All language subtitles for الحلقة الثانية

Look, girls, I've
had enough of this.

- All right. See you later.
- See you later.

What happened then?

You know, it's all in the books.

William McAdam, Mack the Knife,
the Slasher of the North.

I'd rather hear your version.

I killed two women, Dr. Hill.

I might have killed more if
I hadn't let them catch me.

I wanted to stop. I wanted help.

And, eventually, thank God,
I got some.

- In prison.
- Therapy.

Five days a week,

every week for 20 years.

The subject has to be willing.

I was.

Michael is a fantastic example

of the sort of results intensive,

long-term therapy can achieve.

- I'm sorry. Michael?
- Michael Thompson.

Michael Thompson. We're
giving him a new name,

a new home, a new life.

I wouldn't have gotten this
far without Miss Jenkins.

You see, it's not the letters

after my name that interests me.

But if my thesis

can prevent another Mack the
Knife from preying on women,

then maybe I can begin
to make up for what he did.

What HE did?

- What I did.
- Mack

was the construct of a
diseased mind, Dr. Hill.

He doesn't exist any more.

Send me your work every Monday
for assessment

and we'll meet on Thursdays
at two to discuss it.

I'd like to attend some seminars.

It would be helpful for Mr. Thompson
to integrate into campus life.

One step at a time, I think.

Oh, come on, Dr. Hill. I'd
be an asset to your course.

I don't frighten anyone these days.

How will you work on your thesis?

We're supplying him with a PC.

Voice-activated. State of the art.

It does everything, really.
Except open doors.

You've restored my faith
in human nature.

See you Thursday. Miss Jenkins.

- Tuesday at the earliest.
- No.

I want it done today.

OK. If you go on through,
I'll speak to a doctor.

I'm a professional woman.
I have no time to waste.

I know you're really busy today...

It's negative. A false alarm.

What?

Quite a relief, I should imagine.

Shit.

Sorry.

You have one new message.
Sent today at 10:10am.

Carol, hi. It's John.

I don't know whether you
got my other messages.

I really enjoyed the other night

and was hoping we
could do it again.

Let me know what you think.

Still up for tonight, lads?

Phil's stag do down the Zone.
There's two ton behind the bar.

Sorry, mate. I'm on tonight.

Yeah. I'm up for it.

...commonly known as evil.

So we get this idea of
the damaged personality

as intrinsically wicked.

Something we have no control over.

And received wisdom
says that evil

comes from Satan rather than man

and unlike man...

evil never sleeps.

So whatever evil is,
it's not external to us.

It's a choice.

That was a brilliant lecture...

the bit I was awake for.

Though you did
skirt round the issue

of inherited predisposition.

Peter, this is the best
first-year essay I've ever read.

It's original, it's...

well-researched,

cogently argued.

Thanks.

What's with the handwriting?

It looks like it was knocked
off on the top deck of a bus.

Yeah, that's because it was.

I've got a lot on my
plate at the moment.

Look at your priorities.

You cannot allow
yourself to be distracted.

Sorry, are you gonna answer that?

Yes. Tony Hill.

Carol. Hi.

What, right now?

Fun for all the family.

The victims are
a Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, early 20s.

Mrs. Johnson's mother
found the bodies.

She's under sedation.

It's not pretty in there.

- The groin injuries?
- He was castrated.

After his skull had
been crushed with a blow

from a heavy object.

We haven't found it.

And her?

She was still alive
when they opened her up.

Male. Very strong.

He arrived with his tools
and left with them.

Organised, intelligent.

He's killed before.

What? So he might have form?

They were Catholic.

It wasn't their faith
that bothered him.

The icons are untouched.

He wanted to obliterate them.

Dismantle them.

Was it personal?

It's always personal.

Look, I need to get past.

Listen, love. I live there.

They wanted to start a family.

Yes. There's a good
chance she was pregnant.

God.

- Guv?
- Yeah.

Seems there are the chance
the Johnsons didn't get on

with their neighbour, Andrews.

We have sevene witnesses
heard him making threats.

All this bloodshed over
a neighbourhood row?

Well, bloodshed wouldn't
bother Mr. Andrews.

He works in a slaughterhouse.

What does your job involve?

I joint the carcasses,
take out the offal.

You know, the guts and that.

Is it true you fell
out with the Johnsons?

Once or twice, yeah.

They were God botherers.
Right holy Joes.

- What did they complain about?
- Nothing.

You know what? Everything.

Is this your hobby?

Are you into photography?

Sometimes, yeah.

You were on the late
shift last night?

Clocked in, clocked out. Yeah.

What sort of stuff do you do?

Is it landscapes?
Portraits? Still life?

You know, portraits
mostly. Friends. Family.

Oh, family. You have kids.

- No. Other people's.
- Other people's kids.

It's just I don't see
any of your work anywhere.

- Not for public consumption?
- It's not like that.

Look, I know what
you're getting at.

I'm sorry. What am I getting at?

You're as bad as they were.

Going on about obscenity.
I take pictures, that's all.

- Yeah, of kids.
- There's nothing dodgy about it.

You'd have to be sick
to think there was.

The pictures are innocent.
These kids, they're innocent.

That's the whole point.

- We'll need to look at your computer.
- I'm not a paedo, all right?

- I never said you were.
- Is that what the Johnsons said?

Is that what they complained about?

- What?
- He's painting.

It's art.

It's communication.

There's writing underneath.

Bill? Can we have an
infrared over here?

Can you enhance the contrast?

There.

Damn.

He's taking the piss.

"Who am I?"

He took photographs before
he covered up the slogan.

Sexually-motivated killers
often revisit the scene.

To relive the moment.

And having a photo's
the next best thing.

Roisin Johnson
might not have been pregnant.

Some women buy baby clothes

- because they want a baby not...
- I know, Tony.

The biological clock
drives them mad.

You know, you have
shoplifting, child kidnapping.

You know, it's an under-recognised
indicator of dysfunctional behaviour.

- Under-recognised, is it?
- Oh, yeah.

Most of these male psychologists
are usually too far...

up their own...

- And the penny drops.
- You?

Well, I am a woman, Tony.

You want a baby?

Ridiculous, isn't it?

- Not at all.
- It's not just having a baby.

It's finding a halfway decent dad.

Well, if you want...

I'll help you look.

Yeah, right, Tony, thanks.
Some other time, eh?

Yeah. Thanks for the
lift. Good night, Carol.

Morning. I live here.

I've been through his hard drive

and there is some hardcore stuff
here. Russian imports, mainly.

But these ones are special.
These are home-made.

Time-stamped four weeks ago.

We need to find the originals.

This is what you're looking for.

Digital memory card. That's
if he hasn't wiped it already.

Are there any images of the murder?

No. He hasn't even
encrypted this stuff.

Pass his details on to vice.

Right, did his alibi check out?

I spoke to his manager.

Andrews was there all last night.

- What about form?
- 16 years ago

he did nine months for ABH.

Knifed a bloke in a pub car park

after an all-night session.

Obviously likes to
take his work home.

- Forensics?
- Blue polycotton fibres.

They don't match anything
in the Johnson's house.

Most likely they're
from workmen's overalls

but not the ones
used at the abattoir.

OK. Find out more
about that stabbing.

Now, it's possible Roisin Johnson
was pregnant.

Check with her doctor,
chase up her medical records.

Let me know as soon
as you have something.

"Who am I?"

Who am I?

Are you taunting us or do
you really want to know?

You need to be more
rigorous in your arguments.

You're inclined to
rely on assertion

rather than reasoning.

Well, I felt it was appropriate
to state my own opinion.

Check your credentials before
you set yourself up as an expert.

I do have some experience
of aberrant personalities.

You had an aberrant personality.

That's not the same thing.

I haven't been lecturing
for 12 years, that's true.

But I still have
something to offer.

Like the murder the other night.

What? The Johnsons?

Shocking.

I heard the place
looked like an abattoir.

Where did you hear that?

Well, coppers love to talk.

But you need to talk
after something like that.

And I'm good with people.

I might like to become
a police adviser.

Well, a police adviser needs

detachment, objectivity.

I'm not sure you have that yet.

I get the impression you
feel threatened by me.

- How, exactly?
- By my age.

I mean, by my insight

into the mind-set of the killer.

If insight is the right word.

Let me tell you,

if a personality can be damaged,

it can be healed, Dr. Hill.

And if you don't believe that,

then you're not
really a doctor at all.

You're merely a spectator.

Do it again.

Less bold assertions.
More reasoned argument.

You're the boss.

I have something for you...

...before I go.

I'd like your opinion on that

as a fellow author.

Thanks
but I've only published academically.

We can but dream.

I shall see you
next week, Dr. Hill.

- Watch it.
- Sorry, Dr. Hill.

I didn't realise you
were with a patient.

Patient? You prick.

All right. That's enough.

Dad is here!

The victim was Sarah
Maynard. Married.

Twin daughters. 34 years old.

One of the daughters found her
when she came home from school.

It happened this afternoon.

- "Chapter 14".
- Biblical?

A Bible quote would need
chapter and verse, wouldn't it?

Why are you in bed in the afternoon?

Can I?

No, Carol. You have to look.

This violence. This butchery.

He's doing it to blind us.
To make us look away.

To hide what he's really after.

He cut here first, yeah?

Above the pubic bone
then up to the sternum.

The same as with Roisin Johnson.

Organs thrown about.

Her womb was in the bath.

Check for semen.

He's trying to wash something away.

Do you think she was raped?

Kevin Johnson had
his genitals cut off.

Not all his genitals.
Just his testicles.

Killed in bed. What happens in bed?

Sleep, sex.

Death.

This is Emily.

Her sister Laura's
been taken to hospital.

To be treated for shock.

Hi, Emily. My name's Tony.

Tony Hill.

I told them. I didn't see anything.

Laura went upstairs.

She started screaming.

I called the police.

Laura wouldn't let me go up.

Yeah. She did the
right thing, Emily.

Was it bad, what happened to Mum?

Can I ask you...

how was your mum's
health, generally?

Did she get... headaches?
Did she get tired?

No. Not really.

Just wondered why she was
in bed in the afternoon.

Emily.

This is Sarah's husband
Steve Maynard.

Where is she - Sarah?
I want to see her.

I'm DCI Carol Jordan.

I want to see my wife.

I'm afraid that might
take a while, Mr. Maynard.

Did you feel it?

The tension between
him and his daughter?

She didn't run to him. He
didn't try and comfort her.

Tony, she's just lost her mum.
He's lost his wife.

Not everyone reacts the same way.

I've got a connection between
the Maynards and the Johnsons.

Steve Maynard works
at the meat plant

with Mr-Kiddie-Pics,
Dave Andrews.

OK. Bring them both in.
Separate interviews.

There was no sign
of a forced entry.

It is possible
your wife knew her killer.

No. We -

I don't know anyone
who could do something like this.

I'm really sorry I have to ask this

but is it possible she
was seeing someone else?

You said Laura found her.

- My God. She must be -
- Carol, he's avoiding the question.

Ma'am.

16 years ago, Andrews went
down for a pub stabbing.

Well, guess who went down with him?

- Not Maynard?
- Tried to give him an alibi.

Got done for attempting to pervert.

I know this sounds a bit daft

but you think they swapped murders?

Each prepares the scene
for the other,

sets off for work and
ends up with an alibi.

Maybe the Johnsons
knew Andrews was a paedophile.

But why would Maynard
want his wife dead?

So, Mr. Andrews,
where were you this afternoon?

At home, watching TV.

And how well do you
know Steven Maynard?

I work with him. Why?

His wife was murdered
this afternoon.

Got nothing to do with me.

And you can account for your
movements?

Told you, I was watching TV.

You go back a bit, don't
you? You and Maynard?

You know what?
I've had enough of this.

We'd like a DNA sample.

- OK.
- Not what you're worried about.

It's just routine.

Dr. Hill.

These were taken from
Andrews' computer.

I told them. I didn't see
anything. Laura went upstairs.

She started screaming.

I was at work all day.

What about Monday night?

I went for a pint with
a few lads from work.

Then straight home.

- Got in about midnight.
- Can anyone vouch for that?

My wife.

How were things between you?

Well...

When did you last have sex?

- What do you need to know that for?
- Carol,

ask about his relationship
towards Andrews.

How did you get on with
your colleague Dave Andrews?

Andrews?

I work with him at
the plant. That's all.

Oh. I thought you were
mates.

You did time together, didn't
you, after a fight outside a pub?

That was...

years ago.

Why did you fall out?

Was it because he took those
photographs of your girls?

Did Dave Andrews take photographs
of your daughters?

I haven't seen any photographs.

Did he know Andrews was into kids?

And he sent his girls
round to his house.

Did you know about
Dave Andrews' tastes

when you let your
daughters visit him...

unaccompanied?

What kind of a dad would I be if
I let something like that happen?

Steven Maynard sends his
girls round to Andrews.

The Johnsons see and
threaten to report him.

The girls tell their
mother what happen.

She threatens to get both Andrews
and Maynard done for child abuse.

Means, opportunity, motive.

Thanks, Tony.

I think you've cracked it.

Have you been to Dave Andrews'
house?

We found several photographs
at his home.

We believe you're in them.

It wasn't us.

- Would you like to see them?
- Carol.

Carol, if they won't disclose,
we can't force them to.

You talk to them.

It could take weeks
to penetrate their denial.

Maybe it's not denial, maybe
it's not them in the photos.

- Come on, Tony.
- Carol, we can't force them

to admit it.
That's abused itselft.

If they don't make a statement,
we don't have any evidence.

- We don't have motive.
- Yes, we do.

The uterus the killer removed
from Sarah Maynard

contains fresh traces of semen.

Andrews raped her first

and then tried to get
rid of the evidence.

They're running a DNA test.

If it matches, we'll have him.

He'll wanna take Maynard with
him. Two for the price of one.

OK, hold them overnight. We'll
question them in the morning.

That way we can leave
the girls out of it.

What else is in this report?

An
Impression of the weapon used.

A long, curved blade like a sickle

about 15 centimetres long.

OK.

What are you saying to us?

Who am I? Chapter 14.

Chapter 14 of what?

Textbook? Slaughter manual?

Curved blade.

Do you use sickles?

Chapter 13.

I'm sorry. I had to talk to you.

Oh, for God's sake,
Tony. It's really late.

I just found out
Andrews' blood group

doesn't match the
semen found on the body,

which means unless
those girls testify,

we don't have a case.

You should look at this.

In the late '70s, a man
called William McAdam

terrorised Leeds for two months.

He killed two women
with a roofing knife.

The tabloids called
him Mack the Knife.

He was given a new
name, Michael Thompson

and was released under
licence six weeks ago.

I'm a DCI, Tony. I'm supposed
to know things like that.

How have you come across him?

He's a student of mine...

writing a doctorate
on criminal psychology.

Is he any good?

He's quite bright.
Rather unoriginal.

But he's very vain and
he likes to play games.

Yeah, and he has severe
rheumatoid arthritis in both hands.

His chapter's the last one
in the book.

Chapter 13.

He's writing the next chapter.

There have been three murders
in Bradfield recently.

I heard. Dreadful business.

What did you hear?

Two women mutilated.
A man castrated.

That particular detail
was never released.

I have contacts.

There were similarities
to the murders you committed

in 70's, when you
were known as McAdam.

The killer used a curved knife.

Possibly a roofing knife.

That would suggest
to me he was a roofer.

Carol, don't let him play games.

What do you think
this killer's after?

I thought you lot had a
psychologist helping you out.

Does he not know?

Vanity, Carol. Go for his ego.

I read about your career.
It didn't take long.

You barely had a
chapter to yourself.

You never got the notoriety
you deserved, did you?

He was a sloppy writer.

He had sloppy material.

Two attacks then you got caught.

Just cos you wanted
your name in the paper.

I wanted to get caught.

- It was a cry for help.
- Yeah, right!

There was something you said
in here.

"I spread my seed
all over the North."

- What's all that about?
- Well, let's just say I was

a big hit with the ladies.

You're in his fantasy,
Carol, tread carefully.

But you weren't, were you?

You couldn't even talk to women

so you stalked them
and attacked them.

- Careful.
- The nearest you got to sex

was masturbating into knickers
you'd stolen from washing lines.

You are so inadequate.

So pathetic.

Still into women's underwear?

I know what you're trying to do.

One assault on a copper
and I'm back inside again

as soon as you can say "knife".

Wind it up, Carol. Leave him hanging.

Interview suspended 4:20am.

The glamorous DCI.

What are you doing here in
the middle of the night, eh?

Have you got no family?

You scare men off, don't you?

No kids, no life, no future.

Just work.
Well, I'll tell you something,

people will remember me.

But who's going to remember you, eh?

You could have called me sooner.

If Thompson's been implicated in
a crime, I need to hear about it.

OK. Three people
have been murdered recently

and there are strong similarities
to the ones that McAdam committed.

26 years ago. He's
not McAdam any more.

Changing a man's name
doesn't change who he is.

He's served his sentence.

I hope you're not
making him a scapegoat

for crimes you can't solve.

I don't intend to
discount him as a suspect

just because he's your pet project.

Where was he yesterday afternoon?

He was with me.
In a supervision meeting.

Inspector,

Michael Thompson is making
a new life for himself.

If news of his arrest gets out,

it'll ruin all we've achieved.

What the media reports
has nothing to do with me.

But I have no intention of
telling them about Thompson,

if that's what you mean.

Then I take it you'll be
releasing him without charge.

Go home and get some rest.

Try to avoid this place.

She says he's changed.

Oh, yes.

But not in the way she thinks.

McAdam has the massive ego
of the inadequate personality.

25 years ago he got cocky
and he got caught.

It still gets to him.

He has to prove
he was always smarter than us.

Michael Thompson. I want
him under surveillance.

I want a warrant
to search his flat.

Check his PC for photographs.

What about Andrews and Maynard?

We can't hold them
unless we charge them.

Vice wants to talk to Andrews

about his photo
collection. You can

tell to Maynard can go
pending further investigation.

Oh, and it wasn't true.

What McAdam said in there.

You have a life.

And you have friends who love you.

Thanks, Tony.

For God's sake!

You're worse than the screws.

Hey, do you want a hand
with that, mate? Do you?

Want a hand with that?

Hello, Dr. Hill.

Sorry, did I wake you up?

No, it's fine.

Sorry. I was up most of the night.

Lucky you!

I wish.

Right, where were we?

Erm, my essay on
inherited disposition.

I can't seem to lay my hands on it.

Maybe that's because I haven't
actually finished it yet.

Right.

Can't you find a better paid job?

- Shiftwork or something?
- I've got one of those as well.

There are such things
as student loans.

My family has what they call
a credit history.

These are critical months
in your career, Peter.

I know you want to
be self-sufficient...

Thanks but... you sound
just like someone's dad.

I think these are
sublimated paternal urges.

Listen, son, don't get
psychological with me.

"Listen, son"?!

Gotcha!

Get it in by Monday lunchtime.

Thanks, doc.

Gotcha!

- Are you still in position, Paula?
- Yep.

Lovely view of the bins.

He's on the move.

This is the ghost of his C Drive.

An identical copy.

I'll just check for hidden folders.

OK.

He's heading towards the arcade.
Get over there.

He's good, this guy.

- Want to hit the encryption?
- Can you access it?

Yeah.

Cover the Blake Street exit.
He's going down in the lift.

Kevin?

Paula, can you hear me?

Kevin?

- Kev?
- Paula?

I can't hear you.

Gotcha!

Shit!

What do you want to see?

That one. And watch out,
it might be pretty horrible.

Paula, we've lost him.

- Shit.
- It's horrible, all right, but...

Is that it?

It might be watermarked.

No. That's it.

That's all there is.

We've just had the DNA results back
from the semen in Sarah Maynard's womb.

It doesn't match her
husband or Andrews.

It won't match Mack either.

Surely we don't know that until
we've taken a sample from him.

We're talking about a killer
who is immensely organised,

who's left next to
no forensic evidence.

Mack wouldn't make
that sort of mistake.

So you're saying Sarah
Maynard slept with a lover

who'd left before Mack arrived.

The place must have
been like a bus station.

He's learnt to cover his
tracks but sooner or later

he'll get cocky and make a mistake.

Chances are he already has.

Female, early 20s. Dark brown hair.

Head, torso,

arms, legs, dumped
in separate bags.

Face and teeth destroyed.
Fingertips burnt off.

Unless her DNA's on file...

We have no means of identification.

Was she dead when he did all this?

Oh, yes. The cause of death was
almost certainly strangulation.

The hyoid bone's there
but it's broken.

The torso was opened
with a curved knife

about 15 centimetres long,

possibly a roofing knife.

How long was she down there?

A week or two, maybe three.

The water's destroyed any
significant forensic evidence.

She was his first victim.

The spark that set him off.

These were found on the body.

Paula, check these out.

Try market stalls,
hippy jewellery stalls.

Maybe she was a Goth.

He destroyed every identifiable

feature because he knew her.

And she knew him.

She could have led us back to him.

Maybe she still can.

Dr. Hill?

Can my friend join us?

Oi!

Nah, he prefers to wait outside.

Keep an eye on the student body.

I finished your book.

Already?

And you such a busy man.

Well, I had an advantage.
I'd seen most of it before.

I'm impressed at your
breadth of reading.

You plagiarised a
wide range of text,

including some of mine.

You're disappointed
I didn't credit you.

Yes...

I was disappointed.

The one thing you could offer,

insight, empathy...

it's not there.

You don't want to understand
the damaged personality.

You want to celebrate it.

You describe those muders
in graphical detail.

You dress it in psychobabble
to make it respectable.

It's nothing more
than morbid voyeurism

and it will sell
thousands, I'm sure.

It's just not very original.

Plagiarism...

voyeurism...

and all this
from a second-rate lecturer

who hangs out at crime scenes
pretending to be an expert.

Who gets his rocks off
on other men's murders.

He's never had the bottle
to go there himself.

I think we're done.

Yes, my books will
sell in their thousands

while your crap sits

unread on some library shelf

but don't worry, you'll
still impress the kids.

Especially that little
wanker Peter Gant.

He really thinks the sun, moon

and stars shines out of your arse.

Take this with you.

It's... It's a miracle.

I'm cured.

Nah. You're still William McAdam.

They should never have let you out.

It's too late now.

Police have appealed for witnesses

following the discovery of a woman's
body in Bradfield Union Canal.

Their spokesman would not confirm

whether it was linked to
the recent spate of murders,

saying only that
inquires are continuing.

But now criminologist
Michael Thompson,

author of a new book on
the psychology of murder,

has offered the
police his expertise.

This is a very sick man.

A man who objectifies women,
who fears and hates them.

And he externalises that
fear by attacking them.

And you've outlined your
theories to Bradfield police?

Well, they say have
a psychologist advising them

but the fact of the matter is
he doesn't have the relevant -

I've seen him. McAdam.

Spouting cobblers on television.

Like you said, Tony,

he's vain and he
likes to play games.

Oh, and what did Probation say
about how he faked his arthritis?

He was getting treatment
and making progress.

That was one of the main
justifications for his release.

Yeah, Tony, I know.
That's not why I'm here.

It's driving me mad.

I need your help.

- Is this about...
- No.

It's about the murders.

The rings she wore, that girl in
the canal, I've seen them before.

Someone was wearing them. I
think SHE was wearing them.

You mean you've seen her?

I want you to help me remember.

- No.
- What?

No, you don't. You don't
wanna do this. Not with me.

Yes, I do. Of course I do.

Carol, if you wanted
to remember, you would.

If you can't, you wanna forget.

Skip the analysis.

She's a murder
victim. I'm a witness.

I have to know where
I've seen her before.

- Help me to remember.
- No.

- Please.
- No.

Yes.

Yes.

Every part of your body.

Start with your toes and feet.

Relax them.

Up to your legs.
Through your torso.

Deep breaths.

Hands and arms all relaxed.

You're standing on the
top of a long escalator.

I want you to step
onto the escalator

and count to ten as you descend.

You see the rings.

Describe them.

Lots of rings.

Silver.

One with a jade stone.

On a hand?

A living hand?

Yeah, a woman's hand.

Chapped skin,

red knuckles.

- Resting on...
- Resting on what?

Holding onto a strap.
A handbag strap.

- Describe the handbag.
- Cheap.

Red leather.

Purple fake fur.

- She's waving her arms about.
- Why?

I want it done today.

She's complaining to someone
she wants it done today.

She wants what done today?

A termination.

We're in the Women's Choice Clinic.

She walks past me
and now it's my turn.

God. Sorry.

- You don't have to be sorry.
- No, I didn't wanna tell anyone.

- I know.
- But I was in such a panic.

It was all a false alarm anyway.

But when they told
me I wasn't pregnant,

part of me was really disappointed.

- Thanks, Tony.
- Carol,

- we should talk about this.
- You said

I wanted to forget. I'm
going to have to try harder.

Yes, but then you made
me help you remember.

This isn't the time. You wait.

She was pregnant...

and he knew she was.

But then she got rid of it...

and he found out.
That was the trigger.

What if the other victims
were trying to conceive?

This isn't just about
sex. It's about children.

Yeah, but how does that
fit with McAdam's profile?

- I don't know.
- Right, I'm going to the clinic.

- I'll come with you.
- No, you not.

Who will you go, with Kevin?

She wouldn't have
left her real details.

- How do you know?
- Did you?

We think this woman was murdered
shortly after leaving here

and that she knew the man
that killed her.

Now, we could get a court order

but then I'd have to say
how I knew she was here.

She gave her name as Anya Smith.

101 Brown Street, Bradfield.

Brown Street.
There's no such place.

But she called herself Anya?

Had she been here before?

Several times.

She claimed she was
a supply teacher.

But you think she
worked on the street?

So a tart was murdered.

Well, it's not as if
there's a shortage.

This woman was mutilated
with a roofing knife.

You mutilated women
with a roofing knife.

So that's your case, is it?

Face it, you've got no teeth.

Carol, ask him about Anya.

If he tried to have sex with her.

Did she tease you -

Anya -

when you couldn't get it up?

Because you can't
get it up, can you?

Not without extreme violence.

Funny that.

Cos I'm getting a hard-on
just looking at you.

His mother was an alcoholic.

Your mother was an
alcoholic, wasn't she?

- And a prostitute?
- It's all in the books.

Not all of it.

Ask him what she did
when he wet the bed.

What did she do
when you wet the bed?

She threatened him. Humiliated him.

Did she threaten you? Mock you?

She said she'd cut off his penis
with a knife.

She took a knife
to you, didn't she?

- Said she'd cut it off.
- And he still does it.

- He still wets the bed.
- You still wet the bed, don't you?

That's disgusting. You're a dirty,

sick, little boy.

Aren't you? Aren't you?

It bugs you, doesn't it?

That Tony Hill trails
along behind you

sniffing the bed sheets

and telling everyone he's
leading the investigation.

What happened to Anya when
she told him she was pregnant?

Tony Hill has dirty
little secrets of his own.

He can't sustain
a real relationship

because, ultimately, he
treats everyone as specimens.

As insects, even you.

Why the Johnsons?

Why Sarah Maynard? Was that revenge?
Acting out against your mother?

Let's stick to
subjects you know about.

Hill is as damaged as the

nutters he studies and he knows it.

He tries to rationalise it

but he's terrified
because deep down,

deep down he knows exactly
what he wants to be.

- Oh, yeah?
- No, don't.

- Don't take the bait.
- What's that?

Me.

- You...
- No, Carol, no.

...have no idea what
Tony Hill is like.

- Don't let him see how you feel.
- I do admire your loyalty...

...if it is just loyalty.

We'll need a DNA sample from you.

I'm very happy to help.

Well, thank you very much,
Chief Inspector.

I can see how seriously you
took my request for discretion.

There's no reference to our inquiry.

Oh, please.

Now his history's been leaked,

it'll be impossible for him
to maintain his innocence.

And of course while the
press are chasing him,

no-one's asking why you
can't catch the real killer.

Like I said, Miss Jenkins,

I don't control what
the newspapers print.

We have spent years rehabilitating
him and someone on your team

seems determined

to wreck it before
he's even had a chance.

No-one on my team talked to
the media without my permission.

Nobody even knew about
his record apart from me.

Well, somebody did.

I can't believe this, Doctor Hill.

Michael has done something
amazing with his life

and you'd sabotage that
out of professional envy?

I know it's hard for
you to be objective.

- Me?
- Yeah, your attachment to Mack.

It's distorting your judgment.

You've picked the wrong
man to fall in love with.

Dr. Hill.

Fall in love?!

This is ludicrous.

You have no idea what
sort of man he is.

I mean, the alibi you gave
for him, was it even true?

- That's enough.
- I know what sort of man he is.

I know what he's done and
I know what he's capable of.

If you charge him,

you'd better have
evidence, real evidence

or I will protest in
the strongest terms

about the way you have
harassed and victimised him.

Not because I love him but
because I am doing my job.

What is it with you?

You think every
unattached woman in her 30s

is so desperate for affection
she'll throw herself at anyone?

No. Of course not.

Haven't you got a lecture
to give or something?

Don't worry. It's not
you they're interested in.

Just Mack the Knife,
the slasher of the north.

You leaked the truth yourself
so you could sell more books

and make me look petty.

That wasn't hard.

Your vanity will be the end of you.

Just like last time.

You look after your pupils,
Dr. Hill.

I'll look after myself.

Look, we knew it would be a risk,

your past coming to light.

What you've just...

got to ignore it and move on.

Go to London, maybe.
Pick up the pieces.

Start... Start afresh.

I'm sorry, that's
out of the question.

How can I work in this environment?

I'm a freakshow.

Plods at my front door,

tabloids chasing me, vigilantes.

We have support
systems in place here.

You have support systems
in London too, don't you?

I'm your specialist case officer.

Get a transfer.

Oh, come with me, Polly.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Well, I've got a -

I've got a job to do.

Is that all I am to you?

- A job?
- Michael...

We could both start again, Polly.

I can't do this on my own.

I know.

You're my best friend, Polly.

You can see right through me.

I know... I know it's
not true what they say about you.

Everybody looking at me.

The police opening my letters,
waiting for me to screw up.

It's like living life
on a knife-edge.

Look, I'll try to get them
to leave you alone. I promise.

You promise?

- You promise?
- I'll do what I can.

I'll tell you what you'll do.

- Don't promise me anything.
- Look...

- Don't promise me anything.
- I can't...

I can't make them do it.

You're like the rest of them.

A dirty, filthy
little prick-tease.

Please don't do this.

Get out! Get out!

Michael!

Michael.

Please, let me in.

Michael.

I do.
Michael, I do like you.

Michael, please let me in.

Michael, I'm sorry.

Morning. Hi. Sorry.

I'm late again.

Well, I mean, I'd be on time
if this was Tuesday

but it's Thursday so never mind.

Where's Peter? Peter Gant.

- Dunno.
- Not seen him today.

OK.

Does Peter Gant...

What did he write on the wall?

Wanker.

That's what he called him.

Mack.

It can't have been Mack. He's
been under constant surveillance.

He's never been out
of your sight once?

Well, we're not superhuman,
Tony, but then neither's he.

Carol, he's been studying criminal
psychology for the past 20 years.

He's learned from his mistakes

and everyone else's.

Come on, Tony.

We both know there's not
going to be any evidence there.

I can't keep dragging Mack

in for questioning
on the off-chance.

Why did he kill this kid?

Why the Johnsons?
Why Sarah Maynard?

Stay objective. You
can't let him get to you.

He didn't get to me!

He got to Peter.

Oh, God. It's his mother.

I'll talk to her.

All right, mate?

Get off me!

Did you kill Peter to get to me?

Then why kill the Johnsons?

And why Sarah Maynard?

Killed in bed.

What happens in bed, Tony?

Death, sleep, sex.

Not just sex, conception.

They were all trying to conceive.

Anya was pregnant by another man.

This is about descent,
inheritance.

You can't have kids

so you won't let anyone
else have them either.

Peter, he was always saying,

"I'd like to be just like my dad."

Boys do that, don't they?

Sons need fathers

and fathers need sons to
carry on the family name.

The face.

The family business.

The family business.

The body was found in water

and rapidly flowing water
will destroy all forensics.

That's great. Let's move on.

They're making a documentary
about my life.

I don't suppose you could
recommend a good agent.

It's kind of childish, the
need for constant attention.

But you're desperate
for respect, aren't you?

For any sort of affection.

Even you.

I heard about your little boy.

Peter whatshisname.

Tragic.

Now, why do you call
him "my little boy"?

Where's that nice
girl Carol Jordan?

When is she gonna wheel
me in for this one?

Maybe she thinks you've lost it.

You couldn't have killed Peter.

Not under surveillance.

Someone else did it
for you, didn't they?

Someone who wants to carry on
the family business.

Someone who thinks you're his dad.

He even sent you
presents, didn't he?

Photographs.

Jordan's right.

You really have lost it.

But you can't have kids,
can you?

Does he know that?

That you're not really his father?

Are you gonna tell him the truth?

You should be an agony
aunt in some newspaper.

Then we could all wrap
our chips in your opinions.

They're ready for your close-up.

- Yep.
- Tony, leave Mack alone

- and get over here.
- Carol, I was wrong.

It's not Mack.

This is about family, inheritance.

Yeah, I know that.

That paedophile, Dave
Andrews, he's in surgery.

Steven Maynard stabbed him.

And you know your
student Peter Gant?

He's involved.

Involved? Involved how?

We've got a DNA
match from the semen

found in Sarah Maynard's womb

and it was from him,
from Peter Gant.

Peter?

- What? Peter was her lover?
- Yeah.

Yeah, and he slept with her
the afternoon she was killed.

Why did you stab Dave Andrews?

We know he left these bull's
testicles in your locker.

Carol, ask him about Anya.

You knew Anya, didn't you?

The prostitute. You
were one of her regulars.

What's she been saying about me?

Anya is dead, Mr. Maynard.

Christ.

You knew her, didn't you?

For business, that's all.

She wasn't as fussy
as the rest of them.

You didn't need...

you know, a rubber.

Carol, ask him for a sperm sample.

Not a DNA sample, a sperm sample.

We might need a
semen sample from you.

I gave you the mouth swab.

- It's just...
- You don't need it!

Carol, he's sterile

and he can't admit it.

You can't have children, can you?

No.

- So, Laura and Emily...
- Andrews.

Andrews is their biological father.

Was it Dave Andrews?

Sarah wanted kids...

found out that I couldn't.

She was desperate.

Dave was a mate back then.

Only the last few months,

he started wanting... access.

You didn't tell her
he was into kids.

It's nothing to do with me.

I'm not their dad.

How did you find out about Peter?

How did you feel when you
found out about Peter Gant?

I don't know anyone
called Peter Gant.

Sarah's lover.

He was with her the
afternoon she died.

I didn't kill Sarah.

I loved her.

Even after everything.

I don't know any Peter Gant.

I'm afraid you'll be
facing further charges.

You don't know what it's like...

not being the real father.

Your family, your home...

It's all rotten.

All lies.

Kids that hate you.

They hate themselves
for hating you.

"I spread my seed
all over the North."

You read that, didn't you?

And you thought Mack
was your real father.

You were so desperate.

So unhappy as a child.

Having Mack as a dad
was an improvement.

But Mack's been leading you on.

He's been lying to you.

Just like that other man
who wasn't your dad.

And when you find that out...

Hello, Bradfield Police.

Hello, this is Bradfield Police.
Hello?

Is it the police youwant?
Hello, is -?'

Shit!

- What happened to his mouth?
- His tongue's been cut out.

Get out of the way.

I'm his case officer
for the Prob -

Oh, my God.

Miss Jenkins, you
should not be in here.

- Oh, God.
- Kevin, get her out.

You did this.

You did this, you bastard.

Michael!

Michael!

We have a description.

Mid 20s, dark hair,

well-spoken, light build.

He's adopted...

as a child,

when he was less
than two years old.

Father never wanted him.

They tried to keep his
origins a secret and

and the lies poisoned
his childhood.

He grew up despised.

He thought he was evil

and when he discovered
he was adopted,

it all fell into place.

He convinced himself he
was son of Mack "the Knife".

The Johnsons?

- Sarah Maynard?
- They were all trying to conceive.

He wanted a child as well

but Anya had the termination.

That's what set him off.

You worked all this
out earlier, didn't you?

Before he turned on Mack.

You knew what he was
gonna do and said nothing.

Mack gave birth to
a monster of his own

and had no idea how to control it.

- Perry could have been killed.
- I'm sorry about Perry.

Not about Mack?

Right, what will he do now?

- The killer.
- He slaughtered five people

to prove he was Mack's son

and it turned out to be a lie.

Just like the ones he grew up with.

He'll kill himself?

And you planned all this.

If I had...

Peter would still be alive.

How did he know?

The killer. How
did... How did he know

the Johnsons were
trying to conceive?

Medical records. Council records.

Maybe they volunteered to adopt.

What would you do? What would
you do if you wanted a child?

Me?

I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.

I'd go to a fertility clinic.

Use an anonymous donor,
fewer complications.

You know, when I was a
student, guys would donate

sperm for beer money.

Peter never even met
Sarah Maynard.

The Johnsons were
Catholic. They're not

supposed to use donor insemination.

They were going to
raise another man's child

as their own and
lie to them about it.

We're the only donor insemination

clinic in Bradfield.

Who has access to your records?

Well, myself.

Mrs. Dean, our administrator.

The guy we're after
isn't bothered by locks.

We're looking for a
man in his mid 20s,

- dark hair, light build.
- No, no, no.

There's no-one
here that matches...

What?

Our engineer, Lawrence James,

he's about that age and he
maintains the freezer units.

OK everyone.

There's probably still
evidence in there.

Let's try and leave it intact.

The main priority is
to protect yourselves.

Right now, he's more of a danger

to himself than anyone else.

What's in here?

Liquid nitrogen.

Lawrence.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Hey.

Hey.

Just think about this.

I have to cut it out.

It's the evil.

There's no evil inside you.

You don't have to do this.

Just one minute.

Just step down for one minute.
Talk to me. Come on.

What about all those things I did?

All those people that I hurt.

You did it for him.

He was manipulating you,
Lawrence. He lied to you.

They all lied to me.

My mum,

my so-called dad.

He hated me so much.

The refrigeration
unit's been smashed.

Get everyone out!

OK, Lawrence, come on.

- Take that thing off.
- You don't care.

Don't lie to me.

Lawrence, come on.

Come on. I know what you want.
You wanted kids.

Yeah, a family of your own.

Tony.

Your mother went to a fertility
clinic in Leeds, didn't she?

When Mack lived there.

I thought Mack was my dad.

I thought I must be a monster too.

You're not,

- and Mack wasn't your father.
- I was just...

- born evil.
- No-one is.

- Lawrence, come with me.
- Tony.

- Just a minute.
- No, Tony.

He sabotaged the plant.
The whole building's gonna go up.

- You've got to come.
- No-one is born evil.

- It's a choice we make.
- Look at the choices I made.

You can choose life, Lawrence.

- There's still hope, Lawrence.
- Will you stay with me?

- You don't have to.
- I want someone to be with me.

Tony, we're going. Now!

I want my dad.

Why did you do that?

Risk your life for him.

- Nobody deserves to die like that.
- Not even Mack?

Not even him.

Don't do it again.

I need you.

What? Right now?

Is that really such
a horrible prospect?

It's just there's not
much room on your desk.

No. I'd never fit a
baby in that in-tray.

Just as well I'd be
a terrible mother.

You will be a wonderful mother.

One day.

And you'll be a good father.

- You're a little...
- Weird?

Obsessive? Socially inept?

Secretive.

But you'll do.

I'm going home.

Yeah, me too.

See you later.

Dr. Hill.

Kenneth Gray, a man on

the sex offenders register,
has still not been traced.

What's being done to find him?

DS Winter, ma'am.

I wondered if you'd like

a more detailed record
of the investigation.

I'm on a book tour.
I'm promoting a book.

You're a novelist?

Joseph Paul, a Hungarian Jew

who fled to this
country during the war.

15!

What am I going to
tell his parents?

Psychologically, the signature
in each case is torture.

- How did you get my number?
- You gave it to me.

Any time I was in Bradfield,

you said, which is so sweet of you.

You say that the sea just washed
up the body of Kenneth Gray.

Hands tied behind his back,
it's like an execution.

I want you to make
that appeal, Carol.

Dr. Hill's already advised you.

We are running this inquiry.

It's a woman who
says she's your wife.

What was it? A wedding
chapel in Vegas?

Two people.

There's two personalities.

If you put pressure on this
relationship, anything can happen.

The only guarantee is that the
dominant will kill the submissive.

If you're not up to
this investigation,

I'll have no hesitation in
finding another officer who is.

Where are you staying?

I saw you together.

Carol.