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Frankie.

Frankie. Yep.

Out. Excuse me!

Boyd. Yeah, it's OK.

He's knows, just leave him alone.
I'm sorry he's gonna...

So what have you got, Frankie?
Well, we've got slashes to
the throat, not wild - controlled.

The first sliced the main artery,
the second was insurance.

So, precise and deliberate. Delivered
from behind and to the side.

There was no frenzy.
It was simple, calculated intent.

This had better be good...

So the blood on his hands is...?

From where he grabbed his throat.

He would've panicked.
Panic makes you breathe heavier,
the heavier you breathe... Yeah.

But also, the killer must have
been disturbed because, look,
he only got through the "S".

So, the same car park Carstairs
was found in and the "S" on the back,
otherwise... Completely different.

Throat cut, not asphyxiated.

He was dead,
whereas the others were breathing.
They look like executions.

There must've been a reason
they wanted him dead.
Have you looked at his trousers?

What? For any sign
of sexual activity or...?

Sick on my shoes, man.
There's nothing obvious...
What? Sick on my shoes.

God.

Frankie? Yeah.
I want you to go back to the hotel.

Why? Check out some vomit.

And can you scrape that up for me?

Please?

Thanks.

Boyd. I wanna talk to you about
vomit. I can think of four reasons...

I think you ought to see this first.

Looks like his partner. Definitely
next of kin. Found in his wallet.

His partner -
so Marvin was homosexual?

Yeah, looks that way.

There's no reason why we should know
he was homosexual. Was he killed
because he was homosexual?

Did he pick somebody up
and was unfortunate enough
to meet the killer? Unlikely.

Perhaps he was enticed here
by his killer.

We don't even know
if he was killed here by the killer.

Hi, Greta. Hi.

Are you all right?

No, not really.

You've never been on a team
that's lost one of its men before?

No. What's it like?

It's like this. You don't need that.

Why? People don't like looking
at pictures of dead colleagues.

You'd think as a psychiatrist I'd
have thought of that, wouldn't you?
I would, actually, yeah.

Bulmer here? No, he's out with
the team. Doing what exactly?

He's convinced Dave Marvin was
followed, either by Roman Barac or
some other crime figure he'd upset.

What do you think?

If Dave was a threat, then
killing him would be a logical move.

If he hadn't passed on his suspicions
to the rest of us, it would, yeah.

I was due to meet Dave last night.

Where? Well, he just phoned
out of the blue.

He wanted to discuss something.
I assumed it was about the case.

And? And there's something
else you should know...

..about Graham Penn.

He's a police informant.
Yes, I know that.

Thanks... Boyd? Hi, Greta.

I've got female DNA
all over Dave Marvin's crime scene
that's unaccountable for.

Greta, out of all the people there,
yours is the only one I don't have
on file, so I need a swab. OK.

For cross contamination purposes.
I'm sorry. I should have known.

I'm just surprised you weren't
already on the database. So pop in
and I'll take a pint of blood.

Frankie's got
a strange sense of humour.

No, I want the Carstairs brought
in here now! Both of them.

I want you to trace what Dave Marvin
was looking into. Spencer's been
through his computer. I can tell you.

Let's check phone logs,
calls made, calls received,
notes, mobiles, diaries...

I can give you that! He may have
been looking into something we didn't
know about, and that includes you.

Dave didn't have agendas.
I don't know how you run your team.

We always have agendas. Yeah, well,
figures. What about the box, Spence?

It's on the police archives. He must
have requested it. Dave Marvin
thought of bloody everything.

Shaugnessy. Who? Shaugnessy?

You never give up, do you? Never.

I wasn't talking to you.

Dave was very good, but this,
this is a case that got dropped.

I told him, everyone told him.

Forensic and pathology
confirmed it was accidental.

Auto-erotic asphyxiation.

It'll all be there.

Accident. Yeah, I mean,
there are similarities,

but not enough to link him to this.

But Dave thought otherwise.

Yeah.

He was good, was he, Sergeant Marvin?

Yes.

Well, he's dead now, isn't he?

Is there anything, anything
you should have told me?

Nothing. Shaugnessy was a dead end.
You know everything
there is to know.

Because I don't intend losing
any members of my team.
I don't deserve that.

How does Shaugnessy fit in?
Find out if he knew Penn for a start.

Want the box? Yeah.

Thank you.

Spence?

Yup? Door.

I'm gonna ask you exactly the same
question I just asked your son.

Other than the two of you,
who else stood to gain
from your husband's death?

Strangely enough,
he couldn't answer that either.

Stop it, stop it.

Boyd. Did you find anything in the
box? Bulmer's made some arrests.
He's interviewing now.

Oh...God!

Why has Bulmer suddenly leapt to the
conclusion that it's the work of a
hired hitman? Because he's a moron.

Your husband was worth
an awful lot of money.

No, this is just too ridiculous.
We had no need of the money.

It's a sizeable settlement figure,
Mrs Carstairs. It was a sizeable
marriage, Mr Bulmer.

Mrs Carstairs, your husband
died a slow, horrible death,

gasping for air whilst the life
was choked out of him by somebody

who was buggering him
violently at the same time.

How can you reassure me that you
or your son didn't manage to find
the one contract killer in England

smart enough to employ
this modus operandi?

I didn't kill him.

I would never have hurt him.

He wasn't perfect, but then who is?

And I loved him.

What about Raymond?
How did he get on with his father?

I wanna know more about your son,
Mrs Carstairs.

So do I, Mr Bulmer. All mothers
want to know more about their sons.

I want the hitman, Mrs Carstairs!

One of my officers is dead because
he was killed by the same man.

That's enough. Mrs Carstairs, would
you come outside with me, please?
But I haven't... It's OK.

What the hell are you doing, Boyd?!
DS Silver will look after you.

Where the hell
do you think you're going?! Boyd!

Boyd! Boyd!

Boyd!

What the hell do you think
you're playing at?!

I swear to God I'll have you, Boyd!

I'll have you!

I was interviewing
possible suspects, you idiot!

Mrs Carstairs
is not a possible suspect!

Are you lecturing me, you tosser?!

If I turn your mic off,
Bulmer, I can't hear you.

SILENCE

You see? I didn't hear you. I just
turned it off. So it's a waste
of time abusing me, all right?!

I am too far into the investigation,
Boyd! You're miles away!

Your methods are crap! I don't
trust you and I don't even like you!

I found a link between the murders -
an organised crime link.

And I responded to it!

I assume you're talking about Penn.

Yeah, Penn.

How do you know about that?

It was you, wasn't it?

You had Roman Barac flagged.

We had a deal. Eh?

We had a deal!

Screw your deal!

Dave Marvin was my right-hand boy.

You didn't even know
the most basic thing about him.

Oh, is that what you think?

Well, you're wrong.
Every time I copped a big job,
Dave was the first name on my list.

I'd trust him with my life.
That's not what I'm talking about.

Oh. If you're referring
to his personal life, that's
exactly what it was, personal.

He chose to keep it private.

And that was his affair
and still is.

He never once mentioned he was gay.

And you know what?
It was never an issue.

Just like there were things
about me HE never knew.

Way I saw it, he didn't want
me to know, so I didn't.

Let me out, Boyd!

Just let him out, Spence,
when he calms down, will you?

What right do you have to behave
like that? I have every right!

Well, it was very uncomfortable.

He was out of control
and now he's close to imploding.

That's HIS problem. Book him
some sessions. He can't afford me.

If he goes to pieces,
so does your reputation.

You're not worried
about YOUR reputation?!

I've nothing to lose, so I don't let
upsetting people get in the way.

God, you're like a child.

I'm worse - I'm a child with a badge.
It's Bulmer. Do you mind?
No, I don't mind.

Did you know Marvin was a homosexual?
I thought he might be -
woman's intuition.

Penn's on the move. Where are
the Carstairs? They just left.

Did you make them tea? Yeah, why? Get
Raymond's mug over to Frankie. OK.
Did Penn say where he was going?

He told Wilcox to meet him
at the usual place.

I'm toast. Spence, you're on.
I'm there.

Where did he go?

There he is.

I'll try round the other side. OK.

Where the hell's he going?
Let's talk to this guy.

I've got eyeball on him.

Shit. Spence, stay where you
are. Don't do anything.

I'm calling for backup
and then we'll hit them.

This is DS Silver, Cold Case unit,
Paddington base near the taxi rank.
We need backup on the hurry-up.

I think you'd better
put your seatbelt on. Why?
We're going for a little spin.

I can't find it. I haven't got one.
Just hold on, OK?

Out. Get out!

Mel.

Take a seat, Mr Wilcox.

Look, you know,
she was just a street kid, you know?

I've got two kids of me own.

Could you come in here
a minute please, Mel?

He fell off the chair.

So there was no third man.

Carstairs was having sex
with a young boy.

The third person in the car
was a kid.

A rent boy. Yeah, provided by Penn.

I thought I knew you better.

So did I.

I just don't know what to say.

You understand how it happened.

Can you forgive me?

Would that make you feel better?

A bit.

Well, I don't think I can.

I never wanna see you
like that again.

There's an obvious question
I wanna ask him. What's that?

Was Dave Marvin a child abuser?
No. ..No.

His killing bears some similarities
to the others.

But it also bears
a lot of differences, Spence.

I mean, Dave was killed in haste.

In comparison, it was crude,
and it doesn't involve any form of
sexual gratification or seduction.

I strongly suspect that Dave
was killed because of what he knew.

A warning from organised crime?

Yeah. He and Bulmer turned over
almost every syndicate in London.

Yeah, that's what I think.

It's gonna be 24 hours before we get
Wilcox's DNA to know if he's linked.
OK.

And I can confirm that Penn
isn't the killer of Dave Marvin.

I've re-checked the video footage
and he was at work when Dave died.

Yeah, but he has to be part of it.
Penn's linked to all of them.

Carstairs, when they were
arrested together, Tomas Barac
through his brother's restaurant,

and Dave Marvin as his informant.

So what about Shaugnessy?

We don't know he was linked
to the others. Not yet,
but there has to be something.

Penn may not be the killer,
but he's the key.

He has links to Shaugnessy.
Dave Marvin was sure of it.

I'm only gonna say this once -
twice if I end up in court.

I'm really sorry about what
happened in the interview room.

OK?

OK. OK.

Mel, can you come with me, please?

Where are we going?
To see the girl...please.

And can somebody get Raymond
Carstairs back in...alone...please?

Get Raymond Carstairs back in...

No. Alone.

Should we go in?

No.

No, she's been through enough today.

OK... OK, so we know the Marquis de
Sade's dead, so we know it's not him,

but we really don't have a clue
who the killer is, do we, Greta?

Well, we know he's driven,
determined.

Specific is the key word for me

because that suggests
that he's emotionally and
at least intellectually involved

in this whole area, yeah?

Go on.

That's all I've got
to say about it, really.

Well, his fury and his drive to
kill must have come from somewhere.

We're assuming it's sexual.
Because of the semen?

If it is the killer's, yeah.

Frankie, can you tell if the murders
were committed in the same time
frame as the sexual encounters?

Yes, but it's messy.
It depends if there's any difference
between the oxygenation

between the semen on the back
and on the sheets. So it's messy.

Yeah. But it's possible?

Yeah, it's possible. Great.

Great.

What's that? Where did it come from?

Eurgh, it's sick. What?

It's a little boy in a paddling
pool. The kid's naked. He's playing!
Haven't you upset enough people?

It's just a little boy in
a paddling pool. But surrounded by
all this, it is sexual, yes? Yeah.

But if you take all this world away
from it, it's just a boy in a padding
pool, isn't it? Yeah. Who is it?

What happened to him?

What happened to the little boy
in the paddling pool?

HE WHISPERS

What did you say?

I just told her
it was a picture of me, that's all.

It's a picture of me.

That was a cheap trick. I'm sorry.
I was just trying to make a point.

Oh, really, what point is that?

I'm sorry...OK?

I'm sorry.

Yesterday, I was on the subway and
I saw this boy holding a man's hand,

and the kid was about six.
I was on my way to tell
Dave Marvin's partner he was dead,

but I couldn't focus on that
because I'm thinking is that his
father's hand he's holding, or what?

That's an understandable reaction.
But it's a sad reaction. Yes.

In a civilised society, I'm wondering
if the kid is all right. I just
wanted the kid to give me a sign.

Just a thumbs up, you know?
Just a little thumbs up.

For your sake or for his?

That's not...
That's not the point, though.

God, you can be so...
You can be annoying, all right?

That's not the point. What I'm saying
is that it's our brains that have
got a twisted kind of perspective.

That's why I put the damn photo
up on the damn board, all right?

You shouldn't assume that the people
you're talking to...
I don't assume anything.

You have 15, 20 people working
for you? I have 20 people. 20. 20.

Well, if statistics are right,
chances are that two people
on your team have been abused.

What's going on out there?

Who knows?

He fancies her, doesn't he?

Grace! Did I just say that out loud?
Yes, you did. So naughty.

You really were quite cute
as a child. Does that shock you?

Yes, I wonder what happened.

THEY CHUCKLE

Well, you must have been
pretty gorgeous yourself.

Not bad.

Were you born with brown eyes, or
did they start blue and turn brown?

I was born with brown eyes. Right.

Only child?
Yes. Spoilt rotten, were you?

Yup. Little daddy's girl.

I really don't think
that's any of your business.

I'm sorry. See, I've apologised to
you again, that's twice in just a...

Look, why don't I just say
one big one now, OK? I'm sorry.

Some killers get slipshod.
The more they kill,

the more confident they get. Then
they learn from earlier mistakes.

Has she got anything on the vomit?
Hello? No, she hasn't yet. Ah.

But she might have something
on the Shaugnessy case.

Yep.
Given time, Boyd, I might be able

to get some DNA from the leather
belt or the dressing gown belt,

because if they were pulled tight
without gloves,

there's a chance

that the killer's DNA might have
remained in the fibre. From? Sweat.

Ay? Clever. Put them back.

OK. But, they're in bags.

Yeah, just put them back.

Oh, she's such a... Bossy?

That wasn't the word I wasn't
thinking of. Mm.

Just get back to Greta.

Uh? Are you feeling better?

I wasn't ill. Oh.

Something's been bothering me
ever since we've met.

Mm, I have that effect on people.

You were very quiet.

Was I? Mm.

Sometimes I find it hard
to express myself.

Is that why you don't teach?
You don't teach, do you?
I'm a better administrator.

Or is it that you don't have
the patience?

That, too. I don't
have much patience, either.

Oh, is that a threat?
No, not at all.

You've got this all wrong.

It was obvious when your colleague
dragged me and my mother in.

Superintendent Bulmer was misguided.

Mm, Superintendent Bullshit.

That man shouldn't have a badge.

He's a dangerous man. So was your
father, but you didn't say anything
about him, did you?

I'm sorry.

This has nothing to do
with homosexuals

running around on the heath, has it?

Has it?

No.

It's about sex...and children.

Mm.

Sex and children.

Yes.

Sex and children.

Sex and children should be brushed
under the carpet, don't you think?

I wanna know about you...

and your father.

My...father
was a very complicated man.

Sometimes he could be...

extremely generous,
almost to a fault.

But there were two sides to him,

like the light and dark
sides of the moon.

But...

he was...inspirational.

He was a motivator.

He also was an abuser.

An abuser of children.

Do you really think this
started off with walking the heath?

He ran a school, Boyd.

Come on -

little man, ran a school.

Imagine it.

He ran a school...

..and he was a child molester.

That's why he was killed, wasn't it?

Do you recognise this man?

No. Is he dead, too? Who else knew
what your father was into?

Am I presumed guilty
just because I knew what he did?

Well, motive - it gives you motive.

It does.
We're looking for somebody like you.

Somebody who was probably
a victim of abuse themselves.

Intelligent, with a desire to avenge.
Two out of three ain't bad.

Not much of a defence though, is it?

Look.

I was buggered up beyond all reason.

Literally.

I tried therapy,

even role-playing.

And I swear to God

that most of the therapists
were more screwed up than I was.

I was expected to go in there

and release all my rage
against my father

for...taking down my pyjamas night
after night after night,

and all I could do
was be angry at my mother.

My father screwed me up
beyond recognition.

And all I do is take it out
on my mother.

Do you think your mother knew
what was going on? Of course she did!

Why are you so sure?

Because she didn't love me
like my father did.

She never gave me treats.

And she never wanted to shag me.

I'm not scared of you, you know.

I haven't done anything yet. Yet?

I may not do anything, ever,
to anyone. Like what?

Like what you suspect me of.
This is cause and effect.

We know the cause. What's the effect
going to be? Are you gonna tell me?

I know what you're thinking. What?
When do I stop being the victim

and become the perpetrator?
Perpetrator of what?

Inhuman passion.

Inappropriate attraction.

Uncontrollable desire. I... They're
in me! I think they're in me!

How do you know that?
They were put in me.

Maybe by nurture or nature,
but they are in me.

I can't arrest you for a crime
you haven't committed.

I've always had a fear that one day
the victims of sexual abuse will
be tagged by the likes of you.

Statistically, I am more likely
to become an abuser having been
abused than you having not.

That does have a terrifying logic.
Came up with it myself.

I'd keep it to myself.
What? Like everything else?

Like my childhood? Like my life now?

And how do you live your life now?
Boyd? In fear.

Raymond Carstairs' DNA came through
and there's no match.

OK, Raymond.
You, you're an attractive man.

Thank you. I can't believe you
haven't walked down the street
and not turned round after a girl

who's walked past in a short skirt
and an ambiguous smile. That's true.

Then you've turned to look at her,
thinking that she hasn't noticed and
she turns and looks directly at you.

It's only then that you notice

that you're looking at a girl
of no more than 13 or 14 years old.

Yeah, that has happened - yes.

And you think, "Blimey!

"I'm leering after a girl
who's still doing her homework."

Am I sick? I don't think so.

Are you sure? Simple mistake.
Thousands of people do it every day.

But I look around terrified.

Has anyone seen me? The police?
CCTV cameras? The girl's father?

We exert moral reason
over animal instinct. Ah.

The person that you want,
Boyd, is not like you or me.

They can not even begin
to rationalise, not to themselves.

They are still hurting.
They still want the ice cream.

They still crave the love of the one
person who destroyed their life,

but they cannot separate the ties.

So you find someone as abhorrent
as your father and you have sex
with them.

It's a way of getting off.

It's an exercise of self-loathing,

and, believe me, it's
a sorry state of affairs for anyone.

You are driven to it

and you are sorry.

You're sorry?

Yes - sorry.

As in pathetic.

POLICE SIREN WAILS

We found nothing at Penn's. Got him
circulated but nothing's come in.

He can't have disappeared.
Where's Bulmer?

Just leave it with me.
I'm not holding out on you.

Just give us an hour.

Doesn't that man understand what
it means to work together as a team?

When you work together as team,
Greta, you're meant to share
information.

The murderer harbours intense
sexual outrage.

Not that kind of information! There
are two forms of aggression -

the killings themselves,
and the mutilation. Yup.

The carving on their backs. Yup.
Why wasn't Wilcox targeted
by the seducer or the killer?

Because he's an out-and-out
paedophile!

The seducer is a mature woman,
we know that from the DNA. This man's
tastes are strictly pre-pubescent.

All right. Raymond Carstairs -
how does he fit in? He's terrified
of what he might become.

He's our victim. He's not a killer.

Tomas Barac was a target
because he was into young girls.

Whether Penn led the killer
knowingly or not to the victims,
we must find him. This is the man.

This brings us back to Penn.
We must find him.

We've gotta wait for Bulmer to do
that, and that is
one frightening thought.

Boyd, there's a guy here to see you.
He says it's important.

Who? Er...a William Laurence.

Do you want me to stick around?
No, you go. OK. Night. Night.

Grace. Yup. You going home?

Not yet, no. What are you doing?

I'm looking for semen.

What for? Do you know you can get
that stuff on the internet?

Well, I've got my own.

I'm not sure that it's sexual,
on the part of the killer. What?

The semen on the bodies. I think
it's more likely to be the woman

that's left it there - a last
insult, a final act of debasement.

So she gets a bottle of semen
and splotches it over...

I'll leave that to your imagination
how she... I'm there(!)

Glad I'm not.

Vomit in the car park.
Nope, too contaminated,

but I've got a print
from the hotel corridor.

Whoever was sick leant over
to support themselves. Grace!

The print is a nine point match, so
I can't give you a conviction but I
can give you a name. From the print?

No, from a previous record. William
Laurence, Heath End Lane, Hampstead.

William Laurence?

Yeah.

He's here. In the building.

OK.

Mr Laurence? Yes.

You wanted to see me.

Yes.

What did you want to see me about?

Um, I have some information.

Well, I suppose you could call it
information.

Yes, yes - I have some information.

What is that information?
Are you in charge here? Yes.

I am Detective Superintendent Boyd.
This is my forensic psychologist.

Dr Foley.

I killed them.

I killed them all.

Shaugnessy, James Carstairs,

Tomas Barac,

Graham Penn.

Graham Penn?

You killed Graham Penn.

Dave Marvin?

I don't know a Dave Marvin.

But if he was that policeman who was
killed in the car park, I assure
you, that was not me.

Was he...like the others? What were
the others like, Mr Laurence?

I saw in them a man I once was
and it filled me with loathing.

What for them or for yourself?
For myself, self-loathing.

Yes, of course.
I hope I don't disappoint you.

I don't care about disappointment,
but if you waste my time I get...

I'm not! I'm not! You know that!
Good. Convince me.

What can I say to convince you?

How did you leave the bodies?

Very still.

Very still.

If you're referring
to the mutilation,

saying sorry
didn't quite seem...adequate.

And you just have to believe...

how sorry I am.

That's why I'm here, in a way -

for my daughter.

For your daughter? Yes,
I haven't seen her for some time.

You want to tell her you killed
these men. Of course that.

Of course, yes, that.
But other things as well.

I remember when she was 12 - just.

She always wanted to be 12 -
ever since she was 10.

"Daddy, when will I be 12?"

And for her 12th birthday,
I abused her.

I know this is difficult for you, Mr
Laurence, but I want you to tell me

exactly what happened to these men.

It's hard to put into words the
feeling of walking up to her room...

Can we start with Tomas Barac,
please? The expectation.

It was as if the house
was suddenly full of doors

as I wandered through - opening,

closing each door behind me

quietly so my wife wouldn't hear.

(Don't open.)

(Please don't open!)

DOOR BANGS

I don't really know
what I'm doing here,

except I feel oddly better.

I was trying to clean up
after my little girl.

That's what parents do, isn't it?
Clean up after their children.

Grace, I need to see you out here,
please. Excuse me.

I've got the results back
on the Shaugnessy case.

Greta's DNA is causing me concern
because it's from sweat.

But it can't be, Frankie.
Well, it is.

What about the vomit.
It belongs to a female.

I found traces
of a birth control pill
and they're taking antidepressants.

Greta wasn't involved
in the Shaugnessy investigation,
she told me so herself.

My daughter doesn't know I'm here,
you understand.

She doesn't know about any of this.
Are you sure about that? Of course!

These murders involve a man
and a woman working together.

Well, I suppose in a sense they did,

except she didn't know
she was involved. She didn't.

Well, no.

DOOR CLICKS

I'd like to carry on with this
in a few minutes, if you don't mind?

But my daughter, I need
to see her now. I understand.

You want to see Greta.

Yes. I need to see her.

I need her to know how sorry I am.

'Shhh!'

Shhh!

Never tell!

Never tell!

Night.

Greta?

Greta!

Greta?

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Yeah?

It's me. Penn's dead.

Yes, I know.

Greta?

Greta?

I just want to see her to tell her.

Why won't she let me explain?
Why won't she let me say sorry?

Have you thought
she may be frightened of you?

Would you understand that?

Yes.

And have you thought that she may
be frightened she might forgive you?

'It was easier when he didn't think
he had anything to apologise for.'

He ruined everything

and now he wants to make it better.

But, the truth is...

..the truth is
some things just don't get better.

No, they don't.

And those men he killed -

I didn't really know them,

but...I needed them -

..because of him.

It's funny, isn't it?

Dads never really like the men
their daughters sleep with.

You should go home.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Well, we've got a lot of work to do.

I need my coat.

Yeah.

OK? Yup. Here.

Thank you. And your money.

Greta?

What happened with Dave Marvin?

I'd arranged to meet him
at the car park that night.

I was going to tell him everything.

He was the only person I trusted.

And when you arrived,
he was already dead.

I thought so.

Goodnight. Night.

Greta?

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