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(SIREN WAILING)

Frankie.

- Frankie.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

FRANKIE: Excuse me!

- Boyd...
- It's okay.

- No, sorry, he's going to...
- Yeah, he knows. Just leave him alone.

So what have you got, Frankie?

Well, we've got slashes to
the throat, not wild, controlled.

First one sliced through the main
artery, the second one was just insurance.

- So precise and deliberate, yeah?
- Delivered from behind and to the side.

There was no frenzy. It
was simple, calculated intent.

This had better be good...

The blood on his hands is...?

It would have been where
he grabbed his throat.

Obviously he would have
panicked beyond all reason.

Panic makes you breathe
heavier. The heavier you breathe,

the harder your heart
works, the more you bleed.

I get the picture.

But also, the killer must
have been disturbed

because, look, he
only got through the "S".

So the same car park
that Carstairs was found

in and the "S" on the
back could otherwise...

- Completely different.
- Throat cut, not asphyxiated.

Yeah, and he was dead when this happened,
whereas the others were still breathing.

And they look like executions.
They looked planned.

There must have been a
reason they wanted him dead.

- Have you looked at his trousers?
- What?

- For any sign of sexual activity or...
- SPENCER: Oh, man! Sick on my shoes!

No, there's nothing obvious.
Everything's still intact.

- What?
- Sick on my shoes.

- Frankie?
- Yeah?

- I want you to go back to the hotel.
- Why?

Check out some vomit. And can
you scrape that up for me? Please.

Thanks.

(FRANKIE SIGHS)

OFFICER: Would you
people stand back please?

Boyd?

- I want to talk to you about vomit.
- Vomit?

I can think of four reasons.

Okay, okay, whatever, but I
think you ought to see this first.

Looks like his partner. Definitely
next of kin, all found in his wallet.

- His partner. So Marvin was homosexual?
- Yeah, it looks that way.

There's no reason why we
should know he was homosexual.

No, there isn't. Was he killed
because he was homosexual?

I mean, did he come
here to pick somebody up

and was unfortunate
enough to meet the killer?

Unlikely.

Perhaps he was
enticed here by his killer.

BOYD: We don't even know if
he was killed here by the killer.

- Hi, Greta.
- Hi.

- You all right?
- No, not really.

You've never been on a team
that's lost one of its men before?

No. What's it like?

- It's like this. You don't need that.
- But I...

People don't like looking at
pictures of dead colleagues.

You'd think as a psychiatrist I would
have thought of that, wouldn't you?

I would actually, yeah.

Bulmer here?

- No, he's out with the team.
- Doing what exactly?

He's convinced Dave Marvin was
followed either by Roman Barac

or some other organised
crime figure he'd upset.

What do you think?

If Dave was a threat, then killing
him would be a logical move.

If he hadn't passed on his suspicions
to the rest of us, it would, yeah.

I was due to meet
Dave last night.

- Where?
- Well, he just phoned out of the blue.

He said he wanted to discuss
something. I assumed it was about the case.

And?

And there's something
else you should know.

About Graham Penn.

- He's a police informant.
- Yes, I know that.

- Thanks, thanks.
- FRANKIE: Boyd?

Hi, Greta. Sorry, Boyd.
I've got female DNA

all over Dave Marvin's crime
scene that's unaccountable for.

And actually, Greta, out of
all the people that were there,

yours is the only one I don't have on
file, so I'm going to need to take a swab.

Okay.

I mean, just for
cross-contamination purposes.

So sorry, Frankie, I
should have known better.

No, it's fine.

I was just surprised that you
weren't already on the database.

I’ll go and clean the
syringe and when you've

got a sec, pop in, and
I'll take a pint of blood.

Frankie's got a strange
sense of humour.

No. I want the Carstairs brought
in here now. Yeah, both of them.

I want you to trace over exactly
what Dave Marvin was looking into.

Spence has already
been through his computer.

- I can tell you that...
- Let's check his phone logs.

All right? Calls made, calls
received, notes, mobiles, dials...

- I can give you all that.
- With all respect,

he may have been
looking into something that

we didn't know about.
That includes you.

Dave didn't have agendas, Boyd. I
don't know how you run your team.

- We always have agendas.
- BULMER: Yeah, well, figures.

BOYD: What about
the box, Spence?

It's on the police archives.
He must have requested it.

It'll be good. Dave
Marvin thought of

everything. He thought
of bloody everything.

- Shaugnessy.
- Who?

BULMER: Shaugnessy?

- You never give up, do you?
- Never.

I wasn't talking to you.

Dave was very good, but this,
this is a case that got dropped.

I told him. Everyone told him.

Forensic and pathology
confirmed it was accidental.

Auto-erotic asphyxiation.

It'll all be there.

Accident. Yeah, I mean,
there are similarities,

but not enough
to link them to this.

BOYD: But Dave thought
otherwise. BULMER: Yeah.

- He was good, was he, Sergeant Marvin?
- Yes.

Well, he's dead now, isn't he?

Is there anything, anything
that you should have told me?

Nothing. Shaugnessy was a dead end.
You know everything there is to know.

Because I don't intend losing
any members of my team.

I don't deserve that.

How does Shaugnessy fit in?
Find out if he knew Penn for a start.

- Want the box?
- Yeah.

BOYD: Thank you.

Spence?

- Yeah?
- Door.

I'm going to ask you exactly the
same question I just asked your son.

Other than the two of you, who else
stood to gain from your husband's death?

Strangely enough, he
couldn't answer that either.

Stop it, stop it.

- MEL: Boyd. Thought you'd want to know.
- Anything in the box?

Bulmer's made some
arrests. He's interviewing now.

Oh, God!

Why has Bulmer suddenly
leapt to the conclusion

that it's the work
of a hired hit man?

Because the man's a moron.

Your husband was worth
an awful lot of money.

MRS CARSTAIRS: No. This is just too
ridiculous. We had no need of the money.

It's a sizeable settlement
figure, Mrs Carstairs.

It was a sizeable
marriage, Mr Bulmer.

Mrs Carstairs, your husband
died a slow, horrible death,

gasping for air whilst the
life was choked out of him

by somebody who was buggering
him violently at the same time.

How can you reassure
me that you and/or your son

didn't manage to find one
contract killer in England

smart enough to employ
this modus operandi?

I didn't kill him. I would
never have hurt him.

He wasn't perfect, but then,
who is? And I loved him.

What about Raymond? How
did he get on with his father?

I want to know more about
your son, Mrs Carstairs.

So do I, Mr Bulmer. All mothers
want to know more about their sons.

I want the hit
man, Mrs Carstairs.

One of my officers
is lying dead in the

mortuary because he
was killed by the same man.

Okay, that's enough. Mrs Carstairs,
would you come outside with me, please?

- It's all right, it's okay.
- What the hell are you doing, Boyd?

DS Silver will look after you. Please
get them a cup of tea, would you?

- Greta, leave now!
- Where the hell do you think you're going?

Boyd!

Boyd!

Boyd!

Boyd!

Boyd!

What the hell do you
think you're playing at?

I swear to God I'll have
you, Boyd! I'll have you!

I was interviewing
possible suspects, you idiot!

Mrs Carstairs is not
a possible suspect.

Are you lecturing
me, you tosser?

Look if I turn your mike off,
Bulmer, I can't hear you, okay?

You see? I didn't hear you. I
couldn't hear what you were saying.

I just turned it off. So it's a
waste of time abusing me, all right?

I am too far into the
investigation, Boyd!

You're miles away.
Your methods are crap. I

don't trust you and
I don't even like you.

I found a link between
the murders, an

organised crime link,
and I responded to it!

- I assume you're talking about Penn.
- Yeah, Penn.

How do you know about
that? It was you, wasn't it?

You had Roman Barac flagged.

- We had a deal.
- Eh?

- We had a deal!
- Screw your deal!

Dave Marvin was
my right hand, Boyd!

And you didn't even know
the most basic thing about him.

Oh, is that what you
think? Well, you're wrong.

Every time I copped a big job,
Dave was the first name on my list.

I'd trust him with my life,
and I did more than once.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

Ah. If you're referring to his personal
life, that's exactly what it was, personal.

He chose to keep it private.
That was his affair and it still is.

He never once
mentioned he was gay.

And you know what?
It was never an issue.

Just like there were things
about me he never knew.

The way I saw it, he didn't
want me to know, so I didn't.

Let me out, Boyd!

Just let him out, Spence,
when he calms down, will you?

What right do you
have to behave like that?

I have every right to do that.

- It was very uncomfortable.
- He was out of control.

He was out of control
before we started, but

now Marvin's dead,
he's close to imploding.

- Surely that's his problem.
- Book him for some sessions.

- He can't afford me.
- Twice a week.

If he goes to pieces, your
reputation goes with him.

Am I supposed to believe you're not
worried about your own reputation?

The advantage of having my
reputation is I have nothing to lose.

The advantage of
having nothing to lose is

I don't let upsetting
people get in the way.

- God, you're like a child.
- I'm worse. I'm a child with a badge.

(PHONE RINGING)

- It's Bulmer. Do you mind?
- No, I don't mind.

Did you know that
Marvin was a homosexual?

I thought he might
be. Woman's intuition.

MEL: Boyd, Penn's on the move.

- Where are the Carstairs?
- They've just left.

- Did you make them any tea?
- Yeah. Why?

Get Raymond's mug
over to Frankie, will you?

Okay.

Did Penn say where he was going?

He told Wilcox to meet
him at the usual place.

- I'm toast. Spence, you're on.
- I'm there.

Where'd he go?

BOYD: There he is. SPENCER:
I'll try round the other side.

Okay.

Where the hell's he
going? Let's talk to this guy.

I've got an eyeball on him.

Shit.

Spence, stay where you
are. Don't do anything.

I'm calling for backup
and then we'll hit them.

It's DS Silver, Cold Case Unit,
Paddington base, near the taxi rank.

We need backup on the hurry-up.

BOYD: I think you'd better put
your seat belt on. MEL: Why?

We're going for a little spin.

- I can't find it. I haven't got one.
- Just hold on, okay?

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Out. Get out!

Mel.

Shit!

BOYD: This way.

Take a seat, Mr Wilcox.

Look, you know, she was
just a street kid, you know?

I've got two kids of me own.

Would you come in here
a minute, please, Mel?

He fell off the chair.

So there was no third man. Carstairs
was having sex with a young boy.

- The third person in the car was a kid.
- A rent boy.

Yeah. Provided by Penn.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

I thought I knew you better.

So did I.

(SIGHING) I just
don't know what to say.

You understand how it happened.

Can you forgive me?

- Would that make you feel better?
- A bit.

Well, I don't think I can.

I never want to see
you like that again.

There's an obvious
question we're not asking.

What's that?

- Was Dave Marvin a child abuser?
- No.

No.

His killing bears some
similarities to the others.

Yeah, but it also bears a
lot of differences, Spence.

I mean, Dave was killed in
haste. In comparison, it was crude,

and it doesn't involve any form
of sexual gratification or seduction.

I strongly suspect that Dave was
killed because of what he knew.

- A warning from organised crime?
- Yeah.

He and Bulmer turned over
practically every syndicate in London.

Yeah, that's...
That's what I think.

It's gonna be 24 hours before we
get Wilcox's DNA to know if he's linked.

Okay.

And I can confirm that Penn
isn't the killer of Dave Marvin.

I've checked and rechecked
the video footage and

he was definitely still
at work when Dave died.

Yeah, but he has to be part of
it. Penn's linked to all of them.

Carstairs, when they
were arrested together,

Tomas Barac, through
his brother's restaurant,

- and Dave Marvin as his informant.
- So what about Shaugnessy?

We don't know that he was
linked to the others, do we?

No, not yet, but there
has to be something.

Penn may not be the
killer, but he's the key.

He has links to Shaugnessy
somewhere. Dave Marvin was sure of it.

I'm only going to say this
once, twice, if I end up in court.

I'm really sorry about what
happened in the interview room.

- BOYD: Okay?
- Okay.

Okay.

Mel, can you come
with me, please?

Where are we going?

We're going to go and
see the girl. Please.

And can somebody get
Raymond Carstairs back in? Alone.

Please.

Get Raymond Carstairs
back in. No, no. Alone.

MEL: Should we go in? BOYD: No.

No. She's been
through enough today.

BOYD: Okay.

Okay, so we know the Marquis de
Sade's dead so we know it's not him,

but we really don't have a
clue who the killer is, do we?

Greta.

Well, we know he's
driven, determined...

Determined. Determined and
specific. Specific is the key word for me.

Because that suggests that he's emotionally
and at least intellectually involved

in this whole area. Yeah?

Go on.

That's all I've got to
say about it, really, I...

GRACE: Well, his fury, his drive to
kill, must have come from somewhere.

Well, we're assuming
it's sexual, aren't we?

- Because of the semen?
- If it is the killer's, yeah.

BOYD: Frankie.

Can you tell if the
murders were committed in

the same timeframe as
the sexual encounters?

Yeah, I can, but it's messy.

It depends if there's any difference in the
oxygenation between the semen on the back

- and the semen on the sheets.
- So it's messy.

- Yeah, it's messy.
- But it's possible?

- Yeah, it's possible.
- Great.

Great.

FRANKIE: What's that?
Where did it come from?

- Oh, it's sick.
- What?

It's a little boy in
a paddling pool.

- The kid's naked.
- He's playing, Spence.

Haven't you upset enough people?

It's just a little boy
in a paddling pool.

But surrounded by all
this, it is sexual, yes?

Yeah.

But if you take all this
world away from it, it's

just a little boy in a
paddling pool, isn't it?

Yeah.

- Who is it?
- What happened to him?

What happened to the little
boy in the paddling pool?

What did you say?

I just told her it was a
picture of me, that's all.

It's a picture of me.

- Oh...
- That was a cheap trick.

I'm sorry. I was just
trying to make a point.

Oh, really? What point is that?

I'm sorry. Okay?

I'm sorry.

Yesterday I was walking
along on the subway,

and I saw this little boy
holding a man's hand.

The kid couldn't have been
more than, what, six years old.

I was on my way to tell Dave
Marvin's partner that he was dead.

But I couldn't focus on that because I'm
looking at this boy holding a man's hand,

thinking is that his
father's hand he's holding?

Or is it something else,
you know, something...

That's an
understandable reaction.

- But it's a sad reaction, isn't it?
- Yes.

In what is meant to be a civilised society,
I'm looking at a boy holding a man's hand

and I'm thinking, "Is he
all right? Is that his father?"

I just wanted the kid
to give me a sign. You

know, to tell me that
everything was all right.

Just a thumbs-up, you
know. Just a little thumbs-up.

For your sake or for his?

That's not... That's
not the point, though.

That's... You can be...

You can be annoying.
Right, that's not the point.

What I'm saying is
that it's our brains that

have just got a twisted
kind of perspective.

That's why I put the damn
photo up on the damn board.

Well, you shouldn't assume that the
people you're talking to are unaffected.

I don't assume anything.

You have, what, 15, 20
people working for you?

- I have 20 people. 20 people.
- 20 people. Well.

If statistics are right, chances are that
two people on your team have been abused.

I'm sorry. That was mean.

- What's going on out there?
- Who knows?

- He fancies her, doesn't he?
- Grace!

- Did I just say that out loud?
- Yes, you did.

GRACE: I'm so naughty.

You know, you really
were quite cute as a child.

- Does that shock you?
- Yes. I wonder what happened.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, you must have been
pretty gorgeous yourself.

Not bad.

Were you born with brown eyes, or
did they start blue and turn brown?

- I was born with brown eyes.
- Right.

- Only child?
- Yes.

- Spoilt rotten, were you?
- Yeah.

Yeah, little daddy's girl.

I really don't think that's
any of your business.

I'm sorry.

See, I've apologised to you
again. That's twice. I just did.

Look, why don't I just say
one big one? Okay? I'm sorry.

Some killers get slipshod. The more
they kill, the more confident they get.

Then they learn from
their earlier mistakes.

Has she got
anything on the vomit?

- Oh, hello. No, she hasn't yet.
- Oh.

But she might have something
on the Shaugnessy case.

Yeah, given time, Boyd, I
might be able to get some DNA

from the leather belt or
the dressing gown belt.

- Mmm-hmm?
- Because if they were pulled tight,

without gloves, there's
a chance that the

killer's DNA might have
remained in the fibre.

- From?
- Sweat.

- Eh?
- Love her.

Put them back.

- Okay. But they're in bags.
- Yeah, just put them back.

- God, she's such a...
- Bossy?

That wasn't the
word I was thinking of.

Just get back to Greta.

- Huh?
- Are you feeling better?

- I wasn't ill.
- Oh.

Something's been bothering
me ever since we've met.

- Mmm. I have that effect on people.
- You were very quiet.

- Was I?
- Mmm-hmm.

Sometimes I find it
hard to express myself.

Is that why you don't teach?

- You don't teach, do you?
- I'm a better administrator.

Yeah, or is it that you just
don't have the patience?

Yes, that, too.

No, I understand because I
don't have much patience either.

- Oh, is that a threat?
- No. Not at all.

You've got this all
wrong, you know.

It was obvious when your colleague
dragged me and my mother in.

Well, I'm sorry. Superintendent
Bulmer was misguided.

Mmm. Superintendent Bullshit.

The man shouldn't have a
badge. He's a dangerous man.

So was your father, but you didn't say
anything about him, did you, Raymond?

I'm sorry.

This has nothing to do with homosexuals
running around on the heath, has it?

Has it?

No.

It's about sex and children.

Mmm.

Sex and children. Yes.

Sex and children.

Sex and children should be brushed
under the carpet, don't you think?

I want to know about
you and your father.

Well, my father was a
very complicated man.

Sometimes he could be extremely
generous, almost to a fault.

But there were two sides to him.
Like the light and dark side of the moon.

But he was...

inspirational.

He was a motivator.

He also was an abuser,
an abuser of children.

Do you really think this started
off with walking the heath?

He ran a school, Boyd.

Come on. Little
man, ran a school?

Imagine it.

He ran a school and
he was a child molester.

That's why he was killed, is it?

- Do you recognise this man?
- No, is he dead, too?

- Who else knew what your father was into?
- Am I presumed guilty

- just because I knew what he did?
- Well, motive. It gives you motive.

Yes, it does.

See, we're looking for
somebody like you, Raymond,

somebody who was probably a
victim of abuse themselves, intelligent,

with a desire to avenge.

- Well, two out of three ain't bad.
- Not much of a defence, though, is it?

Look...

I was buggered up
beyond all reason.

Literally.

I tried therapy,
even role-playing,

and I swear to God that most of the
therapists were more screwed up than I was.

I was expected to go in there and
release all my rage against my father

for taking down my pyjamas,
night, after night, after night,

and all I could do was
be angry at my mother.

My father screwed me up beyond recognition,
and all I do is take it out on my mother.

Do you think your mother
knew what was going...

Of course she did!

Why are you so sure?

Because she didn't love
me like my father did.

She never gave me treats and
she never wanted to shag me.

I'm not scared of you, you know.

- I haven't done anything yet.
- Yet.

- I may not do anything ever to anyone.
- Like what?

Like what you suspect me of.
There's a simple cause and effect.

We know the cause, don't we,
Raymond? So what's the effect going to be?

Are you going to tell me, or are
we going to sit here any longer?

- I know what you're thinking.
- What?

When do I stop being the victim of
a crime and become the perpetrator?

- Perpetrator of what?
- Inhuman passion.

Inappropriate
attraction. Uncontrollable

desire. They're in me.
I think they're in me.

- How do you know they're in you?
- They were put in me.

Whether by nurture or nature, I
don't know, but they are in me.

I can't arrest you for a crime
that you haven't committed yet.

You know, I've always
had a fear that one day

the victims of sexual abuse
will be tagged by the likes of you.

Statistically, I am more
likely to become an

abuser having been
abused than you having not.

I admit, that does
have a terrifying logic.

- Came up with it myself.
- I'd keep it to yourself.

What, like everything else? Like my
childhood? Like my life as I live it now?

And how do you
live your life now?

- FRANKIE: Boyd.
- In fear.

Raymond Carstairs' DNA
came through. There's no match.

Okay, Raymond.

- You. You're an attractive man.
- Thank you.

I can't believe you haven't
walked down the street

and not turned round after a
girl who's just walked past you

- in a short skirt and an ambiguous smile.
- No, that's true.

Then you've turned to look at
her, thinking that she hasn't noticed,

and at that split second, she
turns round and looks directly at you.

And it's only then that you notice
that you're looking at a girl of no more

- than 13 or 14 years old.
- BOYD: Yeah, that has happened, yes.

RAYMOND: And you
think, "Blimey. I'm leering

after a girl who's still
doing her homework."

Am I sick?

- I don't think so.
- Are you sure?

A simple mistake,
then you just carry on

walking. Thousands of
people do it every day.

But I look around terrified.
Has anyone seen me?

The police, CCTV
cameras, the girl's father?

We exert moral reason
over animal instinct.

Ah.

The person that you want,
Boyd, is not like you or me.

They cannot even begin to
rationalise, not directly to themselves.

They are still hurting.
They still want the ice cream.

They still crave the love of the
one person who destroyed their life,

but they cannot bring
themselves to separate the ties.

So you find someone as abhorrent as
your father and you have sex with them.

It's a way of getting off.

It's an exercise in
self-loathing and, believe

me, it's a sorry state
of affairs for anyone.

You are driven to
it and you are sorry.

- You're sorry?
- Yes.

Sorry.

As in pathetic.

(SIREN WAILING)

Found nothing at Penn's. Got him
circulated, but still nothing's come in.

BOYD: He's got to be somewhere.
He can't have disappeared.

Where's Bulmer?

Just leave it with me.
I'm not holding out on you.

Just give us an hour.

Doesn't that man understand what
it means to work together as a team?

When you work together as a team, Greta,
you're meant to share information, hmm?

We know that the murders
are consistent with someone

harbouring intense,
internal sexual outrage.

Not that kind of information.

There are two separate forms of aggression.
Firstly, the killings themselves,

- and secondly, the mutilation.
- Yeah.

- The carving on their backs.
- Yeah.

So why wasn't Wilcox targeted
by the seducer or the killer, then?

BOYD: Because he's an
out and out paedophile!

The seducer is a mature woman.
We know that from the DNA,

the secretions on the sheet. But this
man's tastes are strictly prepubescent.

All right. Raymond
Carstairs, how does he fit in?

- He's not...
- His problem's with himself.

- He's terrified of what he might become.
- He's a victim. He's not a killer.

And Tomas Barac was a target
because he was into young girls.

So whether Penn knowingly or unknowingly
led the killer to the victims...

- Yeah.
- We've still got to find him.

Which brings us back to
Penn. We've got to find him.

And we've got to wait for Bulmer to do
that, and that is one frightening thought.

Boyd, there's a guy here to
see you. Says it's important.

- Who?
- A William Laurence.

- Do you want me to stick around?
- No, you go.

- Okay. Night.
- Night.

- Grace?
- Yeah?

- Are you going home?
- Not yet, no.

- What are you doing?
- I'm looking for semen.

What for?

Did you know you can get
that stuff on the internet?

Well, I've got my own.

I'm not sure that it's sexual
on the part of the killer.

- What?
- The semen. The semen on the bodies.

I think it's more likely to be
the woman that's left it there.

A sort of last insult, a
final act of debasement.

What, so she gets a bottle of
this semen and sploshes it...

I’ll leave that to your
imagination how she...

- I'm there, yeah.
- Glad I'm not.

(GROANS)

Vomit in the car park.

No, too contaminated, but I have
got a print from the hotel corridor.

Whoever was sick must have
leant over to support themselves.

Grace!

Now, the print is only a 9-point match,
so I can't give you a court conviction

but I can give you a
name and an address.

- Fingerprint?
- No, from a previous record.

William Laurence, Heath
End Lane, Hampstead.

- William Laurence?
- Yeah.

- William Laurence.
- He's here. In the building.

- Straightaway.
- Yeah.

Okay.

- Mr Laurence.
- Yeah.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

- What did you want to see me about?
- Erm...

I have some information. Well, I
suppose you could call it information.

Yes, yes. I have
some information.

BOYD: What is that information?
WILLIAM: Are you in charge here?

BOYD: Yes, I am. Detective Superintendent
Boyd. This is my forensic psychologist.

GRACE: Dr Foley.

WILLIAM: I killed
them. I killed them all.

Shaugnessy, James Carstairs,

Tomas Barac, Graham Penn.

Graham Penn?

You killed Graham Penn?

- Dave Marvin?
- I don't know a Dave Marvin.

But if he was that young policeman
who was killed in the car park,

I assure you that was
nothing to do with me.

Was he like the others?

What were the others
like, Mr Laurence?

I saw in them a man I once
was and it filled me with loathing.

For them or for yourself?

For myself, a
self-loathing. Yes, of course.

I, er, I hope I don't
disappoint you.

Oh, I don't really care about
disappointment, Mr Laurence,

- but if you waste my time...
- I'm not, I'm not! You know that.

Good. Convince me.

- What can I say to convince you?
- How did you leave the bodies?

Very still.

Very still.

If you're referring
to the mutilation,

saying "sorry" didn't
quite seem adequate.

And you just have to believe

how sorry I am.

That's why I'm here, in a way.

For my daughter.

- For your daughter?
- Yes, I haven't seen her for some time.

And you want to tell her
that you killed these men?

Of course that. Of course,
yes, that, but other things as well.

WILLIAM: I remember
when she was 12, just.

She always wanted to be
12, ever since she was 10.

"Daddy, when will I be 12?"

And for her 12th
birthday, I abused her.

BOYD: I know this is
difficult for you, Mr Laurence,

but I want you to tell me exactly
what happened to these men.

It's hard to put into words the
feeling of walking up to her room.

- The trepidation...
- Can we start with Tomas Barac, please?

The expectation. It was as if the
house was suddenly full of doors.

As I wandered through opening
and closing each door behind me,

quietly, so my
wife wouldn't hear...

Don't open. Please don't open.

(DOOR OPENING)

WILLIAM: I don't really know what I'm
doing here, except I feel oddly better.

I was just trying to
clean up after my little girl.

That's what parents do, isn't
it? Clean up after their children?

Grace, I need to see
you out here, please.

Excuse me.

Grace, I've got the results
back on the Shaugnessy case,

and Greta Simpson's DNA is causing
me concern because it's from sweat.

- It can't be, Frankie.
- Well, it is.

- What about the vomit?
- I can tell you it belongs to a female.

I found traces of a birth-control pill
and they're taking anti-depressants.

Greta wasn't involved in the Shaugnessy
investigation. She told me so herself.

(SIGHS)

My daughter doesn't
know I'm here, you

understand? She doesn't
know about any of this.

- Are you sure about that, Mr Laurence?
- Of course I'm sure.

These murders involve a man
and a woman working together.

Well, I suppose in a sense they did,
except she didn't know she was involved.

She didn't?

Well, no.

I'd like to carry on
with this in a couple

of minutes, if you don't
mind, Mr Laurence.

But my daughter, I need to
see her. I need to see her now.

I understand. You
want to see Greta.

Yes. I need to see her.

I need her to know
how sorry I am.

WILLIAM: Shh.

Shh.

Never tell.

Never tell.

Night.

Greta?

Greta!

(RETCHING)

Greta?

(MOBILE RINGING)

- Yeah.
- BULMER: It's me. Penn's dead.

Yes, I know.

Greta?

Greta?

I just want to
see her to tell her.

Why won't she let me explain?
Why won't she let me say sorry?

Have you thought that she
may be frightened of you?

Would you understand that?

Yes.

And have you thought that she may
be frightened she might forgive you?

GRETA: It was easier when he didn't think
that he had anything to apologise for.

He ruined everything

and now he wants
to make it better.

The truth is...

The truth is some things
just don't get better.

- No, they don't.
- And those men he killed...

I didn't really
know them, but...

I needed them.

Because of him.

It's funny, isn't it? Dads never really
like the men their daughters sleep with.

You should go home.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Well, we've got a lot of
work to do, haven't we?

- I need my coat.
- Here.

- Okay?
- Yep.

- Here.
- Thank you.

And your money.

Greta?

What happened with Dave Marvin?

I'd arranged to meet him
at the car park that night.

I was going to tell him everything.
He was the only person I trusted.

And when you arrived,
he was already dead.

I thought so.

- Good night.
- Night.

Greta?