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[suspenseful music]

[sirens blaring]

[weeping]

[siren blaring]

[Radio Announcer] The
jury at the murder trial

of Weatherton teenagers,
Kit Denso and Jamie Croft,

is expected to return its
verdict later on today.

Michael Wheeler stands accused
of the murder of both boys.

[Kevin] So how did
he know your lad?

Truancy officer.

Oh yeah, that's right,
that's right.

Same thing with all
of them, right?

Even that one that got
away, what were his name?

[ominous music]

I couldn't believe they made
him face him again in court.

[horn honking]

[crowd yelling]

Bastard!

It's on the house.

I hope they do him
right, you know?

Hanging would be
too good for him.

[reporters yelling]

[spectators yelling]

[rock music on radio]

* You feel a rift inside

* And I'm a matter
of molly side *

* And to keep me satisfied

* Let me be your--

[Bailiff] All rise!

[ominous music]

Members of the jury,
upon count one.

Do you find the defendant,
Michael Wheeler,

guilty or not guilty of
the murder of Kit Denso?

Not guilty.

[spectators yelling]

[Judge] Order in court!

Upon count two, do you
find the defendant

guilty or not guilty of
the murder of Jamie Croft?

[Juror] Not guilty.

[spectators yelling]

[Judge] Order in court!

And this is the verdict
of you all?

It is.

Thank you.

Would you sit down, please?

-Tossers!
-Dean!

Are you stupid?

Didn't you listen to me?

He told me what he
done to Jamie!

Leave it, leave it!

I'd be dead if I hadn't
got away from that psycho!

Stupid bastards!

[spectators yelling]

Why didn't they believe Dean?

Wheeler kidnapped him,
told him he killed our son.

We only ever had Dean's
word for that.

There were no witnesses,

no evidence to support
his claim at all.

Well, you believe
him, don't you?

You know I do.

It was that smarmy lawyer
of Wheeler's.

Pushing Dean in the witness
box so's he lost it.

Making him out to be
a druggie and a liar.

I'm afraid that may have given

the jury cause for
a reasonable doubt.

And what if it were
one of their kids?

There couldn't have been
reasonable doubt then.

You must have known what
they'd do to him.

Why'd you put us
through all this?

There were fibers
from your son's

jacket in the boot
of Wheeler's car.

Destroyed by an unfortunate

fire in the forensics lab, aye.

I do know that I've had to sit
through five weeks of that.

[Pascoe] Without evidence we--

Don't finish that sentence.

Don't say we could have got
Wheeler because you didn't.

Now he's free and he's
laughing at us.

Thanks, Pascoe, thanks
for everything.

[punk music]

What happened?

They let him go.

Wouldn't listen to me.

It's not your fault, it's over.

Over?

It's only just starting.

What have you done?

Dean!

Just a little community service.

Doing some DIY.

You've been to his house!

Look, you've gotta
stay away from him.

I'm gonna make his life
a bloody misery.

No, you can't win this way.

You've gotta hide,
pick your moment.

No.

Yes.

Stay with me.

What, with you?

With me.

Merlin!

Merlin!

Merlin, leave it!

Oh, my God!

[dog barking]

[galloping]

Hang Christ!

See?

Teddy bears do picnic
in the woods.

What in flaming O'Flarence's
name are you doing back, Mason?

I've got no time for
small talk, dough boy.

Now, he's been dead
approximately five hours.

Probable cause of death;
massive blunt force trauma

to the skull, left frontal,

resulting in a fatal
cerebral hemorrhage.

What's your hurry?

[Mason] Clamorous legions
of dead eternally protest,

pitiless, reproachful,
they spare me no rest.

Hope you haven't helped
yourself to

a bit his wife could
have identified him by.

What do you got, Posh?

Kevin Noel Jennings, age 25.

Wallet, driving license
and the photo matches.

Two credit cards and 52
pounds and 25 pence in cash.

Not a pear-shaped mugging, then.

Next of kin?

Baines is working on it.

What's wrong with this picture?

[Dalziel] Other than Mason

didn't tell us he'd
been in a scrap?

Weather's been perishing
all week.

There's no coat, no body
warmer, just a shirt.

So, he was done somewhere warm.

Or the killer nicked his jacket.

[Pascoe] Look at the wrists.

Shirt cuff's been torn off.

The dog that found him did that.

Frisky fido. [cell
phone ringing]

Spicer.

Well, I don't see
it lying around.

Maybe he ate it.

Happen we should get his owners

to tell us what comes to pass?

Sir, they found the
victim's car.

Looks like he was about
to change the wheel.

And someone stopped to help.

And the good Samaritan turned
out to be the grim reaper.

Shame he didn't stop
near a traffic camera.

And the mobile on the
passenger's seat.

When it's dusted we'll
see if he phoned a friend.

[loud music]

[doorbell ringing]

Hello?

Anyone home?

Mrs. Jennings?

Bruce Willis, I presume?

Looks like Dutch skunk.

Stoner's brand of choice.

Could be a couple grand's
worth there.

Hey!

Watch my lips.

We're looking for
Sandra Jennings.

Is she here?

[sniggers]

I'm arresting you on suspicion

of possession of cannabis
with intent to supply.

We could go to London.

Wheeler can't find us there.

And leave a wicked
dust like this?

Are you mental?

We could get a fresh start.

Find work, maybe.

Nobody gets a fresh start.

They do.

Sometimes.

What, you mean you?

You never talk about
your past, do you?

Nothing to say.

Of course, there is.

Come on, tell us.

Where'd you grow up?

Here and there, mostly there.

What about your parents?

What about them?

It's mental, isn't it?

Being a parent.

My mom was my age
when she had me.

Can you imagine having
a kid at this age?

Can't imagine anything worse.

[laughs]

You make me laugh.

Here, you want some of this?

I know it's only
been a few weeks,

but since I met you
I don't wanna be

on my own again with
no one, no one at all.

You don't know what that's like.

Nothing is gonna happen to me.

I'm the Mean Dean Machine!

Well hard aren't I?

Don't even know what hard is.

Oh, and you do?

Yeah.

Please come home.

Please.

[somber music]

[urinating]

[thudding]

[ominous music]

[grunting]

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

[Creepy Voice] Bridget?

Who is this?

[Creepy Voice] Jamie loved you.

What?

[Creepy Voice] That
big, bad boy.

At the end, when he broke,

all he did was cry for you.

[slamming]

Who was that?

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

[Creepy Voice] Do you
know why your son died?

Who the hell are you?

[Creepy Voice] Do you know?

Jamie died because
you failed him.

You are a sick bastard.

[gasping and panting]

The blow to the head caused
a complex depressed fracture,

which resulted in cerebral
hemorrhage.

Now, if the assailant wanted to

knock him out, the
blow was too hard.

If he wanted to kill him
immediately, it wasn't hard
enough.

He didn't die right away?

No, from the nature of
the bleed and the bruising

to the scalp tissue,
I'd say he lived

for about an hour after
he was struck.

And the blunt instrument
in question was a?

Beats me.

But you can see the bruise.

Something like the end
of a poker, maybe.

A length of rod with a
ball on the end of it,

maybe, inch and a
half in diameter.

[Pascoe] Could have
been a priest.

Clunked him with
a loaded rosary,

three hail Marys and
one hail to St. Peter.

Keeper's priest.

Yeah, could be.

It's a club for finishing
off wounded game.

[Pascoe] About so long.

I suspect the assailant was
going for the sweet spot here.

Now, the bone is very thick.

A solid blow here could
jar the brain

hard enough to result
in unconsciousness.

What about this?

That's just damage from
canine, canines.

Internal organs are normal.

No sign of sexual interference
or recent sexual activity.

Pending toxicology it's
farewell, cruel world,

from a nasty bump on the head.

[somber music]

[ominous music]

[grunting and crying]

[muffled yelling]

[crying]

Where's my kids?

Your mother's looking
after them.

Can't Kevin have them?

I'd rather that you...

What?

Your husband is dead.

An accident?

Driving?

He was attacked.

Murdered, yesterday
around 10 a.m.

Where were you at that time?

Home, with the kids.

[Pascoe] By home, you
mean Gareth Bass's place?

Yeah.

[Pascoe] Was Bass there?

Where was Bass?

Out, I don't know where.

You have to ask him.

[Pascoe] When did you
last see Kevin?

About a week ago.

He came round, wanted
us to come back.

Was Bass there?

Kev went for him.

He came off worse.

Yeah, so the neighbors told us.

They also heard Kevin threaten
to shop Bass for dealing.

Is that why Bass killed him?

Killed?

No, he wouldn't have done.

[Pascoe] Does Bass
own a transit van?

No, just the truck.

Maybe one of his friends does.

Gareth don't have any friends.

Just customers and suppliers.

And you, you moved in with him.

I moved in with what he sells.

Seen Kevin Jennings recently?

Kev?

Oh, every day, can't
get enough of him.

Aye, brothers, we are.

[Dalziel] Is that why you beat
the crap out of each other?

Us fight?

Never.

Where were you between nine
and 12 yesterday morning?

At home.

Ask the neighbors, they'll
have seen me truck outside.

A flock of little
birds tell us that

Kevin was gonna shop
you for dealing drugs.

I don't deal!

Anything that you
found at my place

were for personal use only.

Anyway, what's this
fascination with Kevin?

He was murdered.

Yesterday morning between
nine and 12.

So, second chance.

Where were you?

Home.

Of course, it's him.

Who else could it be?

There are a lot of weird
people out there.

It's Wheeler!

Mr. and Mrs. Croft, what's uh--

Wheeler's been ringing us.

Talking about Jamie,
how he tortured him.

You sure it's Wheeler?

Aye.

I mean, he's using a voice
changer, but it's him, alright.

Free as a bird.

Free to torture us,
thanks to you.

Look, he'd have to be pretty
stupid to be doing this.

Sick.

He just has to be sick.

When did the calls start?

Last night.

Superintendent.

It's Wheeler, I know it is.

We'll have recording
gear installed

in your house by tonight.

Whoever it is, we'll
nail the bastard.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You're an educated swine.

What do they call those
nasty little urges

that start off as one thing
then end up as something else?

Paraphilias.

So what are you saying?

That he tortures boys rather
than admit to other urges?

And gets his rocks off that way.

That wouldn't account for the

phone calls to the
victim's parents.

Pascoe.

Karen.

Please, try to calm
down, I can't underst--

How long's he been missing?

After he went out of
court he never come home.

Have you tried his mobile?

He's not answering.

I've left messages.

He always answers my messages.

Always?

Did you see the way Wheeler
looked at him in court?

It was like some kind of animal.

And that wasn't just
hate in his eyes.

That was something else,
not a threat, a promise.

We won't let anything
happen to Dean.

But he's already tried
to get him once.

Why didn't those people
believe Dean?

Why?

Superintendent, Inspector.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Had a few visitors
already by the look of it.

Who do you reckon did this?

Who do you think would
spell that word with an E?

Dean Bennett's gone missing.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

[Pascoe] Mind if we
take a look inside?

Do you have a warrant?

I can get one.

Oh, don't trouble yourself.

Be my guest.

It's not as if you don't know
your way around the place.

Have you seen Dean?

Not since yesterday in court,

when I was found innocent.

I doubt I'll see Dean again.

He'll wait until I'm out
to re-vandalize the place.

Did any of the neighbors
see him do this?

I don't know.

We're not on speaking
terms at the moment.

I'm something of a social leper.

I have you to thank for that.

It's my pleasure.

As a result of your malicious

and totally unsubstantiated
charges,

I've lost my livelihood
and my reputation.

I will be seeking compensation!

[tense music]

See you in court, one
way or another.

If you've hurt Dean Bennett,

I'll bloody well swing for you.

No, you won't.

No one swings these days.

No matter how many times
they've killed.

[Pascoe] We should get
surveillance on him.

[slamming]

[ominous music]

[gasping]

[muttering]

[gagging and spitting]

[splattering]

Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry!

Here.

Thanks for that.

Please, let me buy
you another one.

It's fine.

[Girl] No, really, I insist.

Alright.

Never been one to turn down
a drink from a pretty girl.

What was it, coffee?

Where's that accent from, then?

Are you German?

Johannesberg, South African.

Long way from home, aren't you?

I'm on my way up to visit
some relatives in Scotland.

Lucky them.

What's your drink?

Don't worry about it.

You sure?

Yeah, save your pennies.

You'll need them
for your travels.

Thanks, and I'm so sorry again.

Excuse me, sir, I don't suppose

you're passing through
York tonight?

Can't stop, miss.

Excuse me, sir, I don't suppose

you're passing through York?

No, best of luck.

[ominous music]

To York?

Yes, thank you so much!

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

[Creepy Voice] Bridget, how
nice to hear your voice.

Please, leave me alone.

Please.

[Creepy Voice] Oh, you
sound just like Jamie.

Why are you so upset
that he's dead?

After all, you tried to
kill him once, didn't you?

He was three months old,
one not-so-happy bath time.

The water was just deep enough.

You shit!

[Creepy Voice] Mark
told Jamie when you were

in hospital having your
nervous breakdown.

Do you think that's why
he became so unstable?

Resentful, rebellious?

Because he sensed deep down
that you never loved him?

He knew I loved him.

I didn't want a baby,
I was so young.

[crying]

I couldn't even look after
myself, but I learned.

He knew I loved him.

[Creepy Voice] Oh, did he?

That's not what he told me.

How he cried--

You vicious, twisted bastard!

[Creepy Voice] I'm not
the one who betrayed her.

Oh, and tell Pascoe that his
trace is a waste of time.

Things were so bad.

You were in hospital
and I didn't

know if you were
ever coming back.

Jamie just kept going
on and on and on.

He missed you so much.

I just...

I shouldn't have
told him, Christ.

I just lost the plot, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Maybe Wheeler's right.

Maybe I couldn't love Jamie--

No.

That bastard doesn't
even know you.

Doesn't even know us.

It's just a sick, evil game.

We can't lay up on it, we can't.

[ominous music]

[splashing]

[Creepy Voice] Tell Pascoe

that his trace is
a waste of time.

Ignoring the radiophonic
work shop stuff,

it could be Wheeler.

The phrasing's right.

Well, whoever it is, it sounds
like they're the killer.

Because of the baby's
bath time stuff?

Jamie could have told
that to one of his mates,

or maybe his dad shot
his mouth off

to someone in the family.

Well, the distortion's
pretty impressive.

It's better than your average
plug-in voice changer.

Spicer!

You got that bloody
phone trace yet?

The calls were traced to
a pay-as-you-go mobile.

No way to identify the owner.

What about transmitter
locations?

Well, the service provider gives

a different relay location
for each night,

both on the outskirts
of the town.

Tell Pascoe his trace
is a waste of time.

[somber music]

[telephone ringing]

[gasps]

Jamie!

Hello again, Dean.

The girl is dead.

[crying]

Would you like to see
what's left of her?

No?

She was nothing.

A menace to herself
and to society.

Like you.

But you can live.

I'm giving you another chance.

It's your choice.

I admire your courage.

In a way, that's why
you're still living.

Escaping from me last time,
confronting me in the court.

Impudent, of course,
but what spirit.

[crying]

You could have an extraordinary
life with my help.

But you have many
lessons to learn.

Hard lessons.

Jamie, Kit, Graham, David,

and the others, they
wouldn't learn.

Everything I do is for
the best, for you.

I want you to be very still.

Do you understand?

[screaming]

Still, still!

Still, still, still,
still, still, still.

Shh, shh!

Struggle and you lose a lip.

[grunting]

Oh, you don't trust me?

Quite insulting.

I'll let it pass just this once.

I haven't tampered with this.

There, you see?

[grunting]

Good behavior is rewarded.

Bad behavior is punished.

A lesson your mother should
have taught you long ago.

So...

No one saw her jump.

Though, there were
several people

outside when she hit the ground.

No one else see it
on the balcony?

No, sir.

Is Mr. Croft inside?

Yes, sir.

How'd he find out?

A neighbor called him at work.

Alright, thanks.

[somber music]

Mark?

I'm so terribly sorry.

If there's anything I can do.

[glass shattering]

Just go away.

[crying]

[crashing]

Dead girl, no ID.

How's Croft taking it?

How do you think?

Stop off for a quick
one, did we?

Drop it, Andy.

She's been dead about 18 hours.

She's lost a lot of blood.

Probably before she
went into the water.

And I know who killed
her; a priest.

What?

Left frontal, same bruise we
found on your man Jennings.

As you can see, the blow
was nowhere near as savage.

Lucky, really, since her
skull is abnormally thin.

[Dalziel] Lucky for her?

The killer.

He needed her alive
as long as possible.

Why?

Look at her ankles.

Ligature marks.

Her legs were tied and elevated.

She may even have
been suspended.

And this wound here?

That's a large bore needle
inserted into the carotid
artery.

She was bled?

Correct.

That's what killed her.

Now the average adult
female body

contains about seven
pints of blood.

The killer took five of hers.

With a little help
from her heart.

She was killed for her blood?

Christ, I hate the weird ones.

But how does that
fit with Jennings?

Yeah, well, I owe
you an apology.

Only the one?

Look here.

You see it?

No.

I took some photographs.

I compressed the wound
with a sheet of glass.

Now when the damaged tissue's
flattened out a little,

you can see here part of a
clean incision along the vein.

That's why his shirt
cuff was torn off, then;

to get at his wrist.

And here,

there's a circular bruise.

Faint, but almost perfectly
circular.

From a suction cup.

[splashing]

If the killer needs
blood for whatever

deluded or warped reason,
he probably killed the girl

so soon after Jennings because
he botched the first job.

So Gareth Bass is out
of the picture.

He was enjoying our hospitality
when the girl was killed.

Unless he knows the killer.

And suggested Jennings
might make a suitable donor.

Possible, but unlikely.

[tires screeching]

[Pascoe] Andy!

What we carrying
about with this?

Dispatch on the blower.

What about?

Prepare a television.

Crimezone Northeast.

[ominous music]

[thudding]

[grunting]

[kicking]

-[splashing]
-[gasping]

You do know who I am, don't you?

David, Graham,

Kit, Jamie and my wife.

You've got some suffering to do.

[machine clicking]

[screaming]

Sir?

[Pascoe] Yeah?

You wanted me to look
into voice changers?

Most of the stuff available is
pretty basic apart from this.

It's a software that you
can load onto a laptop,

so then if you connected a
headset and your mobile phone...

[cell phone ringing]

Pascoe.

Wait.

Sorry, could you?

Oh, yeah.

Tell me where you are.

[dramatic music]

Okay, everyone.

That's a 15 minute break.

[Host] Happy?

Fine.

I'll see you live in 45.

Superintendent, I'm afraid
they need you in makeup.

This isn't toilet paper.

I didn't slip and stick
me head down the bog.

I've had makeup.

[Host] Yeah, I'm afraid
you need more.

[engine revving]

[Mark] Pascoe?

[Pascoe] Where is he?

[Mark] He's in here.

Shit!

No!

Not yet.

Tell him.

Tell him!

[screaming]

[crying]

I killed them.

Jamie.

Kit.

And?

[crying]

David and Graham.

Enough!

Get him down!

[machine whirring]

You bastard. [laughs]

Confession's worth nothing.

Kidnapping, torture.

I'll see you suffer
like your bitch

of a wife and your cretin son.

[grunting]

Dean Bennett. [crying]

Give me the knife.

Were you seen?

When you took him,
were you seen?

No.

[Pascoe] You sure?

No one saw me go in.

I waited, there's
a door from inside

through the garage to
come through that way,

put him in the boot, drove
his car out, no one saw.

-You wore those gloves?
-Yeah.

Then take them off.

The gloves, now!

Right, take my car.

Park it in the underground
car park at my place.

The address is on the insurance

documents in the glove
compartment.

The remote's on the
driver's sunshield.

Don't speed!

Try not to be seen.

When you get home, change
your clothes.

Then wait till morning
and dump everything

you're wearing, including
the shoes, far away.

Everything.

Got it?

Yeah.

You were never at
Wheeler's place.

You were never here.

Alright, go.

Go!

[dramatic music]

Hello and welcome to Crimezone
Northeast live, as always.

Tonight we begin with an urgent
appeal from Weatherton CID.

They need your help
to stop a murderer

who has killed twice
in the last 48 hours.

We have with us tonight,
Detective Superintendent DL

from Weatherton CID.

So if you saw this van in the
vicinity of Neroche Woods,

or saw it parked in a layby,
one mile west of Stonegarth

on the A8747 on Monday
morning, please call us.

It was a busy time of day.

Hundreds of people
must have seen it.

And if they saw the van
there's a good chance

they would have seen the killer.

[Host] And this van was used
to transport both victims?

That's correct and
we've got matching

forensic evidence from
their clothing.

[suspenseful music]

[thudding]

[grunting]

[thudding]

[splashing]

[crying]

[splashing]

[exploding]

The second victim was found

in Truebridge Dock this morning.

She was dumped in the water

and stripped of any
identification.

She's medium build, five
feet, three inches tall.

She has light blue eyes
and natural blond hair.

And we think the victim
may have been a backpacker.

The condition of
her feet tells us

that she'd been doing a
lot of walking recently.

Bruising on her shoulders
is consistent

with the position
of the pack straps

and there'd been localized
wear to her clothing

that tends to reinforce
this theory.

[Host] Now, her clothing was
quite distinctive, wasn't it?

Very, and we've got
some shots here

of similar clothing being
modeled by a policewoman.

How much is it?

$3.95, please.

It's right at the bottom.

Hang on, there's more in my bag.

Oh, bedanke!

Yeah, we've had a
few calls so far,

but nothing particularly
helpful, though.

You were watching, then?

[Posh] Me and a couple
of others did.

What did Peter think?

Um, he didn't see it.

He had to rush off somewhere.

Where?

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

[Dalziel] Anything yet?

No.

[Dalziel] What's up?

Nothing.

Spit it out.

Just feeling a bit weird,
dressed like a dead person.

We're all wearing dead
people's clothes, love.

It's just a matter of time.

[telephone ringing]

Crimezone Northeast, my
name is Claire Baines.

Which case are you
calling about?

[cell phone ringing]

[Pascoe] Pascoe.

You were seen, Peter.

What?

Spicer saw you bugger off
before the program started.

You jealous of my
celebrity status?

[Pascoe] Yeah, stunned.

How about you?

That cracker got in my
head, was playing me up,

so I came home to get some rest.

Don't worry about it.

Experience has proved
your skull is thick enough

to demolish a bum-proof
shithouse.

I'm coming to get you.

Why?

To interview somebody
who saw our girl.

Unless you'd rather stop
home with the vapors.

I'll be waiting outside.

Did she sit with anyone?

No, not that I saw,
but I was busy.

[Dalziel] Can you remember
anything else about her?

How do you mean?

Was she relaxed or anxious?

Did she look ill?

No, she was fine.

She didn't say, she
had an accent.

Not from around these
parts, then?

No, it was sort of Australian.

But it wasn't Australian?

She said something to the lady
as she took her stuff away.

B something, behanky?

Bedanke?

[Witness] Could have been.

That's Afrikaans, she
was South African.

[ominous music]

[breathing heavily]

Mom.

[crying]

Who is she?

We don't know her right name,
but she calls herself Perdy.

What's she got to do with Dean?

Well, girlfriend, according
to his mates.

He never talked about her?

Dean hooked up with the lads
after he ran out of court.

They paid a visit to
Wheeler's place, trashed it.

This girl met them afterwards.

Dean went off with
her and that's

the last time anyone
saw either of them.

He never told me.

Been going on for a
couple of months.

She was living rough somewhere,
but kept it to herself.

Probably to avoid midnight
visits from randy teenagers.

[Karen] So, you're looking
for her, too?

Uniforms and detectives.

Look, it could be they're
shacked up together.

Keeping a low profile.

Or Wheeler's got both of them.

Sod it.

I can't read the
number, can you?

[Pascoe] Maybe we can
get it enhanced.

Here, sir.

Gotcha, you bugger.

[Baines] Hotel, victor, five,
four, sierra, zulu, x-ray.

Sod it, there's no scratch.

It's probably been repaired.

I can't see any sign of a
banged fill and blow job.

Well, maybe it was a good one.

We have to check the
maintenance log.

[Dalziel] How hard would it
be to mock up one of these?

Not too difficult.

Anyone handy with a stencil
and spray gun could do it.

Plus some basic mechanical
knowledge

to fit the extra lights
and so forth.

Driver's details?

Adam Norton.

That's his home address
and a list of

the shifts he's worked
in the last seven days.

How long's he been working here?

Two years, never
been any trouble,

no complaints, anything
like that.

He's even taken less
sick time than average.

Too good to be true.

When's he due in?

In about half an hour.

[dramatic music]

You think I had something
to do with a murder?

Did you?

No, I swear it.

[Pascoe] What were you doing

between 10 a.m. and
3 p.m. on Monday?

Monday?

Monday was busy.

There were at least three
breakdowns in the morning.

Check the job sheets.

Talk to the members,
they'll back me up

and my fingerprints will
be all over their cars.

What about Tuesday evening
between seven and midnight?

Tuesday, the last job
finished around six.

[Dalziel] But you didn't get
back to the depot until nine.

I was parked in Godolphin
Services

catching up on paperwork.

Had a coffee, tidied
up the van, then...

Then?

We're not supposed... [sighs]

Called in at the supermarket
and got some food and stuff.

We're not supposed to
do it on company time.

How did you pay?

Credit card.

[Dalziel] Got a receipt?

No.

I expect I binned it.

Look, if this bloke was killed
on Monday, what's this got?

[dramatic music]

Doesn't do her justice.

You know her?

No, I tripped over her
pack when I went

in the restaurant at
Godolphin Services.

[Dalziel] Did she say
anything to you?

Offered to buy me
coffee to make up

for the one I spilled
all over my uniform.

You'll find it in my
locker, stains and all.

Did you let her buy
you a coffee?

No.

[Dalziel] What else did she say?

Well, she was from Joburg on her

way to Scotland to
see relatives.

Where in Scotland?

She didn't say.

[Dalziel] When did she
leave the restaurant?

Right then, picked up
her pack and left.

[Pascoe] Did you see her again?

No.

I didn't kill her!

I spoke to her, that's all!

I did not kill her.

[ominous music]

Gotcha, Wheeler.

Serves you right, you
vicious bastard.

Who called it in?

A homeless person, from
a public phone.

He's camping over there.

Wait here.

You mind if I sit down?

Fire, I love the smell
of wood smoke.

My name's Andy.

How long you been living here?

Since summer.

I found it last summer.

I didn't build it.

Worse places to live.

Not many people come up here.

And no kids.

Kids won't leave you
alone, you have to move on.

Thanks for helping us.

You have to, don't you?

It's not right to leave it.

You found him this morning?

Did you see anything last night?

No.

I was walking by the
river onto the motor way.

I saw lights.

Any idea what time it was?

Late.

When I got back the fire
was out so, late.

You sure you didn't
see anything?

I keep myself to myself,
don't bother anybody.

I don't want any trouble.

No.

Looks like you've
had your share.

Don't you want us to
get a statement, sir?

From Shed Fred?

No, leave the poor bugger be.

Even if he did see anything,
it'd never stand up in court.

Uh, you go on.

I, um...

I'll catch up.

[police radio chattering]

No, you're alright.

Thought you might like these.

Thanks.

Thanks, chap.

You take care, alright?

[Pascoe] Well?

What?

Did he say anything more?

Shed Fred?

Who else?

I didn't see him.

It was a call of nature.

Well, actually it was more
like the yodel of nature.

We should check further
up the river.

See if we can find out
where the body went in.

It's stone and gravel all
the way to the slip road.

Pity.

Frank, tell me it was suicide.

Restore my faith in
divine intervention.

It was suicide if he stabbed

himself in the stomach
three times.

Hari kari.

The bugger's house is
like a Jap curiosity shop.

Swords and dangers
on the sideboard.

And suicide if he hit
himself with a priest.

Looks like the man with the
van has turned vigilante.

Well, if you're gonna
murder for blood,

why not take out someone
who deserves it?

Or it could be a copycat.

You didn't make the TV
broadcast until last night.

That's pretty short notice.

Till then, no one knew
about the priest.

Just the blood drinker.

And us.

Neighbors see anything?

Nothing, sir.

Was there no old fool to say he

left the garage doors
open all night?

Apparently not.

Any sign of Wheeler's car?

Not yet, sir.

But it looks like the
killer was waiting

in there and there
was a struggle.

So the killer wins the fight

then shoves the body in
the boot of his own car.

Doors are automatic.

He gets in the car,
opens the door

and drives off without
being seen.

Where did the killer get in?

Over there, sir.

He broke the window.

Any footprints outside?

Crafty bugger was on tiptoe.

[tense music]

There used to be a dagger here.

We'll have photos on file.

Could turn out to be
the murder weapon.

Van man's got a sense of irony.

Maybe Wheeler picked it up
when he heard the intruder.

Got it taken away from him.

Even better.

It takes years, doesn't it?

Years of torturing a
growing tree just to

turn it into something
stunted and weird.

Except, in his eyes
it was beautiful.

Find anything else?

No.

Right.

Where to next?

Mark Croft?

Mark?

We have to talk to him, Peter.

He thinks Wheeler killed
his kid and drove his wife

to a 10 story swan
dive onto concrete.

Yeah, but the bruise,
the priest bruise.

For our benefit.

A leak, another tip off.

Maybe Mark's got friends
I don't know about.

Uh, I won't be a minute.

Just need a quiet
word with Posh.

[tense music]

What do you want?

We'd like to know where you were

between 5 p.m. and
midnight yesterday.

I didn't kill him.

Who?

Wheeler.

It was on the news just now.

They found his body.

You don't look very
happy about it.

Bastard got what he
deserved, but...

But?

But I should have done it.

And now I won't get the
chance to make it up to them.

So where were you then, when
someone else buggered up

your chance at balancing
the scales of justice?

[Mark] Here.

All night?

Aye, all night.

Just went out this morning
to dump some rubbish.

Spring cleaning?

I'd like to have seen the
place before you started.

You were alone?

Yeah.

No alibi, then?

There's a surprise.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

[Creepy Voice] Remember me?

Mark, who is it?

[Creepy Voice] How does it feel

to have murdered the wrong man?

No, I...

I didn't murder him.

[Creepy Voice] Don't lie to me!

You're going to suffer
for it, Mark.

You're going to burn.

Pascoe, we, it wasn't Wheeler.

This is Inspector Pascoe.

[Creepy Voice] Hello, Pascoe.

You'll never find him.

Who?

[Creepy Voice] Who?

Dean!

Have you harmed him?

[Creepy Voice] Little Deanie's
being taught a lesson.

So he's still alive?

[Creepy Voice] For now.

[dial tone ringing]

[Dalziel] I can't believe
Wheeler was innocent.

[Pascoe] No, no, he can't be.

Maybe there was two of them.

And we just heard from what
was left of the partnership.

Could be.

Spicer, I want good
news and I want it now.

We've got the forensic reports
on Adam Norton's transit.

[Dalziel] Nothing?

Nothing to indicate
that Kevin Jennings

or the female victim
had been in the van.

What about his clothes?

No trace evidence from
either of the victims.

Thanks very much.

What about his alibis?

They check out.

We'll have to let him go.

Not for 24 hours we don't.

Or longer.

Eh?

That's a list of
all the vehicles

that Adam Norton worked
on over the past year.

What are all these day
glow skidmarks in aid of?

The highlighted vehicles are

ones that were reported stolen.

And most of them
were nicked just

a few days after Norton
fixed them.

Jags, Mercs, Range
Rovers, Lexus.

Nothing cheap.

Yeah, and nothing more
than three years old.

They're usually so panicked,
stressed and grateful

that they're not
paying attention.

It's easy to clone
the keys and codes.

And you checked their addresses

when you verified membership?

Right.

A couple of days later you
paid them a visit and--

Two weeks after that their
Lamborghini's in Latvia.

I'm a car thief, not a murderer.

Who are you selling
to in the U.K?

No, no way!

I'd rather do time than
be job opportunity

for an ex-Spetsnaz sniper.

He died around 9
p.m. last night.

The wounds were inflicted
by a slim,

single-edged blade at
least eight inches long.

Sounds like the knife that's
missing from his display.

One wound punctured the stomach,

another the gall bladder,
but the one

that killed him severed
the abdominal aorta.

He would have died in seconds.

[grunting and slicing]

[Wheeler] Dean Bennett!

[Dalziel] How much blood
is left in him?

[Mason] About the usual
amount given the nature

of his wounds and his
immersion in the water.

So he wasn't bled
like the others?

[Mason] Can't find
any sign of it.

There must have been a lot
of blood from the wounds.

Maybe the killer collected that.

He may have done, but it
would have been contaminated

by bile and effusions
from the stomach puncture.

What about the priest bruise?

Similar, but not identical.

But that could be due to the
angle and force of the blow.

What are these?

Rope burns?

Abrasions and bruising, yeah.

There's similar damage
to the ankles,

thighs, backs of the knees.

Never seen anyone tied
like that before.

400 years ago injuries like his

would have been pretty common.

He was racked.

You're pulling my leg?

No, but his were.

There's extensive tearing in all

the major muscle groups
from the quadriceps

right up to the deltoids
and triceps.

His shoulders are dislocated.

And the various tissues
that hold the knees

and hips together are,
well, they're buggered.

Someone really hated him.

[Pascoe] Okay, Baines, thanks.

Forensics on Wheeler's clothes.

Traces of engine oil,
solvents, concrete dust.

[Dalziel] Anything else?

[Pascoe] Some fibers.

The kind used in car carpets.

Well, we figured he was thrown

into the boot of his own car.

Yeah.

So, apart from the dodgy
priest bruise,

the Wheeler topping doesn't
match our van man's MO at all.

What?

You're home.

Bugger off and get some kip.

[Mark] Hello?

Why didn't you tell me
about your ID bracelet?

I didn't know I'd lost
it till this morning.

I found it at Wheeler's house.

Shit!

I'm sorry.

Right, look in the sofa.

I left it between the cushions.

It's not here!

[Pascoe] No, it must be.

No, it's not here!

Well, is doesn't matter.

Forget it.

Just let me handle this.

You didn't go back
looking for it?

[Mark] No.

Or to the, to the other place?

No, I just did what
you told me to do!

Pascoe, what's happened?

Nothing.

Let me...

I'll deal with this.

[vomiting]

[tires screeching]

[Creepy Voice] Did you know

Jamie died because
you failed him?

Right, the software we sell to

government agencies,
that's uncrackable.

Lucky for you this is a
civilian version.

We anticipated it
might be used in

the commission of crimes
so we built in a pure

program generating signals
in the 40 kilohertz range.

Human hearing can only detect
frequencies up to 20 kilohertz

so the user is completely
unaware of its existence.

By analyzing the distortion
of the signal

we can see exactly
what algorithms

have been applied by
the program anytime,

even with the randomized
user-defined

distortion you're hearing now.

How long will it take
to unscramble?

I don't know exactly.

About five seconds.

[Wheeler] Do you know
why your son died?

Don't you know?

Jamie died because
you failed him.

Someone you know?

Yeah.

Should we do the other tapes?

Please.

[Wheeler] 'Cause he sensed

deep down that you
never loved him.

I'm not the one who
betrayed her.

Oh, and tell Pascoe that his
trace is a waste of time.

And now, the final call.

[Woman's Voice] Remember me?

How did it feel to have
murdered the wrong man?

You lied to me!

You're going to suffer
for it, Mark.

You're going to burn.

Hello, Pascoe, you'll
never find him.

[Dalziel] Every night?

You have no idea.

That vehicle weren't
out last night.

It was in the workshop.

You sure?

It's still in there, go
down and check for yourself!

Do you want me to impound every

van in this depot for
forensic testing?

You couldn't.

I can.

But you know he's not
using our bloody vans.

You checked for damage.

He's just using our
registration numbers!

Mind your bloody manners
or I'll have

every sodding van off
the road for a week!

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

Better.

Now, show me the lame duck.

Nasty shunt.

You should have seen
the Smartcar.

How long has it been
in dry dock?

[Martin] Since last week.

So you'll need it for testing?

It's going anywhere, is it?

No.

Right.

Well...

I've been a bit concerned
about Martin.

Since the depot expanded
his workload's doubled.

Stress is a killer.

Oh, tell me about it.

Of course, you being a
policeman, you'd understand.

But some people can take
it, others can't.

And he can't?

[Woman] He's been taking
more and more sick leave.

Plus...

What?

Well, trouble at home.

I don't know the details, but...

Did Pearce call in
sick last Monday?

Well, did he?

Yeah.

[vomiting]

Lynne!

Help me, please!

Andy, it was Wheeler who
made the first two calls.

[Dalziel] And the last one?

Sounds like a young woman.

[Dalziel] Wheeler's
little helper.

Yeah, something like that.

Must be.

You on your way back?

[Dalziel] No, Martin Pearce has

just pulled a sickie
to avoid me.

Meet me at his place.

You think he's hiding something?

Isn't everyone?

[dramatic music]

[Dr. Santham] We've given
him morphine for the pain

and phenothiazine to
control vomiting.

When can we talk to him?

Well, the treatment should
relieve his confusion,

but it could be a while before

he's stable enough to interview.

So, is he schizo or what?

No, his mental condition,
the depression,

paranoia, and occasional
hallucinations

are a symptom of his disease.

Which is?

If I said to you his
urine was violet,

would that ring any bells?

The madness of King George?

Porphyria?

Acute hepatic porphyria.

But we'll need spectroscopic

analysis to confirm
the diagnosis.

You say he's been
drinking blood?

He's murdered at least
two people to get it.

It's not uncommon.

In America, sufferers
buy it from blood banks.

It does relieve the symptoms,
and make no mistake,

the symptoms are agonizing.

I'm surprised at his
level of organization.

He must have been going
through hell.

[Woman's Voice] Little
Deanie's being taught a lesson.

For now.

But Wheeler was the original
genuine guaranteed loner.

We spent bloody weeks
working on it.

No nearest, no dearest,
no friends.

There were those cash
withdrawals we never accounted
for.

600 quid a month.

He might have been
giving the money to her.

Paying rent, a kept woman.

A kept accomplice.

Someone to watch his victims
and keep up the good work

while he was seen busy
leading his blameless life.

The clock's ticking
on Dean Bennett.

We have to find a way
to draw this girl out.

[Woman's Voice] Remember me?

How does it feel to have
murdered the wrong man?

You lied to me!

You're going to suffer
for it, Mark.

You're going to burn.

We've got one thing
working for us.

She thinks Mark Croft
killed Wheeler.

Hates him for it.

What if we got Mark to
ring the mobile she's using

and offer a trade
for Dean Bennett?

What kind of trade?

You want me to what?

Confess to killing Wheeler.

Bait her with it.

Offer yourself in
exchange for Dean's life.

But...

We'll be watching your back.

She'll know it's a trap.

It's worth a try.

Yeah, alright.

[Woman] Hello?

[Mark] Let Dean go.

[Woman] Why would I do that?

You want me, don't you?

[Woman] Dean, for you?

Is that it?

You don't want to kill Dean.

Wheeler told me.

He killed the others, not you.

[Woman] When did
he tell you that?

He told me everything when I
damn near ripped him in half.

He screamed like a wee girl and

then I knifed him in the guts.

[Woman] Shut up!

He cried then, choking
on his own blood.

[Woman] Shut up!

I'll kill you, you know that!

Yeah, I know.

But you took Jamie and Bridget.

What have I got to live for now?

[Woman] Are the police
listening, Mark?

Would I be confessing
to murder if they were?

[Woman] Tonight.

Call me again.

Not from home, in an hour.

[dial tone ringing]

[ominous music]

Dean, Dean!

He's here, I've found
him, he's alive!

He's in a bad way, quick!

It's alright, son.

She's not here.

She's not bloody well here.

[Pascoe] It's alright, Dean.

It's over, son.

We'll soon have you out of here.

Just lie still, it's over.

[tense music]

[Dean] Mom?

I'm here, love.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry, what are you sorry for?

Everything.

Shh.

It's all over now,
it's all over.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm so proud.

[crying]

[grunting and slicing]

[dramatic music]

No, no, no!

[Perdy screaming]

[panting]

They needn't have died;
Jamie and the others.

Michael was just trying
to teach 'em.

Like he taught me.

They were stubborn.

So Wheeler killed them?

They were scum.

The world's a better
place without them.

No, Wheeler was scum.

And the world's a better
place without him.

He was the first person who
ever gave a shit about me!

What about your parents?

Parent!

Father, unknown.

Mother, rented by the half
hour and I was an extra $50.

I haven't seen her
since I were 13.

When did you meet Wheeler?

Four years ago.

He never laid a finger on me!

Except, except for
discipline in the beginning.

He would have killed Dean.

Yeah.

[Dalziel] So, why did
you let him go?

Why do you think?

[Dalziel] You love him?

Then why didn't you let him go

as soon as Wheeler was killed?

I tried to get him to go away

with me before Wheeler
took him again!

But he wouldn't listen!

He should have, shouldn't he?

If he felt...

I'd have let him go anyway.

[Dalziel] After he'd
been taught a lesson?

[birds chirping]

How long have we
known each other?

11 years.

11 years.

Long time.

I saw you find it at Wheeler's.

Don't.

I checked your mobile records.

Croft phoned you
at ten past eight

on the night of the murder.

Spicer saw you leave
the station.

Was Wheeler still alive
when you found them?

Yeah.

He confessed to it
all, but then...

Then it was too late.

I'm sorry, Andy.

Sorry?

Why?

Why risk everything?

Look at him.

Those graves.

I owed it to him.

The system failed him.

Not you.

And now,

what a mess.

What am I supposed
to do now, eh?

So are you my judge?

Or are you my friend?

I don't know anymore.

[somber music]