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I've been brought in
from the Metropolitan Police

to lead a review into the investigation
of the murder of Alice Monroe.

He had things entirely under his control,

which leads me to think
that this was not his first murder.

Go back to your review, Stella.
I don't want the two murders linked.

Failure to see that the crimes are linked is
the thing that will allow the killer to strike again.

- Do you think her hair's been clipped?
- Where?

There.

This is the third murder in three months, Jim.

If we don't stop him he will kill again.

Excuse me, is this your purse?

Oh. Thank you so much.

Here's been a shooting.

The detective we saw near
the Falls Road on Sunday night.

- James Olson was a married man, Stella.
- You were a married man...

when you spent a night in my bed.

He clearly has a victim type.

They are not victims of chance,
they are victims of choice.

It's possible that he's out there
stalking his next victim now.

There's someone to see you, ma'am.
Rose Stagg, a friend of Professor Reed Smith?

I spent years interviewing the victims of rape.

I don't think anyone ever felt worse
after talking to me about their experiences.

I have something terrible to confess.

I've been having an affair.

I called you to say it's over.

It won't be over until I stop you.

You had your chance...now it's too late.

We have an E-FIT from Rose Stagg.

Could he really look like that?

Ma'am?
Annie Brawley has regained consciousness.

Now let's try something different.

If you were on the other side of your bedroom,

standing by the window...

What would you have seen?

Me on the bed.

Him behind me.

I was on my side at first.

Tied up.

What else?

Can you see him clearly?

No.

No.

That's OK. Let's...take a step back.

Earlier that night
you had dinner with your brother.

Do you remember what Joe had to eat?

Do you remember what you ordered?

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What are you doing?

Once upon a time...this worked for me.

You snap the band...on your wrist

...when your thoughts and feelings
overwhelm you.

Is that mine?

Yes.

It's been brushed for prints.

They only found yours.

You'll see...some of the pages are dusty.

Some people find writing useful.

Putting down...thoughts, whatever they may be.

Reading the entries you made might help.

I'm sorry.

I want to remember. I really do.

I know.

My diary
was in a drawer in my bedroom.

Yes.

He was waiting for me in my bedroom.

If he was wearing gloves...

...he could have read it and not left any prints.

Yes.

Do you think that he read it?

Yes.

You know, it's hard for everyone.

Because...l look the same...

The same as I did before.

But I'm not the same.

Hello?

Hello?

Hang on. Hang on, I'll get a better signal.

Hello?

- Daddy?
- Livvy?

- Daddy?
- Can you hear me?

Yes.

- Are you OK?
- Yes.

It's the middle of the night.
Why aren't you asleep?

- I can't sleep.
- Why, darling?

- I'm really worried, Daddy.
- What about?

My dollies.

I left them behind. All of them.

When, Mummy, me and Liam left Scotland.

- What did you leave behind?
- All of my dollies.- Hello?

- Where did you leave them?
- In the bath, I think.

Haven't you seen them?

No.

Haven't you had a bath in all that time?

- It hasn't been that long.
- Nearly a whole week.

We have a shower downstairs.

The thing is, I really need them.

Can you bring them when you come home?

- I'm not sure when that's gonna be, darling.
. MW

It was Mummy decided to go home, not me.

I need them, Daddy. I really do.

Please, Daddy. Please.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh!

- Don't you announce yourself?
- I thought that I was expected.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

Nice shoes.

ls that why I'm here - to amuse you?

I'd always thought of him as stalking victims,
calculating the risks, planning it all out...

...very controlled, calm, cold-blooded.

The killing of Joe was different.
ll was impulsive, bloody.

Hot-blooded.

If we didn't know it then,
we certainly know it now, that he's...

...driven by huge amounts of rage.

So, we have an eye-witness
who can't quite bring herself to recall the face,

masked or unmasked,
of the man who did all this.

It's a question of unlocking her.

She's traumatised. Grief-stricken.

She just needs more time,
more professional help.

It's been ten days, Stella.
We're running out of time.

Hm. And money.

I er...I had these drawn up
for the Policing Executive tomorrow.

Emergency funding.

To support the investigation.

1.8 million.

Well, perhaps you can...

“take a look at the figures on the way home?

We need to make
some kind of announcement soon.

Indicate some kind of progress.
Allay fears. Some good news.

I know.

Where's your car?

- I'll walk you.
- In those shoes?

I'm fine.

Is this your car?

It is. And I'd like him to get off it.

What are you doing here?

I want all of you to move away from my car.

What's the difference between
James Olson and a black cab?

Black cab can take five in the back.

What's your name?

What's that got to do with you, Little Bo Beep,
who's lost her sheep?

Don't come back here again. Do you hear me?

You're not welcome.

Mummy?

Mummy?

I've made you a cup of tea.

Oh, you know you're not
supposed to boil the kettle.

- I haven't.
- Oh.

Mm. That's lovely.

When Daddy's back I'll make him one too.
But with sugar.

Superintendent Gibson?

Detective Superintendent Gibson,

would you like to comment on the piece
in today's Belfast Chronicle?

Are reports the surviving victim
is helping the police with their inquiries true?

- They are.
- Are you prepared to meet Mrs Olson,

to discuss your alleged affair with her husband?

- I almost didn't recognise you.
- Really!

- Why are you wearing that?
- The same reason you're weaning that.

- Yours is a Met uniform.
- I'm a Met officer.

At least I was the last time I checked.

I thought I should look as unfeminine
as possible given this morning's Chronicle.

It hasn't worked.

Just to warn you, Monroe's spoiling for a fight.

There's a strong possibility
he'll push for a 28-day review

into the progress of the bask force.

- You're joking?
- What?

What, you think you're above such procedures?

Well, who would do it?

Well, we'd find someone.

- What do you want?
- Er...cappuccino.

Two regular cappuccinos, please.

Sally?

Sally?

- Sally, did you not hear me calling you?
- I'm late for work.

- What's wrong?
- "What's wrong?"

- I don't understand.
- Don't you?

No.

- I know everything.
- What are you talking about?

Paul confessed, Katie.
There's no need to cover for him.

- Confessed to what?
- Your affair.

Your three-month underage affair.

What?

In my house, under my roof. In my bed!

For all I know while my children were sleeping.

This is bullshit. What did he say about us?

"Us"? Jesus.

Whatever he's told you, he's lying.

- Why would he lie about something like that?
- I don't know.

Just leave my family alone.

There's been no affair.
What happened is he attacked me.

What?

That night you left us alone in the study.

I'd come over to listen to music.

He took the opportunity to attack me.

- Pin me to the floor, climb on top of me.
- Enough!

You have no idea who he is or what he's like.

Ask him about the lock of hair.

- What's going on?
- Bitch!

You have one new massage.

I just bumped info your girlfriend.

You need to get your story straight.

According to her there's been no affair,
just some kind of sexual assault.

Paul, what did you do to her?

Did you rape her in your study,
while the kids were sleeping?

She seems to think
she knows you better than I do.

I don't know, maybe she does.
This is all so humiliating.

I want you to just stay away, Paul, OK?

From me, from the kids. Just... I want...

Good morning, ma'am.

Yep?

- Marion Kay's in the conference mom, ma'am.
- Thanks.

I was thinking, ma'am,
that I should go back into uniform.

- Really?
- If you can spare me?

- I can't.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Tell me why.

I've often wondered why you took me off
the street in the first place.

What do you think?

Because I was erm...

“struggling to deal with what had happened.

Because I couldn't stop myself from shaking.

I don't go around rescuing patrol cops
who are disturbed by what they've seen.

I don't think so.

It was totally selfish.

I was new. I wanted someone by my side.

Someone l...felt I could trust.

I was impressed by your honesty at the scene.

I think I've learnt a lot.
I think I can put it to good use on the street.

Cheating death? Fighting for truth and justice?

Something like that, yeah.

- I'll think about 'n.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Sorry, I've nothing new to tell you.

How is your father bearing up?

That's what everyone always asks me first.

How's Daddy?

It really pisses me off.

All the cards, all the letters of condolence,
they're all addressed to Dad.

Yes, of course. I'm sorry.

How are you?

It's the right first question.

I know it is.

Fathers aren't supposed
to bury their daughters.

But...

But I can't remember a time in my life
when Sarah wasn't there.

There's so many "if only's".

If only she hadn't turned the police away.

If only the locksmith
had changed the back door straight away.

If only I had just made her
come and stay with us.

I just wish I could think about something else.

For five minutes, even.

But there is so much stuff all the time.

In the papers, on the television.

And it is always Alice's picture.

It's never Sarah.

Today's paper even got her age wrong.

It's just to do with Alice's name, I think.

The Monroe connection,
the fund that's been set up.

I worry because there's a number of victims.

Sarah's lost her identity a bit.

Not for me.

- Yep?
- Rose Stagg has cried off.

Pressure of work.

Oh... Right.

The train on platform two is
the Larne Harbour to Belfast Central service,

calling at Larne Town, Glynn,
Magheramorne, Ballycally, Whitehead.“...

Rose, I really need to see you today.

I'm sorry. I've so much work on.

The interview you gave was informal.

I took notes, but...

I really need to gel every last bit
of information from you if I can.

Recorded, videoed, transcribed.

I know.

As I told you...

when I met Peter I already had a boyfriend.

Yes.

The boyfriend was Tom,
who became my husband.

I presumed that
And you never told him what happened?

No. I had bruises all over my neck.
Really bad headaches.

My voice was hoarse.

So I simply stopped seeing him.

Rose, I understand
it will be a difficult conversation...

But there are bigger issues.

I know.

- Hello?
- I'm here.

Talk to him tonight.
Come and see me tomorrow.

- I can come in at noon.
- I'll see you then.

He's written and he's phoned

He derives pleasure, it seems,
from involving himself in the investigation.

And for that reason I'd like to maintain
the 24/7 monitoring oi my old private phone,

in the hope that maybe
he will call that number again.

Erm... What kind of response
to the composite likeness?

The Rose Stagg E-FIT? Good.

But the fact that 'It's from eight or nine years ago
has caused a degree of confusion.

Could he now be fat? Could he now be bald?

Well, he's definitely not fat.

Do you think that looks like me?

A wee bit, maybe.

- May I?
- Go ahead.

What about now?

A bit more now.

You think it's safe for me to go back to Belfast?

I don't think you've got anything to worry about.

Do you live in the city?

I do. In South Belfast.

Two sweets away from one of the girls that died.

Do you live alone?

Yeah.

How about you?

No. No, I'm travelling back
to my wife and two kids.

Ah.

The only possible excuse for a grown man
to be travelling with four dollies in his bag.

You're blonde?

All the other girls have been dark, haven't they?

Actually, I'm not.

- Not what?
- Blonde.

What do you mean?

I was dark, until all this started happening.

You're kidding?

There. Proof.

I never would have guessed.

As we know, offenders lend gto
commit crimes in areas that they're familiar with.

The first kill usually lakes place
closest lo that anchor point.

Near a residence or a place of work.

If we look at the spatial relationships
between the crime scenes,

it suggests the offender
lives in the University Quarter or Ravenhill.

Travelling to and from the crime scenes on foot.

And that would make the attack on Annie
in the Shankill an aberration of sorts.

Presumably he somehow identified her
as a potential victim.

Young, dark, attractive, educated.

And disregarded the fad
first she lived outside his natural territory.

And then he got into difficulties as a result.

We know that he fled on fool.

But he didn't run back
towards the University Quarter.

He ran out east towards the City Airport.

That's a distance of three miles. Why?

Perhaps he has
a place out there somewhere.

A lockup or a storage unit or...

somewhere he changes or keeps a vehicle.

A trawl of CCTV cameras along his route
from the Shankill out towards the airport

has offered up these images.

No clear view of his face.

The possibility that he has a beard.

I'm getting some video stills produced.

He anticipated that we would use human scent
dogs and he...crossed a stretch of water.

I believe he took the murder weapon with him.

The search for that weapon is still ongoing.

Truth is, we're pretty much running out of time
on the search for the weapon.

We've searched miles of the roadway
on the route we think he took.

Right up to the water's edge
where the scent dogs lost him.

We've run a line across from that point
to where we think he emerged.

We're searching both sides of that line.

But the water visibility is nil.

Weeds, refuse.
My divers can only work by touch.

There's deep mud too.
Basically, we've run out of time and money.

It's been ten days now
and there's been some speculation

that the killer has stayed true to his word.

That he's...gone away.

That he's stopped.

I don't believe that it works that way.

Remember...that there is a cycle
that he goes through.

After an attack there's a cooling off period.

But then the deviant fantasies start to kick in.

And the pressure starts to build.

Remember, it's an addiction.

He takes his fantasies
and he turns them into reality.

That makes him feel superior to the rest of us...

...mere mortals...

...as such.

In his own mind...

...he feels he has the right to decide
who lives and who dies.

In order to do the terrible things that he does...

...the killer dehumanises his victims.

Let's do the opposite.

Let's keep them alive.

For us, for their families,
friends, work colleagues.

For the public.

Let's keep them alive until...this man is caught.

Jesus.

God, you frightened me.

- How did you get in?
- Your side door was unlocked.

- What are you doing here?
- Why did you say those things to Sally Ann?

What things?

Things about me - you and me.

- What things?
- You know what things.

- I told you to stay away.
- I have.

How was I supposed to know she'd be there?

Why are you trying to make trouble for me?

Sally Ann now thinks
that I attacked you that night in the study.

- You did!
- She thinks I raped you.

She thinks
we've been having an affair for months.

Where did she get that idea?

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do. You told her.

- Why would I do that?
- I've been asking myself the same thing.

- And?
- Katie?

Are you OK?

Yeah. This is Paul.

- Oh.
- I'll be up in a minute.

- You sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

Why are you staring at her?

I'm not.

She's not your type.

- I don't have a type.
- Liar.

I'm not lying.

Dark-haired, beautiful.

- Katie...
- Why would you lie to your wife?

What are you covering up?

You're playing a dangerous game.

I came here to tell you to stay away
from my wife and my children.

The police officer on the television said the killer
clipped a lock of hair from each of the victims.

You had a lock of hair in your study.

I explained that. It was my mothers hair.

I saw the footage of you at the park.

The Botanic Gardens.

We go them all the time.
It's Olivia's favourite place.

It's also where Sarah Kay went
to meet her sister every Saturday lunch time.

What are you saying?

You said it, not me.
There's a strangler on the prowl.

And you think it's me?

Sally Ann called me that night to baby-sit,

because she couldn't get a hold of you at worn.

Then you came home in the middle of the night
with a cut on your face.

You were all weird.

If you think I'm a killer why aren't you scared?

- I am scared.
- Are you?

Yes.

- You think I'm gonna strangle you?
- Yes.

And your little friend upstairs?

Do you really think the killer
will identify himself so easily?

Grow up, Katie.

I'm just a husband, a father.

A man with a profession to protect.

Keep your crazy theories to yourself,
and stay away from my family.

You have reached the offices
of the Alice Monroe fund.

Please leave a message after the tone.

I'm Paul Spector.

We're finished here, ma'am.

- Can you give me a couple more hours?
- I don't know, ma'am.

We'll find the money.

- I'm hungry.
- Well, you ate at Grandma's.

- That was ages ago.
- I'll make you some warm milk, OK?

Livvy, ten minutes to bedtime. Brush your teeth.

Dear Olivia, I'm sending this letter to you
all the way from Scotland via Pixie Post.

I looked all day and all night,
but I couldn't find your dollies anywhere.

It makes me think you took them
with you when you left.

Are you sure
you checked your suitcase carefully?

Have another look. Check the front pocket

I will see you very soon.

I love you best in the whole wide world.

Daddy.

PS. The Pixies prefer letters they deliver
to be kept a secret.

ls this hue?

Well, it's in the paper, it must be.

Why do you want to know?

I did the autopsy on James Olson.

I know. You showed me the pictures.

I had no idea that you had
a personal relationship with him when I did that.

There were scratches on his back...

...consistent with marks left by fingernails -
fresh marks.

The most obvious explanation was sex...

and that suggestion was put to his wife and...

she said she was not responsible.

I see.

And at no point did DCI Eastwood suggest

that visiting you in your hotel room
was part of Olson's time line.

So the marks went unaccounted for
in my report.

I'm surprised by that.

By What?

By Eastwood withholding that.

You didn't ask him to?

No.

Hm...

So was it you? Made those marks?

They don't feel sharp.

No.

Not any more.

How did you come to meet him?

I saw him, on the street...

"at a crime scene.

I thought I would be in Belfast for...
a week, maybe two.

I didn't think he'd be shot the next night.

I'm sorry he's dead...I really am.

But it was one night.

It didn't mean anything.

Excuse me, ma'am.
The divers might have found something.

Mummy. Mummy!

Hm?

I need the bathroom.

- What?
- I need to do a wee.

Ask Daddy.

Where is he?

I'm so tired, sweetheart.

Who are you?

Ssh. Don't wake Mummy.

Delta Seven, roger that.

- Are you a friend of Mummy's or Daddy's?
- Your mummy.

What's your name?

Peter.

Peter Piper.

"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.

If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,

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

That's called a tongue twister. You try.

- Peter Piper picked a
- ..of pickled peppers.

Where's the pickled peppers
that Peter Piper picked?

Do it again, but do it faster.

- Peter Piper picked a pepper, pick...
- Peppers.

Where's the pickled peppers
Peter Piper picked?

That's really good, just not too loud.
We don't wanna wake Mummy.

- Where are you sleeping?
- I'll find somewhere.

- Where's your room?
- I'll show you.

- Where's Mummy sleeping?
- In there.

Hm, that's nice.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I want you to come with me now.
I wanna talk to you.

I don't wanna have to hurt you, Rose.

I don't wanna have to hurt your beautiful family.

But I will...

I will if you scream or cry out when I release you.

Do you understand?

OK.

One...two...three.

Peter?

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