All language subtitles for Whitechapel S01E02 pt2 x264 RB58

I'm here to see the commander.

The murder of Alice Graves
is an exact recreation

of the murder of Annie Chapman.

Alice Graves was found in a backyard
with her throat cut

and body horribly mutilated,
just like Annie Chapman in 1888.

It was virtually identical,
down to the date,

the time, the things left
at her feet, the envelope nearby.

The pathologist was sure
that whoever did this had
no specialist medical knowledge.

He can handle a knife and the gore,
but he's an amateur,

working from coroner's reports
of the Ripper's victims.

We get the picture, Inspector.

If he is copying Jack The Ripper,
as you say,

then we can expect
three more murders.

Not if we can stop him.
When did you identify this pattern?

Eight days ago.

And Alice Graves died when?

Yesterday morning.

If you knew
a murder was going to happen,

we should have been told.

It was only a theory up until
yesterday. I didn't have any proof.

Joe, wait.

At least I know where I stand.
I'm protecting you.

I'm under pressure to replace you
with a more senior officer.

So, replace me.
And when I'm debriefed,

don't expect me to lie about
what you knew and when you knew it.

Fine.

Stay on it.

But don't run to me
once the press get hold of it.

My obligation to you ends
when it hits the headlines.

Good luck, Joe.

OK, everyone. Attention!

Oh, here we go.

Here we have
wholemeal salmon sandwiches.

Fresh fruit, nuts, juice.

Brain food, gentlemen.

In the bin.

It helps concentration and stamina.

Bin.
It'll give me wind.

Everything gives you wind.
Research.

Read them carefully.

Look for anything to get us
inside the killer's head.

One of these books is his Bible.

I can't remember
the last time I read a book.

Right. Well, you can have the DVDs.

342 pages?! You can
claim overtime for that, Fitz (!)

What do we know about Alice Graves?

She was 36 years old,
she had three children...separated.

She saw an alcoholic -
and definitely on the game.

She was badly bruised around the face
sometime before death.

Find out who did that
and what it was about.

Sarah Smith, who found her,
must know something.

We've got to appeal for witnesses,
broaden the enquiry.

You can go on TV.
No.

Yeah.
No!

I could go.
NO!

There are three murders to go.
We can't let on to the press.
It'll create panic.

We'll have every crackpot owning up
to being Jack and the Home Office
will be on our backs.

You don't know that'll happen.
I do. History tells us so.

I know what happens next.

I go and get some proper food!

I'm getting my bacon roll back.

Keep your phone on.
Any trouble, call me straight away.

She'll be all right.

I'll take this one.

How's tricks?

You know. Seen better.

I'll buy you a coffee.
You can tell me about it.

Fitz, get the SOCO file
on Alice Graves. We're up.

Sir, can I have a word?
Sure.

By the way...
I saved a book for you.

Jill The Ripper.
T'riffic.

I had a word
with Sarah Smith last night.

The tom who found the body.

She's very jumpy.
She said all the girls are. But...

there's a regular, a soldier,

who's beating girls,
threatening to gut them.

And get this. He carries a bayonet.

Did Sarah Smith give you a name?
No. They call him The Squaddie.

He's always boasting about
how he guards the queen.

Sarah said he WAS OK,
but he went out to Helmand Province
and ain't been the same since.

He don't want sex any more.
Just gets off on scaring 'em.

Only the real desperate toms'll
go with him. Fitz?

You got that envelope?
Yeah.

This was found beside
the body of Alice Graves.

It's the regimental crest
from the Household Division,

based at Clarence Barracks.

We got a prime suspect for you.

The guards are on inspection at 3pm.

There's no way Sarah
would do anything official.

This is the best I could manage.

Thanks for meeting us, girls.

This is my colleague,
Detective Inspector Chandler.

Ladies.
Shall we watch the show.

Squad...shun!

Squad...stand at ease!

Squad...!
Third from the right.

Shun!

That's him.

Innit?

It's definitely him.

Excuse me? DC McCormack.

Oh, yes. Er...I got your message.

Er, Alice Graves.

I pulled her file.

Come with me.

Oh. She went to the Larkin Trust.
Is that a hostel?

No, no, no. It's an organisation
for women with alcohol problems.

It's...a bit out of date.

But the address is still good.
We need to know about
her last admission to A&E.

She came in with facial injuries.

Nothing serious. Some bruises
sustained in a fight with a client.

She was a prostitute.
Did she know who the guy was?

She was so drunk when she came in,
she could hardly speak.

But she did say something about...
a soldier?

OK. Good. Thanks very much.

Thank you.

Hello!

This is unofficial. OK?

Purely advisory.
Yes, yes. Absolutely.

I'll be the very soul of discretion.

My Watson to your Holmes, eh?

We found this at the scene,
with a portion of regimental crest
on the envelope...

..which was placed
next to Alice's body.

There was a torn envelope
by Annie Chapman's body,
but it was a red herring.

It had nothing to do with Jack.

The first victim thought
her attacker was a soldier.

One wound could have been made
by a bayonet.

And now this regimental mark
on the envelope.

It all points to
the killer being a soldier.

He's creating the world for you.

The same murders,
the same mysterious suspects.

The same...mysterious lines
of enquiry.

He wants you to think
he's a soldier,
or a man in a leather apron.

Because, if you're looking for them,
you're not looking for him.

He wants to make you
his Inspector Abberline.

The policeman who
couldn't catch the Ripper. Mm.

The point of being Jack The Ripper
was to get away with it.

And never be found.

I can't believe the guy's left no
trace. We've nothing from Forensics.

It's like he knows what we look for
and how we find it.

Or he's a phantom.
Then, the police were so desperate,

they even considered photographing
the eyes of the victims.

They thought their dying retinas
might have held an image
of the killer.

Could you imagine? A picture
of Jack in the eyes of the dead.

So...what couldn't wait?

I wanted to check her eyes.
We've gone over every inch of her.
There's nothing.

Not her eyelids, her eyes.

That's off the peg?
I know.

Got two pairs of trousers, too,
to even up the wear.

You look like the boss.
Nah. His suits are handmade.

Savile Row.
Wind the skipper up.

Your attention, please. Ladies.

Private John Leary.

History of violence against women.

He threatened a teenager
with a knife in Germany

and he wounded a young woman
in Aldershot.

His regiment have dealt
with everything up until now.

They describe him as 'troubled'.

Now, his leaves don't tally exactly

with the murders,
but we can't rule him out.

He's a very naughty boy.

You get all that, Boss?
Yes, I heard.

Bring him in.

We've found the killer's DNA
on Alice Graves,
so we'll get a sample from Leary.

What DNA? The body was clean?
It was on her eyeballs.

How did it get there? He wanted to
leave his image on her dying eyes.

So he licked them.

Are you a regular client
of prostitutes? - John Leary.

Private. 2-4-1-9-6-0-3-4.

Did you know
the prostitute Alice Graves?

John Leary. Private.
2-4-1-9-6-0-3-4.

Do you know the crack house
near Brick Lane where
Alice Graves' body was found?

John Leary. Private.
Jesus Christ! You haven't
been captured by the bloody enemy!

This isn't Afghanistan
and you're not the bloody SAS!

Is this all we'll get?
He's not obliged to say anything
that may incriminate him.

If he wants to play Guantanomo Bay,
can we shock his bollocks
till he chats?

That's not funny, Detective.
Oh, really? I'm laughing.

You know the house.
Did you take Alice there? John Leary.

We know! You used to beat her up.
Was that not enough for you any more?

John Leary. Private.

2-4-1-9-6-0-3-4.

'Private John Leary of the Queen's Foot Guard,
based at Clarence Barracks,

was arrested by police
this afternoon

and is being held on suspicion...'
We're missing a trick.

An appeal on here
could jog a few memories,

turn up all kinds of witnesses.

We've had this through
from Forensics.

Bayonet's clean.
No blood traces at all.

Shit!

And the eyeball DNA's
been contaminated.

I've had to release Leary.

Leary's not in the clear yet!

He just got lucky.

What is it, Skip?
Eyeball DNA's contaminated.

Bayonet's clean.

Oh, you're joking!
Oh, no!

Oh, what?

Why is the Director of Forensic
Science suddenly signing off
on the evidence?

Why is he doing labwork?

That's unheard of.
The director doing labwork?

It's a cover-up!

Well...

The original Jack was a cover-up.

In my 342-page book,

the original Jack
was a Masonic conspiracy

to protect the Duke of Clarence.

He had married a Catholic whore
and the other women
were all witnesses at the wedding.

Who's the Duke of Clarence?
Is that Charles?

Charles!
No!

Listen!

The whores were witnesses
to a wedding

the palace wanted to keep secret.

So, the palace had the girls killed.

That was the conspiracy then.
So, what is it now?

If we knew that,
it wouldn't be much of a conspiracy.

It's just one theory out of
hundreds. My book has Jack as a
sailor who went to live in Jamaica.

In my book, Jack's a woman.
Well, maybe, though,

the palace has something to hide.
Yeah. Hold on a minute.

Alice Graves...

used this support unit for alchies.

And guess who the patron was.

Princess Diana.

You want a conspiracy?

You want a wedding
that's been covered up?

This...is the mother.

Don't mess...with the masons.

Leary is a good suspect.

We'll get the evidence cos he did
it. No-one's covering anything up.

So, no more conspiracies,
no more masons.

And no more Scotch, either.

Yes?
'Turn on the news.'

'..happened to these murders.
The tabloids are reporting

that Jack The Ripper is back

and killing women again
in the east end of London.

Sources also suggest
that the police,

already under fire
for being slow to react to the case,

are looking into
a possible Masonic connection.'

'You have a leak, Sort it out.'

'The murder of Alice Graves
is likely to be the second

in a series
of five planned attacks.'

You happy now?
What?

Someone has compromised
the entire investigation.

What are you insinuating?
You know. I'm not the leak!

You wanted rid of me at the start.
I'd do that?

I am staying till we get an arrest.
So, the hell with you.

Oi! I've been doing this job
for 20 years.

I have to trust
the loyalty of my men. Would I

risk that
for a streak of piss like you?

You'll screw this investigation up
without my help.

I will find your leak for you.
And you will apologise!

I like single malts,
not that blended shit.

Now that this is out in the open,
we'll be inundated

with false leads, false confessions
and false alarms.

Not to mention
the public getting in our way.

The press are offering
cash for clues.

They want to beat us to The Ripper.

The Home Office is under pressure -
and our top brass.

Which means that we
are under 24-hour scrutiny.

We cannot make any mistakes,
we cannot be fallible.

Fally who?
I know there's been talk

about conspiracies and masons
and cover-ups. I want it to stop now.

I want to get back on track. Which is
why I've asked an impartial expert

to come in and talk to you today.

Mr Buchan?

Oh, not the Ripperologist!

Are you out of your mind?

We need an objective view.
A step back.

Oh, he's a step back all right.

It's fine.

Should I just begin?
Yes. Go ahead.

Imagine. Whitechapel, 1888.

A place so terrible that
Jack London called it the abyss.

Ed? Masons.

Yes. Yes.

There is no conspiracy.

The Masonic conspiracy
of Jack The Ripper

is the biggest load of bunkum
ever to taint true Ripperology.

Based on a total disregard
of the known facts of the case.

Crime conspiracy is the last resort
of an investigator.

It's a way of saying it's
not your fault you can't solve it.

Yeah, well, why did the director
handle the evidence? Huh?

Good point.
It was a favour to me, actually.

I wanted the best.

Oi! Eyes front!

It doesn't explain the Larkin Trust.
Alice Graves. She used to go there.

So did Cathy Lane. I checked.

May I er...?

It's another myth.

That the canonical victims
knew each other.

He'll be recreating pea soupers
for us next.

Clever boy.

You don't have to keep
turning them. Let them cook.

Oi! I'm still in charge.
Who's for another beer?

Please, Fitz.
No. No, thank you.

You found your
pub in the country yet?

Yeah. Saw a lovely place in Sussex.

Don't come cheap.
Huh! Tell me about it.

We're already remortgaged
up to the hilt as it is.

Still, the money from the papers
must help. Right?

What? Is...
Is that what I'm about, is it?

I'm just saying.

I understand why you did it.

Can't live your dream on a pension,
can you?

A few bob in my pocket
and screw you guys?

Yeah, right (!)

I'm outta here.

What's up? Where are you going?

He thinks I'm the leak. Thinks
I sold you out for a few grand.

Don't be daft.
Come on. Have a beer.

They're on me.

Since when?

Never see your wallet in the bar,
do we?

Well, it's...just a beer.

That's your guilty conscience, Fitz.

It's a beer. Come on, Fitz.
I can see it in your face. Tell us.

I didn't do it for the money.

I did it so we could get a new DI.

I did it for you, Skip.

It's what you wanted, innit?

Here.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Ray!

Can I borrow this for further study?
I'll return it in the morning.

Out of the question.

I understand.

Absolutely.

The double event is imminent.

The night Jack killed not one,
but two women in the space of
45 minutes.

Catherine Eddowes was killed
in Mitre Square, on the cobbles.

It's the only murder site
that still exists - you can stand
on that exact spot today.

He'll definitely be tempted by that.
It's so authentic.

There's CCTV in Mitre Square.
It's completely overlooked.

He wouldn't be so stupid. He'd be
caught in minutes. Game over.

Hm. Mitre Square's
too important to miss -
and he gets to take away her kidney.

He can't do it. It's impossible.
I'd definitely regard

Mitre Square
as a probable murder site.

All right. I'll keep an eye on it.

But we're gonna focus on
Private Leary.

Watch every move he makes.
It's not him.

He fits the description
of Emma Jones's attacker.

We know he assaulted
Alice Graves before her murder.

He's our prime suspect.

Well, then you have to ask yourself,
will there be a double event or not?

What do you mean?

There's a growing body of thought
that Jack was not responsible
for both murders.

I thought Elizabeth Stride
and Catherine Eddowes were definite.

It's a recent theory,
not mainstream.

Liz Stride had her throat cut,
but she wasn't mutilated.

The classic theory is that
he must have been disturbed,

so found another victim
to sate himself.

But...

No signs of strangulation.

The coroner found a dissimilarity
with how her throat was cut

and believed
a different weapon was used.

No mutilation, different MO,
different signature.

Her death could have been a
coincidence, wrongly linked to Jack.

So, a classic Ripper fan
will kill twice,

but if it's an alternative theorist,
once.

In essence, yes.
So, which one is he?

That's up to you, Joe.
You're the expert!

But it's your investigation.
Oh, Jesus!

All I have is...

history.

I've got...nothing...tangible.

Nothing...

Nothing right now...

right here to help me. I mean...

It was a dead woman in Whitechapel,
a simple domestic.

I wasn't...

I'm not supposed to be doing this.

Look. My...

whole career...

..has been mapped out
by other people.

Just trying to fast-track me on to...

I'm the wrong man for this job.

But if we catch this man
tomorrow night,

you will be the man
who captured The Ripper...for ever.

No-one catches The Ripper.

History says so.

Have a good, long look, Mary.

Take your time.

None of them jump out at me.
It was very dark.

I only remember seeing the knife.
I'm sorry.

How about him?

Ring any bell?

Maybe... It's possible.

It could be him.
Good girl.

Mary's just picked out Leary.

That's a positive ID
from Mary and Sarah Smith. Good.

Let's go ahead with it, then.

We need to catch Private Leary
in the act.

As we know,
the time's important to him.

If he's our killer, he'll attempt
the first murder at 1am tonight

in Henrique's Street.

McCormack, I want you there.
Kent and Sanders,
you'll be in Clarence Barracks.

The MOD have agreed access, so you
can watch the accommodation block.

I'll be out front with the boss.

The second murder was
in Mitre Square at 1:45.

There'll no doubt be a public
presence of press an onlookers.

We'll have uniforms there. And Leary
is under observation from now on.

Our objective is surveillance.
We don't make a move until he does.

This is it.

No mistakes.

When we get Leary, let his nibs read
him his rights. Give him his moment.

Sorry.

All right, darling?
You take care tonight, ladies.

All quiet here, sir.

Kent, only use the radio
when something's happening.

'Out.'

We're right about Leary?
Yeah, we are right.

It's the one thing
you and I agree on.

Mitre Square, please give
your situation report.

Mitre Square, north side.
Everything under control. Over.

All right?
Fine.

Mitre Square.
All clear on the south side. Over.

McCormack. Situation report.

Pissed off...cold...
and very thirsty, sir.

Shit.

We're up.

'Suspect in military clothing.'

He's coming down the scaffolding.

'Rear of the barracks.'

'OK. All units, here we go.'

Suspect is AWOL.

On the move. Heading towards you,
Kent. He has a bag.

Kent? Have you got him in sight?

'Kent! Have you got him in sight?'

Trailing suspect on foot.

'Kent. Situation report.'

'For God's sake, Kent.
Can you see him?'

Suspect is heading towards
perimeter wall near you, sir.

'Now wearing a baseball cap
and a dark jacket.'

He's got accomplices.
It IS a bloody conspiracy.
We're on the move.

He's got into a dark car.

Can't read the registration.
Looks like two male IC-1s with him.

He must be heading for the kill.

Tailing suspect heading west.
All units, stand by.

This doesn't make sense.
It's the wrong direction!

The murder sites are east!

He's trying to lose us.
Well, stick with him!

What do you think I'm doing?!

He's messing with us.

What's he doing now?

He's turning back!

Trailing suspect east. All units,
stand by. Trailing suspect east.

What's going on?
What's he playing at?

Are you trying to frame
Private Leary?

'This is Mitre Square.
We've had a disturbance.'

It's the bloody press.
We've been set up.

Yet you're no closer
to catching the murderer.

There's a disturbance at Mitre
Square, but no-one's been killed.

Out of the way! Move!

Police!

Please! For God's sake!

Joe! Thank God!

Joe!

Is anybody in the square?
IS ANYBODY IN THE SQUARE?

It's Mary.

He got Mary.

This is impossible.
There's nobody here!

He ain't human. He can't be.

Joe... Thank God.

I didn't get their numbers,
but I wish to lodge a complaint.

Joe? I want to complain
against the two gorillas

who arrested me
and threw me in the van.

Mother'll be in a terrible state,
wondering where I am.

Joe, do you think
I could have my laces back?

Not yet, Mr Buchan.

This way, Mr Buchan.

Oh.

I see.

Where were you
at 1:30am this morning?

I was staking out the exact spot

where Catherine Eddowes
was murdered in 1888.

You were hiding from the police.

I wanted to catch The Ripper.

I've been hunting him all my life,
and now here he is again,
made flesh.

He is my nemesis.

He's mine to bring to justice.
So, that's why you wanted to help.

To get an inside track
on the investigation of yourself.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Having committed
the offence of obstruction

by entering a restricted area,

you were escorted from the square
at 1:41am.

By the gorillas. Correct.

Was there anyone else
in the actual square? No.

Look. I caused a bit of
a ruckus and I'm sorry about that.

But...he didn't even show up.
So, no harm done, eh?

At 1:45 am...

the body of a woman was found
in Mitre Square.

The body of a woman?

That's impossible. He...he
couldn't have. There was no time.

He had four minutes. But -
All he needed was a distraction!

Like the mini riot that you caused.

Me?

You think he used me?
You made it possible!

His accomplice!

I am Edward Buchan, respected
authority on Jack The Ripper.

I am not a killer.

Nor do I serve one.

How dare you?

Mrs Buchan?

Police. We have a warrant to search
yours and your son's premises.
May I come in?

He subscribes to
Caravan International.

Looks like he pays his bills on time.
Yeah, course he does. He's a saint.

He's in a dispute with the council...

over a neighbour's plans
for an extension.

I mean, it's not really...

Well, where's all the Ripper stuff,
then?

I thought he was
the world's foremost expert.
Does he keep it all in his head?

Mrs Buchan?
Mrs Buchan, what's down here?

Oh, that's my son's study.
I haven't got a key.

Got a screwdriver?

Ta very much.

Bloody hell.

I knew it.

It's like an incident room -
from 1888.

It's a killer's lair.

Look at all this.

He's a Ripperologist.
This is what he does for a living.

He's even got his own website.

Look. This ain't from 1888.

He was helping the investigation.
This doesn't prove anything.

He's involved. I'll prove it.
I've got a nose for this.

You haven't - obviously!

He cut her throat first.

It's savage.
Right through to the vertebrae.

The abdomen has been
completely opened up.

There's a stab wound in the liver.

Genital mutilation.

The colon's been cut away and the
kidney and uterus have been removed.

Exactly the same
as Catherine Eddowes in 1888.

However, when you come to her face,
the injuries are completely
different.

There were V-shaped marks
made on Catherine Eddowes.

Whereas here... Well, he's clearly
tried to slice Mary's face off.

In my experience,

this kind of severe
facial mutilation

strongly indicates a relationship
between the killer and his victim.

They may well have known each other.

Catherine Eddowes said she knew
who The Ripper was
and would claim the reward.

Mary Bousfield got a good look
at Cathy Lane's killer.

And he got a good look at her, too.

Bastard!

What have we got?
OK.

This is the CCTV from Mitre Square.

It shows all eight cameras from
both the north and south sides.

Here, on the south side, they find
Buchan hiding and make the arrest,

taking him around the square
to the north side.

All the press and onlookers
follow Buchan's arrest,

leaving the south side clear.

This creates a diversion
for the killer to dump Mary's body.

He enters the square through these
shutters on the south-east corner

and drags Mary's body
into the square.

Jesus! We were minutes away.

The shutters here
lead to an underground car park

entered from Fenchurch Street.

We're getting the tapes
from the council.

He must have used a vehicle
for his getaway.

Excellent work.
Thank you, sir.

I have the printouts
from Buchan's message boards.

It worked like this.

Someone - Jack2000 or Springhill -
would ask a question
about the murders.

Like, was there a double event?

Buchan gives some longwinded answer,
then somebody else writes in -

Slasher Jack,
with a different theory -

Buchan replies,
on and on and on it goes.

How many people were on the site?
About 100.

But look at this. One name had a
regular Q&A with our friend Buchan.

50 times more than any other user.

I told you. I got a nose for this.

Can Computer Crime trace this?
They can try. But look.

The last contact was on the night
of the first murder.

You do Buchan's interviews
from now on. Yes, sir.

I owe you a bottle.
(Yeah.)

You haven't shaved. Sorry, sir.
I haven't been home yet.

You look like a drowning man.

Everything's under control.

Many would like your place
at this table - you could at least
change your shirt.

Why did you ask me here?

I gave your late father my word.

A place at the table.

In time, at the top of the force.

But in the current climate...

I have my own position to consider.
I did warn you.

I understand.
You need to take a step back.

Unless I catch The Ripper, in which
case, you'll be standing by my side.

Nobody asked you
to sacrifice yourself.

Work the shift, go home.

You have a sergeant. Use him.

Let him shoulder it.

Protect yourself enough that,
when it's over,
you still have some standing.

Do you even know their names?
Whose names?

The victims! Your problem is,
you can't see it's irrelevant.

Mary Bousfield. He cut out her kidney
and sliced her face off!

We are eating!

I do apologise.

Where is Detective
Inspector Chandler? Busy.

Ripperfan.

Oh. The message boards.

I've no inkling
as to who these people are.

You're happy to discuss how to
cut up women with 'em.

I simply relate
the historical facts to them

and, if necessary,
correct their thinking.

Read it.

"An inch below
the crease of the thigh

was a cut extending from
the anterior spine of the ileum

obliquely down the inner side of - "
The left thigh. Yes.

Yes. That is from
the autopsy performed by
Dr Brown on Catherine Eddowes -

That...is murder pornography.

This information
is in the public domain.

I don't tell them
what to do with it.

Someone like Ripperfan...

who is so interested in
your opinion of the double event...

..and shared your belief
that Catherine Eddowes

was the only Ripper victim
that night -

I know what you're implying.

You think he's the killer
and I'm in it with him.

Why would I do that?

Tell me about marks
on Catherine Eddowes' face.

Well...OK.

The autopsy report states that she
had distinctive marks to her face.

Like erm...inverted Vs
on her cheeks.

And the tip of her nose was cut off,
as well as cuts to her eyelids.

Some Ripperologists think
that these are Masonic markings.

But you've got your own theory.
Well, yes, I do.

I think he tried
to cut Catherine's face off.

You see, cutting down like so would
cut the eyelids, remove the nose

and cut into the cheek.

I can't be certain,
but it does make sense.

Yeah, it does.

It did to Ripperfan.

Cos he did
exactly what you told him to.

He sliced Mary's face off.

Ripperfan's the killer.
And you're his, what? Mentor?

Sounding board?

Special advisor?

You tell me.

The CCTV from the car park
in Fenchurch Street shows a van.

It's from A C Maduro,
Health And Safety,
a small medical supply company.

The MD is a Mr Maduro.

He's stopped all his vans,
but he's not happy at all.

If such a murder had occurred in one
of my vans, I would have noticed.

The vans are clean.
There is no blood.

You'll have to just bear with us,
please, sir.

I need my vans back on the road.

We supply organ transportation.

Not just body bags
and rubber gloves.

And we have
urgent medical transfers.

Over here!

Positive signs of blood
all over this van.

We've got a murder scene!

I want a thorough search of this van.

What do you want?
I asked to see Joe.

Well, you've got me.

So, I am the lowest of the low now.

I don't have to be here, you know.
What do you want? Please.

Stand back!

Ask Joe, has the killer
sent the kidney yet?

Mary Bousfield's kidney?

It's bound to be the next step.

He'll post it to someone
involved in the hunt.

Someone he regards as his nemesis.

Who was driving this van
the night before last?

I'll have to check. I have my own
filing system. It's a bit complicate.

Sir?

These were in the van.
Contact Fire Investigation.

Chase up which accelerant
was used in the fire.

Sure.

Sir?

It's for you, Dad.

Have you got his pen, Jamie?

Will you stop?

Get ready.
Out!

Out! Everybody out! Out!