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I want a solicitor.

Jane Howard and Debbie Lewis--

did you know them, Matt?

I know I'm entitled to them.

I've studied law.

Robert Wise-- he was a psychiatric nurse.

We know you knew him.

1989, Harmon House suffered a serious fire.

You were a resident there at the time.

But you weren't injured.

Lucky.

D.I. Dave Creegan.

Do you recognize him, Matt?

You'll be forgiven for saying no, but I'm sure you do.

It's Josh Leyton.

He's just had his 10th operation.

They've had 10 goes at making him look halfway human.

You did this.

Do you know what fire does to the human body, Matt?

After a few seconds, the skin starts to blister.

Then fluid rushes from the tissues

to try and cool it down.

The body dehydrates.

It goes into shock.

There's heart failure.

I haven't even got to the pain yet.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe you had no intention of hurting Josh Leyton.

Maybe you wanted to kill Robert Wise.

I didn't kill him.

We know what was going on--

what he was doing.

Were you one of his victims?

Is that why you burned the place down?

Were you trying to kill Robert Wise?

I-- no, I didn't kill him.

Even after what he did to me, I couldn't kill him.

Who else did he abuse?

I don't know.

I never talked about it.

He gave me sleeping tablets.

But they didn't make me sleep.

Rohypnol-- It's called Rohypnol.

What does it do for you?

Fire?

How does it help?

When it's there, I'm alive, adrift, a wish, a dream.

When they die, when the fires die, the world seems darker.

It might as well be dead.

Fight, fight the dying of the light.

You know what I'm thinking, don't you?

He was raped by Robert Wise.

He admits burning the place down because of it.

If anyone fell victim of Wise, it was Matt.

Y Me?

Well, he's a victim.

He's the wrong kind of victim.

What about Josh Leyton's statement?

Josh Leyton wasn't covered in petrol and set alight.

Anyways, you saw how Matt reacted in there.

He couldn't watch somebody burn to death.

At least we know why the killer uses Rohypnol.

He learned about it from Wise.

What happened to you last night?

I was asleep.

I thought you had insomnia.

All life, death does end, and each day dies in sleep.

Jane Howard's bound to have known this place.

I actually lived around here for 30 years.

All the other scenes were linked

to the victim's transgression, their failure

in the killer's eye.

Yeah, I know what transgression means, Creegan.

Was Sam an only child?

Yeah, according to our medical file.

Yeah, Creegan.

Jane Howard, can you find out if she's been married before?

Where's the body?

Hospital.

I mean, she's still alive.

I thought you knew.

Her name was Clare Logan.

She was the head teacher.

Shit!

Creegan!

30 seconds.

If we'd got to her for 30 bloody seconds,

we'd have a name, something!

No dirt on Clare Logan.

No industrial tribunals, no professional misconduct,

nothing.

And Jane Howard was married before to Nicholas

Goff in 1965.

He died in 1977.

No children.

Now why would she have kept that from her son?

What else has she kept from him?

You wouldn't forget something like that.

I'm positive.

Well, maybe it wasn't a very happy marriage.

It was something she preferred to forget.

And she didn't mention any children?

- Stepchildren? - Of course not.

Are these her things?

Do you mind?

Go ahead.

Is this yours?

No, don't think so.

OK, drawing on the top, that was taken from a book

on child fire setters.

The drawing on the bottom, that was taken from Jane

Howard's house last night.

Sam told me he'd never seen that drawing before.

I believe him.

Jane was first married in 1965 to a Nicholas Goff.

They had no children.

That's Keith Martin and Susan Eichells.

They were fostered by the Goffs for 18 months.

Then Jane and Nicholas split up.

And after they split, those two kids went back into care.

1970, Jane met an Archie Howard.

They married.

Two years later, they had a baby boy.

Sam.

I know I've been a pain about profiles,

but this isn't a simple case of arson.

Arsonists very rarely fantasize about murder.

They're more interested in the fire itself and the chaos

caused by the fire.

But children who set fires, they do fantasize about killing.

And it's usually someone in their family.

Usually someone who they consider to be withholding

love--

a mother, a stepfather, a baby brother

who's usurped their position.

You're not saying the killer's a child.

No, someone who thinks like a child.

Y Me is remarkably childlike.

And we know the killer sees himself

a victim of Robert Wise.

And we've been trying to work out

what terrible crimes these other victims

have committed, like Jane Howard and Clare Logan.

But we're applying adult logic.

Maybe the killer doesn't have an adult sense of proportion.

So maybe the punishment doesn't fit the crime.

When were these children fostered by Jane Howard?

'67 and '68.

Have we had their names checked

out against Harmon House?

Simmons is doing it.

We've got to talk to Keith Martin, see if he's got

a connection with Clare Logan and Debbie Lewis.

These photos were taken 30 years ago.

Keith Martin would be middle-aged by now.

Or he has kids of his own.

If he did feel wronged by Jane Howard when he was seven,

why wait 30 years to take revenge?

Maybe the time gap's significant.

Maybe that's the whole point.

Killer's going back over his life, settling old scores.

OK.

And why do it now?

Creegan.

You have five seconds.

Three, two--

It's me!

Hannah.

I wanted to check if you're coming to the memorial

tomorrow.

Uh, I was.

You don't want me to come?

No, no.

I think you should be there.

I'll be there then.

I'd better go.

I've still got so many calls to make.

Martin knew lots of people.

It's been a strange experience getting them together.

Everyone I knew seems to be coming-- parents,

school friends, colleagues.

He's dead, but it's like his whole life

is flashing before my eyes.

Anyway--

Hannah--

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

I feel like I'm trying to sum up a whole life

in a couple of hours.

When they die, when the fires die,

the world seems darker.

I might as well be dead.

Why wait 30 years to take revenge?

Why do it now?

You worry about their pain.

Life is full of pain.

There's few things as destructive as fire.

I don't think I can resist to jump into the fire.

Am I going to die?

Am I going to die?

Why me?

It's set up video conference room.

Did it take much persuading?

You're joking.

Audience is what he craves.

It's delightful to see you again, Inspector Taylor.

OK, ask him again why he used fire.

Why fire, Dutronc?

Have you heard of the Cult of Mithras?

They worship fire, the pure manifestation

of the laws of destiny.

It's the ultimate contradiction, the ultimate mystery.

Full love opposing associations, recognition,

death, procreation.

The Christian term dating to hell fire.

But why did you need to use fire to kill them?

Did you know that some pine cones need

the heat of a forest fire to crack them

apart and release their seeds?

The seed's interior has been tested, cracked open.

Only then can the purified soul soar free.

The cycle of death and rebirth is the unequaled force.

Can you ask him about death?

Ask him about fire and death.

Does fire have any special significance if you're dying?

Fire gives power.

It may feed the dying soul.

Fire makes me feel a sort of shaman--

a link between men and gods.

Fire gives power.

It may feed the dying soul.

Fire gives power.

It may feed the dying soul.

What's this about, Creegan?

Fire gives power.

The killer sees himself as a victim.

And like a child, he feels powerless.

Fire, it's his friend.

It's a magical element which turns

him from victim to victor.

OK.

He's reviewing his life, Susan.

But now there's a reason he's doing it.

And that reason is the trigger.

He's always felt powerless, but now there's real justification

for that feeling.

Why me?

Why me and not them?

Why do I have to die?

The killer's dying.

Keith, I just need to know where you were on Feb 22nd,

March 4th, 11th and 15th.

I was here.

I'm here all day, every day.

Sunday mornings I go to the market

with the wholesalers for my kid.

We take two weeks off in the summer.

And that's it.

You're welcome to ask my staff, if you'd like.

You can even ask my customers.

Though I'd rather you didn't.

Have you heard of a place called Harmon House?

No.

Recognize any of these?

It's Debbie Lewis, Robert Wise, Clare Logan, Jane Howard.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

What did you say the last woman's name was?

That's Jane Howard.

She was married before.

Her name then was Mrs. Goff.

Mrs. Goff.

Yeah.

Yeah, I knew her when I was a kid.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

You were fostered with this little girl.

Where did you get these?

Jane's house.

I haven't even got pictures of me at this age.

This is like looking at a picture of my son, Jordan.

Any idea where she is now?

The girl?

No.

Susan.

She was a sad kid.

She used to cry herself to sleep every night.

She cried for her mother.

Well, her mother was dead.

I don't know.

She wouldn't let Jane out of her sight though.

Then she'd flare up, go hysterical.

How do you mean?

Well, if Jane went out and left us, even

for a few minutes, she'd sit and watch

the clock until she came back.

But I mean literally sit and stare at the clock on the wall.

The day Jane left, she must have been there for hours.

She wouldn't budge.

Anyway, look.

I don't understand.

All this was 30 years ago.

I haven't seen Jane since.

We're just trying to piece Jane's life together.

Well, she didn't deserve to die like that.

No one does.

Who's dead, Daddy?

No one you know, Jordy.

This is my son, Jordan.

Taylor to Creegan.

Yep.

I've just spoken to Matt.

He's Father the Y Me signature on Clare Logan--

carved on the body before it was set alight.

And she was given a massive dose of Rohypnol, same as Debbie.

How are you getting on with Keith Martin?

He's clean.

There was no marriage certificate for Susan Eichells,

but when I got a birth certificate, look.

Her mother's name was Marianne Winters.

Now one of the two ex-residents of Harmon house

was a Susan Winters.

They've got the same date of birth, the same NHS number.

They must be the same person.

Medical records-- did you get her medical records?

Yeah, but they stop in 1996.

OK, I want a trace on Susan Winters.

Check to see if Clare Logan employed anyone in that name.

Go talk to Lynn Southy, check out her statement.

Maybe Debbie talked to her about someone called Susan.

Lynn, did Debbie ever mention a friend called

Susan Eichells or Winters?

No.

Hang on, Susan.

Yeah, I think she did.

A couple of weeks ago, she said something about meeting

an old friend called Susan--

someone she hadn't seen for years.

I don't know if it's the same person.

I never saw her.

Sorry I'm being so useless.

Pregnancy turns your brain to jelly.

You'd be better off talking to John.

Where is he?

Still in Germany.

Well, make sure he's back for the birth.

Oh, he'd be better be or there'll be hell to pay.

He changed.

No one could do the job you do and not be affected by it.

But the amazing thing about Mark was

that he never completely lost his faith

in people right to the end.

Mark-- he was a first rate detective.

However, from time to time he showed

severe lapses of judgment.

He told me he supported West Ham, for example.

Worse, he chose me as a friend.

When we started working together, we didn't get on.

It's no secret.

I'm not the easiest person to work with.

Most give up.

But Mark-- Mark persevered.

This Saturday, the 21st, Mark and I

had planned to be married.

We were in love.

We were full of hope.

We were so sure about us, about everything.

Maybe we were wrong.

But I would have liked the chance to find out.

Our love was a wonderful mystery.

His death, a terrible one.

Excuse me.

I wanted to thank you.

Well, I did my best.

It's not my strongest point.

You were talking about the speech, weren't you?

No.

I wasn't.

Hannah, you weren't wrong about you and Mark.

It would have been good.

I'm sure of it.

There was a Clare Winters

employed at the nursery in 1992 before Clare Logan took over.

Six months later, she'd gone.

I spoke to one of the teachers who remembered her.

She said Susan used to cling to the kids rather

than the other way around.

And Clare Logan didn't think it was healthy.

That's why she sacked her.

I've checked her employment record.

She doesn't seem to have worked since.

It's like she dropped off the map in 1996.

So we're definitely looking for a woman.

And Lynn Southy must have got it wrong.

Whoever went to Debbie's flat was someone she knew.

And if it was Susan Winters, Debbie knew her.

And if Debbie knew her, then Andy probably did too.

How was the memorial service?

It was fine.

He must have been a very popular guy.

He was.

Is that why everyone resents me so much?

Is that what you think?

Look, we know you had to take on a lot.

If the learning curve gets any steeper, I'll slide off.

No.

Couldn't have got this far without you.

Andy.

Oh, what do you want?

Did Debbie ever mention a woman called Susan Winters?

- No. - Susan Eichells?

No.

- What is all this? - It's a simple question.

Did Debbie have any friends called Susan

Winters or Susan Eichells?

Not while I knew her.

So Lynn, she was Debbie's only friend, yeah?

I wouldn't call Lynn a friend.

She only started babysitting after John moved out.

Lynn's husband moved out?

When?

Six months ago.

And they weren't married, no matter

what she would have told you.

But he is the father of her child?

I suppose so, yeah.

Is John's surname Southy?

Yeah.

Is that what she calls herself?

She's a liar.

I told you.

She lies so much, even she can't remember

what's true and what isn't.

Why didn't you say this before?

Excuse me?

I said nothing else.

Where does John work?

He's a security guard at Langley's, food warehouse.

OK, so she lies about John still being around.

That could be pride.

She knew Debbie.

But the others?

She's eight months pregnant, Susan.

You're saying a pregnant woman's incapable of murder?

No, I'm just saying, I think the killer is dying.

Let's Just find John Southy.

Manager hasn't seen him.

Presumed he ought to have mid shift.

I've got his home address.

This is D.I. Taylor requesting assistance.

I want two searches.

One is for 24--

Maybe you were right about the trigger.

But maybe it's not death.

It's birth.

The cycle of death and rebirth is the only constant force.

That's what Dutronc said.

She's been going back over her life in preparation.

She's been cleaning up, getting rid of these people

before the baby is born.

That's why she is running out of time.

We're at Lynn Southy's address.

We've found the Rohypnol.

Why me?

Why me?

What the bloody hell are you doing here?

I'm on duty.

I can't talk now.

What are you doing?

You can't just turn up.

I could lose my job.

I know you hate me.

Maybe we just didn't try hard enough?

I tried, Lynn.

Tried as much as any person could to make it work.

Whatever it is that's wrong, we're not going to solve it.

So what am I supposed to do?

Put the child into a home?

You wanted that child, Lynn.

Wanted it more than me.

Anyway, my mother brought me up on her own.

And I did all right.

Well, aren't you the lucky one?

All I wanted was for you be the baby's father.

Maybe it's for the best.

Maybe you're not capable of love.

You couldn't love me.

So why should you be able to love our child?

You've got a description.

Issue it.

I'm coming over now.

And her car-- it's a red Fiesta.

I want a trace on that too.

Do you have a spare tire?

Why?

Your left side rear is deflated.

You've got a slow puncture, my dear.

Here, I'll give you a hand.

Here.

OK, well, she's got a three hour head start.

She could be anywhere.

We've blocked all ports, airports.

She's not on the run.

She's got nowhere to run to.

What, she's on the offensive?

You sure you're well enough to drive?

No, don't worry.

I'm not due for weeks yet.

Really!

I'm not in labor.

Wouldn't it be a surprise if you were?

They way you were bumming down there?

I just wanted to get home.

These are Lynn Southy's medical notes.

All of them?

Yep.

She was registered with about four different doctors.

And each case as a temporary patient.

That's how she got the double prescriptions of Rohypnol.

And that was an assessment of Susan Eichells

after she left Jane house and went back into care.

Can we now assume that Susan Eichells,

Susan Winters and Lynn Southy are the same person?

Calling all cars.

We're looking for a woman in her 30s, eight months pregnant.

I don't suppose you've got any WD-40?

This is stiff as hell.

- Who put this wheel on for you? - My husband.

A big guy, is he?

Massive.

Should've used his car.

He's just bought a brand new BMW.

Oh, got you, you little bastard.

Listen to this.

Fire is from the devil.

There's a devil in every fire.

He learns you all the tricks.

He whispers to you to do bad things

and make the fire to kill people and to burn the baby.

Then God can make them alive again.

And I went into the fire, and I died.

And when I came out again, I was good too.

How old was she when that was written?

Eight.

A It's a psychological assessment.

She's been dreaming of this since she was eight.

Well, according to these notes,

Lynn Southy never told any of these doctors

that she was pregnant.

And she's not registered at any of the local hospitals.

Maybe she was lying about that too.

The last time she visited a doctor was in April.

She went back to get the results from a test.

Bloody hell.

This is a letter the doctor wrote on her behalf.

Well, what?

Lynn's got leukemia.

I haven't seen you here before.

I'm visiting.

Family?

Yeah.

Where do they live?

I might know them.

I'm not sure.

Lost touch?

A long time ago.

This your first?

That's right.

I love children.

Mine are all grown up now.

I still like coming here to watch them play.

I'd like to have been a teacher.

That's what I do.

I'm a nursery teacher.

Head teacher, in fact.

Lovely.

Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?

I'd like a little girl, but I'm sure it's a boy.

Do you want to feel it?

I--

There's no need to be frightened.

It won't bite.

It is death.

That's the trigger.

She's been obsessed with kids since she was a teenager.

She finally manages to get pregnant.

Weeks later, she's told she's dying.

She's got the child she always wanted,

but not the chance to bring it up.

She could've had treatment.

It would've endangered the baby.

So she refuses it.

She can't accept she's dying.

Well those who did her wrong are still alive.

Why me?

Why should I die and they live?

I'm so glad we met.

Me too.

So you're on your own now then?

That's right.

Finding you after all these years, it's amazing.

Finding me?

Did you know me?

I wasn't sure at first.

I didn't have a very clear picture.

I was only seven when you left.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do if I didn't find you.

I was so desperate for you to look after the baby.

There isn't anyone else.

What?

You will do this for me, won't you, Mum?

I'm not your mother.

Of course you're not.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Forget what I said.

I know.

Let me buy you a cup of tea.

Creegan.

Yes?

Yes.

I'm sorry, you did what?

They flagged her down on the A1.

Brilliant.

No, it's not brilliant. They let her go.

What?

The officer flagged her down for a dodgy tire.

Then he changed the tire for her.

Well, what was she on the A1 for?

Susan Eichell's birth certificate.

Have you got it?

Where was she born?

Ashport Lincolnshire.

And the A1 goes to--

Lincolnshire.

The doses of Rohypnol are never

large enough to knock them out.

She wants them conscious.

She puts them on trial.

She wants them to hear her passing judgment.

So for a while, she's in control of death.

It doesn't control her.

Dave.

What's going on?

You and Hannah?

Grief, I think grief is what's going on.

I thought I saw him the other night.

Rivers?

It wasn't him, of course.

It's happened a few times now.

Different times, places.

Thought I was going crazy.

Right, we want the small parks,

common isolated areas.

Start in the north of the city.

That's where the suspect was born.

That's where she'll probably go.

You were given a description of the suspect in the car.

Have you found anything?

Yeah, we've had a look around.

Dead easy!

It's dead easy.

It's yes or no.

Well, yeah, there was a red Fiesta that read reports.

Don't tell me. You gave it a respring.

You changed the oil.

Sorry, sir?

Where was it seen?

Uh, well, it was seen on this road here.

When was this?

Hm, lunch time?

Do you play a musical instrument?

No. Enjoy a game of bones?

Oh, you'll enjoy your retirement then!

They left in a white car.

Yes.

That's where we are.

The car's gone.

Well, she hasn't gone to the address

on the birth certificate.

It's underneath the DIY Super Store.

I checked.

Where was she actually born?

Home or hospital?

Um, Saint David's.

Is there a Saint David's Hospital near here?

Closed years ago.

Yes.

Has it been pulled down?

No.

OK, give me directions.

Come on, Mom.

All you had to say is I can take your child.

You didn't have to say you weren't my mother.

As if what you did in the first place wasn't cruel enough.

You've got to listen to me.

Mum!

OK, give me 10 minutes.

You've got five.

...to look after me.

Now you won't look after my child.

Lynn?

Stay away.

What happened?

Did she fall asleep?

She's not your mother, Lynn.

She's just somebody you met in the park.

Your mother's dead.

Died two years ago.

You're lying.

Now, you leave her, Lynn. She means nothing to you.

She's done nothing wrong.

I know what's happening to you, Lynn.

I know why you came looking for your mother.

She didn't want to know.

I shouldn't be surprised, not after what she did to me.

What was that?

I can't tell you.

It's got to be her.

She can't hear you.

Well, then she'll have to go without hearing.

Why can't you talk to me?

Because you can walk away.

No one listens if they can walk away.

I won't walk away.

I promise.

Now does that make it better?

Can you talk to me now?

I know you want to talk to me, Lynn.

I know you want to talk about what your mother did

and what you heard here.

OK, you don't believe I want to listen.

I do.

Where's the Rohypnol?

Come on!

Give it to me.

Come on, come on.

Give it to me.

You're in control now.

This is what you want, isn't it?

I can't walk away now.

How long have I got?

Five, 10 minutes.

Come on!

Tell me what happened.

Come on.

I'm listening.

She said she couldn't cope.

She was going to give me to someone else

while she got better.

She said she wasn't being a very good mother.

I didn't care if she was a good mother or not.

I still wanted to be with her.

I was in a home.

Other kids were found families.

Not me.

Not until Jane and Michael came.

They took me.

I loved her.

She said she loved me and I could call her Mummy.

Then she left.

That's when I first thought I want a baby.

I want to be some baby's mummy and I'll

never leave him, never.

Nothing ever happened.

I kept getting pregnant.

I kept losing them.

I had to keep watching them fall out of me

as if they were saying, I don't want you.

You're not good enough.

And that's why you were jealous of Debbie.

I hated her!

She had two kids.

They loved her.

What about John?

John couldn't love me.

Well, maybe no one could--

not the way you want to be loved.

All the love in the world couldn't fill you, could it?

You don't know what I've gone through.

I'm trying. Lynn, hey!

I am trying!

Did you help start the fire at Harmon House?

That was Matt.

I'd forgotten all about fire.

I'd stopped thinking about it.

When I saw Matt's face looking at what he had done,

it all came back.

I remembered how it felt.

I heard him scream, Josh.

Matt didn't hear it, but I did.

I want to help you.

I want to help you and the baby.

Just leave her.

To Come with me.

Look at me, Lynn.

I'm at your mercy now.

Does this make you feel good?

Does this make you feel powerful?

Aren't you frightened?

Yeah.

I'm frightened too.

Only for me, not for him.

Nothing will happen to him.

I won't let it.

He's going to love me.

She couldn't.

John couldn't.

But he will.

He's not going to suffer like I suffered.

He's not going to be hurt like I was hurt.

I won't let it happen.

All children suffer, Lynn.

It's part of life.

You should know.

You abandoned yours.

No one understands what I'm going through.

No one understands because you won't let anyone understand.

You enjoy being a victim.

You enjoy everyone around you being a bully.

You're the only one that feels pain.

Other people don't feel.

Other people are incapable of feeling like you.

I have such nightmares.

Still have them.

Devils and skeletons-- they're all trying to kill me.

And I have to think of ways of killing them first.

There's blood everywhere.

I thought I'd beaten them.

Then when I started getting sick, I knew I hadn't.

They waited a long time.

But they got me, didn't they?

You have an illness, Lynn.

No on gave you it.

I'm going to die.

And I'm so frightened.

We're all going to die.

We're all frightened.

Lynn?

Stop!

Why should I?

The baby, Lynn.

The baby could be in trouble.

Why should you care about my baby?

No one cares about it.

No one wants it!

Give me the matches.

No!

No.

OK.

I can't find the bleeding point.

Clips.

Clips.

Clamp.

Clamp.

I took her down for an emergency cesarean.

It's a girl.

How is she doing?

She's still 90/60.

Blood pressure still dropping.

She's arrested.

1 milligram of adrenaline, please,

and call the crash team.

Start CPR.

1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5.

1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5.

Social services are here.

Do you want me to deal with her?

Could you?

Thanks.

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