All language subtitles for Touching Evil s02e02 Scalping 2

Work!

What you're looking at, as I'm sure you
all know, is a simplified model of

psychological cyclic behavior.

But to recap, in the days following the
kill, the killer will experience

feelings of exhilaration.

He went through with it. He had the
courage to do it.

His fantasy has become reality.

His self -esteem is at its highest. But
Emerson knows who killed Falls. What we

need is a key to get him to open up.

If you'll bear with me.

Now, most of us tend to see serial
killers as cold, calculating monsters

human feelings.

Quite the opposite is generally true.

After the initial exhilaration, guilt
begins to set in.

They may try to deflect this guilt by
blaming others, as is normally the case

with copycats.

However the guilt is expressed, there's
a gradual down surge in the killer's

self -esteem.

They feel compelled to regain that self
-esteem, to recapture that brief sense

of exhilaration.

The only way in which they can achieve
this is by killing again.

Of course, it's never the same as the
first time.

The guilt phase comes more and more
quickly.

The killer is forced to find new ways to
experience the same feeling.

How does this help us with Emerson?

It's my guess that Emerson might well be
approaching a guilt phase.

How that might manifest itself, I've no
idea.

But when we find out, we find his
weakness.

We have the tapes of your telephone
conversations with Laney.

He gave us them.

Cheap trick.

Laney wouldn't do that. Why not?

Who told you about Margaret Fould?

Was it Laney? If I'm to help you, I want
something in return.

What?

A lock of your hair.

We don't need you that much.

Susan.

We'd like a word, David.

Back to the OSC.

He and Lady got the deal.

The women have to die.

The balance must be restored.

I know you mean.

You do.

Some women go too far, right?

Not 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.

How do you choose the woman?

Gravity.

I don't understand.

Each of us exudes our own gravitational
force that draws certain people to us.

Do you hate them, the woman?

Science has no room for emotion.

We see ourselves as a scientist.

Science of killing.

Natural, logical. The complexity of
structure.

The natural animal drive tempered with
our own capacity for thought.

This is my dominion.

Can it be learned?

You wish to become my student.

I want to learn.

And did you?

What? Learn.

I got to know him pretty well, if that's
what you mean.

How well?

You know, I really thought we might have
had something, you and me.

Thought we were sharing something, while
all the time you're screwing me to keep

me occupied while your body raids my
flat.

Nice work, officer.

He didn't know.

He could be a bloody murder suspect.

I didn't know that then.

Bloody stupid!

None of us have got a life beyond this
place.

I'm sorry.

You don't go anywhere near Laney.

When did the conversation start?

About a month ago.

And you didn't think to inform us?

I had every intention of letting you
know the second I found out anything

useful.

How well did you get to know him?

I've already answered that.

What, enough to imitate him?

What? When did you tell me about
Margaret?

Margaret? You discussed Margaret Foulds
with Emerson when?

Wait a minute, just... What the hell has
Margaret Foulds got to do with this?

Look, OK, I'm a naughty boy, I should
have given you the tapes, but this is

research, pure and simple. Surely you
can see that?

Emily Hawkins is dead.

Was that part of your research?

That was your balls up, don't pin it on
me.

Daddy! No!

Some women go too far.

She deserved it.

I want to learn.

Research? I was drawing him out, getting
his trust. It's a recognised technique.

Nothing on those tapes would have saved
Emily Hawkins. What about Margaret

Fowles? What is this?

Fowles is dead.

He seemed surprised by Fould's death.

He was bluffing.

Everything on the tapes supports his
research claim.

So we can't make conspiracy.

His life's already kicking up a fuss.

The best we can do him for is
withholding evidence.

Even that's on dodgy ground.

There's nothing on the tapes we didn't
already know.

Emerton knew about Fould.

Laney was in contact with Emerton and
doesn't have an alibi for the time Fould

was killed.

Nor did he have a motive for killing
her, as far as I can see. Well, he knew

about her. He wrote about her.

I thought that was his job.

Keeping him here gets us nowhere.

Heavy surveillance might.

Hello, Ronnie coming?

Yeah, this is Ronnie. Yeah, you want to
try hanging a flag out the window?

I can see your bloody lens.

Sorry, sir. I'll move back a bit.

Boy, he needs a good shagging.

You got any suggestions?

Has he moved yet? Over.

He's still leaning on the wall outside
the building. Over.

He's been there for three hours.

What the hell's he playing at?

Let's go see.

What do you want?

Back in there, though everyone knew.

You've been waiting here all this time
to tell me that. I just wanted you to

know.

Come in, please.

Cregan here.

He's just made a call.

Where to?

D .I. Taylor's flat.

There's no reply.

Thanks, Ronnie.

I refuse to feel guilty about this. Did
I say anything? And I do not want an

issue made out of it.

You keep it to yourself, okay?

And no sucky bloody remarks about me
doing the same. Never cross my mind.

Don't lose him.

Are you nothing if not the system?

My best future.

Do I get to come in?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Right.

So this is the brush off then, is it?

What are you telling me, you don't want
me anymore, is that it?

See, I don't actually believe that.

I think you should go.

Okay.

It's Cregan, isn't it?

Cregan?

It's okay.

I've got a picture.

We're all like this.

What are you doing? You can't go in
there.

Lainey ran a story about Fowles, the
over -the -top great MP, et cetera, et

cetera. He built her up into some kind
of hero.

She wasn't the only one.

I'm locking up now.

Excuse me.

I'm locking up.

Finishing my coffee.

You've been nursing that for an hour.

Paid for it. Yeah, well, don't give you
the right to live here.

What did you say?

Sorry?

What did you just say?

Deborah Highsmith.

High -flying lawyer.

She was tipped to become a judge.

Found dead six months ago.

By all accounts, took an overdose.

Margaret Falls, we all know about. Both
women in positions of power.

Both with hidden secrets.

One suicide, one murder.

But you won't.

Let's start with an apology.

There's money in the till.

What's your name?

What?

Your name.

It's Jan.

Jan. Well, Jan, you've a bit of a sharp
tongue, haven't you?

Haven't you? Yeah.

Yeah. Whatever.

There's money in the till. Just take it,
please. Just take it.

I don't want the money. I want an
apology.

I don't understand what you want me to
do.

Apology!

I'm sorry.

What?

I'm sorry.

You see, I don't really think you are.

Laney wrote stories about their success,
followed by stories about their

secrets, and now they're both dead. He's
a reporter.

He built them up, he gave them coverage,
made them into celebrities, role

models, and then he destroyed them.

Highsmith committed suicide after Laney
ran the story. He was doing exactly the

same to Margaret Fould.

You're not really sorry.

None of you are ever really sorry.

You get a little bit of power and you
think that makes you something special.

There's a definite pattern here. Too
many connections to Laney. The collage

Emerson's wall. Every headline written
by Laney. Both victims women in power.

The conversations with Emerson.
Emerson's knowledge of Fould's death.

Emerson saw it.

He understood the nature of things.

The natural balance between the strong
and the weak.

Between men and women.

We let Laney go because we couldn't see
his motive for killing folks. Now we

have one. Women in power.

You looked at the other case.

Definitely suicide.

So why all of a sudden did he turn to
murder?

Sorry to interrupt.

What is it?

Laney's gone AWOL.

I don't ask for much. Just a little.

A little respect.

A little atonement. Do you know what
that means?

Assumption of conscience.

Dependence for what you've done. For
upsetting the balance.

Is that so much to ask?

Any number of rows leading off.

Could be anywhere.

There's something you should know.

Back at the shack, I could have killed
Emerson.

He was dragging Emily into the shack,
and I had my gun on his back.

A clear shot.

And I... I just couldn't pull the
trigger.

I hadn't killed a man before. It was
just... You say something for God's

Get out.

What? Get out.

You're kidding.

It happens, right? I mean,

it must have been the same for you. I
mean, the first time... Get out of the

car!

Still here?

That makes two of us.

You should get some sleep.

So should you.

Regan.

I'm leaving now.

Joe, Joe, I'd like to meet Detective
Inspector David Cregan.

He's my good buddy from work.

Buddies look out for each other, right?

To manage.

First, I need a slice.

How many people have you killed, Dave?

How many?

He doesn't want to talk about it.

Nobody wants to talk about it.

You know how many I've killed?

Zilch.

Big fat zero.

I've had my chances.

And no shortage of opportunities. I just
never got around to pulling that

trigger.

I guess that means I'll go to heaven,
eh?

What do you think, Dave? You not go to
heaven?

You want to go to heaven?

Get another job.

Be full of people like me, heaven.

Nice people.

No bulls. And gallopsters.

Nice.

Come on.

She's my daughter.

Yeah, but you can't come in here.

I want her back.

Look, I understand, and I'm sorry for
you, but you've got to come with us.

I won't leave without her. Come on.

I'm not leaving without her. Come on, I
want her back. No!

I did what I thought was right.

Look at it.

You wanted to be the hero.

No. Get your name in the paper.

Offer to save the day. No.

That's all it was to you, a bloody
career move.

I had to make a decision.

You had to wait for help.

That's what you had to do. That was all
you had to do. Wait.

How bad is that?

If I'd waited for you, I'd be ready to
help you. She'd still be alive.

We don't know that.

I said this is lying and not bloody
French. And you put it out, Cregan.

Oh, I'm paying.

She's a bit of a mess.

Jugular veins severed with a knife and
the killer's made a hand -fisted attempt

to cut off her hair.

But when he came to see you last night,
what did he want?

To know if we were still an item.

I gave him a brush off.

A few hours later, he killed again.

What do you think you'll do?

You have to find Laney.

No.

I won't let you do this.

What the hell else have we got?

Definitely you.

I'll save it for later.

Oh, I will favour it.

Where do we find Lane?

Something new has happened.

Or else you wouldn't be here.

He killed another woman.

A cafe owner.

And what was their history?

Ordinary.

Married woman, two kids, mortgage, small
business.

No skeletons in the cupboard?

None that we were aware of.

And where did he kill her?

In the cafe she had.

An interesting aberration.

What is Lainey's fixation?

Women in power.

Women in power.

His drive and his weakness.

He desires them and he despises that
desire.

How can a man reconcile his need for
domination with his need to remain a

By killing the thing he desires.

You're a fast learner.

He didn't deny the cafe owner.

He's chosen another victim.

But this victim is difficult.

Scares him.

But he needs to kill.

He must.

The cafe owner, a chance encounter,
satiate the need.

But simply marking time.

How does that help us find him?

You already know what to look for him.

A writer can't help but bare his soul.

The other victims were attacked first in
the newspaper.

He's coming after you.

You need some protection.

Bodyguards, maybe a safe house.

He's obsessed with women in power. I
don't think it's me who needs

Can't sleep?

How did you get in?

What a wonderful night together.

Find your spare key.

What do you want?

I'll have to see you again.

Don't move.

Looks like you got me.

Does it make you feel strong, Susan?

The gun in your hand.

Does it give you the edge?

Throw it to the living room.

Go ahead, Mark.

Yeah, we've got another message from
Laney.

You trace it?

Came from the Daily News.

Right, I'll meet you there.

Control, this is Cregan.

Control. Yeah, DI Taylor's flat. I want
two cars, front and back.

And don't let her know you're there.

You calling him?

Cregan. You don't need him, Susan.

Just you and me.

What are you doing?

Giving you another chance.

To make the right choice.

Stop it.

You and me.

We belong together.

Need each other.

I would do anything for you.

You just have to name it.

Get dressed.

Just think what we could be together.

I thought about trusting you. I really
did.

A little voice said no.

The voice was right.

Tomorrow's front page.

Welcome home.

Why here?

The scene of your great arrest.

And Cregan's big mistake.

I've managed to swing some extra
manpower. We've got over 100 officers at

disposal. The question is, where do they
start looking?

Could be anywhere.

The part that he sent a message, it left
his ego driven.

He had the need to let us know, to
involve us.

It isn't enough for him to kill. He has
a desire to feel clever, to feel he's

outsmarting us.

Which means we might have missed
something.

Emerson knows where she is.

Who's this?

Where did you get that?

Bedroom chest, bottom drawer, under old
tights.

Someone special.

Name? Jonathan.

An old boyfriend.

We're engaged.

Where is he now?

He died.

Shame.

And you've never found anyone like him
since.

You keep looking, hoping this will be
the one, but it's never the same.

All those partners, all those men, none
of them were ever Jonathan.

Why are you doing this?

What about me?

How did I compare?

You didn't.

What about Cregan?

Nobody compared.

You're lucky, you know that?

Right now, I don't feel so lucky.

You have someone special, even for just
a short time. Some people go through

their whole lives looking, hoping.

Nothing happens.

Like you.

I thought maybe you were special.

I didn't reckon on Cregan. I've told you
before, there's nothing... Don't lie to

me. I'm not lying. You're always lying!

Cheating anything together you want to
go, and it doesn't matter how many

get screwed!

That's not true.

You want me to turn this off?

What does it matter? You're going to
kill me anyway.

Blaine kidnapped Taylor.

I had a feeling he would, and do you
have a feeling where he might have taken

her? I have some ideas.

So tell us.

Events must take their natural course.

I can't interfere.

What have you got to lose?

My life's work.

I must prevail.

I think I've said enough.

That night we were together.

I haven't felt so close to anyone in a
long time.

I thought you should know.

I wondered how long it would take you.

What? Cheap psychology.

Gotta trust to keep him sweet.

It's the truth.

It's your job.

Right now you'd say or do anything to
survive.

No. Oh, I love you, David. You're so
great.

I know what happens.

I've seen it before, remember?

Emerson brought us here, and Emerson
will force you to kill me.

No luck with Emerson.

I can't find his weakness.

It'll be there.

You said guilt would weaken his self
-esteem. Well, I've seen no sign of

I mean, this guy honestly believes he's
going to go on forever.

But what would it take to maintain that
belief?

More killings. And if he can't do them
himself, he experiences them by proxy.

Taylor giving him the look of hell.
Exactly.

He believes he's continuing through
others and in strange ways, right?

Wait a minute.

What?

His weakness.

He needs people to believe in him.

Thanks. Tell me about Lainey.

Your relationship with him.

Our relationship?

Teacher, pupil, master student.

How he was so repressed. I set him free.

And now you live on through him.

The power lives on. We simply serve it.

He made you into a household name.

I simply wrote what he saw.

Got you your place in the history books.

Where's this leading us?

It's today's paper.

He's taken over, Emerson.

Donning your mantle.

He wouldn't.

He'd take the credit for all the other
murders.

You know that's not true.

Oh, I know.

But what will the public think?

What will the history books say?

What are you waiting for?

Why don't you kill me now?

Everything at the appropriate time.

You're waiting for Cregan to find me.

What if he doesn't?

He will.

When you kill me, what will be the
reason?

Reason? I don't need a reason.

I just have to be myself.

A natural self.

You're even beginning to sound like
Emerson.

I don't believe you want to be doing
this.

Not the real you.

What would you know about the real me?

I know the you I saw that night.

You thought you could manipulate him,
control him. He'd left you behind,

Emerson. Stolen your image. Destroyed
your reputation.

Enough!

This is as it should be.

He was the one manipulating you. No.

We had an agreement.

If ever I was killed or arrested, he
would continue my work.

It's his work now. No. He told you about
Foltz. He... This is...

This is wrong.

You're losing control, Emerson. Lainey
has the control. I have the control.

Me. Me.

So use it.

He told me about driving the woman to
suicide.

Said he would do the same to Falls. I
told him that wasn't enough.

Killing by proxy.

You can't hate words.

Where's Taylor?

Did you leave a message?

He said, I'm sending you a reward.

It's the same message I sent him before
I killed Emily Hawkins.

He's recreating her death.

The shack.

Regan!

Don't hesitate this time.

You think you know the real me?

Do you know this man?

Sometimes I have this daydream.

It can happen any time. I can be walking
down some street.

What do you see?

Women.

Strangers. I don't know them, but I
watch them.

Do they know they're being watched?

Sometimes. And how do they react?

Fear.

They catch me watching and I see fear in
their eyes.

How does that make you feel?

In control.

And then the daydream comes, and I seem
as though following someone, hunting

them down.

Do you kill them in your dream?

Not to begin with, but lately, I'm not
sure.

How would you feel if I told you these
are not dreams?

Of course they're dreams.

What are dreams but alternate realities?

A parallel dominion where you can be
king.

I haven't actually killed anyone.

How can you know?

What's imagined, what's real.

What are you saying, that I've killed
these women?

How would you feel if you had?

Complete.

The real me.

Do you think this is a dream, David?

What?

All of this, us.

It's just a dream to you.

Nobody knows for sure what's real,
what's imagined.

This is real, David.

His rope's real. That knife's real. You
and me.

Shut up.

Emerson was manipulating you.

And he still is. No.

My choice.

I let them inside.

I should go in.

He was recreating Emily's death. He
needs you to be there.

Maybe he won't kill her if it's me. I
have to go in.

You don't have to worry. I can do this.
Another time?

Laney's mine.

First time I killed a man.

And then he destroyed me.

And me or him.

I had no choice.

I remember every detail.

Movement of every muscle on his face as
he died.

I felt this... rush of life.

Most alive I've ever felt.

Enjoyed it?

No.

But I didn't feel guilty.

Not then.

No emotion.

But later, when I had to watch him die
over and over,

then there was emotion.

Too much.

You felt that?

I still do.

How do you keep it out?

Get rid of it?

You don't.

I'm still here.

There is hope, David.

I can help you find it.

You'd help me?

We can help each other.

You really are special.

What'd we do?

We covered it up.

What's wrong?

Shit!

David, no!

You don't want to do this. Stop!

He won't kill me.

He won't.

He doesn't want to kill me. Shut up!

Put the knife down, David.

I can't.

I've been waiting.

I have to. I have to. He's not Emerson
Cregan.

What? He isn't Emerson.

He doesn't want to kill me and he won't.

Put the knife down. Put the knife down,
David.

You don't have to do anything you don't
want to do.

Put the knife down and I'll help you.

Mark, put the gun away!

You stupid bastard!

What? He wasn't going to kill me!

He had a bloody knife at your throat!

You saw it, he had a knife!