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He's late.

He's a psycho.

You can't expect punctuality.

People actually get fun out of this. Just the intelligent ones.

Look in the bottom. It says not for use by children under five and cops.

That's half an hour past the deadline.

Have you ever thought of taking up yoga?

Look, I got the other message 24 hours ago. It said message.

Which always means I get another message 24 hours later. Why should this time be

any different?

What I don't understand is why he picked you.

I mean, out of all the reporters.

The man has an eye for talent. He knows you're talking to us.

How could he know that?

Don't underestimate him. Cregan's right.

This guy's a clever bugger.

A part of me hopes we don't hear from him.

I thought that was why we were here.

We found a connection.

The last two victims were killed 24 hours after you got a message from him.

Anything else?

No, that's it.

Oh, shit.

The dress?

The usual, from nowhere.

Apologies for dragging some of you from your beds, but this is a matter of some

urgency. Dave?

Our killer sent Laney another message, which means if he sticks to his routine,

and we've no reason to believe that he won't, that he'll kill again within 24

hours. There was nothing in the message?

The address is impossible, Trace. It changes every time. He's jumping around

Usenet using bogus addresses.

He knows his stuff.

Marion. We know the last two murders took place in the warehouse close to

central London, but in fact, the locations where the bodies were dumped

fairly random.

which suggests that the selection of the victims is unplanned.

Opportunist. Well, I think they're planned.

I mean, this guy likes to be one step ahead.

Maybe he's deliberately making it look random.

What did the message actually say?

It mentioned something about sending a reward.

For what?

I'd like Laney to write in style.

OK, you could contact Laney at any time. I want someone with him.

I'll do that.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

I need the caffeine.

Tired.

I think I've lost the ability to sleep.

Yeah, I know what you mean. I haven't slept since the last message.

Do you think you'll catch him? Do you?

No chance.

Ah, thanks for the vote of confidence.

Nah, this guy's super intelligent.

Well, you can tell that from just a few short messages.

No, I mean, it's the sense of him. It's like he's in the air. I can't explain

it. Past year, he's taken over my life.

I hardly write about anything else. I don't think I'd know how.

You go catching him, I'm out of a job.

I wouldn't worry.

There's no shortage of nutcases out there.

Not like this guy.

He's a headliner.

David Laney.

Yeah. Pass with me. Thanks.

My reward, I think.

At least it's not a severed head.

Thank you.

Do you think that's him?

Must be.

Some kind of self -portrait.

Energy can never be destroyed, only converted.

Well, at least he's normal in one respect.

You call that normal?

What is that?

A building of some sort?

Can you get closer?

Oh, we're losing detail.

I've seen something like that before.

Close the door.

There's only one guest worth in London, like the one in Potsdam.

We've got three possible addresses.

Two women.

And this guy... Name's Emerson.

As you can see, he's got form.

Suspected computer fraud involving large amounts of money.

We couldn't prove it. Case was dropped.

Mark. The picture of Senselani was developed at a small local chemist.

Unfortunately, they wiped the material and nobody could give a description.

Now, I had two of the assistants going through mugshots as we speak.

But don't hold your breath.

Emerson's the single man, lives alone, stumbles from job to job, no regular

or boyfriends as far as we can tell, all of which fits the profile of the

killer. That's not enough.

It's enough to bring him in for questioning.

We've got a blurred picture and a hunch.

We bring him in, the press run it in a flash. If we have to let him go, we look

incompetent and desperate.

We've only got six hours left.

That's enough time to prove it's him.

Some toffees in the glove compartment.

Might be a bit fluffy.

Candles.

What?

Maybe he's religious.

So what will you do?

I thought I might go abroad.

Broaden my horizons, as they say.

That sounds exciting, Michael, don't you think?

You know what I think?

I can finish my degree when I get back.

And how do you propose to pay for this, what do you call it, sabbatical?

I mean, we'd offer to help, but we've already spent all our money on your

education. Michael, that's enough.

I need this time, Dad.

I've been studying more than half my life. I need a break.

Fine.

You go ahead.

Emerson.

He's on the move.

Can you find it in your heart to give her a lift back?

Too much to drink.

Then I'll call a cab.

Trophies. These pictures.

The women murdered at the warehouse.

Human scalps.

What's wrong?

You don't want to know.

I want detailed pictures of this lot.

It's him.

Where are you?

We're on our way. Don't let him out of your sight.

You know what he's like. He'll come round.

Yeah.

Bye, Dad!

You take care now.

Hawkins. That's right. What a turn. University of Hawkins.

He's just picked up a girl. Repeat, he's just picked up a girl. Stop him. He's

pulling away.

Follow him. All cars, immediate assistance.

Nice hair.

What?

Your hair.

It's nice.

Thanks. Is it your natural color?

All mine.

No additives, no preservatives.

That's really nice.

And there's one thing I can't stand.

It's women who color their hair.

I can never understand it.

People should be happy with what they've got, don't you think?

Never really thought about it.

Now, you see, you can tell a lot about a person from their hair.

Well, if they dye it, for example, it tells you what they're like as people.

What I mean, their personalities.

You dye your hair, you're false. You're hiding something.

Natural hair stays genuine, you see, like you.

I think you're going the wrong way.

I take a look at you, beautiful hair, natural, well -kept, and I think, that's

genuine person, you see.

Excuse me, but the university's the other way.

That's someone I could spend some time with.

Trails locked.

For your safety. Stop this car, stop it right now!

Shit.

That thing is on to me.

Blow the bloody engine.

Too bad!

He's pulled into some woods. It's a following. No, tell him to wait for us.

There's no time. There's no time!

What the hell do I do?

Your call.

There's an old shack about 100 metres through the trees.

He's got her in there.

How many doors?

What? How many doors did the shack have? I'm not sure.

I decided it was better to wait.

It's OK.

We have to go in. We play it by the book. We wait for assistance.

Yeah, we'd do that.

At best, we've got a siege. It's worth another body. We can't afford to wait.

He's not going anywhere, is he?

Are we scaring him? There's no telling what he might do. Put him inside the

room.

Why do you think he's going to wait for us?

Far enough.

Put the knife down and no one will get hurt.

Well, people will get hurt.

You know that.

She knows that.

If it's the nature of things, it's preordained.

You kill her and there will be two dead bodies in the ambulance.

You don't want to die, Emerson.

How would you know what I want?

I know you don't want to die.

Okay. Let's see if you're right.

Wrong.

Wrong. Nobody knows me.

Nobody stops me.

You okay?

I have a dead girl on my hands.

I have every newspaper in the country outside my door baying for blood.

But what really pisses me off is I know exactly what happens next. I know what

happens with you.

I handled it badly. You handled it badly and now you're going to wallow in it,

right? I should have waited for assistance.

You should have done exactly what you did, which was to respond to the

using your gut instinct.

Which is why I brought you in here in the bloody first place.

Are we finished here?

Don't take this one on yourself.

How'd it go with him, right?

Dave?

Still work here, if that's what you're wondering.

You don't want to talk about it, do you?

Just as long as you know I offered to listen.

I didn't see it coming.

I mean, I... I felt in control.

I felt so calm.

There was nothing you could have done.

I'm thinking the right move.

The right words.

He would have killed her anyway. Even after she was dead, I'm thinking... I'm

standing there, I'm looking for something.

I'm looking at the blood and I'm thinking, just go back just five, ten

You'd do exactly the same thing again.

No.

I'd kill him.

I wouldn't think twice.

I played it by the book, right?

If you've got a problem with that, say it to my face.

Don't sit there bloody ignoring me.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say nothing.

Tell us what happened. What went wrong? Was she alive when you got there?

I have no comment. Was she alive?

One picture, one picture.

Susan, come on. Get in. Come on.

Pigs at feeding time.

Does that include me?

Sorry.

Do you want to tell me what happened?

Okay, here's what I know.

You caught Emerson.

How did you get his name? A girl, Emily Hawkins, died.

Something went wrong, right?

Emily was 20 years old. University student, halfway through her degree in

biology. Okay, that's enough.

I don't want to talk about it. I don't even want to think about it.

A year I've been following this guy.

Know everything there is to know about him. Written millions of words on him,

mostly in your favour. And now at the last minute I'm supposed to scrabble

with a pack looking for scraps?

I said that's enough.

Okay, so maybe I'm pushing things a bit here, but I don't think you realise how

much I need this.

You think... you think I can just switch off?

Make a report?

Susan. I can't talk to you, David.

Not yet.

When I can, you'll be the first.

You have one?

Mr Laney.

Yeah, I have one or two.

Three or four.

I'll stop counting.

A couple of large scotches, please.

So what brings you here on such a perfect night?

Let me get some.

I just thought you'd be good with your old friends.

I know about Emerson.

Well, what went wrong?

You've heard the expression, trigger happy?

We'll see if we sit around.

Something wrong?

I don't know. Everything's just hunky -dory. Can you shut up for just five

bloody minutes?

Daddy! Big kiss!

So what is it this time?

What? You two go and play outside.

Now!

You turn up, there's usually something wrong.

I just came to see the kids, Dave.

And everything's fine, is it?

No work pressures, no personal crisis?

Just once, you know, just one time, Dave. I'd like you to come and see the

because you want to, not because you need to. I take it it's a bad time.

not your personal bloody sanctuary.

In the future, I'd appreciate a bloody phone call.

Nice visit.

Dave, wait.

I haven't, Dave.

Just a hard time, you know. You want to tell me what's going on?

She doesn't want to keep.

It's a bit late for that, isn't it?

Last few weeks, didn't sleep. Just fixed those days.

Right.

But she never stops crying.

When she was pregnant with yours... Nothing like this.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Barry!

You want me to talk to her?

What would you tell her?

Time is 9 .10. President D .I. Taylor, D .C. Rivers, interviewing Brian Howard

Emerson. Let's not go round the house with this.

Forensics will tie you to the other murders at the warehouse.

But we know you killed them.

You know that, do you?

What we need from you... See this?

This is how much you know.

What we need from you is a signed confession to each of the murders.

Is that your natural hair colour? Enough.

That's okay.

I don't have enough respect for you to be scared.

Oh, I'd say it's some cheap, nasty old brandy they make from horse bones and

fat. I'd say you avoid the hairdressers, the company of women.

What's not your bag?

You do it yourself, and it's all over your bathroom.

There's a lot of stains on your walls, Taylor.

We'd also like to ask you about some other missing women.

You think it matters how many have died?

How many are still to die?

How many women have you killed?

Or don't keep accounts.

But you keep their hair.

Only when it's natural.

You see, it doesn't matter how many have died.

All that matters is that I continue.

What's the natural course of things? Like the universe expands, so must we

And like the universe, there's a balance between us.

We depend on one another to continue the dance of the planet, infinite and

immortal.

Do you understand?

I didn't think you would.

Us finding the women should be part of the natural course of things.

Fast learner. Nice logic.

But so incredibly human.

Well, human logic doesn't apply to me.

You see, you can lock me up, or you can even kill me.

But you can never stop me.

Energy can never be destroyed.

Only converted.

Interview. Terminated at 9 .12.

I think we'll wait till he touches down.

I believe I'm entitled to a phone call.

No lawyer can help you now.

Nevertheless, it is my right.

I'll see to it.

Taylor, I shouldn't be telling you this, but will you carry the mark of death?

Emotional terrorism.

Now that's human.

Where's Emerson? In his cell.

Emerson's been here all night.

When was it sent?

As far as I can tell, minutes ago.

Then Emerson didn't send it.

On a compass?

Yeah, possibly.

The service provider might have a real address.

What the hell is this?

Yeah, you're good.

Blaney. What I want to know is who blabbed to the press.

Now the story's out, we might as well use it to our advantage.

They seem to have tagged you as some kind of hero.

Charlie. You do a series of press interviews, play up the angle of police

heroines. Wait a second. Enhancing the OSC's reputation.

No way.

That's not my job.

They keep writing stories anyway. Let's try and make them work for us. I'm

working on a case.

Cregan and Rivers can manage.

Charlie will brief you on the way to handle the interviews.

I thought we'd start with David Laney.

You ever thought it would take my material design?

It's telling us something.

What?

Why another has to die soon.

Who's in charge here?

Somebody must know what's going on.

Look, I'll sit outside for the rest of my life if I have to.

I need to talk to someone now.

Calm down, sir.

D .I. Cregan.

Michael Hawkins.

Emily's father.

Can I help?

It's okay.

Let's get a coffee.

Do you need a lift?

I think I'll wait.

Sorry about your daughter.

That's an easy thing to say.

I'm not sorry.

They don't have words for how I feel.

Were you there when she died?

I want to know what happened.

Everybody talks.

Nobody tells me anything.

What do you want to know?

Was she awake?

You know that's the first time anyone's been honest with me.

The paper said something went wrong.

Somebody messed up.

Is that right?

Right.

You want to tell me who?

See, they say it was a madman.

Mad killer.

Wrong place, wrong time, all of that.

But it's not enough.

Do you understand?

There's got to be something else.

Something that makes sense.

I... I'm sorry.

This isn't fair.

Thanks for being straight with me.

He wanted to know who messed up.

Couldn't tell him.

Nobody messed up.

He has a right to know.

Know what, Dave?

You did your job.

It just went wrong.

You know what I mean.

for a monster like Emerson.

Don't keep your day waiting.

Hi.

I don't discuss my personal life, my bra size, my favourite food, or my

menstrual cycle, okay?

I don't want to travel.

I don't want to do work for charities.

And I have no desire to promote peace and understanding throughout the world.

How about cover it? Just a while.

One thing.

What? Test and man.

Blondes are pronounced.

Bald and shiny.

You're not going to believe this.

We've sourced the message on D .I. Cregan's computer.

This is weird.

Let's get to life. Let's get to life. Let's get to life.

Let's get

to

life.

Where did you get to? I've been trying your radio. How did you find the body?

I traced the email address to here.

Looks like Emerson left a computer inside with a time delay.

He said it to release emails at regular intervals.

How was it triggered?

He was permitted one phone call.

We thought he'd phoned his lawyer.

She was hanging upside down from the rafters with her throat cut.

I'm the last body we found here.

Do you know who she is? One of the officers recognised her.

Margaret Folds, local MP.

Here, you're there.

Pathologist? On her way.

You know, you really pissed me off.

What?

Police heroin saved the day.

What the hell was that?

It wasn't true, then?

Uh -uh.

You need to be sharper than that.

How are you coping?

Don't think I'm sure yet.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I feel like I've just had my legs cut off.

How so?

Losing Emerson.

Well, you'll have to try. No, not my bag.

Cut and dried.

No mystery.

You know, it's something we have in common.

What?

We depend on guys like Emerson.

What makes us tick?

I thought you wanted to discuss the OSA.

Forensics have checked the computer for prints.

Emerson's? All over it. No sign of anybody else.

It doesn't make sense.

How come?

Pathology are adamant that Foles was killed only two to three hours ago.

We had to call off surveillance on the warehouse two weeks ago.

Emerson must have been watching us. It's his computer.

But if Pathology's right, Emerson didn't kill Foles.

A copycat.

Nobody knew about the warehouse.

Not even the press.

Has to do in the condo.

Marion? Foles was found suspended upside down from the roof and still had her

hair.

One thing bothers me. The victim's wrong.

Emerson targeted younger women.

This morning's paper.

Okay, I want to press blackout on this.

I want to know everything there is about Margaret Foles. Talk to Emerson, see if

he knows her. And David Lane wrote the story.

He might know something.

So tell me about Cregan.

Oh, that's out of band.

Off the record.

They're out of band.

I see.

That's not what I meant.

Yeah, right.

We work together.

He's good at his job. He's a good -looking guy.

Not my type.

What is your type?

You're getting personal now.

I'm not working now.

Ah, D .I. Cregan, the man who knows the criminal mind.

We found your computer.

As you were supposed to.

You wanted us to find it?

Of course.

Why? The gravitational pull of a black hole is so great, it sucks in everything

around it.

All matter.

Even time can't escape.

Think about that.

Time itself sucked into a void.

Can you even begin to imagine such power?

You haven't answered the question.

Oh, I think I have.

Who else knew about the warehouse?

Now, why would you want to know that?

We know you have an accomplice.

Accomplice?

What do you want to know about Margaret Fools?

Would you like me to sign a confession?

So, where were we?

As far as I recall, you were avoiding the subject of Cregan.

Look, there's nothing between me and Cregan.

We're barking up the wrong tree there.

Okay.

So, let's hear more about the job.

Always see the inside story. I want an in -depth exploration of what it's

like in the front line.

Troy, do you want to start?

That's the most important question.

Just what is it you find so attractive about bald men?

Who told you about Margaret Folt?

Who told you about me?

David Laney.

Your turn.

Laney? Your personal biographer.

I don't believe you. And I don't believe you killed Margaret Fowles.

Like you didn't believe I would kill Emily Hawkins.

I'll tell you what I believe.

I believe you're a fake.

Or was I faking that night?

I jumped up fake with a bag of stupid tricks.

When I slit her throat, was I faking?

Do you know your problem, Emerson?

You've started to believe your own press.

Think you're some sort of celebrity.

Well, nobody's interested anymore. You're yesterday's news. You're wrong.

That people have already forgotten your name.

Lenny wouldn't let that happen. He's already writing about somebody else. He

wouldn't do that. No?

No, he understands me. No, he believes in me.

He believes in anything that can get his name on the front page. No, he told me

he believed.

You talked to Laney?

I thought I knew what to expect.

You know, when I found out, I told myself that this was where I'd join the

police.

This was a chance to do something that really counted.

Now you're not so sure?

No.

Isn't that?

I just didn't expect to see so much... Meth.

Our friend Emerson again.

You spend so much effort shutting down your feelings.

You forget how to start them up again.

Lenny's a good journalist.

It's Ben who kept the tape.

You can't let yourself stop feeling.

You've got to get out there, go looking for it.

What? Feeling.

Emotion.

Life.

It doesn't come to you.

No?

No.

So, what are you doing here?

No, that's a personal question.

And the answer?

I think you already know.

It's me.

Emerson. How are you?

Okay. You?

I'm not sure.

Last night I took a walk to the top of a hill and looked at the stars.

It looked all wrong, like the universe was twisting in on itself.

I saw a girl, too pretty, but genuine.

You killed her?

That was what she required.

The women have to die.

The balance must be restored.

I know what you mean.

You do.

Some women go too far, right?

Like everything in nature, there's a balance between men and women.

Exactly.

And some women upset that balance.

You know, I really think you're beginning to understand.

Killed another last night.

How did it feel?

Like I had someone who saved me 50 times my size.

She offered to have sex with me in exchange for her life.

I took both.

She deserved it.

She had beautiful hair.

What is it?

Just being here with you.

Makes me feel alive.

You know, you really have the most beautiful hair.