All language subtitles for Wire In The Blood - 2x01 - Still She Cries الحلقة الاولي

Road ahead now closed.

Your passage is secure and clear.

Repeat: passage is
secure and clear. Over.

Proceed from hotel.

Surveillance still required.

No unwanted visitors. Over.

I thought we were meant
to keep them to ourselves.

Tony asked if she could come.

She's one of his students.

She's been helping him out
academically with Maggie.

Yeah, I'm sure she has.

So far it's all been theory, Laura.

This is where we come
face to face with our crime.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Take your time.

And just tell us
as you remember it.

I'll try.

We pulled in off the road.

I liked to take them for a picnic.

Tony.

Are you sure this is
a good idea?

Tony. Who's that girl?

Oh, no. It's my fault. It's my mistake.

I should never have put
you in that position.

Is this coming from the police?

They don't want me there?

Do they know how much I've
been helping you with this case?

No, not the police.

I should never have let you
anywhere near my patient.

I mean, it's taken Maggie
five years to tell me

where she's buried the bodies,
five years of her believing

her world revolves around me.

And your presence
almost destroyed that.

Her victims are on that hillside.

And I owe it to them
and their families

not to make such a stupid mistake.

Stupid. Well, it's
nothing personal, Laura.

You still have access to the
tapes and files for your Ph.D.

and I'm happy to talk
about the case with you.

But it was a mistake to
let you physically near it.

Well, I guess it wasn't all bad.

Today, I met my first killer.

No, "patient".

Ah, possible sighting
of Mica Van Marten

on a train near Swindon.

- We're checking it.
- Someone actually heard our appeal?

Oh, I'm not sure it's
completely reliable.

Elderly man, he's not
certain of her hair color.

So he saw a young woman?

- Exactly.
- Case can't

just dry up like this.

Well, unless she did
just go back to Holland.

Well, then, why was her
mobile phone found smashed up?

No, no, if she was in
Holland, we'd know about it.

You're fond of nurses, Kevin

go back over all the
statements of her colleagues,

then do the bus drivers.
Anything you're not happy with,

re-interview them.

Paula, concentrate
on friends and family.

Someone must have seen something,

even if they don't know
what that something is.

Carol!

The woman is an attention seeker.

How has it taken her five years
to remember where she buried them?

Well, Dr. Hill believes
it's all bound up

with her acceptance
of what's she's done.

Does he?

Has she actually pinpointed
any precise locations?

The aim is to give the families
the bodies of their children.

In four days, has she come
up with anything concrete?

- No.
- Then get her off that hillside.

If she wants to remember, she can
do so in the comfort of her cell,

not at the expense of our reputation.

I'm not quite sure. Perhaps
it was further down the ridge.

We've dug there.

When we talked, you mentioned a
small depression in the ground.

- You said there were trees.
- Yes. Yes, I did.

A depression and trees.

- It'll have to wait till tomorrow.
- Stand everyone down, Don,

we're calling off the search.

- When?
- Now.

We could still be here next year

without something
more concrete to go on.

We don't have that kind of time.

Come on, love.

What haunts me most
are the legs and eyes.

The more I held the nose and mouth shut,

the more they kicked, the
more their eyes stared,

bulging, pleading for help.

- Where did you kill them?
- We had pulled off the road

by some crags.

I led them up a track.

You don't mind?

No.

And I'm-I'm returning your book.

Are you okay?

They called the search off.

- No bodies.
- Were you in the right place?

Oh, yes. it's just the
exact locations are required.

It happens.

Sorry.

I'm heading up to the
bar, if you fancy a drink.

No, uh, I, uh...

Now look around you.

- What do you see?
- There's a hill.

- Some trees.
- Where?

On your right?
On your left?

- Hattie.
- At last!

- Sorry I'm late.
- You're buying.

See ya!

What haunts me most
are the legs and eyes.

The more I held the nose and mouth shut,

the more they kicked.
The more their eyes stared,

bulging, pleading for help.

- Where did you kill them?
- I led them up a track.

Now look around you.

- What do you see?
- There's a hill.

- Some trees.
- Where?

- On your right? On your left?
- My right.

Stand everyone down, Don.
We're calling off the search.

We were in the right place!

I have to go.
I've got to be in early.

Yep, me too.

Yeah, I have to beg off.

- Talk to you in the morning?
- What do you think?

Do you want a lift?

Come on, guys, someone's
gotta keep me company!

Hi, Nelson.

Didn't you make Mummy any supper?

No?

We'll have to trade you in, mate.

No, it'll be here any minute.

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

Love you!

Hattie!

Ok!

- Hi, Luke.
- What is it with Hattie?

I've been calling all morning.

Typical.

She'll still be in bed.

She rang last night, said
she was on her way here.

DS Merrick.

Yeah, of course I remember you.

Say again?

It was just pushed through
the door overnight.

Well, it might not be anything
to do with us.

Have we got a sample of
Mica Van Marten's hair?

Yes, we do.

What is it?

That girl of Tony's.

I was at home, preparing
for my math tutorial.

When Hattie called, it was
just all the usual stuff.

You know, where she'd been,
who she was with,

when she'd see me.

She was a bit pissed, but it's
not like her to go missing.

Nothing to indicate that
she was unhappy in any way?

No.

You were with her.
How did she seem?

Just her usual self.

I left early and she
was going to follow.

I think something awful has happened.

It seems she left the
union bar at 11:20.

She made a call on the mobile to
her boyfriend from 11:21 to 11:31.

And she wasn't at the bus stop
when the bus passed by at...

11:35.

Four minutes to disappear.

Don's upstairs talking to her
boyfriend and her housemate.

- Do you wanna ...?
- No, I'll read it all later.

Carol Jordan.

Right. Thanks.

They've just found her mobile

in the undergrowth near the bus stop.

- Mica Van Marten.
- Yep.

Paula's with the parents.
Let them know, will you?

They need to hear this from
us, not the ten o'clock news.

What haunts me most
are the legs and eyes.

The more I held the
nose and mouth shut,

the more they kicked! The
more their eyes stared!

Bulging, pleading for help!

Uh, yes, this is Tony Hill.

I'm too busy to come
to the phone right now,

but do leave a message.

Tony, hi, it's me. Are you
there and just not talking to us?

No, maybe you're out.

Listen, we need your advice on
something. Can you give me a call?

If we're going to convince the
police, we need to be more specific.

I'm trying, Tony, really, I'm trying.

They came again last
night, all five of them.

Through the wall. Through the ceiling.

Okay, Maggie. Maggie.

Try to use it as a trigger to remember.

But when you kill someone,
you're in this other place.

A rush, a focus on the task,

and you want it to be so
perfect, but it never can be.

It as though the outside
world doesn't exist.

Just this indelible bond being
created between two people.

I know what I did, Tony.

I just don't know where.

It's definitely Hattie's hair.

And what does Tony Hill think?

He hasn't returned our calls yet.

Well, get him in.

We've got two missing women.

If this turns into a ransom demand,

we need to know which buttons to press.

And if it's the same person
that's taken Hattie Davis,

what the hell have they
done with Mica Van Marten?

Do we have the fingerprints
back on the envelope?

- Uh, not yet.
- You chase it,

and get Forensics to check
if there was any DNA on it.

Hopefully it was licked
before it was stuck down.

Don, any other similarities
in their movements?

Don.

Yeah?

Either wake up or get out.
That goes for everyone.

Right now, I'm finding it hard

to separate the academic
from the personal.

I mean, she's missing.

And there I am
listening to your patient

reveling in the
details of her murders.

Do you...

do you do this every day?

Well, it's easier for me
to stay detached, Laura.

If I had just stayed a bit longer,

she wouldn't have
become a random victim.

We don't know that she is.

Yeah?

Don't you listen to your messages?

Ah, sorry.

You live in chaos.

I suppose you've heard.

- I'll come back.
- No!

No, you know each other. Don't you?

Laura Webster, one of my post-grads.

Laura, Det. Inspector Carol Jordan.

We've not been introduced.

No.

Can I have a word?

- I think we're done.
- You have news on Hattie?

We're doing everything
we can to find her.

- You're here for a reason.
- Dr. Hill advises us

on loads of other cases.

Of course he does.

Is it about Hattie Davis?

Yes.

What have you got?

A lock of hair in a white envelope.

- Just hair?
- Yeah, no note,

no indication of whose
hair it was, just hair.

It's compatible with Hattie's.

Any contact made after Mica
Van Marten went missing?

No, but we also found her
smashed-up mobile phone.

Apart from that, we don't
know what happened to her.

But they've not made any attempt

to show that someone had her.

There was nothing
else left at the scene.

So this contact is a departure,

less than twenty-four hours
after Hattie went missing.

What else can you
tell me about Mica?

What other similarities are there,
apart from the smashed mobile phone?

More or less the
same age as Hattie.

A Dutch student nurse

over here on European
scholarship.

Until Hattie's disappearance,

I had no other
evidence to encourage

a bigger hunt for her.

If it hadn't been for the Dutch
authorities getting involved,

winding Brandon up,
I wouldn't have even

been able to launch her appeal.

Not that it got us anywhere.

And now this: another girl and
another smashed-up mobile phone,

and an envelope full of
human hair. What does it mean?

Well, they want your attention.

They want you to
know they have her.

The envelope's handwritten.

It's not typed or from a computer.

Question is, was that because

there was no other
method available?

Which would indicate
level of intelligence or

a man with disposable income.

Or, was it a conscious
decision to write by hand?

- If it was, it's more serious.
- Why is that more serious?

"I'm sending you something by which

"I know you can identify
me, yet I still send it."

Makes the person who's done this
confident they won't be caught.

Also makes them arrogant.

No explanation; they expect you to know.

So I think they'll either
increase contact or abduct again.

Is this linked to
Mica Van Marten?

It's likely to be, yeah.

Mica could have been a dummy run.

"Am I capable of doing this?"

Yes.

So now I'm gonna do it again."

What's he done with Mica?
Is she still being held?

We've just had the envelope
back from the fingerprint boys.

Anything useful?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

As you can see, there's no prints

at all on the outside
of the envelope, but...

whoever it is has gone to
the trouble of slicing it open

and then resealing the edges.

Because on the inside...

- Sick.
- Whose prints are they?

- Hattie's.
- Yeah.

- What is that about?
- I LOVE YOU

"I LOVE"

She's dead.

Mica as well.

How do you know they're dead?

Because of the level of control
this person likes to exercise.

Making Hattie imprint "I love you"
amounts to a final expression...

A last will and testament, if you like.

That was something
that was denied to Mica.

And if Mica followed the
same pattern as Hattie,

then she died within
twenty-four hours

of her abduction as well.

You were looking for a missing person.

You should be looking for her body.

Our killer likes to control
their victims' actions

and what's now apparent is the way
they're trying to control yours.

There's no ransom demand,
merely the arrival of the hair.

So you work it out, you
look for the message.

They know you'll find it,
which is what they want.

Because the hair, that makes it a game.

The hair?

Could have been a finger or an ear,

but hair is easier, it
doesn't form on the body.

And by its nature, it's dead already.

At least it proves our
killer's not a mutilator,

likes to keep the body whole.

Probably because they're still
having a relationship with it.

You said it was a game?

They want you to believe
that Hattie's still alive.

Isn't it possible she still is?

Yes, it's possible.

But she isn't.

In this sort of game with this sort
of person, there's only one outcome.

It's a game you can never win.

They load the dice against you.

The prize is that
Hattie's returned alive,

but she can't be, she's dead.

Probably at the moment,
our killer lost control,

so how do they regain it?

They string you along.

They make the rules so
complicated, you can only fail,

and when you fail,
Hattie's body's returned

and it's your fault she died.

Oh, and then they go and do it again.

Until?

Until they prove how clever they are.

This is one huge gauntlet, which says:

"Are you good enough to catch me?"

Tony suggests we speak

to this person directly
through the media.

Yeah.

In a small way, you
need to flatter them.

Feed their ego;
it's what they want.

And what you want is for
them to come back to you.

Because in cases
like these, the more

contact you have, the more
they reveal about themselves.

We just want her back.

Please, just think what
you're doing and let her go.

And the detective leading the hunt
for Hattie issued this statement:

We believe that Hattie may be being

held against her will.

I would appeal to
anyone with information

that could lead to Hattie
being released unharmed

to contact us urgently.

We will do anything we can to secure...

- Tony.
- ...her safe return

to her family.

We're waiting for your call.

...to contact us urgently.

We will do anything we can

to secure her safe retu...

"DI Jordan."

"DI Carol Jordan."

"Carol."

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Tony Hill.

Tony? Tony, are you okay?

What? Yeah.

Just been attacked
by some molten cheese.

How's it going, Carol?

No. It's me. Laura.

Laura? Oh, Laura! Hi.

Thanks for coming over.

I know she's dead.

I saw the appeal.

If you thought she was still alive,

you'd be talking to him like you
were standing on a window ledge,

begging him not to jump.

But you didn't.

You're saying how clever they are.

You're saying contact us;
you're not saying give her back.

I can't discuss it,
Laura, you know that.

I know.

She's my friend.

Then don't give up hope.

You work quite a lot with Carol, don't you?

Yeah, we've got a professional
working relationship.

Which both of you wishes
would develop further.

Where do you get that?
Is it in the case notes?

Kind of. It's between the lines.

Can I see Hattie's room?

Uh, yes, this is Tony Hill.

I can't take your call at the minute,

but please leave a message
after the annoying noise.

They're coming for me, Tony,

and I haven't told
you where to find them!

You've got to find them, Tony,
or they'll never leave me alone!

Please, Tony, what do I do?

It's weird being here without her.

It already feels full of ghosts.

I'll get coffee.

Well, I was out of milk.

Do you mind if we don't stay in here?

No, of course not.

No! No! Get away from me!

No! No! Get away from me!

No! No! Get away from me!

I don't want you near
me! I don't want you!

Oh, I see you've moved
on to Meadowcroft.

Spiked jars of baby food in

supermarkets with broken glass.

Previous employee with a
grudge for unfair dismissal.

- Laura.
- It's all right, nothing.

Look, you don't have to stay here.

I do.

Where is she?

And I can't even help her.

No. I should go.

- I shouldn't be here.
- What?

Thanks for the wine.

Between the lines? Between the lines.

Carol's just a friend,

like you, Laura.

You are a friend.

Got it! The grid
reference corresponds

to a public phone box
in Douthwaite Park.

Right. Get down there,
Kev. Keep an eye on it.

I want the registration
numbers of all

the cars that use that parade of shops

and a detailed description of
anyone that uses the phone box.

And on your way past,
tell Brandon's secretary

I want to apply to the home office.

We need that phone box bugged.

Advert in the personals section,

I have to be at grid
reference at 16:30.

It's a phone box.

- "Jordan."
- Yeah, I know, I've already read it.

No, no, no, it's personalized.

Before on the envelope, it was
"Bradfield Police," but now it's "Jordan".

Well, maybe it's to fit in
with the personals section.

They're singling you out.

Asking you to come along
"without your friends."

Don't you think I should?

Looks like the game's started, Carol.

Tony's right. What if this
guy tries to abduct you?

Your call.

I'm in.

16:29.

- Anything unusual?
- No, it looks quiet.

Now, don't forget, this person's
not going to give you long.

Just keep it unemotional, Carol,

and repeat the
instructions they give you.

That way, if you get
anything wrong, he'll comment.

Oh, sorry. Thank you.

Here we go. 1...

Two...

Carol Jordan.

Carol Jordan.

Carol Jordan!

Bastard.

That's what it's all about,
Carol... leading you on, frustrating you.

Well, that doesn't make
it any bloody easier.

We've got a trace
on the call: another

call box on the other
side of Douthwaite Park.

I've got some uniform boys going
over there now to seal it off.

Tony.

Well, that's it. Game over.

I knew I should have gone alone.

"Jordan, I wanted you alone.
You lost."

- No one listened to me.
- Makes no difference.

You were his excuse, Carol.

"I thought I could trust you.

"I had to let sweet Hattie go.

"She left me on the Main
Bradfield to Harbor Road...

"the B7849.

"Fifty meters past the S-bend.

"An entrance to a farm ten
meters on the left, a gate.

"Follow a fence on your left to the
end and turn right, into the field.

"Thirty paces ahead of you."

Thirty paces, yeah?

Oh, God, no.

Hattie.

Over here.

It's, uh, it's another body.

The most recent victim has
been dead for about four days.

Been in this location for the last two.

Death was caused by blunt trauma

to the back of the head.

Not strangled? Not asphyxiated?

No, no, definitely not.

However, I'll have a better idea
of the instrument used later on.

So Hattie was killed soon
after she was abducted?

Yes.

The other victim died in the same way.

Difficult to say when she died.

Her core temperature indicates
she's been kept in a freezer.

Why would he keep Mica like that?

Because they want to possess her.

Can still have a relationship with her.

He'd abducted them;
he was never going to let them go.

This is a person who
enjoys exerting control.

He's full of self-confidence.

Arrogant, scared of nothing and
no one, but isn't it interesting

that at the final moment
with Hattie and Mica,

he's not...

brave enough to face the victim?

They've manipulated them in all
sorts of ways, but at the end,

they don't want them
to know death's coming.

I think underneath this bravado,

our person has very
low self-esteem.

I need to see that note again.

Yeah.

Oh, and by the way, if
there's no semen on the bodies,

check the grass.

"I let sweet Hattie go."

Implying mutual consent, no harm.

"I was looking after
her, caring for her."

See the relationship?

"She was safe with me."

"Safe with me."

Till he whacks her on
the back of the head.

This person enjoys the
control of the abduction,

the incarceration,
and later on, the body.

But what they don't like is the
death, and for that, they blame you.

"It's your fault
I had to kill her."

So they're randomly
preying on women

at bus stops?

No, this person likes control.

Random could go wrong.

Mica and Hattie were
watched, observed, and chosen.

But I don't understand is this doll.

It's a manifestation of an
adult rather than a baby.

So this person has never had a

normal relationship with a woman.

The doll have the same
injuries as Mica and Hattie?

Yeah, back of its head was painted red.

- Can I take this?
- Yep.

"Jordan, 8 Larumere House,
Durkan Street, Bradfield, BF22IC

"IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU

"THE MORE I WATCH YOU

"THE MORE FASCINATING YOU BECOME

"PAY ATTENSION TO WHAT I SAY

"OR I CANT BE ANSWERABLE
TO THE CONSEQUENCES

"DO WHAT I SAY NEXT TIME

"ILL SHOW YOU HOW GOOD I CAN BE"

What does it say?

Basically, it says, "I
know where you live."

- You okay?
- Yeah, fine.

I've had worse, mainly
from ex-boyfriends. Here.

They've spelled some words wrong.

"The more I watch you, the
more fascinating you become."

Could be deliberate.

See here? They've
spelled "attention" wrong,

but remembered to put
the "c" in "fascinating."

Which, if it is, is
someone trying to hide?

Or mask their true intelligence.

Am I being watched?

Or is someone just
trying to get to me?

"Just do what I say.
Next time

"I'll show you how good I can be."

Could have got your
address anywhere. This is

a "treat me with respect" letter.

It's nerves.

They're going to take
another victim, aren't they?

You're sure you
don't want me to stay?

No, thanks.

I feel much better for
you having come over.

I wanted to apologize
for the other night.

You've got nothing to
apologize for, Laura.

I just didn't want you
to get the idea that...

Laura, I didn't get any idea.

I need to see Maggie.

This is an awful time for you.

Look, I thought you...

Carol.

I see. Can we do this later?

- Yeah.
- What is it you know?

Laura, I can't.

Carol.

How did she die?

Whenever you're ready.

I'll do it.

No. No, the faces are coming again.

I don't know how much
of this I can stand.

Ok.

Maggie.

I'm here.

Leave it with me, I'll...

I'll talk to the police again, ok?

You will come back, won't you?

You won't just leave me here?

Tomorrow.

I think he is masking his intelligence.

Well, what's his real I.Q.?

Difficult to tell.
Note's not long enough.

Do you wanna fuck me?

Where do you wanna go?

Carol, I really need to speak
to you about Maggie Thomas.

Yeah, I know, but not right now.

I've got to get back into the
office. Furnam wants to see me.

Wait a second.

- What is it?
- Just stay on the line.

Carol?

Carol?

I'm still alive. It was the cat.

Bloody cat.

There's a complete absence
of semen on the body.

Did you find any on the grass?

No, not yet.

Both had restraint marks
on the wrists and ankles.

But not rope, something
less flexible. Cable?

Both had objects inserted
anally after death.

The fatal injury in both cases

was caused by a piece of wood.

Splinters in each
skull seem to match.

No semen.

Using an implement.

Asserting domination.

A woman?

Your name, what is it? I'm Laura.

I'll write it for you.

T.

O.

- Tom?
- Just wait.

N.

- Tony.
- Yeah, yeah.

Screw me.

It's okay, Tony. Honestly.
Honestly, it's fine.

Wh-wh-what's the matter?
You don't...

Why did he choose you?

Hattie.

Mica.

What made you so vulnerable?

I need to see you.

Laura.

What's going on?

It's...

I don't know.

It's hard to explain.

Just checking you got back okay.

Thanks, Don.

Carol Jordan.

Do you want to wait here?

What, another abduction?

No. Um,

I need you to put this paper suit on.

- Sorry?
- I also want

the clothes you
were wearing tonight.

Carol, what's going on?

A complaint of rape's
been made against you.

I have to arrest you.

The doctor's ready for him.

This has got to be done like
any other complaint, ok?

And open.

Thank you.

I also need a swab from your penis.

Seen her yet?

Heavy bruising around the wrists,
biceps, scratches around her thighs.

Looks like skin
underneath her nails.

And we found a trace of
semen on her clothing. So,

soon as we match up
the DNA from his mouth

and the seminal fluid, it
should be straightforward.

Soon as you can.

I need to shower. I
want to wash him off me.

When we're certain the
doctor has finished with you.

What really happened, Laura?

I knew you wouldn't believe me.

We want to hear your side of it.

No, you don't.

You just want to believe
your precious Tony.

Well, this is what he does.

- But you wouldn't know, wouldn't you?
- Just answer the question, Laura.

What happened?

This happened!

And this! And this!

You don't know him.

- She came to my house.
- You invited her?

He said he wanted to discuss work.

- No, I didn't.
- Did you ask her to leave?

It's the only thing
he's comfortable with.

Nothing he could have mistaken
for foreplay or arousal?

Maybe that's what he gets off on.

She kissed me. I said no.

I was telling him to stop.

Then she got angry and attacked me.

Because you wouldn't kiss her?

He forced me onto the floor.

She was scratching, fighting.

I was trying to defend myself.

I was trying to get
her out of the house.

- He was pulling my jeans down.
- And then you raped her?

- Did he penetrate you?
- No.

He was using his fingers...

luckily, he's not very
skillful in that department.

I didn't do it.

And I don't know why she's saying I did.

Really?

Well, I thought you were
a psychologist, Tony.

Do you think Tony assaulted her?

I think it's best we
wait for the DNA result.

Ok!

Kevin, Don, so what type
of rapist am I, then?

Which of Groth's
profiles do I fit into?

Tony, I don't care about that.

Am I sexually stimulated
by pain and suffering?

Did I use a knife?

Was my victim a stranger?
I don't think so.

Tony, we are not interested in
theory. What we want is facts.

Oh, come on! Was it a blitz attack?

Did it come from the bushes?
Was she older than me?

Did I use my fists? Did I
punch her in the stomach?

Am I a prowler?

Did I apologize afterwards?

Now, you'd hardly call me
body-conscious, now, would you?

What are you trying to prove?

That I'm not a rapist, Don!

Ask her what language I
used. Did I call her a bitch?

Or did I just ask if she was cold?

Interview suspended 01:30 hours.

In fact, if I did rape her, then

you need to question me about
the murders of Mica and Hattie.

Sometimes trying to be clever
is really pretty stupid.

That's it.

All the time, I've
been thinking killers.

Should have been thinking rapists.

This isn't primarily about death.

He only showed us the bodies
when we couldn't find the girls.

We played his game.
We couldn't win.

He had to help her.

He evolved to Hattie after Mica.

But before Mica, before Mica,
he would have raped others.

Abduction was the next step.

We find the rapist, we find the killer.

Did they suffer anal penetration?

Don, Kevin, come on! I
need to know the injuries.

Okay, Tony, which is he?

Power assertive or
power reassurance?

Anger retaliatory or anger excitation?

Yeah, it's bits of each.

19 to 25, 30 at the oldest.

Deals in measurements for a living.

What the hell happened?

Tell me he didn't do it.

I wish I could, sir.

We've taken the relevant samples,

but something definitely
happened.

And how are you?

We found semen on the grass at
the dump site, like Tony thought.

We'll have a DNA profile of
the killer during the morning.

Low self-esteem.

Angry towards women and authority.

The death, power reassurance.

The control is power assertive.

Presents false images to women.

Comes across as confident.

But underneath...

...totally inadequate.

Maggie.

No!

Yes, I need to see someone.

Yes. Oh, thank you, yes.

I need to see a patient
today. Ask DI Jordan.

Can you do that for me?

Did you hear me?

Tony...

I know where they are.

Breakfast?

He will come.

He will come.

He will come.

He will come.

All right, let's go back over the
statements of those closest to the victims.

Luke, Hattie's boyfriend,
was he at home that night?

He's a math student.

We're looking for someone
who's precise with measurements,

19 to 30 years of age,
concentrate on rapists.

Oh, how very nice
of you to join us.

I have to see Maggie Thomas!

Don't you understand?

Nobody's heard from him.

Do you want me to get one of
the house doctors to see you?

No.

I needed Tony.

You have to send her a message.

She won't cope without me.

Her name is Maggie Thomas!

Bradfield Psychiatric Hospital.

At least you gave me a way
out of this nightmare, Tony.

- This it?
- DNA profiles from Tony

and of the semen found on
Laura and near the bodies.

Thank you.

It matches.

- Tony raped her?
- No.

His DNA is totally different
from the semen found on Laura

and that found near the bodies.

I thought you said we had a match.

Yeah, we do...

the semen found near the bodies

is identical to the
semen found on Laura.

She screwed the killer,

or he screwed her.

The guy you're looking for
could have been done for fraud.

Tony!

Well, what the hell did
you think you're playing at?

Surely it occurred to you
we'd find out the truth

- sooner or later.
- He attacked me!

He tried to rape me!

- It wasn't his sperm, Laura.
- It was Tony.

Who was he? Who did you sleep with?

- Tony.
- No, no, no!

Who did you have before crying rape?

- Tony.
- This isn't going to work, Laura.

- Who was he?
- What does it matter to you?

Understand me, Laura.
This isn't about Tony Hill.

The semen on your jeans
was from the man who killed

Mica van Marten and
your friend Hattie.

Yeah, you shared a bed with a killer.

You don't know how lucky you are.
You're the only living witness.

Now, until we catch him, you are
doing everything you can to help me.

I want every detail... what he
looked like, what he sounded like,

what he said and how he said it.

And then we'll worry about charging
you with wasting police time.

He said his name was Tony.

Oh, hell.

Oh, no.

No.

What is it?

It's a map.

She remembered where
she buried the children.

I'm really sorry about Maggie.

Really?

I thought it was the
police's view that maybe

she got what she deserved.

If you had listened
to me earlier, Carol,

- she might still be alive.
- Cut the crap.

I put teams of officers on that
hillside because I listened to you.

Don't you remember?

You were probably too busy paying
too much attention to Laura.

Well, come on. Share
some of the responsibility

for what's happened to you.

I know you're not very aware when
it comes to women, but really.

I would have thought even
you would have seen that.

- Are you finished?
- No.

She's given us a description.
I still need your help.

Please?

Tony, isn't there even a little piece
if he gets angry about what she did?

You know, if we hadn't
got that DNA match,

this could have
dragged on for months.

It could have finished you,
ended your career, your life.

But it didn't.

You should never have
let her get involved.

But I did.

Yeah, and now, in the meantime,

for all we know, that man's out

there targeting his next victim,
and we haven't been on it,

because we've been here,
pissing around with her and you.

But he doesn't know that.

This isn't Laura's fault.

She just lost her best friend.

She was trying to get over it.

She was obviously drunk.

She could barely stand up by
the time she got to my house.

Felt ashamed and had to find a way

to explain her actions to herself.

And she found me.

It is a good thing that this happened.

We've got an eyewitness
who can identify the killer.

He didn't kill Laura, and when
we figure out why he didn't,

we've got our best chance
yet of catching him.

- Three good things that have come out of this.
- Oh, come on!

And you're not the one
who spent a night in jail!

She slept with the killer
and she knows she did.

Now, wouldn't you rather be
anyone other than Laura right now?

Okay, okay. I'll be
nice to your little girl.

Now, are you going to honor
us with your gargantuan brain?

Would you describe him as being
body-conscious or overtly macho?

No, he was a regular guy.

Oh, yeah, right. This guy's
in total conflict, Carol.

He's a mixture of types.

After he ejaculated,
what was his attitude?

Afterwards... was he apologetic?
Was he angry? Violent?

Was it your fault?
Did he call you names?

- He ran away.
- Doesn't make sense, so...

I mean, for him, running away
would be a reaction to resistance.

Were you resisting?

He was playing this game.

Of course.

He turned me over.

So she wasn't facing him.

He used his finger.

And he wrote it with that.

Where have we seen that before, Carol?

He was going to kill me, wasn't he, Tony?

What happened?
Why didn't he?

Why didn't he kill me?!

I'm so sorry, Tony. Please help me.

Are you there, Tony?

Because you took away his control.

He resisted.

He takes on other personas so

so he doesn't have to be himself;

that's what he can't be.

He can only function
by playing games.

Dominates and controls as
another person, but when he kills,

he has to be himself,
and he doesn't like it.

He can't face it.

And after death, his
inadequacies don't matter;

he can masturbate,
looking at the bodies,

thinking of the good times
he had being another person.

But, Laura, you took control.

You made him do something
he'd never done before,

which he just couldn't handle.

You made him ejaculate.

I kissed him.

That kiss saved your life.

Okay, everyone.

He's mid: to late 20s, 5'5 " to 5'8".

Dark hair,

reasonably good-looking,
southern accent.

We know from the two victims
that he can get through security.

He has access passes...

Either through his job or
he's skilled at getting them.

In his day-to-day existence,
this man deals with measurements.

It's usual for him to be precise.

Tony believes he may
have a history of fraud,

as well as sexual offenses.

This man's rapist typography

is based on presenting
false images to women.

He's happier pretending
to be other people.

He's totally inadequate
being himself.

It's unlikely he's a student...

He underachieved.

Instead, he takes on
other personalities:

a doctor, nurse, lecturer, student.

And he's good.

He's better at being other people
than he is at being himself.

And it's this believability that gives
him the opportunity to abduct...

...rape, and kill.

And when he kills, he reverts
to being his inadequate self.

Piece of wood across
the back of the head.

Now, rapists usually re-offend on

the cycle of a biological clock.

Each offense satisfies the urge.

But if, after his experience with Laura,

he felt sexually ashamed...

...then he could strike
again almost immediately.

Why hasn't he been in touch
or contact with Carol again?

I thought that was his game.

It is, Don.

He just hasn't got himself
a victim to play us with.

I thought you said you had a car.

Did I?

He's beginning to make mistakes.

Having sex with Laura
without his other self,

was big mistake.

Yeah, but there's no
comfort for us in that.

You know the awful thing
about cases like these?

Only by having more victims

do we increase our
chances of catching him.

We don't have a choice; it's
a risk we've got to take.

We just have to make sure we
get to him before he kills again.

We've pulled out a
suspect list of 74 names.

Age range, previous
convictions, and employment type.

Well, with this, his DNA,
and an accurate description,

hopefully that won't be too long.

- Carol Jordan.
- Jor-dan it's me.

You haven't taken me seriously.

How did you get my number?

We need a trace on a
call to Carol's mobile.

She looks a little
like you, Jordan.

Say hello to Rachel, Jordan.

Hello, Rachel.

Not loud enough. Jordan.

It's all right, he won't leave
it there; he'll call back.

We know who we're dealing with.

We can save her, Carol.

Whatever you need, you've got.

Can you put some weight behind that
DNA profile on previous offenders?

It can't wait till the morning.

The telephone exchange computer

has no record of any call made to

Carol's mobile phone, not
even from another mobile.

They confirmed that you received a call,

but as far as they're
aware, it came from nowhere.

Well, that's impossible;
it's computerized

there must be a record somewhere.

Telephones.

He sent us round phone boxes.

He smashed up their mobile phones.

I want a list of telephone
company employees.

Get me the managing director
of Carol's mobile company.

We need constant monitoring on her line.

Yeah, I think I've narrowed
down his personality type.

He's falling between
these two columns,

but nobody ever
completely conforms.

Her name is Rachel McGuire.

Business Studies Student
from Northern Ireland.

Didn't come home from
the library tonight.

Has he already killed her?

Did he try and prove to you
that she was still alive?

I don't think so, no. I think
he was just trying to wind me up.

Then she is alive.

Unemotional, and
repeat any instructions.

Carol Jordan.

Carol, hello.

Rachel sends her love.

Tell us what you want from me, and

then you can give
us Rachel back alive.

Well, that depends on you, Carol.

What do you want me to do?

Take your phone,

be outside in your car,
engine running, in ten minutes.

Alone.

I'll get you an armed response vehicle.

No trace, a land line,
but no destination number.

- Is he on the Internet?
- No, there's always a trail.

He must be calling from somewhere.

I need to be wired
and I want a body vest.

What? No! You don't go.

Bollocks, Tony, he's
got another victim.

Yes, I know. Look,

he likes to control
and dominate, and when

he's allowed to or goes
unchallenged, he kills.

Well, what happened
when Laura took control?

What happened when
Laura challenged him?

He ran away... that is
this type of personality.

Power reassurance
rapists, when resisted,

either negotiate or
give up, we can do that.

That's what we do with Rachel;

- we challenge his authority.
- How do you know he won't kill her?

He's too ashamed.

Well, he wasn't too ashamed
to kill Mica or Hattie.

Because he wasn't made to confront it.

These personalities
live in a fantasy world

where they avoid confronting
what they're doing.

So we make him confront it.

You know, we don't do what he says.

We challenge his domination.

And he'll let her go.

Are you saying we
should just do nothing?

No, I'm saying we don't send Carol.

I spoke to her.

She's going to do everything
she can to help us.

You take my car.

All his calls should
come on Carol's mobile.

He won't realize to start
that he hasn't got his way.

You got your stab vest?

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Check CCCV, see if anyone's been
messing around with the cars out front.

Well, he hasn't mutilated it.

Is that meant to be me or Rachel?

Well, that's another reason
why I don't think you should go.

What about Don?

Oh, he won't react in
the same way to a man.

This man is seriously confused.

I hope you're right.

Here we go.

Carol Jordan.

Enjoy the ride, Carol.

Right, where am I going?

Target rendezvous is
phone box on Castle Drive.

...Support units standing by.

I hope this works, for all our sakes.

He took the lights
off the phone box.

Tony?

The sick bastard's left a
blindfolded doll right in front of me.

Blindfold?

Carol Jordan.

On the tree outside.

Don, tree outside.

Exchange.

You know why they can't trace the calls?

He's tapping into
junction boxes...

No final destination number.

- Can they trace which one?
- He's moving around.

Our man's a bloody phone engineer.

It's not you, Carol!
I said it was to be you!

Be your fault, Carol!
Whatever happens,

it's... your... fault!

Just let her go. Let Rachel go.

I shouldn't have listened to you.

Tell Carol she lost again.

Your prize is in the
Castle Drive phone box.

He said the prize is
back up at Castle Drive.

Tony, I'm looking at an
almost totally bald doll.

Oh, God! And I'm
standing in human hair.

This isn't right.
Something isn't right.

- What isn't?
- Well, if I was right

about his personality,
he shouldn't have done that.

That puts him more here.

And they don't respond
well to challenges.

We've got a DNA match from
a previous sexual offense.

His name is Gary Weller.

Carol did him for fraud
back in London in 1998.

- Paula, come on, let's go.
- Later convicted for assault

while impersonating a
doctor in a hospital.

He assaulted a girl he
went to buy a car from...

and cut chunks of her hair out.

Oh, dear God.

Oh, my God. Rachel!
It's all right, love.

It's all right, you're
safe. We're the police.

You're safe.

What's our line to the
press on Gary Weller?

- We say...
- The truth,

he's still out there.
We know all his haunts.

It won't be long.

We concentrate on the good
news, we saved Rachel.

What's up with you?

He's let her go, hasn't he?

Yeah, but it's not right, Paula.

Only this personality
would let her go.

He isn't.

I was wrong.

He showed himself to be more
here, and they don't do that.

He should have killed Rachel.

All that matters is that he didn't.

Yeah.

But why?

All the information's
on the printed sheets.

With this type of personality,

any challenge is met
with extreme violence.

Why did he just let her go?

He did what we wanted when
he shouldn't have done it.

What made him?
Why didn't he?

Well, you said
yourself, he plays games.

She was the first
person to put him away.

- Who?
- Carol.

Can you give us a minute, sir?

Excuse me.

Tony.

Carol?!

You sick bastard!

- Gary! Gary!
- Did you do it?

Mr. Weller, comment, please.

Did you do it?

Dr. Hill, maybe
you could tell us...

We'll get some
information to you later.

How did you know?

Sadistic, angry excitation

with peripheral anger
retaliatory motivation.

You represent the women he hates.

Simple, really.

What are you going to do about Laura?

Oh, leave her. She needs
help, not persecution.

- Where are you staying tonight?
- At home.

Why?

Shock could set in. You
shouldn't be on your own.

Yeah, right.

Carol?

How are you feeling?

Yeah, good.

Thanks for last night.

I'm sorry about the sofa.

It wasn't the sofa. It was
your cat that was a problem.

Five years.

But you got us here in the end.

I'm sorry you had to lose Maggie.

She really did want you to
find the children, you know.

She wanted you to
take her seriously.

She knew what she was doing.

Yeah, except we're
returning bodies,

- not children.
- I know.

But hopefully, for the
families, it'll bring closure.

We found one!

We can only hope.

I've run some carbon
analysis tests.

She's been dead 500 years.

They're targeting
children with fire.

Just get Simon and get out.

Simon!

It's as if the same person killed

these people 500 years apart.

- That's impossible.
- Yes, I know that.

- Joanna!
- Mr. Draper!

Joanna!

Oh, God.

I'm trying to find
your wife's killer.

It was a priest.

Is that what I tell the press?

That what we have here
are dark and evil forces.

I think it's darker than that.

How dark can you get?

I don't know, exactly.