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(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen,
our author

will give a short
introductory speech
in 10 minutes.

Thank you.

Sorry.

(CHIMING)

Oi!

I'll have a white wine,
please, waiter.

(CHUCKLING FAINTLY)

-I thought it was black-tie.
-Don't worry. You look great.

And all the ladies
have noticed.

You might try your luck
over there.

What?

No. Why? What?
What have you heard?

She's an artist.
Very funny. Smart.

-Who is she?
-Erica. Kent's sister.

Twin.

I'm not interested.

In anyone.

(GROANING)

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

Excuse me.

She's had two white wines,
a red wine,

and a glass of champagne,
and now she wants a refill.

She will probably fall asleep
on the bus home
and get her bag snatched.

Mum says you're
always working.

That you can't turn it off.

Can't help it.
There's so much to notice.

You need to relax.
You're getting lines.

-And a touch of grey, too.
-Get off.

(DOOR OPENS)

ERICA: A gate crasher?

No, no, that's Mansell,
my partner.

He looks like
he is here to party.

Introduce me.

No. Don't even think about it.
Don't look at him.

(SIRENS WAILING)

This is the safe house.

So, why Whitechapel?

Why was this the birthplace
of the serial killer?

Why the bloody history of
murders and unnatural deaths?

How can so much horror

be visited on
such a small area?

Hello?

Hello?

(FLOOR CREAKING)

Are you here?

-(DOOR CLOSES)
-(GASPS)

Hello?

Hello?

(FLOOR CREAKING)

There are some who believe
that the gates to hell

can be found in the shadow
of Christchurch.

That this is the reason why

Whitechapel is plagued
with terrors. (CLEARS THROAT)

I came alone.

Like you asked.

(MUMBLING)

What?

I can't hear you.

(SCREAMING)

So beware.
For when the gates open,

who knows what will crawl out

and who will become
the next chapter in my...

History of Murder
in Whitechapel.

(ALL LAUGH)

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

(GROANING)

Help me!

Help!

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

No!

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

"To my friend Diggory."

How kind.
Thank you very much.

You're very welcome.

"Gates of hell." Really?

I don't believe
a word of that guff

and it's not what
my book is about.

She made me do it.

-Who did?
-She did.

From the marketing department.

If there is a devil,
she wears high heels
and is called Daisy.

It's your night.
Try and enjoy it.

Oh. Sorry.

-Are you in the book?
-No, I'm not.

Oh, I understand.

Did he leave you out
to spare your feelings?

-I beg your pardon?
-Never bringing in
a killer alive

is a terrible legacy.

I'm not in the book because
I'm a serving police officer.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, well,
your memoirs will be
a depressing read, won't they?

Ah.

Allow me.

EDWARD: Good evening.
Who is it to?

Louise.

Iver.

(GROANING)

(SHRIEKING)

(SCREAMING)

Why don't you give me a name?

No.

Oi!

-Back off, constable.
-We are not on duty now.

We all lose our bite
as we get older.

-I haven't.
-There's no shame in it.
It happens.

Doesn't matter who you are
or what you've done.

Once you're old, they don't
respect you any more.

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

Are you ready to talk now?

Dorothy Cade.

Her name...

...is Dorothy Cade.

(SCREAMING)

-Are you okay?
-God, your mum
is something else.

Oh, that's not my mother.

Well, who is she, then?

I have no idea.

What have we got?

Dead male.

IC1.

No ID.

Found by a couple of junkies.

-Anything else?
-It's a doss house.
Local toilet.

Smells like London Zoo,
I'm afraid.

That's all right.

Take a deep breath
and then hold it.

Have you seen these?

What do you think they are?

Symbols, glyphs, a code
of some sort, I don't know.

Make sure we get
a clear picture of them.

Lads!

Get these symbols for us,
will you?

And look out for any others.

(SIGHS)

So...

The victim fell
through the ceiling

and broke his ankles.

His bones were smashed
so he couldn't escape.

-It was a trap.
-Yeah.

The killer then went on to
inflict as much suffering
and pain as possible.

How long would it
have taken him to die?

As long as the killer
wanted it to.

-Dead rat.
-Well, it's part of the decor.

We are surrounded by rats
all the time, but you never
see any dead ones, do you?

Because they hide away to die.

What's this one doing here?

That's not a sewer rat.
That's a dumbo rat.

You can tell by their ears.
Liam has one.

They make great pets.
Very clever.

Maybe it was the victim's pet?

The neck's been broken.

This rat
was killed deliberately.

And there's
something inside it.

Right.

The victim has been
positively identified

by his fingerprints as
Alexander Zukanov.

He's aged 62,
Bulgarian National
of no fixed abode.

Was arrested under
the vagrancy act
and cautioned in 2009.

-He had a pet rat,
also found dead at the scene.
-(PHONE RINGING)

DC Mansell. Hello? Mansell.

Hello? Incident room.

This murder was very personal.

Someone with a grudge.
A score to settle.

The answer lies
in Alex's past.

I want a complete history.
His whole life.

Everything about him,
and all his friends.

Fill the boards.

LLEWELLYN: He died
from crush asphyxia.

The weight of the bricks
compressed his chest walls

until he couldn't breathe.

Well, maybe if those junkies
had found him sooner...

It wouldn't have made
any difference.

When you have
severe crush injuries,

toxic inflammatory substances
are released into the tissues.

So, even if you
found him alive,

the act of removing
the weight,
trying to save him,

would have released those
toxins into the bloodstream.

What can you tell us
about all the scars?

He has extensive keloid
and hypertrophic scarring.

He has knife wounds
here, here, and here.

Bullet wounds here and here.

-How many times
has this man died?
-Good question.

He probably would
have departed this earth
some years ago,

but he had access
to excellent medical care.

Doesn't look like he
could have afforded private.

Look at his hands. He has
calcification of the knuckles.

That could be caused
by punching sand.

Martial arts, bullet wounds,

first-class medical care...

Gangster? Enforcer?

So, was he living rough,
or was he on the run?

(EXHALING)

Your victim may have been
a man of violence,

but he had another side.

He had a pocket
in his coat

where this
poor little fellow lived.

I don't know.
There's dead bodies
coming in and out all day

and a rat chokes her up.

It's my bloody hormones.

I get weepy and sentimental
over the strangest things.

The rat was tortured.
Just like Alex Zukanov.

The killer force-fed it.

Stones.

Pushed down its throat,
so it too was in agony.

Ed, seriously,
you need to calm down. What?

Where's the emergency?

Ed, it's mildew...

These files, these histories
are my children.

They are my family. And that
black death wants to
take them from me.

-Well, then, open a window.
-I don't have a window!

We can't lose our history.

Without our past,
we have no future.

Well, white vinegar
should clean it off,

and if that doesn't work,
you can always try borax.

-Okay?
-Thank you.

Thank you. I'll try that.

Oh, Ed, you'll have to
find out where the damp's
coming from as well.

Oh, I will.

I will.

This is Alexander Zukanov's
last known address.

If you can call it that.

Excuse me.

Station, that way.

The city, that way.
Hospital, that way.

-Savile Row, that way.
-We are not lost.

Oh, right, bankers.

I'm afraid all of our
splendidly appointed
dwellings are taken.

Do you know Alexander Zukanov?

Uh, yes, we all know him.
We don't like him.

-We're not friends with him.
-He's dead.

He was murdered.

Really?

He was invincible.
That's what made him
so frightening.

And this is his shelter,
is it?

Yeah. Don't ask me
what he keeps in there.

People were too scared
to go in.

He said he'd killed people.

(STUTTERING) I believed him.

But some of the others thought
he was bad luck.

Especially Lee. Lee Bysack.

Alex had a pet rat
and Lee didn't like
the way he spoke to it.

He thought it was creepy.

He thought that Alex had sent
the rat around in the night
to bite him.

He said he was
going to kill him.

When did he say that?

-Last night.
-RAY: Boss...

He must be
surrounded by rats

and still he keeps
one as a pet.

Its cage is cleaner
than his shelter.

It's quite organised in here,
isn't it?

Here, look at this.

I used to have a case
just like that at school.

I haven't got
my reading glasses.

Doesn't matter.
It's in Bulgarian.

(EXPLOSION)

(COUGHING)

Get Kent and Mansell
to track down Lee Bysack.

RAY: I think you might have
singed your eyebrows.

(EXHALES)

(DRIPPING)

(DRIPPING CONTINUES)

Dark forces, gentlemen.

Thermite charge, battery,
and arming switch.

This is proper
international espionage.

You were lucky it didn't
blow your hands off.

So the tramp was a spy?

These were used by
the Darzhavna Sigurnost,

the CSS,
or Bulgarian Secret Police.
Assisted by the KGB.

Or he found it
dumped in a skip.

Think about his scars,
the history of violence
they suggest.

And his hands.
He was a fighter,
trained to kill.

My guess is that Zukanov
worked for Service Seven,

a specialised unit for
the kidnap and murder
of dissidents abroad.

-Markov?
-Hmm.

On the 7th of September, 1978,

Georgi Markov was walking
across Waterloo Bridge

when he felt a sharp
stabbing pain in his leg.

-Poisoned umbrella.
-Yes.

The umbrella contained
a lethal pellet of ricin.

Markov died while his murderer
was never apprehended.

Your victim
may have been involved.

Okay, so he's the Bulgarian
James Bond.

But what's he doing
in Whitechapel?
The Cold War is over.

Some wars never end.

They just go underground.

Hey...

-Hey!
-What?

So, has Erica
asked about me at all?

No.

She has, hasn't she?

(SCOFFS) I bloody knew it.
You can't lie to me!

Erica doesn't deserve
to be messed around.

I'd change my ways
for a woman like that.

Lee Bysack?

We've been looking for you
all morning.

(GROANING)

-I'm busy.
-Well, tell your secretary
to hold your calls.

You're coming with us.

Oh, sir...

There's a woman waiting
in your office.

-Who is she?
-She won't say.

DI Chandler. And you are?

Stella Knight.

MI6.

DS Miles.

I believe
an agent has gone rogue.

One of yours
killed Alex Zukanov?

Perhaps.

Crispin Wingfield.

He was the best we had,
until he was betrayed.

He was captured in Bulgaria
in 1978.

Was he investigating
the Markov assassination?

He was released in 1989,

but the years of captivity and
torture had taken their toll.

His mind was shattered,
and he was deemed unfit
for service.

Where does Alex Zukanov fit
into all this?

He was
Wingfield's interrogator.

If Wingfield has
taken revenge, is this
the beginning or the end?

Let's just say
you should consider
his arrest a priority.

Why do I feel like
we're being used?

Hmm.

I was approached by MI6
when I was at university.

I turned them down.

I'd have thought it'd
be your sort of thing.

Sharps suits, gadgets.

My father was chief inspector.
This is all I've
ever wanted to do.

Well, my dad was a joker
who got no respect
from anyone.

I tried hard to be
nothing like him.

Miles?

Spies use secret codes.

Perhaps Wingfield left
a message for MI6.

I'll get Riley on it.

CECELIA: Don't fuss, Dorothy.
You're always fussing.

-Tea?
-Thank you, dear.

I think we still have a little
seed cake.

Two slices.

Unless you fed them
to your pigeons.

(GAS HISSING)

(WINDOW RATTLING)

CECELIA: Dorothy, the flames,
you're burning.

You're burning, Dorothy!

(TURNS OFF GAS)

Lee...

You do realise that you've
got your coat on inside out?

Oh...

That's what gave me the edge.

I couldn't find my way back.

None of the roads made sense.

And I kept ending up
where I'd started,

and then I realised,

I was being pixie led.

So...

I turned my coat...
Insided out...

And then I was protected
from the bewitching.

What drugs do you use?

I'm not... I don't use drugs.

I rely on talismans.

Oh, no, that is rank.

Who bewitched you, Lee?

Alex.

He was evil.

He sent his rat army
to kill me.

But last night,
my coat made me invisible.

And that's how I was
able to kill him first.

JOSEPH: From what Knight says,
Wingfield is going to
be paranoid.

Possibly suicidal.

So we don't want him biting
down on a cyanide tablet

or taking a dive
out of the window.

You're still worried about
bringing one in alive,
aren't you?

WINGFIELD: DI Chandler and
DS Miles! Do come in.
I've been expecting you.

I've packed a bag.
I'm ready to go.

Do you know why we're here,
Mr Wingfield?

Stella Knight
thinks I've gone rogue.

And now I'm being framed
for murder.

You seem pretty relaxed
about it.

I've made my peace.

I know that when they've
finished toying with me,
I will be killed.

I guarantee your safety
in my custody.

No harm will come to you.

You can't give me
that guarantee.

Shall we?

-(WINDOW RATTLING)
-(GASPS) Oh!

(COOING)

Oh, dear.

Poor little thing.

(KNOCKING)

Come in.

Sir...

Lee Bysack's confession.

It's not very detailed, is it?

He remembers attacking Zukanov
on Whip Street.

Yeah, but he doesn't remember
tying him up

and slowly
crushing him to death.

And killing his rat.

Well, his alcohol intake means

that his memory
is impaired, but...

This is what they do.

They kill each other
over crumbs.

-Who?
-Tramps.

The vulnerable deserve
our compassion,

not our judgement.

It's not enough.

Are you looking
for someone?

I know she's here.

Somewhere.

MI6 want us to think
that Wingfield is the killer,

but Lee Bysack claims
to have got there first.

Well, someone's lying.

Good morning.

What do you want?

To remind you
of the Official Secrets Act.

-I never signed it.
-You don't have to.

It's a law, not a contract.
You are all subject to it.

I have a right to question
my suspect.

Correct. You can ask him
anything you like

about the murder
of Alex Zukanov.

As long as that's all you ask,
I will not interfere.

Well, this is the most
luxurious interrogation
I've ever had.

Hot shower. Hot coffee.

I even had a choice
of microwaved curries.

This isn't an interrogation,
it's an interview.

Which is lovely.

You can't electrocute me.

You can't beat
the soles of my feet.

You can't leave me soaking wet
in a freezing cell.

So, how are you
going to make me talk?

I could try saying, "Please".

(SCOFFS)

What would you like to know?

How did you know Alex Zukanov?

He gave me my manicure.

Right, this is where
Lee Bysack reckons
he first attacked Zukanov.

Hmm.

There's CCTV on
this building. Hopefully
it recorded the fight.

Yeah.

(KEYS BEEPING)

I'm sorry.

If you've got
to be somewhere else,

don't let something as stupid
as a murder enquiry
get in the way.

I'm done. CCTV...

Come on. Chop chop.

MANSELL: Kent! Come on!

What can you tell us
about these?

Ah...

Fascinating.

-It's definitely a code.
-We know that.

-Can you read it?
-No, I haven't a clue.

Numbers are hard to crack.

Letters, tricky,
but can be done.

But with symbols,
you need a key.

A Rosetta Stone.

Are you starting to crack,
Detective?

Is fatigue eroding your will?

Are you willing
to say anything
to make this stop?

I can do this for hours.

Did you murder Alex Zukanov?

Do you know what this is?

RAY: Revenge?

It's called
a peine forte et dure.

It's a form of torture

used in common law
in the 16th century.

It was also used
to force people
to confess to witchcraft.

A good way of making
an old enemy suffer.

Ah, yes...

But who is the real enemy?

How about the one who
called off my rescue?

The one who hoped
I'd never return?

The one who is scared
of what I know!

-(DOOR OPENS)
-STELLA: Time's up!

You'll have to
carry on tomorrow.

This is what we do
to stop them hearing us.

Pardon?

Wingfield isn't the killer.

I was thinking
the same thing.

But for some reason,
Stella Knight wants us
to think he is.

I don't like MI6 using us
to do their dirty work.

Let's play along.

Find out what they're up to.

(DRIPPING)

-Eureka!
-Please stop saying that.

No, really. I have
identified one of the marks.

Uratian hieroglyphics.

These marks date back
to 810 BC

and were made by the Kurgan
people of Ural Mountains.

Okay, that's one symbol.
What about the others?

We have to dig deeper.

-Miles?
-Boss, look.

What the...

She's turned us over.

My office.

(RAPID FOOTSTEPS)

That's her.

Oi!

(RAPID FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Drop it! I'm so sorry. Sorry.

Did you see anything
back there?

There's no one down there.
It's just me and Ed.

And who are you chasing?

A spook.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING
ON RADIO)

Aren't you going to invite
your guest to join us?

What are you talking about
now, Cecilia?

You're getting dotty.

I know he's in the house.
I can smell him.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(LOCKING DOOR)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Aren't you a little too senior
to be creeping around
my offices at night?

I really have no idea
what you're talking about.

I accept that you're entitled
to watch the interviews,

I agreed to sharing
relevant facts with you,

but I draw the line
at you interfering
with my investigation.

-When did this happen?
-Today.

The incident room was
completely ransacked.

As was my office.

Well, Detective...

Let me assure you
that if my agency
had been involved,

you would not have seen
a mote of dust out of place.

Good night, dear.

CECELIA: I can
still smell him!

I'll air the house tomorrow.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Oh...

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

-Is... Is somebody there?
-(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SCREAMING)

The Communist regime
in Bulgaria was overthrown
in 1989.

Bulgaria is now a democracy,

a member of NATO,
and the European Union.

An ally.

And the murder of one of
their former operatives
by one of ours

threatens that relationship.

Reopens old wounds.

Wingfield can't be allowed
to exact retribution
after all these years.

He has to be stopped.

And due process
must be observed

to prevent
a diplomatic shit-storm.

How many people
are on his kill list?

If he's taking on the KGB...

Hundreds.

(DOROTHY GROANING)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

Her name is Cherry Thrapston.

She might be
who you're looking for.

(GASPING)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(WHISTLING)

It's not even a tune.
It's just random noise.

Well, I'm happy.
Is that okay?

-(CONTINUES WHISTLING)
-Why are you happy?

I'm not telling. Ha.

Oi, do I have
to write you up?

MANSELL: What did you
do that for?

Hey, Serge...

Looks like Wingfield has been
staying in a hotel.

And not just any hotel.

-The Royal Duchess.
-Yep.

He has had this room
for a couple of weeks.

Comes in, stays all day,
all night.

Always alone. Very quiet.

He's no trouble at all.

Was Mr Wingfield here
the night before last?

Um, yes.

We don't have room service,

so he asked my son to
get him a takeaway.

-A good tipper.
-Good alibi.

Stays all day and all night.

He's on surveillance.

Why has he been watching us?

Sir, everything Bysack said
checks out.

He did attack Zukanov
the night he died.

Really?

-(PHONE RINGING)
-Hello? Mansell.

(WOMAN SCREAMING ON PHONE)

Who is this?

-Angry ex.
-Which one?

God knows.

Zukanov defends himself easily
and then walks away.

Bysack can barely stand

let alone follow him.

We've still got
Wingfield, sir.

No, we're letting him go.

So, Bysack's our only suspect.

Go door-to-door on the street
where Zukanov was killed.

See if anyone remembers
Bysack being there that night.

Yes, sir.

Well, I didn't think
I'd walk away.

You had an alibi.

Why were you spying on us?

You have been infiltrated
by an agent.

(SCOFFS) I don't know
we're that interesting.

Any soul is of interest.
And you have been chosen.

By whom?

I first heard of this agent
when I was in captivity.

It is a provocateur

whose purpose is to incite
others to commit evil acts.

-(SCOFFS)
-Markov.

Calvi.

The Krays. The Ripper.

An immortal entity
was behind them all.

Planting the seeds,
watching the horror grow.

The provocateur
had Zukanov killed.

It was a setup to silence me.

Now that has failed,
another way will be found.

(SCOFFS)

-You're mad.
-I wish I were.

I wish I was wrong.

Good luck.

God bless.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(FOOTSTEPS FADE AWAY)

The council had complaints
about smoke from a bonfire,

but they didn't do anything.

Then when the garden shed
went up,

they called the fire brigade,
and then they called us.

-Who's the victim?
-Miss Dorothy Cade. 82.

Lived with her sister Cecilia.

Makes you sick.

Fire is an effective destroyer
of everything.

This is all that's left
of Dorothy Cade.

(RETCHING)

(SCRAPING)

Ow. Ooh.

-You okay?
-Yes, it's just a scratch.

Ow.

Was it a quick death at least?

If it was a big fire,

she would have been overcome
by the carbon monoxide

and lost consciousness.

She would have died
before the flames reached her.

You don't think
that was the case here?

He wanted her to burn slowly.

He set a small fire
and tended it with skill.

It was incredibly cruel.

Just like the first victim.

The killer wants them
to suffer extreme pain
and agony.

To do this
to another human being,

you must really hate them.

Or really fear them.

The first victim was crushed
under a pile of stones,

a 16th century torture.

Now an old lady is burned
at the stake.

Someone's killing witches
in Whitechapel.