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You're not alone in this.

Alyssa with a Y.
She was killed in Croydon
about an hour ago.

On her phone, there's
a picture of a man,
we think her partner,

and a boy aged 10, 11,
called Daniel.

Their surname is Airley.

Husband's on a business trip
in Munich, and they're
tracing the son.

Okay.

What did the killer say to her?

How did he
force her to step out
in front of a truck?

Are you mad?
What are you doing?

Do you wanna watch
where you're going?

Hiya. Hiya, Rose.
It's Carol.

Excuse me.
Do you wanna
move your car please,

- or get your child out of it?
- Yeah, yeah.

Hang on a sec, love.
Where is it? Oh, I'm
all over the shop.

- It's strange being
stood here next to you.
- Put your hazards on, madam.

I know it sounds old fashioned
but I hope someone's
taking care of you, Rose.

You've made so many sacrifices.
That means a lot
to real people.

Ah, here it is.

The Ragdoll Killer, isn't it?

I read about the one
he sent to Andrea Wyld.

- Where'd you get this from?
- Found it on
my doorstep, didn't I?

Along with the little lad.

- It's Alyssa's son, Daniel.
- He's fine. He's fine...

Hey, Daniel, are you hurt?
Are you all right?
We're the police.

I know they're using
psychiatrists to silence you.

- That's why you didn't reply
to any of my letters.
- Listen to me, all right?

- I need to... Can you...
- I just want to tell you...

- give me your car keys?
- that you can
tell me anything.

Pull this, please. Hey.

- Okay, I'm telling you...
- Lift this up.

- You can trust me. Come on.
- This is ridiculous.

Tell me how it felt to take
the Cremation Killer's skull
between your hands

- and breaking it?
- Unlock the car!

You mean the world to me!

Rose!

Rose!

Hey.

- Carol...
- Rose!

Rose!

I won't judge you!
I love you!

Sir, Elijah Reed,
Mark Hooper's priest.

Reed's sister thought
he was on a retreat,

then she read about the Ragdoll.

She's just ID'd an old scar
on the Ragdoll's torso.

- So, it's Reed?
- Yes.

The left leg belongs
to Ashley Lochlan,
Hooper's GP.

We're also comparing DNA
on the right leg

with Vincent Lewis,
Hooper's lawyer.

His wife heard Andrea Wyld
on the radio.

Roberto Baggio...

the Divine Ponytail.

When Fiorentina
sold him to Juve,

the city of Florence
rioted for three days.

It's confirmed.
It's Alyssa's son, Daniel.

So, this was all planned?

Nick Hooper didn't
miraculously escape the killer.

The killer deliberately sent him
running back to us.

And he planted
the coke in Nick's flat

knowing that we'd use it
to detain the poor bastard.

He wanted
to kill Nick on our watch.

He blackmailed Alyssa
to do it for him.

Killing herself would've
been part of the deal
to save Daniel's life.

- Does Daniel remember anything?
- Daniel's not talking.

Did he see him? the killer?

The kid's basically catatonic.

Carol, your fan,

found Daniel in
a sports bag on her doorstep.

And why did the killer pick her?

Well, Carol's
the moderator of
a subreddit dedicated to your,

and I quote,
"unapologetic masculinity."

So, he's laughing at me.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

I'm not on a kill list
with two dead men.

- I'm not being
scraped off a recycling truck.
- If something goes wrong,

you can't just
rely on Bilbo Baggins.

I think you're underestimating
the therapeutic value

of Baggio's goal against
Locomotiv Moscow.

- I want you to have protection.
- Ugh.

Come on. They carry
your handbag,

keep an eye on you.

We're overstretched anyway.

You've done this job.

You know what I'm trying to say.

Can you cope?

You're the boss.

You tell me.

The killer sedates
his victims, we think.

We can't yet identify
the sedative in the Ragdoll.

It's rare, it's bespoke.

Surely, he'd use
the same thing on Daniel.

So, no evidence, no witnesses,
two more dead.

Rose, by deliberately
pissing off the WPU,

you played
right into the killer's hands.

We have no way of knowing
Alyssa intended to kill Nick.

She tried to give you a warning.

She said the killer thinks
the world is a lawless place.

That is so vague.
It didn't sound like she had
direct contact with him.

Delusions go unnoticed
if they're congruent
with reality.

The killer thinks
the justice system is broken.

Him and everyone else.

Right, and right now,
is delusion isn't
being triggered.

It's being validated.

Let's focus on the list.

He's gonna try and kill
the remaining four people
in order

in six days between now
and the anniversary
of Hooper's trial.

Well, next is Eric Turner.

He was the guard who
knocked you out at the trial.

Sadly, the blow
left Turner with back problems.

Said he wished
he let you finish the job.

Rose, you come with me.
We'll interview Daniel Airley.

No, I need you to secure Turner.

I'll chase the DOJ
for a safehouse.

Daniel's just lost his mother.

You don't think he'd feel
more comfortable talking
to a woman that looks like her?

We don't need
to make this
about that, do we?

Turner's our priority.

Rose and Edmunds,

speak to Danny the minute
he's out of observation.

Work out how and where
he was abducted.

Back here at 1:00.

The coverage from the camera
on Packwell Avenue

ends here.

The coverage from the camera
on Balfield Road

only starts up here.

Did Daniel's parents let him
walk to soccer practice
by himself?

Only from
this corner to the gates.

Daniel wanted to look grown up.

- How would the killer know that?
- The internet.

Daniel was getting
the shit kicked out
of him online.

- Why?
- I don't think kids
need a reason these days.

Pre-social media
was still pretty shitty.

I spent between
the ages of 13 and 16

literally hiding
in a Wawa parking lot.

- Where?
- Yeah, Wawa's
are like 7-Elevens.

I would sit there
drinking $1 coffee,

listening to Evanescence,
terrified of my peers.

So...

we've got
a 50-yard black spot...

opposite a road
with no cameras...

leading to a T-junction

where the CCTV was
knocked out 36 hours ago.

Wow, this guy's so good.

He can get to anyone,
anytime he likes.

I should've been alive to it,
the minute he flipped a cop.

First time he used blackmail,
it felt like a necessity.

Now, we know it's
his weapon of choice.

You can't blame yourself.

Can you?

I wasn't looking.

You're a cancer.

- Oh, cheers.
- Star sign,
you feel everything.

Ah, Daniel's out of observation.

That was properly brilliant,
my love!

- Yes, thank you.
- Right, go on,
or you're gonna be late.

Off you go.

Oh, can you pass me those pills?

You can tell Rose
he cream crackered my golf.

I used to play every weekend.

Like I was saying, sir,
I know Hooper's trial
wasn't a happy time.

I just switched off
Dad's life-support machine.
So, yeah, you know.

And you got a kicking
in the press for letting
Rose get at Hooper.

I wouldn't be
very trusting either.

Look at it from my perspective.

You come in here
without a warrant.

You haven't committed a crime.

Yeah, but you're still gonna
take away my civil liberties

on the pretext of
a campaign of disinformation.

The Ragdoll Killer is real.
So, if you go to work today,

I'm still gonna have to
run around like a blue-arsed fly
protecting you anyway.

I'm not saying that
you don't personally
perceive it to be true.

The Deputy Commissioner
shouldn't have withheld

information about
the Mayor's death.

- She misjudged it.
- That's what she
wants us to think.

I don't follow you.

You don't get
that high up a ladder
without joining in.

- They make you do it.
- Sorry.

Eric, I feel like
a broken record, but,

doing what?

Kids. Children.

The politicians are at it.
The royals are at it.

Look who's getting bumped off.
The Mayor.

That lawyer who stepped
in front of a bus this morning.

I bet they
knew about the orgies
and wouldn't keep quiet.

- Eh...
- Dad, I can't find my bag.

- Where'd you leave it?
- By the door.

-Oh, the bus is here.
-We'll find it later.
I love you.

Remember, it's my gold bag.

So do you remember
anything about the person
who abducted you

or where they took you?

And there are
no right or wrong answers.

Let's just start really small.

Are you hungry?

Did they feed you?

Or do you remember a smell

or a sound?

If you don't wanna say anything,
no one's gonna be angry
or upset.

Do you know what to do
when you get pulled out to sea?

It's not a trick question.

You don't fight the tide.

You'll exhaust yourself.

You'll drown.

You make yourself big,
like a goalie.

You occupy...
as much space as possible.

And you trust.

You trust someone to find you.

And if they don't...

Tell yourself that just as
the sun rises in the East
and sets in the West,

remember, the tide will turn.

Rose...

That's Adam, Teresa's fella,
and his mate, Keith.

This was taken
on the day Teresa died.

They were the last two people
who saw her alive.

I knew one of 'em killed her.

But you lot didn't care.
So, I called Faust.

He cares.

Do you know where Adam is now?

No, I don't.

No one does. That means
that Adam killed my sister.

Because Keith's still alive
and doing his stretch
in Markfield.

Faust never misses.

That's what you pay for.

Rose...

I'm off to the morgue.
I need a nice lie down.

Markfield Moor Prison.

Thanks.

Could we talk in private?

I'm just...

I am super respectful
of his privacy, but...

Rose was seen
on the roof yesterday.

He was on a call
and he was behaving erratically.

Define erratic.

This is why
I'm concerned for him.

He seemed suicidal.

Rose? Who told you that?

The window cleaner.

- What was he doing?
- Cleaning windows.

- Rose.
- Oh, he was on the ledge,
looking down.

He spoke to someone,
he cried out. I...

I just thought maybe
he'd reached out
to you about it.

You did
the right thing, honestly.

But does Rose seem okay to you?

I'll take it from here. Cheers.

- I'm gonna take the stairs.
- Okay.

Yeah, this is DI Rose.

I need some information
about one of the, uh,
inmates at Markfield.

Keith Rakman.

Transferred today?

Well, I really need
a word with him
before he leaves.

Come on. He's not gonna
cut through the bars
with a cheeseburger.

Can I get by?

Can you hear me?

Fellas, I'm gonna
need you to stand back.

I'll roll you over
to your side, okay?

You wouldn't believe
the crap they feed us.

I can't put
any weight on in here.

The doctor thought
I had a tapeworm.

I was like, "Oi, oi,
I'm well up for having
a nice young nurse

popping her fingers
up me chuffer.

And in walks this great, big,
mopey looking sod,
says he's a nurse.

I was like,
"Nah, I'll keep the worm."

You were friends
with Joel Shepton?

Joel? Mm. I heard he...

Uh, I wanna talk about
the death of his sister,
Teresa Shepton.

Her boyfriend, Adam Malick,
he went AWOL before
we could charge him with it.

-Do you know where he went?
-Wish I did.
Wanker owes me money.

What, he mugged you off?

He got this girl to tell me
some bollocks about

how a bloke turned up
at Adam's the night he vanished.

This man, what,
he attacked Adam?

Killed him, she said.

- Oh, did she see it happen?
- No, but it's
the way she told it.

- It was like a ghost story.
- Ah, you think she was lying?

I just thought she overdid it
with the crying.

No one is
that scary in real life.

Remember her name?

- K, something.
- Eh?

Lived in Camberwell.

She had a K on her wrist.
She said I should get one.

She'd always bring wicked food.
French stuff.

Cassoulet bavette
and all that shit.

- Maybe she worked
at a restaurant.
- Yeah?

Not that she had
much of an appetite.

Kate! That was
her name. Kate.

Did she describe the man
she saw at Adam's place
the night he vanished?

I can just remember
getting lairy with her
because she told the filth too.

But you know,
she was a junkie like Teresa.

So, you lot didn't give a shit.

So, I'll be
following Eric at 3:30,

- leaving the prison.
- Houdini, you're
an hour late.

I told Edmunds.
I went to check the details
of Daniel's disappearance.

- Next time,
ask me directly.
- All right.

Anyway, the transfer
is scheduled for 3:30.

I'll follow Eric as he travels
from Markfield Moor
to Mount View Prison.

Wait, what's he doing?

He's driving a meat wagon.
Apparently, it's better
for his back.

So, wait. What,
Eric's driving a prison van?

He's transporting
high-risk prisoners
to Mount View Prison.

What's Eric playing at?
He needs to be in protection.

Right. I don't have time
to start the debriefing
all over again

- if you're not gonna listen.
- Okay. But why's he
going to Markfield?

Why do you care about Markfield?

Do you two lovebirds
wanna finish this off
in your own time?

Edmunds, you're with me.
Rose, Finlay, try Daniel again.

No, disrespect, but,
does Edmunds have
the experience for this?

- What the hell?
- It's not up for debate.

Edmunds.

What other prisoners?
Do you know who else
is in the van?

Yeah, I did
a quick background check.

- No one's connected
to Mark Hooper.
- Right. Talk to Daniel.

- Yeah, just take me with you.
- Don't grab me. Rose, stop!

All right. I know I was late.
But don't cut off your nose
to spite your face.

What makes you think you're
in a position to help anyone?
You weren't at the briefing.

- You don't know anything...
- Let me come.

Why?

I don't want you to get hurt.

I don't need your protection.

And don't apologize.
God forbid.

- It's not personal.
- Rose, you need
to talk to someone.

You really need help.

You want me in a safe place.

I just wanna get on
with my life.

Well, this van
is bullet and blast proof.

They can drive
an 18-wheeler up our arse
and we'd hardly feel it.

You'll have to tell my wife
that I do know
how to compromise.

Well, I'll ride
up front with you.

No, it'll be myself
and Tony up front.

-No one else.
It's in the contract.
-Eric.

- Think about your family.
- I am.

I'm trying to protect my job.

They're already
gagging to sack us because
we charge English money.

All right, girl?
See you on the other side.

Sir, are you okay?
You can't travel
if you need medical attention.

I just had a medical
and he gave me the all-clear.

And to be honest, I don't care
if someone chopped me head off.
I'm getting out of here.

Yeah, all right,
Florence Nightingale.

Wierdo.

- Did you get to speak to Rose?
- I couldn't find
the right moment.

Yeah, I get it.

I had a kind of, I wanna say,

blurry relationship
at a workplace.

Well, at my college.
Well, they were my professor.

And no... I'm not at all saying
that you and Rose are...

Are you?

Should I keep digging?
I'm gonna stop.

Yeah.

I've actually got no idea
what your first name is.

Lake.

Yeah, I'm British.

I'm not gonna be able
to call a grown woman, Lake.

I have no doubt,
Absolutely no doubt that...

Oh!

Where do you see yourself
in five years?

Like, do you want kids?

Are you having them late?
Have you frozen your eggs?

Are you and my mum on WhatsApp?

Sorry, but talking
about ambition in this country
is like a taboo.

It's like, the class system,

either gives you
whatever you want,
or denies you opportunities.

I'm comfortable with ambition.

Yes! Yes!

- This country needs you.
- Is that right?

Yes!

We basically need women of color

to take control of everything.

You don't think
it's exhausting enough
doing the jobs we've got,

showing up and dealing
with the bullshit, everyday?

I know I have to believe
in myself, I always have.

So, I don't need
your encouragement.

No...
Yeah, I totally see that.

I'm sorry, I misspoke.

What is that word, misspeak?

I thought Hillary Clinton
invented it when she lied
about getting shot at

by Bosnian snipers.

I don't think she was lying.
Fear is subjective.

She made the mistake
of talking about her feelings.

Women in politics still can't...

- Shit, are you okay?
- It's him.

Hit the blues, get on the radio.

We need backup!

Keys, give me your keys.

Eric, can you tell me
what just happened?

Do you remember
if you blacked out?

- Backup's three minutes out
We can't keep him
in the van.

Lock yourself in the car
with him.

Make sure he doesn't go
to sleep. He's concussed.

If you see anything,
hit the horn. Don't be a hero.

Come on.
Come on, Eric.

Stay in your cars.
Keep your seatbelts on.
Hit the hazards,

and lock the doors.

Come on.

DC Edmunds,
report your position,

what can you see? Over.

Nothing,
I can't see a damn thing!

Open up the cells
and make sure the prisoners
aren't injured.

But careful, one at a time.

Shut up!
Shut up, calm down.

Help!

Hey! Don't fall asleep!

Officer down,
I need backup right now, over.

Hey!

Get him up!

Get him out of there.

He's going into cardiac arrest.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on.

Hey, hey...

Gunpowder in the IED.
Old school.

We found a tracking device
by the exhaust
of the prisoner van.

Turns out there was a break-in

at the security company's
depot last night.

We also found these...

Which is why Eric
was driving unsteadily
just before the blast.

So, the pills might have been
switched?

That's today's date
on the prescription.

The time given, 4:15.

The killer's guessing
Eric's time of death.
He was out by 87 seconds.

And the snake?

We found
listening devices concealed
in Eric Turner's house.

The killer overheard me
at Eric's.

I said I'd be following the van
this afternoon.

The killer crept in
whilst I was in the house,

stole the bag
and planted it in...

Who's this?

Collateral.

What happened here?

I can't remember what he said.

- You spoke to him?
- She did.

What did you talk about?

Nothing. His head.

- Yeah, but what did he say?
- That he had the all-clear
to travel.

I guess he stole the pen
from the medical bay.

Oh, I better handle that.

Oh, ma'am, you got some blood
on your shirt.

Cheers, mate,
I got a spare in the boot.

Rose?

I'm sorry, Bax.

You put me in a lose-lose.
I wanted you with me,

but I couldn't ignore
your behavior.

What were you doing
on the roof, Rose, yesterday?

Someone said
you were erratic, suicidal?

Nate?

Just talking to my therapist.

What happened?
What set you off?

You just told me
about the letter

and that you reported me.

You know, you did
the right thing,

but it, it brought up a lot
of stuff.

I wasn't suicidal.

I can't do anything right.

Hey, you did everything right.

I wasn't straight with you,
I disrespected you...

It's unforgivable.

Please, you're great.

Don't make me cry.

Got to talk to these pricks.

Oh!

Finley, get the gazebo!

The killer's riffing
on old kinds
of capital punishment.

The Mayor was burnt alive,
Nick was hanged, essentially.

This is poena cullei,
an old punishment for parricide.

When a child kills a parent.

Eric turned off
his dad's life support
before the Hooper trial.

Well, there you go.
Usually, the murderer
was drowned in a sack

with a snake, a monkey,
a cockerel and a dog.

- Can I borrow your jacket?
- Yeah

So, no dog.
He must have been sentimental.

Somebody check the glove box.

Fucking hell. Don't even joke.

Hmm, burgundy suits you.

This form of execution was used
in the fall of the Roman Empire,

the Dark Ages
and the English Civil War.

In Saxony,
the poena culleipunishment

was used up until the mid-1700s.

So, let's put it this way,
Bach was already dead
by the time they stopped.

You're listening to Classic FM.

Help!

Okay, well,
if you remember anything.

I do know how you feel, mate.

My mom died
when I was about your age.

It's shit.

And I remember she told me,

she was very inappropriate,
its hereditary,

she said she was three days
in labor with me.

And when they finally
handed me to her,

she didn't...

love me.

Or at least,
it didn't feel like love.

She said she felt like
she was being poured
out like water,

from her into me.

And even if she wanted to,
she couldn't stop it.
It was scary.

She felt something
properly infinite.

I believe that.

It never, ever stopped.

Ever?

Never, ever.

Daniel doesn't remember
being taken,

but, he does remember
suddenly waking up
in the boot of a car.

The driver must have slammed
on the brakes,

Daniel reached out
and touched something cold
and wet in the dark.

The driver got out to check
on him and Daniel remembers,
as the trunk opened,

in the light, he saw
what he had just touched.

He says they were human faces.

Could he ID anyone
in the Ragdoll?

Not from the photos,
but, by the way, he spoke
about it,

sounds like the faces
were not intact.

Oh, and he also remembers
a smell.

- He said,
"A smell like Saturday."
- Yeah.

His mom would get her nails
fixed every Saturday.
She would bring him along.

- Well, it's progress. Well done.
- It was all Rose.

He told Daniel about his mother.

- Alyssa?
No, Rose's...
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's your story
to tell, if you want.

I used a bit
of creative license.

What do you mean?

- I told him
what he needed to hear.
- Well, wait... What is going on?

I told Daniel
that I knew my mother,
which isn't true.

And that she loved me.

Which I hope is true.

God, you're odd.

None of the DNA that was found
on Daniel's clothing

match the Ragdoll victims.

But, we did find traces
of acetone.

Oh, that's nail polish remover.

That's what he remembered
from the salon.

It's also widely used
in superglue, paint thinner
and chemical peels.

So the kid's
not talking bollocks.

Type that up,
get it circulating.

Wait. You don't think
that lying to a child
who just lost their mom,

you don't think
that that's problematic?

Sorry, what's going on?

Hold on, hold on.
Whatever you said to Daniel,

could it be construed
as a threat, as intimidation?

No, I was being empathetic.

- No, dude. You told him a lie.
- Did you coach him
on what to say?

- How would he know
what to tell him?
- Mark Hooper was able

- To kill again...
- How would he know
what to tell him?

Shut up!

Get something into your head.
Drill this in there.

Your feelings do not matter.

Finlay...

Ma'am!

He can't just take the win
and ignore the consequences.

I can't stop him, Edmunds.

All right?

Get some sleep.

I am seriously
concerned about Rose.

You don't think
you are blowing this out
of proportion?

No, I don't think so, Ma'am.
Did you speak to him yet?

He was consoling a child.
Compared to half the stuff
other cops do.

That's my problem.
I don't think you'd make excuses
for other cops.

You've had a rough day.
You've handled yourself.

But, I don't owe you an answer.
I've heard you. Let it go.

After the shit he pulled today?

Would you repeatedly question
my judgment on this,
if I were Simmons?

- Yes, Ma'am.
- Don't lie to me.

You didn't chase him
out the room.
What about Finlay?

So, what makes you think
you can undermine me, Lake?

Door, car, gate.

Door, car, gate.

Door, car, gate.

Door, car...

Oh, jacket.

You know, I waited
for you all morning.

I got so mad, I wrote 2000 words

on the time I caught you peeing
in the kitchen sink.

My editor says it's not
in the public's interest
to know that,

but, I say the devil's
in the details.

You seriously want to do this?

Could you take a picture for us?

Oh...

Oi, oi. Chin up.

Shut up, Rose.

Can we have a word,
please, sir? You're joking.

You want me
to trust that man? Yes.

Is he house-trained?

Yesterday I saw you go above and
beyond.
I'm in.

You didn't let me finish.

I mean, you can
keep flattering me.

If you stay in this house,
you will die.

We can get you out of here
until we catch the killer.

But that could take years.
Would you prefer to be dead?