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What do you think
the blockage is?

I'll know when we find it.

It's probably fat, right?

Cooking fat poured
down the drains.

I've heard it can build up
like a wall of lard,
five feet high.

(METALLIC SOUND)

Wrong place
to be nervous, kid.

What's that for?

(SCREAMING)

-Move!
-All right, no need to shout!

Down here! Quick, quick!

-Riley, hurry up!
-Come on, come on!

-Mansell!
-I've got a signal, sir...

-They're going to get...
-Hurry up!

If they get
their hands on you,
they'll kill you!

(GROWLING)

(RATS SQUEAKING)

(COUGHING)

DANNY: So,
what happened to the last guy?

Do you really wanna know?

Yeah, yeah, I really do.

Well, we was on a job,

a lot like this one.

Brooksy,
he was up ahead of me.

Said that he saw something.

Something moving,
something big.

Now, he couldn't see
what it was.

But he could hear it
breathing.

And he said
it didn't sound human.

Now, Brooksy,
he pulled out his knife,

and he went down there
to where it was.

And when he
got to the corner...

(EXCLAIMS) Bam!

It just grabbed him!

Flopped him round the corner
like a rag doll.

-Yeah? And?
-Well, he was screaming
and screaming!

"Gerard," he said.
"Come and kill it!"

"Gerard, come and save me!

"Kill it, Gerard!"

So I took out my machete

and I ran down
to where he was.

When I got there,
I turned and I saw.

And he started pulling me,
and pulling me leg.

And pulling me leg!

(CACKLING)

Bastard! Bastard!

Don't go too far, Danny boy.

You don't know
what's out there.

(CACKLES AGAIN)

Boss, we can't stay here,
it's a dead end.

-I want to go home.
-No!

We can fight our way out.

Might have to
sacrifice a few of you
for the greater good.

I will kill if I have to.

No! No killing. We...
We have to think our way out.

We're surrounded.
We should just surrender.

There is no surrender.

Danny!

You're going the wrong way,
boy.

Danny, come back!

Danny boy!
Come back here, kid.

Right, you know
what you've gotta do.

Mansell and Kent,
you go on ahead.
Recce an escape route.

Meg, you stay with Buchan.
Don't let him hurt himself.

And we'll try and
fend them off as best we can.

-I don't wanna go
with Mansell.
-I'd rather go with Emerson.

Maybe we should
just make a run for it.

At least some of us
will survive.

No, no, no, no, no!
We work together
no matter what!

That's what we've been doing
and look where we've ended up!

That's because Mansell
can't read a map.

And your contribution
has been running and
screaming like a girl.

-Where's Mansell going?
-I've had enough of this!

-No!
-No!

Don't... No!

(GROWLING)

DANNY: Help! Help!
Oh, God, help!

Oh, God, help!

(CRYING)
Please, I mean it, please!

(SCREAMING)

Kent!

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

-(SCREAMING)
-(GROANING)

Sorry.

Sorry, I was in the moment.

DANNY: Gerard, help!
Oh God, help!

There, look. He's been eaten.

My saints!

(COUGHING)

WOMAN: We hope you have
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and will recommend
our role playing
training facility

to your colleagues.

Traffic won.

Can you believe that?

They all got to the safe zone.

Civilian staff,
they did all right.

Even the bloody PCSOs
got to the end.

-Where did we come?
-Where do you think?
We're all bloody dead!

(CHEERING)

If we're a team,
we need to start
behaving like one.

(PHONE RINGS)

DI Chandler.

Ooh!

You'd never know it,
but we're right under
St Michael's Church.

Not that this is holy water.

(GROANS)

I just had to walk
half a mile.

I couldn't fit down
the manhole.

Well, you're lucky,
you're standing in one.

Oh, God!

Ugh...

Uh, do you, um...
Do you have anything
we could stand on?

You know, like a step or...

No? Okay.

EDWARD: So what do you think?

-That's not bruising.
-(CHANDLER GROANS)

Right, that's lividity.

After you die,

gravity pulls the blood into
the lowest parts of the body.

No.
I'd say he was killed here.

Well, what's a runner doing
down here? That's well lost.

And multiple blunt force
trauma to the head.

-It's the rats?
-Well, no, no.

and the internal organs
were removed carefully.

-Which ones?
-Liver,

pancreas,

small intestine.

Yeah, the killer
knew what they wanted.

-(JOSEPH GRAONS)
-You all right, boss?

Ta.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

-Right.
-(SIGHS)

-You been drinking?
-No.

Well, what's the matter
with you, then?

I've been dumped.

All right, come on.

JOSEPH: Right, everyone,

the victim was wearing
a runner's ID band
on his wrist.

So we know his name
was Thomas Griffin.

We're trying to contact
the family at the moment.

Sir, why would the killer
scoop out
the victim's insides?

EDWARD: When we travel,
we collect souvenirs.

A postcard, a stick of rock.

A little donkey
from Torremolinos. Why?

something to help him relive
his crime over and over again.

Hong Kong!
Fantastic tourist destination
for the holiday of a lifetime.

He's jumping to conclusions,
isn't he?

Remember what he was like
at that team building thing.

I think he's still traumatised

from being kidnapped
by Diggory.

Let's just...

-Let's just not
stress him out.
-Yeah.

When the police
raided his flat,

they found the victim's organs

stored in jars.

Who said anything
about a serial killer?
We've only got one body.

You need a hat trick
for a win.

(ALL LAUGH)

Killers like this
are collectors.

And no collection
is ever complete.

There's always another space
on the shelf.

You don't know
what the killer's like.
You're making it up.

Ed's just trying to help.

I came face to face with evil.

I know it when I see it.

No, you know it
when it has you tied up.

-(LAUGHING)
-(BANGING DESK)

Stop picking on him.

What's the matter
with you lot?

I have other cases in there
to support the theory.

You can either use it
or discard it, as you see fit.

Thanks for your thoughts, Ed.

(SNIFFS)

Do you think it's wise
to come down here?

Tongues will wag.

Hmm, let them talk.

-I'm worried about you.
-(CHUCKLES)

Why?

-I'm absolutely fine.
-(SCOFFS)

Yep, I've always got
my karate chop at the ready.

(CHUCKLES)

The fear won't leave me, Meg.

I know.

(SNIFFLING)

(SIGHS)

I don't want to die.

I've just been talking to
Thomas Griffin's running club.

It seems he was
something of a local hero.

He ran marathons, triathlons,
ultras, iron mans,

all to raise money
for cancer research.

And recently, he helped fund

the respite centre
on Martha Street.

-He was well-loved.
No enemies.
-Hmm.

On Sunday morning,
Thomas Griffin
set out on his usual run.

This is the route
he always took.

He was found here.

-What's that?
-These are, uh,

disused tunnels
from the old Underground.

Lots of access tunnels
for utilities,

and bunkers and tunnels
from the war.

There's a whole secret city
under us.

What was Thomas Griffin
doing down there?

Perhaps he was abducted
by a troll!

All right. Let's...
Let's just concentrate
on this area here.

It's my hand. I can't risk it
getting any worse.

I thought it was just a
scratch from a rosebush.

Well, yeah, it was.

Oh! Have you been to a doctor?

Er, yeah, I went to that
walk-in place last week
and they said it...

(PLATES SHATTERS)

-They said it would just
clear up on its own.
-Well, they were wrong.

I just need to keep it clean.
I'll just need to stay here.

All right,
concentrate on the CCTV.

See if you can find
Thomas Griffin on his run.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

(RATS SQUEAKING)

Oi! Wake up and pay attention.

I don't want you wandering off
like you did last time.

MANSELL: One wrong turn
in the zombie house.

Yeah,
and you got us all killed.

Look, can we just
search the area

and get out of here
as quickly as possible,
please?

(RATS SQUEAKING)

It's coming from down there.

Hey! Hey, you!

Police!

Miles, hurry up
or we're gonna lose him!

Oh, no. What is it?

What is it? What is it?
What is it? What is it?

I think it's the missing parts
of Thomas Griffin, boss.

-Well, get it off me!
-It's wrapped round your neck.

Look at me! Look at me!

(SIGHS)

You're clean.
You're all right.

-Okay?
-(SHUDDERS)

BOTH: Ugh!

Why? Why do this?

A message? A display of power?

It's a camera.

(BEEPING)

Pointing at this.

-(SHUDDERS)
-Boss, I think this is bait.

Camera like that, cost a bit.

They use these cameras
to shoot wildlife.

They have a... A trip sensor.

They must be mad to leave that

where it could be nicked
or confiscated.

(SCOFFS) Disembowelled bodies,

entrails hanging
from the ceiling...
That's all fine.

But somebody leaves
a camera lying around
and it bothers you?

Well, my boys have had
so many bikes nicked
and phones lifted.

I see a decent piece of kit
that isn't chained down
and it does bother me, yeah.

Excuse me,
do you have a UV light?

Yes.

(WHIRRING)

One proud owner.

Sir?

So I've got 15 Mark Hoopers
in Greater London.

Right, well,
the killer must have
planned this

and he seems pretty organised.

So I'd disregard anyone
under the age of 18.

-Okay.
-And he's physically strong.

He was able to subdue
a very fit
and athletic victim.

So I'll take out
anyone over 60.

Sixty-five.

-What does that leave us?
-(CLICKING)

Er... Eleven.

-RAY: And what do they do?
-Solicitor.

Dentist. Student.
Unemployed. Unemployed.

Builder... I can't even
pronounce that one.

So a crypto-zoologist
is someone who

believes in and looks for

extinct, mythical,
legendary creatures

like the Beast of Bodmin,
or Nessie.

This Mark Hooper could have
put a camera in the sewers

to try and get a picture of...
Something.

And baited a trap with
Thomas Griffin's intestines.

Well, we don't know that,
we're waiting for results.

Although, I don't know
anyone else

who's missing their insides
right now.

(LIGHT FUSES)

The landlord thinks
Hooper's out for the day.

Looks like climbing gear.

Or caving.

Sewers?

(CLATTERING)

Get SOCOs here now.

Whoever you are,
just be...
Be careful with that.

-It's very precious.
-Are you Mark Hooper?

Yeah.

(STAMMERING) That's me,
this is my flat.

(STUTTERING)
And that's my brain.

(CLATTERING)

(DOGS BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)

(HOWLING IN THE DISTANCE)

(STEAM VENT HISSING)

(SIGHS)

You found me, then?

I only got lost once.

You're a bit off
the beaten track.

What is it?

Beef, I think.

It's a nice gravy.

You'll like it.

Will you say grace?

Of course.

MILES: How long have you
been a crypto-zoologist?

Ever since I found a Yeti nest
in Tibet.

Recently vacated, but still

pungent and warm.

JOSEPH: What were you doing
down in the sewers, Mark?

Back in Victorian times,

a sow went into
the River Fleet at Hampstead

and had a litter of piglets.

They were safe
down in the sewers,

and there was plenty of food,

so the pigs stayed
and grew fat.

They kept breeding,

and as the years went by
they began to

mutate and adapt
to life underground.

They were known
as the Black Swine.

And the toshers
who worked in the sewers

would run away
if they heard them grunting

because they knew these pigs
had a taste

for human flesh.

And you were
hoping to get a photograph
of one of these pigs?

Well, they're quite rare now.

But I'd heard they still exist
under Whitechapel.

What bait did you use?

-Pig intestines.
-Not human?

That's what your feral pigs
really wanted.

They're cannibals.

Not fussy.

Did you kill Thomas Griffin
to use him as bait?

(SCOFFS)

(MUTTERING)

No! No, no.

Because he was disembowelled
in the same sewers.

(GASPS)

This proves I'm right.

They are down there.

He was killed
by the Black Swine.

(PLASTIC RUSTLING)

SOCO sent over the memory card

from Hooper's camera
in the sewer.

You hoping to see
a mutant pig?

I'm hoping to find out
if Hooper is lying.

MAN: Anne.

MAN: Anne.

Down here.

(SCREAMING)

MILES: There's Hooper.

It looks like
he's being chased.

It's not the Black Swine.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CLATTERING)

One of the search teams
looking for Griffin's
entry point into the sewers

found the body this morning.

They sealed off
the entire section

but there was no sign
of the killers.

She was killed with
blunt force trauma
to the head.

Just like Thomas Griffin.

-Do we know who she is yet?
-No.

Okay. Well, I can tell you
she's a well nourished female

of about 50 years of age.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Uterus, ovaries,
liver, pancreas,

kidneys, spleen, gall bladder,

stomach, intestines...
All gone.

-Defensive wounds?
-No.

It looks more
like she was dragged.

to cut out their organs.

Sounds like zombies.

Ed, have you got any thoughts?

The Manson Family.

Charles Manson
was a psychopath

who became a guru
in California

during the Summer of Love.
(SIGHS)

He convinced his followers

there was going to be
a race war

called Helter Skelter
predicted by
The Beatles' White Album .

Yeah,
ruined that album for me!

And he sent his disciples,
his "family,"

to the home of Sharon Tate,
the actress.

They murdered her
and her friends.

(TUBELIGHT FLICKERING)

Yeah, but they didn't steal
the bodies, though, did they?

No, but they were
a group of murderers
working for a leader.

A highly unusual dynamic.

But the Manson Family worked
as a group

because they were attacking
groups of people.

Our killers are taking
one victim at a time.

And the Mansons left messages
at the scene of crimes.

We've had nothing like that.

If a man does not know
what port he's steering for,

no wind is favourable to him.

(FOOTSTEPS APPRAOCHING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(YELLING) Leave me alone!

(DOOR CREAKING)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(PHONE RINGS)

-Erica?
-KENT: I'm alone.

I'll always be alone.
I'm nothing.

That's why I should jump
and end it... Bastard.

(SNIFFLING)

I haven't had time.

Make time!

Sir. The tests show that
the intestines in the trap

didn't belong to
Thomas Griffin.

-Right.
-They belong to some poor pig.

I guess Mark Hooper
was telling the truth.

Well, the images on his camera
back him up, too.

He set traps to catch
mythical animals, not people.

There's nothing to link
him to the murder of
Thomas Griffin.

I don't have a precedent yet.
I'm working on it.

I want to talk
about Wingfield's demon.

Ah, you mean
his "provocateur".

Can you explain the dots yet?

Most of them refer to
historical Whitechapel crimes.

The Ripper, The Krays,
and some of them
concern your cases.

-And the rest?
-I don't know.

Well, they must
mean something!

Ah! Not if Wingfield
was suffering from
a complex delusion.

Like David Berkowitz,
the Son of Sam.

Now, he believed
his neighbour's dog
was possessed by a demon

He found the bakery
before we did.

And Diggory's bookshop's
here, too.

Now, how is that possible?

If Wingfield were alive,
I'd ask him!

But he's not, so I can't
give you an answer.

(PAPERS RUFFLING)

Miles, what are you doing?

Ah, Mark Hooper's camera.
Are you gonna
give it back to him?

-Nope.
-But he's been released.

-I'm not done with this yet.
-We have all the images.

He'll get it back!

(WHIZZ)

Any luck with the CCTV?

Yeah, looks like
the victim could
be Anne Ayres.

She was delivering meals
in the area last night.

So, we're bringing
in her daughter
to identify the body.

Brilliant.

Look, her daughter's
going to be upset, obviously.

So, it would be a good idea
if you came along.

Why do I always get
the hand-holding jobs?

Ridiculous.

I'm sorry, Virginia,
I know how difficult
this must be.

What kind of God
allows such a thing?

I don't know.

(DOOR OPENING)

She always thought of others.

-(DOOR CLOSING)
-She did nothing
but help people.

And still she was forsaken.

Where were her angels
when she needed them?

We'll do everything we can
to find your mother's killers.

They will be
brought to justice.

Promise me.

Please.

I promise.

(SNIFFLING) Thank you.

Looks like there's
another hand holder in town.

Come on, let's get that boil
looked at. As we're here.

This is going to sting a bit.

(SNIFFLING)

(PANTING) Oh, God!

about a course of antibiotics.

Yeah, I will, as soon as
I get the chance.

No, no, you'll do it now.

You're at risk of developing
a secondary infection

like septic arthritis,
osteomyelitis or endocarditis.

-Any of those deadly?
-Left untreated,
yeah, absolutely.

Oh, God, I'm such an idiot.

You weren't to know.

I let it get worse on purpose.

-Well, why, Meg?
-I don't know!

I just wanted me
to stay behind my desk.

Hmm. Safer there, right?

Away from the random
acts of violence.

Like bodies
falling out of the sky.

You can't hide from it.

Right...

Anne Ayres.

She was awarded an MBE in 2009
for services to the community.

She pioneered
the Pets in Hospital scheme

where she would take
rescue animals in

to visit and comfort people
with life-limiting illnesses.

When she wasn't doing that
she was delivering hot food
to the elderly.

And Thomas Griffin
ran for charity and
helped open a hospice.

These people are local heroes.
They're rare.

We can't afford to lose them.

Same paper. Same writer.

-Peter Dunn.
-Let's pay him a visit.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(SIGHS)

What the hell is this?

Oh, he's been getting
a lot of phone calls

from someone
he didn't want to talk to.

I think he probably
got some girl pregnant.

-You know what he's like.
-Where is he?

He's feeling sorry
for himself.

Well, tell him to
get back to his desk.

When did you last see him?

He took some files upstairs.

He didn't come back.

(SIRENS)

(POLICE SIRENS)

(PANTING)

Go back inside.

You don't want to see this.

-Finlay...
-There's nothing you can say.

Then I'll just listen.

Okay?

Just... Please tell me
why you're up here.

She doesn't love me.

I didn't lie and
I didn't cheat.

(STUTTERS) I did
everything right.

But it wasn't enough.
So, what's the point?

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS)

I don't think Erica
left because of you.

I swear I can.

Finlay...

Finlay?

Please.

I swear on my life.

Come on.

Please.

Come here, you big tit.

-You know I wouldn't
have done anything.
-No, no, no. It's okay.

Let me take you in, okay?

Don't forget your stuff.

Good night, Biddy, my love.
You sleep well.

(CHICKENS SQUACKING)

Come here. Come on.

(COOING)

(SNIFFLING)

In you go.

(CHICKENS SQUACKING)

(SQUACKING INCREASES)

Calm down, girls.
There's no Mr Fox.

(DOG BARKS)

What've you done?

You know he cheats.
He's not capable
of a relationship.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

-Is that what you told her?
-Look, she's my twin.

If she gets hurt,
I feel it just as deeply.
I was protecting her.

Fix it! Get them back together
or I'll throw you
off that roof myself.

And if you're still alive,
I'll throw you off again.

(SIGHS)

-(DOOR OPENS)
-JOSEPH: Peter Dunn,
Whitechapel Gazette ?

-PETER: Yeah.
-JOSEPH: DI Joseph Chandler.

May we come in?

Uh, please do.

(DOOR SHUTS)

So, er...
How can I help you gentlemen?

We wanted to ask you
about these articles
you wrote recently.

This is filler, not news.

I'm not proud.
It pays the bills.

Both those people are dead.

Murdered?

The same killer?

Any letters to the editor?

-Not that I recall.
-Are we keeping you?

(EXHALES) No, no.
I have something in the

oven I don't
want to overcook.

Were there any crackpot calls
asking about Thomas Griffin
or Anne Ayres?

These people
weren't celebrities.

Hi. Yeah, it's me. I'm...

I've just locked up. I...

I think someone's still here.

Yeah, well, I'm probably
just being stupid.

(LIGHTS TWITCHING)

MEGAN: Come on, Ed.
Home time.

Um... Just finishing
a thought. I won't be long.

-What are you hiding?
-Me? Nothing.

Then what's that, then?

Ah! Really,
it's not important.

-Is it saucy?
-(LAUGHING)

Is it a bit of
gentleman's relish?

No, hardly,
it's just something...

Let me have a look, then.
Let me have a look!

No, it's medieval
torture porn.

Sawney Bean, actually.

Sawney Bean? I thought
we were looking for a group.

He had a whole clan!

They lived in coastal caves
in 16th century Scotland

and ambushed
travellers on the road.

Highwaymen?

No.

Cannibals.

(SCREAMING)

Sawney Bean may well
have been nothing more

than 18th century propaganda
to demonise the Scottish.

MEGAN: Ed? Ed?

Ed! I'm not scared
of the big bad wolf.

I'll tell them
we might be dealing
with cannibals.

(PANTING AND SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

I don't keep records as such.

All of my interviews
are archived at the office.

Boring as hell.

(SCOFFS) You're welcome
to the lot.

Thank you,
I'd like to see those.

-(FIRE ALARM RINGS)
-Oh! Hell's bells!

PETER: Let me show you out.

-This way.
JOSEPH: Something's burning.

-All under control.
-It doesn't look
like it to me.

-Excuse me.
-Look, there's really no need!

PETER: I can take care
of everything myself!

(COUGHING)

What in God's name
are you cooking?

You wouldn't understand!

Oh!

(SIZZLING)

(PETER COUGHING)

What the hell is that?

(SIGHS) Dinner.