know what from.

But all her instincts are telling her
to protect him at all costs.

Do you want to go shopping?

What news on Sally Ann?

Still in hospital.

She had a scan this morning
which confirmed the ultrasound results.

Sac and baby could be clearly seen,
no heartbeat.

Seems it happened while she was in custody.

There'll be an inquiry.

Are we losing much in losing her?

I don't think so.

As far as Sally Ann Spector knew,

her husband was doing volunteer work for
the suicide help line on the nights in question.

He went running at night a lot
but she never thought that was strange.

It seems he never indulged
his sexual perversities with her...

...and he was only ever
a kind and apparently loving father.

The truth is she knows nothing about him.

So, stupid and incurious but innocent?

Seems that way.

We only have 12 more hours with Spector.

Time to move things on.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Eastwood.

A vehicle has been recovered

that has provided us
with a great deal of new forensic evidence.

In light of that...
Paul Spector, I am further arresting you

for the murders of Fiona Gallagher,
Alice Monroe and Sarah Kay.

I must remind you
that you are still under caution.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned

something that you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

I'll talk to Stella.

No-one else.

Just to her.

Just you, Stella... no-one else.

I know that this investigation
has placed huge demands on you.

Procedural pressures, the long hours,

the emotional pressures
of the crimes themselves.

But is it wise to involve yourself
in the questioning of this man?

He asked for me.

I don't think I have a choice.

It's a departure from normal practice.

- I know.
- For which we will both be held accountable.

As I said, I don't think I have a choice.

He knows things about you, from your diary,
which he can and will use against you.

I know.

I've been face to face with pure evil, Stella.

Jensen.

Spector is cut from the same cloth.

He's not a human being, he's a monster.

- Stop, Jim, please. Just stop.
- What?

You can see the world in that way if you want.

You know it makes no sense to me.

Men like Spector are all too human,
too understandable.

He's not a monster. He's just a man.

I'm a man.

- I hope to God I'm nothing like him.
- No, you're not.

But you still came to my hotel room, uninvited,

and mounted
some kind of drunken attack on me.

It wasn't an attack. That's unfair.

I was...

- I just wanted...
- What did you want?

- I don't know.
- To fuck me?

Nail me, bang me, screw me?

I wouldn't use those words about you.

I was saying no, Jim.

Quite clearly.

You ignored me and carried on.

- It's not the same.
- No, it's not the same.

But you still crossed the line.

Ma'am, the DNA extracted from the lock of hair
found in Spector's possessions...

doesn't match any of the victims.

It is, in fact, a familial match to Spector himself.

His mother, perhaps?

Certainly the photograph
appears to be his mother, Mary Garrison.

When did all this begin for you, do you think?

"All this"?

Take me back to the beginning.

To your childhood, your family.

Why?

You have a lock of hair in your possession.

Is that your mother's?

And a photograph.

Is that of her?

She must have meant a great deal to you
if you've kept them in your possession

through all those years of care,
of juvenile incarceration.

Everyone's mother means a great deal to them.

Not everyone's mother commits suicide.

That must have left you feeling very angry...

...abandoned, alone.

I hadn't expected to hear mother-blaming
from you of all people.

But you were a lonely child?

And you weren't?

All children are lonely.

We've spoken to Father Jensen.

Do you remember Father Jensen?

He remembers you as a child in care.

He has an interesting story to tell.

He says that you threatened him...

...threatened his eyesight
if he laid a finger on you.

He told you that?

He used to take us camping.

Then every night when it came to bed time
there was always the same discovery -

we were one sleeping bag short.

The chosen boy was encouraged
to share with Father Jensen.

I never threatened him or anyone else.

I simply didn't wash.

Ever.

I was repulsive.

That's how I escaped his attentions.

I was never invited to share his sleeping bag.

I was sent away instead.

- To the South?
- Yes.

What age were you when you started
the breaking and entering - the fetish theft?

12, maybe.

And were your fantasies
always sexual in nature?

Aren't everyone's?

When did the sexual impulse
become fused with violence for you?

You sound a little out of your depth, Stella.

Do I?

I think you're struggling to understand things
that are way outside your experience.

Enlighten me.

You're a very self-aware person, Stella.

You spend a lot of time observing yourself.

You have sex in the head.

I doubt you've ever
fully given yourself to anyone.

I doubt you ever truly lose yourself.

And you have?

The thoughts, the feelings that I experience...

...are way beyond anything
that you could call fantasies.

Sounds and colours are more vivid.

Odours more intense.

My skin becomes sensitive
to even the slightest of pressure.

The outside world means nothing.
Only the interior world is real.

It is utterly compelling,

compulsive.

Nothing can pull you back from the edge.

Not laws or threats of punishment...

morality, religion, fear of death.

All of those things are as meaningless
as the life that you're about to extinguish.

When was your first attack?

Did it all start with Rose?

Are there other victims...
that we don't know about?

Victims before Fiona Gallagher?

No.

Fiona Gallagher was the first.

The first person you murdered?

Yes.

You admit to violent sexual fantasies
from the age of 12.

How did you resist acting on those fantasies
until the age of 30?

What sustained you?

I always had a project to occupy myself.

A project?

A woman.

To study.

Did you break into their houses?

Yes.

Steal their undergarments?

Yes.

Attack them?

No.

Why not?

I was...

I had children.

You still have children.

Small children.

You're a barren spinster so you wouldn't know,

but small children take up all your time.

Tell me about the first time.

What was it like?

It made me sick.

The smell disgusted me.

The first was the worst and hardest to get over.

But a switch had been flicked, a line crossed.

Something was done
that couldn't be undone.

Something that separates you
from the common herd.

I was ill for four days after.

You're in a state of existential shock.

But then you find yourself unchallenged
by divine and secular power.

OK.

So why not do it again... but better?

Alice Monroe?

Yes.

Tell me about Alice Monroe.

With Alice, I took her to another place.

I spent time with her after.

Washed her, dried her,
put her back to bed, photographed her.

An elevated aestheticism, if you like.

Treating her like a doll, like a mannequin.

Tell me, do you speak to them?

To the women that you torture and kill?

No.

Do they die slowly?

Yes.

Loosening and tightening your grip
around their throat?

Keeping them suspended
between life and death?

Yes.

Binding them first?

Yes.

How long do you torture them?

Do you inflict sexual acts upon them?

- I'm not a rapist.
- You violate them.

You're a rapist.

I perform no overt sexual acts on my victims.

You are driven by sexual fantasies...
and you act out with force.

Tell me about these rituals that you perform.

About the washing, the drying,
the painting of the nails, the putting back to bed.

What is there to tell?

Do you take and keep souvenirs?

What do you think?

I think a lock of hair.

And you don't just photograph them,
you also film them,

acting as your own pornographer.

Tell me, how does it feel afterwards?

Renewed.

Guilt?

Shame?

Remorse? Fear?

You must feel fear?

So tell me, did Sarah Kay
represent perfection to you?

Perfection?

Aesthetically?

Maybe.

But she was pregnant.

You wrote that you feel protective
towards children.

Why do children
have protective status in your world

when someone like Sarah Kay doesn't?

Where does your
sentimental view on childhood come from?

How does it accord with the truth of your own?

A tale of... abandonment and abuse.

Who is Big Foot Chester?

What?

You created a video messaging account
under that name and with one contact -

Katrina Benedetto.

I was wondering what that name denotes.

She's just 16.

A child surely?

And yet you performed
a sex act on yourself for her.

She recorded it.

What could you possibly gain
from corrupting her?

And how is that being protective of children?

What did Sarah Kay ever do
to make her a potential victim...

...when, say... Olivia... is not?

She's my daughter.

All of your victims are daughters.

Where did your hatred of women come from?

I don't hate women.

I hate everyone and everything,
including myself.

Olivia?

Once a man has achieved contempt for himself,

he achieves contempt
for all man-made laws and moralities

and is truly free to do as he wills.

You're under arrest.

You're going to prison.

In what sense are you free?

I live at a level of intensity
unknown to you and others of your type.

You will never know the almost god-like power

that I feel when that last bit of breath
leaves a body.

That feeling of complete possession.

Yes, you felt empowered...

...invincible even...

...but you're under arrest.

Maybe you did possess your victims.

But you couldn't keep them...

and now they're gone...

and you're alone.

Fuck you.

It's an addiction...

...like every other.

It's an addiction that needs to be fed.

It's an addiction that enslaves you.

How is that different from the many
and varied compulsions that drive you?

Your obsession with your father?

His looks, his eyes,
his voice, his skin, his smell.

Are you sure, that way back...
beyond your ability to truly remember...

...are you sure that he didn't possess you?

Little Stella, in the night, make you his?

It reads that way to me.

If he didn't...

...you sure as hell wanted him to.

The Sarah Kay kill was tainted...

...so you moved against Annie Brawley...

moved way too soon...

...and you got yourself into a fight.

- I think that's called changing the subject.
- Maybe.

You couldn't call it a fight.

It was more of a mismatch.

He came into the room.
I was strangling his sister.

Armed with a heavy piece of wood,

the best he could muster
was a blow across the back.

What kind of bourgeois nonsense -

the influence of parents, teachers,
the church, police officers -

contrives to make you incapable of crushing
another man's skull even to save your sister?

In that moment, his squeamishness,
whatever the fuck,

in that moment, he sealed his fate...
and he should have sealed hers.

A miserable worm bleating, "Annie, Annie!"

He deserved to die choking in a pool
of his own blood, piece of shit.

Don't pretend that you care about him.

You listed the victims to me on the phone.

"For Fiona Gallagher,

Alice Monroe, Sarah Kay, I don't let you."

No mention of Joe.

What's one more man to you more or less?

Let men perish. Who gives a fuck?

Where's Rose?

...you can do can make me
devalue my life in any way.

I will celebrate life.

I love and I am loved,
and nothing that you can do can take that away.

Do you know that?
Do you know that?

Why the fuck are you watching this?

You sick shit.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Who were you talking to?

Yourself?

Me?

The people who like to read and watch
programmes about people like you?

Who?

Where is she?

Is she dead?

Tell me.

Where is Rose?

We're done here.

You've got everything you need from me.

But, be aware, it's not over between us.

In fact... it's just begun.

Seems we've got him.

Well done.

Paul Spector, you are charged
that on the 10th day of December, 2011,

in the County Court Division of Belfast,

you did murder Fiona Gallagher
contrary to Common Law.

That you, on the 15th day of March, 2012,
in the County Court Division of Belfast,

did murder Alice Parker Monroe
contrary to Common Law.

That you, on the 16th day of April, 2012,
in the County Court Division of Belfast,

did murder Sarah Kay
contrary to Common Law.

That you, on the 20th day of April, 2012,
in the County Court Division of Belfast,

did murder Joseph Brawley
contrary to Common Law.

That you, on the 20th day of April, 2012,
within the County Court Division of Belfast,

attempted to murder Ann Brawley
contrary to Common Law.

That you, on the 3rd day of May, 2012,
in the County Court Division of Belfast,

unlawfully and injuriously
imprisoned Rose Stagg...

...and detained Rose Stagg against her will
contrary to Common Law.

Do you want to reply to any of the charges?

When do you have to go to court again?

In July.

Are you still gonna sit your exams?

If the school will let me.

There's so much about him in the papers.

I know.

Did he do it?

Oh, yes.

Are you all right?

You said a strange thing.

When?

When you first asked me
to interview Katie Benedetto.

You suggested I was like Spector.

What did you mean by that?

I meant what I said.

Similar age... similar looks.

Not anything more?

Like?

Something deeper...

...deeper in his nature,
that you see reflected in me somehow.

So... you remind me of Spector.

I fuck you, therefore I fuck Spector?

Is that where this is going?

It's a thought.

Well...

...a repellent one.

Would it be so odd?

There's something fascinating about him...

...a strange allure.

A woman, I forget who...

...once asked a male friend...
why men felt threatened by women.

He replied that they were afraid
that women might laugh at them.

When she asked a group of women
why women felt threatened by men...

...they said...

..."We're afraid they might kill us."

He might fascinate you.

I despise him with every fibre of my being.

I need to take this.

Gibson.

It's Eastwood, ma'am.

Go ahead.

Spector has come up with an offer.

Get dressed.

Go on.

Are we any clearer on whether it's Rose Stagg
or Rose Stagg's remains?

He's said nothing about that.
He's just given us a location.

It's forest...
beyond where Rose's phone was last used...

..up beyond the quarry, beyond the lair.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Gibson.

It's Sally Ann Spector.

I've thought about it.

I'll bring her in.

I'll send a car for you right away.

Thank you.

We're on.

We have to be discreet
about moving him out of here.

Anderson to escort Spector,
with me, in one vehicle.

Two other cars - Ferrington and her partner,
Hagstrom and Mitchell.

Get Ged Green to meet us in the forest
with TSGs and a medical backup.

We'll need a er... a helicopter in the air.

What about Spector's court appearance?

- Change it.
- OK.

I'll get the transport organised.

Isn't it just another power play?
Another attempt to control and dominate?

Yes, but we don't have a choice.

Even if it's a wild-goose chase?

You know what I've asked you to do.
Just get on with it.

Yes, ma'am.

This is the room we'll be in.

Have a seat there, Olivia.

- Hello, Daddy.
- Hello, darling.

- Thanks for coming to see me.
- It's OK.

You look funny in those clothes.

These are just work clothes.

Oh, OK.

How's Liam?

Annoying.

Mummy's been ill.

I know.

There's something I want to say to you...

...something important.

Watching you grow up has been
the best thing that ever happened to me.

I'm sorry for all the times
that you needed a cuddle...

...and I wasn't there.

I'm sorry that the projects in my life
took up so much time.

I should have cherished every moment with you.

I've heard you say that you want to be a doctor...

...and a pizza-maker...

and a pilot... and a princess...

when you grow up.

I just hope that one day...

...despite everything, that you can be happy.

When are you coming home?

Not for a while.

- I've got work to do here.
- Do you work for her?

Sort of.

And we have work to do.

It's time for Olivia to go.

I love you, little one.

I love you best in the whole wide world, Daddy.

Thank you.

Simon, I want to move the people carrier
in between you two,

so if you can pull forward 30 feet?

Johnny, take the people carrier
in between the two squad cars, please.

Are you sure he's the right choice?

- Who?
- Anderson.

Wouldn't someone like Martin be better?
Sheer physical presence.

Anderson arrested Spector...

interviewed him first about Rose...

He deserves this.

Trust me, he's strong enough.

Callan.

Spector's on the move.

It's me.

Do you still have my car?

- What's happening?
- Spector's being moved.

- Moved where?
- Well, not moved.

He's taking the police somewhere.
I don't know. I just need to get there.

- What was he arrested for?
- Please, I don't have time.

- Where are they going?
- Slieve Duv.

The forest?

- I actually... I don't know any more than that.
- Get in.

- What?
- I'm driving!

- Jimmy...
- Don't "Jimmy" me, you piece of shit.

If you want to go, get in.

I'm driving.

Where now?

Keep on this road.
Another half mile.

From Convoy 2.

All units, stand by.

From TSG 1 . Support vehicles
in position at rendezvous point.

There's a track on the left.

Take that track.

From Convoy 2.

All units, take track on left.

Just up here, there's a stopping point.

All the vehicles should pull over.

In there.

Can you tell me what I'm gonna find?

In there. 200 yards or so.

Take that track.
Lead the ambulance.

I'm going in.
Keep pace with me.

Keep everyone else out of the forest.

There's no sense in contaminating
a crime scene.

Yes, ma'am.

There's nothing here.

There's no sign of Rose.

Tell her to keep going.

Go deeper, Stella.

Prisoner says to keep going, ma'am.

There's clearly something
going on between you.

What?

You and the fragrant Stella.

Is that right?

Let me give you some advice.

If you haven't done it yet, don't.

I have tasted both the fantasy and the deed.

The fantasy is way more piquant.

Rose's car is here.

I repeat, Rose's car is here.

I'm going to take a look.

Roger. Copy that.

- Ged, we need a crowbar.
- Understood. On my way.

Here, ma'am.

Jesus.

I don't feel a pulse.

- There's no rigor.
- That could have passed by now.

She's chilled, Ged, but she's not stone cold.

Jesus Christ, she's alive.

She's alive.

Unexpected.

Get the medics up here now.

There's another individual
on the edge of the woods.

Someone we can't account for.

They're directly north
from the parked police vehicles.

Directly north.

Get one of the uniforms to check that out.

Control to Alpha Papa 5. Come in, please.

- Alpha Papa 5.
- Movement on the ground detected.

Due north of your position.
Please investigate.

Alpha Papa 5. Received and understood.

Right, guys? And lift.

Don't lose her. Please don't lose her.

Looks like he left her water.

Food even.

Jesus Christ. Can you imagine?

Cordon off the area, Ged.

Yes, ma'am.

Drop what you're holding
and put your hands behind your head!

Have you seen this, ma'am?

Good God.

We need an ambulance!

Shit!

- Don't move. Stay still.
- I need something to tamp the blood!

We need help!

- Can nothing land?
- We've got three men down here.

- We need urgent medical back up.
- I can't land.

The trees are too dense.
Repeat. I can't land.

- Jesus Christ.
- The trees are too dense.

Get a medic up here now!
Go, go, go, go go!

Oh...

Oh, we're losing him.

We're losing him!