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Guv... I have got you a present.

Frank?

I did what you asked

and had a look at that PM report for your neighbour.

Let me show you something.

Is that a ballerina?

Declan gave it to me, do you remember?

Everyone thought he was the stalker.

-You can't come in. -You serious?

Are you okay?

Honestly...I don't know.

You let me stand in front of him.

I was trying to end all this.

It's you.

Yes, it's me.

Huw?

Huw, are you awake?

Aww, how are you feeling...

Bit rough?

Coffee?

How do you like it?

What did you put in my drink?

I think you'll find that was your own doing.

I heard what you said.

What, you think I didn't hear you?

I'm sorry, what?

I knew it was you, I always knew.

Huw, you were off your face last night.

I don't know what you think you heard --

-Think...? -All I know is you came in,

you were staggering around,

saying very weird stuff about death, guilt, Ruth...

-No -- -...and then you passed out.

Now let me make you some breakfast.

Toast?

You coppers and your booze.

I bet you've ended up here a few times.

I heard Frank liked a tipple.

Don't...you mention my friend.

It's terrible that he's gone.

I know you killed him, and I know...

I know what you are.

And now I know, I'm coming for you.

I'm gonna put you away.

Whatever you say, Huw.

I think you're still drunk.

-No. You're not coming in. -Oh, Margot...

No. And Mum says so, too.

-Oh, where is she? -She's at work.

-Oh, love, come on. -How was Ruth?

Yeah, was it just like the old days

and the daughter you never had?

The daughter that...? Is that what you think?

Oh, sweets, she's never that,

she's just a troubled young woman --

Who needs you more than I do.

Don't worry, Dad, my skin's pretty thick these days.

Look, you just don't understand what is going on.

Yes, I do. Mum told me. You think Patrick's the Stalker.

Well, he is, isn't he!

Ah, the guy that moved in opposite...

You're sick.

Margot, I just...

You're sick and you won't get better.

It's...

Sorry, can't get to the phone right now.

Leave a message.

Hi. Hi. Err, Jenny, listen, err...

I, err...

I need to talk to you. Could -- Could you just ring me,

urgently please? Err,

yeah, I need you to look into the PM report

for my neighbour Frank.

He's... There's something wrong with --

There's something...

Yeah, okay, yeah, just call me.

Fuck.

Hey, Patrick.

You're back. Was it somewhere nice?

Yeah, grotty hotel and a conference room.

Didn't see the sky for three days.

How's Liz?

Well, she's a bit out of sorts.

You heard about this?

About what?

She said someone was in our house.

She's seen someone?

No, but she was a bit freaked out.

Feels like someone's casing the joint, you know?

What?

Nothing, no, nothing.

Well, it's just this... this thing happened last night.

What?

Huw turned up in the middle of the night.

As in, there he is, walking into my house.

-Seriously? -Yeah, he was drunk.

He was off his tits,

and he ended up passing out on my sofa.

What was he doing in your house?

I have no idea.

You know, when he was doing that big case,

the one he flunked, he had some sort of breakdown.

He had a breakdown?

God.

So...?

So he's got form for odd behaviour.

And you think it could have been Huw in your house?

No, come on, Steve, he's a cop.

He was a cop.

Just keep an eye out, yeah?

Hello, Declan.

No.

I know that I'm the last person you want to see but --

I am not the stalker!

Stop harassing me!

Yes. I know! I know...

I'm... I'm sorry.

You ruined my life.

You left me to rot.

I did. I did...

But something's happened.

-I don't care. -Declan, I need your help.

God, no, no, no...

-Declan. -No, no!

You said he's been calling you?

He's a twat.

Asking for favours. He's supposed to be retired.

Yeah, well, I'm not answering.

Alright?

-Ruth's expecting us. Yeah? -Yeah.

Yeah, she said she'd be in all morning.

Curtains are still shut.

Huh.

Lights are still on.

Ruth?

Hi, it's Jenny.

Mar... Martin!

Oh, man.

I'll call it in.

You okay?

I've seen this before.

Alright, Huw?

Hi, it's Ruth. Leave a message.

Yeah, hi... hi, Ruth. Listen, err.

I... I'm just so, so sorry.

What I've done to you, I...

Sometimes, I just can't stop. I...

Yeah,

somehow, I've always found a way to hurt you

an... and... and now, well...

now what I've done is even worse.

Erm, I'm just so sorry, Ruth.

I know it's way too late. I...

Oh, God.

Sometimes he gets a bit...

-Hi. -Hi, Mum.

Patrick, hello.

Alice, I need to ask you something.

Go on.

Huw ended up on my sofa, last night.

Oh, that's where he went.

Yeah, he was a little worse for wear.

I'm not judging, but, erm...

yeah, he seemed a bit,

what was the word? Yeah, "ragged."

Is he okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Of course he's okay.

He thinks you're trouble, though.

Getting him smashed like that.

He's blaming me?

Well, I'm guessing he wasn't the one pouring the trebles.

Oh, well, my bad.

Great, I'll stop worrying.

It's just some of the stuff he was saying...

What stuff?

Oh, you know what your dad's like.

Give me a hand with the shopping, please?

Thanks.

There's not much.

I'll leave you to it.

Okay.

I hope I didn't say anything wrong.

-No, not at all. -It's just,

I sometimes wonder how you cope with Huw.

I sometimes wonder how you're single.

A handsome, charming man like you.

Alice, behave.

But Margot's too young for you.

What? No. No, I just see her as a friend.

She's too young for that, too.

Nice seeing you. Take care.

He's a good guy, you know, no matter what Dad says.

Your dad is a complicated man, Margot.

And I know he's not the father you wanted,

but he's never been a fool.

-What does that mean? -It means that...

just stay away from Patrick, please.

How can you still believe Dad,

after all the bullshit?

He finally turned up, by the way.

Your dad? Well, where is he?

I don't know. I told him to get lost.

Well, how did he seem?

He seemed rough.

-And he stank. -Margot, what was he like?

He was like how he was before,

when he'd disappear for days.

You remember?

And then he'd finally turn up

just as he was about to solve the case.

"This time I've got him!"

It was always "just you wait, tomorrow..."

You do remember?

And then, he'd vanish again, go see Ruth.

And you'd be left standing by the door,

trying to pretend that everything was okay.

And I didn't know how to help.

I don't know why you're not more angry.

Because I am worried about him.

I'm sorry, Mum.

Declan?

Declan? I know you're in there, just open up.

-I told you -- -And I know that you hate me.

And I'd... I'd... I'd feel the same way.

But listen.

I'm coming in, alright? I've got nowhere else to go.

I still get a brick through my window,

every now and then.

Doesn't matter that I didn't do it...

Cos once your face is all over TV...

Yeah, well, I paid for my failures, too.

Not like me.

Well, you had links to all the victims.

Which he must have planted!

I didn't know any of 'em!

Well, you, you knew Ruth.

She's different. I never did anything bad.

I just liked to watch her.

She's so pretty, you know?

She's like a little sugar fairy on top of a cake.

Why did he pick you?

I don't know...

Because no one cares about me?

But why did he even know about you?

When you realised it wasn't me, and that CCTV proved

that I couldn't have done half the crimes you'd charged me for,

no one, not even you, asked me that.

I was taken off the case.

You wouldn't have come anyway.

So Ruth was the only one

that you actually had a connection with.

-All the rest were...? -Total strangers.

So...so that means that he would have been watching Ruth,

and that's when he would have noticed you,

or he's watching you, and that's when he would have seen her.

-And you were stalking her so -- -I wasn't stalking her!

I just thought we could be friends.

She's a beautiful dancer.

I saw this ballerina statue in an antiques shop

and it made me think of her.

So I...

I got it fixed up and I gave it to her.

-You scared her. -No.

No, I'm not like that.

What do you care? It's done.

You're done. I'm done.

No, something's changed,

something's happening, something...

-something new. -Sure it has.

Oh, if I can find out what the connection is between...

between you and the... and the victims.

And why he picked you, and why he even met you,

then I can work out why he chose the rest, don't you see?

-And do what? -Then I've got the proof!

So think! Think why you?

The same reason he wrote you all of those letters.

He knew you loved the chase as much as much as the catches.

You and him. Me and him. Dirty men.

Do you ever think about the link,

between you and your victims?

-What? -You met me,

and my life is trashed.

Ruth, too, right?

How's your wife? Your family?

Who's done more damage, you or the Stalker?

That's a stupid thing to say.

Really?

Name me a single person who's better off for knowing you!

Hey, give Ruth my love, if you dare!

Neighbour says she saw a man banging on Ruth's door

two nights ago, trying to break in.

Guess the description she gave?

Male, white, fifties, balding...

I can't believe Huw went back there, after he promised...

-What a prick. -Prick?

Jen, he was there, at the scene of the crime,

at the time of the murder,

a murder which looks just like all of the other victims

of the old Ripton Stalker case.

No, see, I was wrong about that.

It's not the same. It's cruder.

I mean, it's similar, but the stabbing's different.

It's a different kind of rope with different knots.

-Right, so, a copycat then? -Yeah, maybe.

Or someone pretending to be the Stalker.

Oh, I just... I don't know.

Huw would.

Yeah, well, we could ask him.

Nice and formally with his solicitor present.

-Martin... -Look, Jen,

-I know he's your mate. -No, he's not a mate!

Five minutes ago, he was my boss.

And he was a great boss, too, whatever you all thought.

-He's involved in this. -You don't know that.

He was there. He left that weird phone message.

There's all these links to the Stalker...

-It's all circumstantial. It... -It's dodgy, that's what it is.

Look, I'm not saying he's the killer.

Okay?

Not yet, anyway.

Scary. But you're okay?

A bit wobbly, to be honest.

I bet, but Paul's home --

What, him? What's he gonna do,

scare 'em off with his Kindle?

Oh, he's better than nothing, I suppose.

Oh, I don't like it. It just feels like we're being watched.

Erm, what's this about you catching Huw in your house?

Well, I think -- I hope it was a misunderstanding.

Like how?

And don't worry about the twins.

Oh, my God.

Whatever this is, I'm sure they're perfectly fine.

Okay. Okay, it's okay.

Tina, just call me whenever you want.

Thanks. I mean it, thank you.

What did he want?

Erm, he was just being friendly.

What? He said that we can call him if anything happens.

What do we need him for?

Why have you got your pants in a twist?

He's been saying shit about Huw.

Huw was the first friend I made when we moved in.

Yeah. And you've always thought he was a hero,

because he was a cop.

You and your true crime podcasts.

No, I admired him because he was bloody good at his job.

And he's a proper friend, too.

What? He's not our friend now? Cos Patrick's here?

How does that work?

Oh... oh, thanks for coming.

There's some fruit, salad, a tub of pasta.

Yeah, have you got the report?

Frank's Postmortem, yes. There.

You know, Margot's still fuming with you.

Ahah, God... well, she'll...

she'll calm down, I mean you'll...

You'll talk to her.

What were you doing at Patrick's last night?

Alice, you know, he... he confessed to me.

-He admitted it. -What...?

Yeah! Yeah!

Just out of the blue. He admitted it?

Yeah, I know, he just... just... just said it.

Just to kind of mess... mess with my head.

And of course he denied in the morning.

When you were sober.

Yeah, but... but he said it!

And then he kept going on about... about Frank.

Just teasing me, almost letting me know that he killed him.

They spotted that there was no chloroform or other sedatives.

But I think that he was drugged with some kind of natural herb,

that show the same qualities.

Ah, there it is! Gelsemium.

There, there are traces of it in the bloodstream.

But listen, they don't tell me how much.

Do you think the coroner wouldn't have spotted

something like this?

Listen to yourself.

You think that Patrick confessed to killing Frank.

I don't think. I don't think. I know, I heard him.

Because he told you, when you were so drunk,

that you passed out.

I know what I heard!

You just don't see it, do you?

You don't see how bad you are,

and I've told you. I've warned you, but you...

you just carry on anyway.

But I know it's Patrick!

I do... and I ne... I need you to believe me, Alice.

I can't do this any more.

I can't... You're drowning and you're pulling me down with you.

But this ti... this time. I know...

I know I'm right.

This time! Oh, Huw...

I promise.

I promise, Alice.

Just save your promises, please.

Just prove it.

Or I can't be with you.

Steve.

Steve. Steve, wake up.

Oh, my God.

There's somebody down there.

Listen, Steve. Wait. Wait. Wait. What are you gonna do?

What are you going to do?

What?

What, you want... No, you can't do that...

No, Steve. Steve, wait!

I've got a baseball bat, so whoever's in here,

you're gonna get your skull caved in, you hear me?

Cheers, mate.

I'd do it myself, but you need a special drill bit.

Err, no worries. Happy to help.

Right, what are we gonna do about Huw?

Are we gonna tell Alice?

We didn't actually see him, though, did we?

Well, no one's getting past that.

So what are you saying, we don't think it was Huw?

Is it his golf club?

You've called the police, right?

Yeah. They said they'd send someone round but I'm...

-I'm not holding my breath. -And with Huw,

they'll look after one of their own, I bet.

Right, so what are we gonna do?

What, do we just wait for Huw to break in again?

He's been in all our houses over the years.

He's gonna know how to get in.

I don't wanna think about it.

I'm off to the hardware store,

-gonna get a chunky hammer. -What?

If anyone wants to break in again, bring it on.

-For God's sake... -Bring it on!

Try not to stress, too much, guys.

Oh, yeah. Err, hi... Err, yeah, Paul. Yeah.

Are you around?

Well, no, I'm...

I wanna talk to you about Patrick.

Hi.

Did you hear that someone broke into Liz and Steve's house?

-No. -Nothing's been stolen yet,

but things have...

Been moved around, haven't they?

Re-ordered.

Yeah.

How many houses?

I don't know, but, err, a few.

And everyone thinks it's you.

It's 'cos Patrick's being a devious arsehole.

Isn't he?

I knew it.

He's way too chummy.

Liz is winding Tina up about all the break ins.

The two of them are getting really shrieky.

Yeah, well, they need to be.

-You think he's dangerous? -Yes, yes, Paul.

He's dangerous.

How about I help?

I could have a snoop about his place when he's out.

No, no, he mustn't know that you're on to him.

I know, but he'd be... he'd be at work --

Just, Paul, whatever you do, just...

just, erm... just don't get involved, alright?

So think. Think why you?

Same reason he wrote you all of those letters.

He knew you loved the chase as much as the catches.

She's a beautiful dancer.

I saw this ballerina statue in an antiques shop,

and it made me think of her.

So I... I got it fixed up, and I gave it to her.

I saw this ballerina statue in an antiques shop...

I got it fixed up.

Wait, what?

This ballerina statue that you gave to Ruth,

-now, what was wrong with it? -Just slow down --

You said you got it fixed up, right?

Now, what did that actually mean?

Declan, okay so what... what was wrong with it?

I dropped it. When I first got it,

I dropped it, and the arm snapped.

So you repaired it, okay. You took it to a Repair Shop,

-didn't yer? -Yes.

Yeah, well, was it Harbottle Repair Shop,

-on... on Murray Street? -I don't know, maybe.

-Maybe? -I don't remember!

-I'd know it if I saw it. -Okay, so...

so the guy... the guy who... who repaired it, okay so...

-Just... just describe him. -He... he...

he was a nice guy. Friendly. Didn't charge too much.

No, no, what did he look like?

It was years ago!

I popped in, dropped it off,

came back a week later,

barely spent five minutes with the fella...

Is... is... is... is that him?

You're seriously telling me

that you can't even describe this guy?

What if I took you down the police station?

What would you say then, eh?

Erm...

-Eh? -Well...

well, he... he, erm...

He was really charming.

And he loved the statue.

And he... he said that he could see

that I wanted to give it to someone really special,

so it deserved a special treatment.

He did a perfect job. He... he... he...

he shook my hand, took my picture,

cos he could see how pleased I was.

He was a nice guy.

Maybe it's not him.

Dad.

I just... I just came to get this. It's, err...

Oh, don't worry, I'm not staying.

Err, so I... I understand that I've hurt you.

And how... how much I've hurt you.

I didn't mean it, I promise.

I hate it.

It's the worst thing in the world, the way you look at me.

One... one... one day I'll make you proud of me.

I'll see you soon, Sweets.

I love you.

I knew you'd need me.

Right.

So...

what... what are we looking for?

Err, well, were looking for a... a link.

-Right. -Err, these are --

They're crime scene photographs from the, erm, second victim.

He's a 64-year-old man called Brian Townsend.

-Right... -And this is, err...

This is paperwork from his home office.

See, he was a bit of a hoarder. So he never threw anything away.

Well, that -- Oh, my God. That's it.

-What? -That's the link.

It's a... it's a... it's a receipt.

"Re-condition and repair of antique carriage clock."

Yeah, but look who... look who's...

look who's signed it...

Patrick Harbottle.

Let's... let's go and tell the cops.

No, they're not gonna do anything.

This is just another piece of paper.

This is the link, you see, the...

it's the shop. The shop is the link.

-How you getting on? -Yeah, good.

I'm just typing up the report now.

Oh, great, well done.

Err, one last thing -- forensics found this --

fallen under the mattress, lodged at the back.

Add it to the report, yeah?

What?

I just, erm...

I need to talk to Huw.

About what?

Well, what a nice surprise.

I know what you are.

Even if no one else... even if...

even if all of these lot fall for it.

Well, what can I say? I'm a people pleaser.

Are they all up there?

How do you mean?

Do any of them not make it onto the wall?

Well, the ones who aren't happy,

normally, they don't want their photograph taken.

So there's them.

You really are very charming.

He was right.

Who was right?

Catch you later.

Oh, fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Hey, Huw. What's up?

Yeah, hi. Yeah, yeah, hi, Paul, listen, err...

I know what I said earlier on. But I really do need your help.

Yes! Here we go!

Well, what... what do you need?

Okay, I want you to go into Patrick's back garden,

and in there, there's a key.

Up the gnome's arse, right?

Yeah, that's right, so, err, promise me

you'll go in and out in a flash, okay...

I promise I won't be a hero. What do you need?

Okay, so there's, erm...

err... err upstairs, in his bedroom, under...

under his bed, there's an old case.

Oh, yeah... I know the one.

How could you possibly know?!

Because I just took it out of his house.

-You what? -Yeah.

I decided to have a little snoop after all.

I was in and out like a ninja.

Sorry, you... you've got the case?

Yeah. I can't get it open, though.

That combination lock is a bugger, eh?

-What do you think's inside? -Polaroids.

There are Polaroids of every victim that he has killed.

Okay, so... I just...

I just want you to stay put, Paul!

Are you alright, Mum?

You're not getting a divorce, are you?

No.

Not yet.

He... he just won't stop lying, Margot.

He won't stop. He's obsessed.

He won't do anything that doesn't suit him.

He is bloody minded.

He is not thinking about us at all.

I shouldn't be even talking to you about this.

But you're the only person I trust.

Do you think that Patrick is the Stalker...

Really?

I don't... I don't know.

What do you think, Mum?

I think your dad's right.

When I saw the way Patrick was with you,

I knew something was wrong.

I'm gonna call him, tell him to come home.

Oi, hey, Huw! We need to talk.

Err, sorry, mate, I can't, not now.

No, you really can.

Look, Steve, Steve. I can't...

Fine. Fine, I tell you what. I'll be back in a sec,

and you can explain something to me...

Paul?

Huw, do you recognise this?

Don't walk away.

Paul? Paul, is that you?

Oh, my God. God, Paul.

Oh, God. No, no, it's alright. No, no, ju--

No, no, just stay calm. Stay calm.

It's alright. I'm here, Paul.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's Tina's house. That's Dad.

Huw! What's happened?

-Dad! -No, no, no, I'm --

-I'm his wife. Huw? -What's happening?

You can't go any further.

-Huw? -This is a crime scene.

-Hello. Excuse me. -This is my house.