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With regard to his memory loss,

he could be feigning,
exaggerating,

or simply malingering.

Now, I feel I have no choice
other than to remand her

to the Seapark Juvenile
Justice Centre in Bangor.

I don't care what you do.

The only one who's
honest is Paul.

The police say they have
fresh evidence to put to Spector.

What sort of evidence?

Apparently they've
found a lock-up

rented by Spector.

Why are you in this place?

Twisted my sister's arm.

After he broke his
sister's arm, he raped her,

then carried her
into the street,

threw her into a passing bin
lorry that crushed her to death.

No one has any idea how
bad Gortnacul House was.

Are you certain that
Baldwin... Paul Spector...

Was Jensen's favorite?

Every night and every
day for a full year.

Paul Spector, I am
further arresting you

for the murder of Susan Harper

on the 18th of August 2002.

I insist this interview
be suspended.

I must take instruction
from Mr. Spector.

Do you recognize this
man? Do you know his name?

- David Alvarez.
- This interview stops now.

What is going on?

The police have been clever.

They have something on me
that I can actually remember.

I'd worked that day in
a Caribbean restaurant.

It was a warm day.

There was thundery rain.

David and I went out after work,

went out drinking.

We went to a local club.
I can't recall the name.

We met Susan Harper there.

She invited us to her house.

I think she shared a house,

but there was no one there.

- We went up to her room.
- The three of you?

Yes.

What happened?

She and David had sex.

And you?

I watched.

What sort of sex?

Ordinary sex.

What happened then?

David left.

Went out to find more drink.

Left us together.

Go on.

We, uh...

I invited her to try
something a bit different.

What?

A sex game.

What happened was an accident.

A consensual game?

Yes.

Then how did this
David Alvarez individual

come to be found guilty
if he wasn't even there?

And why murder?
Why not manslaughter?

It's complicated.

Did David Alvarez find
somewhere to sell him drink?

Don't know. He never came back.

Could I please have some water?

Have you, um...

remembered more in
regard to the other charges?

No.

It will look bad if you
stop answering now.

Um...

Just be careful what you say.

So at that point

you were left alone
with Susan Harper?

- Yes.
- What happened then?

I suggested that she
try something, um,

a bit more exciting

than the sex that
she'd had with David.

What?

I'd been experimenting.

With?

Exhibit 132.

I've never seen these before.

- You admit it's you?
- He admits no such thing.

Experimenting like that
with sexual asphyxiation...

Is that the sort of behavior
you involved Susan Harper in?

I advise you not to
answer that question.

Yes.

How? Specifically.

Her head in a plastic bag.

Tied off at the neck?

No. Just a thin plastic bag.

Did you tie her hands?

No. Her hands were free.

Was it your suggestion
to use the bag?

- Yes.
- Why?

Same reasons as
in these pictures.

To feel in control,
to feel out of control.

To feel powerful.

To feel weak.

To be fearful.

To be trusted.

Were you supposed to remove it?

She was.

At the peak of
orgasm, tear off the bag.

It floods the brain with
oxygen-laden blood,

leads to a feeling of euphoria.

Or death.

Sadly, yes.

Sadly?

Did she understand the risks
involved with such behavior?

I think so.

Did you explain it?

I don't remember.

Why didn't you
remove the bag for her

if she lost consciousness?

Could you not see
she was suffocating?

I wasn't looking at her.

I was going down on her.

We'd been drinking, taking coke.

Maybe that's why she died.

And yet David Alvarez,

who wasn't even
there at the time,

is serving a life
sentence for the murder.

His choice.

Why? Why would he make
that choice, do you think?

Don't know.

You'll have to ask him.

So, what did you do when you
realized what had happened?

Did you call for an ambulance?
Did you call the police?

- No.
- Why not?

Didn't occur to me.

What did you do?

Cleaned up.

Does that account
for the presence

of a washing-up bowl by the bed?

Yes.

I fetched the water
and washed her.

Emptied it into the bath.

I was meant to bring
it back to the kitchen.

Must have forgot.

What color bowl?

Green, I think.

So you just left her there
in her room, on her bed?

- Yes.
- What did you do then?

I walked the streets.

And after that?

Left London, came
back to Belfast.

And that's when you
became Paul Spector?

Yes.

Did you have any
communication with David Alvarez?

- No.
- At no point?

No.

I ask you again, why
would he take the blame,

do you think?

He must have felt he was
doing the right thing, I suppose.

Why would he think

taking the blame was
the right thing to do?

You tell me.

He said he felt in your debt.

She speaks.

He said he felt he
owed you a great deal

because you
protected him as a child.

Did I?

You told me...

that Father Jensen didn't
abuse you at Gortnacul.

You said that you
made yourself repulsive

so that he wouldn't touch you.

I don't remember that.

I don't recall
talking to you before.

But every boy there
was abused in some way.

No one escaped.

In fact,

some boys were singled
out for special treatment.

And you were one of
Father Jensen's favorites.

He even had a pet name for you.

He called you Pretty Boy.

He chose you to be his
favorite for a whole year.

When it came time for you
to choose your successor...

you looked right
past David Alvarez.

You chose another boy.

And for that he was
eternally grateful.

Or at least until
it became clear

that the friend that
he was protecting

from an unfortunate
fatal accident

was actually a friend
who was, at that time,

at the beginning of a
career as a serial murderer.

Drop the charade, Peter.

Own your confession.

Have the courage
of your convictions

and admit that
you remember it all.

You remember everything.

I'm sorry, but you
are intentionally

prejudicing my client's case.

I will want this removed
from the transcripts.

Were you not worried

that the police would
come after you?

Come after Peter
Baldwin, do you mean,

of no fixed abode,
somewhere in London?

No, I wasn't.

A year later, I
was Paul Spector,

living in Belfast,

soon to become a married man

with a child.

Truth be told,

I didn't give Alvarez and
Susan Harper much thought.

You know, I've been told
a lot about Paul Spector

since I was shot.

At first I was horrified.

But then, I must admit...

little by little,

he started to intrigue me.

Paul, please stick to the facts

surrounding the
death of Susan Harper

and avoid speculating about
things you can't remember.

Speculation intrigues me.

I'm told that I laid out Sarah
Kay's underwear on her bed

in the shape of her body.

That's what I used
to do as a child.

Lay out my mother's
clothes on her bed,

in her shape,
imagine she was there.

It aroused me.

Then when I was a
wee bit older, 12, 13,

whenever I could, I would
obtain female underwear.

I'd use it to masturbate.

Is that perverse?

Was that the start of
something that led me here?

Or was it earlier?

Gortnacul.

Or earlier still, my
mother's death?

I want to know.

I want to know the real me.

Then stop hiding behind
the mask of amnesia.

We're all wearing
masks to some extent.

You certainly are.

There are memories,

thoughts that feel
like memories...

that are starting to
come back to me.

This interview has strayed
way beyond its stated purpose.

And there's a voice.

There's a voice saying,
"We're losing him.

We're losing him."

So there must have been at
least one person who cared

whether I lived or died.

That was me.

That was my voice.

And I did care.

I thought death would
be too easy for you,

too easy an escape.

And I didn't want you
to cheat the system.

And I still don't.

I want you to be punished

for the crimes that
you've committed.

Rose Stagg was
so right about you.

She saw right through you,

your infantile desire

to have a captive and
captivated audience.

You just want to be noticed.

You want to be the
center of attention,

to have special treatment,

to make your mark.

But it's all just a performance.

All of it.

You perform for
me, for your solicitor,

your doctors, your
nurse, your psychiatrist.

Even your family.

It's all just one
big performance...

as protection

against the dreaded
black hole of your heart.

Well, guess what, Paul.

It's time to grow up.

It's time to take responsibility
for what you've done.

Let's stop this
pathetic charade.

I really must insist
on a break now.

I need time with my client to
prepare a written statement

about the death of Susan
Harper that he will read.

Interview is being suspended

at 15:47 so that Paul Spector
can consult with his solicitor.

Fetch the detention officer.

Aah!

Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!

Don't touch me! Do you hear me?!

Don't you put your hands on me!

Have you been drinking?

You, escort
Mr. Healy out of here.

You, where's that
fucking ambulance?!

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Drive.

Drive!

I'm shaking.

How much did you see?

Um, my monitor went
dead. The attack on Gibson.

It didn't stop there.

What a way for the
whole thing to end.

End? What do you mean?

We can't possibly
represent him now.

Why not?

I've never seen violence
like that before in my life.

What have we just witnessed?
The very thing you described.

Their deep obsession
with each other.

The emergence under
duress of "bad Paul."

If Larson doesn't
find evidence of

dissociative disorder,
a split personality,

then we will find a
psychiatrist who does.

Then we play the "not guilty
by reason of insanity" card

or even, if necessary,
"guilty but insane."

I can't, Sean.

I can't be in the same
room with him again.

I get it.

You admire her. You want
to be her when you grow up.

The fact remains,

if you can't make the
accused your focus,

then you shouldn't
be a defense lawyer,

probably not a
criminal lawyer at all.

Fine.

What?

You're on your own.

Open your mouth for me.

Bring your teeth together.

Painful?

Mm, no, no.

No crunching noises.
Any problems with vision?

No.

I think you have a minimally
displaced zygoma fracture.

You're gonna be on a soft
diet for two weeks or so.

Well, the bleeding's impressive.

The laceration's small.
Might require a stitch or two.

Irrigate the wound with
lots of normal saline,

and I'll take a look.

If you'd like to lie back
on the bed for me, please.

- Any pain?
- Mm. Some.

Shall I check for
blood in the urine?

Yes, please.

I'd like to keep you in
overnight for observation.

No, that won't be necessary.

Don't worry. It'll just
be bed and breakfast.

I'll be back to
stitch that eyebrow.

Thought I'd look in
on you before I go.

What time is it?

Just after 2:00.

This is my ninth
straight night in a row.

I've been on for 17 hours.

Getting too old for this.

I bet you're glad
I saved his life.

How's Tom Anderson?

His arm's broken.

He's undergone
a closed reduction

to pull the bones
back into position.

He's been sent home
with his arm in a cast.

You know, given
that you're less likely

to develop post-traumatic
stress disorder if you don't sleep

after a bad experience,
maybe I should

keep you awake a
wee bit longer at least.

Don't you have a home to go to?

I do. A wife and five
kids, as it happens.

From a daughter of 12
to a son of seven months.

If I go home now,

it'll be nappy changes
and the 4:00 feed.

Might as well sit
with you for a bit.

I'll ask you questions.

- Really?
- Aye.

Go on.

Do you like flowers?

Of course.

Can you play any
musical instrument?

I could play the violin
when I was a girl.

Have you ever been happy?

If so, when?

When I was a child,

before my father died.

Have you any real friends?

A few, yeah.

Have you ever
wished anyone dead?

Yes, I have.

Are you a good swimmer?

Very.

Are men or women the
stronger, do you think?

- What do you think?
- Oh, women, without a doubt.

In fact, it's time you
hurried up and took over.

I mean, it's gonna happen,
so why not get on with it?

Which is your favorite season?

Spring.

Has Mr. Spector been a threat

to himself or others
in the past week?

There have been no
more breaches of protocol

since he's been back.

Anything more
from the test results?

Have you found any
compelling inconsistencies?

No, I haven't.

Which is unsurprising

given his professional
knowledge.

I know it's in your
nature to infer

invisible unconscious
processes behind the memory loss

and that it is an
exceptional doctor

who will take the risk
of concluding in writing

that someone is malingering,

but, with respect,

that is what I think
you should do.

Do you?

The CT head scan with and
without contrast was normal.

The MRI of the brain
and the spinal cord

showed normal results.

There's no evidence of
structural brain damage

in the neurological
examinations or neuroimaging.

With his history of lying

and everything that
he stands to gain

from exaggeration and
fabrication of the symptoms,

the amnesia has
to be malingered.

He's proved how dangerous he is.

It has to be fake.

It's not me.

What?

I look at my body,
and it's not me.

It'll take a while to
get used to, that's all.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

We've had a report, ma'am,

from the juvenile
offenders' center.

It seems that Katie Benedetto
has been self-harming.

How?

Cutting herself
with a piece of bone.

What?

They think she must have
found it in her food at some point.

Jesus.

Is there a happy memory

from any part of your life
that you can remember?

I used to think that there
was a black hole inside me

that nothing could fill.

Then I had a daughter.

I remember the first
time that I put her to sleep.

I was standing,
holding her in my arms,

rocking her.

I was looking at
her all the time.

She was looking up at me.

I began to feel that
she trusted me...

that she felt safe.

She must have done, because
her eyelids started closing...

little by little,

and then she was asleep.

That's a good memory.

Why did you attack
Stella Gibson?

Why did you break
that young man's arm?

There is a visible
and an invisible world.

That's why people get hurt.

Do you think I'm treatable?

Of course.

Curable?

Hmm. That's different.

What would you do for
me if I was your patient?

Try to get you to pay attention
wisely to things as they are.

Foster clear thinking
and open-heartedness.

Try to develop
the capacity in you

to experience a feeling
without necessarily acting on it.

Try to enable you to see
the difference between

thoughts and reality.

I'd imagine you're
a good father.

What do you mean
by "good father"?

Someone who's present.

There for his children.

Has anyone ever told you

you sometimes have bad
dreams that you can't remember?

Has your mummy or your
daddy ever told you that?

Yes.

My mummy took me
to the doctor's one time.

Have you had any bad dreams

since you've been staying
with Joan and Stephen?

I don't think so.

She hasn't. She's
been sleeping well.

Daddy said he had
bad dreams like mine

when he was in
the children's home.

Did he?

Did he say what
he dreamed about?

Frightening things.

How do you feel about
your daddy right now, Olivia?

I love him.

But?

I don't think I'll go
see him for a while.

How long do you think
before you'll see him again?

When I'm grown up I
might. Or if I have a baby.

If I have a baby, I might
go take her to see him.

What happened to your face?

I was in a car accident.

No, I wasn't.

Paul Spector attacked me.

I've got marks like that.

Show me.

I can't.

Why?

They're on my upper thighs
and on the soles of my feet.

I didn't want anyone
to know, to see them.

They were private.

Why did you do it?

I think for the same
reason you do.

What's that?

Anger.

What did you have
to be angry about?

My father.

Why?

He died.

How?

He was ill.

How old were you?

14.

My father killed himself.

I thought it was an accident.

He chose to ride a motorbike.

Even though I worried about
him every time he went out...

every night he was late home.

He loved the bike
more than he loved me.

Loved the thrill of speed

more than he loved
his only daughter.

I don't call that an accident.

Is that why you're
throwing your life away?

You know you can't get him back.

No matter how hard you try.

"There was a man of double deed,

who sowed his
garden full of seed.

And when the seed began to grow,

'twas like a
garden full of snow.

When the snow began to melt,

'twas like a ship
without a belt.

When the ship began to sail...

'twas like a bird
without a tail.

When the bird began to fly,

'twas like an eagle in the sky.

And when the
sky began to roar...

'twas like a lion at my door.

When my door began to crack,

'twas like a stick
across my back.

And when my back began to smart,

'twas like a
penknife in my heart.

And when my heart
began to bleed...

'twas death,

and death,

and death indeed."

I need you to do me a favor.

I know that everything
feels tainted, polluted.

But it's not.

We all have those
voices in our heads,

that tell us we're
a disappointment,

that tell us our
work is insignificant.

That it's not good enough,

it takes too
long, it's too hard.

But when times are tough,

we need tough dreams.

But real dreams, not lies.

Not an unreality like Paul.

You need to fight
for yourself, Katie,

because right now,

you're in danger.

What's this?

It's your chocolate.

I don't want that chocolate.
I want what he's got.

Mark, you're diabetic.
That's your special chocolate.

I don't like special chocolate.
I want what he's got.

This stuff tastes
like dog chocolate.

I'm not eating dog chocolate.

I'm afraid it's this or nothing.

Then give me my money back.

I've spent your money on
the things you asked for.

I want my money.

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Mark, calm yourself.

I'm not a dog. I'm not
eating that shit! I refuse!

Calm down, Mark,
or you'll be restrained.

What did you say to me?
You call me a homosexual?

- I didn't call you anything.
- You called me a homosexual!

Calm down now!

Aah!

We all need love,

and we all need nurture.

There's too much
death and destruction.

But friends who
love you should...

warm you like the sun.

Make you feel
good about yourself.

Not freeze you in their
contempt and in their hate.

Anger corrodes our belief

that anything good
can happen to us.

Paul's been destroyed
by his anger, his rage.

And you,

you hurt a friend

to impress him.

But he doesn't care.

He doesn't even know you exist.

Watch his head, watch
his head, watch his head.

And out, and out. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go. Go.

Door, door, door.

Aah! Fuck off!

That's right! Fuck
the lot of you!

Fuck off!

You and I were loved so much,

even if our fathers
couldn't stay around for us.

Maybe we both need to
be held while we grieve.

But it has to be someone
who can feel pain for our pain,

not revel in it.

Not someone who will abandon us.

Sweet Jesus. Somebody
call for an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

Where's Spector?!

Where's Spector?!

Check the treatment room,
the deescalation room!

Check the kitchen!

Shit. Bailey's room.

Oh, God.

Got him.

Quick. Mind his head, mind
his head, mind his head.

Get the belt, get the belt.

Paul? Paul?

I'm sorry.

Gibson.

Okay.

What is it?

- I have to go.
- What's happened?

I can't tell you. I'm sorry.

Is it Paul?

Bye, Katie.

Oh, God. Dr. Larson.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Paul Spector, the man charged

with the four recent
murders in the Belfast area

was found dead last night

in one of the bedrooms
of the Foyle Clinic,

where he was undergoing
psychiatric assessment.

This morning, an
inquiry was launched

into how he had come to die

whilst under level two
observation by clinic staff.

Spector, 32, was
found dead at 9:31 p.m.

While efforts were
made to revive him,

he was certified dead
by doctors at 9:51 p.m.

The Foyle Clinic's
leading clinician

was also injured
during the incident.

He is in hospital and
in a stable condition.

His injuries are not
thought to be life threatening.

Another patient, Mark
Bailey, 29, was killed.

His family have been informed.

An inquiry into his
death is ongoing.

I can confirm that the PSNI
are not looking for anyone else

in connection with the
murders of Fiona Gallagher,

Sarah Kay, Alice Parker
Monroe, or Joseph Brawley.

An inquest will take place
into each of those deaths.

D.C.I. Eastwood will oversee

the preparation of
those inquest files.

In light of recent
events, and as of today,

I am standing down
from my position

as gold commander of
Operation Music Man.

In addition,

the chief constable has
accepted my resignation.

I would like to
take this opportunity

to thank Detective
Superintendent Gibson

for all her hard work,

her dedication to duty,

and her leadership
during the investigation.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, sir.

Take care, Dani.

And you, ma'am.

"In olden times,

when wishing still
did some good,

there lived a king

whose daughters
were all beautiful.

But the youngest
was so beautiful

that the sun itself, who
indeed has seen so much,

marveled every time
it shone upon her face.

In the vicinity of
the king's castle

there was a large, dark forest,

and in this forest,
beneath an old linden tree,

there was a well.

In the heat of the day,

the princess would
go out into the forest

and sit on the edge
of the cool well.

To pass the time, she
would take a golden ball,

throw it into the air,
and then catch it.

It was her favorite plaything."

- Thank you.
- Thank you, ma'am.

"As she was lying in bed,

he came creeping
up to her and said,

'I am tired, and I want to
sleep as well as you do.

Pick me up, or
I'll tell your father.'

With that, she
became bitterly angry

and threw him against
the wall with all her might.

'Now you will have your
peace, you disgusting frog!'"

She's supposed to kiss him,
not throw him against the wall.

That's Disney.

This is the real story.

"But when he fell down,

he was not a frog...

but a prince

with beautiful, friendly eyes."