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Well, he's got no face
and no fingerprints,

but I'm pretty sure
it's Sid Walden,

they'll confirm it
back at the lab.

Is there any other part of
his skin that's missing?

Yeah, a big strip
down his back.

And they found this
pinned to his nipple.

He looked at me
like I was an idiot.

Miles, that's
completely unacceptable,

you should not be
showing your son

confidential material
from the case.

I was trying to be like you,
think outside the box!

What are you
gonna do, arrest him?

It was a joke.

Jesus! Well, flag it up
next time, will you?

I don't wanna
die of shock.

How long's that
been there?

-Of course.
-He used to drink in this pub.

-When was that?
-Well, I don't know,
in the olden days.

He used to
come and watch the hangings

while three tides
washed over them,

belt and braces job.

Maybe the killer's
making a point.

Maybe he considers these
killings to be executions.

Yeah, maybe that's just where
the tide washed the body up.

You can't go making
connections willy-nilly.

You're a regular
font of knowledge.

If it's about pubs,
I know it.

Miles...

I think we need to put you
down in the basement
with Buchan.

Oh, that's
enough jokes for one day.

(LAUGHING)

I'll have three
from the top

and two from
the bottom, please, Carol.

Oh, bloody hell.

Have a delve into
Sid Walden's background,

see if there's anything
murky we don't know about.

Especially in relation to
Harry Barnett,
the first victim.

And you do the same
with our Russian friend.

Maybe we can
meet in the middle.

Yes, skip.

Sir, the shoes
you found at the crime scene,

we've had
a DNA match come through.

Excuse me. DI
Chandler, Whitechapel Police.

We're looking for
Sabina Masud.

-She's my daughter.
-Oh, right.

Well, um, is she around?
We have her shoes.

These are not
Sabina's shoes.

Well, she
certainly wore them.

It's all right, Papa.

My dad's had
a shop here for 20 years.

A couple of years ago,
this Russian gang started
coming into the shops,

demanding money
for protection.

Some people paid, some didn't.

There was a lot
of fighting.

And your
father refused to pay?

They said
they'd hurt him,

I promised my dad
I wouldn't go out.

That's why I never
said anything.

I took a shortcut
through the cemetery.

My shoes were
killing me.

Next thing I knew,
he was there.

I thought
I was gonna die,

but then someone
attacked him.

Put a rag
over his face.

Must have drugged him,
'cause he fell down.

Did you see
the person who attacked him?

It was dark but it
looked like an old woman.

-Did you see her face?
-Just a glimpse.

It was all leathery
and wrinkled,

but she was strong.

It was like the head and
the body didn't match.

She looked...
I don't know.

She looked
like a witch.

Morning!

Thought I'd
just pop up from the depths

for a few
gulps of air

before heading
back to my deep dark cavern.

You look very
smart today, Ed.

Oh, thank you.

You're going
anywhere special?

No, no, just, erm...

Well, I am
meeting a friend.

Come on, then, Ed,
spill the beans. Who is she?

Ah, a gentleman
never tells.

flies are a nuisance,
bees are worse

and that is the end
of my little verse.

Are you on drugs?

Oh, I'm sorry if my heightened
spirits offend you,
Constable Kent.

Detective Constable.

But in the midst
of all this death,

life must go on.

The Flaying Of The Judge
Sisamnes by Gerard David.

He was then
skinned alive

and his hide used
to cover the chair

in which his son
would sit in judgement.

Talk about getting
medieval on one's arse.

See you shortly.

a man like Baldaev, never mind
Barnett or Sidney Walden.

So how do you
explain what she saw, then?

We should check
out Sabina's father.

In the painting
by Titian,

Marsyas was hung
upside down to be flayed,

so the blood would
run to his brain

-and keep him conscious
for longer.
-So?

Well, halal butchery
works in the same way,

the animals have
their throats cut,

and then they're hung upside
down to exsanguinate.

But our killer doesn't
cut their throats,

he flays their
skin off.

Still, we should take a
statement from him,
find out his movements.

William Tierney Clark?

Why don't you
come on through?

Straight through.

with a face like a witch.

Okay.

She specifically
said leathery skin.

Leatherface.

What was that?

Leatherface.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

He wore a mask
made of human skin.

-That is fiction.
-It's a good film.

It is pornography

loosely based,
and I mean loosely,

on the case
of Ed Gein,

the Plainfield Ghoul.

Yeah, that's it.
He was a famous serial killer.

He confessed to
two murders only,

which does not qualify him
as a serial killer.

-That's pedanticness.
-Pedantry.

-All right!
-All I'm trying to say is,

maybe what Sabina saw wasn't
the killer's real face.

Prepare me a file
on Ed Gein.

There's a lot
of material...

Look, we have three
victims already,

I don't want
there to be a fourth.

Okay, can you just bite
together for me, please?

You suffering from any pain in
the ear or jaw at all?

Er, yeah,
sometimes in the mornings.

Okay, well,
I'm gonna take a quick X-ray,

but it looks like
you're suffering from

what we call
nocturnal bruxism.

It basically means you've been
grinding your teeth at night.

You been under any kind
of stress recently?

No. Er, sorry?

Are you suffering from any
kind of anxiety or tension,

particularly at night?

Er, yes.

How long's
that been going on for?

Erm... A few years.

Hmmm.
Certainly looks that way.

Okay, open up.

Okay,
and bite down. Okay.

I'm just gonna
go and prepare the X-ray.

I just need you
to hold really still for me.

Hello?

While at the dentist he
was attacked from behind,
and laid out cold.

-Chloroform?
-Looks like it.

The victim was
taken out through

the fire doors
to a private car park.

There are plenty
of prints on the doors.

Trouble is,
they belong to a dead man.

-Sid Walden?
-It's the same pattern
as before.

He's using the prints
of the last victim to
attack the next.

He's toying
with us.

William Tierney Clark,
19-year-old student,

Brunel University.

His records only
go back six months.

Oh, perhaps he's
new to the area.

Students come
from all over.

Put Kent on it.

These victims have
been carefully chosen.

We need to find the link.
What about Anjit Masud?

Yeah, I took a statement.
We're checking it out.

He's a nice
bloke actually.

Gave me a couple of chops for
mine and Judy's tea.

They'll have
to keep till tomorrow,

I'm calling
a double shift.

We need a solid
lead by the end of today,

otherwise this boy
ends up dead.

You want 'em?

Have you come across
this guy at all?

No.

Thanks for
giving it your full attention.

What's his
name again?

William Tierney Clark.

No, doesn't
ring any bells.

He was a
civil engineer,

designed Hammersmith
Bridge in 1880-something.

Came up on a quiz couple
or three months ago.

There you go.
Book him.

Well, he did
study engineering at Brunel.

So?

So, what if
he changed his name,

could have called
himself after his hero,

a famous engineer.

My dad wanted
to call me Trevor,

after Trevor Brooking.

Trevor Mansell?

That's a murderous
name, if ever I heard one.

Get off!

Looks like they've pulled a
double shift for this evening.

Have they?

Maybe we should rearrange.

Sorry, I'm not with ya.

Here we go.

Could we perhaps
make it next week?

I know a very nice Italian
place not far from here.

Ed...

I'm a married woman!
I don't think it's appropriate

that I be going out with some
bloke from work now, is it?

What would my
husband say?

Ah. I see.
We'll talk about it later.

No, we'll talk
about it now.

You seem to have got the
wrong end of the stick.

I'm not interested
in that way.

I'm, I'm sorry.

But your message
seemed to suggest otherwise.

This is class.

What message?

"I can't deny my
feelings for you any longer.

"Please meet me
tomorrow night to talk.

"Wear your
red bowtie if it's a yes."

Not that
I memorised it or anything.

I really do not know what
you're talking about.

Mansell wrote it.

Oh.

Great. What did
you spoil it for?

Because it's not fair!

He was winding you up.
He emailed you from
Riley's computer.

Come on, you gotta admit
I had you going, didn't I?

Were you getting
all horny down in the dungeon?

Yes, I, I thought
it was a joke,

but I, I wanted
to play along.

Will you
excuse me?

What?

You're such a dick.

Oh, come on, you can't tell
me that wasn't funny.

You've got
no empathy, have you?

Somebody smashed
William's window in

while he was at the
dentist's this afternoon.

-Witnesses?
-No.

Anything taken?

when the boy
went missing.

-2,000 witnesses.
-Great.

Why don't you
try calling the press in,

get the kid's
face on News At Ten,

-see what the public throw up?
-It'll be too late by then.

In a missing
persons case,

the first 24 hours
are the only 24 hours.

What, you think
I don't know that? (SIGHS)

Who's Jaqui Brierley?

She helped us out on a missing
child case back in the '90s.

Said she saw
a vision of running water,

led us down
to the Lee Valley Reservoir

and the divers
found the body in ten minutes.

-She's a medium?
-Yeah.

We used her
once or twice back in the day.

She's not
always right,

but when you've
got no leads...

What you looking
at me like that for?

Well, I can't
believe you'd be so gullible.

Well, I've
learnt to keep an open mind.

-A medium?
-Well, she found the girl.

So? It was
a lucky guess.

Well, we could do with a
bit of luck right now.

Do you want
me to call her or not?

No!

We're detectives.
We use police work.

Anything else would be
just weakness of character.

(MUTTERING)

William Tierney Clark
isn't his real name,

he changed it
by deed when he was 18.

-Why?
-His real name is Andy Moyle.

He was involved in a
manslaughter case
as a juvenile,

but was acquitted.

-How old?
-14.

Apparently he
confessed everything

to the first
officer on the scene,

but the hudge
threw it out 'cause

there wasn't
an appropriate adult present.

He changed his name to put
the past behind him.

Sure sign of
a guilty man.

-What about the victim?
-Uh, Constance Redman.

She had a husband,
Derek, and one son.

See if you can
track them down.

Yes, sir.

So what are you thinking?

Well, William Tierney Clark
was acquitted on a
manslaughter charge.

Watch them suffer,
like Judge Jeffreys.

What about the first victim,
Harry Barnett,
did he have a record?

Yeah, it was
a hit and run.

Well, I've been concentrating
on cracking the code.

Well, get on to it, will
you? It's important!

Sort your desk out,
it's a disgrace.

-Yes, sir.
-How can you think straight

with all this
chaos and crap everywhere?

A young man's
life hangs in the balance

and all you
can think about is

which topping
to have on your pizza!

We've gotta
stay focused,

otherwise we
make mistakes!

All right,
it's just dodgy electrics.

Get on with
your work.

Police broke into
Ed Gein's farm

investigating the
disappearance
of Bernice Worden,

who ran the
local hardware store.

It was pitch
black inside,

and one of the
officers bumped into something

that was
hanging from the ceiling.

It turned out to be Bernice
Worden's decapitated body.

She'd been
eviscerated

and dressed
out like a deer.

soup bowls made
from human skulls,

a belt studded
with women's nipples.

Where did he get
them all from?

Gein was raised
by his puritanical mother.

When she died,
he simply couldn't cope.

He scoured the obituaries
looking for women
of a similar age,

then he dug
them up and he flayed them.

He fashioned himself
a female skin suit.

Well, it's certainly
worth investigating.

Although Burke and Hare
never actually robbed...

Well, I'd like to
go out, as well.

But I haven't
got time.

The boss will
go nuts.

Have you traced
Derek Redman yet?

Not yet, sir, no.

Well, find him. William
Tierney Clark killed his wife,

he's our
prime suspect.

-Where's Riley?
-She was here a second ago.

I don't know, Sir.

Looks like
my old gran, God bless her.

Get copies made.
Show it to the dentist,

William's flatmates
and Sidney Walden's wife.

Oh, and tell them
we think it's a mask.

(SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS)

You can join
us if you like.

Ow.

Hello?

Jesus!

-What are you doing here?
-I thought I heard something.

-What's up?
-There's still no sign
of the missing boy.

I don't really
know what to do.

Maybe we should pray.

What's that?

Oi! Alan!

Oi, lads.

Ugh!

-Hello.
-Oh, hello, this is...

And welcome to the Happy
Medium Psychic Hotline.

Do you have
unanswered questions

which keep you
awake at night?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

They've found William Tierney
Clark, Hackney Marshes.

Damn. Call Llewellyn,

get her to meet
us down there.

We don't
need Llewellyn, not yet.

He's still alive.
Just.

I hate hospitals.
They make me feel ill.
It's that smell.

It's just disinfectant.

Yeah, I knew
you'd like it.

I bet your
whole house smells of it.

I don't have a house,
I have an apartment.

Give them
some felt tip pens,

a few marbles.

All right,
just joking.

Are you here for
William Tierney Clark?

-Yeah?
-Hello. Is it Gavin?

DC Riley.
This is DC Kent.

Can we come in, please?

Dad!

Oh, come on!
You were young once.

Yeah, maybe not.
Come on.

It was a Tuesday.
Gavin was off
school for half term

and Connie booked a log cabin
in the Forest of Dean.

So we were driving along the
motorway and I saw these kids

messing about on
the bridge up ahead.

They were chucking
stuff over the side.

And just before it hit,
I remember thinking...

"They're gonna
get someone killed."

It wasn't very big
when I seen it.

A lump of concrete.

About the
size of a fist.

That was it.

She died two days later.

And they arrested
Andy Moyle.

Policeman found him
crying on the step.

Said some older lads
had put him up to it.

But he was
just a boy.

Younger than our Gavin!

Can I use
your toilet?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Top of the stairs,
on the right.

Okay. Thanks.

Ah, Oliver.

I wonder if
I might pick your brains.

Pick away.

What can you
tell me about

anthropodermic
bibliography?

Quite a bit,
actually.

In fact, you're the
second person to ask
about that this month.

Jesus!

Everything all right?

Sorry, I just...

Oh, you've found
Monty, have you?

You don't have
to worry about him.

He always gets
a bit agitated

when he's
shedding his skin.

Oh, here we go.

Barnett, Harry.

Now, this is the
original transcript

of the meeting
which took place

in the judge's
private chambers

between Mr Barnett's lawyer
and the prosecution counsel.

And the court reporter's done
a handy summary at the front.

Some of them do,
some of them don't.

-It's pot luck.
-So it was a hit and run?

That's right.
Some poor homeless guy

tried to wash
the windscreen.

Mind you,
they are annoying.

Registration was
taken down by a passer-by,

but Mr Barnett had already
reported the car as stolen.

-That's a bit convenient.
-Yes.

Oh, but he had an
alibi. One Sidney Walden.

And I can do
you a copy, for £200.

200 quid?

The scales of Lady Justice
must be balanced somehow.

William, can you
hear me?

Just move your
fingers a little if you can.

-Yeah.
-My name is DI Chandler,

I'm investigating
your attack.

The person who did this,
was it someone
who was known to you?

We don't know
whether that means yes or no.

William, I'm gonna give you a
pen. I know it's difficult,

but if you could write down
anything you can remember.

I can't allow that.

Please. Three people
are dead already.

W?

Why can't you
do this in the gents?

The taps don't work.

You'll flay your own skin off
if you're not careful.

Just give me a minute.

I missed
my father's memorial service

'cause I couldn't
stop washing my hands.

My mother had to
go without me.

You okay?

My father
drowned himself.

I tried to
save him, but I, um...

You know, I did that,
pumped his chest.

She wanted
to know why.

Why he took
his own life.

Did she ever
find the answer?

No.

She stopped taking
care of everything.

So I had to...

I had to keep
order 'cause...

I didn't want the world to
see that our lives

-had fallen apart.
-Look, I get it.

I understand.

It's a compulsion.

But it's also what
makes you a great detective.

That obsession
with detail,

that forensic mind.
I don't have it.

I have local knowledge,
street smarts.

I have hunches and 99 percent
of them turn out to be wrong.

But you have
real insight.

It's not a disability,
it's a gift.

But I can't...

I just, I can't deal with
people the way that you can.

Fine. That's what
makes us a great team.

Maybe they should put
your brain in my body.

Mind you,
then you really would have

something to get
OCD about.

I'm gonna
wait outside. And hey...

This case is from
Bristol in 1821.

A young man called
John Horwood saw his
ex-girlfriend Eliza

out walking with
her new partner.

He threw a stone at her
and fractured her skull.

She was operated on
by this man, Dr Richard Smith.

But she died after the
operation caused an abscess.

Dr Smith testified against
Horwood and he was hanged

on Friday the 13th of April
at Bristol New Jail.

Here comes the
disturbing part.

You're not squeamish,
are you?

Not at all.

Dr Smith dissected the body in
front of his students.

But then he
hired a bookbinder

to tan Horwood's
flayed skin

which he used
to bind a ledger,

a record of the trial,

including Horwood's
confession.

A book of human skin.

I'd remember the same
thing happened to

William Burke of
Burke and Hare fame

but I wasn't sure
if it was just a myth.

It wasn't uncommon.

It dates back to at least
the 17th century.

You said I was the second
person to ask about this.

Quite a coincidence.

Who was the first?

We're bringing in
Derek Redman's son, Gavin.

He's young,
he's angry,

he's a fan of
serial killers.

He's bang on profile.

Oh, get this, Sarge, he keeps
a snake in his bedroom.

And it's shedding
its skin.

Okay. I'll keep
you posted. Bye.

-Gavin Redman?
-Yeah, he works here.

-Definitely came to
work today?
-Yeah, he's here.

Stay still!

Ow!

Cuff him.

Gavin Redman, I'm arresting
you under Section 18

of the Offences
Against the Person Act.

-I didn't do it!
-You do not have to
say anything.

But it may harm your defence
if you do not mention
something when questioned

which you later
rely on in court.

A gentleman came
in three weeks ago

and bought books
on occult practices

and two on leather
tanning and bookbinding.

Could I see?

I don't want to get
anyone into any trouble.

I have a duty
to protect my clients.

This does pertain
to a murder investigation.

-Time is of the essence.
-Murder?

-Surely you don't think...
-Oliver, this could
save lives!

I can come back with my boss
if you want me to.

and Walden lied
to give him an alibi.

Well, it fits
the pattern.

They got away
with murder.

Yeah, well,
you're too late.

We've got the
killer right here.

Didn't I see you
at the gallery last week?

Are you a fan of
Sebastian Marlow's work?

Why did you run away when
my colleagues came
to talk to you?

I dunno.

You must've known
we were onto you.

When did you find out that
Andy Moyle had changed

his name to
William Tierney Clark?

-A journalist told me.
-Oh, now we're
getting somewhere.

-What journalist?
-Karen something.

-Look, does it matter?
-Yeah, it matters.

What did you do then?

I found out
where he lived.

I've got a mate
at Brunel, so it was easy.

What about
Nikolay Baldaev?

He was just a practise,
wasn't he? A dry run.

I've never seen
him before in my life.

What exactly did
you do to William?

At first I just
sent him anonymous letters.

I wanted to
scare him.

And then I

shoved dog shit
through his letterbox.

-And yesterday...
-You skinned him alive

and left him
for dead on Hackney Marshes.

No!

I put a brick
through his window.

A brick?

He killed my mum!

I wish he was dead.

Check his story.
I believe him.

I'll run you off a
copy, if that would help?

Oh, wonderful.
Thank you.

So, nobody else
knows about this?

No, it's a private
theory at the moment.

But one that could earn me
great kudos with my boss.

-There may even be
another book in it.
-Oh, quite.

-After you.
-Thank you.

Yes, this really
could be quite a breakthrough.

Oh, dear God.

You really, really shouldn't
have come back here,
Mr Buchan.

You're far too clever
for your own good.

Now I'm going to have
to punish you, as well.

Well, the boy's
story is watertight.

He's just an
angry kid lashing out.

-So we're back to square one?
-No, no, no, no.

The answer's here somewhere.
We just haven't found it yet.

It's something
to do with these cases.

All right, let's go
back to basics.

Motive, means and method.

The motive's gotta
be revenge, right?

Punishing the guilty,
those that got away with it.

Well, maybe the
killer was a victim

of a violent
crime himself.

It was something
that was probably unsolved.

That sense of injustice.

I'll get a list going.

See if you can find
Buchan, I want his
input on this.

I'll go.

All right,
what about means?

How does the killer know
about these cases

if they never even
went to court?

Was it the
same judge?

No, it's a different
judge, different counsel.

The only people present at
the Harry Barnett case

were lawyers,
the judge...

Who transcribed
the record of the

William Tierney Clark case?

The court stenographer,
Oliver Diggory.

Same here,
the court stenographer,

always present
in every case,

silently recording
the proceedings.

Witness to
hundreds of crimes.

And miscarriages
of justice.

Diggory also worked
for Nikolay Baldaev's lawyer.

He transcribed
all the phone calls
to and from Russia.

Your answer was under our
noses the whole time.

Wait, Diggory,
I know that name.

Buchan not
there, Sir.

But he's left a note to say
he's gone to do more research.

Oh, God.
I know who it is.

Native Americans
believe that every creature

is born with
enough brains to

tan their own hide.

Woman across the road
in the launderette,

said she saw a man come in
here about two hours ago.

Does pong a bit,
I'm afraid.

But it makes
the skin easier to work with.

Keep looking, we have to
find an address, you know.

Diggory was writing a book
about miscarriages of justice.

There's rejection letters
from about 15 different
publishers here,

no one would touch it.

Looks like he took the law
into his own hands.

Human leather
is the softest in nature

because it has
the smallest grain size.

Feel.

It's a book made
from human skin.

This book will
last a lifetime.

This is the full
and final confession

of the murderer
Harry Barnett.

I took
a nice strip

from Sidney
Walden's back,

so that I could
finish the spine.

Neat little joke.

He lied, you see,
Mr Buchan.

And had to
be punished.

Just as you
have to be punished.

You said yourself
you made mistakes in the past.

Girls died and you
were responsible.

But now,
you can assuage that guilt.

And a little
piece of you will live on.

You can be archived.

Isn't that comforting?

Hello, sir.

I've just spoken to
my man at the Old Bailey.

He says Diggory's
mother was mugged outside

a bookshop
18 months ago.

She was in a coma
for six months

and Diggory took time off work
to sit by her side every day.

No arrest was
ever made.

Where's the
nursing home?

Well, she's dead, sir.

Well, find out
where she was buried,

-we need to find...
-Look!

Hang on,
I'll call you back.

Okay.

That's what
the boy drew. A big W.

Woolgar Paper Mill.

I've seen that
somewhere before.

It's here.

This is where he gets
his transcribing paper.

Find the address.

(OLD-FASHIONED SONG PLAYING)

This is all
I've got left of her.

"Take all the
time you need," he said.

Mother knew what
I was going to do.

She approved.

A cast of her face.

A perfect likeness.

Some people
call it a death mask.

But I've made
a life mask.

It's the last thing the
murderers see before they die.

Run a PNC check, see if the
car belongs to Diggory.

I'm on it.

Ed?

Ed?

Ed!

Backup's on its way!
You'll be fine.

Look out!

Police!

No!

Vengeance is mine,
said the Lord!

I shall repay!

Here, look at this.

I got it from
the courtroom.

You plug it
in for an instant translation.

What is
your problem?

Erm. I...

Ed.

Oh, we weren't
expecting you.

Oh, the doctor
told me not to come in today,

but I said I'd rather get
straight back on the horse.

Well, I'm glad
you're okay.

"If your enemy
is hungry, feed him.

"If he is thirsty,
give him a drink.

"For in so doing,
you will heap

"coals of fire
upon his head.

"Do not be
overcome by evil.

"You overcome
evil with good."

If only it was
that easy.

No, the family
asked for her.

What's all this about?

We caught the guy,
the case is closed.

No, we didn't catch him.

He chose to die.
He taunted me.

Look, we've all been through a
lot, everybody's on edge.

(FOOTSTEPS)