All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S12E01E02.Demons.on.Our.Shoulders.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

[eerie music]

[children screaming]

[children gasping]

Bugger off!

[doorbell rings]

[manically laughs]

Hey, I've got humbugs,

sweeties and fruit juices.

[people laughing]

* Happy Birthday to you

[phone rings]

No reply.

[door creaks open]

[gasps]

[gun fires]

[phone rings]

Dalziel.

[phone rings]

Sod ya, I'm off duty.

Congratulations.

Yeah, congratulations.

[Woman] Happy birthday!

[glasses clink]

[phone rings]

The victim's a Mrs.
Jean Hamilton.

Is there a Mr. Hamilton?

There is, but he's not here.

Doors and windows?

No sign of forced entry.

Do-it-yourself divorce?

Nine times out of ten.

[sobbing]

Who's this, then?

Friends of the victim.

They found the body.

Happy Halloween.

Where's the mess?

Time of death?

Two, maybe two and a half hours.

Some time around 8 p.m. then?

[Aiden] Between seven and eight.

It's not your average
burglar bill shootin' iron.

We should get onto
fire arms registry.

See if it's licensed
to the husband.

It might've been hers.

That's a 24 Purdey sidelock.

Probably self-opening,
selective ejector.

25-inch barrels.

Shortish stock.

Beautiful engraving.

Looked like Diana the
huntress to me.

Ladies' gun.

But that's just my
uneducated opinion.

Jean called me this afternoon.

Said how much she was looking
forward to this evening.

Something special on the menu?

It wasn't just a dinner party.

It was--

It was a committee meeting.

We're all members of a
charitable organization.

The West Riding Dragons.

We're planning a big fundraiser.

Guy is our chairman.

Guy, he couldn't have done this.

Where is he then?

I've no idea.

Mrs. Johnson?

Are you aware of any problems
between Jean and her husband?

No.

I mean yes, the usual, but
nothing really serious.

Nothing, nothing that would...

How long have you known them?

20 years.

You'll be able to tell us
where to find the kids then.

Thank you so much.

Tonight was really special.

It wouldn't have worked
without you.

Well done.

I've still got a lot to learn.

But you have a real gift.

I'll beat you.

I'll beat you all!

[eerie chanting]

Anyone would think
we're expected.

When was the last time you
saw your parents, Mrs. Taylor?

It was yesterday.

We run the farm,
but they own it.

Jean likes...

Liked the stock.

And Guy likes to crack the whip.

Shut up.

I'm sorry.

We can't be sure that your
father is responsible,

but we have to find him.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

He did it.

I'm sorry, I didn't--

He did it.

My dad.

What makes you--

He's done it before.

Killed her.

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[gun fires]

Look at me.

Look at me.

You'll remember what happened,

but know that it was just
part of the experiment.

The gun was loaded with blanks.

You'll feel calm, relaxed.

None of us is who
we think we are.

Hypnotic suggestion
can crash through

the firewalls of the ego,

and unleash the darkness within.

When the demons on our shoulders
have us in their power,

anyone of us can kill
the thing we love.

Yet each man kills
the thing he loves.

By each let this be heard.

Oscar Wilde.

The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

Peter.

When was the program made?

Last year.

In the summer.

It was broadcast last Halloween.

And exactly 12 months later--

I want that bastard arrested!

They were happy.

They loved each other.

Then, they volunteered to
be part of his experiment.

He screwed them up!

They weren't the same,
not after he twisted

Get off!

What the hell's going on?

What is it?

What's happened?

[Kim] Fire arms have
confirmed that the shotgun

was licensed to Jean Hamilton.

Any other cannons on
the certificate?

No, sir.

So, he's probably not armed.

Well, he's definitely
bloody dangerous.

Why haven't we found him yet?

Anything against his plastic?

Not yet, sir.

Get the names of the Johnson's
do-goody dinner guests.

Interview them,

and check out the Johnsons'
statements.

Yeah, and get a full
club membership list

while you're at it.

What are they called?

[laughs]

Missed that bit, didn't we?

The West Riding Dragons.

And since they're
all bosom buddies,

ask 'em if Guy Hamilton's got
any favorite beauty spots,

or secluded glory holes.

Any place he might go
to ground, you know.

Sir.

Sorry, sir, but you know
that since Monday

you're not allowed to
smoke in this building?

If we assume Guy Hamilton's
elastic hasn't snapped,

what's his motive?

Marital breakdown.

He wanted her out of the way,

or she threaten to leave,

he didn't fancy losing
half his assets.

So, he does a year, and gets
a lot of NHS head-shrinking,

but he keeps the cash.

And if that's his angle, he
makes himself easy to catch.

Comes in with his hands up.

Have you done the background
check on son James?

Model citizen.

He's an inspector with
the meat hygiene service.

Home address, and that's
where he's working this week.

Oh, we are pleased with
ourselves, aren't we?

Right, it's time to worry
the black sheep.

What makes you think
James is a black sheep?

The big family portrait
stuck behind the sideboard.

Well, maybe they got
fed up with it.

Well, why hide their best one,

and keep out loads of others?

You saw them,

it was Guy and Jean, and
Katherine, and Katherine,

and Katherine again.

And even Katherine and
her dopey husband.

But the only photo
that James was in--

Was behind the sideboard.

James Hamilton!

We notified your sister
last night.

She hasn't called you?

No.

We...

No.

When did you last
see your parents?

A month.

For a month, at least.

Where were you between eight
and 10 p.m. last night?

You don't think I...

I was at home.

Alone.

How did you come by that shiner?

What?

Has your father come
to you for help?

No.

But you have been in a fight?

Meat inspectors we're
not popular.

I've had worse.

So, he shot her?

Just like he did in the program?

I'm afraid so.

Was there anything else
that might have put

your father under
unusual stress?

Can I talk to you
about this later?

Tell us about the family feud.

What did Katherine tell you?

I had to do it.

Dad was selling bad meat
in all three of his shops.

Not just uninspected,

some of it unfit
for consumption.

Now, I warned them, but...

Look, I had to report it.

You're telling us you
shopped your own father?

He was prosecuted.

There were heavy fines.

He had to sell the shops.

So, then he was ruined.

I'd say that counts as
unusual stress, wouldn't you?

Not ruined, no.

He's still got the farm.

Organic beef, wild boar.

I think he's doing all right.

Think, or hope?

[Peter] This isn't
your kind of place.

Too bloody true.

But it's your kind
of place, isn't it?

Spicer is on her way.

I thought we could have your
birthday do here, on me.

So, how old are you?

Ancient.

Bloody hell.

Told you.

[phone rings]

James, how are you?

I'm so sorry to hear about--

Yeah, yeah look what can
you tell me about the will?

Funny you should mention that.

What about Katherine or James?

One of them might have
arranged an early inheritance.

Massacre mom, then what?

Dad too?

Hide the corpse and let a
dead man take the blame.

Check out the places where
James Hamilton's been working.

Verify that he did get
clobbered in the line of duty,

and not in the process of
scragging his dear old dad.

You not eating that?

Have we found any wills
at the house?

Not yet.

They're cracking the safe now.

I've the name of the
family solicitor though,

so he should have a copy.

David Sargent.

What is this?

Correspondence about a lawsuit.

Sargent's acting on
their behalf to recover

a 20 grand debt.

Who from?

Steven Burlow.

He's on your list,

and one of the Dragon
Committee members.

He wasn't at the Johnsons'
party though.

Mr. Pascoe.

Well, nice to see you again.

You left in such a
hurry last night,

you forgot your birthday cake.

Thanks.

[Maitre D] You're welcome.

Hope to see you all again soon.

Steven--

Burlow.

I know.

Can I have the bill, please?

All this fuss for
a TV magic show.

[Peter] You make him
sound like Paul Daniels.

Hello.

Who are you, and what
are you doing on set?

Interfering with a policeman
might be one

of your favorite fantasies,

but you really won't
like what I do to you.

Detective Inspector Pascoe,

Superintendent Dalziel.

We've reason to believe
Mr. Knight can assist

us with our inquiries.

Lee can't see anyone now.

He's making preparations for

an extremely dangerous
experiment.

If he makes a mistake,
he could die.

Oh dear, how sad.

Never mind.

Gentlemen.

[Producer] Lee.

How can I be of assistance?

We're investigating the
murder of Jean Hamilton.

Murder?

Murder.

No tricks this time.

Last night, Guy Hamilton
cut his wife in half

with a shotgun.

We can't be held responsible.

They signed--

Sorry, shall we go
somewhere else?

Lee, got this new
waterproof makeup.

Need to do a spot test
in case you're allergic.

Later.

This is important.

Later, okay!

I spent weeks working
with Guy in neutralizing

the suggestions I'd implanted.

It was all recorded and
monitored by a psychiatrist.

What about Jean?

She must've needed some help

after being shot at.

And she got it.

Last time I saw them
together they were fine.

Looking forward to seeing the
show when it was broadcast.

And Guy enjoyed it
so much he decided

to arrange a private repeat?

Why did you chose them?

The ideal subjects
had to be receptive

to subliminal suggestion,

and they had to have a
lot of latent aggression.

And of the hundreds--

Thousands.

Of couples who applied,
the Hamiltons were the only

ones who fulfilled
those requirements?

Mm-hm.

But it can't be done.

Murder's the one thing
you can't make someone do,

not even in an hypnotic trance.

You can if they want to do it.

So, you made him want
to kill his wife?

Yes.

Bollocks.

Really?

We think we make decisions,

but images, random events,
suggestions planted

in advertising and on TV,

they make up our minds for us.

Powerless.

You open.

It's so easy.

The constant barrage.

So easy to forget what
we've seen or heard,

it's gone.

A face, a name, gone.

Hours, minutes, seconds
later, it works.

And even if we knew what
it was, couldn't name it.

We forget.

Sometimes I spend hours
trying to remember something.

So easy to lose the words.

Not able to remember.

You just can't remember.

I'm sorry.

I forget what's your name?

What?

I can't remember your name.

Peter, I think it's
time we were going.

No, no, no, please.

Prove me wrong.

Prove that it's all bollocks.

What's your name?

A. Dalzeel.

Superintendent Dalzeel.

What?

It's okay.

You can remember now.

In principle, I did the
same thing to Guy.

I cause an effect, then
made it go away.

If Guy killed his wife,
then he staged it

to set up a diminished
responsibility defense

i.e. Lee Knight made me do it.

Then, you'd better
watch it sunshine.

If you've shorted his synapses--

I told you--

Or even if he's just
angling for a short stretch

of anger management
and bingo at Broadmoor,

that and the next thing
he'll do is you.

Meet you outside.

Something you wanted to tell me?

How in the hell do you
stand working for him?

It's worse than that.

I live with him.

I'm sorry

for you.

Yeah, it's tough having a
handsome, charismatic boyfriend.

You okay?

Yeah, why?

You have the look.

What look?

The Lee Knight made me
eat my hamster look.

How could you tell?

Is it the fur between me teeth?

[laughs]

Pick a card.

Any card, right?

Now what?

Give it to me.

King of swords.

So, what's the trick?

No trick.

It's an answer.

I didn't ask a question.

I did.

Tamzin, everything all right?

[Tamzin] Fine.

Sorry.

Murderer!

Let go!

Let go of me!

[Lee] Please, do as she asks.

It's okay.

You killed my mother.

And I'm gonna see
you suffer for it.

One way or another,
I'll see you're broken.

[eerie chanting]

Shop!

[Peter] Looks like
King Tut's tomb.

[Andy] Bet this is what
it smelled like an' all.

We're closed.

Can't you read?

Mr. Steven Burlow?

Who are you?

[Andy] Superintendent Dalziel.

This is Inspector Pascoe.

I had nothing to do with
Jean Hamilton's murder.

Who said you did?

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

I'm a man with a motive.

We know you're being sued.

Guy would never have done it.

It was Jean.

That...

De mortuis nil nisi
bonum be buggered.

She was a five-star,
copper-bottomed bitch.

Hmm!

Not the received opinion,
not mine either

until they were pressed
for cash.

All because of that
pestilential sneak of a son,

then, gentle Jean forced
Guy to sue me.

He'd said I could take as long
as I wanted to pay it back.

It was a gentlemen's agreement.

For 20,000 pounds?

We've been friends
for over 40 years.

It doesn't matter how
long you've known someone,

or how much you trust them.

Not Guy.

It was Jean.

And she'll still get her way,

the estate, or Katherine,
or James,

will get their pound of flesh,

and I shall be bankrupt.

You're assuming Guy
is dead then?

Guy's a man with a conscience

harsher than the judgment
of Jehovah.

He'll have killed
himself by now.

What were you doing between
eight and 10 last night?

I was here.

Drunk as a skunk.

Charles Johnson told
us you were expected

at the committee meeting.

The Samhain.

Sorry, the Halloween bonfight.

Charles is an optimist,

and good man and good
friend that he is,

he hoped the oil of
social intercourse

would calm the troubled
waters, but--

If you'd been in the same
room with Jean Hamilton?

Rem acu tetigisti.

You have touched the
point with a--

Needle.

You were alone last night?

There was no one else here?

Only Margaret.

My wife.

Can we speak to her?

Follow me.

Ah, here she is.

She passed over in '96.

So very lovely.

It's perfectly legal.

[intercom buzzes]

[Woman] Inspector Pascoe
for you Mr. Johnson.

Poor Steven.

Bit of a lost soul.

The decay set in after
his wife died.

She was a very attractive woman.

You've seen her then.

Yes, we all miss her very much.

What happened to her?

Sudden death.

Passed over in her sleep.

Was it heart attack, or--

No one knows.

The post mortem failed to
determine the cause of death.

The coroner found no reason
to suspect foul play.

Steven was, is, very
devoted to her.

Steven told us you were
trying to reconcile

him and the Hamiltons.

That's right, yes.

I understood his point of view,

but Jean and Guy were
terribly hard-pressed.

I met them all at
school, you know.

When you've known
people that long,

you think you can negotiate
a cease fire,

but you just end up dodging
bullets from both directions.

Do you think Steven
could've hurt them?

Yes.

We started the Dragons together.

Jean and Guy, Steve
and Margaret Burlow,

Charles and I.

Good days.

Well, they couldn't last.

We've talked to Katherine
and James.

Both of them said
that Guy and Jean

were affected by taking
part in the program.

Well, since you were
her closest friend,

I expect she would've
confided in you

if something was wrong.

Of course.

But they didn't like
to worry people.

They kept their problems
to themselves.

Even when the charity
commission...

Was there some trouble
with the commission?

Not real trouble.

Petty bureaucracy.

A tempest in a teacup.

Posh?

Yeah, get on to the
charity commission.

Find out everything
they've got on the Dragons.

Right, especially if they've
been under investigation.

So, how much good do
the do-goody Dragons do?

Well, in the last 10
years they've donated

almost 80,000 to worthy causes.

Have they by Jimmy Christmas?

Remind me to start
looking worthy.

Ah, stick with needy.

You've had the practice.

And you're right, they
have been investigated.

The commission got a
tip off that money

was being misappropriated.

Who from?

Anonymous.

The Hamiltons, and wait
for it, Steven Burlow

are both under suspicion.

Well, the Hamiltons
were desperate.

Maybe they helped themselves out

with a few thousand
from the kitty.

Same goes for Steven Burlow.

Right, Posh, financial checks
on the Hamiltons and Burlow.

Well, I've already made
a start on Jean Hamilton.

Bank and credit card statements.

Nothing unusual, so far.

But there are regular
payments to one man.

Now, he's in her diary
on a twice weekly basis,

and a lot of her mobile
calls are to his number.

All right, you got
my full attention.

Edward Nash.

A hypnotherapist and
relationship counselor,

and guess what?

He's a Dragon.

A committee member.

Right, let's go and see him.

Oh, sorry he's away tonight,

but he should be back in
his office tomorrow morning.

You know, everyday in every way

you get more bloody useless.

Thank you, sir.

[chanting]

[eerie chanting]

Tamzin.

Tamzin.

[eerie music]

[chainsaw whirring]

The last will and testament
of Guy and Jean Hamilton.

In the event of Guy's
death, Jean got everything.

If Jean predeceased
Guy, then the estate

is to be split equally
between Katherine and James.

Or if one of them dies, the
surviving sibling gets it all.

You're getting grease
all over it.

In the event the children
can't inherit,

then the estate passes to
the West Riding Dragons.

To be utilized at the
members' discretion.

How much do you reckon,
all told?

Well, the house and
the farm's gotta be

well over a million.

Tasty.

And maybe a chance
for someone to put

the charity books straight.

Someone?

Meaning Steven Burlow?

Double murder?

And leave Kate and James
to knock off as well.

Yeah, point taken.

Right, it's time for
us to go rooting

through Jean Hamilton's
mucky mental laundry.

I saw Jean, professionally,
for six months.

And, frankly, I was relieved
when she approached me.

She was, obviously,
in need of help.

Never off duty, eh?

Just like a policeman.

Guy was experiencing
mood swings,

and behaving irrationally.

Was there any violence?

Jean was afraid it
might come to that.

Did you talk to Guy?

He would never let me help.

Resented what he saw
as outside interference

in his private life.

He certainly wasn't the
man I met five years ago.

Is that your way of saying
that Lee Knight screwed him up?

Let me put it this way,

if Knight deprogrammed Guy,

I'd say he botched it.

Please, don't light that,
superintendent.

I share this building
with therapists

who have clients trying
to kick the habit.

You finish up here, Peter.

I'll see you outside.

[coughing]

Samantha Mantell.

I can help you with that.

[coughing]

New friendy?

Head-shrinker.

Frankly, I'm tempted.

Who wouldn't be?

This your girl?

Yes.

Don't.

I don't know.

This one's a nightmare.

What's that carved on her chest?

Like I said, I don't know.

All I can say, is this is
the worst I've ever seen.

As you can see, the work has
been performed precisely,

and with a detailed
knowledge of human anatomy.

The killer took their
time with this.

And it wasn't done here.

So, maybe the killer
just needed this

much of her for the ritual.

Or the parts that they kept.

I removed some liquid
from her remaining lung.

More on that when it's analyzed.

But I'd say it was introduced
post mortem.

I don't think she drowned.

One other thing,

don't quote me on this,

but it looks like mercury.

When did you last see her?

Last night!

We fought, she left.

What time?

Late.

I don't know, 11.

She pack any bags?

No.

Do you know where she went?

I don't suppose you
got an alibi.

Oh, I can't believe
that Guy would...

He's a bastard!

But not Kate, she was
everything to him.

You think she was
with her father?

Well, I don't know!

Who else could've killed her?!

Someone who might profit
from her death.

James?

You.

No.

I couldn't.

I wouldn't have the guts.

Does this mean anything to you?

[James] So, where's
the other copy?

In a safe place.

You can destroy it when
I receive my commission.

Self interest, triumphant
over grief.

Will you ever mourn
your parents?

For as long as you
mourn my sister.

50%.

[dramatic music]

[Andy] How long has
he been under?

[Producer] Shh!

What's the point?

[Producer] He's staying
under for an hour.

It's mind over matter.

Well, if the bugger drowns,

I won't mind and
it won't matter.

[dramatic music]

[crowd cheers]

[crowd claps]

Do you wanna tell me
what happened last night?

He was in his study
till about midnight.

There was a power cut, and
I made sure he was okay,

and then, we went to bed.

And we were both
pretty restless.

I didn't really sleep.

If he got out of bed,
or left the house,

I'd have known.

So, you were together all night?

That's what I remember, but--

But?

He's Lee Knight, isn't he?

Can I be sure that
what I remember

is really what happened?

Can I be sure of anything?

Well, no, there is one
thing I am certain of,

if I thought Lee was
capable of killing someone

I wouldn't still be with him.

How did you meet?

I worked on his first series.

Did his slap, touched
up his bald spot, then--

That old black magic
had you in his spell.

Yeah.

Should've consulted the tarot.

I think Lee stacked the deck.

I keep asking the
cards about us,

but I get confusing answers.

Maybe it's not the
cards that are confused.

I've tried to leave
him, a couple of times,

but he talks to me, I stay.

Then, don't give him the chance.

Just grab your gear and go.

I'd have to leave a lot behind.

Isn't that always the way of it?

Dump the baggage, and
it's easier to move on.

There's some baggage
that can't be dumped.

Your face tells me that.

The woman punched me.

That's no reason to kill her.

She was going to sue.

Ruin your career.

You could've lost
everything you worked for.

Millions, maybe.

I didn't harm Katherine.

Apart from mangling
her dad's mind.

Have you found him yet?

No, of course you haven't.

Do you think he could've
killed her?

It's possible.

I thought you said
you'd fixed him.

[coughing]

In your case, Mr. Dalziel,
I think hypnotherapy

represents the best
chance of success,

and we'll need to use a kind
of saturation technique.

So, I'd like to see
you everyday this week.

Can you make the time?

Oh well, I--

It's important.

Make the time and the
effort, and you'll succeed.

If the nicotine monkey's still
riding your back next week,

you won't owe me a penny.

Well?

Well, sounds good to me.

Good.

Now, just close your
eyes and relax.

Make yourself more
comfortable if you like.

You're feeling calmer.

More relaxed.

Safe.

Feeling at ease.

Safe and supported.

Be aware of the sounds
around you.

Per sounds unimportant

let them drift away.

Drift away.

Only my voice matters.

Just let go.

Relax.

Drifting.

Safe.

Where have you been?

Right, I'll give it two days.

Sod you.

Guy Hamilton didn't do this.

No?

He's dead.

If he were still alive, we
would've found him by now.

He hasn't got any
cash or a vehicle.

That we know of.

Nah, some bugger else.

Posh!

Sir?

Alibi check on brother James.

He had one.

Spent that night with
his girlfriend,

and she confirmed.

[Peter] Okay, thanks.

You know, what we need
is a specialist.

A profiler with experience
of occult,

Jack the Ripper stuff.

I'll get a recommendation from
the national crime faculty.

Dr. Peta Sinclair.

How in hell did you know that?

I'm a mine of rainy day
pearls of wisdom me.

Peter Sinclair?

No, Peta.

P-E-T-A.

Right, I'll sort it.

Good.

Forensics confirmed that
the substance in her eyes

is mercury.

It also contains traces
of sulfur and gold.

And it has been injected
into the base of her brain.

Could that have killed her?

Well, it could, but I
can't say that it did.

The fluid in her lung
was mostly water,

but there was a significant
concentration

of perfluorooctyl bromide.

Trade name Liquid Ox.

So, what's that?

Some kind of floor polish
or bug cleaner?

No, it's a liquid that's
enriched with oxygen,

and use in total liquid
ventilation therapy.

It's new.

And hard to get.

But patients with burnt
lungs or premature babies

can breathe it while their
lungs heal or develop.

It's a liquid you can
breathe instead of air?

Right.

Yes, I did use Liquid Ox.

But how--

Where did you get it?

I imported from the states
under special license.

I'm impressed.

The tank was filled with water,

then two feet of chilled
Liquid Ox was

introduced at the base.

I was then lowered
into that layer.

When you saw me jerking about,

that was a reaction to
inhaling the liquid.

Nearly had to cancel
the whole stunt

because of the damage
to my nose.

Look, I'm curious how
did you figure it out?

Why is it important?

The pathologist found Liquid Ox

in Katherine Taylor's lung.

Look, I don't know how that
liquid got into her lungs,

but I had nothing to do
with that woman's death.

Someone must've taken
some from the canisters,

or got some from the tank.

Try harder.

For sure it's obvious that
someone's trying to frame me.

Satisfy their own agenda,

ruin me as a bonus.

Who?

There are hundreds of
sad sods out there

who think that I'm the
devil incarnate.

I've got the hate
mail to prove it.

And you already know that
I was here all night.

Tamzin--

Would remember anything
you wanted her to.

No.

I wouldn't do that.

Not to Tamzin.

I've never hypnotized her.

Now, I know you're lying.

Dalziel.

Ta.

Fancy a fag to go with that?

No.

No, I don't.

Well, at least our profiler
is coming in tomorrow.

Maybe she can make
something of that.

Aye.

I've seen it before.

Or something bloody close.

Where?

C'mon Peter, it's
time to knock up

the corpse bridegroom.

Doesn't this bugger
ever lock up?

There.

[Peter] It's not the same, but--

But it's bloody close.

[chanting]

Come, we invoke thee!

Come create us again,
and kill us anew.

Come Sanitus!

We invoke thee!

Kill us anew!

Come Sanitus, we invoke thee!

Come Sanitus, kill us again!

Freeing us in you.

[screams]

[dramatic music]

Well, he can't see.

He can't move his arms or legs,

but we've scanned, poked,
prodded and pricked him,

and there is no physical damage.

He's not actually blind
or paralyzed.

What is he then?

Hysterical.

Well, I'm not laughing.

What about his eyes?

When we found him,
they looked like

they belonged to
a boiled haddock.

Spasm of the superior
rectus muscles

resulting in the abnormal
elevation of the pupils

and exposure of the
sclerotic tunic.

Hence, the ecstatic zombie look.

Diazepam took care of that.

I killed her.

Sorry?

I made the murder happen.

But I didn't think Guy
would be the one who...

I didn't think.

Didn't work the conjuration
properly.

I evoked a demon.

Sent it to do harm.

I wanted the lawsuit over with.

Jean was responsible.

She had to die.

The demon did what I asked,

but in a way that would
cause me most pain.

It used Guy,

my oldest friend.

So, you're telling us you killed

Jean Hamilton with magic?

Listen to me, magic is real.

It works.

Look at me.

I'm proof of the law.

Steven, what did the coven
do to you last night?

Nothing.

[screams]

The consequences of my
actions caught up with me.

The threefold return.

Action and reaction in
physics and metaphysics.

What goes around comes around,

but three times worse.

But Jean Hamilton's dead.

You're just--

Blind

and paralyzed.

And when death comes,

and he's coming directly,

I'm booked into hell.

[laughs]

Our parents introduced
us to witchcraft.

It was no more sinister
than Christians

teaching their beliefs and
values to their children.

Did Guy and Jean grow
up the same way?

No, they came to the
craft through me.

As did Steven Burlow.

I bet he thanks you for that.

What kind of witches are you?

Wiccans.

It's a form of spirituality
that celebrates nature

and tries to harmonize with her.

So, basically, it's an
excuse to get your kit off

and frolic in field and stream.

A bit of harmless
new age nudism.

You may recall that we
were fully clothed

when you interrupted us.

Right.

And Steven Burlow was
terrified, blind, and paralyzed.

We didn't hurt Steven.

He did that to himself.

The threefold return?

We were actually working
a spell designed

to help Guy find his
way home to the light.

And give back the money
he lifted from your kitty?

We know you're being
investigated.

No, irregularities
will be discovered.

None of us would do
such a despicable thing.

This is a sigil.

A symbol representing a demon.

Which demon?

I don't know.

We're not Satanists.

[shudders]

What is this?

Sadistic body art.

The murderer carved it
in Katherine's chest.

Was Katherine into black magic?

Take care.

Well, if I was getting
this kind of hate mail,

I'd be seriously considering
changing me name,

and getting plastic surgery.

Change the name, but
never go under the knife.

You think I should preserve
this mug for posterity?

I think it's a face
your character spent

a lifetime building.

Well, I'm no connoisseur,
but I'd say this was

a pretty good portrait.

Why didn't he bring in
this stuff himself?

Technically, he's hiding
from the media.

He's seen the way
you react to me.

He wants to convince
me he's being set up,

and he's hoping you'll
slip through

the chinks in my armor.

He underestimates you.

Lee doesn't make many mistakes,

but when he does,

disaster.

[chanting]

[screaming]

[Andy] Ah, here we are.

[phone ringing]

Andy, the techies have
cracked Guy Hamilton's PC.

And?

We found drafts of
letters to his solicitor

about a new will.

Guy wanted to cut off son
James without a penny.

Everything was going
to Katherine.

Right, soon as I get
back, the solicitor,

then James Hamilton.

Well, how long you gonna be?

Ah, about an hour.

An hour?!

We ought to get cracking
on this!

Yeah, I know, but...

Okay, right, we'll...

Look, I'll be back in an hour.

So, how's it been?

Great.

Fine.

Not a single fag has
touched my lips.

No lapses or cravings?

No.

If a suspect does this
when he's answering you,

you know he's lying.

All right, I did root
around in the kitchen bin

for a fag, but it
was just the once.

What happened?

I was strung out.

Bad dream.

Tell me about it.

I can't.

It's about a case
I'm investigating.

That I should be investigating
now.

Does that often happen?

Having bad dreams
about your cases?

No, look, can we just--

Dreams can be a way
the unconscious mind

uses to get your attention.

Remind you about something
that you've seen or thought,

but not attached sufficient
importance to.

Well that kind of unconscious
message can

even break through
when you're awake.

You would call it a hunch.

So, don't get anxious.

Pay attention.

Okay, can we--

Get on with it, of course.

Now, just relax, and
close your eyes.

[eerie music]

[chanting]

[screaming]

[dramatic music]

[Peter] How did you know?

Call it a hunch.

A hunch?

You?

It was a dream, all right?

Last night.

What?

Signs and wonders.

You acting on a dream.

The end of the world
must be nigh.

Is this your father?

Yeah.

Oh!

It's caught up with
him at last, hasn't it?

What?

Evil.

I've always tried to
tell them there's

no such thing as happy-clappy
witchcraft.

Did you know your parents
were cutting

you out of their will?

No.

Makes sense though.

After that business with
the prosecution.

Well, as it stands, you're
going to do very nicely.

There's Oliver.

I mean he'll get
Katherine's share won't he?

No, because she died
within three months

of your parents you
get everything.

No, I couldn't.

You're the master butcher.

Handy with a cleaver.

Do you have any real
evidence that links

me to these murders?

No, of course you don't.

We'll be in touch, James.

So, don't you and your
alibi go taking

any extended dirty
weekends in Rio!

Movie's about to start.

Right.

What's that?

Your favorite.

Spanish drinking chocolate
with chili pepper.

Semolina and?

Blackberry jelly.

I'm feeding my inner child.

Your inner child only
surfaces when

your inner demons
are chasing him.

I feel quite alarmingly
relaxed and jolly, thank you.

Drink your filthy Spanish
drinking chocolate.

Tamzin!

I've examined the will
that DC Spicer brought in,

and it corresponds exactly
with a copy I have on file.

So, it's the latest will?

Yes.

We printed these from
files on Guy Hamilton's PC.

Letters addressed to
you regarding a new will

that disinherited
James Hamilton.

And here it is.

It's not signed.

They made an appointment
to come in and review it

on the 2nd of November.

But by then they'd gone
wherever good Wiccans

go when they die.

So, the old will stands?

And James is the sole
beneficiary, now Katherine's
dead.

Correct.

Unless--

He snuffs it within the
next couple of months,

then the Dragons get everything.

Correct again.

Not a Dragon yourself, are you?

No, why?

When I mentioned
Wiccans just now,

you didn't bat an eyelid.

Doctors and solicitors,
superintendent,

keepers of secrets.

I've seen you before.

Halloween.

Leaving the farm.

You almost clobbered my car.

Ah, then I'm sorry.

Good party?

Katherine was a generous
hostess.

How long had you been
sleeping with her?

Oliver told you?

Call it a hunch.

A year give or take.

Why didn't you tell
us about the affair?

I'm in the legal profession.

I know what harm too
much information can do.

Did you see her the
night she died?

Briefly.

At the farm.

Could've made an arrangement
with James.

Suppress the new will for
a share of the estate.

Yeah, but did he
kill her for it?

Or just took the opportunity
when it came along.

No, no, 'cause if he loved her.

If.

Anyroad,

women come and go, but
percentage is forever.

As you can see damage
to the father

is the mirror image
of the daughter.

The entire right half
of the torso,

including spine and
genitals, gone.

It's the same, I mean
identical, compound

of mercury, gold, and sulfur
in his eyes and brain.

Toxicology?

Negative.

No fluid in the lungs this time,

but it's the same symbol
in the chest.

Made with the same
kind of blade?

Similar.

And talking of blades, the
striations left by the saw

are a match.

Can you say what killed him?

He was electrocuted.

Time of death?

He died before she did.

Probably not more than 12 hours
after his wife was killed.

Both sets of prints from
baths and from Arkham.

They've got the same
gouge in the left sole.

They're size 9 1/2
Schnell First Olympiads.

Pretty rare in the UK,
and very expensive.

Well, I'll contact
all the importers.

They shouldn't be too
hard to track down.

Yeah, well, I got this from
Lee Knight's official website.

It was a charity event
in London last July.

Bloody hell.

Yes, I've got a pair of these.

Did you wear them
at Arkham House,

when you did the
immersion stunt?

No, why?

[Peter] Can we see them, please?

Sure, come this way.

I don't understand it.

I wore them a couple
of weeks ago.

Shit!

Maybe Tamzin could
help us find them.

She's not here.

So, I've noticed.

Try her mobile.

She's not answering.

Do you know where she is?

Someone is trying to set me up.

Jean Hamilton and her daughter,

the Liquid Ox in her lungs.

Now, you're asking me
about a pair of trainers

I might've worn at Arkham,

and now, I can't find them.

What have you found
there, at Arkham?

Guy Hamilton,

or what's left of him.

We have to find Tamzin.

She's in danger.

When Tamzin brought
in the hate mail,

she told me she'd been trying
to shake Knight for yonks.

And what did you say?

Told her how, I suppose.

Maybe helped her
make up her mind.

Andy.

Well, Peter whatever
some bastard might,

or more likely might not,

be trying to do to
Mr. Mephistopheles,

Tamzin leaving the bugger
is just a coincidence.

I'm not worried.

We should get a warrant.

Search this place properly.

By all means.

Organize a trainer hunt.

Me, I'm going back to
see young Oliver.

I want to know why he
didn't tell the sergeant

he was at the farm the
night Katherine was killed.

So, now you think he might've
got violent afterwards?

Maybe.

And maybe we should've
questioned him yesterday,

when I suggested it.

[eerie music]

What was it?

A spell that went wrong?

It was going right

until you saved me.

See, that's the thanks
you get for French kissing

him back to the land
of the living.

It looked like a pathetic
fantasy suicide to me.

A curse feeds off the
energy that you give it.

You feed a curse with a
lifeforce, it can do anything.

The Japanese say that a suicide

is meant to kill two people.

Mine would have.

Why didn't you tell
us about Katherine

and the slimy solicitor?

You're scared of him.

He's a powerful magus.

It was his fault that
Katherine died.

Eh?

That last evening we
worked a ritual.

They evoked a spirit,

sent it to do Knight harm.

Knight must be protected
or it was worked wrong

and Katherine--

The threefold return.

Threefold again.

One of you lot should try
a hospital corners curse,

it might be safer.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.

Fancy meeting you here.

You brought Oliver some
Lucozade and Maltesers have you?

We're on our way to see Steven.

Visiting hours are
over you know?

We felt we had to come.

That Steven needed us.

He complained of agonizing
chest pains,

and then, went into arrest.

Brought him round twice.

The third time, goodnight,
goodbye, and good luck.

He died three times?

Yeah, you could say that, yeah.

The threefold return.

Hello.

May I speak to Mr. Dalziel
or Mr. Pascoe, please?

I'm afraid they're not
here, Mr. Knight.

Lee.

Well, could you try the
incident room for me?

Incident room.

Sorry, there doesn't seem
to be anybody up there.

All right, can you give
them a message for me?

Of course.

What the hell are you
doing in here?!

[Lee] Trying to help.

You realize I could arrest
you for this?!

You realize that in
three minutes you could

be at your desk reading a file,

but not quite remembering
how you got there.

You couldn't do that.

Did the desk clerk tell
you I was up here?

Where's the fat controller?

Well, he's...

That nickname, my wife
came up with it.

Your ex-wife.

You still love her.

What?

It's in your voice.

But the nickname I--

Think of a team.

Any name you like.

Look at me and see it.

See the letters.

W starts with.

Weald?

Wealdy, right?

I don't believe.

It must be a trick.

Of course, it's a trick.

[Peter] How?

Pluck out the heart of
my mystery, would you?

It's a question of seeing
things others

don't know how to see.

Concentrated observation.

I've made a fortune from it.

I'm an asset, use me.

No, I--

Look, no matter what the
fat controller thinks,

I love Tamzin,

and she's in trouble.

I know it.

I can show you what
that sigil means,

and tell you why it's there.

You're looking cheerful.

I am.

Thanks for the advice.

So, what happens next?

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

Oh!

Shit.

[bowl chimes]

I use it to condition
volunteers.

I'm a connoisseur of stimuli.

The right ones awaken
powerful resonances.

The demons on our shoulders
whistle in our ears,

and we dance to their tune.

Did you use this
on Guy Hamilton?

Yes.

What is this book?

Pseudomonarchia Daemonum.

A who's who and how
to of demons.

And the methods forcing
them to follow your bidding.

This one's about 500 years old,

and worth more than this house.

A genuine grimoire?

I didn't think these
things really existed.

The demon Andraseth

Visitur forma angelica.

Andraseth has an angel's
body and a raven's head.

His sharp sword can
kill the magician.

So, you'd better think twice
before you disturb him?

But someone did.

Probably using one of the
more dangerous editions

of this grimoire,

and so, your killer who believes

in this stuff got possessed.

What's the point of
marking the corpses

with the symbol?

As a seal of ownership.

And the mercury,
gold, and sulfur?

Spiritual Super Glue.

Your killer intends to
trade for his freedom.

The demon inside him
gets to take possession

of a composite body,

and all the souls within it.

So, he's totally insane.

Yes,

or right.

It's a matter of faith.

Not yours?

A circle of art?

If your enemy believes in guns,

you'd better believe in
bulletproof vests.

Magicians believe it
can't be penetrated.

So, inside it I'm safe.

Better safe than sorry.

So, now you realize
the kind of utterly

lost soul you're looking for.

Which is why you're so
worried about Tamzin.

[floor softly creaking]

[Woman] Good morning,
Dr. Sinclair.

Can I ask for a professional
opinion?

You can ask, but I can't
guarantee I'll be able to
answer.

Supposing somebody
believed they were cursed,

and that the curse
would kill them,

could they actually
die because of it?

Because of the belief?

Yeah.

This is hypothetical, or
part of an investigation?

Yes, the power of
autosuggestion can be fatal.

Happens all the time.

Especially with Voodoo.

That's a prime example of--

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Dalziel.

It's my fault.

What?

If I hadn't called her in.

It's the same killer.

The symbol's been carved
on her chest.

And this time's he's
taken just the arms.

Have you seen the footprints?

Yeah, we got trainer
prints again

from the mess on the floor.

A match for the other
two scenes.

Lee Knight?

No, he wouldn't be stupid
enough to wear them again.

In fact, it tends to
prove his point.

Somebody is trying
to set him up.

Yeah, and they wouldn't
know that you'd spoken

to him about them.

Or he could be three
jumps ahead of us.

Playing some kind of
weird double bluff.

Time of death?

Reasonably educated guess,
between four and five

this morning.

Sir, the computer
had hibernated.

And when SOCO were dusting
for prints, it woke up.

And?

[Kim] This is the last
thing she was working on.

It's her analysis
of the case files.

Print it.

Invocation is an invitation
to a demon

to take temporary possession
of the magician's body.

For someone suffering from
dissociative disorder,

this is potentially
catastrophic.

She means they might take
up squatter's rights.

So, the person thinks
they're possessed, yes?

Blah, blah, blah, symbol
and the mercury

are part of a ritual
designed to free the killer

from the perceived possession.

Unable, at this time,
to identify the symbol.

I have.

Lee Knight told me.

He was waiting for me here
when you dropped me off.

I went back to his place and--

You what?

He showed me the symbol
in some old book,

and explained what
the killer's doing.

It's just like it says here.

But the point of taking
the parts of the bodies

is to make a new one
as a sort of sacrifice

to the possessing spirit.

The killer's trying to get
the monkey off his back.

And Knight knows this?

How?

He's an expert.

He'd know it if he was
the killer, wouldn't he?

Can I get him to call you back?

No, wait a minute, he's
just walked in.

Sir?

What?

Anonymous caller.

She'll only speak to you.

Thanks.

Dalziel.

Superintendent.

Tamzin.

Hello, love.

I'm glad to hear
your voice, we--

I need to meet you.

It's Lee.

He killed them, I've
got evidence.

What kind of evidence?

I need to see you.

I can meet you anywhere, but...

Do you know Walden's Hill?

Of course, I know it.

But can't you just come
into the station?

No.

No, no, I can't.

All right, what time?

Tonight at 11.

Tamzin, where are you?

[eerie music]

[Tamzin] Superintendent.

Christ!

I've had heart attacks,
you know.

I can see how you managed
to slip away from Knight.

He did it.

He killed them.

[gasps]

[screams]

[groaning]

[eerie music]

[Andy] I saw the photos, Peter.

Well, the search team
can't find anything

at Walden's Hill,

or at Knight's house.

He's burned them by
now, hasn't he?

Christ knows what he's
done with Tamzin.

Did you see him

on the hill?

No, I told you I turned

Ow!

You should get that
neck looked at.

-[Andy] No.
-Let me see.

Well, looks like a couple
of insect bites.

Burns.

A taser.

You got zapped by a taser.

And Scarman thought that Guy
Hamilton had been electrocuted.

That's how the victims
are being immobilized.

I wonder where the
bugger's hidden it.

We can't hold him, Andy.

You should've seen those
bloody photographs.

I wish I had.

But charge him on the strength
of some missing trainers,

and some photographs
we don't have?

The president of the Lee
Knight fan club has spoken.

Well, guess what, I'm
not bloody listening.

It's not him, I know it.

You spent hours with the bugger.

Let him fiddle with
your frontal lobes

while me back was turned.

It only took him a minute
to make me forget my name!

It's not him.

Call it a hunch.

Andy?

Shut up.

Oh no.

What is it?

When I said we needed
a profiler,

and I told you about Sinclair.

I asked how you knew about her.

I didn't know how
I knew about her.

I went to Arkham House
because of a dream.

I dreamed Guy Hamilton
was there.

When Tamzin called and asked
to meet on Walden's Hill,

I'd already dreamed
I met her there.

I don't understand.

Have you seen me smoking?

Your hypnotherapist.

Samantha Mantell.

How could I have been
so bloody stupid?

[Peter] Samantha Mantell
open up, police!

Does the name Samantha
Mantell mean anything to you?

One of these is from the DVLA,

the other's her passport photo.

That's Hannah.

Hannah Cross, she was a student.

One of my students at Oxford.

What's she done?

Looks like you knew
her pretty well.

Intimately for a while.

What's she got to do with this?

Who dumped who?

I walked away from it.

Why?

Hannah got hooked
on Hermetic magic.

Got uncomfortable
to be around her.

Who hooked her?

I introduced her to magic,
all kinds of magic, but--

Was the breakup acrimonious?

She sort of stalked
me for a few months,

then she dropped out of college.

I don't know why.

Has she hurt Tamzin?

Is that what this is about?

Do you have any idea where
she might have gone to ground,

if she was being hunted?

No.

No, I haven't.

What's happened to Tamzin?

Like you care.

I've seen the way you treat her.

No, you haven't.

You have no idea of...

Of what?

We've got no right to hold him.

He's one cannon I can
stop from getting loose,

so he stays here for as
long as I can wangle it.

For his own safety.

Yeah, right.

Lilith.

A magical alias.

Many of us use them.

Who brought her into the group?

Katherine.

In the days before she left us,

and took the left-hand path.

When exactly?

Before or after Guy
and Jean had been

in Lee Knight's experimental
murder?

Not long after.

Well, why didn't you include
her in your list of members?

She's one of 50 or
60 visiting witches

about whom we know very
little or nothing.

Some of them even wear
masks to hide their faces.

[yelling]

Thank you very much,
good evening.

[suspenseful music]

Please.

Please.

Oh please!

No, no!

Hannah Cross dropped
out of college

because she was hospitalized.

Dissociative identity disorder.

[Kim] Yeah, and her doctor was--

Peta Sinclair.

Correct.

The treatment was pretty brutal.

Electroconvulsive therapy
and some experimental drugs.

Hannah changed her
name, by deed poll,

to Samantha Mantell a year after

her discharge from hospital.

And the fingerprint bureau
have matched fingerprints

found in Mantell's house
to prints lifted

from Tamzin's things
at Knight's house.

And her prints were
on the tarot cards.

Superintendent,

Lee Knight on the phone.

What?

He can't be.

He's banged up downstairs.

Knight?

Where the bloody hell are ya?

Hannah broke into my house,

she left a, call it a challenge.

She's got Tamzin here
down at Gill Woods.

Standing stones on the hill.

The greyfriars.

Knight stay away from her.

You know what she wants.

She's gonna kill you.

Let her try.

Knight, let us sort out
this bloody mess.

Yeah, right.

You've done such a
great job so far.

Look, I've got to do this.

Knight.

Hold on.

[vomiting]

[whimpering]

[taser crackling]

Ah!

Ah!

Lee, a fool for love.

Tamzin?

Still crazy after
all these years.

[taser crackling]

[groans]

My name is Legion
for we are many.

But not after tonight.

I'd ask you to give me a hand,

but what I need is your head!

Your head!

[crying]

Your head!

Head!

[taser crackling]

Lord of the threescore legioned,

forgive me.

Accept this gift
of angelic form.

Take these souls from me.

Accept this sacrifice.

I beg that you hear me!

I beg that you spare me!

Pardon one who has
been your servant!

I beg that you hear me!

I beg that you hear me!

[whispering]

No.

No, no, no.

No!

No!

Get out!

Get out!

Over here.

Oh God.

Tamzin.

Are you okay?

[Tamzin] Where is she?

Gone.

What was left her mind broke
when the ritual didn't work.

Didn't it?

It couldn't have.

Look, you don't have
to worry about her.

Ironic, isn't it?

She hypnotized me.

Made me do it.

I was beginning to think Lee was

so guilty of all
kinds of things.

He was my guardian angel.

I thought you might
like these back.

King of swords.

Remember?

What does it mean?

Someone fair, perceptive,
and kind.

A soldier or a lawmaker.

Someone who would free
me from the past,

and from danger.

You did all you could.

I'm sorry about Lee.

I...

No, keep it.

For luck.

[Andy] Look after yourself.

[eerie music]