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20 minutes after the fire started,
the emergency services arrived.

Natasha Bloom appeared to be
the only survivor.

She had significant burns on her
hands, but otherwise she was OK.

Natasha... who was in the house?

Your mum and dad?

And Claudia.

Natasha Bloom will stand trial for the murders
of her parents and of her younger sister, Claudia.

I thought Claudia lived in that cottage.
No, she was staying the night. With Joshua?

Joshua was spared.

What's happened to the little boy? He lived with Dad
until Dad tried to kill himself. Now he's in care.

OK.

Two years ago, Natasha
was referred to me by her GP.

I administered a course of
cognitive behavioural psychiatry.

After the fire, this cropped up in her notes
and the police asked me if I'd see her. I agreed.

Claudia... she was a mule.

You know - a drugs mule? Claudia?

Yeah, she got my parents involved.

Natasha told me that, prior to starting the
fire, she'd been receiving calls from a man,

who told her she was
in great danger from her family.

What was Natasha's condition?

She was schizophrenic.
Sub-type? Paranoid.

Command hallucinations.

Voices telling her to do things?

I tried to warn you, Henry.

Don't you remember getting
an anonymous note?

I remember.

Don't touch my head! OK, Natasha,
calm down. It's only me - Henry.

The mystery caller told Natasha
that he was her Shepherd

and quoted Ezekiel 34.

"As a shepherd seeketh out his flock so will I
deliver them from where they have been scattered

"in the cloudy and dark day."
Now, that rang a bell.

As well as doing freelance work, I run Walstead
Secure Unit where I have a patient called Fay Harding,

who murdered the parents of a boy
that she was fixated on.

This was? This was March 2001.

After her arrest, Fay claimed she had been driven to
kill by a man who told her he was an emissary of God,

and her Shepherd.

I went back over Fay's testimony.

Not only was the stranger's opening
gambit the same quote from Ezekiel,

it was from the same version
of the Bible.

How did you explain this connection to the team
that is investigating the Natasha Bloom case?

Inspector Brooks wants a quick
result so the community can "heal".

Do you think this person,
this Shepherd, is out there?

I think it's a coincidence
that I can't explain.

Two women,
three years and fifty miles apart,

suffer the same hallucinations
and then commit multiple murders.

Natasha's trial will be the trial
of the year. We won't get near it.

One of my students is working on
the Bloom case. That could be an in.

But he said he couldn't tell me
anything.

If Fay Harding had an accomplice -
Shepherd - it's a cold case.

Except there's no evidence she did.
Don't say you're not curious. I'm not.

Then you should be doing something
else. That's a little harsh, Mel.

With all the evidence we've got, we
should be investigating it. We will.

Fay Harding's responsibility for the
death of your parents is not in doubt.

But? We're considering the possibility,
and it's only a possibility,

that she was manipulated
by a third party.

Who?

We don't know who.

Then what makes it a possibility?

A similar case has come to light.
Similar how?

That's as much as we can tell you.

You think it's possible Fay Harding
killed my parents at someone else's behest?

It's a theory we want to discount.

You can discount it right now. Fay
Harding was a friendless psychopath.

What is it you want from me? We want to talk
to you about your relationship with Fay Harding.

A drunken kiss
is hardly a relationship.

Is that the extent of your physical contact? Yes.
- Adam, can I speak to you... now?

Why don't you get off
to the surgery?

I'll be OK.

Don't let Fay Harding back in.

That is one shit-eating grin.

Gary Duke, Adam's father.
Born in Stepney.

Entered the army as a private, eventually
became a colonel. That's a career arc. Mm.

Before getting dishonourably
discharged in 1985. What for?

Killed two fellow officers.
Dishonourably discharged?

It was self-defence. He'd slept with one of their
wives. Good Lord! That's what the grin's for.

Five years later, he was head of the
fifth largest security firm in Europe.

Then on 27th March 2001, the Duke family
are about to sit down for Sunday lunch

when Fay Harding appears.

Gary and his son disagree about whether or not to let
her in, briefly Adam prevails. What's she doing here?

You go through that door, you're no longer a son of
mine. Let me tell her it's all over, right? All right.

God!

But when Adam decides she's gotta go, Fay loses
it and throws a pan of boiling water in his face.

This was taken on his admission to
the Chelsea And Westminster Burns Unit.

When Adam's father intervened,
Fay grabs a kitchen knife.

Stabs him in the chest and he goes down and she
stabs him again and again and again. How many times?

Seven times in total.

His neck was so lacerated that
his head almost came off his body.

That would wipe the smile
off his face. Grace! Oh, sorry.

What about the mother, Lindsay Duke?

No, she's the step-mother.
They'd been married...

Three years. Three years.

The pattern of bloody footprints in the hallway
suggests that Fay went looking for her in quite a hurry.

Lindsay made a temporary escape,

but she couldn't scale
the eight-foot electrified fence.

That's Duke Security for you.

There was only light trauma
from the knife on Lindsay's chest

and bruising around her throat.

SOCOs did find Fay's fingerprints on Lindsay's neck,
but the actual cause of death was a massive heart attack.

So not quite so easy
to kill the woman.

Detective Superintendent Boyd.

Boyd and...? Dr Foley.

That's A Block
where we keep the nevers.

Never get better or never get out?

With some patients the risk of relapse
outweighs all proof of recovery,

but with medication they can lead something
approaching a fruitful life. Is Fay Harding a never?

She was.

Now I'm not sure. Did I mention
she's appealing to be released?

Appealing as in you're against it?

Her father's talked her into it. She's really
quite happy here. I'm not surprised, it's very nice.

What did you tell her about us?

That you're investigating someone claiming to be
delusional and you wanted to meet the real deal.

Look at this beautiful garden.

Hello, Fay.

Hello, Fay. Hi.

Fay, we're not here to talk about
the deaths of Lindsay and Gary Duke,

we're more interested in the events
that led up to that day.

Events are real.
I'm the last person you should ask.

But am I right in saying that you believed
you were having a relationship with Adam Duke?

And that there was a stranger,
a guardian angel?

Shepherd. He wasn't real either.

Do you believe that? My mind does.

But you still have the memories,
is that it?

Would you share those memories
with us?

Why? They didn't happen.

David?

This was my idea, Fay.

If you don't want to...

I always had a problem

with reality.

I saw a psychiatrist a few times
at school, but Dad put a stop to it.

He said they were all atheists
in the pay of the devil.

Is your father religious?

You could say that.
He's the sacristan at church.

The fact is,

if you really need something,

not just want it,

nothing can get in the way.

Not even reality.

Is that how you felt
about Adam Duke?

I can't remember
what he looks like now,

but I remember how I felt

seeing him for the first time.

It was like...

..I'd been punched.

He kept coming over,

even though his girlfriend, fiancee,
was sat right there with his mates.

I went downstairs to change a barrel.

Even before I saw him,
I knew Adam was there.

He kissed me and...

that's where the split comes between what
happened and what was just in my head.

Can we stick to what you believe
happened?

He was gentle.

He knew it was my first time.

You remember having sex?

And the next day.

And the day after that.

We were lovers.

We did it everywhere.

All over his house,

in every room,

in his parents' bed.

Except we didn't.

If we had been in a relationship, her
behaviour would have almost been normal.

One day she came around
with a bottle of wine.

I opened the door and she breezed right past me
saying, "Oh, I thought we'd just stay in this evening."

What did you do?

I let her stay for half an hour.

Did she make a pass at you?
Probably. She usually did.

Was I tempted? Yes.

Did I succumb? No.

Never? Never.

How did you get rid of her?

I just escorted her
down to the lane.

Sounds painless.

I never saw any violence in her
till that day.

Had your parents met Fay
before... that day?

No, they spent weekdays
at Dad's place in Holland Park.

And why were you at home so much,
if you don't mind me asking?

I was due to start medical school
that autumn. Did you?

And Duke Security?

I didn't want to run
his life's work into the ground,

which is what I would've done.

And now?

Now I can't be around anyone
for long, except Bryony.

Don't get her wrong,

Bryony's a saint.

And what about Fay?

I try not to hate her.

That's very generous. Why?

Long before Dad could afford ad agencies,
he came up with Duke Security's tagline...

"You're only as strong as your
weakest link". He was dead right.

You're talking about yourself?

I was educated, sane,

not to mention engaged...

And I let her in.

After the party...I felt disgusting.

Dad was upset because he could smell
the drink on me, so I went to confession.

The light wasn't on
in the confessional,

but I could see someone in there.

I knew straight away
it wasn't Father Peters.

He said he knew my name and why
I'd come to confess. And did he?

He said it was nothing
to be ashamed of,

that Adam loved me
and God wanted us to have a child.

I said how could that be true?

How could he know all these things?

He said...

if I didn't have the grace
to accept God's gifts,

then I deserved to die miserable

and alone, without knowing love.

Do you have any idea
who this person was?

No, he wasn't real.

But there was somebody there.

Go on.

If it wasn't for the crucifix.

He passed me a crucifix
through the grill.

And where is it, this crucifix?

It's in her possession box.

Fay!

Dad?

Who are these people?

They're police officers, Mr Harding.

Oh. I'll be raising this
at the appeal.

This is the crucifix that Fay Harding
said that she was given by the Shepherd.

Now, the world standard
for silver purity is sterling.

Anything less than 92.5% purity
doesn't make the grade.

And this is? Well, I did my own DIY
test with nitric acid as you can see.

Now, depending on the purity,
it'll go from orange to pink to red.

Wow! So this is tops. Yep.

Valuable? It's about as valuable as
silver gets. Quite a gift. Mm-hm.

There's a hell of a hallmark too.
I know, fancy.

OK, yeah, fancy. How did you get on
with your fire-investigator man?

Boyd, he's emailing me over
Natasha Bloom's arrest sheet,

and believe you me, that was under duress. I thought
you had power over these people. Yeah, so did I.

All these little men that
you like to dominate. God, I wish.

How the hell did Fay Harding get off? She didn't.
She got detained under the Mental Health Act.

Even though she had the presence of mind to kill a
fleeing witness? Only the Home Secretary can release her.

Let's hope he never does.

That's our in.

Do you have a copy of the scene inventory?
My involvement is only with the fire.

I need to see the back of this
crucifix. That's personal effects.

Yeah. I don't have a scene inventory! But you
have access to it? Not without good reason.

Isn't working on the case
good enough? Nick, I gave you a B.

Why don't you go in the front door?
Inspector Brooks is ready for trial.

And you want me to repay him by
going behind his back? Repay him?

He gave me a break,
requested me for this case.

How did he know who you were?
Him and my dad play golf together.

He chose you
so he could manipulate you.

You've got a lot to learn
about the art of persuasion.

Yeah, sorry. That was out of order.

No, it wasn't.

Boyd, obviously I can't take this off
site, but this is Natasha Bloom's crucifix,

and it's got exactly the same hallmark
on the back as Fay Harding's. OK.

And I've traced it. Look.

Usually it's the maker's mark on the
back, but very occasionally it's a place.

Cuazo Duarte is a small town
50 miles outside Naples.

In 1954, it was wiped out by an
earthquake, silversmiths and all.

So these haven't been made
for 50 years?

Now I'm checking all of London's antique jewellery
outlets going back to 2000. Makes them extremely rare.

As rocking-horse shit. Thanks, Frankie.
This gets us a meeting with Natasha Bloom.

I think I'm right in saying that after Manchester,
Liverpool is the biggest city in the north.

Daddy was part
of a big old family there.

His grandfather started some sort of business,
shipping I think, but I don't know exactly where.

Natasha, is this your crucifix?

Yes.

Would you like it back?

Why? What've you done to it?

Nothing.

OK then. Yes, please.

It's very beautiful.

Where did you get it from?
It came in the post.

I won it. Do you still have
the package it came in?

No. I'm always winning things,
much to Daddy's extreme irritation.

"Tash", he says, "do you think these people would
run these if they weren't coining it?" And I say...

Well, somebody's got to win.

Exactly! You're not a competition
hound as well, are you?

No, but my mother was.

Ah, now you see, my mother is a
classic closet competition fiend.

What's that?

Kevlar.

Aircraft manufacture? What the hell
is that doing in her bedroom?

Inspector Brooks didn't follow it
up. Why doesn't that surprise me?

Frankie! Yep? After Natasha lost
her job as a primary school teacher,

she moved into the top floor
of her parents' house. Yeah.

There were no phone points in here.

So? So, how was the Shepherd
calling her?

We're not saying he is God, are we?

Natasha, where do you think you are
right now?

Police station.

And why are you here, do you think?

To help you find my family...

..my real family.

Real as opposed to...?

You're so crude.

I was going to give you
the benefit of the doubt.

I promised I wouldn't, but then that's me.
Always seeing the best in people. Promised who?

Natasha, Dr Carney was telling us
about your friend -

your friend on the telephone.

My friend on the telephone. Who
do you think I am, a pissing baby?

Sorry, you were telling me about
your mother liking competitions.

What were her favourites? It was
the cereal boxes got me going.

Six Alpen coupons got me a figurine of Black
Beauty, but they sent the Cutty Sark by mistake!

So Mummy wrote to complain, and then they sent back two to compensate
- Black Beauties not Cutty Sarks.

So I gave one to Claudia for her
tenth birthday and I think she kept it.

What about David Carney? Hand it
over to him? Natasha trusts him.

He's the only person
she's spoken to about the Shepherd.

But he told us Natasha was getting phone
calls from the Shepherd. Did SHE mention that?

We got a little bit hooked
on the Cutty Sark.

She didn't have a phone - mobile or
landline. She didn't get out much.

Even more of a reason to get
Carney in. He can clarify that.

You think?

Sorry we had to meet here.

It's fine. It was short notice.

I'm going to my brother's PhD
ceremony. Bit of a three-line whip.

Oh, right. Older or younger? Older.

Younger at heart, he'd say.

I checked back through my notes,

Natasha Bloom never referred
to phone calls, only calls.

You've found something linking
Fay Harding and Natasha Bloom.

Yes.

But you can't tell me.

Your boss wants help
unlocking Natasha.

Actually, it was my idea
to come to you.

Do you know what shadow aspect is?

No. We keep a part of our brain
locked up in a dark corner,

because its urges and ideas
are completely unacceptable.

If we're wronged,

that's the part
that cries out for vengeance.

We all have those feelings, but we just
don't act on those darker instincts.

Exactly.

But Natasha Bloom couldn't do that.

Her self-image as loving big sister was so
entrenched, it was actually easier for her

to believe that Claudia was a drug dealer
than admit she had feelings of envy.

So by suppressing these feelings she ended up
killing her? If you want the real Natasha Bloom,

these are the feelings
that you have to engage.

Back door. Opened onto the garden.

There was only smoke damage
in the kitchen.

There's soot deposit on the outside
of the door, but not the inside.

The back door was open when the fire brigade
arrived. Probably jammed on the door stop.

Suggesting someone opened
it with force? Mm-hm.

I'll give you "mm-hm". There's blue plaster
over the lock where it smashed against the wall.

Natasha Bloom's one act of mercy?

She carried her nephew out to the lawn.
But why open the door with such force?

She was fleeing a burning building.
No, I'm not buying that.

You see, sorry, it speaks to me
of somebody smashing their way in,

not rushing out.

There you go.

Shoeprint. I should've seen this.
Well, now you have.

Part of the trouble is society's tendency to
believe all mentally ill people have good hearts.

They don't. Most of them are shits just like the
rest of us. Have you always been this cynical?

That conjures up surly sixth-formers
with anarchy badges. That sounds right.

This is the thanks I get? You're
a little too old in your shoes.

It has been said before.

Dr Carney, I'll cut to the chase.
Will I interview Natasha Bloom?

David!

Hey, Davey, how you doing?

Matt. All right, how are you?
Good to see you. And who is this?

I was going to ask you the same
question. Ah yes, this is... Rachel.

And, sorry, you are? DS Silver. Mel.

Mel. What's your PhD in? Magnetic
Resonance Imaging of the brain.

David thinks it's more sci-fi
than psychology. Not true.

Mel, I've gotta don the old cape,
but after that, we're gonna party.

That's a really sweet offer, but... Sorry, no buts.
Listen, David's been out of action for way too long

and I don't want him eyeing up, er...
Rachel. Rachel. Mel, we're holding you up.

Well, no-one ever said on their death bed, "I
wish I'd spent more time at work." Er, I dunno.

I think Dad might have said something pretty
similar. It's a pleasure, Mel. See you later. OK.

Do you know what
you're letting yourself in for?

Not really, no.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Mm-hm?

Grace, can I have a word? Yeah. I've just been
re-reading Natasha's statement ready for round two.

Ah, round two... We've gotta interview
her again. We got nowhere this morning.

But next time, we could... Frankie
said that the fire investigator

had no idea why Natasha
started the fire from this spot.

But I've had an idea. Amongst other convictions,
Natasha believes that everything on the left is evil,

like her hand, the rooms in the house on the
left-hand side, the left-hand wall of the house...

Which was where she poured the petrol.
And that's where the fire started.

She planned this in every detail.
You were saying about the, um...

Oh, I'm so sorry, what did you want?
DOOR CLOSES

This is the tread of
the Galaxy seven trainer.

Not fire department issue. No.

There's the footprint in the door.

Let's see, zooming in,
different angle.

Could the kick mark
pre-date the night of the fire?

Well, it's possible.

There you go.

Yeah, but who'd kick their way
into a burning building? A hero.

A hero who's never come forward
since?

Maybe because he couldn't explain
how he got there so fast.

Where the hell's Rebecca?
You upset her, Matt. She's gone.

I think it was "Rachel". Whatever.

Matt Carney, PhD.

Dr Carney, no less.

Course I'll never be a real doctor,
not like you and Dad, eh?

Shame he couldn't be here tonight...
Dad.

Well, he'd have been very proud.

Wouldn't he?

Or would he have ruined it all with
some innocently poisonous remark?

Look. Hang on. I nearly forgot.

Your copy of my thesis.

Couldn't have done it without you.

It's a pleasure to help.
"Pleasure to help".

He's priceless, isn't he, Mel?
Come here!

Spence?

You remember that Ezekiel quote David Carney read
the other day? Let me read you a little bit more.

"And I will set up one Shepherd over them,
and he shall feed them, even my servant David.

"He shall feed them
and he shall be their Shepherd."

Someone had to have chosen
that passage.

Are we being made mugs of here?

By David Carney? Mmm.

Perhaps it'd be a good idea to do a five-year
trawl of crimes of violence, female schizophrenics?

See if Carney's name turns up
anywhere else? It can't hurt.

You mean this trawl?

Knock yourself out.
Oh, Spence, I love you!

You must have had a great night (!)

Two dysfunctional brothers
and a mute escort girl.

You know what? He looks up to you.

It's a bit more complicated
than that. Oh, right. OK.

Sorry, did I sound
really patronising?

A little bit, yeah.

Well, I'm sorry. Stop saying sorry.

And I apologise
for my brother's behaviour.

I had a really good night.

You should get out more.

You need to go. Yeah.

Good night. Good night.

Sorry, I've changed my mind.

Come on. Where are we going?

Claudia's dead, Natasha.
She died in the fire -

the fire you started.

Sorry. I don't talk to idiots.

The fire you started
because you hate your sister.

Your parents made too much fuss
when she came to stay.

Why was she coming to stay when she had her own
place down the road with a husband and a baby?

You were jealous. That's why you killed them. I told you
- it wasn't that!

They were dealing drugs.
There's no evidence.

I thought I was crazy, but he told me I was
right. All the signs I'd picked up, he'd picked up.

What signs? Dad suddenly
writing cheques with his left hand,

then the kitchen cupboards
are suddenly on the left-hand side.

They wanted me to know
they knew I knew.

They wanted me to kill myself
to save them the trouble.

And he picked up on the signs too?
Yes! How did he tell you that, Natasha?

He spoke to me. Like I'm speaking to
you now? No. I don't understand...

He called me. He wasn't in my head.

He told me they were going to kill me
in my sleep if I didn't stop them first.

They were going to throw me out the
window and say I'd been sleepwalking.

What's going on?

He didn't tell you?

No, I think he may have tried to,

but he could've tried a bit harder.

You loved your sister, Natasha,
and your parents?

Yes.

And he manipulated you into killing
them? No, he was my friend, my Shepherd.

If he's your Shepherd, where is he now? He's
punishing me. He's angry with me. Why? Because...

..he told me to save Josh.
But you did save Joshua.

No, I couldn't.

It was too hot.

Somebody carried Joshua out
of that building and it wasn't you?

Who was it, then?

I couldn't see his face.

You couldn't see his face?

He was there... in the flames.

Dr Foley, DS Silver.

Well done. No, I know, "I was going to tell
you", doesn't cut it, but I was gonna tell you...

I'm sorry, Grace. It wasn't
my intention to shut you out.

It's just that he knows the
patient and I needed that insight!

I've profiled the Shepherd -

a narcissistic, Machiavellian in a position of
responsibility with a knowledge of abnormal psychiatry.

He will have developed traits to mask the relish
he takes in his own authority and expertise.

Stop me if any of this rings
a bell. David Carney came to us!

Machiavellian!
I didn't go looking for him!

If the voice Natasha described
wasn't in her head,

then the owner of that voice has detailed knowledge
of her specific condition. I agree with that.

The family as drug dealers, the left-hand
thing. And the jealousy of her sister. I agree.

The list of people
who know these things is very short,

and you have just let the person at the
top of that list into our investigation!

What about a Shepherd rescuing the child?!
That doesn't quite fit, does it? No, it doesn't.

Explain it! It's an anomaly.

You can't crucify David Carney cos he fits a flawed
profile! I didn't tailor the foot to fit the shoe.

If I can conduct this investigation without calling
on Carney I will, but if I need him, I'll call. Good.

Will you keep me informed if you do?
I will!

Apart from its use in the aerospace industry, Kevlar
is also found in the production of high-end sound gear,

which would explain
this little puppy.

Now, this... is an exciter,

and it stimulates the Kevlar
to produce sound.

Like a violin string.

Just like a violin string.

You just made a mucky bit of plastic seem
very erotic. Oh, thanks, Boyd. That's OK.

What goes here? An aluminium high-band
receiver. Now you've spoilt it. Sorry.

An educated guess would say that what
went here was a boundary microphone.

That's how he had his little chats
with Natasha.

Did she know this was in her room?

Mm, yes and no.

I recovered this.
It's an eye, isn't it?

It was from a distributed-mode
picture speaker.

Another competition win?
And the Kevlar is inside.

She liked horses, so it was a good choice.
You wouldn't know there was a speaker.

That's what people pay for. How
many people are we talking about?

8.000 in the UK alone, and
3.000 went for our Chestnut Mare.

I dread to think
what the other 5.000 got.

Well, the important thing is

that the high-band-width receiver means that the
Shepherd would have been close by when he spoke to her.

So we're looking for a vantage point
within what? 200 metres?

200 metres where you can see that...

..but not be seen.

Just up here.

Look there. Ah-ha!

Perfect.

Right.

Eugh, God - French.

Gauloise.

Lens cap.
What from?

Binoculars?

How you doing?

What you up to?

You can retake Chaucer and bloody Shakespeare,
but it's game-over if you fail Beowulf.

It's faculty eugenics.

Their way of creating a master race of speccy
virgins. Still, I'll be all right. It's YOU they want.

I'm not kidding,
they want you stone cold dead.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello. Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.
Hang on a sec.

Don't give the shits the
satisfaction, that's my motivation.

Sorry... Yeah, I'd love to....See
you later.....Of course I would...

Mel, I think I've got something. You've always
had a little something, Grace. Oh, thanks, Mel.

Look at this.

What an earth's she got on her feet?

You ain't seen nothing yet.
This is Judy Walsh.

Two years ago, she walked into an
electricity showroom, brandishing a gun.

She threatens the staff
and a few terrified customers

before turning the gun on herself.

I don't think
we want to see that bit.

Her belief that deadly electrical currents
were being pumped up through the earth

became too much for her husband. He took her to see
the GP who referred her to a behavioural psychiatrist.

David Carney?

David Carney.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Right uniforms, right van,
right hats.

Of course there's nothing wrong with the light,
but the council can't say no to them. Who are they?

Police officers.

They're installing
a night-vision camera.

Police? I don't know what they think
you did, but they're on to you.

I didn't do anything.

I know that and you know that.

Please help me.

Please... help me...

Shepherd.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

The sling that slew Goliath was made to protect
sheep, but David had to defend himself or die,

and so do you.

If that's true,
why hasn't God told me?

He IS telling you.

I would like to end this meagre
introduction to shadow aspect

with an account of a dream experienced
by an undergraduate called Carl Jung.

"It was night

"in some unknown place,

"and I was making slow and painful
headway against a strong wind,

"dense fog

"all around.

"I had my hands cupped
around a tiny light

"which threatened to go out
at any moment.

"Suddenly I had the feeling that
something was coming up behind me.

"I looked back
and saw a gigantic black figure

"following me.

"At that precise moment, I was
conscious, in spite of my terror

"that I must
keep this little light going,

"through night and wind,
regardless of all dangers.

"When I awoke, I realised at once
that the figure was my own shadow,

"brought into being
by the little light

"that I was carrying.
I knew also that this little light

"was my consciousness.

"Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison
to the powers of darkness, it is still a light...

"...my only... light."

How did you lose your licence?

Red lights.

That's three points, isn't it?

Not if you do it four times.

After you linked Natasha Bloom's and
Fay Harding's story of the Shepherd,

did it not occur to you there might be a connection
with Judy Walsh's death? No. Never? Never.

Why? Judy Walsh hurt only herself
and never mentioned a Shepherd.

Then why request she be placed
in high-support accommodation?

She was at risk from
an unsympathetic, violent husband.

But from the outside, it does seem
like an extraordinary coincidence.

They're women, of similar age, all suffering
severe delusions, all violent and all your patients.

I'm a psychiatrist.

All my patients are ill.

Get out of my way, please!

What were the outward signs
of Judy's illness?

Judy was obsessed with electricity.

She thought the government had created
a new current that gave you Alzheimer's.

Must have been very difficult
to deal with.

When we were first married, we were
very happy running the farm together.

It was hard work,

but by the end...

First it was the phone, then the car, then
she wouldn't even use the milking machines.

Because they involved electricity?

She started taping blocks to the bottom of
her boots to stop the electricity coming up.

It was embarrassing.

I was ashamed of her,
can you believe it?

I started drinking to help myself
cope, but it had the opposite effect.

I started using my fists.

Is that when you went to see your GP
who referred you to Dr Carney?

Mm.

He suggested the support clinic.

"Give me a pen. Where do I sign?"

Can you think of anybody who might want
to damage your professional reputation?

Your supposition ignores two facts.
You haven't answered the question. No.

One, there is nothing to associate Judy
Walsh with any of this. I'm just curious.

Two, I was not Fay Harding's psychiatrist until
after her crimes. You'd never met her before?

No. We met on the day the Dukes were
murdered. And you'd never met them?

I did meet the son later.

That's Adam Duke. Mm.

As part of the victim
reconciliation programme.

Normally it's just one visit,
but he turned up several times.

I thought it a bit obsessive,
so I put a stop to it.

OK.

Thanks for your help
with Natasha Bloom, by the way.

Pleasure.

You told the police
Judy was often at the library.

Yes, she was trying to trace
her family tree.

Did she mention meeting anyone?

She said there was some bloke
she used to talk to.

Did she tell you anything about him?

No. She said he felt the same, that electricity was a
bad thing, and he was helping her find her ancestors.

Nothing else?

I thought...

I thought he was in her mind.

You know... some sort
of imaginary friend. Sorry.

Donald, what is that?

I found it under Judy's pillow.

She was never religious.

Maybe she's found God, eh?

Six visits,
that's a lot of reconciliation.

Adam didn't mention one visit.

Check his original statements and
forensics. Adam Duke's a suspect?

For killing his parents or being the Shepherd?
No. Fay Harding threw boiling water in his face.

He got off lightly. If he killed his
parents, why would Fay serve his time?

"The first time I saw him, I felt like I'd been
punched." True love waits? I don't buy that.

So cynical so young.

Frankie, the DNA from the cup, compare
it to the cigarette butts, yeah?

OK.

Oi! What you doing?
I need some peace!

Shouldn't we arrest David Carney?

Judy Walsh
would have recognised him.

She was mad. And because she was
his patient, he knew her history...

David Carney is a respected
psychiatrist with a hospital to run.

So he hung out in a library in disguise to
make a former patient kill herself? He could've.

We're not arresting David Carney. How many
ex-patients going postal is it going to take?

He's a psychiatrist, and these people,
as you so delicately put it, were mad.

There are precedents of high achievers pathologically
undoing the work of their day. There you go.

Jung's shadow aspect is a projection of the things
we like least about ourselves onto other people.

That could be a primal instinct
to destroy, to kill, to murder.

And what better place to do it
than a mental hospital?

So, the tension between you and
your shadow balances itself out?

If David Carney is the Shepherd,
that's how he sleeps at night.

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