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- I knocked something
off the bed.

I'm sorry.

It was an accident.

I'm sorry.

I just fell over.

I will never do it again.

I promise.

I promise.

I'm sorry.

I just want to be at home again.

- So what, we're here?

- Looks like it.

- Well, could you not
meet him in his studio?

- I could have but he
said he's had problems

with his students before, he
wants to check me out first.

- What kind of problems?

- Stop worrying.

I did exactly the
same thing with you

when we first met, remember?

- Yeah, well do you not think

it's a little bit dangerous?

- Look,

this is a great
opportunity for me

and he sounds like
the perfect teacher.

He was at the philharmonic,

he said he's trained loads of
students at the Royal Academy,

plus, he's local.

- So he wants to meet
you in this cafe?

- And if I'm okay, he's gonna
give me a free assessment.

That's great, isn't it?

We're gonna go through Bach's
"Cello Suite No. 1 Prélude"

and if he thinks I'm good
enough, he's gonna take me on.

- You know you're good enough.

- I'm gonna be late.

Wish me luck, love you.

- Good luck.

And you know I love you too.

I'll see you later
tonight, okay?

- Hi.

Can I get you anything?

Tea, coffee?

- I'm just waiting for someone.

- Shout if you need anything.

Hello?

Ms. Taylor?

There's a telephone
call for you.

- Hello?

Yes, it is.

Oh, yes, I know
exactly where it is,

it's just around the corner.

Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.

Okay, thanks, bye.

Thanks.

- Thanks, come again.

Customers like these, no
wonder were going bust.

- Hello?

Hello, is anyone here?

- Hey.

Eve.

Hello?

Eve, can you hear me?

Eve?

Eve?

Eve?

Eve?

- Stop!

You did it again.

It's unbelievable.

You are not
concentrating, are you?

I know you can do it right.

Stop thinking about
whatever dribble

you saw on TV last night, or
dreaming about some dirty boy.

Your parents are
paying me to turn you

into something
resembling a cellist

and I don't want to be
accused of taking money

under false pretenses.

So, we will try it again,

and then again, if necessary,

until you get it right!

Understood?

Well?

Do I make myself
perfectly clear?

- Yes, Mr. Corcoran.

I'm sorry.

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Someone help me!

Hello?

Is anybody there?

- Eve.

- Who is it?

Why am I here, what do you want?

Is this some kind of joke?

Let me go.

Let me go, I want to go home!

You can't keep me here,
I want, I want to go!

You have to let me go!

- No one is coming
to rescue you, Eve.

- No, let me go.

Open this door now!

- Just be calm, Eve,

and you won't be harmed.

- What the hell do you mean?

What the hell are
you talking about?

Are you insane?

Let me go.

Let me go!

Let me go.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Come back, please!

Please!

Let me go!

You can't keep me
here, you're mad!

- Jamie Harris?

- Yeah?

- I'm Detective
Inspector Dobson.

You're here to talk about
your girlfriend, Eve Taylor?

- Yeah, look, I told
the police yesterday

that she went missing and
you've done nothing about it.

- It's just
procedure, Mr. Harris.

We have to make sure we
have all the details.

- I told them
everything yesterday.

- I understand that, Mr. Harris,

but we do have to go
through this one more time.

- Yeah, it's procedure, right?

Look, just get on with it.

- When was the last
time you saw Ms. Taylor?

- Yesterday morning,
the Horton Cafe.

- Why was she there?

- Oh, she was meeting
her new music teacher.

- Male, female, name?

- Male.

I don't know his name.

- Did she know him before?

Did they have some
kind of friendship

or anything that you knew of?

- What?

No.

Look, I know where
you're going with this

and this has nothing
to do with me.

It's not like she left
me for another man.

- You're absolutely sure
there's no possibility.

- No, there's no argument, okay?

No other man, all right?

She's gone missing.

It's completely unlike her

and I just want you to
do your job and find her.

- I can assure you, Mr. Harris,

we've got our best
people on this.

- And the chance of
finding her alive?

- Try not to worry.

Most missing persons
do come home.

Now this music teacher
she went to see,

what instrument does she play?

- Cello.

- A cello teacher?

- Is that important?

- No, not at all.

I assure you, I'm
taking this straight

to our superintendent.

- And his name?

- Barnbrook.

Detective Chief
Superintendent Barnbrook.

- Come in.

- Morning, sir.

- Morning, Sam,
what have you got?

- Not a lot of
actual evidence, sir,

but quite an interesting theory.

- Oh, Christ, all
right, let's hear it.

- Well, there's a
lot of similarities

between this missing girl
and the Homeswood case.

No bodies, no clues.

That's why the papers called
it "The Pied Piper Case".

- Well look, what
we're dealing with here

is one missing girl.

- One of the other common
factors in the two cases

is that this new missing girl
was also having cello lessons.

- Was she?

Who from?

- Mr. Corcoran, sir.

- Giles Corcoran.

- Sorry, sir, I realize this
must be painful for you.

- Why would it be
painful for me, eh?

Could it be because it nearly
derailed my whole career?

You must know what happened.

I was crucified.

- Maybe if you haven't
been quite so visible.

- Yeah, you're quite right, Sam.

If I hadn't been on the
telly every other night

telling the whole world
how confident I was

that I'd soon nab him.

Just needed the evidence.

I was convinced he would slip
up, but no, he never did.

If I do decide to pursue
this line of inquiry,

I want you to keep
totally shtum.

I don't want the press
to get a whiff of it.

So if I open my
newspaper in the morning

and see headlines proclaiming
the return of the Pied Piper,

I will not be an happy man.

- Stop it!

Stop it, what are
you doing, stop it!

What did you do to my dog?

What did you do to my dog?

- This is my last warning.

If I catch that animal

rooting around in
my garden once more,

you'll be able to use
it as a hearth rug.

Do I make myself clear?

Fix that fucking fence, woman.

- Oh, that's an
awful thing to say!

You're just a
cruel, hateful man!

Come, come, my pet.

- It gets
easier, you know.

You become numb.

- Who are you?

Could you help me
get me out of here?

- How can I do that?

I'm not free myself.

I'm not even supposed
to talk to you.

If we talk, we get punished.

- Look, this guy's insane,
we have to get out of here.

- Forget it.

If you try, he'll kill you.

- If we work together,
we'll have a better chance.

- Please!

Just stop it.

It's not possible.

Your name's Eve?

- Yes.

- It's not just us here.

There's another girl here too...

but she won't speak.

- Oh my gosh, you mean there
are three of us down here?

He's a psycho, isn't he?

- You'll
realize soon enough.

He hasn't told
you the rules yet.

- Rules?

- He will leave
you alone for a bit.

He always does.

We can't speak anymore.

If he catches us,
he will hurt us.

- How many days
have you been here?

- Days?

I've been here about 14 years.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

- Why me?

Why me?

- Once you
resign yourself

it gets a bit better.

You're the replacement
for the last girl,

Sarah.

She wasn't here as long as us.

About five years, I think.

Sarah Andrews.

- Sarah?

What happened to her?

- I can't tell you.

- What happened to her?

- You
don't want to know.

- Tell me!

- Keep your voice down.

We can only talk when he's out

or when he's playing.

He's coming.

- Eve.

- What are you staring at?

Listen,

you have to let me go.

I've got a boyfriend,
he'll be worried sick.

Talk to me.

- It's time for
your first lesson.

- I'm not doing
anything you say.

- You will keep quiet

and never talk to
the other girls.

- Why should I obey you?

You don't want someone
like me around here,

I never do what I'm told.

It's not school.

- Do not touch
it until I get back.

- Fuck you.

- Drink from the cup.

If you don't, you will die.

- Come in.

- I've got the up
to date information

you wanted on Mr. Corcoran, sir.

- Well done, Sam,
that was quick.

- Right, well it seems he
left his last job at Homeswood

a few months after the
last girl disappeared.

- Did he now?

- Although he was never charged,
he was always in the frame.

And the papers weren't
very kind to him either.

- Yeah, well they were
only telling the truth.

His links to all
three missing girls

was an inescapable fact.

- Bit of a nomad it seems.

Moved out of the immediate area

and he's renting in Waterbury.

The estate agents say he's been
there for about six months.

They also say he's used them
about four or five times

in the last 10 years.

They think he's used other firms
to move to other locations.

- Yeah, his past catching
up with him, you see?

Yeah.

I'm not the only one who
thinks he's the Pied Piper,

you know?

What's he been living on?

- Must be his music
lessons keeping him afloat.

Although he teaches
cello and violin,

I can't imagine he
gets that many punters.

- Should have taken
up electric guitar.

- We did hear a rumor he's
got some kind of inheritance

but we have nothing
firm on that.

- It seems to me, Sam,

that every time he chooses
a new neighborhood,

someone recognizes him
and he has to up sticks.

- Yeah.

Amazing, really,
after all this time.

Although his face was
plastered all over the papers,

he had it worse than you.

- Oh, the difference being
I didn't kill anyone!

I spent quite a lot
of time with that man.

There were three separate
investigations, you know.

And we got to know
each other quite well

and he knew that I
knew he'd done it!

But he let me know with his
face and his tone of voice

and his supercilious attitude.

Laughing at me, he was.

All right,

you know I've done it,
let's see you prove it.

Typical of his type.

Arty-farty public
school dropout.

Ex-hippie, probably.

I know he had a
conviction for possession

back in the seventies.

Couldn't make it as a musician,

ends up teaching fiddle at
some second rate girl school.

He's gone too far this time.

- This is getting a bit
personal, isn't it, sir?

- Personal?

Personal, Sam?

Someone snuffs out the
lives of four beautiful,

promising young girls and
then laughs in my face!

You tell me what man wouldn't
take that a bit personally!

Well...

first thing tomorrow,

we're gonna have a few
words with that bastard.

- Ah.

- Are you okay?

- Just about.

- You would've died

if you hadn't
taken the antidote.

- He's a sick fuck.

- You
shouldn't resist him.

He doesn't care about how
much pain he dishes out.

And one way or the other,

he will break you.

- Should you even
be talking to me?

- Don't try to move.

The pain will go in time.

Are you a musician?

- Yes.

I'm a cellist.

Why?

- That was
him earlier, you know.

He plays so beautifully.

- That's why I'm here?

I thought he'd be teaching me.

- All that beauty,

but when the music stops...

- Then he hurts you.

Oh, you sick bastard.

- Once you conform,
it's mostly not too bad.

If you do everything he wants.

- Who is he?

- He lives
this double life.

I've heard him talking to
people and guests upstairs.

He's like a different person.

Even his voice changes when
he's down here with us.

I don't know how to describe it.

- Duel personality.

Like Jekyll and Hyde.

- Yeah.

He lives his normal
life and then all this.

I'm not sure if that's
why he wears the mask

or just to hide his identity

in case one of us ever escaped.

We've never seen his face.

- Alex,

you mentioned a girl before me.

- Yes.

She ripped his mask off
when she first arrived.

He went crazy and started
beating her over and over.

- Did she die then?

- No,

but nearly.

She was more like you,

stubborn.

But in the end, she
pretended to give in.

I think she was biding her time.

Every now and then, he
would take us upstairs.

Not very often but sometimes.

And when he wasn't looking,
Sarah stole the odd thing.

Paper,

pens,

spoons.

I saw her taking a
piece of rope once.

- Why?

- I could
hear her scraping,

making something,

writing the details down.

She never told me
what she was doing.

Maybe she thought
I would tell him.

I don't know.

- What do you
think she was doing?

- A weapon.

I think she was making
a makeshift weapon.

I think she hid it somewhere

and was going to try
and kill him but...

Well,

he killed her first.

He seemed different that day.

As if he thought killing her
was something she wanted.

I don't think he
cares about death.

- How often does he go out?

- Sometimes he leaves
the house for days.

He just leaves a
pile of food for us.

We think he's probably got
another home somewhere else.

We don't want him here.

But when he is away,
it's a bit scary as well.

We depend on him for
our food and water.

If something happens
to him while he's away,

an accident or something,

even if he just
decided not to return

or the police caught him,

well, if he doesn't come back,

we're all dead.

- My God.

- The hard fact is,

we depend on the monster
returning to the lair.

- I just wonder if
I can survive this.

- It's not
about survival.

It's about acceptance.

Once you realize that,
it will get easier.

- No.

No, I'm not like that.

I'm scared, but I'll
keep on fighting.

- Everyone
does in the beginning.

When I was a kid,

they told me there was no
such thing as monsters,

but there are.

- No, leave me alone.

Please, don't hurt me, please!

Please, don't hurt me, ah!

I've done everything right, ah!

Please.

No!

Oh!

- Will she be okay?

- I hope so.

Sometimes I think
he will kill her.

- God, no.

- I wish he
didn't beat her so.

- I can't take this.

It makes me sick.

Are you sure she'll
be all right?

- Sometimes
the only comfort comes

knowing that it
didn't happen to you.

- How can you live like this?

Don't you remember life outside?

Don't you want out of this?

- Please, Eve,
don't talk about it.

I don't want to know.

- I don't understand.

This is a living hell.

- Please, Eve.

Just...

Don't.

- Yeah?

- Are you Mr. Cox,
Mr. Robert Cox?

- What do you want?

- I'm trying to find the
identity of the Pied Piper

and I've been told you
might know something.

It's my girlfriend.

I'm trying to trace her.

And if you do know anything,

then I'd be really
grateful for your help.

- You better come in.

- I'm sorry to hear
about your girlfriend.

Eve, did you say?

- Yeah.

Yeah, Eve.

She played the cello...

and she had this...

she had this lesson
with this music teacher.

I haven't seen her since.

- Oh, Christ.

- I've looked through all
the press coverage online

and I came across an article

that said you thought
that Giles Corcoran

was the Pied Piper.

- It's that piece of
shit Corcoran all right.

- What makes you so sure?

- Three girls,

all cellists,

all his pupils

and he was the last
one to see them alive.

- I can't believe
this is happening.

- That's super copper knows.

- What, you mean
Superintendent Barnbrook?

- Barnbrook, aye.

He's the one that
named Corcoran on TV.

- Yeah, that's still
all over social media.

I know she's still alive.

Nobody's doing anything.

I feel so helpless.

God, I've got to find her.

- There's one
major problem here.

'Cause if he's
keeping her locked up

and the police arrest him...

- If he doesn't tell them
where she is, she could starve.

The police need to
catch him red-handed.

- That's what I'm saying.

Ring that copper now and
kick it up the fucking arse!

- I need to speak to
D.I. Dobson, it's urgent.

- Jamie Harris.

She knows about the case.

D.I. Dobson?

It's Jamie Harris.

Look, I need to speak
to you about Eve Taylor.

- I realize you're upset but
we are taking this seriously.

Mr. Harris, I can assure you,

we are looking into
every possibility.

It's James Harris, Eve
Taylor's boyfriend,

do you wanna take it?

I can tell you Mr. Harris that
no other police department

will be taking this case
as seriously as we are.

The chief superintendent
is giving this

his utmost attention.

But like I said,

Eve could walk through
the door at any moment.

The best thing you can do
is just wait by the phone

and we'll let you know as
soon as we hear anything.

If the Pied Piper case gets out.

- It will not be getting out.

- Well, hope not, he's
threatening to go to the papers.

I can sympathize,

poor bugger.

James Harris, Eve
Taylor's boyfriend, sir.

Oh, I hope for his sake she
does just walk through the door,

case closed.

- Yeah, well let's hope so.

- Oh, by the way, sir,

Giles Corcoran,

he's coming into the
station tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- Do we know for
certain it's him?

- Sarah Andrews,
Joanne Cox, Alex Jones.

He killed them, I'll prove it.

Sam.

Shut the door, will you?

Sit down for a minute.

- Is there a problem, sir?

- No, no, no problem.

It's just the end of the
day and I thought maybe

we could have a chat.

Would you mind having
a drink with me, Sam?

You're off duty.

I keep this baby here
for special occasions

and very bad luck.

- Well, if you insist, sir.

- There we are.

To the best of times
and the worst of times.

- Absolutely.

- I suppose all
this might seem...

a bit strange, a bit
out of character.

- Just a bit, sir.

- I know you have your
doubts about all this.

It seems to me there's
a different breed

of copper out there now,

where all this is,

it's just another job to them,

like working in the supermarket.

But for me, all this,

this has been my life.

Now I know taking
this case off you,

it can get to you,
that kind of thing.

Now you look at me now, I
used to have a great marriage,

I was going places
with my career,

I was keen to get the job
done and right the wrongs.

I wouldn't like to see you
get obsessed like that.

Now how's your bloke, Sam?

- Oh, he's fine, thanks, sir.

Doesn't seem to
mind the long hours.

Sometimes, I think he can't
wait to get rid of me.

- Well, you look
after it while you can

because one day you
might just turn around

and find there's nothing
left but the job.

Don't you end up like me.

- I think I'm pretty
practical, sir.

I don't take these
cases too personally.

If you don't mind
me saying, sir,

you talk about the
girls being dead

but it sounds as if you
really wanna believe

they're still alive.

I really hope they are.

I don't know.

I love my job

but I don't take
it home with me.

I must be going, sir.

- Don't expect to have another
conversation like this.

- I won't, sir.

- Alex.

Did he drug me?

- He's coming.

Please, Eve,

don't cause problems.

It will be okay...

but you must listen
and be attentive.

- Allow me to introduce Eve.

And now something so beautiful,

so exquisite.

Please,

play.

No!

How dare you, Eve.

You are capable
of so much better.

Next time, it will be your head.

- Hello, Mr. Corcoran.

- I suppose I should say
what a pleasant surprise.

But it's not really
a surprise...

and it's not
particularly pleasant.

- Why aren't you
surprised to see me, sir?

- Oh, I knew it
wouldn't take you long

to discover my connection
to poor little Eve.

And I knew you wouldn't
pass up the opportunity

to try and pin something on me.

As Eve Taylor has disappeared,

you think that I've killed her

or maybe I've got her
locked away in a shed

or a basement somewhere.

Well, what do you want
to ask me about Eve?

- Well, let's start with
the last time you saw her.

- About the middle of September.

- And this was at
your home, was it?

- Of course.

- When was the next
lesson scheduled?

- It wasn't.

- What does that mean?

- It means, Detective
Chief Superintendent,

that Eve Taylor
is not my student.

That was her one
and only lesson.

That's all I can tell you.

I met her only the once,
we had no other contact.

I know nothing at all about her.

I seem to remember

I told you something similar
the last time we met,

only you didn't believe me.

- A very sad state of
affairs, Mr. Corcoran,

but really, we just
followed on where

the circumstances seem
to indicate we should go.

What else should I have done?

- Well, perhaps you could
have spent more time

investigating the
other suspects.

- Well, you see,
there's the thing,

unfortunately,
there weren't any.

And that's one of the things

that makes this
case almost unique.

The eerie similarity
between the victims,

the manner of their
disappearance, the musical link,

their connections to you.

Now I know that no
concrete evidence was found

to link you to any of this,

but you had the opportunity,
you had the means and no alibi.

Now I know that
coincidences do occur

but my experience tells
me that they're not near

as common as people think.

- And my motive?

- When it comes to
the disappearance

of attractive young females,

we don't need to look
for the rational motive.

I don't think we
need to trouble you

any further today, Mr. Corcoran.

If we need to speak to you
again, we'll be in touch.

But in the meantime,
please don't leave the area

without letting us know.

We need to eliminate you
from our inquiries, you see?

- You're not planning
to eliminate me
from your inquiries,

are you, Chief Superintendent?

You are insanely looking
for some evidence

that I am the Pied Piper!

- I'm dreadfully sorry.

- What's next, sir?

- Let's check out his neighbors,

see if they've noticed anything.

- I'm on it.

- All right.

- Yes, who is it?

What do you want?

- Sorry to disturb you, it's
Detective Sergeant Dobson.

Could I have a word?

Well it's about your
neighbor, Mr. Corcoran.

- Dreadful man,
absolutely dreadful.

- Really?

- He was so rude to me
just because Bathsheba

got into his garden
and dug a little hole.

- Doesn't like anyone
digging up his garden, eh?

- Don't know why,
it's just a jungle.

We did try to be friendly
when he first moved in.

Several of us went
round and asked him

if he'd like to join our
neighborhood watch scheme.

and he told us to...

I don't like to use the words.

- Dear me.

- Said he hated snoopers, ha.

Well you would, wouldn't you,
if you had something to hide.

- Does he have
something to hide?

- Well surely you know.

- Know what?

- He's that man.

The one with the three
young girls who disappeared.

- Ah, that case

- They never found
the bodies, did they?

- Well, you know, he
was never charged.

- Oh, they never
found the proof.

- Does he have many visitors?

- There's quite a few.

He teaches cello and violin and,

oh, I'm always asking him
to keep the noise down

but, of course, he ignores me.

Mainly young girls,

and he treats them like dirt.

Bellows at them when they
don't come up to scratch

and I've seen several
of them leave in tears.

- Does he go out a lot?

- Quite a bit.

Sometimes he stays
out overnight,

several times a week.

- Any idea where he goes?

- No, I'm afraid not.

But I think it's
somewhere in the country

because when he gets back,
his car is covered with mud.

He doesn't clean it for days.

- Well, you've been
most helpful, Mrs...

- Ms. Cordwell.

- Ms. Cordwell,
thank you very much.

- Corcoran!

- What the hell are you
doing in my bloody garden?

- Eve Taylor.

Where is she?

I want answers!

- Do you?

- You're very tough
with young girls!

Well how about a grown man?

Tell me!

Where is she?

Where is she?

- Unless you get out
of my garden right now,

you are about to find out.

Your choice.

- You're not gonna
get away with this.

Do you hear me?

If you've hurt her,

I'm gonna kill you!

You understand?

I'm gonna kill you!

- Have you got a minute, sir?

- Yes, Sam, as long as you
can tell me you got something

we can nail this bastard with.

- Afraid not, sir, James
Harris is here again,

threatening to sue the police.

- Oh, just what we need.

- We got another bit of bad
news as well, I'm afraid.

Someone's leaked it to the press

that it could be the
Pied Piper back again.

- Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ!

Did I or did I
not make it clear?

Just sort it out for
me, Sam, all right?

Just sort it!

- Very good, sir, I will do.

- Did you speak
to the neighbors?

- The woman next door
remembers several girls

coming out in tears.

- Did they?

- Oh, there's
something else, sir.

- What?

- I spoke to the
landlord at the pub.

When he first moved to the area,

he used to go in
there every night,

drank like a fish, used
to shout his mouth off.

Anyway, one night he
started boasting about

this cottage he had in Wales.

- That could be
significant, couldn't it?

Here, tell me this, Sam.

If you're a villain and you
want to get rid of a body

somewhere where you
can almost guarantee

it would never be found,
where in the UK would you go?

And some of those
remote areas is miles

after mile after mile
of absolutely sod all.

Whereabouts in Wales is it?

- Well, we think it might
have been left by his mother,

so I checked the inheritance
records under the name Corcoran

and, bingo, there it was,
complete with address.

- Bloody good work, Sam.

Do you know what, I reckon
we might have him here.

And then the moment he
goes anywhere near the M5,

we'll stake the place out.

Yeah, next time he visits
the land of our fathers,

we're gonna be waiting for him.

- Mr. Harris, you are all right?

- No!

No, I'm really
worried about Eve.

- I know you are.

- Look,

I went to see Joanne Cox's uncle

and he told me Corcoran's
the Pied Piper.

He told me it's him.

I mean, he kidnapped his niece.

So there's every
possibility he's got Eve.

- You can't just accuse someone.

Not yet, not without proof.

- Well, I went to see
Corcoran, I was fuming!

I was just about ready
to do some damage.

I climbed over his
fence into his garden

to see what I could find,
and he threatened me.

- I sympathize with your
position, I really do,

but that could be construed

as threatening
behavior on your part.

- So he kidnaps my girlfriend
and you're gonna arrest me?

- Look, Mr. Harris, just
go home and get some rest.

The superintendent is
looking into this personally.

- Oh yeah, Barnbrook,
yeah, I know about him.

He thinks Corcoran's
the Pied Piper as well.

- Superintendent
Barnbrook is making this

one of his priorities.

- I've had enough, okay,
Robert Cox was right!

Corcoran is the Pied Piper
and you and Barnbrook

need to pull your finger out.

I mean, she could be
trapped somewhere!

- We're doing everything we can.

- I'm going to the papers and
I'm gonna go find her myself.

- Mr. Harris, that's
not a good idea.

- Well, I really
don't fucking care.

- Mr. Harris, please calm down.

- I've given you every
opportunity to go and find her.

And what have you done?

Tell me, what have you done?

Nothing!

So now it's up to me, isn't it?

I'm done with this!

- We interrupt
this program for a news flash.

The man leading the
investigation into
the disappearance

of a music student, Eve Taylor,

Detective Superintendent
Barnbrook,

told a news conference today
that he had no information

linking the incident
to the Pied Piper case

over a decade ago.

- Fucking Barnbrook!

- Eve?

- Should you be talking to me?

- Can I
ask you something?

- Of course.

- Why do you
fight him so much?

- I have a life outside.

I have a boyfriend,
Jamie, he loves me.

I love him.

I just can't give up.

- But he will hurt you.

- I can't live here for 14 years

and I'd rather die than be
poured over by that sick creep.

- He will break you, Eve.

He breaks everyone in the
end, one way or the other.

- No.

No, he'll never break me.

- Not yet.

But when you feel his hands
all over you, touching you,

your body goes numb,

your mind switches off.

- However hard it is,

I won't let him own me.

- He's having a
party for us tonight.

He will probably come for you.

- I'm not letting him touch me.

- If you try and stop
him, he will just drug you.

There's no choice.

- If that happens,
I'll kill myself.

- That's
what we all thought.

He's coming!

- Tonight is
a celebration, Eve.

- Why would I care?

- I can make you care.

- Leave it alone, you pervert!

- Don't you know
I can do as I please?

- You disgust me.

- You need
to bond with me.

- Never.

- It's up to you.

- Fuck off and die.

- Have it your way.

You will be nice
to me when I leave

or I will hurt one
of the other girls.

- No.

No, no.

No, please.

Please, you can't do that.

Don't touch her!
- Don't hurt me, please!

Please, don't hurt me!
- No!

No, no, leave her alone!

- Have I got
through to you at last?

- Jo, are you okay?

- No!

Go away!

We're not allowed to talk!

- If you wanna talk, I'm here.

- Just leave her.

- I just feel so bad for her.

- Don't.

It could be you next.

- Can
I help you, sir?

- I'm looking for this girl.

- Okay.

- Have you seen her?

- Yeah, the police have
already shown that to me.

All I can remember is she
didn't even buy a cup of tea.

- What, and that's it?

- That's it.

- Are you sure?

I'm really worried about her

and the police are doing
absolutely nothing to find her.

So if you know anything,
then please just tell me!

- She was on the telephone.

And she said where she
was going wasn't very far.

- Wait, what'd you say?

- She was on the telephone

and she said where she
was going wasn't very far.

- And you told the
police this, yeah?

- I did tell them, they
didn't seem that interested.

Although, they did buy
a couple of jam donuts.

- Oh, typical.

All right, look,

thanks for your help.

- It's okay.

Tea, coffee, donut?

And that's why I'm
going bankrupt.

- I'm so sorry, Alex.

Are you okay?

- We've been
here a long time.

We feel nothing now.

Nothing.

You just learn to
live with your pain.

- We have to try and escape.

If we work together,
it's our only way.

- I don't want to die.

I'll live like a
slave if the choice

is between life and death.

- What's wrong with her?

- It's where he hit her.

He made her pregnant.

And he's beating her
to get rid of the baby.

- Jo, I'm so sorry.

You have to be quiet.

If he hears you tonight then...

- It hurts.

- You have to be quiet.

- It hurts so much.
- He will kill you

if he hears you again.

Quiet, for God's sake!

- Who was it?

- It was me, I made the sound.

- You have to
be punished, Eve.

- No!

- Hello?

Inspector Barnbrook?

I've been trying to speak
to somebody in charge

but I just keep getting
palmed off with D.I. Dobson.

Cardiff police have a lead?

All right, okay, I'll
speak to D.I. Dobson.

I can be at the police
station in 15 minutes.

Thank you.

I was beginning to
think the police

had pretty much given up on me.

- I want control
of my life back!

I despise you!

How does it feel to be so hated?

Let me go, you monster!

- Eve.

You'll keep quiet.

- Why're you doing this?

- Just be calm, Eve.

- Tell me why!

- Thousands of
girls disappear every day.

You're just one more, Eve.

You are here to stay.

- No!

No, I will keep fighting you

and you'll slip up
and you will lose

because you are
nothing but a loser!

- How dare you
speak to me like that.

Don't you know what I can do?

Whatever happens
is your fault, Eve.

Yours only.

- Yes, you're right.

I'm sorry.

You disgust me.

- Whatever happens
is your fault, Eve.

Yours only.

- Oh, Jamie.

No, no!

No!

Jamie!

No!

Jamie, no.

No!

Oh no!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I love you.

- Eve.

I love you.

- Oh I love you, Jamie.

Jamie!

I love you, Jamie.

What did he ever do to you?

Why him?

I love you.

I love you.

You fucking pig!

I'm gonna kill you.

The police will find
you, and when they do,

I hope they fucking hang you!

I love you.

I love you.

Oh no!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I love you.

- There you are, sir, I've been
trying to reach you all day.

- Bit of personal
business, Sam, well?

- He sprung the trap.

Headed for Wales.

I alerted Cardiff, they
staked the place out.

Anyway, they slipped
up and he spotted them.

- Oh, Christ!

- Yeah, and he's on the run now.

- Is he?

- Well, that must mean
that there's something

that he doesn't want
us to find, mustn't it?

I think we probably
got him, Sam.

- Well, Mr. Corcoran,
we didn't expect that.

You're under arrest.

- Giles Corcoran,

you are under arrest for
possession and intent to supply.

- Hello, Barnbrook.

He what?

You're joking.

Right.

No, understood.

No, no, no, no, send him
straight back here if you can.

All right, yeah, thanks, bye.

- What did they say, sir?

- Well, I was right,
he didn't get far.

They soon caught up with him

and fetched him
back to his cottage,

which apparently he
doesn't own anymore.

Only the barn is his now.

So they made him open it
up and what did they find?

But row upon row
of cannabis plants.

- No.

- It seems Giles
Corcoran is some kind

of fucking dope dealer.

Well, Mr. Corcoran.

Violinist, music teacher,
horticulturalist,

you're full of surprises.

Wanna tell us about it?

- I inherited the farm.

I knew, of course, that
drugs were profitable,

and voilà.

- Where are those girls?

- You're delusional.

- Where have you buried
those girls' bodies?

- I really think you should
seek professional help,

Chief Superintendent.

Your endless attempts to try
to link me to the Pied Piper

will end up by destroying
what's left of your brain.

- Listen to me, you,

you supercilious little bastard.

Yes, you were molesting them!

And when they
called a halt to it,

you had to get rid of them
in case they decided to talk.

If not now, then maybe
further down the line

because you'd always be
looking over your shoulder,

wouldn't you?

I know how maggots
operate like you.

Now, where are those bodies?

- You sad, little man.

- You what?

I'm fucking sick of this
gentlemanly fencing!

So now we're gonna try the
old fashioned approach.

We're all gonna go
down to that farm

and you're gonna show us

where every one of
those bodies is buried

or by God I'll put
my fucking fist

through your fucking skull!

- Sir, remember,
this is being filmed!

- Would you agree

that the same person
is responsible

for all three disappearances?

- Yes, absolutely, so?

- I have an alibi.

- You had no alibis.

We established that at the time.

- I produced no alibi.

Not quite the same thing.

- Why the fuck would
you hide an alibi?

- I now have a man who
is prepared to testify

that he was with me at the time

of the girl's disappearances.

Check

mate.

If that's all the evidence you
have that I'm the Pied Piper,

then frankly, you're
wasting my time.

I imagine I'd only get
a suspended sentence

for my spot of gardening,

especially when I tell the
court how I've been persecuted.

You know, I think that
might make the papers.

Yes.

Wouldn't that be splendid?

You and I,

all over the news again,

just like old times.

As they say, watch this space.

Goodbye, Superintendent.

- Get him out of here.

He's done this,
Sam, I know he has.

I spent years on this case.

- Well, we'll know when we
check his alibis, won't we?

- Ah, now, hold back
on that, will you?

Just for a day.

I've applied for a search
warrant on Corcoran's place.

We're looking for
drugs, aren't we?

If it goes wrong, I'll
take full responsibility.

- Why is that?

- Do you remember
the woman next door

said he didn't like her
dog digging in her garden?

I think we'll find Eve there.

- Oh!

It's you again.

What can I do for you now?

- Sorry to disturb you
again, Ms. Cordwell,

but we're trying to get
into Mr. Corcoran's garden

but he's not home at the moment.

We didn't wanna disturb the
neighbors by forced entry.

Would it be okay if we came
in and climbed over your wall?

- I suppose so.

- Oh, great, thanks very much.

- Why do you want to
get into his garden?

Do you think something
is buried there?

- No, no, no, it's just
preliminary investigations

at the moment, no
need for concern.

Okay if we go through?

- Yes, of course.

- Thanks.

Excuse us.

- I think we found something.

- Hello, Barnbrook.

Sam, how'd it go?

- We found one of
the girls, sir.

I think it's Sarah Andrews,

the third girl to go missing
in the Homeswood case.

She's buried in
Corcoran's garden.

- Christ.

How long has she been dead?

- Days, we're not sure yet.

- Days?

Are you sure that's
not Eve Taylor?

- Definitely not, sir.

- Hey, have you got Corcoran?

- No, he's still at large.

There's one more thing, sir.

Corcoran had post and
it's not for this address.

- Sam, can you send that to me?

I just wanna look around,
you know, have a sniff about.

All right, yeah, thanks.

Oh, Sam,

great job, yeah?
- There is hope, sir.

- All right, bye.

- You haven't put
in a request for handgun

for a while, have you, sir?

- Haven't felt
the need for one in a while.

Let's hope I don't
have to use it.

- I thought we had an intruder.

But it was you.

It was you, wasn't it, Eve?

I told you

not to make a sound.

Not a sound.

Did you think someone
would hear you?

That's bad.

That is bad.

- I'm not scared of you anymore.

- You
should be, Eve.

You should be.

And thanks to my dear
friend, Giles Corcoran,

no one is coming
to rescue you, Eve.

- It's the police!

Mr. Corcoran, please open up!

- No
one will find you...

Ever.

This is where it ends.

Tonight, you will play for me

a prelude to our final act.

- I'm not playing for you again.

- Really?

You will play for me, Eve,

or maybe your mother will take
the place of your boyfriend.

You have disappointed
me yet again, Eve.

You'll never learn to obey.

So that's it, Eve.

Your fate is decided.

- Eve?

I'm so sorry.

- Don't worry about me.

- What?

- To whoever finds this.

If you are reading this
then I am probably dead.

I've been a prisoner
here for five years.

Below this building
runs a sewer.

I've made some tools and
hidden them in the brick work.

I'm using them to escape
and break through the brick

but it will take some time.

Please use them to get
out of this mad house

and bring this
monster to justice.

Yours forever, Sarah Andrews.

- So, Ms. Taylor,

you went to a neighbor's house
and you called us from there.

- Yeah.

- And you have no idea who he is

but you are sure he's got a gun.

- Please...

stop him.

- We will do, miss.

- We've got
the all clear on go, Commander.

All teams move in, repeat,

all teams move in.

♪ There once was a time ♪

♪ When I looked in your eyes ♪

♪ To feel the dreams
that could come true ♪

♪ But something was lost ♪

♪ In this big circus show ♪

♪ The jugglers and clowns
are all that's left ♪

♪ And when I look
into your eyes ♪

♪ I see only distance and lies ♪

♪ It feels so cold ♪

♪ When there's no one left ♪

♪ To hold on to your heart ♪

♪ Am I just your fool ♪

♪ There's a circus in town ♪

♪ Fun for the night ♪

♪ The best show in town ♪

♪ Am I just your fool ♪

♪ But when the
curtain goes down ♪

♪ I want you to know
I'm still your clown ♪

♪ There once was a time ♪

♪ When your kiss made me smile ♪

♪ And only laughter
made us cry ♪

♪ The circus is gone ♪

♪ But the clowns carry on ♪

♪ But there's no
laughter in their eyes ♪

♪ Sometimes I wish
I could find ♪

♪ Something in me
to make you smile ♪

♪ My heart's so cold ♪

♪ When there's no one left ♪

♪ To hold you in their arms ♪

♪ Am I just your fool ♪

♪ On this big picture show ♪

♪ When everything's gone ♪

♪ You have something to show ♪

♪ Am I just your fool ♪

♪ But when the
curtain comes down ♪

♪ I want you to know ♪

♪ I'm still your ♪

♪ Clown ♪

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