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It's not that bad, you know. It's just whisky with cream.
Yeah, I know. I know what it is.
To Maureen Thorne,
a matriarch, fine musician, militant republican
and lover of sickly sweet after-dinner liqueurs.
She was a good woman, your mother, you know.
She was always good to me, anyway.
Listen, thanks for coming, Phil. You know, I appreciate it.
It would have meant a lot to her, as well, so... thanks.
Come on. Have a drink with me, eh? A proper drink.
We were friends.
You fucked it up.
Sorry for your loss.
Date: May 7th.
St Pancras.
Victim: female, young, 20 to 30.
Method: hands only.
Weapons just for show. Take your time.
One of them will feel right.
Remember that feeling. The first time.
How strong you felt. You were as strong as me.
Something beginning with B.
Now, pick one, because if you don't...
I will.
Wash your hands before you touch anything.
Bedtime in five minutes, OK, Charlie?
Er... Stop. Please. My, my husband's just outside.
You can have me, but not here.
Upstairs.
Nice holiday, sir?
What are you doing here?
- Sarah Chen. - No, I know who you are.
I just wanna know what you're doing here.
You'd have made DI a lot quicker if you'd stayed in the Fraud Squad.
Ruth Murray. 28. A prostitute.
She lived and worked in King's Cross. Just over there.
Convictions for soliciting. She was barely covered.
- Right, so, what does that tell you? - He wanted us to find her?
- You all right? - What are you doing here?
Not get two weeks' compassionate, no?
Nobody else knows. I'd like to keep it that way, all right?
She was strangled, I think.
Some skin under her nails, but don't get too excited.
Most of it is probably hers. You get that, you know. You see it.
They scratch at their own necks, trying to stop constriction,
caused in this case by the killer's hands.
Pretty good nails, though, so maybe she scratched him, too.
What about that bruise there?
That could be caused by his knees if he kneeled over,
or hands around the neck.
Any other injuries?
Straight to the point. There's traces of some fluid here.
On the face.
- Semen? - It isn't semen, no.
I'll have a better idea when I get back to the lab.
What do you think, sir?
Could be anything, couldn't it? Saliva, sweat, tears.
- It's on her forehead. - Could be his.
- His? - Some good detective work for you.
Ask Vice what they know about her. Ask around here, as well.
Ask some of the girls, OK?
Yeah?
Yeah, look, if I wanted the piano, I would have bought one, all right?
It'll go lovely in your new flat.
I don't care, Dad. I don't... Hey, hey, where you going?
Kerbside delivery. Another 50, and we'll take it upstairs.
Oh, shit.
Sir, I've been trying to get through to you.
So no sign of the kid, then?
No. It's a Charlie Turay. Five years old.
The initial from the house-to-house is that the deceased is the mother,
Karal, from Sierra Leone.
Dad's dead. It's a traffic thing two years ago.
No weapon used.
No forced entry. Back door's locked.
Likely came in the front, and did it then and there.
There's no evidence he's been through the house.
I'll see you back there.
It's anger, right? He knew her.
Well, let's hope so, eh?
Charlie?
Charlie? It's all right. He's gone, mate.
My name's Tom. I'm a policeman.
Come on, Charlie. You can come out now.
You're safe.
That's it. Good lad. Come on. Mind yourself.
OK. Yeah, that's it, that's it.
Good lad. You OK?
I'm gonna take you outside, OK, but I need you to close your eyes.
Really tight.
All right, mate. You keep them closed, yeah?
All right, that's it.
All right.
OK.
Good boy.
I need some help here.
Thanks. But I don't...
Hello. This is DC Roberts.
Sir, Margie Knight. A colleague of Ruth Murray's.
Says that Ruth was working down from her at St Pancras that night.
Thinks that Ruth caught a punter. Gave us a pretty good description.
But we've been checking CCTV, and so far no joy.
- What time did she see her? - About six.
- Check an hour either side, OK? - Sir.
Did you get anything from Phil on the fluids found on Ruth's face?
Hm, you were right. It's tears. Not much chance of DNA for that.
Crying on the job, eh?
- What are you thinking? - Do you think the boy saw anything?
He's not saying anything.
But even if he didn't see anything, he would have heard it, wouldn't he?
Then why is he still alive?
Did the killer get interrupted and scared off?
He would've torn through the floorboards if he had to, wouldn't he?
Er... Guv?
You gotta see this. This is St Pancras CCTV.
I was looking for Ruth, but I found this.
- What are they doing there? - This changes everything.
Both these women were murdered. Both came in through St Pancras.
Ruth Murray died from slow sustained squeezing on the artery.
Minimal internal damage. A simple strangle.
No weapon used.
Karal Turay, no weapon used.
Cricoid cartilage crushed.
Thyroid cartilage unrecognisable. Hyoid fractured.
Back of her skull shattered as he beat her head repeatedly against the floor.
With Charlie 10 feet away.
So I guess we can assume
that this guy wasn't weeping buckets when he killed Karal Turay.
So I guess it's a coincidence. Methods are way different. Motives are different.
No, no. Both cases, you have the same impotent desire, the same end.
- He can't fuck her, so you kill her. - It's different.
Ruth's is some sad perv.
Karal is... That's personal. That's vicious.
Probably someone from her background.
What about St Pancras?
They were both there. Along with 30,000 other people!
Look, it's, it's not enough. All that connects these two is bad luck.
170 murders in London. Say half are women. 85.
Say a quarter of them are strangled.
And say 70% of them are below the age of 30.
That's 15 women.
Add in St Pancras. No sexual assault on either...
Thinking, are you, Tom?
Or have you outsourced that these days?
What do you think, sir? Coincidence or connected?
It's not a coincidence if there's a pattern.
You were at the train station, weren't you, Charlie?
Why did you go up the escalator?
He's completely shut down.
Is it because you like trains? Do you like these trains, Charlie?
Now, I've gone through all the unsolved murders and attempted murders
in Greater London in the last three years.
There were four killings in one day last August in Southwark and Lewisham.
But as far as I can figure out,
two of them were stabbings, both of them gang-related, one was a hit-and-run.
The other one was an armed robbery in an off license.
- Double-check those stabbings. - I've triple-checked it, sir.
Well, just keep looking.
Tom, he's asking for you.
You all right, Charlie?
How's everything at the foster home?
Where's Mummy?
Erm...
Oh, you're thinking? Sorry. I thought you were planning on jumping!
What are you still doing here? I'm not paying overtime, you know.
Hm.
I'm going out to forget about Charlie and his mum tonight,
so I can come back tomorrow, and think about them again.
What about you?
I'll see you tomorrow.
I heard you were difficult.
? Sweet dream, you've passed me by
? My time passes slow
? This fire that burns in my mind
? Follows wherever I go
? If hell's down below
? I'm a bird on a wire
? I've never felt so alone
? Burning in the devil's fire
? This highway we're riding on
? It never turns home
? The darkness just swallowed my pride
? Leaves me to die on my own ?
How did you get in here?
Front desk said you were working late. For a change.
Yeah. What do you want?
Had a bit of a busy day, you know.
Something about these two women is bugging me.
What? It's not one of your hunches, is it?
Cos we all know where they can lead us to, don't we?
- Can I take another look? - No, you can't!
I'm not doing those kind of favours for you any more, Tom.
Don't you understand?
How many more times? I fucked up and I said sorry, all right?!
I thought we were through this!
- We've missed something. - Yeah? What did we miss?
You know? Hey, look, if you wanna get a look into their entrails,
you're gonna have to come back tomorrow.
I've been up and down every unsolved murder in the last ten years.
I've widened the premises - Luton, Chelmsford, Bromley, the suburbs.
Every pair of unsolved murders on the same day, and there's nothing!
Murder in the suburbs, technically, isn't murder at all, is it?
It's a justifiable reaction to aesthetic deprivation and golf!
I need your help on this, Phil! Please.
- Only unsolved murders you said? - Yeah. Why?
Well, the police are capable of charging the wrong man, you know.
In January, maybe February, two women both stabbed the same day.
One of them was done and dusted.
They charged a guy before I'd even finished my postmortem.
Yeah. February 15th. Jana Lovik. 22. Stabbed outside a cinema in Ealing.
Single stab wound. The blade penetrated the heart.
And the other victim?
- Fiona Hutchinson. - What?
25. Found Thames Barrier Park. 23 separate knife wounds.
Partial decapitation. Case still open. No arrests.
So, one a vicious attack. The other a single knife wound.
One savage, one not. Just like those two in there.
Knives used. Similar.
Neither ever found. They charged Jana Lovik's boyfriend.
Arrested him Stansted Airport the same night.
Always the boyfriend. Lazy bastards! Who was the arresting officer?
- Tughan. - Oh, you're joking!
I suppose it's not impossible to get from Woolwich to Ealing in that kind of time.
Why would he do that?
Not he. They. Two killers.
Two pairs of victims. Same method. Same day. That's the pattern.
- Serial killers don't work together. - These ones do.
Look at the state of this place since I've been gone!
- How you going? You're looking well. - Good to see you.
Get yourself a tie, young man. You're a police officer.
Mickey, how's the kids? Youngest one well?
Good. Fantastic!
The Lovik case is done and dusted! It's as tight as a camel's arse!
Pavel Krzinsky, the boyfriend. We've got him on remand.
I have a steaming row in front of 20 witnesses, immortalised on CCTV.
And ten minutes later, she's found dead in the alley.
- It's always the boyfriend. - Not always. In this case it was.
He says he left her outside the cinema, and when he came back she was dead.
Oh, no. Oh, no. My girlfriend's been stabbed. What shall I do?
Call an ambulance?
No, I tell you what, I'll get on a squeezy jet at Stansted
in case someone thought it was me that done it!
Even his brief was blushing!
- I don't think he did it. - Of course not.
For you to be right, I have to be wrong.
- Tom's got a theory. - Yeah, I heard it.
You said double-trouble.
Oh, Venables and Thompson. Brady and Hindley. Harris and Klebold.
Ant and Dec, Robson and Jerome, Donny and Marie,
Mike and Bernie fucking Winters!
You got any evidence, Tom?
No. No, course not. You don't need evidence. You're Tom Thorne!
Pavel said he thought she was seeing someone else.
Bollocks! It was all in his head.
The cinema manager said he did see someone. Said he looked scared.
No, he said he looked nervous. We looked into it. It was a dead end.
- This guy? - Yeah, that's him.
Mr Nobody Knows. Is that it, Ruth?
Is that why you dragged me all the way across London?
But this isn't your e-fit.
This is a guy we think killed a prostitute at St Pancras four days ago.
This is your e-fit.
Kevin, you're head of SCD1 West. It's your jurisdiction.
This is your call.
My call for what?
I'd like to re-interview Pavel Krzinsky.
Sir.
I don't have anything to hide.
We know you were arguing with Jana
because you thought she was seeing someone else, yeah?
I know she was. I told him.
Bollocks!
We looked into it. There wasn't anybody else.
Why are you so sure she was seeing somebody else?
She wanted to break up with me. I didn't want to lose her.
- So you killed her? - Mr Tughan.
Sorry.
Do you recognise this man, Pavel?
He showed me that. I don't know him.
See, the thing is, there was no defence wounds on Jana,
which would suggest it was someone she knew, which is you...
I don't know this man.
OK.
So you had a fight, you went away and then you came back. Why was that?
I wanted to say sorry.
To make it all right.
People were saying you were shouting in her face, saying...
"Zitzka"? What's that?
Whore.
I didn't kill her.
Zitzka. I must remember that. It'll come in handy.
What about their other friends? People at the church?
We looked into all of that. She wasn't seeing anyone else.
She wanted to get away from that jealous fucker.
By all accounts, she was a good decent girl.
She worked, slept and prayed.
What about the people at work?
Tom, the man who did it is right there.
She worked at a hotel, yeah? Do you mind if I dig around?
If you like.
You know, I can't imagine it.
To lose it that much that you take another human being's life.
But it does happen every now and again. Thank you.
Fiona Hutchinson.
Her run took her east past the Albert Dock and back here.
Every Sunday. Same time, same route.
So it could have been a chance encounter or he scoped her.
You look like shit.
Thank you.
Do you have a problem with the way I look?
Not if you turn up on time.
- You are with us, though, yeah? - Where was the body found?
Just down there. No witnesses.
Three degrees on a dank Sunday in February...
not exactly a tourist Mecca.
- What about the CCTV? - The entrance, the caf๏ฟฝ.
Very little of the park's covered. We've got her coming in. That's it.
We're hardly likely to have her coming out, are we?
Her body was discovered just here.
- Twelve, thirteen, fourteen... - Twenty-three stab wounds.
Yeah, but only fourteen to kill her.
The rest were postmortem.
We ran background checks on all the staff.
It turns out that the hotel manager guy was interviewed two years ago.
Get this - for a series of sexual assaults.
Someone's gaining access to the hotel rooms.
The investigating officer was 100% convinced it was two guys working together,
and that the hotel manager was the rapist.
And Jana Lovik was murdered while she was working.
Maybe this is him.
Sean Bracher?
He doesn't match the e-fit.
Then he's the other guy. It's a team, right?
Thorne wants me to tag him.
You interview him. Maybe he'll panic. Lead us to his partner.
What do you reckon? You up for it?
Bracher could be our psycho.
We can do this the other way round. I don't mind doing the interview.
No. I'm fine.
Just make sure that tracker works.
I thought you had the guy. Er, Jana's boyfriend.
It's been suggested Jana was seeing someone.
Someone from work?
Was she a bit naive?
A bit needy?
Look, I didn't take advantage of her, if that's what you're trying to say.
But you did sleep with her?
You're sure this is all necessary?
Jana's death was a... horrible thing for us all here.
We're just trying to... put it behind us.
All right, Mr Bracher. That's been very helpful.
- That's it? - Mm-hm.
Please... call me...
if there's anything else I should know.
- Will do. - All right.
Martin, we may have a problem.
Martin?
Time for some spring cleaning, Martin.
There are witnesses.
Oh, and keep your eyes open this time.
I want you to get the full experience.
Can't have any witnesses, Martin.
Yeah, sorry. Just work's been a bit mad.
Aye. Right.
You won't believe what she's kept.
There's all your old school reports. Loads of photos.
Of you and your mum.
Something to remember her by.
Well, I do remember her, Dad.
Every time I look at that bloody piano you sent me!
You and her were the musical ones.
I wasn't musical, Dad. I used to listen to records, remember?
Hank Williams and all that.
The place was always full of music!
I've got Sky now. Thank God.
- Where shall I put this? - What?
You've forgotten, haven't you?
That I was coming round.
Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry.
We've had a lot on our minds.
Seen the paper? Come on, I'll take over.
Isn't surveillance a bit above your pay grade?
I wanna get a proper look at Bracher. What time's his break?
Not for another hour.
Come on. Back to the little wifey.
Police! Can you let us out, mate? Thanks!
- Fuck! - Come here! Get here!
What are you doing? I'm just gettin my stuff!
Sean Bracher, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder
of Karal Turay and Fiona Hutchinson.
- Who? - Who lives here?
I did the loop! I did the loop!
Oh, hang on. Did you see me do the loop?
All right? You got Chas.
Where's Dave?
He didn't turn up for work this morning.
He saw his mug in the paper and did a run for it.
I bet he knows where he is.
I don't think he does.
Don't do this to me, Tom.
He's claiming he went to Palmer's flat to get a computer drive.
Says Palmer was helping him fiddle the hotel books.
Said he wanted to get there before we did. Get the discs.
So what's on 'em?
Accounts, spreadsheets, hotel invoicing. Just like he said.
All right. So he's on the fiddle. Doesn't mean he's not a murderer.
Do one loop, and then tickle this next body.
No!
- OK. - How is she?
Sir, they've just told us, she's in ICU.
- Critical, but not life-threatening. - OK.
TSG unit's arrived at the station, sir.
You two go down and brief them. Is he down here?
- Yeah. Up there. - Meet me at the car.
I'll meet you.
Charlie?
You OK?
We're gonna take you somewhere, OK? Somewhere a bit safer.
Are you coming?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Miss?
I'm the one... you're looking for. I did it.
I killed her. It was me.
I'll take it. It's OK.
Drop the gun, and get down!
Put your hands behind you head! Hands behind you head!
I said put your hands behind your head! Come here!
Right.
What was the plan, Martin?
Hm? What, he'd do one, and then you have to follow? Is that it?
Why don't you tell us about Jana, Martin? Hm?
I killed her. It was me.
Did he tell you to kill the others, too?
We could always ask him.
We've got him next door.
What?
Yeah, he's here, Martin. He's just over the corridor.
He's been asking for you, as well.
Do you wanna see him?
Come on, Martin.
- What the fuck is he up to now? - Let's go and see him.
Don't worry, he can't hurt you here, mate, OK?
Open up.
Don't. Don't!
Martin, tell 'em!
Tell 'em I've got nothing to do with this.
Fucking tell 'em!
I ain't supposed to be here! This ain't right!
It's not him. It's not him!
Martin! Tell 'em!
- He's out there. - Fucking tell 'em!
- And you're never gonna get him! - Tell 'em I didn't do anything!
Martin! Tell 'em!
You got something to tell me, son?
Shh.
His name is Charlie. He's a witness.
He's just staying here for a few days, all right?
Just till we find him somewhere safer.
His mum was murdered. Someone tried to get him last night.
Oh, Jesus.
Your mate's still out there, isn't he? Martin?
I'm your friend, Martin. I'm gonna take care of you.
That's what friends do.
So what will you do for me?
Martin? Hey?
DI Thorne has entered the room.
I killed Jana. I killed the prostitute.
You tried to kill the boy. Yes, we know that.
Last night, you tried to kill Charlie, OK?
So who is your mate going for, hm?
Was it another witness? Is that the way it works?
- Charlie saw him, so who saw you? - Martin, give us a name.
Oi! Look at me.
It's all right. Do you wanna go and get us some coffees, yeah?
Why did you come to us, Martin?
Why give yourself up like that?
I told you. I killed those two girls. And I tried to kill that boy.
Yeah, but it's not two girls, is it? It's four. Four dead women.
OK, two, four. Lock me away for four.
You'd do that?
Admit to murders you didn't commit? What's he got on you?
Please, just lock me away!
Why? Cos you think you'd be safe inside?
Safe in your cell?
Maybe until we catch him.
What if he's in the same nick as you, eh?
On the same wing?
He stabbed Fiona Hutchinson 23 times. He smashed Karal Turay's head in.
What's he gonna do to you, eh?
Do you think anyone's gonna come running when they hear you, Martin?
I told you what I did. You can't let him...
Help me get him, Martin, and I promise you you will never see him again.
Cos you didn't give yourself up to us to confess. You wanted protection.
And I can't protect you unless I know who I am protecting you from.
So will you give me his name, Martin?
What's his name?
I killed Jana Lovik, I killed that prostitute
and I tried to kill the boy.
OK.
It's good news. We had an e-fit in the paper yesterday
and a front-page photo of the charged killer today.
No, make that double-killer.
You know we didn't actually catch this guy, don't you?
- He gave himself up. - Don't split hairs, Tom!
He's only in here because being locked up doesn't scare him.
His mate does. And he fucked up last night, but his mate didn't.
- There's another body out there. - You don't know that.
Say we tell the press that he didn't fuck up,
that he killed Charlie Turay last night.
You're Palmer's mate. You read that your accomplice was arrested. What do you do?
- Go to ground. - Yeah, and we lose him.
Until he decides that it's safe, and he starts this all over again.
But if you read that he did the job, that he's still out there...
then the pattern continues.
He'll know we've got Palmer as soon as he starts looking for him.
- Not if we release him. - For fuck's sake, Tom!
Come on. We release him, and we stay on him.
We let him go to work, go home. Just as normal.
That's how we get his mate. When he thinks it's safe and that the pattern stays the same.
- He'll do a runner. - Where to? Not to his mate's!
He's more scared of him than he is of us.
And if he does do a runner, he'll run back here. Like he did last time.
Ruth, it's your call.
Come on. We've done it before.
- What time does Palmer start work? - 9:30.
Come on, Ruth! Make a decision, huh? Or let the clock do it for you!
- Sir? - Yeah?
We may have another one.
Victor Perks. Fifty-eight.
Vic, apparently, lived alone. Edale Road, just up there.
Didn't mix much with the neighbours. Seems he was a bit of a drinker.
Last seen alive 4pm yesterday.
That's an hour before Palmer tried to kill Charlie.
OK, bag it up.
Christ!
Close range. Powder marks in the wounds.
He fell over there. Shot in the knee. Crawled over to here.
Then our man entered a magazine into him.
So that's one victim each. Yeah? Same day within an hour.
The pattern, both male, both shot.
One nice, one nasty. One couldn't do it and one could.
Yeah, but a five-year-old boy and a 58-year-old man?
The rest of the victims were of similar profiles, similar ages.
What's the connection?
Palmer tried to kill Charlie because he was a witness, yeah?
Yeah, so what did he see?
Sir, Vic Perks was a copper.
Victor Perks was a former detective CID.
32 years' service in an East London borough.
Oh, put...
"In 1992, he received the Queen's medal for distinguishing service."
Gotta get Ruth with us on this. Cause of death was?
Multiple gunshot wounds penetrating the heart, lungs, spleen, trabecular artery.
Preliminary examination at the scene suggests 17 entry wounds.
OK. Print it. Take it.
Wait, Sarah, not you. Dave, you take it.
She's known you longer.
And, hey, hey, nice and calm, yeah?
Are you sure you really want this, yeah?
Palmer released?
I'm gonna get this fucker.
He killed one of us.
Come on, it's bollocks. He's just another dead body to you.
Don't give me that police solidarity thing. You didn't know Vic Perks.
Do we need a reason?
I know you when you get like this. And you better be sure you're right.
If you're lucky, they'll say no.
Charge Palmer.
Charge Palmer. Then bail him. He's out.
You got what you wanted.
You said Palmer would be at work by 9:30.
Well?
Are you sure you can trust Palmer?
No, I'm not, but he's not going anywhere.
For all he knows, his mate's watching him right now, just like we are.
So this is the safest place he can be.
You know how much this'll cost?
I could do all this with a pair of binoculars and a thermal vest.
- Your shoes, sir. - Marvellous.
They look good.
This had better fucking work.
Palmer's here.
At least he won't have to pay his phone bill.
So he calls Manchester. That'll be his sister, right?
Mm.
Oh, God! We've got ourselves a hoarder!
Christ! Some poor bastard's gonna have to log this lot.
So he calls the same number six times in the last week.
Five seconds, one second, two seconds, three seconds.
- Sarah? - Mm?
Vic Perks was calling Martin Palmer.
Palmer didn't just know about Vic. He set him up!
The psycho might have pulled the trigger but Palmer told him where to find him.
- Where is he now? - Still at the hotel.
- What was he doing calling Palmer? - We pulled a voice-mail.
If Vic did leave any messages, Palmer deleted them.
- Why don't we just go ask Palmer? - Cos I'm asking you!
We have a timeline.
'96 to '98, Perks was working CID Lewisham for two years,
while Martin Palmer was doing his GCSEs at Lovelock Road School.
That's good work. Well done.
Palmer was 14. Do we really think that psycho killed Perks,
because of something that happened at school?
- Well, he could have picked him up. - He didn't have a record.
He was 14. If he didn't have anything to charge him with,
it would have been wiped off the database by now.
- Why don't we just ask the fucker? - I will ask him, Dave!
But right now, we leave him where he is. Do you understand?
I've got 60 coppers on this.
And I don't want you or anybody else screwing it up.
We need both these guys. Not just Palmer.
Yeah, well, just call me if there's any movement. Do you understand?
Yeah, I'm at the school now. All right.
Martin Palmer, left us in '98.
Am I allowed to ask what this is about?
No. Sorry.
Thanks.
What does "TS" mean?
Oh, TS?
This letter here. It says TS. What does that mean?
It seems that our young Master Palmer got himself temporarily suspended.
Here it is. Just a week.
No reason given. It can't have been that awful.
What sort of things would get you suspended for a week, then?
Fighting. Maybe truancy. Smoking, of course.
What about this boy? He was suspended on the same day for two weeks.
Do you know him?
Leonard Bardsley. Len.
- Are you Bardsley? - Yeah.
DI Thorne. Miss Evans said I'd find you here.
I'm looking into a former pupil from here.
Martin Palmer. '93 to '98. You were in his year, yeah?
Year above. What, did he top himself like his mum?
- And would you care? - Not really.
There was an incident in '94. You were both suspended. What was that about?
We had a scrap, that's all.
It must have been a hell of a fight. Both suspended.
And one expelled.
Who was expelled?
There he is. Stuart fucking Nicklin.
Did Nicklin do that to you?
I knocked Palmer's teeth out.
Nicklin bit my fucking nose off.
- Why did he hit you? - He always hits me.
Not after today he won't. So what will you do for me?
So what will you do for me?
Stuart Nicklin. Look away, Martin. You never know who's watching.
Have you got him?
You can't find him, can you?
So where is he? How do I get him?
I don't know. He can't be found.
Other people have looked for him.
Other policemen.
Vic Perks, he was looking for Nicklin, was he?
He called me. Said he wanted to talk about Stuart.
He was waiting outside my house.
He asked me if I'd seen him.
And what did you say?
- Stuart was inside watching me. - Don't look at me!
- Then what? - I told him I'd meet him.
Somewhere we could talk. He said Greenwich.
But you didn't go, did you?
You told Stuart about him.
He saw me with him.
Why was Vic Perks looking for Nicklin? He hasn't got a criminal record.
You don't understand. I hadn't seen Stuart since we were kids.
So why did he come back?
It's Polish book. It's really creepy.
It's Polish porn!
It's not porn, it's poetry. It's Polish poetry.
Oi, Martin! Where are you going?
Jana loves her Polish porn, don't you, Jana?
He's such a weirdo! Look at how he walks.
Hello, Mart.
- Stuart. - It's been a while.
Where had he been?
It's not... He doesn't talk like that.
He says... He tells me what I have to do.
- What did he want? - You know what he wanted!
Come on, Martin. You don't do all this cos he beat up Bardsley for you.
Has he got something on you?
Do you know what it's like to be really scared of someone?
Just help me.
I want it to end.
I will help you, if you just keep doing what you're doing, all right?
Or you're on your own.
- Who are you? - I'm Karen.
So we've nothing on Stuart Nicklin between 1997 and now?
Nothing. He just disappeared.
No driving license, no bank details.
He must have changed his name, but Palmer can't help us with that.
- So he's been hiding somewhere? - Or planning something.
- Maybe he's been abroad. - We circulated his name.
Dental records from school via Interpol. Nothing back yet.
All right, darling, that's what we don't know. What do we know?
He's got a hold over Palmer and he's extremely violent.
So he may have been doing this for the past 13 years.
Well, Vic Perks retired 13 years ago, just after Nicklin did his disappearing act.
- Been through all his files? - That could take a month.
I want every scribbled bit of paper, every note he made,
every newspaper clipping, you go through his phone records.
Do you understand me?
- Dave, you go with her. - Sir?
Is this him?
Good as we'll get. It's a digital age-up of the primary school photo.
Good. I want this circulated, eh?
Get this out on the street.
Gotta bring him in.
Come on, then, Charlie! That's it! Come on!
He beats one man...
Hey, hey! What's going on?
He's... He's got the makings of a grand little player.
About as good as you were when you were his age.
I don't remember you playing football with me at eight o'clock at night.
- What's with the specs, eh? - We went to the cinema today.
Dad, I said not to take him out.
There's no harm done.
It's time for bed, all right? You can choose a story, yeah?
Charlie, come here. Come here.
I've got something for you.
It's a midnight feast.
Come on. Let me show you. Now, don't say anything to your uncle Tom.
Because... he'll want one for himself.
Now, where is it? Yes, here it is.
Now, then, that is for you.
What happened? Charlie! Hey! What's up, lad?
- What happened? - It were only a chocolate bar.
- Really? All right. Thanks. - Yeah, well?
They tested the chocolate bar from Karal's house. No prints. No DNA.
How does that make any sense?
He butchers Karal,
then he charges through the place looking for the boy.
Why didn't he kill him? I don't know.
He wiped it and then gave it to Charlie?
You didn't see him freak out when he saw it.
No chocolate wrapper at the Fiona Hutchinson killing.
Have you been down there? The wind off the river, it could be anywhere.
- What about Vic Perks? - Er... nothing yet.
What time's your detail of Palmer's flat?
2am. Graveyard shift.
Why don't you take a break, eh? Get some fresh air.
Thank you, sir.
Down at the tunnel where Vic Perks was discovered. See what you can find.
You all right with that? Want me to give Dave a call?
No... No problem.
What are you calling me out this time of night for?
How can somebody kill like this and leave no trace, huh?
I mean, no DNA, no prints, nothing.
You just shave your body, cover your hair, wear gloves.
Basic food hygiene stuff, you know.
We found all this at Vic Perks' house.
What is that? Every case he ever worked?
No, it's just one case.
Jesus.
Karen McMahon. Some girl that went missing.
- Who are you? - I'm Karen.
Hello? Oh, fuck, Dave!
Sorry!
Why are you here?
We didn't feel comfortable with you being out here by yourself.
- I don't need protection. - All right. How about some company?
I'm telling you, this is a waste of time.
Fucking Tom Thorne!
I'm not. Are you?
Teacher's pet!
Scared of a little competition, are you, Sarah?
You're not competition!
Oh, yeah?
That's funny,
cos I've just found his precious chocolate bar wrapper.
So Karen McMahon, this 14-year-old girl goes missing in 1997.
What's that got to do with this?
I don't know.
But it meant something to Vic.
Nicklin killed Vic Perks for a reason.
Something that Vic knew or saw.
Or Vic was another sad old copper with an obsession for killing.
Sounds like you're writing my obituary there, Phil.
Well, I need to get this back to Forensics.
And I've got half an hour to kill before I'm on at Palmer's.
Wanna get a quick drink?
Hm...
Maybe this isn't a good idea.
What's not?
Second interview with Martin Palmer.
August 28th, 1997. Present, DC Perks and DS Davis.
Tell us what you saw one more time, Martin.
I saw Karen get into a blue Vauxhall Cavalier.
Were you alone, or was Stuart Nicklin with you?
- I was on my own. - Really, Martin?
- Why are you covering for him? - I am not.
It's a bit of a coincidence, don't you think him not being around?
You know what he's capable of. Tell me what Stuart did to Karen.
I don't know!
Just stop covering for him, and tell me what he did to Karen!
I told you! How many more times?
Karen got into a blue Vauxhall Cavalier.
- And they never found her body? - No.
It's what Perks has been looking for all these years.
You think Nicklin killed her?
It's not too late to go and ask Palmer, is it?
Shit! It's gone two!
Sarah...
Don't you ever fucking knock?
DS Chen approaching Palmer's HA. Don't shoot.
You're late!
Piss off, Dev! I said I was running ten minutes late.
Hey, Mitch. Is he in there?
Thanks.
Taxpayer pizza, is it?
No. It's my money. I paid for it.
You can't smoke in here.
Smoke alarm.
Why are you looking at me?
Eat your pizza.
So is this what you do?
Sit around, stare at the wall waiting for the phone to ring?
It sounds as if you know what that's like.
We found your tears on Ruth Murray's face.
Do you cry on all of them?
I don't have to talk about it.
Oh.
Why not?
You must like doing it.
Too personal?
Why are you doing this?
I have no idea.
I'd like to go to bed now, please.
Mm.
Right.
Go and get me a coffee, would you, Mitch? A decent one.
- Get yourself one, too. - Oh, thanks.
He's asleep. I'll be fine.
She's nothing special!
We're the special ones! You and me. Why don't we just get rid of her?
You and me.
You let me down, Mart.
I tried.
You didn't tell me he was so little.
My hand was sweating. They caught me.
No, they didn't. I saw you.
I always knew you were chicken-shit, Mart, but...
I didn't think you'd sell me out.
No.
I thought blood was thicker.
I didn't... I didn't tell 'em anything.
This is their idea.
You told them about Vic Perks. That copper.
You told them my name.
Now they're all over me.
I knew told anyone your secrets, Mart.
I never told a soul.
But you...
You told them all about me.
Please!
Please what?
Please don't kill you?
Is that what you think?
Don't! Please, Stu.
Christ, Mart!
You really think I'd kill you?
After everything we've been through?
I am so sorry.
This isn't for you.
It's for her.
Let's fuck her up.
Let's fuck her up.
Control, this is Sarah Chen.
He's in the flat, armed. Repeat, in the flat.
Shit!
It's OK.
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah! Sarah, Sarah, Sarah!
He's gone, he's gone.
Sarah! What happened?
I- I-I went to the bathroom.
And he was pretending to be asleep. He was... He... He opened the door.
That's not true! She left it open!
Were you here on your own? Where the hell were you?
Come on. Sit down.
Did you see him? Sarah, did you get a look at him?
The fucker tried to kill me! He tried to kill me! That one!
- Shh. All right, all right. - No! I didn't! I didn't! Please!
All right! Shut up! I want this place locked down, all right?
You bring him out! He's coming with me!
Sarah, you're coming with us!
Get him out of here!
Tell me about Karen, Martin.
Karen McMahon. You told me about her.
I want answers, Martin! Do you understand me?
Karen's dead. She got into a car, and nobody ever saw her again.
Bollocks!
- Stop this, please! - Answer him!
Karen got into a blue Vauxhall Cavalier.
Don't fuck with me, Martin. Stuart Nicklin killed her, didn't he?
- Was she his first? - No. We met at the pond. The three of us.
What pond? Where?!
- Was she Stuart's girlfriend? - No.
Yours? Is that why he killed her? Cos he doesn't like sharing you?
Karen got into a blue Vauxhall Cavalier.
He killed her, didn't he? He killed them and you covered up for him. Why?
No, that's not true. She got in a car. Into a blue Vauxhall Cavalier.
You want him out there, cos he thinks he'll get you off the hook.
No! I'm not... That's not...
How did Nicklin get into that flat tonight?
- She let him in! - Don't fucking lie!
You knew he was coming, didn't you, eh?
You left that door open for him, because you'd planned it. Tell me!
Why are you letting him do this?
Don't fucking hurt me! Don't you fucking...!
Sarah, stop it!
- Sarah! - I hate you!
- Did they get him? - No.
Was this an accident?
Did Palmer do this?
He freaked out and I skidded off the road.
I have to report to Gold Group in two hours. It seems I'm getting a minder.
Tughan?
They need a safe pair of hands, which rules me out.
It was a good plan, Ruth. It drew Nicklin out.
Then we fucking well lost him!
- How? I released Palmer. - Palmer isn't the problem.
But he fucking well is now! D'you know what I think?
I think in some fucked up way, which I cannot even begin to comprehend,
this is what you want.
You wanted him out there.
Well, now you've got it.
Is there any news on Chen?
Yeah, she's been admitted for observation.
How close are you to her?
How do you mean?
Well, have you noticed anything about her, anything unusual, anything like that?
We've all been a bit edgy, boss,
but, I don't know, I haven't noticed anything in particular about DS Chen, no.
He's out there...
and you're never gonna get him.
You look like shit, Mart.
I thought you'd never get here.
Right, listen up.
There's been no sightings of either subject, but it's only been three hours.
Central 5000 have been cleared,
and are providing us with full incident support from Cobert Square, under our command.
TFL have given the Nicklin e-fit and Palmer's picture
to every tube worker and bus driver,
and we are pulling in all the feeds from the stations.
Well, get on with it!
Did you know he was a cokehead?
What?
Technical support turned up coke all over Palmer's bathroom.
You didn't mention that to Ruth when you persuaded her to let him out on the streets.
What's up, mate?
You don't look pleased to see me. What is it, Martin?
That copper... told me what happened.
Karen.
You know what happened to Karen.
He said you killed her.
He said you killed Karen.
What do you think?
Huh? You know the truth.
They're fucking... with my head.
- Everyone's telling me... - This is what they do, Martin.
They get inside your head. Chisel their way in and they try to break us.
And you always let 'em!
Just say it.
Say what?
Karen... Karen got into a blue Vauxhall Cavalier, August 27th, 1997.
Right here, 13 years ago, Martin. That's the truth, mate.
OK.
Every dead body that comes in from now on, it's my fault.
You took a gamble, it didn't come off.
If it came off every time, it wouldn't be a gamble.
He was the bait, Phil. Without him we've got nothing.
You know what - why don't you just throw yourself in?
I'm not sticking around listening to you whine.
When Tom Thorne shows up, tell him to give me a call.
How do I get Nicklin without Palmer, eh?
You know the answer to that, don't you?
Karen McMahon gets us Nicklin.
No one gives a toss about some girl that went missing 14 years ago, do they?
We've got every copper in London looking for these two.
Full technical, central 5,000, the lot.
You know it won't work. You'll never find them that way.
Karen McMahon gets us Nicklin.
Vic knew that too. He did - that's what got him killed.
We get to that, we get to Nicklin and Palmer.
So, what, you live rough?
Beg?
- Rough? - Yeah.
So, are you ready, Mart?
Are you ready to find out what it's like... to be Stu?
For fuck's sake, Dave!
So, were you gonna ignore me all day then?
- Listen, last night... - Guess what, Dave?
Last night was pretty busy and I gotta tell you, you weren't the most memorable part, OK?
Yeah, well...
We need to talk about all of that anyway.
Why, what's he said?
- Who, Thorne? - Uh-huh.
Nothing. Nothing. He said that Palmer freaked out, he lost control of the car.
I can't figure out why you were in the car in the first place.
- You'd just been attacked by the guy. - That's all he said?
Yeah. Why, what else is there?
Nothing. Nothing.
Look, come on.
- Sarah? Sarah? - Uh-huh?
Come here. Look at me. We need to talk.
Is this about you and me?
You and me?
Grow up, Dave.
How can you be sure?
Well, he's not here for the fucking boat race, is he?
Got a light?
Look, here, this is all Nicklin.
- That is still way too much ground to cover. - We don't have to cover all of it, do we?
Think about it, he was 15. He's not gonna bury someone under his patio, is he?
We gotta find somewhere where a young lad could dig a grave and not be seen,
and it stay undiscovered for the next 13 years.
It's not somewhere you're gonna walk your dog, like a park.
It's gotta be undeveloped land, like scrubland.
Yeah, spell it.
- Dave? - Hold on.
Listen, I want you to do a search on every bit of undeveloped land in this area.
Anything that might not have been touched in the last 13 years,
like scrubland or waste ground, OK?
All right.
All right?
Got it.
Is this it?
She's all yours, mate.
I don't want her on the job.
- Who? - Sarah Chen.
She's all right.
The doctor OK'd her. She had an option, she came back to work.
And we need all hands on deck to clear up your mess.
Trust me, she's not up to it.
Yeah, but it's not your call, is it?
Sir?
We've got a fresh one.
Whisky, Lima, 5-4-2-4-0...
Keep coming.
Mind yourself at the top here.
Claude Geitner, he's 42, he's a Swiss national.
He worked in the City.
His wife said he drove out at 6:45,
but we can't find the car, keys are missing.
- What about a phone? - Switched off.
But if it's used, we've got a lock on it.
- Is the vic one of ours? - Could be, yeah.
Characteristic excess - meaning his brain's been bashed to bone meal...
there's not much else to go on.
Tide's pretty much washed everything away.
- But it could be Nicklin, yeah? - Yeah. It's the right location.
So, they're back together again.
What do you wanna do now?
Sir! Wait.
Did we find anything at the crime scene?
You were in Palmer's bathroom when Nicklin got there, weren't you?
Yes.
Well, a tech report found coke all over the bathroom.
- Really? - Yeah, really,
and Palmer never snorted coke in his life.
So, you know what, you should just go home because you're no use to me.
You don't belong here, d'you understand?
Cos we would've had both those guys in custody if you hadn't been such a fuck-up!
Sir... Please!
I mean, you're really pissing me off, man!
You knew, didn't you?
- You knew and you didn't tell me. - What?
You knew she was using during the job, and you didn't tell me.
Yeah.
I hope she was a good fuck, Dave.
- How did you know? - I didn't.
- Outgoing call from Geitner's phone. - What?
Get a trace on it.
- Who are they calling? - Number's coming through now.
It's here. They're calling here.
Patch it through to my office.
And get me a location!
Hello.
- Martin... - Go, go, go. Go!
Martin?
Locking onto signal.
- Martin? - Yeah.
He's at the hotel.
It's the hotel, they're at the hotel!
Shit!
The girl from the reception desk only stopped screaming five minutes ago,
and she said it was Palmer.
- Just Palmer? - That's what she said.
It makes no sense. This has Nicklin written all over it.
But it's Palmer's turn, isn't it?
- And maybe he's learning. - Phil?
No, I'm at the hotel.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Kev, I need an hour.
What, with Phil Hendricks? Now?
Please.
It's all ours, Mart. Whatever we want, we just reach out and we take it.
Yeah? Cos they can't stop us now.
I'm fucking proud of you.
What you did today is fucking hardcore. Nice.
Yeah.
When I hit him, it was...
Can't find the words.
No need, mate, no need.
It's what I've been telling you all along, innit? Yeah.
Tell me about Karen.
Forensics got DNA off the chocolate wrapper from the Vic Perks murder.
- That was Nicklin's murder. - Yeah.
But it's got Martin Palmer's DNA all over it.
Palmer's. No one else's.
Karen got into...
- A blue Vauxhall Cavalier. - Yeah.
You killed her.
They're at each other's murders.
You think Nicklin was at the Bracher murder?
It makes sense.
I mean, Palmer may have done it, but Nicklin was pushing him on.
They can only kill when they're together.
- No! - You had one of them in custody.
Any one who can tell us that is dead, all right?
No, they're not.
Karen got into a blue...
Stop this!
Nicklin killed Karal. Palmer couldn't kill Charlie.
Tom... You have got to find out exactly what that kid saw.
Yeah.
No lies any more.
It's true.
Ahh!
I had to, mate.
I had to.
She was coming between us.
My mum said there used to be a big house up that hill.
- Really posh. - What happened to it?
Oh!
D'you wanna see her?
- Hey. - What's going on?
I've been trying to reach you.
Tell me, Dave. I'm on my own here.
They've done another.
Who?
- Our old friend, Sean Bracher. - Bracher?
Yeah. Live and online about 30 seconds after you walked out the door.
I didn't walk. He doesn't want me there.
Thorne will be coming for you next.
No, I'll be all right.
Right. Yeah, right.
Fucking boys' club!
Forget about this place for a bit. Sarah...
Sarah?
Shit!
Now, where is he?
- Can you see him anywhere? - No.
Shall we try his office?
OK, you wait here, Charlie. Won't be a minute.
- Hello. - Nice to see you.
I'm so glad you're doing this. Thank you.
What is all this about?
We just need a quick chat with the boy. It won't take long.
What can I get you - tea, biscuits, coffee?
Listen, help yourself, feel free. Do you want to use the phone? Ring Maureen if you like.
You don't know?
Maureen passed away two weeks ago.
I had no idea.
Seems like Tom didn't think to mention it.
Anyway...
Mummy?
Hello, Charlie.
My name's Kevin. Very nice to meet you.
This is Charlie's mummy, everybody.
Isn't she pretty?
We've been keeping this picture for you. Can I give it to you now?
Good boy.
Charlie?
Thanks, Kev.
Palmer, M.
Attempted murder, right?
Just there and there.
Cheers.
Hey, Charlie.
Shall we go and sit down, eh?
Tom.
Sorry.
Can I have a quick word?
- Can it wait? - No, no, it'll take seconds.
Just come here.
You didn't tell me that your mother had died.
- I've got... - All I've ever asked of you
is that you play straight with me, Tom. I think I deserve that.
With respect, it's none of your business.
Really?
It never occurred to you that it might've made a difference?
It doesn't affect my work, does it?
I meant to me.
I've gotta get on.
Hey.
I know you told me this before, I just wanna ask you again, OK.
I just want you to have another look at this man.
Are you sure you haven't seen him?
Are you sure?
What about this man, Charlie?
Did you see him at all?
Take your glasses off, come on.
Look at it closely.
Have you ever seen him before?
You said there was one man that night. You sure about that? Sure there wasn't two?
Were there two men or one?
- One, I already told you. - Yeah, I know.
You said you only saw one man, Charlie, but d'you think you could've heard two?
Did you hear two men talking?
When you were hiding,
when you were hiding, did you hear two men talking at all?
Calling to each other?
You sure? There could've been two different voices.
Tom... I think he's given you the best answer he can.
Are you tired?
Yeah, me too.
Let's go and see my dad, Charlie.
Come on!
- Where's the boss? - Uh...
- I dunno, why? What have you got? - We may have something.
A witness has come forward from the hotel.
Says she saw Palmer take Bracher's car.
Who was running the tracker?
Sarah Chen. Uh... I've got it.
Sir!
Sir! I think Sarah knows where they are.
You what?
Dad, will you just look after Charlie. Phil, stay with me dad, stay with me dad.
They're in Bracher's car. Sarah's got their tracker.
- I pinged her mobile. - She's still got the tracker?
- Yeah. She's gone after them. - What the fuck is she doing?
What do you think? She's trying to make it better.
Can I look at your glasses?
Do you know how they work? Shall I tell you?
Circulate this number, OK? I want everyone looking for DC Chen's car.
When we were at the film, did you take the glasses off and look at the screen?
What it is really, is two different pictures,
so that when you put the glasses on, it's a kind of trick. It plays with your eyes.
The two pictures kind of join up, and become one picture,
that looks as if it's right in front of you.
D'you see that?
Where was she when you last pinged her?
About two minutes ago, going northwest on Capstock Road.
- Where is that, show me. Show me! - There.
That's bang in the middle of the murder zone.
It's a dead end. Where does it go?
- Shit! Look where it leads to. - Scrubland.
I bet that's where Karen McMahon is buried. That's where they're going.
- She's right behind them. - Phil! Phil!
Stay here.
Oh!
Ah!
Martin! Martin!
This is the wrong place.
No, it isn't.
It didn't look anything like this.
Well, you went away, Mart. You left it. You didn't take care of it.
That's what happens when people forget things.
They rot.
They get lost.
They go under.
We're nearly there, Mart, look.
Don't you see? She's nothing special.
We're the special ones - you and me.
Why don't we just get rid of her?
Are you sure about this, Mart? We could just leave her be.
She won't mind.
Everything stays the same.
I wanna see her.
All right.
Oh! Oh!
Ah! Get off!
Get off of me, leave me alone!
Ow, Martin!
Get off of me now.
Get off, Martin!
Get off of me!
Don't touch me!
You think I want that with you?
Not in a million years. You're disgusting. I hate you.
- Don't touch me. - You're an idiot, Martin.
You're disgusting.
Never in a million years!
Backup are on their way, sir.
Let's get in here. Here!
Palmer talked about the pond. That's right in the middle.
Dave, you go that way, circle round, yeah?
Martin, what are you doing?
Put your hands up where I can see them.
Put your hands where I can see them.
Get up.
Slowly.
Put your hands on your head.
Do it!
Where's Nicklin?
Where is he?
Shit!
Phil! Phil, the pond was over here.
Karen's gotta be buried around here somewhere.
Tom!
- That's her. - Probably.
They can't be far. We've gotta find them.
I knew it. Not them, him.
This is Stuart Nicklin. Right here with Karen.
- Nicklin never killed anyone. - What are you talking about?
Martin Palmer killed Stuart Nicklin 13 years ago.
This is him, this is Stuart Nicklin.
Stuart was inside watching me.
He killed him, he took his personality. One man, two personalities...
one dominant aggressive, the other passive.
Do you know what it's like to be really scared of someone?
Martin Palmer needed Stuart Nicklin, so he became him.
Two, four. Lock me away for four.
As Nicklin, he was able to kill Karal. As Palmer he couldn't kill Charlie.
Vic Perks must have worked out Nicklin was dead.
- That's why Vic Perks went to meet him. - He went to meet Palmer, Nicklin showed up.
Shit, Sarah!
Where is he?
Call him.
Stuart.
Oh!
Martin.
Martin...
This isn't you.
I know you couldn't kill Charlie...
and you don't want to hurt me.
It's been Nicklin making you do all this.
Always somebody else's fault... isn't it, Detective Chen?
Why are you doing this?
I have absolutely no idea.
Please, please.
Please, Martin.
Stay there.
It's OK. It's OK.
Come on, Martin, just drop the gun and then we can talk.
Talked to you already.
I asked you to protect me.
You didn't listen.
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
You're sorry?
You said you'd help me. You promised.
I was just bait.
All this.
This is all your fault.
Yes, it is. It is.
And I'll always live with that, yeah? So...
You're gonna have to.
Sarah, no!
He looks happy enough, doesn't he?
I think he is.
It'll take time.
Yeah.
We don't think it's a good idea for you to see him any more.
- No, no. - For now, anyway.
Maybe in the future, we'll see.
Yeah.
Thanks a lot.
- Are you all right, son? - Hm?
Here.
He'll survive.
Kids can grow through stuff you wouldn't believe.
Yeah.
It'll all come right in the end.
You're an optimist, aren't you, Dad?
Well, someone has to be.
I mean... you can't go through life fearing the worst,
thinking there's gonna be something coming around the corner, knocking you down, can you?
You can't go through life thinking like that...
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