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Guv.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

What have we got?

Victim discovered at 0300,

contusions to the neck and throat.

Yep.

Identified as Dr. Mahmood of UCL.

The same university as McAllister.

Bastard's sending us a message.

We found something near the body.

Plastic number three.

What's he trying to tell us?

Three wishes. Three's a crowd. The three amigos.

That's a evidence marker. I put that there.

What we found was this.

We think the killer bites his fingernails.

Put these straight in for DNA.

Four SOCO on your team, isn't there?

Mmhmm.

So who's that?

Hey, hey, hey.

You got a bus to catch? Come on.

Mask.

Might've known it was you nosing about, tabloid scum.

Just doing my job, lads, same as you.

Who tipped you off?

Uh, sources within the police.

Yeah, or maybe you came here because you're the murderer.

So you're confirming this is a murder investigation?

- Uh. - No, we're telling you nothing.

Yeah, you're the one who mentioned

serial killers, not us.

Serial killer? Very tasty.

Shit.

- How many victims we talking? - No comment.

Come on, lads, we're on the same team. I can help you.

We didn't need your help for the first six murders

and we don't need it now, okay.

So, seven victims.

He's got me again. I mean, he's clever, Carver.

- It's not that he's clever... - Don't get arsy just because

we're not making much progress on the case.

Not much progress made.

Fuck it.

I can see why you guys are trying to keep it quiet.,

One word of this in your shitbag paper

and I'll arrest you for contaminating a crime scene.

But if you even think about running these pictures...

can you use the one where I'm looking upwards

'cause I look a bit chinny in the other one.

Think about it.

Get him out of here.

Get him out of here, please.

Guv, alright.

You telling me I run a leaky ship?

Well someone from SIU's leaking information to the press,

we think you should go public before they do.

With what?

Seven murders and we've got nothing.

We've got the DNA, Boss.

Fingernail clippings, I want more than that.

Blood, saliva, how about producing some semen for me.

You'd have to give me five minutes, Boss,

me head's not really there.

Look, we're doing everything we can.

Not good enough. You've got 24 hours to make an arrest.

- You can't just... - 24 hours.

Oh, hang on. It's my day off tomorrow

so realistically you've got until the day after.

48 hours.

No 'cause it's mid-afternoon now

so you've got until first thing the day after tomorrow,

so what's that, 41 hours?

40 hours?

Oh, I'm in a meeting 'til 11.

Oh, Brenda's chairing so that could go on.

Right, so you've got like 42 and three quarter hours.

And not a damn second more!

Let's find out who's been talking to the press.

How?

Plant fake information and find out what ends up in the paper.

Uh, we know the killer's Spanish with a wooden leg.

I'm like that chemical you use to find out

who's been pissing in the swimming pools.

Um, the killer likes to dress up as Disney princesses. Get on it.

Oh, can you just give us a minute please, mate?

Uh, boss eyes, speech impediment.

Well, you came back.

Well, he killed my colleague and he did it to engage me.

Worked.

We will catch him.

Bloody right we will.

I'm going to build a full psychological profile,

age, sexual orientation.

Also, the killer was briefly a member of the band Sugarbabes.

Pack it in, John, she's not the leak.

Well, we don't know that. No offence.

No, we do know that. She's here to help.

Oh, right. Oh, sorry I've only just noticed.

Noticed what?

Well there's a thing between you like a...

sexual tension.

Fuck off, John.

No, it's fine,

I'm happy for ya. Just don't let it cloud your judgement, Roy.

Will you give us a minute, please?

Give us a minute, please.

There's no sexual tension between us.

Sorry to hear that.

Told ya.

Uh.

Uh, can I borrow you guys for a minute?

No, Roy's a bit busy.

No. Yeah, course, yeah.

Fantastic yeah. Nice to see you again.

Blow her a kiss.

- What? Stop it. - No, go on.

I'll do it.

Okay, so at first, um, this might sound kind of bad.

Okay, you might wanna sit for this.

- Ay? - Yep. Mmhmm.

So, I have detected a zero-day malware attack

on the recent addition to DI Major's AI.

Great, you took that well.

No, no, no, we don't understand what you've just said.

He's been hacked.

I've what?

Oh, someone's put a fucking camera in his head.

Well not exactly, it's some form of

remote spyware embedded within the...

- Hello. Hello. - Okay.

- Fucking hell. - What?

Stay there. Stay still.

Huh. What you doing?

Fucking hell, it's moving.

Fuck off. Why you freaking me out?

Shit. Who's in there?

Get off. Get off.

So who's done this then?

I'm working on that.

Okay, it's probably some lowlife loser

sitting in a basement playing on computers all day.

You mean someone like you?

That was uncalled for.

So this spy person, they can't see everything I do, can they?

Yeah, but... but not everything?

Everything.

No, get them out, Jesus.

Oh, that's a good idea because

I was sitting around playing Animal Crossing.

But you are playing Animal Crossing.

Yeah, well I was on my break.

Can you get it out or not?

There is a way but you'll probably die.

Alright, so what's the downside?

- Roy. - Oh, come on.

I mean we're conducting

a highly sensitive criminal investigation.

How can we do that if he's got fucking spies in his head?

- He could wear a patch. - Over both eyes?

Put a bag over his head.

I am sitting right here, I can hear you.

Good point, you'll have to plug his ears too.

Oh, fuck me.

Bingo.

DNA match on the fingernails. Carver, we've got him.

Hang on, what... where d'you think you're going?

To catch the Puppet Master. Try and stop me.

You best find out who's doing this. John.

"Duncan Pugh, aged 51."

"Minor convictions for eco-activism."

In other words, a weirdo. What?

Did you know you had spyware in your head?

Course I didn't know, that's why they call it spyware.

Oi.

Oh, hey, we've got to stop meeting like this.

Who's been tipping you off?

I, I, I told you. You know, just sources.

Is it me?

The spyware implants in my brain, they feed it to someone.

Is it you?

Spyware implants in the brain?

How long have you been aware of this, DI Major?

Oi, what are you playing at?

No, no, nothing, uh...

Are you aware of these implants in your colleague's brain?

- You knobhead. - He winkled it out of me.

Uh, he literally shouted it into my face.

Will you stop giving this twat information.

Yeah, I'm sorry, we should go and arrest Mr Pugh.

And who's that, the killer?

What d'you say his second name for?

No, I mean we should go and arrest Duncan.

Duncan Pugh.

- For fuck sake.

- Is that him? - Ay?

Oi. Move. Oi, oi, get him.

Whoa, whoa.

- Don't touch me. - Come on.

- I do not recognise... - Get off.

Get off me. Shut up you.

Control, be advised,

DI's Major and Carver have

puppet master suspect in custody

en route to SIU Central, ETA 15 minutes, over.

Copy that, unit nine,

standing by to receive suspect, over.

Ay.

This is rank absurdity. It's preposterous.

This why you did it, ay? Hmm?

For a bit of attention? Be the big man.

Oh. Oh, yeah, go on. Uh, uh, book him, Carver.

Uh, uh, uh. We, uh, we won't be needing you anymore,

uh, we've got him.

Are you sure?

Yeah, course. Look how shifty he is.

Guilty people are usually calm once they're caught.

No, that's a cliche from TV shows.

- Says who? - I saw it on...

telly.

It's a cliche from TV shows to say that

certain things are cliches from TV shows and that's one of 'em.

The fuck.

Height, five six and a half.

Five nine and a half thank you very much.

Shut up. Uh, why's McAllister

gone into the interrogation room?

I asked her to sit in on the interview.

Oh, right. Well, I'll get her another chair.

No, instead of you.

What? Why?

Why d'you think?

Fuck off.

We are leading this case together, Carver,

you don't get to cut me out.

Why don't we ask the boss, ay?

See what she thinks about you leading this case

with spyware in your head.

So...

this is the Puppet Master, hmm?

I don't know to what you refer.

Wow, he's a real nut job. Nail him, boys.

Boss, Major's got something to tell ya.

I'm, um, gonna sit out of the interview,

let Carver and McAllister handle this one.

You're the lead officers, that's up to you.

It's for the best, mate, or at least until we work out

what's going on in your head.

We're in a space of complete acceptance,

free of any pressure.

A space where you can disclose anything without judgement.

I do feel burdened.

There's things I wanna share. The things I've bottled up.

- What do you want? - I want therapy.

I can't possibly offer you therapy, John.

But I'm not well.

Yeah, I feel like I've got someone else in my head.

Yeah, well, the thing is, I spoke to Dr. Parfit

and it turns out you actually do have someone else in your head.

- Is this meant to be helping? - No, John.

To be honest, I'm as freaked out about it as you are.

Look, I'm really sorry, just talk to Roy about it.

Oh, Roy's got no time for me,

he's all about his new girlfriend.

Professor McAllister?

They're not together as such, but,

you can see how they look at each other.

How do they look at each other?

Well, it's kinda like a... oh...

...I've never told anyone these things before,

but it feels so liberating to share.

At last, to feel heard.

I understand why you're upset.

You know, you feel like this woman

has replaced you in Roy's affections.

Not really.

Actually, it's worse.

Connected professionally, so, it feels like a total betrayal.

Never thought of it like that.

I mean what you gonna do?

What, just sit around and wait until Roy's decided

- he's made a massive mistake? - No.

You can either forget it and move on, or...

do whatever it takes to get him back.

I'm gonna go and get him back.

Thank you.

I would like a new therapist, please.

That's fair.

You've waved your rights to a solicitor.

I can represent my own interests, thank you.

I get it.

You're smarter than the police, right?

Smarter than everyone, always have been.

As a matter of fact, yes.

See you bite your nails.

Image 42a.

Image 42a is a fingernail fragment

found at the crime scene.

I've never been there in my life.

Haven't even told you where it is yet.

I'm not a criminal.

Well, that's weird because

you've been convicted on loads of minor offences.

Thank goodness I have,

otherwise, I wouldn't have this rather neat alibi.

Was my ankle tag at the crime scene?

I rather doubt it.

But then you would've checked my location

before you arrested me, wouldn't you?

Why wasn't I told about this?

May I go now?

We'll check the tag data. Don't leave town.

Open the bloody door.

What you thinking?

I notice you've excluded DI Major again.

He's just...

he's got other commitments.

Can I make an observation about DI Major?

He's a little bit, um,

how should I put this? Shit.

Well, there's no need to worry,

you know, it'll be fine, I know how to handle John.

Yeah, that's nice.

I'm really more concerned about all the people getting murdered.

Take as many pictures as you like.

Shit.

And this is SIU. Snap away.

Uh, I like to think of it as the, uh,

epicentre of the London crime-solving scene.

And here he is, the man of the hour.

What's that fucking gobshite doing here?

Ballbag, stop taking pictures.

I know what you're thinking, right.

Why have I bought a tabloid journalist into SIU.

You see, the thing is, we came across as a bit incompetent

- in front of him before. - Uh, yeah, you did.

Yeah. So I thought, you know,

bring him in, show him we've caught the Puppet Master.

It's not him.

What?

It's not him. He didn't do it.

Are you a journalist?

Oh. Yeah, mate.

Because I've been wrongfully arrested

and subjected to prolonged harassment.

No, you've not. Shush.

D'you wanna talk about it?

- I most certainly do. - Right.

I've suffered repeated persecutions by these people.

Okay, and what actually happened?

Well, let me tell you.

I was dealt with in the most ungentlemanly...

You, twat.

I was trying to do you a favour, Roy, yeah, boost your profile.

Oh, yeah, you've done that, haven't you?

I'm gonna look like a right prick

on the front cover of tomorrow morning's papers.

What you looking at?

Ay? Fuck it.

Pick 'em up.

Fuck.

Fucking hell!

Bravo, John.

Looks like you've found the villain of the piece. Mea culpa.

Don't try blaming the Mayor for this.

It was you.

Leave us.

Your revenge on me for bringing you down.

For exposing you as the Juggler.

I did ask my biotech friends to install some

cheeky spyware in your head.

Sorry.

But it did give me something to watch when I was feeling lonely.

Milk?

Because your trial's about to start

and you wanted to spy on the evidence.

Oh, the evidence is conclusive,

I'll spend the rest of my life in prison. Sugar?

Then get it off!

Sorry, can't do that.

But I can help you catch your serial killer.

How d'you know about the killer?

Because I put spyware in your head.

Right, yeah.

I served the police for 30 years, John,

and I am a prolific criminal myself, so I can help you.

Not interested.

And that journalist.

- How d'you know about him? - The spyware in your...

Yes.

Surely you can do without his interference, hmm?

According to this ankle tag data,

Duncan Pugh was never anywhere near the crime scene.

But what were his fingernails doing there?

Killer's messing with us, thinks it's a game.

Games have rules, this has to mean something.

Right, this, this is a stitch-up alright.

I mean, it's sick.

I'll tell you what's sick,

the contents we found on your hard drive.

What's going on?

Okay, so... oh right, you know, alright,

you planted it to stop me publishing the story.

What? I dunno what you're on about, mate.

You planted it. You planted the evidence.

In.

Shit. Shit.

That's why the fingernails were there.

The killer planted them.

Why frame someone who's got an alibi?

You'd have to release 'em.

He wanted us to release him. It's all part of the game.

Because Pugh's his next victim.

Exactly.

What's happening to me?

I've got enemies inside my head,

I'm fucking up the case.

We've got more in common than I thought, Dad.

Oh, it's you.

What do you want now?

Come to give me a hand with this banner, have you?

Has anyone called the police?

I'll do it now. Bring me my phone.