Original subtitles

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)