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(organ music playing)

VICAR: The death he died,

he died to sin once for all.

But the life he lives, he lives to God.

So, you too must count yourselves dead to sin,

but alive to God...

in Christ Jesus.

Therefore, do not let sin reign in your mortal body,

so that you obey its evil desires.

Do not offer any part of yourself to sin

as an instrument of wickedness.

But rather offer yourselves to God...

as those who have been brought from death to life.

-Amen. -Amen.

-Amen. -Body of Christ.

Body of Christ. Body of Christ.

(background organ music playing)

Amen.

-WOMAN: Amen. -Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

The Body of Christ.

Amen.

Amen.

The Body of Christ.

(youths laughing loudly)

(sinister music) Body of Christ.

You need to leave right now.

What's your problem?

You can't stop me from being here.

(kicks) What are you doing?

Ryan, help me. Get out!

-Chill out! -Get out!

-Get off me! -Out!

Get off me!

If you come back here again, I'll make you wish you hadn't.

Isn't Jesus supposed to love everyone?

Yeah. Well, he draws the line at you, pal.

Oh, you think you're so special.

And you think you're holy!

You're no better than the rest of us.

I know what goes on here.

I know what you do.

(coins clinking, clattering) (dark music)

(church door bang shut)

(dramatic music)

(waves lapping, crashing)

(seagulls crying)

Are you two going to be much longer?

Well...

only a couple of hours or so.

Just wait. I've almost got her cornered.

Hey, Mum.

Wanna get yourself another tea?

Hello?

Hey! (high tempo music)

You little sod.

Hey, come here!

Hey, come back!

(grunts) (bangs on door)

(slot machines pinging)

(thump)

(clang)

(grunting, struggling)

You picked the wrong person there, mate.

Thank you.

And... that's for you.

You're under arrest, mate!

Come on. Right through here.

(people chattering)

(suspenseful music)

Right, through here.

Well, that was a schlepp.

Okay. Name?

Let's try and get through this as quick as we can, yeah?

Kimmo.

-HAVERS: Surname? -KIMMO: Thorne.

-HAVERS: Age? -KIMMO: Seventeen.

You're too young to be living like this.

Where are your parents?

Right. What about, uh, home address?

It's not a trick question. Where exactly are you living?

Right. Uh, empty out your pockets, please.

Let me see your phone.

(coins clinking)

(suspenseful music continues)

The guy's an addict. Transient. Homeless.

So?

So, if I let him out on bail, he's just gonna...

vanish.

You wanna lock him up?

For stealing a wallet with twenty quid in it? Come off it.

Have you tried contacting social services?

Yeah. Waiting for them to call me back.

Why'd you bring him here?

HAVERS: Yarmouth was full.

They're using the police cells

to help cope with the prison overflow.

-It's chaos. -Uh-hmm. Yeah.

Where is it not chaos?

(water rippling)

(seagulls crying)

(dog barking)

LYNLEY: You hungry?

(laughs)

Fish and chips on the seafront.

Classy guy.

Well...

I wanted to be different

to all the other viscounts.

Hmm.

Uh-mmm.

-You can't beat it. -(laughs)

-It's the king of fast food. -(laughs)

I do remember...

when we were at Oxford, and you were with Freddie,

you'd always come round to our place and cook.

Hmm.

I'd be crawling back from the pub with a greasy kebab.

(laughs)

And you'd be there with a casserole.

Yeah.

Playing at being grown-ups.

I think we wouldn't have been right for each other back then.

-Hmm? -No.

Had to go and do a bit of living first.

Anyway, you're much cuter than you were.

(laughs)

Well, you're the same.

Just as disarming.

Just as blunt.

Well... (phone vibrates)

Oh... sugar.

What's up? (suspenseful music)

Havers is calling me.

Sorry. It's not much of a date.

(paper crumples)

It's fine.

Go do a job.

Thanks.

-I'll call you. -Yeah.

(dramatic music)

Yeah. Sure.

(inaudible chatter)

(police officers chatting)

Good afternoon.

-Hey. -Yeah.

I only just got here.

Uh, who needs a lunch break?

Hiya. Round the back, by the bins.

Shop owner found him.

Heard a dog barking.

Probably thought it'd got hold of a rat or something.

Alright.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, my God.

Yeah, I know. It's bad.

No. I know him. (dark music)

I arrested him.

Yeah, look, he's still got the ink on his hands

from where I took his fingerprints.

Yeah.

Those are nasty wounds.

HAVERS: His name's Kimmo.

Kimmo Thorne.

(birds twittering)

It's a single stab wound. Very deep.

He bled to death, Inspector.

Well, there was no blood beside the body.

Suggests he was moved.

You see where his hands have been bound?

(dramatic music) He was manacled.

These are restraint marks.

Like an animal at a slaughterhouse.

Yeah. And also, there are signs of torture.

His palms and his feet.

Someone's been at him with a cigarette.

None of those were present when I arrested him.

You know, it's not my place to comment, of course.

But?

His last few hours were probably agony.

It would be nice...

if you could get this one.

(poignant music)

Social services took him into custody.

Says he ran away from the accommodation.

He didn't give any contacts?

Names of family?

Nope. Just name, prints, and DNA.

(mysterious music)

LYNLEY: 'Kimmo'?

Is that Scandinavian?

Accent was definitely English.

LYNLEY: Could be a drug-gang execution, you know?

Do you think?

Yeah, I've seen this sort of thing before.

If he didn't pay his debts.

(sighs)

You okay?

Just feel like I'm responsible.

Feel like I'm involved.

You know the way the system is. Don't beat yourself up.

We're not social workers.

No. But...

he obviously needed the money more than I did.

Maybe it could have saved him if I hadn't dragged him in.

It's your job to drag him in.

HAVERS: Doesn't matter.

At the end of the day, maybe he'd still be alive.

(knocking on door) I think I've found something.

Stop and search report.

Different name. Dennis Thorne.

Same date of birth, though.

Registered as living with his grandmother.

Unfortunately, she died last Christmas.

Brianna?

One of the guys at the hostel mentioned where to find you.

Ulrike Karlsson. I'm the vicar at St. Michael's.

Yeah, I know who you are. What do you want?

You sent one of your lads to church.

'My lads'?

ULRIKE: I know he's one of your salesmen.

I've seen him before.

I don't want him there, okay?

Keen to make enemies, aren't you?

Keen to shut your doors.

It's not very Christian.

Don't think if you slap my face,

I'm just gonna turn the other cheek.

Do you know your bible?

Jesus kicked the merchants out of the temple.

-You don't scare me. -If he comes to church again,

I'll call the police. Do you understand?

Since when do you need police?

I thought you people could do miracles.

The police will be needed to scrape him

off the pavement afterwards.

(sinister music)

(laughter)

NIES: No, no, but seriously, folks,

here's to Derek Horwood.

To a long and happy retirement.

I bet your wife can't wait.

(laughs)

We'll miss you. I hope you'll miss us.

But I tell you what, he's not gonna miss

the paperwork, is he?

Well done, mate.

Se... se... seriously, though...

Sir, the case update.

Um, yeah, well, look, I'm against the clock,

but let's, uh, run through it now.

Nothing from forensics?

Well, I think he was sleeping rough.

His whole body is a mess of different fibres.

Witnesses?

Time of death was between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m.

We've knocked on doors.

Been up and down the street.

No one was about when the body was dumped there.

Right. Security cameras in the alley?

Out of action. It's a total dead zone.

Right.

Well, you've, uh, you've ticked all the boxes.

Yeah.

I'm gonna hand the case on to someone else.

Someone junior.

Sir, I don't want to give up on it.

-Not, not yet. -Yeah, look...

I've got one of my top men retiring.

I need you to take on his case.

A high-risk missing person.

Yeah, of course, I will. But I still wanna keep...

-focusing on this. -Oh, hang on. Oh, no.

There is, uh...

one more thing I need from you.

Uh, we've had a request.

Huh?

From the University. (keys jangle)

-Sorry? -Professor Milne.

School of Psychology.

He's one of our behavioural advisers.

Top of his field.

Uh, he's looking for someone

to help out with a tutorial.

I'm not really sure I qualify, Sir.

Look, you just need to run through some case studies.

Horwood used to do it, but he's leaving, so...

The students need some professional input.

It's only an hour of your time, now you're off the Thorne case.

There you go.

Good man.

(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

Hi. Do you know where Professor Milne is?

He's just down the corridor.

-Third door on the right. -Thanks.

Professor Milne? Inspector Lynley.

MIT. Three Counties Major Crime.

-DCI Nies sent me. -Yes, of course.

Thank you for coming.

I'm sure this is the last thing you need.

Okay. We are all done here, Jamie.

-Thank you very much. -JAMIE: Thank you, Sir.

We're immensely grateful for your time.

I, uh, I teach on the Criminal Psychology course here.

Obviously, it can be quite... dry.

We find that real professionals can inspire the students.

Sure. Well, I, uh, I did a degree myself

and, uh... well, the quality of the teaching is everything.

What? In Criminology?

-Law, actually. -Oh.

Was that local?

No. Uh, University of Oxford.

Wow. Not your typical police inspector.

I was worried about this...

becoming a subject for analysis.

Sorry. Force of habit.

Look, let me buy you a cup of tea.

How long have you worked here?

Oh, eight years now.

But I'm about to move on.

-Really? Where? -Just across the street.

Senate House.

I've been elected Vice-Chancellor.

Wow. Well, that's impressive.

HAMISH: Thank you.

(dramatic music)

URLIKE: Emma?

Oh! Sorry. I was just...

No, you're alright. I was just gonna lock up.

Oh, I, I can do it.

I'm Duty Warden this week.

Okay.

Everything alright?

Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.

Yeah, no, I just, like I said, I was just...

How's everything at home?

Quiet.

You know, now Mum's gone.

She was such a strong woman.

A real force of nature.

Never afraid to speak her mind.

Church was her life.

Meant everything to her.

And what about Ryan?

How's he coping?

(sighs heavily)

It's hard to tell.

He goes out a lot.

Doesn't talk much.

-Gethyn? -Hiya.

We were just gonna go through some

Church Warden business.

Okay. Uh, sorry.

I'll... I'll... I'll leave you to it.

(mysterious music)

(chuckles)

(sighs) So?

(keys jangling)

(car rumbling) (people chattering)

(vacuum cleaner humming)

HORWOOD: Alright.

Last week on the job, is it?

Yeah.

Thirty-two years.

Was still in short trousers when I started here.

Have you got any plans?

Me and the missus are gonna do a cruise.

Mediterranean.

Nice. Well...

(office phone rings)

Missing you already.

(sinister music)

Torture.

Burns.

(dramatic music)

I've been trawling databases.

There's a case in Ormesby four months ago.

Jared Reid.

Victim of knife crime. Perpetrator never found.

Okay. So, why are you telling me this?

Because there's a link to Kimmo Thorne.

Look, Nies has waved us off the Thorne case, I told you.

Well, I'm not giving up that easily.

-LYNLEY: Havers! -No, look.

I've been looking at murder cases

that have distinct similarities.

Okay. This one.

It's one of DI Horwood's cases.

There are some things that are different.

There's no restraint marks.

But look... there's a connection.

Burns on the hands and on the feet.

(mysterious music)

Have you got an address?

Uh, last address he gave was some...

some church.

(keys jangle) Shall we?

(suspenseful music)

(people chattering)

Perfect, thank you.

Vegan pizza or veggie lasagne?

I'm afraid we're not here for lunch.

-Who's in charge here, please? -Oh.

Um, you'll wanna speak to the Reverend.

Uh, Ricky?

Just that lady in the apron.

Thanks.

What can I get you? Pizza or veggie lasagne?

Reverend?

-Ulrike Karlsson. -Hi.

Inspector Lynley. This is Sergeant Havers.

So, uh, you run a charity here from the church?

The vegetarian kitchen.

All food is donated by local supermarkets.

Woah. That's impressive.

We use the money to fund the hostel across the road.

And what's the hostel for?

It's a shelter for drug addicts.

There's a dozen rooms where we can accommodate them.

They come and eat their meals here as well.

They just need a roof over their heads.

And, uh, everyone mixes together?

The customers and the addicts?

Do you think we should keep them in little pens, Inspector?

No. Uh, so... sorry.

I'm sorry, what is this about?

Well, we need to ask about one of your visitors.

Oh, of course.

Who is it this time?

What have they done to upset you, Inspector?

You do know, addiction is an illness.

If you treat it like a crime...

Jared Reid.

Now he was killed about four months ago.

I'm sorry, yes.

Yes, I, um... I do know about that.

The police came and spoke to us at the time.

Hmm.

He was in with a very bad crowd.

The dealer hangs around the church sometimes.

And, uh, there's woman up in Bradwell, a supplier.

Ooh. Have you got a name for us?

Brianna Strachan her name is.

-She's a nasty piece of work. -HAVERS: Ah.

The dealer's been back here recently.

Our guests are easy targets.

Do you mind my asking, uh, how long was Jared here?

A month.

This isn't a permanent home.

It's... it's a half-way house.

Four weeks they can stay,

so long as they don't use.

Did, uh, Jared have any particular friends here?

Like, was he close to any of the members

of the congregation or...?

Well, everyone spends time with my curate.

One to one.

Counselling.

We'll need to speak to him.

He should be next door.

Hello?

MAN: Be there in a minute.

Sir... look.

Kimmo had the same card.

-Reverend Strong? -Hiya.

Um... I'm in a real rush. Um...

you couldn't possibly give me a hand here?

Uh, yeah.

It's the local primary school, uh, Jesus's story.

Oops.

Bless you. Thank you.

Whoa. That's a bit brutal.

Crucifixion is brutal.

Well, yeah, but made by school kids.

The cross stands while the world turns.

Detective Inspector Lynley.

-This is Sergeant Havers. -Sorry.

Gethyn. How can I help you?

Jared Reid?

Ah.

Yeah.

Poor soul.

Can you tell us what you remember about him?

GETHYN: He didn't open up all that much.

We had a couple of counselling sessions.

Ulrike... the project is basically her doing.

I try to sprinkle a little bit of religion on,

but most of the time they're just looking for a free meal.

When was Jared here?

July, August-time.

Uh, he came to all the discussion groups.

How does that work?

Basic indoctrination?

Ah. Oh, dear, I'm...

I'm guessing you've had a bad experience, Sergeant.

What was he like?

Jared was a troubled young man.

He'd been neglected most of his childhood.

Just, uh, trying to find his way out of hell.

Trying to... walk in the light.

Ulrike, she's the practical type.

She gives them a place to live

something to eat.

And you're there for what?

Spiritual nourishment?

"Man cannot live by bread alone."

Yup. I've heard the theory.

HAVERS: But you don't agree with it? -Look,

did anyone ever threaten Jared?

Were there people he was afraid of?

He only had one enemy. And that was his own addiction.

And how do you conquer that?

Prayer is our weapon.

(scoffs)

Anyway, sorry, I, I do really need to get on, so...

Sure. Yeah. I, um...

I don't suppose you ever happened to

come across another young man?

Kimmo Thorne?

(suspenseful music)

Yes, he was with us.

But he left a week ago.

Got... chucked out for flouting the rules... using.

Why?

What's happened?

(sombre music)

You gave the curate a hard time.

Sorry. Couldn't help it.

Why?

Well, when my brother died,

they all came sniffing round the house.

People think they can exploit you

when you're at your lowest ebb.

What were you doing just then?

Don't worry about it.

Kimmo Thorn and Jared Reid

were both residents at the same hostel,

run by the church.

Jared was there last August.

Kimmo was there last week.

The curate just confirmed it.

Okay. So, what's the connection?

-Tony? -Well, Kimmo's phone, I, um...

extracted some information from the SIM card.

He basically only used it for one number.

The exact same number was on Jared's phone.

His dealer, we reckon.

There's a dealer who's been

hanging round the church.

And a supplier up in Bradwell.

I've sent a team up there to run surveillance on the estate.

Can we trace the number?

It's out of service.

But there was no flag on it, and it...

should at least have been followed up.

(suspenseful music)

Okay, let's, let's...

assume they're both connected to the same drug gang.

Uh-hmm. And one of the gang hangs around at the hostel.

Could be two drug-gang executions,

using similar methods.

Okay. I'm sold.

You're both back on the case.

See what you can dig up.

Dismissed.

(door opens)

Well, that was relatively painless.

Nice work.

Right, we need to talk to Horwood.

He was the SIO on Jared's case, right?

Hmm.

There's nothing I can tell you that isn't on the file.

Bloke gets into a fight in a car park.

No apparent witnesses.

Right. Well, what about his involvement with a drug gang?

-We didn't find any links. -What about his phone?

Did you chase up any of the numbers?

Nothing came of it. We interviewed

all the relevant witnesses.

But come on, he was tortured as well as stabbed.

Burns on his hands and on his feet.

I've got nothing more to give you.

-LYNLEY: Mate... -Good luck with it.

Wow. That's an example of a thorough investigation.

TONY: Sir?

Tony.

Still extracting stuff from Kimmo's phone.

Found some selfies.

Thought you might wanna take a look.

(ominous music)

What's that in the background?

Is that a person?

TONY: I can't work it out either.

I can try running it past the tech guys.

Yeah, clean it up. See what you can get.

Yes, Sir.

There's something about the wound pattern.

It's bugging me.

(birds twittering)

Inspector, I didn't expect to see you back here so soon.

-This is Sergeant Havers. My DS. -Hello.

I was wondering if quid pro quo,

you might help us.

-Of course. -LYNLEY: Thanks.

Ahh.

Two deaths.

Four months apart.

They've both been killed with a blade.

Evidence that both victims were tortured.

And there's a similar pattern of burns

on both their bodies.

We think the cases are connected.

In the second victim, there's...

there's evidence he was restrained,

but with Jared, the first case, it... it's a different story.

There's also another connection with the two of them.

Is it to do with the church?

Yeah. How did you know? (suspenseful music)

Oh, it's the burns, Sergeant.

Look... there is a religious significance to them.

LYNLEY: I'd had the same thought.

You've just confirmed it.

What? What are talking about?

Well, these are the wounds of Christ.

Stigmata.

We think the victims might have been connected to a drug gang.

And this was maybe a method of execution.

HAMISH: I suppose it could be.

But you're not convinced?

No, it just seems unlikely.

I mean, look at the significance of the branding.

Perhaps his fantasy is that he is some kind of redeemer.

Sinners that need cleansing.

Transgressors that have fallen.

Perhaps...

it's not even just death.

Some kind of purification.

(dramatic music)

(keys jangling) (lock clicks)

RYAN: Emma, I'm home.

EMMA: Hiya. Dinner's ready.

How was college?

I saw you this afternoon.

(chair scrapes)

For what we're about to receive,

may the Lord make us truly grateful.

-Amen. -Amen.

Enjoy.

Yeah, I was, uh, on the bus.

Went through town.

I saw you sat on your own out by the park.

Do you not hang out with friends, then, or...?

(sinister music)

Ryan?

I prefer being on my own.

I wish you'd talk to me more.

I don't really have anything to say.

I miss her.

We both miss her.

I'm gonna take this up to my room.

Okay?

(door opens)

(door closes) (sighs)

(background chattering)

SEAN: Oh, cheers for helping me set up, man.

DAVEY: Your student night's always been good business.

SEAN: Yeah.

Alright. That's it. That's the last of it.

Alright.

-Cheers for that, mate. -Yeah. No problem.

Can I, uh, can I have my money, then?

What, you're not sticking around?

No. Not tonight.

-Well what are you up to? -Just... night-work, you know.

I don't know how you stomach it.

I'll see you soon, though, yeah? -Alright, cheers.

Safe.

(tense music)

-Something you need? -You're wasting your time.

Junkie gets in a fight.

We've all seen it a thousand times before.

Right. Yeah.

So, you just did the bare minimum

and then went back to sitting on your arse

and reading the racing tips in the paper?

Always had a smart mouth, haven't you, Sergeant?

A boy died a few days ago.

Stabbed to death on the seafront.

-I know. -Yeah?

Well, the killings might be connected.

So, if you had done your job,

maybe he'd still be alive right now.

Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?

A dealer was seen at the church.

The vicar said she told you about it.

Why didn't you track him down?

I'll be so glad to see the back of you.

What a shame. My heart's absolutely breaking right now.

HORWOOD: Whatever, Havers.

(sinister music)

(wind blowing)

Helen!

I was about to leave. I've been ringing.

Sorry.

My phone was on silent.

I completely forgot you were coming. Sorry.

Don't get involved with me.

I brought wine. (door closes)

Unless you're still on call.

No, I reckon I'm pretty safe to start drinking.

Can you open it, though? Because I have to eat something.

I'm famished.

I'm assuming if we do start dating,

there's gonna be a lot of this.

This?

Snatching moments at the end of the evening.

Sorry.

It's alright.

As long as I know what I'm getting into.

It's tough maintaining a relationship.

Believe me, I've tried.

It's alright. I'm past it.

(glasses clinking)

We haven't talked about monogamy.

Sorry? What?

Well... I'm just putting it out there.

I was going to sort of...

work up to it, but you keep having to dash off,

so I thought I'd just broach it.

I see other people.

-Okay. -And I'm assuming you do too.

So, do you want to... keep going like that,

or are you looking for something a bit more permanent?

Uh...

You really just come right out with it, don't you?

Well, I mean, we could dance around it

for a bit, if you like.

Like dating couples do. Or...

we could just skip that part.

I have quite a low threshold for bullshit.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

I don't see other people, Helen.

(tense music)

I don't really see anyone at all.

I haven't really dated in a while.

And, um...

to be honest,

I'm not sure I'm comfortable being on a slate.

Okay.

So?

LYNLEY: So, I guess...

I like the idea of a commitment.

(romantic music)

(laughs) Tommy...

the only thing that you're committed to is your work.

But if you wanna give this is a go...

I do too.

Right?

I think we should probably kiss or something.

-Yeah. Let's do it. -(laughs)

(grass rustling)

(police radio chatter)

-Morning. -LYNLEY: Morning.

Well, where are we heading?

You heard what the professor said yesterday.

-Mm-hmm. -A redeemer.

Maybe we're barking up the wrong tree.

Maybe there's not a drug- gang connection.

I wanna go to the church again. (keys jangle)

Pay the curate a visit.

Uh...

Don't worry about it.

(car engine starts)

(birds singing)

(door squeaks, closes)

I don't know what I can tell you

that I haven't already.

Well, we think the two murders may have some sort of...

religious dimension.

Oh. Right.

But that's... it's unthinkable.

And do you know of anyone in your congregation

who showed a special interest in Jared or Kimmo?

Anyone seen following them?

Reverend Karlsson did say you were the one

who was closest to them both.

Well, I know all my parishioners well.

We're like a very close family.

I think you're... barking up the wrong tree...

Inspector.

(ominous music)

Also, I'm afraid we need to know your movements.

What?

On the nights Jared and Kimmo were murdered.

Right.

You think I would do something like this?

I know it's difficult, but it's for elimination purposes.

Where were you last Thursday night?

I... I must have been here.

Is there anyone who can vouch for you?

I can.

And you're certain?

I made dinner. Thursday's one of the few nights

Geth doesn't work, so...

Yeah, Thursdays have always just been for me and Caroline.

And now, I'd like you to leave, Inspector.

I'm tired.

Well, we'll be in touch.

(ominous music crescendo)

(mysterious music)

Come on. What is it?

She's pregnant. And he's sleeping downstairs.

Did you see the bed made up?

Of course.

Kimmo was killed around 2 a.m. So...

So, how would she even know if her husband was in the house?

Yeah.

(up tempo music)

(car door closes) (engine roars)

(car rumbles down the road)

(sinister music)

Well, well, didn't think I'd be seeing your cheerful face again.

You told me you was retiring.

-Yeah. -So? What is it?

Apparently one of your boys has been seen

hanging round the church again.

And I warned you,

when Jared Reid was killed,

St. Michael's is off limits.

Look after yourself, Brianna.

I'll see you.

(background chatter)

What are you thinking?

The first murder, like you said,

he was killed where he was discovered, right?

Well, with Kimmo, he was moved.

So, he must have been restrained somewhere.

Maybe he's perfecting his method.

(knocking on door)

There's someone waiting.

From the church, he says.

Eager to see you, Sir.

I'm one of the altar servers...

at St. Michael's.

How can we help you, Ryan?

I... I heard the news.

Someone else has been killed.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm sorry.

Just wondered if you guys were, um,

were anywhere closer to finding the guy who did it?

I'm just... worried that we might all be in danger.

Oh. Well, Ryan, you're unlikely to be a target.

You see, both the victims were from the hostel.

Okay.

(dramatic music)

Is there something you came here to tell us?

Um...

I was in the church late at night.

One of my jobs is... is to clean up,

like mop the floors and stuff.

And... you saw something?

Uh-hmm.

And what was it?

I never felt comfortable around him.

He always made me feel uneasy,

like he was watching me.

Who are we talking about here, Ryan?

And then that... that bloke he was stripping off.

-Sorry? What? -Yeah, like, like, um,

-taking his clothes off. -What bloke?

Kimmo, the... the young lad that died. That was his name.

Was there someone else in the church with him?

(suspenseful music)

(church bell ringing)

(crow cawing)

(up tempo music)

(doorbell rings)

Is everything alright?

Can we come in?

We have a warrant to search your property.

Come in.

-And we need to check upstairs. -Yes, of course.

Let's bag it.

(high tempo music)

May God forgive you coming in here like this.

You might ask him to forgive you too.

Isn't lying forbidden?

(crows cawing)

(high tempo music intensifies)

And to be clear, you've waived your rights to a solicitor.

I've nothing to hide, Inspector.

Thursday night.

You told us you were at home.

My wife told you, she was with me.

And you sleep in separate rooms?

She's pregnant. I don't want to disturb her.

You could have left the house without her knowing.

I could have, but as it happens... I didn't.

We have a witness,

says he saw you with Kimmo.

He says that he was...

undressing...

in front of you.

It's a ceremony... a Christian rite.

Well, that's how baptisms were conducted by early Christians.

So, as part of your counselling with these young men,

you require them to strip down?

Ask them.

Ask any of them. Ask them if there was anything untoward.

They took off their shirts off in the church hall

and were sprayed with holy water.

It's a symbolic gesture.

A symbol of renewal.

(high tempo music)

(packet rustling)

Who do these belong to?

I smoke... two cigarettes a day.

How's it relevant?

Jared and Kimmo...

before they were killed,

both of them were burned with cigarettes.

In the pattern of stigmata.

(intense high tempo music)

(door opens)

(door closes) Did you hear what he said

about cleansing them with water?

It's exactly what the professor told us.

Yeah. Well...

we let forensics loose in the church hall

and on the vicarage.

Go and speak to them, would you? -Hmm.

Oh, is there somewhere we could have a quiet word?

Yeah.

Fire escape?

(doves cooing)

(steam hissing)

Hello?

URLIKE: In here.

Hiya.

What's going on? Where is everyone?

Hostel's empty.

Everyone's left. (sinister music)

Why? What's happened?

The police were just here.

They took Gethyn away with them.

Ooh.

(suspenseful music)

There's something missing.

-What do you mean? -From the first murder.

-What? Jared Reid? -TONY: Yeah. Have a look.

Been going crazy. I've been trawling through

all of the original paperwork since yesterday.

-HAVERS: Okay. -TONY: Dug them out,

the SIO's pocketbook had been removed.

It was logged in, but it's not here now.

You reported Gethyn to the police?

I had to. I saw them together. Him and that young bloke.

You don't know what you saw.

You've made this all up in your head!

They were in the church. He was taking his clothes off,

and Gethyn was watching him.

You're sick... Ryan. You know that?

I had to tell them!

(scoffs)

This is just to get back at me, isn't it?

(gasps)

-Horwood? -HAVERS: Mm-hmm.

And he logged on to the HOLMES system,

trawling through all his old files.

I reckon there's something in the Jared Reid case

he doesn't want us to find.

And you're sure there's a missing pocketbook?

All his original handwritten notes, they're gone.

(knocking on door)

You got another visitor, Inspector.

This one seems rather agitated.

(background office chatter)

Hi.

Inspector.

Yeah.

He's not responsible.

Sorry? I... I don't understand.

Gethyn.

Reverend Strong. He... he didn't do this.

He did not hurt those young men.

Honestly, if you see the work he did...

I'm not looking for a character reference. I'm sorry.

He was with me.

The night Kimmo was killed.

His wife... doesn't know.

Maybe she suspects.

He was with me at my house.

Okay.

(dramatic music)

We're having an affair.

Me and Geth.

Right.

(door closes)

He has an alibi?

Not a very good one for an Anglican curate.

Well?

He was in bed with one of his parishioners.

Ho-ho, naughty boy.

Which commandment is that?

She vouched for him.

And you believe her?

Phone records check out.

And we have Emma Kilfoyle's doorbell camera.

Catches him entering her premises.

He was definitely at her home

the night Kimmo Thorne was killed.

It seems the ceremony was exactly what he says it was.

A baptism.

We've had to release him.

Okay. So...

anything else?

What? What is it?

There's another possible aspect to this investigation.

Meaning?

DI Horwood was the original SIO

-on the Jared Reid case. -Uh-huh.

So? So what?

So...

his pocketbook is missing.

It's no longer in the box with the other case documents.

I'm sorry?

What exactly are you suggesting?

Missing evidence.

I think you need to speak to Professional Standards.

Are you serious, Inspector?

Look, two young drug addicts are dead.

There's a chance their deaths are linked

to a drug cartel, you said so yourself!

Yeah, I know what I said. What of it?

We know the beaches of Norfolk

are a magnet for drug traffickers.

They practically own this county.

Where are you going with this?

Jared Reid's killer

has never been found.

But Horwood barely even scratched the surface.

He didn't follow up leads.

Now his pocketbook is missing.

Who knows what was in it?

I'm asking if there's a possible connection

between Horwood... and the gang.

(suspenseful music)

(laughs)

You're accusing him of corruption.

Look, Sir, I wouldn't say it...

You're really gonna come in here

and bad-mouth a well-respected officer

without even a shred of evidence?

I'm simply passing on the information to my superior.

Information? You have given me nothing, Inspector.

If vital paperwork has been removed,

you can't just sweep it under the carpet!

Just because he's an ex- colleague and a... golfing buddy.

You better shut your mouth right now!

(high tempo music)

(sighs)

It's all happening again, isn't it? Hmm?

Exactly like it was between us in London.

You walk in like you own the place

and start trying to question my authority.

Are you gonna go to my superiors again, are you?

Hmm? Deliberately to try and undermine me?

(high tempo music intensifies)

Tell me you didn't know about Horwood.

Oh, I hope you're not accusing me, Inspector.

That would be very unwise.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(rap playing on car radio)

-You alright? -Hmm.

You got a gig at the uni tonight?

Mm-hmm.

Here you are.

Something to help them party away another night.

Police are on the prowl.

You need to keep an eye out.

Alright.

Where's your friend?

-Friend? -BRIANNA: The cute one

who's always fetching and carrying for you.

Ain't he working tonight?

Yeah. He's working.

He'll be down by the seafront.

Alright.

(ominous music)

You, er, fancy taking a walk?

-Yeah, why not? -Right.

I know somewhere we can go.

(train clacking overhead)

(people chattering)

-MAN: There you go. -There you are, mate.

Keep the change.

There you are, lads.

Ooh, Little Lord Fauntleroy is down from his pedestal.

-(laughs) -I need to talk to you.

-Jared Reid. -Oh, mate, look,

I've clocked off. And for good this time.

Hmm.

Try not to miss me too much.

(laughter)

(door closes)

Jesus Christ! Do you ever give up?

I told you I've got nothing more to say to you.

Jared Reid.

The pocketbook is missing.

Did you take it?

Watch it, Brideshead. You don't want to

go around accusing people.

Who killed him?

Who killed Jared?

There's something you know that you're not telling.

You really want to play this game, do you?

Hey? Go down that path?

(hand dryer blasts)

You didn't do a proper job.

Maybe you even turned a blind eye.

-You what? -If you'd found his killer then,

then maybe Kimmo's death could've been avoided.

Alright, come on. Come on. Come on.

What are you doing? I don't have a wire.

Do you know what your problem is?

You think the only way to get anything done

-is by swallowing the rule book. -Sorry, what?

Do you have any idea how many gangs

operate up and down the east coast?

You make friends with one, and hey, presto,

you get good intelligence on all the others.

Okay.

So, that's how it works, is it?

Yeah.

I've got a connection.

Five years they've been my informant.

Do you know how many busts I've made thanks to them?

The number of their rivals I've taken down, eh?

And in return you just look the other way

-when their boat comes in. -Exactly.

Yeah. You've got it now.

So, when Jared Reid is tortured and killed,

one of their regular customers,

you just turned a blind eye.

Jared is some collateral that we don't really care about?

Jesus. You and your Sergeant,

you're both as bad as each other.

You're bloody self-righteous.

-Look here, mate. -No, you look!

(tense music)

I don't know who killed him.

And I expect we'll never find out.

And yeah, I brushed it under the carpet.

But in return I kept my informant.

Because those are the kind of decisions

we have to make in the real world, mate.

In order to catch the bad guys, we have to sacrifice some.

And I sleep just fine at night.

(thump) Urgh.

(punch) Urgh.

(gasps)

Right.

I'm away on me holidays next week.

I'll send you a postcard, Lynley.

(high tempo music)

(doorbell rings)

Tommy. Oh, my God.

What the hell happened?

Sorry, uh, your place was closest.

Come on, in.

Thanks.

(door closes)

So, you're going to tell me what happened?

Or are you going to leave me to guess?

Oh, it's a case at work.

It's just gotten out of hand.

I can't really talk about it. Sorry.

So, you can't tell me anything?

Oh, there's a church. St. Michael's.

We think a drug cartel is targeting the place.

(dramatic music)

Are you saying that you're in danger?

Here.

Sorry.

(sighs)

Ignore me. I...(sighs)

I shouldn't have said anything.

Come here.

I love this job.

I mean, I gave up everything for it. But...

sometimes you really have to wade through hell to do it.

(sinister music)

(people chattering)

What the hell happened to you?

What have you been doing?

I blame you.

What? What for?

Went with my gut.

Isn't that what you're always telling me to do?

(knocking on door)

A word, Inspector.

(door closes)

Why do I feel as if this was somehow inevitable?

The way you look down your nose at the rest of us.

You don't think any of us are worthy

of your immense talent.

If I see what I perceive to be...

Oh, just listen to yourself, would you?

(laughs) You know, it must be nice always thinking

that you're the smartest one in the room.

I told you to steer clear of this.

I told you not to get involved.

And then you, you walk into the pub last night

and throw your fists at a fellow officer.

Hang on. No, that... that's not what happened.

You are lucky you're not suspended right now.

You're lucky you still have a job.

He's the one who assaulted me.

Enough. Okay?

-I spoke to Horwood. -Why, why would you...

He's not the villain you'd like to believe.

He told me everything. He's had a CHIS up his sleeve

for the past five years.

He went to see that informant,

just to tell them that their secret was safe.

No. If Jared's death was a drug-gang execution,

then the informant could have been involved.

Horwood didn't investigate properly.

Thank you, Inspector.

I'm aware. And for your information,

the pocketbook with the informant's name in it

is now in my possession.

I'd be obliged if you'd let me do my job.

I contacted Professional Standards late last night.

But that was my decision to do it. You got that?

As far as Horwood is aware,

there's no evidence linking his informant to Jared's death.

All he did was to expunge their name to keep it safe.

But... if it transpires that he was wrong,

then Professional Standards will get to the bottom of it.

And he will face disciplinary charges. Now...

are we done?

(suspenseful music)

-You don't like me very much. -Oh, wow, genius.

How long did it take you to work that one out?

I don't like the way you preen.

Like this whole damned job is just one vanity exercise.

-I take my job s... -However...

no one will face disciplinary action

for what went on last night.

That's right, Inspector.

I'm letting you off the hook.

Because like it or not...

you get results.

(knocking on door)

Come.

Uh, Chief Inspector, I'm sorry, I...

(high tempo music)

Well, spit it out. What?

(police officers chattering)

Found by a dog-walker.

Give us a minute, please?

Of course, Sir.

(train clacking)

(sinister music)

It's the same.

This one is not a transient.

You have a name for me?

LYNLEY: David Benton.

He had ID on him.

No criminal record. We checked.

Well, the method is the same as Kimmo.

Killed with a knife.

Mark on the skull indicates he was hit, probably subdued

and then dragged to the place he was murdered.

We'll do a toxicology report,

but there are no obvious signs of drug abuse.

This one wasn't an addict.

Anything else?

Yep.

Same pattern of burns.

One on each hand, one on each foot.

But that is where the similarities end.

Meaning?

These burns are post-mortem.

Records say that he was unemployed.

Danced through a variety of part time jobs.

-Address? -Flat in town. Lived alone.

And? You know what I'm asking.

No connection to the church.

Okay. So why choose him?

And if he's not a drug addict,

that's our first theory out the window.

Maybe Milne was right after all.

Purifying sinners.

Okay.

So, how was David Benton a sinner?

So, you're a DJ by profession?

David Benton had your card in his jacket.

He was one of my mates.

He, um...

he used to act as a roadie for me.

Called himself Davey.

(sighs) I can't believe it.

When was the last time you saw him?

Two nights ago.

We, uh, we have a regular gig and we...

we had a regular gig at the university together.

I paid him in cash.

This might seem like an odd question, but...

did Davey have anything to do with the church?

You're kidding, right?

So, he wasn't religious?

He drank like a fish and smoked like a chimney.

No.

Drugs?

No.

Um...

but...

(suspenseful music)

But what?

You know, he'd...

he'd make a quick buck now and then.

Forgive me.

I don't follow.

He'd sometimes go with fellas.

Okay. So...

our killer goes scouting for sinners at the church,

-the addicts. -Yeah.

Right? But when that well runs dry, he...

Picked up a male prostitute.

But somehow, he's forced to kill this one first

before he burns him.

Okay. Why?

Maybe Davey was stronger than the others.

His body wasn't ravaged by addiction.

Still doesn't feel like it's part of the same pattern.

We need to speak to Professor Milne again.

(suspenseful music)

(door clangs)

(whispering prayers)

Have you spoken to Caroline?

Uh, she left.

Gone to her parents.

And what about God?

What did he say?

I explained I wasn't guilty of

breaking the sixth commandment.

Just the seventh.

What a relief!

How long has it been going on, your little affair.

That's actually not your business.

URLIKE: You've been sleeping with one of my parishioners.

-Okay. Look... -A young woman

who's just lost her mother.

She's in a pretty vulnerable state.

Not to mention the fact that your wife is pregnant.

I mean... if we were to sit here

and list the sins you've committed,

I'd say you'd hit the jackpot.

So, forgive me if I'm eager to discuss it.

(dramatic music)

What do you want me to do?

I want you to stand up in front of the congregation,

right where you are now.

And ask for their forgiveness.

And you think that somehow...

magically they'll grant it?

I think...

that most of them will probably spit in your eye,

given half a chance.

But I'll be standing next to you when you do it,

so you won't be alone.

Come on.

Let's pray.

(soft music)

LYNLEY: Thanks for coming in today, Professor.

HAMISH: I'm happy to help.

Okay. Let's go back to basics, shall we?

Jared.

Found in a pub car park outside Ormesby. August 7th.

There's no evidence he was incarcerated or restrained,

-or anything like that. -HAVERS Mm-hmm.

Looks like he was jumped,

possibly knocked unconscious.

Burned, then stabbed.

And blood spray all over the tarmac

-where he was found. -Okay.

Next is Kimmo.

He leaves the hostel last Monday.

Gets hauled into this police station a day later.

Discharged. Then he's killed.

Body dumped in an alley.

Lastly, we've got Davey.

Yeah. Now, here's where it gets complicated.

He's not an addict.

Maybe he goes out looking for a hook-up.

Finds the wrong guy. Ends up dead.

But here's the thing, Professor.

It doesn't feel to us like Davey

has a connection to the drug gang.

So, what if we went with the profile you painted for us?

Let's assume our killer's some kind of religious fanatic.

The act of murder is itself an act of purification.

Mm-hmm.

He's hunting for sinners.

Big question.

Where did Kimmo's murder and torture take place?

Where'd they lock him up?

We've still got no clue.

Also, Davey, last one, he's different.

Because all the mutilation is done postmortem.

Unlike the other two.

HAMISH: But the wounds,

there are enough similarities to suggest

that it was the same person.

HAVERS: Be a bit of a coincidence, though, seeing as

none of these details are public knowledge.

(knocking on door) TONY: Sir, a minute?

Facial Recognition came back with a resounding zero matches,

but I cleaned it up with a few filters

and our shadowy figure in the background.

It's a statue.

(mysterious music)

LYNLEY: We were wondering if you could help.

This was taken soon after Kimmo left your care.

Maybe you recognise this?

Yes.

I think I know exactly where this is.

(birds twittering)

Weird.

It's been oiled recently.

(keys clanking)

(lock clicks open) (grunts)

(door squeaks)

(chilling music)

HAVERS: Sir?

I think this is it.

That's the statue.

(dramatic organ music)

You didn't know anyone was living here?

No.

No, of course not.

Well, this is where he kept Kimmo.

Chained up like an animal.

You think he offered him a home?

A place to stay the night and then...

Poses as a good Samaritan.

Really, he's the devil in disguise.

Once Kimmo had crossed that threshold,

he was under his control.

He didn't need to subdue him.

He's fed him drugs.

So, he could torture him when he wanted.

This might explain the drug dealer's attending church.

(dramatic music)

TONY: I don't know how surveillance ops do this all day.

What's the matter? Are you bored already?

I'll remember to bring you doughnuts next time.

(crow cawing)

Kimmo Thorne was kept drugged in that basement.

Someone sold the drugs to his killer.

Brianna Strachan operating in this area is our best bet.

Hang on, that bloke, isn't that the one we interviewed?

The DJ, Sean.

Oh... hello.

Let's get him.

(talking quietly)

(tense music)

Move on, man.

Hey!

Hey!

Oi!

(high tempo music)

(panting)

Cut him off round the back!

(gate clatters)

(gate clatters)

(suspenseful music)

(phone buzzing)

Yeah. Where is he?

I'm in the alley behind the railway.

No idea, I can't see him.

If you're at the far end, he must be heading your way.

Urgh! (kick)

(thump) Argh.

(sinister music)

(groans)

Twice in two days!

It's getting to be a bit of a habit with you.

-Oh. -Ah.

(sighs)

We've lost him.

Well, congratulations, Inspector.

The man you were trying to apprehend has fled.

Talk about bungling an arrest.

I'm sorry, Sir.

Wow. There's a phrase that doesn't often

pass from your lips.

Alright. Where are we with the investigation?

Kimmo Thorne was kept in the church basement.

Tortured. And then killed.

His DNA will be all over the site.

NIES: What about the murderer's?

Handcuffs are being examined.

The forensics team are still turning

the boiler room inside out.

And?

Well, we'll see what they can find.

(intense music)

(chain clanking quietly)

And? Anything?

MAN: No, sorry, Sir.

LYNLEY: Alright.

Well?

Nothing.

Who else knows about the boiler room?

Who else has access?

Me and Geth, obviously.

But...

no one ever goes down there.

The church warden has keys.

Who's the warden?

Emma Kilfoyle.

HAVERS: Well, anyone else in the congregation?

Come on. Someone must've let him in the building.

(mysterious music)

What?

What is it?

He was shouting.

He was screaming.

Who?

The drug dealer. When he came to the church.

If you come here again, I'll make you wish you hadn't.

Oh, you think you're so special.

You think you're holy.

You're no better than the rest of us.

I know what goes on here.

URLIKE: I thought he was talking to me.

I thought he was making some point

about religion and...

but I think... maybe...

I know what you do!

URLIKE: I think maybe he was talking to someone else.

(suspenseful music)

(car beeps)

(traffic rumbles)

(sinister music)

(keys clinking)

(phone camera clicks)

(phone pings)

-What? -It's a text from Helen.

It's a picture of the van they keep at the church hall.

Looks like it's parked right outside her house.

Someone out there?

Hello?

Hello?

(floor creaks) (eerie music crescendo)

Everything okay?

Helen: Hi, this is Helen Clyde.

Sorry not available. Please leave a message.

I should probably head over there.

(foreboding music)

Helen?

Helen?

Helen?

HAVERS: Helen?

LYNLEY: Anything?

Is she there?

(sobbing)

(dark music)

(fearful groaning)

(door bangs open)

(door slams shut)

(sinister music)

I've been watching Lynley for a while now.

(eerie music)

I know it's only a matter of time before he finds me out.

And I know I've done bad things.

Terrible things.

And I tried to stop myself.

Believe me...

I tried.

(whipping)

I'm so sorry. (whipping)

And I know I deserve all the punishment

that I'll receive.

But if he's going to take my freedom from me...

then I'm going to take something precious from him.

(dark music crescendo)

I don't understand, Inspector, what is this about?

It's my partner, Helen. She's missing.

We tracked her phone, signal's gone. It's like she's vanished.

Well, what's that got to do with us?

Here. It's a picture of the van

you keep at the church hall.

It's the last thing she sent me.

Who would be driving it right now?

ULRIKE: Ryan.

(sinister music)

I met him at the church.

He was... devious.

Manipulative.

We gave him free food

and a place to stay, but...

he never listened to anything

that we were trying to teach him.

Then I caught him stealing from the sacristy.

Our church silver.

He tried to make an excuse, but...

he couldn't hide his true nature.

So, after he left the hostel,

I followed him.

(panicked breathing)

There's no way. Not Ryan, he's a decent kid.

What on earth would his reasons be?

Well, maybe he's twisted all those teachings

-that you gave him? -Where would he have taken her?

I've... I've no idea.

I just called the house.

Emma says he's not there.

I'll put out a description for both of them

-and the van. -Then let's pray he turns up.

I think there's more useful things we can do right now.

After Jared, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done.

Tried to pretend that it hadn't happened.

But then Kimmo turned up.

I couldn't help myself.

(cries out)

I took my time with that one.

I watched him doing this.

I gave him a stash that he could shoot up.

When he was high, I could do anything I liked.

It's an old-fashioned word.

Evil.

But both of them, I... I could sense it in them.

She always taught me to fear it.

My mother, I mean.

She was guiding me.

(metal clinking) (Helen cries)

-Come on, Helen. -(screams)

-Urgh! (whack) -Argh!

(high tempo music)

(banging)

(alarm blaring)

The keys! Where are the keys?

(groans with exertion)

(phone pings)

(suspenseful music)

Security alarm's going off

at the warehouse where we keep the food.

We rent a small room in the back stores.

Text me the address.

Call for back-up.

(sinister music)

RYAN: I can hear you!

You can't hide anywhere, Helen!

I'm gonna find you!

You can't get out!

-(stifles a cry) -Helen!

(tyres squealing)

There's nowhere for you to go!

(car engine roars)

(cries out)

Helen?

(car doors slam)

Helen?

Ryan?

Not a sound.

Helen?

(suspenseful music)

Helen?

(whimpers)

-(tries to shout) -Shh.

Helen?

(metallic thump)

(groaning)

Ryan? Ryan?

-What are you doing? -They were sick.

Those two men, they were unclean.

Okay. Okay. It's over now.

Stay back. I will do it!

Ryan, wait!

(cries out)

(thump) Urgh!

(men struggling)

(sirens wailing)

(punching)

HAVERS: Lynley, enough!

It's okay. It's okay. It's over.

It's over.

(sirens wailing)

(tyres squealing)

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Makes no sense.

A kid that young.

Brainwashed.

Brainwashed into thinking it was his sacred duty

to torture and kill them.

Where's Helen?

Hospital.

A & E.

You should go and be with her.

Two.

What?

He said two.

When we were talking.

Two victims.

HELEN: Thank you.

-Hey. -Hi.

How are you?

I'll be okay, they say.

That's the best news.

Hmm.

Tommy...

I thought I could do this, but I can't.

I'm not sure...

(poignant music)

...we can be together.

Well, I understand you...

you've been through something terrible.

No.

It's not just me. It's you.

It's the way that you live and...

the risks that you take.

I...

I'm not sure if I can fall in love with someone

who does what you do.

And I'm sorry. (laughs)

Because I know that you gave up everything for this life, but...

I'm not sure that I can share it with you.

(people chattering)

OFFICER: Can I have your name first, please?

Brianna... Strachan.

OFFICER: Brianna... (door closes)

-OFFICER: What's your age? -BRIANNA: Twenty-six.

-Well? -Picked him up.

Hmm.

And then he squealed on the rest of them.

Sean Lavery.

Looks like Horwood's little

arrangement's over, then.

(suspenseful music)

Drug residue found all over Sean Lavery's van.

-What's that? -Thought you'd wanna see it.

Found in the front of the van.

Phone number.

Sean says it's Davey's handwriting.

Go on.

077-009-00496.

(phone ringing)

(birds singing)

Professor Milne.

Inspector. Sergeant.

You were right.

Everything you said.

A mind corrupted by religious fantasies.

A young boy who fancied himself on Old Testament warrior.

-There's just one thing. -Sure.

Well, we haven't completed the puzzle.

Ryan's only admitted to two of the killings.

You remember there was one that didn't quite fit the pattern?

It's the final victim, Davey Benton.

The burns, they were post-mortem. And...

there's evidence he'd been knocked unconscious.

That didn't happen with the others.

Davey only had some of the characteristics

of the other murders.

(suspenseful music)

You knew him.

-What? -Davey Benton.

You met him.

Why didn't you tell us?

I... erm, I...

Can we skip the bullshit, please?

It's been a very tough couple of days.

There's a mobile phone number here.

It's Davey's handwriting.

Found in his boss's van.

(phone buzzing)

Huh.

HAVERS: When were you in contact with him?

We know for a fact that he used to work here

on the campus occasionally.

Did you pay Davey Benton for sex?

Were you a regular client of his?

We know that's how he made his money.

And what, he... he demanded more?

Knowing you had a reputation to protect?

But you had confidential details about unsolved murders.

He found out about my promotion.

He threatened to tell my wife and my family.

I had to... I, I, I had to keep...

keep giving him more money.

And knowing every detail...

you decided to take advantage of the situation.

You killed Davey.

And we... we gave you your MO, didn't we, Professor?

I told you every detail.

HAVERS: You're under arrest for the murder of David Benton.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention, when questioned,

something which you later rely upon in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

(background chatter)

(office phone ringing)

You seeing Helen tonight?

She, uh...

she doesn't want to see me for a while.

Oh.

Well, if there's anything I can do...

Any relationship advice,

you know, obviously I'm the expert.

Thanks.

Oh, look, we're all dealing with stuff.

I miss my brother every day.

Yeah, I miss mine, too.

It was my brother, the candle.

You remember the, uh, the candle in the church?

Yeah, my brother died as well.

I'm not very good at talking about it.

But, yeah.

We've been through the same things.

You and I.

Right, one drink.

(poignant music) I'm paying.

We don't even have to talk.

I'm not taking no for an answer.

You're a pain in the arse...

you know that?

As a matter of fact, I do, yeah.

(keys jangle) I'm driving, am I?

(dramatic music)