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We've seen fragments before,

enough to confirm
that he kept journals,

but nothing like this.
Are they just

fantasies that sustain him?
Or are they a record

of nine more murders?

The police say they
have a confession,

that you made
a number of admissions.

I... I don't remember any of that.

- I understand he's conscious.
- Yes,

but there is an issue.

It seems Mr Spector suffered
some memory loss.

- Are we supposed to be taking this seriously?
- I think we have to.

- Do you know who that is?
- No.

You will be held
on remand in hospital

until arrangements
can be made to

transfer you to
a secure psychiatric clinic.

If she told the truth in the first
place,

about Spector's whereabouts,

then perhaps Rose Stagg would
not have been put through

the ordeal that she has.

Drink it all up.

Good girl.

Why are you so kind to me?

If I've done the things that the
police say I've done

then I'm a monster.

It's my job.

He's just the sort of
person who would feign

amnesia if he felt that there was
something to be gained from it,

even for the sheer delight of
duping people,

particularly experts.

Someone like me, for example.

I found a murder
that looks promising.

Law student, Susan Harper.

The only problem is,
there is someone doing time for it.

I'll pray for you.

Rise and shine.

Time to get up.

Stella, for star.

Five more minutes, Daddy, please.

THE FALL
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There are no scratches
or nail marks

on the soft parts
of the victim's face,

no bruising or

lacerations to
the mouth or nose

to suggest they were
held closed by a hand.

The original case file suggests
that David Alvarez

suffocated
her using a pillow.

There was no saliva,
blood or tissue cells

on any of the pillows, were there?

They could have been washed.

Yes, they could.

Do we have the toxicology report?

Page five, Ma'am.

When was the report done?

Susan Harper's body
was found cool to the touch

on a Monday morning.

Toxicology was 24 hours later,
during autopsy.

Tests 24 hours after that
on the Wednesday.

Based on these figures,

I'd say the victim took cocaine

within hours, minutes, even,
from death.

Do we have anything
at all to put

Paul Spector or Peter Baldwin
in London in 2002?

Nothing as yet, Ma'am.

Was there a plastic bag
found at the scene?

No mention that I've seen.

Well, Spector is due
to be moved today,

which means the next

part of his assessment
is about to begin.

We have to keep believing
that it will go to trial...

..and when it does,
we have to put together

as strong an evidential case
to the PPS as we possibly can.

We have to be ready.

The truth of a
confession is immaterial.

What is of crucial
importance is

how the confession was obtained,

not whether or not it's true.

The court must exclude the

confession if it finds it
was obtained by oppression

or under circumstances likely
to render it unreliable.

I've read the transcripts.

- I didn't see any signs of oppression.
- I'm not so sure.

The circumstances
are certainly unusual.

Why is a Superintendent
doing the job

of a Constable or Sergeant,

interviewing a suspect?

Surely, when you get to her
level, you supervise,

manage and direct the officers,
not do their job?

It was at his request,
"Just you, Stella, no-one else."

That's my point.

She didn't really use any
standard interview techniques.

She didn't offer
psychological excuses

or minimise the seriousness
of Spector's crimes.

She didn't praise or flatter.

She even used
leading questions

that elicited
one-word answers.

Almost not like
a police interview at all -

more like an intimate conversation.

She didn't need to establish
a rapport,

because their relationship had
already been established

on the phone.

While they were still hunting him,

it's claimed Spector and Gibson
had private conversations.

She gave him her
personal phone number.

They even suggest
he was in her hotel room.

Why would he do
something so risky

just to leave an entry
in her diary?

It speaks of a kind of obsession.

Stella?

Yes.

How nice to hear
your voice again.

Is that you, Peter?

Yes.

Why are you calling me?

Because I'm
looking up at the sky.

Stella.

Shining star.

It's a beautiful night.

Made me think of you.

Do we have that diary, that entry?

It hasn't been disclosed so far.

Get it.

So...

- ..she seduced a confession from him?
- Maybe.

If you can support what you're
suggesting with case law,

legal principals,

I might include it in the brief.

These are all of the books from
Spector's lock-up, Ma'am.

Ma'am,

there's something
you should see.

The wife of the man
the police claim

is The Belfast Strangler

was involved in a bizarre
incident earlier this morning,

captured on video by a
passer-by as it unfolded.

Images that some
viewers may find disturbing.

My God, that's a car.

- Hey, hey!
- Michael, be careful!

Hey, hey!

My God.

The car being engulfed by
the incoming tide

belongs to Sally-Ann Spector, 32.

The windows are raised,
the doors are locked.

Inside are her two children.

- My God!
- The girl, aged eight,

can be heard calling for help.

Help us, please, help!

- Hey, hey!
- I can't wake up Liam!

Please, get it open!

- Michael!
- Jesus Christ.

Mummy!

At last, it seems the doors are
unlocked

and the two children are
lifted clear and carried to safety.

In the background,
Sally-Ann Spector

can be seen walking unsteadily

away from the car
through the shallows.

Over here.

Are you all right?

She's so cold.

A moment later, the car
is almost washed away.

Somebody help that
woman!

The family was airlifted
by police helicopter

to the Belfast General Hospital,

where Paul Spector is being
treated for gunshot wounds

he sustained in Police cust...

How were we to know she
was that desperate?

It's what women do
with their anger, Jim.

They harm themselves

or extensions
of themselves, their children.

What frame of mind
must she have been

in to think that they
were all better off dead?

Instead of caring for her,

supporting her,
all we could do

was drag her through
the courts and

- threaten her with prison.
- It wasn't just down to me.

The DPP was of a similar mind.

Yeah.

Well,
now you can add attempted murder

to her list of charges.

All I ever wanted to do

was keep those children safe,
Stella, that's all!

Healy.

Right,

thanks for letting me know.

Spector's wife and children have
been taken to the General.

- Why?
- It's been on the news.

See if you can find
it on your phone.

Point of care testing found
benzos in the girl's urine.

We haven't managed
a sample from the other two.

The son, Liam, is GCS. 12, 13.

With stimulation, he's rousable.

Check the summary care record.

I see she's on the blues.

Severe anxiety and insomnia.

Five milligrams TDS,
titrating to a maximum of ten,

review after two weeks.

So the mother fed the kids
the anxiolytics

and then drove them to the sea.

Looks like it.

She's unresponsive,

not saying anything.

Pupils are mid-sized
and reactive.

- How's his blood glucose?
- Normal.

He might need Flumazenil.

Let's put him into paediatric
ICU to keep an eye on him.

Right now,
she's conscious but not talking.

I don't think she's fit for
psych evaluation yet.

We're moving the boy
up to the kids ICU.

The girl is awake, she seems OK.

- Have you seen the newsreel footage?
- No.

It looks like a deliberate
attempt

to kill herself and her children.

A cry for help?

Maybe.

- Can I say hello?
- Sure.

Hello, Olivia.

Do you remember me?

How are you feeling?

The bullet fragments
in Mr Spector's body

contained no iron,
so he had the MRI scan this morning.

There's an absence of evidence
for established infarct...

..but a suggestion here

of a loss of grey white
matter differentiation.

Now that may be in keeping
with ischaemic insult

in the frontal
temporal lobe region,

but I can't say it
explains the memory loss.

I'll pass the results on
to Dr Larson

and he can include them in
his assessment.

Do we know what happened to his
wife and children?

- How are they?
- No serious injury, I think,

but I'm awaiting a call
from the ED Consultant.

- Has Mr Spector been informed?
- Not yet.

I'm going to wait
for further information.

I think we have to make
a holding statement of some sort.

Definitely.

Everyone will
have seen it by now.

Let's...confirm that an
incident happened,

identify the individuals
involved.

Oh, there's nothing else,

no speculation about motivation.

The press will do that for us.

Yeah.

Will you handle this, please, Matt?

I'll sit down with DCI Eastwood
and work something out.

Sound a warning to the press.

And, Matt...

Show a human face.

Paul, the police claim your

fingerprints are on
a pair of decorating shears.

They say the shears, the scissors,

tested positive for Joe Brawley's
DNA, a blood sample.

They were retrieved from the
water...

here.

I know where that is,
I go running there sometimes.

Is it possible you came
across the scissors

while you were running,
considered them dangerous,

picked them up

and threw them into the water,
out of harm's way?

I don't remember any scissors.

The one real eye witness is
his sister, Annie Brawley.

After the attack and
before you were arrested

you went to see her in hospital.

I did? Why?

She was grieving the
death of her brother.

You were employed by the
Alice Monroe Fund

to offer her support, counselling.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

- You talked.
- She said you were helpful.

Hold on.
I'm, er, sorry,

I'm very confused here.

This is someone the police
say that I attacked?

Yes.

Well, why didn't she recognise me?

I don't know.

Why would I go and visit someone
that I'd attacked?

What if she recognised me,
what if she started screaming?

It doesn't make sense.

You do have alibis for
all of the murders.

They have been provided
by an individual

called Katie Benedetto.

She claims she had
a sexual relationship with you.

I don't know her.
What age is she?

She's just turned 16.

She says she was 14 when
you first slept together.

That's not possible.

A child?
That's not possible.

There are doubts about her
credibility as a witness.

The real issue, Mr Spector,
is the confession.

I think you should hear a little

of the recording that was made.

It might jog your memory.

Tell me about the first time.

What was it like?

It made me sick.

The smell disgusted me.

The first was the worst
and hardest to get over,

but a switch had been flicked,

a line crossed.

Something was done
that couldn't be undone.

Something that separates
you from the common herd.

I was ill for four days after.

You're in a state
of existential shock...

..but then you find yourself
unchallenged

by divine and secular power.

OK.

So why not do it again...

..but better?

Tell me, do you speak to them?

To the women that you
torture and kill?

No.

Do they die slowly?

Yes.

Loosening and tightening
your grip around their throat?

Keeping them suspended
between life and death?

Yes.

Binding them first?

Yes.

How long do you torture them?'

- Stop it. Please, stop it.
- Do you inflict sexual acts...

That can't be me talking.

How would I forget something
like that? That can't be me.

There are other recordings,
Mr Spector.

These are video recordings.

The prosecution suggest that...

they were found on your phone.

That you made them.

- That's Rose.
- Yes.

You want to be noticed.

You want to be
paid attention to,

make your mark?

Fine.
Hurt me,

do whatever you want to me.

Do your worst.

Nothing you can do

will ever take away
how much I love my husband,

how much I love my children.

Nothing you can do

can make me devalue
my life in any way.

I will celebrate life.

I love and I am loved

and nothing that you...

Why the fuck are
you watching this?

You sick shit.

What the fuck is
wrong with you?

Nurse!

Nurse!

Paul, Paul, stop that.
Can you step outside, please?

Paul, that's enough,

Paul, focus on your breathing,

focus on your breath.
Come on, that's enough.

Just in and out.

Slow breathing,
you're OK, Paul.

In and out, big,
deep breath.

Yeah that's good,
that's it, you're OK.

Jesus, what have we
got ourselves into?

You having doubts? No.

You sure? Yes.

Because if you are,
you can pack up your briefcase

- and sell houses instead.
- I'm not.

- Are you Sean Healy?
- Yes.

Will you give this to Paul for me?

- Katie?
- Please, just give this to Paul.

Katie, you're in breach
of your bail conditions.

You're in serious trouble.

We can't take
that letter from you.

Katie, stop!

Katie!

I can confirm that there has been
a serious incident involving

the wife and the two children

of the defendant,
Paul Spector.

All three are currently
being treated

in the Belfast General Hospital.

Their injuries are not
life-threatening.

In light of the torrent of publicity

since Paul Spector
was arrested and charged,

the Police Service Northern

Ireland feel bound
to urge the media

to exercise restraint and caution in
reporting the details of this case.

Yep.

We've had a request to
disclose your dream diary.

Sean Healy wants his
own handwriting expert

to examine the entry Spector made.

He's in hospital,

he's incapacitated...

..and yet he's still
infecting the lives

of every person he comes
into contact with.

Everyone who fucking
crosses his path.

He's a contagion.

Shall I just let them see that page?

They'll just come back
asking for the rest.

No.

Clear it with the PPS.

And if they agree, send all of it.

I can't believe that she
would harm Livvy.

I just don't think
she could do that.

I can picture Sally,

nursing her.

Just...

Just so blissfully happy.

She'd never hurt her.

Where are you in that picture?

Where I always am.

On the outside, looking in.

When I was unconscious,

I was...

I... I could see myself.

In this room.
I was able

to see myself from above,

lying in the bed,

with all the tubes and monitors.

Have you ever experienced anything
like that before?

Being outside of
your body like that?

When I was young, yes.

When things got really bad,

I used to be able to split myself.

If I was lucky, a part of me
would just drift away.

To another place, a...

better place.

Have you thought any more about
what death means to you?

What I think can only
disappoint you.

That doesn't matter.

I think that,

just as I didn't

exist before I was born...

..I simply won't exist after I die.

I can't agree.

Do you believe that you did
the things they say you did?

Do you?

If I did, then I wasn't arrested...

..I was rescued.

I need you to go to London.

My boss at the Met,
a man called Chris George,

Chief Superintendent.

I just spoke to him.

He's agreed to sign the
authorisations you will need

to access the Susan Harper files.

He's agreed to reopen the case?

He's agreed to let us
look at the files.

There's a flight leaving
Belfast City

in just over an hour.

Will your arm be all right?

Yeah.

Take Ferrington.

These notes cover wound care

and list the medications
you're on.

You've had four days of
broad intravenous antibiotics,

but I must remind you,
because of the loss of your spleen,

you will be on lifelong
prophylactic antibiotics.

Is there any chance
I could see my son

before I go?

Which one is he?

Just there.

Do you remember him?

Do you think he looks like me?

A little bit, maybe.

Paul.

I can walk.

Hospital policy.

Sit in the chair.

Thank you for everything.

Detective Superintendent Gibson.

I'm here to see Dr Larson.

He's been expecting you.
Please sign in.

Thank you.

Have I seen you somewhere before?

You tell me.

This is Foyle One,

where Mr Spector will be housed.

Doors are kept locked,

all areas are monitored by CCTV.

Staff have lockers here
for personal belongings.

You can leave your mobile phone,
any keys here.

What level of supervision have
you set for Spector?

We have agreed to level two
care for Mr Spector -

continual presence
of nursing staff,

but privacy granted for bathing.

All patients in Foyle One are
allocated a primary nurse.

- Male?
- Male.

How many beds are on this ward?

12 in all.

All the patients we have
on the ward at present have

access to their
rooms at all times,

except when they're
being cleaned.

Some patients have keys

to lock their bedroom doors,

but staff carry override keys.

This way, please.

Most of the patients are on

pharmacological therapy.

We'll assess the need for
a drug strategy

for Mr Spector.

Care and treatment is provided

by a multidisciplinary team,

but I will do the legal assessments.

Yeah, Mr Spector is here now.

There's coffee here,
please help yourself.

- Thank you.
- I'm going to greet him.

HE THAT LOVES NOT
ABIDE IN DEATH

Mr Spector,

I'm August Larson,

the lead clinician here.

Follow me, please.

Nurse Ritchie will orientate you.

I will be along to talk to you
in a little while.

Follow me, Paul.

There's some toiletries
for you there.

And that's your information
on ward routines,

policies and procedures.

Are you hungry?

I haven't been eating much.

I'd like some water.

I'll get you some.

- Do you have time to talk?
- Yes.

Have a seat, please.

Actually I...

I have some things
I want to show you.

And you're certain
these are his work?

Yes.

Is this his poem?

I think so.

"Dark voices tonight...

"..foreign ladies
talking to dangerous men.

"Their eyes are lunar divisions.

"They lie on dead sheets.

"A drunken midnight approach.

"Her smile is a crooked lamplight.

"Red lips parting...

"..soft vowels begging...

"feeding the night."

Some clean clothes for you.

Is this his, too?

"I don't believe in love.

"At least, I believe in love,
but not in happiness.

"The only love that lasts

"is unhappy love."

Again, I think it must be him.

I haven't found either
on an internet search.

There are some things
in there that are new to me.

He writes at one point
about

the battle,
as he perceives it,

between "good Paul"
and "bad Paul".

He describes

standing back, being
a spectator of his own actions,

that there's an observing self
and a participating self.

There is a dazzling
array of perversions.

I mean,
beyond the sadism and the

overwhelming fetishism
with female underwear.

He was a voyeur,

a transvestite...

into autoeroticism
and necrophilia.

There's also signs of

pygmalionism - his obsession
with mannequins and dolls.

I've sometimes wondered if he

breathed air

into his dying victims
to prolong their lives...

..so that they could see clearly
that he was going to kill them.

When young children
are abused,

they experience
fear and anxiety.

They then attempt to contain
those feelings

by acting out sadistically.

If a person is able
to do to others

what he fears
may be done to him,

he may no longer be afraid.

You assume he was abused?

He was in Gortnacull, I think?

Doctor,
I understand that

for you he's a patient,

an abused child,

someone who deserves
understanding and

compassion, even.

But to me, he's a...

He's a sexual predator,

and it's my job to protect
the potential victims

from the threat that he poses.

Viewed from
a psychodynamic perspective,

even the most apparently
insane violence

has meaning in the mind
of the person who commits it.

I have to try to understand
that meaning

and learn from it

in the attempt
to prevent further violence.

Yeah.

Just

don't underestimate
the threat...

..the danger
that Paul Spector represents.

I won't.

Do you have an idea

about Mr Spector's
pre-morbid IQ?

He was tested as a child

and scored in the very superior
intelligence band.

Thank you.

It's been a pleasure talking to you.

Psychiatry needs feedback
from patients.

It's realised in
interpersonal contacts,

so trust is essential.

It is not my place to judge him

for what he may
or may not have done,

but I will try to get
to the truth of the matter

for the courts and for you.

He is going to prison.

Let me show you out.

All right, boys.

Out you come.

You should try to eat
some fruit at least.

Rose Stagg is waiting for you,
Ma'am.

- Right.
- She's in the interview room.

What's... What's happening
with the Benedetto girl?

She's in custody,
due in court again tomorrow.

- Will you sit in with us, Gail?
- Yes, Ma'am.

What's the next thing
that you remember?

Darkness.

And movement -

being thrown around.

I think he must have drugged me
when he gave me water.

It took me a while to work out
what was happening...

that I was in the car,

in the boot of a car.

It was terrifying.

I was thrown around horribly,

particularly towards the end.

I felt like a rag doll.

Every bump made me cry out.

Then the car stopped,

the engine was turned off.

The driver's door opened...

..and then silence.

I waited and waited...

but nothing happened.

I realised I'd been left
there alone.

There were some old
water bottles in the boot

so at first I could drink.

But then there was none left.

I tried to pull the brake lights out

to let in more air,

but I couldn't shift them.

I felt so weak.

There was no air.

I became obsessed

with the sound
of my own breathing.

I'd fall asleep, but

I'd have
no idea for how long.

At first I thought I could tell

whether it was day or night

from the smell of the air, but
then the air got staler and staler.

I lost all track of time.

I tried to think about the kids,

but I couldn't focus.

I felt my brain was shutting down.

The last thing I remember

was thinking that
I should burrow,

that I should dig down
into the earth to hide,

to feel safe and warm.

Like an animal,

digging...

I don't remember anything
after that.

Thank you.

Can I talk to you...

alone?

Without the tape?

This is DC Gail McNally

suspending the
interview at 10.43pm.

I haven't been...

I haven't been
completely honest with you.

I led you to believe

that after that one time
he strangled me,

that it ended.

But it didn't.

I suspected as much.

It wasn't that simple.

We went to some dark places.

The first time it happened,

I was giving him...

I was...
using my mouth on him.

He squeezed his legs
around my neck.

I couldn't breathe.
I was...

Take your time.

He squeezed really tight.

I thought I was
going to pass out but

he released me.

He treated it a bit like a game,
at first.

I'd already begun to think
he didn't have

much enthusiasm
for ordinary intercourse...

..but then things got more serious.

He asked me to play dead.

And then there was the time
that I told you about.

I think he revived me,
mouth to mouth.

There were times when he wanted
to use a plastic

bag on me,

on himself.

He said that we all

try to live in the light,

that we all try to build
walls around us

to block out the darkness,

the danger that's out there,

but it can't be done,

it's a lie,

that in reality there
are dark gods out there

and that men could
become gods on earth

through a certain kind of sex.

And women?

I think so.

I'm sorry.

I can't really explain it.

Why did you walk away?

It felt to me

that everything
that was happening

was about pleasing him.

That it wasn't about me at all.

I left him and I went back to Tom.

And what about Spector?

He went to London, I think.

Did you and Spector ever do drugs?

I think I told you
that we drank a lot.

- Cocaine?
- No,

not with me,
but maybe he did back then.

My life with Tom
couldn't be more different.

Things have been difficult

since the birth of Cody.

Actually, since my first Caesarean.

And how are they now?

It's strange.

When he talks to me now,

I don't really listen
to the words that he's saying,

just to the tone of his voice.

From that I can work out

whether he likes me or not,

whether he's emotionally close
to me.

Right now, he's angry...

..and I don't think
he likes me very much.

Rose,

there's something
I need to tell you.

I think that...

I'm the reason that

Paul Spector came after you.

How?

I think I...

I think I revealed
your identity as my informant

when I used his name - Peter.

The name that you gave me
when I spoke to him on the phone.

Using that name,

together with the E-Fit
that we had created,

I think led him straight to you.

I was

trying to convey that...

..well, that we were on to him.

I was trying to scare him
to stop the attacks.

And it worked
to the extent that he ran,

but...but when
we didn't do anything,

when we didn't pounce...

he came after you.

I hadn't realised

your relationship
was so meaningful to him.

He said I was the only one.

That I was the only girl.

I believe it.

I'm glad I'm not the only one
to have made mistakes.

Thank you.

Go fuck that!
Jesus fucking Christ!

I'm Mark Bailey.

Who are you?

I'm told I'm the Belfast Strangler.

Are you?

Maybe.

Right now, I don't remember.

Wasn't well. Better now.

Wasn't well. Better now.

Wasn't well. Better now.

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