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Hello?

- Out of breath, Tony?
- Who is this?

I like that, Tony.
I'd like to take your breath away.

Maggie?

Call today at 0947 hours.
The caller withheld their number.

Look at it!

"The simmering strife
in Bradfield CID

finally exploded over possible
'irregularities'

in the handling of evidence."

- Who knew about this?
- You, me, Superintendent Cross, sir.

And your squad, and Dr. Hill,
who happened to be with Tom Cross

when these "possible irregularities"
were taking place.

Tom Cross swears he would never
divulge operational details.

- He spoke to Penny Burgess.
- And for that, he's a bloody idiot.

But he would never prejudice
a case.

Except by planting evidence.

It's slippery at the top,
DI Jordan, be very careful.

Yes, sir.

Okay, you've all seen this.
You know how it makes us look.

There are young men dying
in agony out there,

and having someone telling stories
to the press is only helping the killer.

There's information in here that can
only have come from inside this room,

and I want the person responsible.
A full confession is your only hope.

Guv.

We've been working our asses off. We haven't
had time to go tattling to the press.

Bullshit.

The person responsible, come see me,
don't make me find you.

In the meantime, continue
surveillance on McTeer.

Don, have you
spoken to Glasgow yet?

I've put in two calls.

Then put in twenty. Get the copper
who arrested McTeer up there and grill him.

- Have you come to confess?
- No.

Guv, I've got to say, I just don't
thinkMcTeer's the one we're after.

He's got form, he knew three of
thefour victims, he's into S&M.

And O'Connell's handcuffs
were found in his flat.

With or without the handcuffs,
he's still our main suspect.

He's a quiet, clever, solitary man.

Get on the phone to Glasgow,
find what you can.

- I know who did it.
- Sorry?

I've got your profile. The relationship,
that was what was getting me.

Usually, it's simple.
The killer killed a victim.

But this man doesn't objectify
like most serial killers.

Dahmer, Sutcliffe, Nilsen, West --
they saw objects, not people.

Fred West, when he was talking about
a girl he killed, he'd call her "it."

et les objets qu'il construisait
comme des personnes, avec amour.

They can only relate to people when they're
dead. When they dismember, dispose...

this one --

this one doesn't lose sight
of the human.

You're trying to make him
sound reasonable.

Get his logic, and get him.

He seeks out single men. He stalks them
with care. He films them,

fueling his fantasy -- what they
could be, what they should be.

Then, he prepares a machine on which
to test their body, their spirit,

and why torture?
To get the truth.

To get proof through pain.

He takes his victims,
he transports them to his lair,

then he starts the test. He says,
"All right, prove you're good enough for me.

You're so pleased with your life, your big
little life, but can you join me on the edge?"

"Can you?"

Then he's got them.

Adam on the rack;
Paul, the rope and pulleys;

Gareth on the cross;
Damien, the Judas chair.

And they wake up,
dizzy, sick from the chloroform,

and standing in front of them is a man with a
camera. And it's the camera that terrifies,

because to record, to have this level of proof,
must mean he knows he's not going to be caught.

Then he asks them questions;
they don't have answers. They fail.

- Which he must have known.
- Yes, like the world's failed him.

- So he's a sadistic nut.
- No, he's a psychopath.

His brain functions just fine.

Better than most, because it's not bothered
with things like remorse or conscience.

He lives to gratify his desires.

Life's simple if you look at it like
that-- the gratification of desire.

Anyway, when he's done,
he kills them, he cleans them.

The only postmortem interference was with
Damien O'Connell, the policeman.

Then he returns them to us.
The end.

Disposal, dismemberment
of the bodies,

the chainsaw, the sledgehammer,
the acid bath-- that's too banal.

He makes his films.
And he remakes them.

Over and over.

So who is he?

He is his victims.

hite, male, 25 to 35, right-handed,
at least 6 foot,

considerable upper body strength,
skilled with hands.

He probably lives and works here
in Bradfield. His job is well-paid,

white-collar, like most of
his victims, flexible hours.

Could be something to do with
computers, or related technology.

More likely to live in a house than
a flat -- he has access to a basement or garage

or some soundproof, isolated place
... might be outside the city.

He has his own car, which will have
good boot space. Could be a 4x4.

He's socially withdrawn, but he
might be living with someone.

- Male, female?
- Exactly.

- Well, which?
- Neither.

- He lives alone. He's confused about his sexuality.
- So am I.

About his, I mean.

He didn't target his victims because they
were gay: Damien O'Connell was an accident.

But he does get off on
violating and dominating men.

So he's attracted to them and he resents
it. So on balance, I'd say he lives alone.

Criminal record?

uvenile stuff -- theft,
stalking, assault.

These crimes are his
greatest work.

He doesn't want to be caught, but
he does want us to be aware of him,

to react to him with horror
and fear.

He's working on his next victim now.
This one will be really special.

Bloody hell.

- Any pointers to catching him?
- Two. No, three.

First -- books, internet sites
of instruments of torture.

Two -- software, state-of-the-art,
digital image manipulation.

It's expensive,
hard to get hold of.

And three -- how does he
encounter his victims?

Is it the same for all four?
You need in-depth background checks.

- What do you think we've been doing?
- Keep doing.

Our lives, our modern lives -- we cast
out this vast net of lines of contacts,

and eighty percent of them are
recorded electronically.

And somewhere, four lines intersect.

There's your killer.

I could lose my job over this,
Penny. She'll find out.

How? I protect my sources.

I'm risking everything for you.

I like you angry.

Want to do it here?

Go on. Do me here.

Enough!

He could get off after what you've done.
You should never have printed it.

You should have never told me.

The suspect out you have to
release ...

is name's Steven McTeer,
isn't it?

Thanks, Kev.

Forgive me if I don't seem prepared;
this isn't our regular time.

- Sorry.
- How can I help you, Tony?

- Did you contact me?
- I reached out to you, Tony.

- That's nothing new, is it?
- Did you phone me, Maggie?

You keep talking about trust.

And then I see this.

A policewoman.
Let me guess.

Married to her work,
not to any man.

Her conversation, her ambition, her
whole life, defined by her grubby job.

No wonder you came to see me.

I want to know why you phoned
me, Maggie.

I didn't have to.
I knew you'd come.

- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?

My job. I do have a job.

- What, you're done with us, are you?
- I've given you the profile.

What, that's it, no follow-up,
no consultation?

Well, of course, um -- sorry.

Is that why you came,
to tell me off?

My brother's finally come through
with that digital manipulation stuff.

He says fine, he'll even give us
a demonstration.

You know what I think? Fish n' chips,
that would really hit the spot.

- I have to tape football.
- Fish n' chips? Football?

She's jealous of you.
Maggie.

Interesting, might be
able to use it.

Might be.

Tony, I think all this stuff you've
done is brilliant, but -

"Brilliant"?

Yeah, but listen,

you keep talking about
"him," "he."

- What if it's not?
- What if it's not what?

Not a "him".

It would explain how he/she gets into
their homes -- a woman's not a threat.

I know I thought about it, but there was
one thing in the way, one big thing

-- all four victims were strong men.
He used them like puppets.

You
can only do so much with drugs, chloroform
-- you still have to lift the body.

It just seems too easy, though,
doesn't it?

Too easy?

Right, I'll prove it. Come on.

Sit down.

What? You're joking.

I am a weed.

You look fit. Strong.

- I'll still win.
- Right?

Ready?

Come on, lass!

Allez!

- Come on, lass!
- Oh, no, he's on steroids.

You wish!

What?

I don't know.
The women in your life -

Maggie Thomas,

Lara Croft ...

No women in my life.

Stop!
No, here!

What's wrong?

If you have a ticket,
I'll find it.

Well, I don't have a ticket.
My name is Tony Hill.

H-I-L-L.

Thank you.
I can spell "Hill".

When did you leave your jacket?

I was ... it must have been ...

- Wimbeldon! Yeah. It was July.
- July?

July's eight months ago.

Jacket still exists. It doesn't
have a sell-by date, does it?

It doesn't exist in this shop.

Any clothes left more than six
months gets to the Salvation Army.

- What do you mean the Salvation Army?
- Tony, stop it.

No, I won't stop it.
This is serious.

It's a jacket. You haven't used it
in eight months;

you don't need it now.

Plates are in the kitchen
if you want a plate.

You have two messages.

Tony? Peter.

Look, I can't cover for you
on the 5th, I'm sorry.

I'd like to know how long this "Silence
of the Lambs" nonsense is going to go on.

Give me a call, eh?

We really are messing up
your life, aren't we?

Hello, loverboy.

I had so hoped you'd be in.

I want more of you.
Last time was so short.

Well, looks like Maggie
has got competition.

- Carol, I have no idea who -
- None of my business.

Uh, listen, I'll call when I've seen
Michael do that digital stuff, yeah?

- Carol, I'm telling you--
- Whatever.

Stevie's business isn't
doing too good.

Word must be out in the bum bandit community.
Unless, someone's been chatting to the press.

As long as we can keep pressure
on the little shit, who cares?

You're right there.

Hello. He's locking up.

Now they're closing.
How's that, Don?

That's fine, sir.

Night, then.

I thought he was supposed
to be taking a holiday.

Bloody idiot.

Sit down and I'll move
that handsome visage into this.

I took the liberty of downloading some
footage so you can see the effect.

What does all this cost?

Out of reach of most, I'd say, considering
it retails at over ten grand.

There. There's Tony.

And there's Tony again.

Oh, God, Michael.

You get the idea.

Careful.

- Sorry, you wanted a demonstration.
- Ten grand?

There are cheaper ones,
but the quality's only so-so.

- Okay, thanks.
- You're welcome.

Oh, the pattern analysis.
Any news?

I'm working on it.
I do have a job, you know?

I know.

He asked you to handcuff him?

And cut him.

He asked me to make it hurt,

with a razor blade.

Pleasure and pain are two
sides of the same coin.

You raped him.

It's what he wanted.

McTeer picked up a guy in a bar, t00k
h1m h0m3, th1ngs g0t 0vt 0f h4nd.

Still think he's
a nice bloke, Don?

That pleasure-and-pain crap,
he said that to me in the bar.

- It's obvious, this was his dry run.
- His dry run?

There's an initial attack that fails
or doesn't get followed through.

After which, they're quiet
for a while.

Sometimes years before returning
to what they like best.

McTeer does his time;
he cleans up his act.

You heard his accent back then. It was
pure jock: starts planning for the real thing.

- Hmm... ? He's right.
- Should we pull him in again?

No, he's not right about McTeer.
It's not McTeer.

- The doctor has spoken.
- Give McTeer a hammer, wood, and nails.

- It just didn't click the time it should have.
- What?

A drawer in his flat. The handle was broken,
just stuck back on with masking tape.

- Masking tape, that's something I would --
- What the hell are you talking about?

The killer's building, copying
medieval torture machines.

Complicated pieces of machinery that must
withstand intense strain. He's a skilled carpenter.

McTeer couldn't saw his way
out of a paper bag.

It's not him.

Maintain surveillance.

Here's a list of all the firms
that made that computer software.

- If you're not too busy.
- Thanks.

Sergeant Geoffries,
that dry-run stuff was good.

- Really?
- Really.

If I want to look someone up on
this computer, how do you do it?

- You're breaking the rules, doc.
- Just curious, that's all.

Enter last name, first name,
initial.

Valentine, really?
So, "Hill, Anthony, V., Dr."

Enter

Return

Well, how disappointing is that?

Thanks.

Return

NO RECORD FOUND

- Don't know if I should tell you this, guv.
- But you're going to, aren't you?

Oi, listen -

you want to find out about
my brother, you ask me.

He acts like a prick, you think
he's a serial killer? Is that it?

- I was just --
- You were just spying on him.

- Well, he fits the profile.
- Everybody fits the profile.

Computer literate, white male
between 25 and 35; that's brilliant.

We might as well arrest every
single cop in the station.

Listen, that message on my answering machine --

You've got to understand, whoever
that woman is --

I don't care. Sleep with
whoever you want to.

- I just think it's better to --
- I don't care.

Okay, my mistake, and I'm sorry for
trying to check out your brother.

Hey, listen, there's
something else.

Pathology have finally come through
with what made the burn marks

on Damien O'Connell's body.

The attachments to a cake icing kit.
Little metal heads, different shapes

used for decorating cake --

- Make any sense?
- No, none.

What about the pattern analysis?

We're waiting on the kindness of the man
you went looking up on the police computer.

- Yes?
- Guv --

- Don?
- McTeer has just been arrested.

At Grimsby trying to get
a ride on a Russian freighter.

Superintendent Cross has
been arrested, too.

- Come again?
- He tried to make a citizen's arrest,

which apparently included knocking
McTeer's head off.

- Where the hell is Cross?
- Being brought back here, sir.

Well, at least that gives you
something to charge McTeer with:

attempting to evade bail.

We don't think it's McTeer.

- You don't think -
- we've put him under a lot of pressure.

Maybe that was a factor in him running;
maybe we should just ease off.

So you know it's not him or
do you think it's not him?

- We think.
- Then he's still a suspect.

Sorry, sir, got a bit
carried away out there.

- You did, Tom.
- But McTeer's dropped himself in it.

- DI Jordan doesn't think it is him.
- Doesn't she?

Well, twenty years of murder
tells me it is.

The fact that he tried to escape
the country tells me it is.

Sir...

Did you plant O'Connell's handcuffs
in McTeer's flat?

Yeah, I did.

Why?

Because he killed O'Connell.
Because he tortured O'Connell.

Because I wanted to get a killer off
the streets. Because I think that's our job.

And I'm not afraid to do my job.

You'd better come with me, Tom.

Steve, would you comment for
the press, Steve?

Inspector Jordan,
what are the charges?

You got your killer?

You've been avoiding me, Kev.

It's over, Penny.

Oh, dear.

- When are you going to charge McTeer?
- You've done enough damage already.

Go on. For old times' sake.

You were the best I ever had, Kev.

- We've already charged him.
- I know.

Assault and evading bail.

What about the juicy stuff?
He's your killer, isn't he?

- Whatever you say.
- That's the message you're sending.

Well, if that's the message
you want to read.

McTeer will be inside with
everyone thinking he's a sex killer.

What'll happen to him?

- Well, he shouldn't have done a run.
- So it's just a tactic?

You sad sack of shite.

This is him. The leak.

Get the bag off his head!

Lift him higher, lift him higher.

All right, all right.

- It's four in the morning.
- Sorry.

We should have let him go, you know,
we really should.

Hmm, what are you talking about?

Steve McTeer committed suicide
in his cell.

So ...

- Do you want a friend or a shrink??
- Which are you?

Come on.

Tom Cross was right, you know,
it becomes like a circus.

everything goes out the window. Normal
police work, rules, everything.

I mean, after thirty years
on the force,

Cross blows his reputation,
his pension, he gets sacked.

And I've just had to kick Kevin
Geoffries off the team.

He was the leak,
screwing Penny Burgess.

But would Penny screw someone to
find out about a burglar or a rapist?

But you get a serial killer,
and we all just ...

I know how I feel in the morning.
I feel alive, and I am on fire to catch him.

He's a bad man;
that's a good impulse.

Makes you forget everything else.
I forgot Steve McTeer. I should have...

- You did..
- I didn't; I should have.

You did think.

Yeah, I did.

I did. I thought
he'd be a smokescreen.

I knew the killer was watching us,
reading the press.

He might think we were on the
wrong track, he might slip up.

So I let McTeer go ...

and now he's dead
and he did nothing.

Tony, what shall I do?

Treat McTeer as another
of the killer's victims.

And hunt him harder.

Right.

It's late.

Early.

Hey, by the way,
Michael came through.

Okay, he took the photos of
the affected area, connected them up,

and then flattened them
into two dimensions,

and then gave each separate
shape a different color.

Once he'd done that, it was easy
to remove each layer.

Twolayers of screens.
And underneath, the initials.

He inscribed his record
on Damien's body.

They did a count. There were
over 400 separate burns

That's not a message.

- But you said --
- I was wrong.

I was wrong.
This is just torture.

This is just Damien O'Connell, tortured
with all the names of the victims.

He was enjoying himself,
he realized what he'd done,

he covered it up.
- A mistake?

It was an indulgence, but not
one that would hurt him.

I'm so sorry, Carol.
Would you thank Michael for me?

- I want to go home and have a shower.
- Shower here.

Are you making a pass at me?

Unfortunately, I now seem to be
your shrink, so I can't.

Oh, well.

I'll see you later.

Cake icing, for God's sake.

So you put the cream in that thingy
and then you squeeze it onto the cake.

And you make shapes and you draw
pictures and you write names.

Why?

Hello?

Tony, darling.
Out of breath again?

What a busy boy you are.

Who are you?

I'm waiting for you.
I'm naked.

I'm wating for you, Tony.

- What's your name?
- Tony...

You write names, initials, what
names? What's your name?

Tony, Tony's my name.

Hello, Tony.

A message, or a mistake?
No, an indulgence.

Personal, you build up truth
machines and you ice cakes.

You ice cakes, cake icing,
you squee-e-e-eeze it out!

It's personal; you're angry,
aren't you?

- Guv --
- Don, what is it?

We've got the court orders
for the software places, guv.

Listen, get everyone working the phones.
We want names, addresses, phone numbers...

Just the men, yeah?

And I'll be there
in thirty minutes.

ACC crime wants to see you
just to prepare notes

before the McTeer press conference.
- Oh, that's great. See you later, Don.

Is that it?
Simple as that?

You're a boy, you're supposed to be a boy.
Get out of that, you big sissy, you big girl.

She didn't let you lick the bowl.
My God...

Didn't let you bake a cake, wouldn't
let you dress up, and if you did ...

You discounted McTeer as a suspect
in your serial killer investigation.

He was never charged with any
offense related to that inquiry.

He was arrested in an undercover
operation connected to the case.

It was known he was a suspect.

Known by whom?
As told to whom?

Oh, come on,
it was generally known --

It wasfloating in the air like
some sort of universal truth?

No, but it was assumed
that Mr. McTeer --

"Assumed"? We can't be held responsible
for your reckless assumptions.

We deal in facts, judicially
provable facts --

when we have facts,
we pass them on.

We will be scrutinized, and if
we are faulted, we will accept it.

But as to who put that rope
around Steve McTeer's neck,

you, you in this
room, scrutinize yourselves.

How you opt for news ahead
of fact,

how you anticipate and speculate,
how you tell your stories.

Inspector Jordan,
how do you feel?

Feel? How do I feel?

- How do I feel?
- Yes.

I could have requested solitary
confinement for Steven McTeer.

I didn't.

I must live with that.

Hi, there's nobody here, leave a message
for Carol or Michael after the tone.

Carol, I rang your office but
they said you were at home.

I'd come into the office,
but my car's ...

Okay, listen -- you were right,
well, you were wrong and right.

He is a woman.

He wasn't always, but he is now,
transgender, not transvestite

--that's important--he's gone
the whole hog, had the operation.

And the torture machines... He straps
them down so he can reveal himself.

Or herself.

He is a woman, but he still
has a man's strength,

so my point still holds there,
you're not completely --

it's the cake icing, the
attachments, they're the key.

I wasn't wrong;
there was a message there,

but not one she wanted to send.

She used them on Damien
when she felt angry,

felt insulted by us,
by life, whatever.

The torture machines, they're all
classics out of a history book, but --

the cake-icing stuff--
it's personal, Carol.

It's deeply personal.

It's all about some weird childhood
screw-up--isn't it always--

but this one's really, it's
gender identity, sexual identity,

it's a minefield.

Just hold your horses!

Anyway, the transgender thing. Do
you know how much an operation costs?

est got in Europe,
apparently, Holland.

But how do you get that
sort of money?

My guess is prostitution,

which means male prostitution, which
means rentboys, all that sort of stuff.

Well, certainly, a can full
of man hate.

- Excuse me. My car --
- Just one sec.

Anyway, I hope this helps
you narrow the list down.

And the other thing, what I said
about having a shower,

that was really--
well, you know it was.

Sorry, okay.

I'm sorry to barge in on you like
this, but my car's just died on me.

I wonder if I could
use your phone?

Of course.

I can't handle knowing this is
going on and not being a part of it.

- Tough.
- You need me.

Just let me stay till it's done,
then, whatever.

On the phones,
as soon as he's caught.

Don, divide up the software names.

You know what we're looking for:
we want their jobs, their social habits,

any form of connection, however tangential,
to any aspect of these four lives.

- Where the fuck is Tony Hill?
- I don't know.

Tony, Carol, where are you?
We need you here, I need you here,

so will you either call or come in?

Tony, please.

Carol, I rang your office but
they said you were at home.

Okay, listen -- you were right,
well, you were wrong and right.

He is a woman.

He wasn't always, but he is now...

Yes, it hurts,

but what you can't anticipate ...
how difficult it is to breathe.

Next, you release the rope
so the bricks ...

the bricks ...

the bricks drop.
Which will ...

You know the Germans
added a refinement -

-- an iron spike behind the back.

So that when you drop,
the spike...

tears you --
- Yes, I tried it.

Couldn't make it work.
The angles didn't make sense.

Clever Germans.

And now they make such good cars.

I said I was waiting for you, Tony.

Here I am.

Do you like what you see?

You take my breath away.

- Talking won't save you, Dr. Hill.
- Who says I want to be saved?

DI Jordan, call -- your brother.

- Tell him I'll call back.
- He's says it's important--line four.

- I have not got time for this.
- Shut up, you've got to listen to this.

It's Tony, listen --

Carol, I rang your office but they
said you were at home.

Well, you were wrong and right.
He is a woman ...

Have you worked me out yet, doctor?

I've scratched the surface.

You scratch my surface,
I'll scratch yours.

Funny.

The icing on the cake.

Oh, you got that.
What a clever doctor.

I got a lot.

And what you've made of yourself.

The journey you had
to go, but the reason.

What is the reason, Tony?

The reason.

Mummy wouldn't let you ice cakes,
wouldn't let you lick the bowl.

Little girl in a boy's body -
Crap!

You get off in-inflicting pain.
You love it. Admit it, you silly bitch!

... Well, certainly a can
full of man hate.

- Excuse me. My car --
- One sec.

Anyway, I hope this helps you
narrow the list down.

And the other thing, what I
aid about having a shower,

that was really --

- It's a woman.
- We haven't got women on the lists.

- Guv --.
- A woman couldn't have --

- Guv --
- A transgender could.

- Guv -- !
- What, Annie?

We did get the women. Phones
just printed off customer lists,

we've got women --
- Right--we switch, no phones,

we doorstep, and get the addresses!

It's how she gets into the house --

you see a woman on your doorstep, and,
"Oh, me car's broken down ... "

There was someone at his door.

Get a car over there
now. Kevin, you go, now!

Is that all you've got?
And you call yourself a psychologist?

You don't need psychology.

ou've gone places
we all want to go.

Do you know where I go, Anthony?

I want to be you.

- You haven't got what it takes.
- I can't talk like this; I can't breathe.

- That's part of the plan.
- Let me down!

I want to be part of it!

Right, next.

Angelica Bain, Whitely.

We're at Dr. Hill's place,
guv. No answer.

Then break the bloody
door down.

Upstairs, move it!

- Yeah?
- Guv, there's nothing here.

- I'm sorry.
- Right, move on to the next name.

Thank you.

You need some muscle on you.

Eh bien, apr�s
quelques semaines comme �a...

Oh, I don't know. A few
more weeks of this, I'll be --

Don't think you're ever getting
out of here. You're mine, right.

Mine, mine.

- What have we got on her?
- Got her name and address.

Hey, do you know the woman
who lives here?

What's she look like?

- Back end of a bus. Nice tits, though
- What does she do?

- I don't know.
- She got a boyfriend?

No, but she's out all hours with
her little camera.

- A little camera?
- Yeah, a little digital thing.

It's like she's into some kind
of weird films, I can tell you.

I don't think so, guv.

Market Research.

"She calls, she asks questions."

There's got to be a garage somewhere,
leads to another place, something.

- Guv, this is illegal.
- Screw legal. She's got Tony.

Get on the phone to the council, I want
council tax, registry, land registry.

Get on to Annie. NOW, Don!

The films aren't as good.s.

They're fine, they're good.

- I'm very good in them..
- Oh, I'm sure you are.

- But your partners, what are they like?
- Who cares about them?

You do; you choose them..

- They let you down?
- Of course.

They're scared.r.

- They're pathetic pieces of shit
- I'm not scared.

Why not?

This is exciting.

Tu m'excites.

You're exciting.

Untie my hands. You can keep
the shackles on.

Let me show you.

Show me how ... ?

I want it --

The Forbidden.

I want it for real.

You can give it to me.

Guv!

What do I do now?

What do you do now, Tony?

Torture, torture.

Everything changes when
you least expect it to.

Some things always remain the
same.

We'll always be ready for change.

Ready.

Tony. You could have killed me.