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Wanna get out of the
house now, please?

Get the mask on him.

Twenty minutes after the fire started,
the emergency services arrived.

Natasha Bloom appeared
to be the only survivor.

She had significant burns on her
hands, but otherwise she was okay.

Natasha, who was in the house?

- Your mum and dad?
- And Claudia.

A month from now,
Natasha Bloom will stand trial

for the murders of her
parents, Peter and Hannah,

and of her younger
sister, Claudia.

I thought Claudia lived in
that cottage on the green.

- No, she was staying the night.
- With Joshua?

Joshua was spared.

What's happened
to the little boy?

He was living with Dad
until Dad tried to kill himself.

- Now he's in care.
- Okay.

Two years ago, Natasha
was referred to me by her GP,

and I administered a course of
cognitive behavioural psychiatry.

After the fire, this
cropped up in her notes,

and the police asked
me if I'd see her.

I agreed.

Claudia...

she was a mule.

You know, a drugs mule.

- Claudia?
- Then she got my parents involved.

Natasha told me that
prior to starting the

fire, she'd been
receiving calls from a man

who told her that she was in
great danger from her family.

When you treated Natasha,
what was her condition?

She was schizophrenic.

- Sub-type?
- Paranoid.

- Command hallucination.
- Voices telling her to do things?

I tried to warn you, Henry.

Don't you remember getting
a note, an anonymous note?

I remember.

Don't touch my head!

Okay, Natasha! Okay, okay, okay.
Calm down. It's only me, Henry.

The mystery caller told Natasha
that he was her shepherd.

And he quoted Ezekiel 34.

"As a shepherd
seeketh out his flock,

"so will I deliver them out of all
places where they have been scattered

"in the cloudy and dark day."

Now, that rang a bell.

As well as doing freelance
work, I run Walstead's secure unit,

where I have a patient
called Fay Harding,

who murdered the parents of
a boy that she was fixated on.

- This was?
- This was March, 2001.

After her arrest,

Fay claimed she'd
been driven to kill by a

man who told her he
was an emissary of God,

and her shepherd.

I went back over
Fay's testimony.

Not only was the stranger's opening
gambit the same quote from Ezekiel,

it was from the same
version of the Bible.

Have you explained this
connection to the team

that is investigating the
Natasha Bloom case?

Inspector Brooks wants a quick
result so the community can heal.

You think this person,
this shepherd, is out there?

I think it's a coincidence
that I can't explain.

Two women, three
years and 50 miles apart.

They suffer the exact
same hallucinations, and

then they go on to
commit multiple murders.

Natasha Bloom's trial will be the
trial of the year. We'll never get near it.

One of my students
from the fire investigation

centre is working
on the Bloom case.

That could be an in.

Yeah, but the one thing he could tell
me was that he couldn't tell me anything.

Look, if Fay Harding had an accomplice,
this shepherd, then it's a cold case.

Except there's no
evidence that she did.

- Don't tell me you're not curious, Spence.
- I'm not.

- Then you should be doing something else.
- That's a little harsh, Mel.

Oh, come on. I'm
just saying, with all the

evidence we've got, we
should be investigating.

Yeah. We will.

Fay Harding's responsibility for the
death of your parents is not in doubt.

- But...?
- We're considering the possibility,

and it's only a possibility,

that she was manipulated into
doing what she did by a third party.

- Who?
- We don't know who.

Then what makes
it a possibility?

- A similar case has come to light.
- Similar how?

That's as much as we
can tell you, I'm afraid.

You think it's possible Fay Harding
killed my parents at someone else's behest?

It's a theory we want to discount
is the best way of looking at it.

You can discount it right now. Fay
Harding was a friendless psychopath.

What is it you want from me?

We'd like to talk to you about
your relationship with Fay Harding.

A drunken kiss is
hardly a relationship.

Is that the extent of
your physical contact?

Yes.

Adam, can I speak to you? Now?

Why don't you get off to
the surgery? I'll be okay.

Don't let Fay Harding back in.

That is one shit-eating grin.

Gary Duke, Adam's father.

Born in Stepney, entered the army as
a private, eventually became a colonel.

Well, that's a career arc.

Before getting dishonourably
discharged in 1985.

- What for?
- Killed two fellow officers.

- Dishonourably discharged?
- It was self-defence.

He'd slept with
one of their wives.

Good Lord. That's
what the grin's for.

Five years later he was head of the
fifth largest security firm in Europe.

Then on the 27th of March, 2001,
the Duke family are about to sit down

for a Sunday lunch when
Fay Harding appears.

Gary and his son disagree
about whether or not to let her in.

Briefly, Adam prevails.

You go through that door,
you're no longer a son of mine.

Let me just talk to her and
tell her it's all over, all right?

- All right.
- God!

But when Adam
decides she's got to go,

Fay loses it and throws a
pan of boiling water in his face.

This was taken on his admission to
the Chelsea and Westminster Burns Unit.

When Adam's father intervenes,
Fay grabbed a kitchen knife,

stabs him in the chest and he
goes down. Then she stabs him again

and again

- and again.
- How many times?

Seven times in total.

His neck was so lacerated that
his head almost came off his body.

That wiped the
smile off his face.

- Grace!
- Oh, sorry. Sorry.

Erm, what about the
mother, Lindsay Duke?

No, she's the stepmother.
They'd been married...

- Er, three years.
- Three years.

Well, the pattern of bloody
footprints in the hallway

suggests that Fay went
looking for her in quite a hurry.

Lindsay made a
temporary escape...

but she couldn't scale the
eight-foot electrified fence.

That's Duke Security for you.

There was only light trauma
from the knife on Lindsay's chest.

And bruising around her throat.

SOCOs did find Fay's
fingerprints on Lindsay's neck,

but the actual cause of death
was a massive heart attack.

So, not quite so
easy to kill the woman.

Detective Superintendent Boyd.

- Boyd and...?
- Dr Foley.

That's A Block, where
we keep the nevers.

Ah, never get better
or never get out?

With some patients the risk of
relapse outweighs all proof of recovery,

but with medication they can lead
something approaching a fruitful life.

Is Fay Harding a never?

She was.

Now I'm not sure. Did I mention
she's appealing to be released?

- Appealing, as in, you're against it?
- Her father's talked her into it.

She's really quite happy here.

Well, I'm not
surprised. It's very nice.

What did you tell her about us?

That you're investigating
someone claiming to be delusional

and you wanted to
meet the real deal.

What a beautiful garden.

Hello, Fay.

- Hello, Fay.
- Hi.

Fay, we're not here to talk about
the deaths of Lindsay and Gary Duke.

We're more interested in the... In
the events that led up to that day.

Events are real. I'm the
last person you should ask.

But am I right in
saying that you believed

you were having a
relationship with Adam Duke?

And that there was a
stranger, a guardian angel...

Shepherd.

He wasn't real either.

- Do you believe that?
- My mind does.

But you still have the
memories, is that it?

Would you share
those memories with us?

Why? They didn't happen.

David?

This was my idea, Fay.

If you don't want to...

I always had a
problem with reality.

I saw a psychiatrist a few times
at school, but Dad put a stop to it.

He said they were all
atheists in the pay of the devil.

Is your father religious?

You could say that. He's
the sacristan at church.

Fact is, if you really
need something,

not just want it,

nothing can get in the way.

Not even reality.

Is that how you felt
about Adam Duke?

I can't remember
what he looks like now,

but I remember how I felt,

seeing him for the first time.

It was like...

I'd been punched.

He kept coming over,
even though his girlfriend...

fiancée, was sat right
there with his mates.

I went downstairs
to change a barrel.

Even before I saw him,
I knew Adam was there.

He kissed me

and that's where the split
comes between what happened

and what was just in my head.

Can we stick to what
you believe happened?

He was gentle.

He knew it was my first time.

You remember having sex?

And the next day,
and the day after that.

We were lovers.
We did it everywhere.

All over his house.

In every room.

In his parents' bed.

Except we didn't.

If we had been in a relationship, her
behaviour would have almost been normal.

One day she came
round with a bottle of wine.

I opened the door and she
breezed right past me saying,

"Oh, I thought we'd
just stay in this evening."

What did you do?

I let her stay for half an hour.

- Did she make a pass at you?
- Probably. She usually did.

Was I tempted? Yes.

- Did I succumb? No.
- Never?

Never.

- How did you get rid of her?
- I just escorted her down to the lane.

Sounds painless.

I never saw any
violence in her till that day.

Had your parents met
Fay before that day?

No, they spent weekdays at
Dad's place in Holland Park.

And why were you at home so
much, if you don't mind me asking?

I was due to start medical
school that autumn.

Did you?

And Duke Security?

I didn't want to run his
life's work into the ground,

- which is what I would have done.
- And now?

Now I can't be around
anyone for long, except Bryony.

Don't get her wrong.
Bryony's a saint.

- What about Fay?
- I try not to hate her.

That's very generous. Why?

Long before Dad could
afford ad agencies,

he came up with
Duke Security's tagline.

"You're only as strong
as your weakest link."

He was dead right.

You talking about yourself?

I was educated, sane,
not to mention engaged,

and I let her in.

After the party,
I felt disgusting.

Dad was upset 'cause he could smell the
drink on me, and so I went to confession.

The light wasn't on
in the confessional,

but I could see
someone in there.

I knew straightaway
it wasn't Father Peter.

He said he knew my name
and what I'd come to confess.

And did he?

He said it was nothing to be
ashamed of, that Adam loved me,

and God wanted
us to have a child.

I said, "How
could that be true?"

How could he know
all these things?

And he said

if I didn't have the grace
to accept God's gifts,

then I deserved to die,
miserable and alone,

without knowing love.

- Do you have any idea who this person was?
- No. He wasn't real.

But he was there. I mean,
there was somebody there.

Go on.

If it wasn't for the crucifix...

He passed me a
crucifix through the grill.

And where is it, this crucifix?

It's in her possession box.

- Fay.
- Dad?

- Who are these people?
- They're police officers, Mr Harding.

Oh. I'll be raising
this at the appeal.

This is the crucifix that Fay Harding
said that she was given by the shepherd.

Now, the world standard
for silver purity is sterling.

Basically, anything less than
92.5% purity doesn't make the grade.

And this is?

Well, I did my own DIY test
with nitric acid, as you can see.

Now, depending on the purity,
it’ll go from orange to pink to red.

- Wow. So this is tops?
- Yeah.

- Valuable, then?
- About as valuable as silver gets.

- So that's quite a gift.
- Mmm-hmm.

- And it's a hell of a hallmark, too.
- I know. Fancy.

Okay, yeah, fancy.

How did you get on with
your fire investigator man?

Boyd.

He's emailing me over
Natasha Bloom's arrest sheet,

and believe you me,
that was under duress.

I thought you had influence
and power over these people.

Yeah, so did I.

All these little men that
you like to dominate.

Don't I wish.

How the hell did
Fay Harding get off?

She didn't get off. She got
detained under the Mental Health Act.

Even though she had the presence
of mind to kill a fleeing witness?

She needs the Home
Secretary's say-so to get a release.

Let's hope that
she never gets it.

That's our in.

Do you have a copy
of the scene inventory?

My involvement is
exclusively related to the fire.

I just need to see the hallmark
on the back of this crucifix.

- That's personal effects.
- Yeah.

I just told you, Frankie, I
don't have a scene inventory.

But you do have access to it.

Not without a good reason.

Isn't working on the case
a good enough reason?

- Come on, Nick. I gave you a B.
- Why don't you go in the front door?

I tried. Inspector
Brooks is ready for trial.

And you want me to repay him by going
behind his back without telling me why?

Repay him?

He gave me a break,
requesting me for this case.

How did he know who you were?

- Him and my dad play golf together.
- Oh.

He chose you so he
could manipulate you.

You've got a lot to learn about
the art of persuasion, Frankie.

Yeah, sorry. That
was out of order.

No, it wasn't.

Boyd, obviously, I
can't take this off-site,

but this is Natasha
Bloom's crucifix,

and it's got exactly the same
hallmark on the back as Fay Harding's.

- Okay.
- And I've traced it. Look.

Now, usually it's the maker's mark on the
back, but very occasionally it's a place.

Cuazo Duarte is a small
town 50 miles outside Naples.

In 1954, it was wiped out by an
earthquake, silversmiths and all.

So these haven't
been made for 50 years.

Now, I'm checking all of London's antique
jewellery outlets going back to 2000.

- Makes them extremely rare, yeah?
- As rocking-horse shit.

Thanks, Frankie. This gets us
a meeting with Natasha Bloom.

I think I'm right in saying
that after Manchester,

Liverpool's the
biggest city in the north.

Anyway, Daddy was part
of a big old family there.

His grandfather started some
sort of business, shipping I think,

but I don't know exactly
where because I've never been.

But I really must one day.

Natasha, is this your crucifix?

- Yes.
- Would you like it back?

- Why, what have you done to it?
- Nothing.

Okay, then. Yes, please.

Very beautiful.

- Where did you get it from?
- It came in the post.

I won it.

- Do you still have the package it came in?
- No.

I'm always winning things,
much to Daddy's extreme irritation.

"Tash, dearest," he says,

"do you really think these people would run
these things if they weren't coining it?"

- And I say...
- Somebody's got to win.

Exactly! You're not a competition
hound as well, are you?

No, no, but my mother was.

Now, you see, my mother is a
classic closet competition fiend.

- What's that?
- Kevlar.

Aircraft manufacture. What the
hell is that doing in her bedroom?

- Inspector Brooks didn't follow it up.
- Why doesn't that surprise me?

- Frankie?
- Yeah?

After Natasha lost her job
as a primary school teacher,

she moved into the top
floor of her parents' house.

Yeah.

- There were no phone points in here.
- So?

So how was the
shepherd calling her?

We're not saying
he is God, are we?

Natasha, where do you
think you are right now?

Police station.

And why are you
here, do you think?

To help you find my family.

My real family.

Real, as opposed to...

You're so crude.

I was gonna give you
the benefit of the doubt.

I promised I wouldn't, but then that's
me, always seeing the best in people.

Promised? Promised who?

Hmm?

Natasha, Dr Carney was
telling us about your friend.

Your friend on the telephone.

My friend on the telephone? Who
do you think I am, a pissing baby?

Sorry, you were telling me about
your mother liking competitions.

What were her favourites? It
was cereal boxes got me going.

Six Alpen coupons got me
a figurine of Black Beauty,

but they sent the
Cutty Sark by mistake.

So Mummy wrote to complain and
then they sent back two to compensate.

Black Beauties, not Cutty Sarks.

So I gave one to Claudia
for her tenth birthday,

and I think she kept it. In
fact, I think she's still got it.

- What about David Carney?
- Hand it over to him?

Natasha knows him, trusts him.

He's the only person she's
spoken to about the shepherd.

But his version of events
hasn't exactly checked out.

Now, he told us Natasha was
getting phone calls from the shepherd.

Did she mention that?

We got a little bit
hooked on the Cutty Sark.

Well, she didn't have a phone, mobile
or landline. And she didn't get out much.

Well, even more of a reason to
get Carney in. He can clarify that.

You think?

- Sorry we had to meet here.
- It's fine. It was short notice.

I'm going to my
brother's PhD ceremony.

- Bit of a three-line whip.
- Oh, right. Older or younger?

Older. Younger
at heart, he'd say.

I checked back through my notes.

Natasha Bloom never referred
to phone calls, only "calls".

You've found something linking
Fay Harding and Natasha Bloom.

Yes.

But you can't tell me.

Your boss wants help
unlocking Natasha.

Actually, it was my
idea to come to you.

Do you know what
shadow aspect is?

No.

We keep a part of our brain
locked up in a dark corner

because its urges and ideas
are completely unacceptable.

If we're wronged, that's the
part that cries out for vengeance.

Yeah, I hear what you're saying.

We all have those feelings, but we
just don't act on those darker instincts.

Exactly. But Natasha
Bloom couldn't do that.

Her self-image as loving
big sister was so entrenched,

it was actually easier for her to
believe that Claudia was a drug dealer

than to admit that she had
feelings of envy and resentment.

So by suppressing these
feelings she ended up killing her?

If you want the real Natasha Bloom, these
are the feelings that you have to engage.

- Back door.
- Opened onto the garden.

Now there was only smoke
damage in the kitchen.

Soot deposit on the outside
of the door, but not the inside.

The backdoor was open
when the fire brigade arrived.

Probably jammed on the doorstop.

- Suggesting someone opened it with force.
- Mmm-hmm.

I’ll give you "mmm-hmm".

There's blue plaster all over the
lock where it smashed against the wall.

Natasha Bloom's one act of mercy?
She carried her nephew out onto the lawn.

Yeah, but why open
the door with such force?

- She was fleeing a burning building.
- I'm sorry. I'm not buying that, you see.

Sorry, it speaks to me of
somebody smashing their way in,

not rushing out.

There you go. Shoeprint.

- I should have seen this.
- Well, now you have.

You see, part of the
trouble is society's tendency

to believe all mentally ill
people have good hearts.

They don't. Most of them are
shits, just like the rest of us.

Have you always
been this cynical?

That word conjures up surly
sixth formers with anarchy badges.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

- What, this is the thanks I get?
- You're a little too old-in-your-shoes.

It has been said before.

- Dr Carney, I'll cut to the chase.
- Will I interview Natasha Bloom?

David! Hey, hey!

- David! How you doing?
- Matt. I'm all right. How are you?

Good to see you.
And who is this?

I was going to ask
you the same question.

- Ah, yes. This is...
- Rachel.

Rachel. And, sorry, you are...?

- DS Silver.
- Mel.

- Mel.
- What's your PhD in?

Magnetic resonance
imaging of the brain,

although David thinks it's
more sci-fi than psychology.

- Not true.
- Listen, Mel.

I've got to don the old cape and
board for an hour or so, but after that,

we are gonna party.

Oh, that's a really
sweet offer, but I...

Sorry. No buts. Listen, David's
been out of action for way too long,

and quite frankly I don't
want him eyeing up, er...

Rachel.

- Rachel.
- Mel, we're holding you up.

Well, no one ever said on their deathbed,
"I wish I'd spent more time at work," so...

Oh, I don't know. I think
Dad might have said

something pretty
similar, eh, David? Uh...

- It was a pleasure, Mel. See you later.
- Okay.

See you.

Do you know what you're
letting yourself in for?

Not really, no.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Grace, can I have a word please?

Yeah.

I've just been re-reading Natasha
Bloom's statement, ready for round two.

Ah, round two, that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

We've got to interview her again. We
got absolutely nowhere this morning.

No, we didn't, but next time...

You see, Frankie said
that the fire investigator

had no idea why Natasha
started the fire from this spot.

But I've had an idea.

Now, amongst other
convictions, Natasha

believes that everything
on the left is evil.

- Like the Romans.
- Like her hand,

the rooms in the house
on the left-hand side,

- the left-hand wall of the house...
- Which is where she poured the petrol.

Exactly, and that's
where the fire started.

I really do believe she
planned this in every detail.

You were saying about the, um...

Oh, I'm so sorry.
What did you want?

This is the tread of
the Galaxy 7 trainer.

- Not fire department issue.
- No.

Here's the footprint on the door.
You see, zooming in, at an angle.

Could the kick mark
predate the night of the fire?

Well, it's possible.

There you go.

Yeah, but who'd kick their
way into a burning building?

- A hero.
- A hero who's never come forward since?

Well, maybe because he couldn't
explain how he got there so fast.

- Where the hell's Rebecca?
- You upset her, Matt. She's gone.

- I think it was Rachel.
- Whatever.

Hey. Matt Carney, PhD.

Dr Carney, no less.

Of course, I'll never be a real
doctor, not like you and Dad, eh?

It's a shame he couldn't
be here tonight. Dad.

- He would have been very proud.
- Wouldn't he?

Wouldn't he?

Or would he have ruined it all with
some innocently poisonous remark?

Hey, hey, look. Hang
on. Nearly forgot.

Your copy of my thesis.

Couldn't have
done it without you.

It was a pleasure to help.

"It was a pleasure to help."
He's priceless, isn't he, Mel? Eh?

Come here.

Spence.

Remember that Ezekiel quote
David Carney read the other day?

Well, just let me read
you a little bit more.

"And I will set up one
shepherd over them,

"and he shall feed them,
even my servant David.

"He shall feed them, and
he shall be their shepherd."

Someone had to have
chosen that passage.

Are we being made
mugs of here, Spence?

- By David Carney?
- Mmm.

Perhaps it would be a good
idea to do a five-year trawl,

you know, crimes of violence,
female schizophrenics.

See if Carney's name
turns up anywhere else.

- Can't hurt.
- You mean this trawl?

- Knock yourself out.
- Oh, Spence, I love you.

Well, you must have
had a great night.

Two dysfunctional brothers
and a mute escort girl.

You know what?
He looks up to you.

It's a little bit more
complicated than that.

Oh, right. Okay.

Sorry. Did that sound
really patronising?

- A little bit. Yeah.
- Well, I'm sorry.

You should stop saying sorry.

Then I apologise for
my brother's behaviour.

I had a really good night.

You should get out more.

- You need to go.
- Yeah.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Sorry, I've changed my mind.
Come on. Where are we going?

Claudia's dead, Natasha.
She died in the fire.

The fire you started.

Sorry, I don't talk to idiots.

The fire you started because you
hate your sister and you always did.

No.

Your parents just made too much
fuss of her when she came to stay.

And why was she coming to stay when
she had her own place down the road

- with a husband and a baby.
- Stop it.

All the things that you should have
had first because you're the oldest, right?

- That's why you killed them.
- No, I told you. It wasn't that!

- They were dealing drugs.
- There's no evidence of that, Natasha.

I know what it sounds
like. I thought I was

crazy but he told me
I was right all along.

- All the signs I picked up, he picked up.
- What signs?

My dad suddenly writing
cheques with his left hand.

They had the kitchen done
and what do you know?

All the cupboards are
on the left-hand wall.

They wanted me to
know they knew I knew.

They wanted me to kill
myself to save them the trouble

because they had a
nice little earner going.

And he'd picked up on
these signs, too, had he?

- Yes!
- How did he tell you that, Natasha?

- He spoke to me.
- Like I'm speaking to you now?

- No.
- I don't understand.

He called me. It wasn't in
my head. I know the difference.

He told me they were gonna kill me
in my sleep if I didn't stop them first.

They were gonna throw me out of the
window and say I'd been sleepwalking.

What's going on?

He didn't tell you?

No. I think he
may have tried to.

But he could have
tried a bit harder.

You loved your sister, Natasha.

And your parents.

Yes.

And he manipulated
you into killing them.

No. He was my
friend, my shepherd.

If he's your shepherd,
where is he now?

- He's punishing me. He's angry at me.
- Why?

Because...

- He told me to save Josh.
- But you did save Joshua.

No, I couldn't.

It was too hot.

Somebody carried Joshua
out of that building, Natasha.

Are you saying
that it wasn't you?

Who was it, then?

I don't know. I
couldn't see his face.

You couldn't see his face?

He was there in the flames.

Dr Foley. DS Silver.

Well-done.

I know "I was gonna tell you"
doesn't cut it, but I was gonna tell you.

Um...

I'm sorry, Grace. It wasn't
my intention to shut you out.

It is not my feelings you
should be worried about.

It's just that he
knows the patient.

- I've done a profile of the shepherd.
- I needed that insight.

A narcissistic,
Machiavellian grandiose,

in a position of responsibility, with
a knowledge of abnormal psychiatry.

He will have developed traits
to mask the relish he takes

in his own authority
and expertise.

Please do stop me if
any of this rings a bell.

David Carney came to us!

- Machiavellian!
- I didn't go looking for him!

If the voice Natasha
described wasn't in her head,

then the owner of that voice has detailed
knowledge of her specific condition.

I agree with that.

The family as drug
dealers, the left-hand thing

and the deep-rooted
jealousy of her sister.

I agree with that.

The list of people who know
these things is very short...

It was David Carney that
gave us these insights.

And you have just let the person at the
top of that list into our investigation.

What about the shepherd going
into the building to rescue the child?

That's not Machiavellian
or narcissistic or grandiose.

- That doesn't quite fit, does it?
- No, it doesn't.

- Explain it to me.
- It's an anomaly!

But you can't crucify David Carney because
he fits a profile that at best is flawed.

I did not tailor the foot to fit the
shoe if that is what you are suggesting.

If I can conduct this
investigation without

calling on the help
of David Carney, I will.

But if I need to call on the
help of David Carney, I will!

Good. Will you keep me
informed if you do, though?

I will.

Apart from its use in
the aerospace industry,

Kevlar is also found in the
production of high-end sound gear,

which would explain
this little puppy.

Now, this is an exciter.

And it stimulates the
Kevlar to produce sound.

- Like a violin string?
- Just like a violin string.

You just made a mucky bit of
plastic seem very erotic there, Frankie.

- Well, thanks, Boyd.
- That's okay.

- So what goes here?
- An aluminium high-band receiver.

- Oh, now you've spoilt it.
- Yeah, sorry.

Now, an educated guess would say that
what went here was a boundary microphone.

So that's how he had his
little chats with Natasha.

Mmm-hmm.

- Did she know that this was in her room?
- Yes and no.

I recovered this.

- Um, it's an eye.
- Mmm.

It was from a distributed
mode picture speaker.

- Another competition win, is it?
- And the Kevlar is inside.

She liked horses, so
always a good choice.

You wouldn't know it
was a speaker, would you?

- That's what people pay for, isn't it?
- So how many people are we talking about?

8,000 in the UK alone, and
3,000 went for our chestnut mare.

God, I dread to think
where the other 5,000 got.

It doesn't really
matter, does it?

The important thing is that
the high-bandwidth receiver

means that the shepherd would have
been close by when he spoke to her.

So we're looking for a
vantage point within what?

200 metres?

200 metres where
you can see that

and not be seen.

Just up here.

- Look there.
- Ah-ha.

Perfect.

Right.

Ooh, God!

French. Gauloises.

- Lens cap.
- What from?

Binoculars.

How you doing?

What are you up to?

You can retake Chaucer,

bloody Shakespeare, but it's
game over if you fail Beowulf.

It's faculty eugenics.

Their way of creating a
master race of specky virgins.

Still, I'll be all right.
It's you they want.

I'm not kidding. They
want you stone cold dead.

Hello. Yeah, I'm fine,
thanks. Hang on a sec.

Don't give the shits the
satisfaction. That's my motivation.

Sorry. Yeah, I'd love to.

See you later.
Of course I would.

Mel, I think I've got something.

You've always had a
little something, Grace.

Thanks, Mel. Look at this.

- What on earth's she got on her feet?
- You ain't seen nothing yet.

This is Judy Walsh.

Two years ago she walked into an
electricity showroom brandishing a gun.

She threatens the staff
and a few terrified customers,

before turning
the gun on herself.

I don't think we
want to see that bit.

Her belief that deadly electrical currents
were being pumped up through the earth

finally became too much for her
husband, he took her to see the GP,

who referred her to a leading
behavioural psychiatrist.

David Carney?

David Carney.

Hello?

Right uniforms,
right van, right hats.

Of course, there's
nothing wrong with the

light, but the council
can't say no to them.

Who are they?

Police officers. They're
installing a night-vision camera.

Police?

I don't know what they think
you did, but they're on to you.

- I didn't do anything.
- I know that, and you know that.

Please, help me.

Please, help me.

Shepherd.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

The sling that slew Goliath
was made to protect sheep,

but David had to
defend himself or die.

And so do you.

If that's true, why
hasn't God told me?

He is telling you.

I would like to end
this meagre introduction

to shadow aspect with
an account of a dream

experienced by an
undergraduate called Carl Jung.

It was night, in
some unknown place,

and I was making slow and painful
headway against a strong wind.

Dense fog all-around.

I had my hands cupped
around a tiny light

which threatened to
go out at any moment.

Suddenly I had the feeling that
something was coming up behind me.

I looked back and saw a
gigantic black figure following me.

At that precise moment I was
conscious, in spite of my terror,

that I must keep
this little light going

through night and wind,
regardless of all dangers.

When I awoke I realised at once
that the figure was my own shadow,

brought into being by the
little light that I was carrying.

I knew, also,
that this little light

was my consciousness.

Though infinitely
small and fragile,

in comparison to the powers
of darkness, it is still a light,

my only light.

How'd you lose your licence?

Red lights.

That's three points, isn't it?

Not if you do it four times.

After you linked Natasha Bloom's
and Fay Harding's story of the shepherd,

didn't it ever occur
to you that there might

be a connection with
Judy Walsh's death?

- No.
- Never crossed your mind?

- Never.
- Why is that?

Judy Walsh never hurt anyone but herself,
and she never talked about a shepherd.

Then why did you request that she be
placed in high-support accommodation?

In my judgement, she was at risk from an
unsympathetic husband who could be violent.

Okay. Hmm.

You've got to admit,
though, from the outside,

it does seem like an
extraordinary coincidence.

I mean, they're all
women, all a similar age,

all suffering severe
delusions, all violent,

and all your patients.

I'm a psychiatrist.
All my patients are ill.

Get out of my way, please!

What were the outward
signs of Judy's illness?

Judy was obsessed
with electricity.

She thought the government had created
a new current that gave you Alzheimer's.

They were pumping
it up through the earth.

Must have been very
difficult to deal with.

When we were first married, we were
very happy running the farm together.

It was hard work.
But by the end...

First it was the
phone, then the car,

then she wouldn't even
use the milking machines.

Because they
involved electricity?

She started taping
blocks to the bottom of

her boots to stop the
electricity coming up.

It was embarrassing.

God. I was ashamed of
her. Can you believe it?

I started drinking
to help myself cope.

But it had the opposite effect.

I started using my fists.

Is that when you went to see your
GP, who referred you to Dr Carney?

He suggested the support clinic. I was
like, "Give me a pen. Where do I sign?"

Can you think of anybody who...

might want to damage
your professional reputation?

Your supposition ignores
two important facts.

Maybe. You haven't
answered the question.

- No.
- Okay.

One, there is absolutely nothing to
associate Judy Walsh with any of this.

I'm just curious...

Two, I was not Fay Harding's
psychiatrist until after her crimes.

- You'd never met her before?
- No.

We met on the day the
Dukes were murdered.

And you'd never met them either?

- I did meet the son later.
- That's Adam Duke.

Mmm. As part of the victim
reconciliation programme.

Normally it's just the one visit,
but he turned up several times.

I thought it a bit obsessive,
so I put a stop to it.

Right, okay.

Thanks for your help with
Natasha Bloom, by the way.

Pleasure.

You told the police Judy was
spending a lot of time at the library.

Yeah, she was trying
to trace her family tree.

Did she mention
meeting anyone there?

She said there was some bloke
she used to talk to sometimes.

Did she tell you
anything about him?

No, just said he felt the same,
that electricity was a bad thing,

and he was helping
her find her ancestors.

Nothing else?

I thought... I thought
he was in her mind.

You know, some sort
of imaginary friend.

Sorry.

Donald, what is that?

I found it under Judy's pillow.

Judy was never religious.

Maybe she's found God, eh?

Six visits. That's a
lot of reconciliation.

Adam didn't mention one
visit when we interviewed him.

Check his original statement.
It's the same with the forensics.

You think Adam Duke's a suspect?

What, for killing his parents
or being the shepherd?

No, I mean, Fay Harding
threw boiling water in his face.

Compared with what happened to
his parents, he got off pretty lightly.

Yeah, but if he killed his parents,
why would Fay serve his time?

"The first time I saw him, I
felt like I'd been punched."

- That's what she said.
- What, true love waits?

- Sorry, I don't buy that.
- So cynical, so young.

Frankie, the DNA from the cup.
Compare it to the cigarette butts.

- Yeah?
- Okay.

Oi! What are you doing? Give me
some peace. Give me some peace.

Shouldn't we arrest
David Carney?

Judy Walsh was his patient. Don't you
think that she would have recognised him?

Judy Walsh was mad, and
because she was his patient,

he knew her history, her
fixation with electricity...

David Carney is a respected
psychiatrist with a hospital to run.

You're telling me he hung
out in a library in disguise

so he could make a
former patient kill herself?

- He could have.
- We're not arresting David Carney.

How many ex-patients of David
Carney going postal is it gonna take...

It doesn't matter if the connection
is legitimate. He's a psychiatrist.

And these people, as you so
delicately put it, Spence, were mad.

There are precedents
of high achievers

pathologically undoing
the work of their day.

- There you go.
- Jung talks about the shadow aspect,

the projection of the things we like
least about ourselves onto other people.

Now, that could be a primal
instinct to destroy, to kill, to murder.

And what better place to
do it than a mental hospital?

So the tension between
you and your shadow

balances itself out?

If David Carney is the shepherd,

that's how he sleeps at night.