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The term sibling rivalry
was only invented in 1941,

but it's been part of our psyche
since... well, since Cain and Abel.

Evolutionary psychologists believe
sibling rivalry

is about a competition for resources
- the right to exist, if you like.

Where Adler, he felt sibling rivalry
was more about birth precedence -

the older child feeling usurped by
the younger.

But there's one crucial element
ignored by both these approaches.

Andy?

Matt?

No?

Sam?

Anyone?

A parental response.

And who's that?
"Consciously or unconsciously,

the parent responds differently
to each child's demands.

Consciously or unconsciously, each
child knows the difference."

Jonathan?

Hello, Tony, how are you?

Ladies and gentlemen, we are
honoured. We have with us today...

we have with us
Professor Jonathan Goode.

And he wrote the book,
THE book on sibling rivalry.

In fact, he should be taking
this lecture.

No, thank you, jet lag. You're
doing a great job, you carry on.

Right. Where were we?

Oh, yes! Professor Goode
postulates that

parental response
is the crucial element.

And that a child is not just seeking
food and warmth, but approval,

a sense of worth,
and a sense of self.

I'm on unofficial leave.
Well, actually, I'm house hunting.

I've been offered a chair
in clinical psychology

at a certain Northern University.

You're coming home?
Louder!

They didn't hear you in Harvard.

Sorry. It's just great to see you
getting the recognition, Jonathan.

You're doing OK yourself.
Quite an authority in your field.

I'm writing a new paper,
on personality shifts.

I'd love you to read it.
Where are you staying?

I haven't sorted that bit out yet.
My brain's still mid Atlantic.

Stay at mine. I can offer you a bed.

Not my bed, obviously...

I'll take you up on that,
thank you very much.

Alex, hold on.

(You're busy don't worry about it.)

I should be home by two.

I'll put the kettle on.

Yes, Alex?

Victim's name was Julie Hopton.

73 years old, lived here alone.
Social Services found her.

Neighbours say
she was a bit of a recluse.

No family, no close friends.

But he talked his way in.

So he was plausible.

It's possible he posed as a policeman
or a security guard, to reassure her.

She was aware of the danger,
but she opened the door anyway.

Her handbag was emptied.

That's just staging.
He didn't come here to rob her.

The bag wasn't just to suffocate her,

it was used to depersonalised her
as well.

She became someone else.

She reminded him of someone else.

Someone else being?
His mother, perhaps?

It's her underwear. So paraphilia,
or an urge to humiliate.

We're checking the body for signs
of sexual assault.

Doubt it, Kevin.
This guy wasn't a teenager,

or she wouldn't have let him in.

So my guess is mid-30s.
Meticulous, organised.

He brought the bag himself,
she does not shop at Supacheap.

And I doubt you'll find any prints.

No. Looks like he wore gloves.

Chances are he wasn't always this
careful. He might have done time,

previous conviction for assault
when he was a teenager. Can you?

He knew this place wasn't overlooked,
so he's almost certainly local.

So this personality likes the
uniform, the trappings of authority.

But he can't function in a team,
he works alone.

OK. Start knocking on doors.

Tony thanks for coming.
No, you're right, Alex.

This wasn't personal,
it wasn't an assassination.

This was psychosexual.
So he'll want to do it again?

He'll fantasise about it for a while

might even come back to relive it.
But...

But memories fade...

Yes, he'll do it again.

Go round again. I want an answer
from every house.

Kevin, get on to local security

check their personnel records.

Alex!
Hi, Jimmy.

Heard from the Promotion Panel yet?

I do hope you have time to prepare.

With this murder case, you need any
help from my lot, just let me know.

Haven't you got a brothel
to check out?

You're up for promotion, chief?
Let's just focus, shall we?

Bernard?

What are you doing?
Thought I heard something.

You want to keep that window closed,
Mum. All these pikeys around.

Alex!
Hi, Tony. Have you got ten minutes?

Not about the case...
I'll be right with you. Come on up.

Come on.

He's cooking. Don't worry, I've got
the fire department on standby.

Sorry, Jonathan Goode,
an old friend of Tony's.

Alex Fielding. DI Fielding?
I've heard all about you.

Come on, Alex. Glass of wine?

After you.

Jonathan! Jonathan! Let me in!

Jonathan, just open the door,
please!

Come on, just open it!
Open the fucking door, Jonathan!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!
On a count of three!

One, two...three!

So did you two work together?

Jonathan ran the Experimental
Psychology Dept
when I was a post-grad.

Here... don't laugh.

Do not laugh.

Who's the girl?

Oh, that is the bright
and beautiful Erika.

Jonathan and her eloped to Harvard.

They offered me a chance to extend
my research into pre-natal
development and identity.

So what are you working on now?

You know, stuff.

Tony, you want the keys back?

Thanks.
And for you...

Cute. You know, I have students
with brains smaller than this.

You're here on holiday?

I'm catching up with old friends.

Tony's helping you with a case?

There is old woman
who was murdered last night.

Tony reckons the killer will strike
again.

I'm glad he's found his niche.

He has an affinity for the aberrant
mind.

A disturbing one, sometimes.

He's a bit weird like that.
Embarrassing even,

until you get to know him.

he's the smartest weirdo
you'll meet. Yeah.

Ah, his old misunderstood genius
routine.

It never ceases to amaze me
how many attractive,
intelligent women fell for that.

More wine, Alex?

No thanks, I'm driving.

Nice to meet you, Jonathan.

Hey, Alex.

Everything OK? I know Jonathan can be
a little intimidating...

Everything's fine.
What did you want to talk about?

That can wait. There's a briefing at
nine tomorrow. If you make it?

Yeah...

I'll see you tomorrow.

That Alex is a good-looking woman.

She married?
She was.

Didn't work out.
Think it's made her wary.

She must bring you
some fascinating case studies.

These aren't just studies.
These are real people, in pain.

And they're taking it out
on strangers, like Julie Hopton

Hey, what happened
to the dispassionate scientist?

It's not enough to interpret the
world. The point is to change it.

What, Marx, 1867?

It was you, actually. 1993.

Pretty good.

I always remember you
with some leggy undergraduate
begging you for help with an essay.

Yeah.
And the women were even worse!

We've talked
to 43 out of 50 local households.

Two people saw a thickset man
wearing a hi-visibility jacket

in the street
around the time of the murder.

That, I'm afraid, is as good
as their description gets.

Right.

These three men fit Dr Hill's
criteria: local, early thirties,

criminal record, working as security
guards. These two have good alibis.

This guy doesn't. Bernard Kelly, 31,

did two years for burglary
and assault when he was 19.

Now works as a security guard
for Bradfield Plastics.

Lives with his mum,
a few streets away.

How does that fit the profile?
The man who did this isn't married.

He lives in low-income accommodation.

If it's with his mother, it'll be a
seriously dysfunctional relationship.

So do we lift this guy?
We need more evidence.

We have no forensics, no motive,
no witnesses.

We go fishing, he'll know it.

You could call a public meeting.
Appeal for witnesses.

Wouldn't inspire public confidence.

The point is,
the killer might turn up.

All those escaped punters, police
looking for help?

He'll be getting off on it,
on the feeling of power.

He'll want to know what's going on.

Might put himself forward
as a witness,

to eliminate himself from
investigation. Only he'll be lying.

And the more lies he tells...
The more evidence he'll give.

How long's your friend staying?

Jonathan? As long as he likes.
You don't like him, do you?

I like him fine.

You're a hopeless liar. We need
to work on your technique, Alex.

I got the impression he wants to be
the centre of attention.

Well, he deserves to be.
He's my inspiration.

So why's he turned up now after
all these years without a word?

Well, we're men. You know,
we don't do keeping in touch. Oh.

What did you want
to talk about last night?

I'm up for promotion.

DCI? Hmm.
Fantastic!

It means relocating out of
Bradfield.

Oh...

Yeah...

Ben's settled so well here.

Ben, he'll be fine,
as long as you're around.

You should go for it.

Maybe.

Do you want me to advise?
No, you're all right. Go home.

I've a feeling your friend
Jonathan needs you more than we do.

All right, Mum?

What's up?

Don't. Don't you lie to me.

I know what you've been up to.
You disgust me.

I'm sorry. I only borrowed them.

I want my things back.
Do you understand?

Watch the wall.

This won't take long. Bend down.

Are you watching it?

Yes, Mum.

Watch the wall, there's a good boy.

(Go to hell!)

Never stopped to chat,
never had anyone round.

Chief...
Sorry, excuse me.

He's here.

Wearing his uniform. He's either
incredibly sure of himself or...

How should I play it?
Treat him like any other punter.

Are you local?
Yes. Well, Merryhill.

Were you in the area?
No. I wasn't even down there.

Monday night. About 7pm.
Are you sure?

Pretty sure, yeah. I only came here
because of my mum.

She's worried about all those
crackheads and hoodies.

Bloody ASBOS are useless.

You live with your mum?

Aren't you there in the evenings to
look after her?

Anyway, thanks.

Were you in the area on Monday?

I came through, yes. I was on late
shift, up at Electronica?

We've got a sale on.

Look, if he sees me talking to
you... I have to live round here.

If who sees you?
Him. The guy in the uniform.

He was outside her house, Monday
night. Look, I really can't...

OK. Why don't you just relax. We'll
handle him.

Grab yourself a cup of tea.
We'll have a talk in a minute.

We have someone who can place Kelly
at the murder scene.

Then we should nick him.

Mr Kelly. I haven't time love,
I gotta go to work.

Mr Kelly -

Out of my way!

Take it easy, all right? Relax.

We just want to ask a few questions.

We know about the GBH 12 years ago.

Recently he was bound over
for threatening behaviour.

Beat officers think he torched
a neighbour's car as well
but no-one would testify.

What did your witness say exactly?

That he saw Kelly
outside the victim's house.

What was he doing there?

Coming home from work.
His name's Donovan.

He's a floor supervisor at
a superstore in Merryhill.

I spoke to the manager,
his story checks out.

Yeah?

Let me get this straight. You said
that you went to work Monday night.

But your office says
you didn't clock on till 10pm.

Yeah, Monday night.

So where were you
between 6:00 and 8:00?

This is bollocks. I don't remember.

You don't remember
where you were three nights ago?

When you were 19,
you were caught burgling a house.

You attacked the house owner, an old
woman. Put a pillow over her face.

I wanted her to shut up.

Julie Hopton was smothered.
Yeah, so what?

So where were you? Monday evening?

If you want to be eliminated from
our enquiries, give us some details.

How old is his mother?
Your mum, how old is she?

Mum? What's she got to do with it?

Does he like living with her?

And how old are you, 31?
You still live at home.

Sod this.
Sit down please, Mr Kelly.

You haven't nicked me.
I don't have to sit through this!

I could arrest you.

I just don't think your employers
would be too thrilled.

So where were you on Monday evening
between 6:00 and 8:00?

Chief. There's a Mrs Kelly at the
front desk. His mother.

She says her son was with her all
evening.

I cooked his tea,
then drove him to work.

What did you have for your tea?

The usual.
What's the usual?

Chicken and chips, or sausages,
whatever.

First rule of telling lies:
Keep it vague.

We eat together most evenings,
he's a good boy.

A good boy? How?

What do you mean by that?
I'm his mother. I know him.

But what about his record?

He has previous convictions.
For burglary and GBH.

He's done his time. I wouldn't have
told him to go to that meeting

if I'd known you lot were going
to pick on him. Typical coppers -

round up the usual suspects,
piss off down the pub.

And that is the second rule:
Go on the offensive.

He was seen near the scene of the
crime, at a time it was committed.

He's up and down that street
all the time.

Your witness probably got the
days muddled up.

Or you told him what to say.

Is there anyone else
that can vouch for him?

I don't need anyone else. You're the
one trying to prove something.

So are you going to charge him or
can I take him home?

A-hem!

Let's arrest him anyway. Maybe it'll
rattle him. Give us time to work.

He's already clammed up.
He knows how little we have on him.

What about an identity parade?
With the other two witnesses.

They'll just place him
in the street. It's no use to us.

Shit. We went off too early.

Why her? Why Julie Hopton? Why
would Kelly choose a victim like her?

And how did he know
she was a recluse?

Maybe their paths crossed.

Yeah. At the shops or post office.

Try it.
So do we nick him?

Do you think he'll try anything
if he knows we're onto him?

If Kelly's the killer,
it's unlikely. Might do a runner.

Won't get very far. Send him home.
Him and Mother Theresa.

Hello, Alex.
Thanks for agreeing to see me.

Come in.

Sorry its so late. Where do you
question people?

Down in the basement?

Yeah. The screams get
too distracting otherwise.

What I've got to say is erm...

Well, it's kind of personal.

But I suppose with us
being strangers it's easier.

So, Tony.

Tony and I go back a long way.

I'd say I know him better than
anybody.

He has tremendous focus, tremendous
tenacity.

But the corollary of that
is that he has a tendency to obsess.

To the point of monomania.

Are you saying that
we're working him too hard?

No, no... but erm...

It's not the casework
he's obsessed in, it's you.

He talks endlessly about your
qualities,

about the cases you've worked on
together...

He's infatuated. I've seen
this before, when he was younger,
and it never ended well.

Sorry. Maybe you already knew this.

No. I had no idea.

Right. Well, in his head, you've
already made a commitment.

And you need to be aware of that.
So what do you suggest I do?

You often go round to his place
to discuss cases together.

You mustn't do that.
You need to disengage.

The domestic context
substantiates his fantasy.

Are you saying that I encourage him?
Of course not. Not deliberately.

But you are enabling his emotional
dependency.

And believe me, it could get
very messy, very soon.

I see...
Well, that's it.

If Tony asks, we never spoke.

Well, thank you
for not dropping by.

Yes, who is it?
Community Support.

Who? This bloody thing...

So you remind him of his mother.

There's love, there's affection.

Authority.

Domination.

Yeah, you would do anything
to protect him, wouldn't you?

His guilt is your guilt.

The guardian and the tyrant.

Round up the usual suspects.

What if that's what we're doing?

Start with the suspect,
match him to the crime.

Look at the crime.

You got in late last night.

Yeah, well,
I was out exploring the suburbs.

You know, the prices in this town
are horrendous.

I could just about afford
something in the red light district.

Erika will be thrilled.
You should ring her.

Not a good time. She'll be
entertaining one of her many lovers.

(PHONE RINGS)

Tony Hill.

Dr Hill. It's Paula. There's
been another killing. Penton Street.

Two victims this time,
an elderly couple.

There's two victims?
Are you sure it's the same guy?

We think so, yes. We were
hoping you'd come and take a look.

Tony?
Paula called me.

His name was Jeffrey Madison.

A retired civil servant.

Bludgeoned with a vase taken from
the side table.

Tied up with the bag over his head.

Whose tie is that?
His, taken from round his neck.

The underpants we think were taken
from the laundry basket upstairs.

This is his wife Edith.

Looks like
he went for the husband first.

Restrained him then he went after the
wife. She was the real target.

The mother-figure. And then came back
to finish him off.

Through here.

Same perpetrator?

The signature's the same, yes.

But it's about the fantasy,
what he wants to get from the act,

that rarely changes, if ever...

But the MO's changed.

He didn't talk his way in,
he forced his way in.

You know...

Why was that?

Maybe the old man didn't
fall for it. The killer lost it,

so he beat them as they lay dying.

Are there more bags of these around?

There's a kitchen drawer
full of them.

So he might not have brought them.

There's no way of telling.

Why two victims? There
are plenty of single old women.

Attacking a couple is far riskier.
I know they are old,

but either one of them could have
raised the alarm, or fought back.

Maybe this isn't about the mother.

What? Acting out against both
parents?

Retaliating against
childhood neglect or abuse?

I mean, this rage, this fury.

He was out of control.
He was completely disorganised.

There's a good chance he left traces
this time, fingerprints, DNA.

Come and see this.

Size 10 rubber-soled working boots.

He came this way.

He obviously knew his escape.
Which suggests he was local.

Or he sussed out the place in
advance.

All right, Tony. Try this one for
size.

Kelly left those clues, he beat that
couple as they lay dying,

because he knew we were on to him
and he doesn't give a damn about
covering his tracks.

He's getting his kicks while he can
because I didn't nick him

when I had the chance. I wound him
up and then I let him go.

(POUNDING)

Police!

Two of you with me.

What the hell are you lot after?

We have a warrant
for the arrest of your son.

He's not here. He's not here!
Out of the way please.

This your bedroom, or his?
Get out of my house now!

Bernard Kelly, I am arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything...

He's been with me all evening!
Get her out of here, please!

..may harm your defence if you do
not mention when questioned

something which later rely on
in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Get dressed.

Where were you yesterday evening?

At home with my mum.

Any other witnesses
besides your mother?

What time did you go out?
About ten.

What time did you leave the house?
Twenty to.

Did anyone see you leave the house?
How should I know?

What did you have for tea?

Chicken and chips.
Then we watched Corrie.

But I fell asleep, so I dunno what
happened in it.

That's rule Three when telling lies:

don't answer questions
you haven't been asked.

How many pairs of boots do you have?
Just the one.

What about the other pair,
your work pair?

He was in bed with his mum.
When we picked him up. You're sure?

I don't have any other boots.
I got slippers.

Ask him why
he still lives with his mum.

Does it bother you?

That you're still living at home
with your mum, at your age?

You try to buy a house round here.

Has he ever tried to move out?

Have you looked for a place?
On your own that is.

She needs me.
Would he say they were close?

So you're close, you and your mum.
Does he feel trapped?

Do you ever feel like a prisoner?
What?

How does he feel about his mother
running his life?

Do you ever resent it?
Her running your life?

No, she doesn't.

Won't let you have mates round?
Won't let you have a girlfriend?

I could have a girlfriend.
Ah...!

But you don't, do you?

I mean, how could you bring a
girlfriend round,

when she still treats you
like a kid?

It's humiliating, isn't it?

Do you ever feel like
you can't stand it any more?

Alex, careful...!
You're trapped, you can't leave.

You can't be a man,
because she won't let you.

You love her but she uses that to
control you.

How does that make you feel?

None of your sodding business,
you slag!

I cooked chicken and chips.
That's his favourite.

Sat down together to watch telly.

He dropped off like his dad used to,
snoring like a pig.

Went to work, 9:45.

It's worthless. Send her home.

She wants to wait.

She'll be waiting a long time.

Any news back from the labs
about the boots? Yes.

The soles don't match
the print at the scene.

He must have another pair.
Check his workplace. OK.

Piece of crap!

They tell you how long they're going
to be?

These tossers,
they don't tell you anything.

Drag you all the way out here
and make you take a taxi back.

I thought the little brat
was at school.

Kids...

Anything he does, it's my fault.

Tell me about it. Can't even
discipline them these days.

Wasn't as bad when he was younger.
Top of his class at primary.

My Bernard was pretty bright.
Learned to walk at nine months.

Bet he was a handful.

Oh, yeah.

Mine used to give my dinner
to the dog... Little bastard.

This one used to mess his trousers,
just to wind me up.

Yeah. Yeah, they do that, don't they?

But I soon put a stop to that.

Yeah, back of the hand, was it?

I used to make him wear his pants on
his head for a day or two.

So all his little friends
could see it.

He soon got the message.

Yeah. I'll bet.

Kelly's mother toilet-trained him

by making him wear his pants
on his head.

No wonder he's screwed up.

But is he screwed up enough?

What do the forensics say?
Not back yet.

Once we get a detailed witness
statement and we find those other
boots, we've nailed him.

Two pairs of boots. One for work,
and one for murdering people?

What are you saying, Tony?

I'm saying maybe we've made up
ours minds too soon about Kelly.

He fits your profile.

Profiling's not an exact science,
Alex. I've got a seminar this
afternoon,

why don't you come round to mine
tonight?

We can go through the case
from scratch.

I'm sorry, I'm busy.
Tomorrow?

Maybe you're working too hard on
this.

We're pretty much sorted now, why
don't you relax?

The killer might still be out there.
There might be more victims.

I don't think so. Tony, go home,

watch a movie,
catch up with friends.

I see friends all the time.
I see you.

Yeah, but that's professional.
Oh.

I see what you mean.

Chill out. If we need you
we'll give you a call.

OK.

Why the television?

Did they watch too much television?

Didn't they let you watch?

I hope she's paying you overtime.

Actually, I'm off the case.
Alex, she thinks I've done my bit.

And you don't.

I'm just worried we've fixed on
a theory

and we're selecting evidence
to validate it.

And that's not what Alex
wants to hear?

The way she talked to me
it was like she was pushing me away.

Tony, don't you get it?

She knows you're attracted to her,
and she's keeping you
at arm's length.

That's how women like her operate.

You're not the stuff
her dreams are made on.

Why do you say that?
I didn't. She did.

Actually the term she used
was 'embarrassing weirdo'.

You know what, I think she meant
it affectionately, I don't know.

You know what, Tony, all Alex
cares about is her next promotion.

One day you'll go into her office
and she'll have moved on,
without so much as a goodbye.

I should enjoy it while it lasts.

I've given you a statement.
I've told you everything.

I don't want to testify in court.

We might need you to, Mr Donovan.

But we can arrange protection
if necessary.

Believe me, once he's inside, he's
not going to be able to hurt you.

What about his friends? Hm?
His relatives?

You going to lock them up as well?

The police can't do their work
without public cooperation.

It might scare you but you're doing
the right thing for the community.

People respect you for that.
People?!

People don't give a toss.

Close the blinds, turn the TV up...

Look, I want to help. Really.

If I remember anything else,
I'll tell you.

I just don't want that guy Kelly
turning up on my doorstep.

That's not going to happen.

Jaz! Are you downloading something?

It's hogging all the bandwidth!

Think she'll get it? This promotion.

She deserves to.
Maybe. But what happens to us?

Paula, Kevin.

DI Fielding's just stepped out.

I brought back the case files.

Right... Thanks.

Tony.
Alex. Tony?

Alex, you're going
about this the wrong way.

You've selected a suspect and you're
picking the evidence to fit. I am?

I tried to tell you this last night.
You asked me back to your place.

To talk about the case, Alex.

I know I'm dyspraxic, socially
inept, with no dress sense...

Tony, we can talk about this
but not here and not now -

I'm sorry if I embarrass you.
This is embarrassing!

Look, I know how you feel -
How I feel?!

You have no idea how I feel, Alex!

Guv, sorry,
but we've got two more bodies.

Last night, in Newbridge.

Emma Johanssen. 28. An illustrator.

The husband's upstairs. Jaz
Johanssen. 30. A website designer.

He talked his way in. The coffee
might have been for him.

Same signature, MO.

Same as the first, but not the last.

The underwear came from the
washing machine. It's still damp.

This is more than a signature.
This is graffiti on an overpass.

What do you mean by graffiti?

A tag, a trophy. He's boasting.
Taunting us.

Any forensics?

So far, just traces of latex.
Probably from gloves.

He wouldn't have worn latex gloves
at the door.

It would have made them suspicious.

It's more likely he put those on
after he killed them.

Then he wiped all the surfaces that
he'd touched.

So it's possible he might have
missed something?

Possible, but unlikely.

This is like the first murder -
it's calm, methodical.

That's a setup screen
for a wireless router.

The caller might have said he had
a problem with his wireless network.
Is it still working?

No.

He cut the cable before he rang the
doorbell.

So Emma goes to make the coffee,
Jaz turns his back on the caller.

The bag would have been too slow.

When you take it off
you might find he's been garrotted.

The caller comes down,
comes across Emma.

She drops the coffee, runs to the
door.

He catches up with her...

..overwhelms her with the bag
he specifically brought
for that purpose.

Retraced his steps, wipes
his prints, then leaves.

If he's so fastidious, why didn't he
switch off the computer,

clean up the coffee?

He knows the more he tries to cover
his tracks, the more clues he leaves.

No, he thought this through,
followed the plan precisely.

Not like the last time.

What happened last time?
Why was it so different?

I don't know.

Kelly's been banged up for 20 hours.
This is not him.

I did say you were selecting evidence
to fit the suspect.

It was your profile that identified
him.

The profile that fitted Kelly.
And it also fits this killer.

You said it was about his mother.
That couple were in their 30s.

How does that fit your theory?
It doesn't, OK?

You need my help any more?
Yes, I do.

We need to catch this guy.
Alex, forget it. I got it wrong.

Two people are dead because I didn't
get it, and I still don't it.

So find someone else.
I don't want anyone else, Tony.

I don't trust anyone else.

Tony, I don't know what's gone wrong
between us.

But, please, can we put it aside for
just now?

OK.

Do I get my clothes back?

They're being examined -
Keep 'em!

Surprised you didn't charge him with
something.

There's no law against
being a prick. Fortunately.

This started off about your mother.

Then your parents but not any more.

Different kind of gratification.

Is it the thrill of the chase? The
fact that you know we're after you?

Is that why you're
taking all these risks?

Risks, risks...

Look at the risks.

Low-risk location, low-risk victim.

Low risk location, but two victims,
increased risk.

A young, fit couple. Low risk
location, but high-risk victims.

You're cranking up the danger.

Thought you were going to take
those files back.

Not just yet.

Oh, God, yeah.
I heard about your young couple.

Well, puts your Oedipus theory
off the mark, doesn't it?

Sorry, Tony, but that's what you get

if you put intuition
before rational analysis.

You think there's a rational
explanation for all human behaviour?

Of course. Or what are we for?

What did Alex say about me? Exactly?

Don't do this to yourself,
Tony, please.

Anyway, it's not what people say.

It's what they DON'T say, I know.

What are you not saying?
Well, you know it's true -

How come you never kept in touch?
You didn't write or email, nothing?

Now you're upset with me
because I didn't write to you?

You haven't written a thing in years.

Nothing. When was the last time
you published in a journal?

I think it's time I moved on.

You don't have to leave, Jonathan.

You just have to tell me
what's going on.

Just trying to help, as a friend,
OK?

If you don't trust me,
I shouldn't be here.

Yeah, but Alex isn't using me
to boost her career.

Right. OK, listen.
If you'd rather listen to her,

that's absolutely fine.

I understand totally.

But when you've outlived
your usefulness,

when you've become
a liability rather than an asset,

she dumps you and she moves on.

She dumps you and she moves on?
Still talking about me?

Thanks for everything. If Erika
calls, I'm at the Four Seasons, OK?

And will she call?

When this is over, get in touch OK?
I promise not to say I told you so.
Jonathan -

We all make mistakes, Tony, and
mine was coming back. I'll see you.

Good night, then.

(CAR SCREECHES TO A HALT)

I thought you were going to keep me
informed!

We sent an officer to your flat
and place of work.

Kelly tried to kill me!
I know it was him!

Were there any witnesses?

Oh, for God's sake!

We'll follow this up, Mr Donovan.

If you make a statement
about the attack.

What's the point? I gave you
a statement about that murder.

It wasn't enough to hold him.
I'm sorry.

He's been kicking my door.
Shouting through the letterbox.

Let me arrange for some officers
to watch your house.

No! It'll just make things worse.

I'm going to speak to Kelly about
this incident.

Now, if he threatens you again,
or harasses you in any way,

I'll arrest him. Here's my card.

Is there anyone else I can talk to?

A senior officer?

That's my mobile number.
You can call it day or night.

You go anywhere near one of my
witnesses again, I'll have you.

Screw the evidence.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Tony, I'm busy.

You need to send a forensics team
round to check my doorstep.

I think he's written to me.

Photocopy paper. Sold in reams
at six big chains across the UK.

They're trying to ID the batch.
Ditto the ballpoint pen.

They're also trying to check
for saliva on the envelope.

Hm. Don't think there'll be any hairs
or prints or skin flakes.

"Mrs Hopton was a harmless old dear,
but she awoke the memory of someone

I'd rather forget..."
He's very lucid, very articulate.

It's too articulate. It's contrived,
you know, he's eager to please.

And that's how he talks his way
into people's houses.

"With a carrier bag

I was wiping out the part of me that
will always be her." Who's her?

It's his mother.

Tony, the Johannsens
weren't about his mother.

To understand the killer, look at the
first victim.

He identified her as his mother,

the woman who'll always be part of
him.

And that he will hate and fear,

and he'll want to kill it,
over and over...

So now he's got a taste for it,
he's picking victims at random?

"Sorry for urinating on your carpet."

Did he urinate on the carpet?

At the Madison's? No.
So why is he saying he did?

Has he forgotten what he's done?

Or maybe he's not forgetting,
maybe he's inventing,

He's revising.
He's creating a false memory.

"The responsibility's all mine..."
Who else would it be?

I think he's protesting too much.
"The responsibility, it's all mine."

Rule Four: When you're telling lies,
don't overdo it.

If he didn't wet the floor at the
Madison's, who did he think did?

Did someone tell him they had?

You're saying...?
There's two of them, Alex.

Two killers?

That's why the MOs are different.

This one is calm - the other one is
angry, inarticulate.

And that's why he couldn't
talk his way into the Madisons'.

So they're working together?

I think it's a competition,
a game of dare!

I mean, you look at the victims...

..an elderly woman - elderly couple.

then a young couple - the risk gets
higher with each attack.

That's the progression.

You said that serial killer was
triggered by an external event,

like loss of a job, a partner...
Usually, yeah.

So two different killers
triggered by the same event?

Similar events -
the death of their parents perhaps?

Two killers with the same signature?

It started off as a signature. Now
it's become something else.

It's a badge, a flag.

"I was here..."

And this one wrote this letter
to steal this guy's thunder.

Because he knew this guy couldn't
express himself in this way.

How does he know you're involved?

He could have insinuated himself into
the investigation. Like Kelly did,

by coming to the meeting?
Or befriended a policeman.

Picking up info over a pint.

I need to warn the team.

I'm going to set up surveillance on
Kelly.

Alex, I don't know if it is Kelly.

Do you know that it isn't?
Maybe your profile's right.

How's Jonathan?
Hm?

He moved out. We had an argument.

What about?
Does it matter?

Maybe you were close once.
I'm not sure you even know him now.

Kevin? Anything new from forensics?

Not that I know of.
Then go and find out.

If you want to know anything
about these cases, come and ask me.

We were chatting, that's all.
Don't get paranoid.

Two killers?

In competition with each other.

It's possible that Kelly's
one of them.

I want to set up surveillance.
I want to know who he talks to.

I've requested a tap on his phone.

But if he uses an internet cafe,
if he drops off a letter to someone,

I want to know about it.
What if he goes for Donovan again?

Then nick him.
Anything to get him off the street.

And it's possible these killers are
trying to get inside information.

So be on your guard.
Could be a casual acquaintance,

someone you met in the pub.

Could be someone in this nick.
I want to know.

Paula, start the rota.
Kevin, in my office.

So what was DI Lockhart
asking you about?

Er...the case. How we're getting on.

And what did you tell him? Well, not
much. It's not his department. Yet.

What do you mean, 'yet'?
Well, you're both up for promotion.

Either he goes upstairs or you do
and then he ends up
running the squad.

How do you feel about that?

Well, I like being part of a team
that gets results.

Besides, he's an arse-kisser.

Kelly, don't refer to a senior
officer like that.

Ma'am.

Thanks, Kevin.

He is up to something, though.
Look out. He's nosing about.

Erika? Hi. It's Tony Hill.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
How are you?

No.

No, I didn't know.

Hasn't changed much, has it? The
old post-grad research institute.

Peeling wallpaper, washed-up drunks
lining the bar.

I spoke to Erika.

Ah yes. Vagina Dentate.

Why didn't you tell me you'd split
up?

There's no job, there's
no university chair, is there?

What were you trying to achieve
with these ridiculous lies?

You believed them. Dr Tiny Hillock,
expert of the criminal mind.

I could piss down your neck and tell
you it's raining.

You are a triumph of mediocrity made
flesh.

Real talent, real originality,
no, no, that's too disruptive.

You weren't fired for being talented.

You were fired for drinking too much
and screwing your students.

I wasn't screwing the students!

A little bit of Monica Lewinsky
never did any harm.

Though it is quite fattening.
Why did you come here, Jonathan?

If you want to feel like a genius,
hang out with a moron.

Thanks.

I admired you.

I still admire you.

Is that it?

You're looking for a reason
not to hate yourself?

Do you know,
you're absolutely right.

Where are you going?
To find a therapist.

Open my heart to him. Drink all his
booze and then shag his mother.

But first, a whiz.

Did you read those case files?

Have you discussed them with anyone?

Has it occurred to you
there might be two of them?

I know so much about this case -
it's scary.

What can I get you?
I'm fine. I'm fine.

He's finished his tea.
She's just taken away the tray.

Do I really need to know this?

I'm sorry, are we keeping you awake?

These two are just gross.

Simon, have you got the back door?
Yeah, it's covered.

Kevin, come in.
Yeah.

He's here. He's out of the house.
He can't be.

He's getting into a dark blue Ford
Focus,

Sierra Six Four Five Kilo Hotel
Golf.

Paula, it can't be Kelly, just hold
your position. It's him.

I'm preparing to follow.

You keep watching the house.

He's heading north up Beechwood
Avenue.

Maybe heading for Donovan's place.

He's now heading north up the A324.

On my way.

Turning into the Tyburn estate.

He's pulled over, in Francis Lane.
I could really use some backup.

Paula. This is Kevin, I'm nearly
there. Are you sure it's him?

Yes, I'm sure. It is Kelly.

He's getting out of the car, he's
changing his jacket.

Kevin where are you? Hurry up.
He's -

Dammit!

He's going into the building,
we're going to lose him.
Kevin where are you?

Kevin, do you copy me?
I'm here.

Get out of my house!
Back off!

Back off!
She's mine! She's mine!

(INCOHERENT SHOUTING)

We nearly lost him. He slipped out
of his mother's house.

He knew we were watching him.

Yeah, but he still had to go.

What language is that?

Croatian, apparently.
We're waiting for an interpreter.

Kelly won't tell us who she
is or what she was doing there.

We're hoping you will help
with that.

That blouse. I've seen it before.

I think it's his mum's.

That property was owned by a man
called Ryan.

What happened to him?

Tell me about the woman, Bella.

How long did you
have her chained up there?

It's his mother's clothes. We got
the wrong end of the stick, Alex.

Just tell him that.

Look, Bernard.
Maybe we've got this wrong.

Why don't you tell us what
happened? Maybe we can help you.

He dressed her, fed her,
so he felt she wasn't a prisoner.

He felt he was protecting her.

I mean obviously you cared
about her. You looked after her.

He loves her.

Do you love this woman?

I couldn't let her out.

She'd have been picked up
and deported.

So she's an illegal immigrant.

Try not to be too judgmental.

Where did you two meet?

Bloke in a pub introduced us
a few months back.

What, a people smuggler?
"And he rescued her?"

And you rescued her?

He told me half these girls end up
as tarts, servants, all sorts.

I gave him two ton to let her go.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

You wouldn't have understood.

Does your mum know about her?
No.

My mum thinks I take her clothes
so I can wear them.

She's been covering for me,
my mum because she loves me.

But not like Bella does.

DAMN YOU!

I knew this would happen
after Donovan fingered me.

Is that why you tried to scare him?

Yeah.

You're not going to deport her,
are you?

She's been the victim of a crime.
Probably not.

She was kidnapped, chained up,
raped repeatedly, month after month.

By you.
Rape?

No, it wasn't rape!

We love each other!

(INCOHERENT SHOUTING)

I feel sick.

You got through to her?

For every one of the evenings
the murders took place.

He was with her.
How do you know?

She had scratched a calendar
on the wall.

You were right.

Kelly's not involved in the murders.

And you were right about Jonathan.

He's lost his job,
his marriage is over,

and he's suffering from depression.

And I can't believe I didn't see it.

He was your friend, not a patient.
You saw what you wanted to see.

He was more than a friend, Alex.

He was like my big brother.

I think there'll be another murder,
soon.

The first killer, he'll take up the
challenge.

This time it won't be about parent
figures, it will be about the danger.

He'll find a victim, or victims.

And he'll raise the stakes,
he'll increase the risk.

Raise them how?

He'll find someone young, fit, like
the Johanssens.

But this time could be outside -

You know, they can run,
shout for help.

That could be anyone, anywhere.

Yep.

To understand the killer, Tony,
look at the first victim.

She reminded you of Mummy
and you smothered her with a bag.

Why the bag?

Bringing the shopping home, what's
for tea?

Unpacking the groceries,
put away the bag, put away the bag.

But what at did she do with the bag?

What did she do to you with the bag?

Was it that? Was it this? And your
revenge triggered the other killer.

How can that happen to you both?

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Bloke walking his dog found the body
at first light.

Nobody's touched it yet.

Jesus!
What is it?

It's Jimmy Lockhart.

Paula says he was a colleague
of yours from Vice.

We weren't exactly friends.

Hands unbound, hit from behind?

Yes. His body was beaten,
like the Madisons.

Maybe he was meeting someone.
A contact, a source.

Someone he wasn't afraid of. Someone
he felt safe turning his back on.

He knew the killer?
Well, he thought he did.

You guys have record of sources
of contacts -

Guv. We found these,
about twenty feet from the body.

They are mine.
I lent them to a friend.

Do you have a Jonathan Goode
staying here?

Alex, what took you so long?

Jonathan Goode, you are
under arrest on suspicion of murder.

(RECITES CAUTION)

Is that clear?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's very clear.

Is that clear?

I think you've had enough,
don't you?

Tony. You shouldn't be on this case.

I shouldn't be on this case.
Go home. Now.

Can I have a drink?
Tea, coffee?

No, a drink.

Cigarette?

I suppose a line of coke's
out of the question.

A set of keys known to be in your
possession

was found at a murder scene this
morning. Can you account for that?

Yes, well, I suppose I might have
dropped them.

After I as strangled that detective.

Can I remind you
you are under caution.

Inspector Lockhart didn't like
the progress you and Tony Hill
weren't making.

So I decided to give him the benefit
of my expertise.

Not quite the sort of expertise he
had in mind, but -

OK. Let's start at the beginning.

Oh, with the Madisons you mean?

Don't you hate the way old people
smell?

I nearly lost my lunch going through
their laundry basket.

Why did you attack them?

Let's call it
vivisection of the human psyche.

And when that bloke smothered that
old tart Julie Hopton,

he might have left it there, if I
hadn't intervened.

I thought, I can do better than
that.

I wanted to see if I could get him
to raise his game.

And I did.

Do you know him?
Are you in contact with him?

And I got to watch
Tony Hill profile me.

Brutal! Inarticulate. Disorganised.

Don't blame yourself, Alex.
You weren't well-advised.

You both wanted revenge. And you both
suffered in the same way.

Brothers in arms.

You shouldn't be here.

He's confessed, hasn't he? Not to all
the murders, to half of them.

Chapter and verse. The crime scenes,
the methods, the evidence -

He got that from the case files.

You showed him the files? Tony!
Come on, it wasn't him, Alex!

I saw you give him those house keys.

He could have thrown them from
the overpass, or the perimeter.

The man is having a breakdown.
He's in self-destruct mode,
and he's taking me with him.

He's going to succeed.
Jonathan doesn't have brothers.

What?

The killers.
I think they're brothers.

That's why they leave the same
signature.

They both suffered the same trauma
when they were children.

And that's how one event could
trigger them both.

That is why they're playing this
game. They were rivals, as kids.

So why kill Jimmy Lockhart?

A police officer - you top that.
Go on!

You told me you weren't exactly
friends with Lockhart.

We were up for the same promotion.

Maybe he was trying
to solve the case himself.

That's just what Jonathan said.
It wasn't him, Alex. I can prove it.

I think I know how to end this.

There's no point me wearing a wire.
He's not going to confess.

Standard procedure, Tony.
This is insane.

How do we know
he's going to target Dr Hill?

We have two brothers playing a game
of dare.

Each murder involves
progressively higher risk.

The last victim was a police officer.

The only way he's going to top that
is going for one of this team.

Why you? Why not one of us?

This is the one
who wrote me the letter.

It wasn't just to mislead us
and wind up his brother.

It was there to make me feel special,
privileged, so I drop my guard.

He was lining me up as a target.

In broad daylight? At the
University? That's where I work.

Levels are good. Right.
The campus is fully covered by CCTV.

You'll never be out of radio
or visual contact.

There'll be officers
stationed all around.

The minute he approaches you, give
the code word, and we'll pile in.

Are you sure about this?

Yeah. Get him to come to us.

He might suspect what we're up to.
He might.

But he'll still want to try.

Tony, are you getting this?
Loud and clear.

You know you're not supposed
to cycle on the pavement.
Get fined for that.

There's a guy about 60 metres away,
looks like campus security.

Can you check that?

Tony, stay in the open.

In a minute I'm going to stop,
tie my shoelaces.

Alex..?
(RADIO CRACKLES)

Interference.
Maybe from the lab or a building.

Tony, are you getting this?

Tony, you've got to clear the area.

Tony, do you hear me?

Tony, move away from that building.

There's something
blocking the camera.

Alex, it's that guard again.
Dr Hill? I'm Frank Donovan.

Someone's following me, I think
he's around that corner, just there.

It's some sort of carrier block.

Tony, are you getting this?
Tony, come in!

All units, move in!
Get him out of there. Move it!

Alex!

Alex! Alex!

Calm down. I only want to talk.

OK. OK.

All right. Let's talk.

See this?
No radios, no mobile phones.

Just you and I.

(DOOR BURSTS OPEN)

Do you want to have a go, Donovan?

Put the knife down!

PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!

ARMED POLICE! DON'T MOVE!

GET DOWN!

Please, don't shoot.
I'm sorry, it wasn't me!

Stand up.

Are you all right?
Yeah.

It's nothing.
I'm sorry about that.

Don't worry. I've worked here for
years and I'm still getting lost.

I should have let you talk to him
when he came forward as a witness.

I should have asked.

Thank you.

He does work as a floor supervisor.
That's what the store call
their security guards.

Didn't his manager
give him an alibi?

Yeah, but he was swapping shifts
with his colleagues.

As long as somebody was on duty,
manager wasn't bothered.

What about a criminal record? We
found a match for his fingerprints.

They're sending down his files.

I wanted Dr Hill to help me.

I saw his name in the paper,
I thought maybe he could...

I was scared.

Kelly was after me,
and you lot weren't doing anything.

You attacked Dr Hill with a knife.

You tried to kill him,
in front of witnesses.

Well, that was rather unfortunate.
But I believe I was provoked.

How did he provoke you?

Well, let's not go there.

Tell us about Julie Hopton.

She came to the store. Wearing
that rancid old lady's perfume.

I found it...evocative.

Evocative of whom?

My late lamented bitch of a mother.

Her car hit a tree six weeks ago.
Burst into flames.

There wasn't enough left of her
to dig up.

But I left my own personal tribute.

Ask him about the Madisons.

Tell me about the second incident,
the Madisons.

Oh, yes.

I enjoyed it so much the first time,

I thought I'd expand on the theme.

So he's still claiming
to have committed both murders.

And urinating on the carpet?
Why did you do that?

I had a weak bladder as a child.

It was one of the things my mother
loved most about me.

So you killed them all? Julie
Hopton, Edith and Jeffrey Madison?

The Johannsens,
Inspector Lockhart, of course.

That's not taking the credit.
That's taking the blame.

He's protecting his brother.

You've got a brother, haven't you?

Actually I have two.

Which one of you went to prison?

That would have been Leo.
I was away at the time.

Are you still in touch with Leo?
Not often.

You were in competition,
weren't you?

Who could take the biggest risks,
kill the hardest targets?

Why are you protecting him?

Inspector, I'm the one you want,
I killed them all.

Why make this more complicated?

We don't think that you did
kill the Madisons, or DI Lockhart.

Some of the detail that you gave us
is inaccurate.

His brother lied to him.

Exposed him.
Sabotaged his confession.

Leo lied to you. To catch you out.

He wanted you look stupid.

And he managed.
Where is he? Where's Leo?

He comes and goes.

You know, this competition
isn't over yet.

You could still win.

You want him to leave him
on the outside? Crowing?

You might try our parents' house.

I need an address.

Alex. Kevin's going to continue the
questioning. I'd like you to help.

We need more time.
Something else is going on.

We don't have more time. His
brother could start killing again.

The competition's over.
The competition is over, Tony,

when I've got them both in here.

When you volunteered as a witness,

was that to get closer
to the investigation?

To pick up inside information?

I didn't volunteer.

What does he mean by that?

Yes, you did.

I was there. It was me you spoke to.

It's here. The file on Donovan.

He said his brother went to prison,
not him. Is that true?

No. This says he spent two years
in the Scrubs when he was 19.

There's no mention of a brother.

(SIREN)

The door is over here!
Come on, move it!

That Inspector Lockhart
was extremely helpful.

Though admittedly he did have his
own motives.

Meeting Frank was his idea.

Sadly, it was Leo who turned up.

Hold on a second. You said that
Lockhart arranged to meet Frank.

My brother, Frank.

Police!

Search everywhere
and remember, he's dangerous.

Hallway clear!

Has he ever used an alias? Donovan?
Not according to this.

Read it.
Read what it says on the file.

Frank Henry Leo... Donovan?

He's all of them.

When you gave that statement
you gave your name as -

Dr Hill. Your friend here
seems confused. I'm Henry Donovan.

Then I want to speak to Leo.
As I explained -

I want to speak to your brother.
I want to talk to the person
who did this.

I want a pony for Christmas.
But I won't get it.

Hold his arms. Please.

What are you doing?
You can't do this!

I want to talk to Leo.

What are you talking about?
He's not here!

First bedroom's clear!

Please don't. No, please don't...

Ssh shh shh. It won't take long.

Dr Hill...
I want to talk to Leo.

I want to talk to the
dirty little boy who made this mess.

Hold your chin up.

No! No!

P-p-piss off!

I d-d-don't have to...

She's c-c-coming with me,
that b-b-bitch!

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, Paula?

Alex, get out of there.
The place is booby-trapped -

Alex!

Alex?

Alex?

So who am I looking at?
Frank Donovan, the witness.

He's weak, frustrated, insecure.

He can barely function.

He can hold down a normal job,
as long as he's not stressed.

And if he is stressed?

He becomes someone else.

Henry Donovan -
he's the calm, articulate one.

He can talk his way out of trouble,
and into people's homes.

And Leo Donovan

he's the child.

Beaten, brutalised, incoherent rage.

And, Frank, he has to believe
they exist outside his mind.

Otherwise the truth,
it's just too awful to contemplate.

Multiple personalities?

Well, nowadays it's called
dissociative identity disorder.

So the child abuse,
the torture, the rape...

This way,
they all happen to someone else.

Mrs Donovan's trick was to place a
polythene bag over her son's head,

while her husband turned up the sound
on the TV to drown out the screams.

And when she realised she'd
created such distinct personalities,

she encouraged it,

played them off each other.

She played games with his mind
until it disintegrated.

Who told you all this?

They did.

In-depth forensics have come back.

DNA samples match one man, Donovan.

Not two. I was way off base.

You were right on the money.

If it wasn't for you...

You'd never have been offered
that promotion.

I heard a rumour.

Nothing's official yet.

And if it's made official?
Will you accept? I don't know.

I used to want to excel
at everything, out-perform everyone.

But it doesn't seem important now.

Besides. Ben and I
have made friends here.

Yeah, I'm sure he finds that easy.

He does. I don't.

Is that his wife?
Yep, that's Erika.

She's taking him back to the States.

Thanks for dropping the charges.

I'm just glad to see the back
of him.

Did you really tell him
I was an embarrassing weirdo?

It was taken out of context.

Here's Rule Five of telling lies:

always stick as close to the truth
as you can get away with.

So what did you tell him about me?

Does it really matter now?
You're blushing.

Oh, is that the time?
I can pick up Ben from school.

Alex?

Thanks, Tony.

I'll see you around.