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With regard to his memory loss,

he could be feigning,
exaggerating or simply...

malingering.

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

to the Seapark Juvenile
Justice Centre in Bangor.

I don't care what you do.

The only one who's honest is Paul.

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

What sort of evidence?

Apparently they have found
a lock-up rented by Spector.

Why are you in this place?

I twisted my sister's arm.

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

and carried her into the street,

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

No-one has any idea how
bad Gortnacull House was.

Are you certain that Baldwin,

Paul Spector, was Jensen's favourite?

Every night and every
day for a full year.

Paul Spector,

I am further arresting you

for the murder of Susan Harper

on the 18th of August 2002.

I insist this interview be suspended.

I must take instruction from Mr Spector.

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

- David Alvarez.
- This interview stops now.

What is going on?

The police have been clever.

They have something on me
that I can actually remember.

I'd worked that day,

in a Caribbean restaurant.

It was a warm day.

There was thundery rain.

David and I went out after work,

went out drinking.

We went to a local club,

I can't recall the name.

We met Susan Harper there.

She invited us to her house.

I think she shared a house,

but there was no-one there.

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

Yes.

What happened?

She and David had sex.

And you?

I watched.

What sort of sex?

Ordinary sex.

What happened then?

David left.

He went out to find more drink.

He left us together.

Go on.

We, erm...

I invited her to try
something a bit different.

What?

A sex game.

What happened was an accident.

A consensual game?

Yes.

Then how did this
David Alvarez individual

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

And why murder, why not manslaughter?

It's complicated.

Did David Alvarez find
somewhere to sell him drink?

I don't know.

He never came back.

Could I please have some water?

Have you, erm...

... remembered more in
regard to the other charges?

No.

It will look bad if
you stop answering now.

Erm...

just be careful what you say.

So at that point you were
left alone with Susan Harper?

Yes.

What happened then?

I suggested that she
tried something, erm,

a bit more exciting

than the sex that she'd had with David.

What?

I'd been experimenting.

With?

Exhibit 132.

I've never seen these before.

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

Experimenting like that,

with sexual asphyxiation. Is that the

sort of behaviour you
involved Susan Harper in?

I advise you not to
answer that question.

Yes.

How?

Specifically.

Her head in a plastic bag.

Tied off at the neck?

No, just a thin plastic bag.

Did you tie her hands?

No,

her hands were free.

Was it your suggestion to use the bag?

Yes.

Why?

For the same reasons as

in these pictures,

to feel in control, to
feel out of control...

to feel powerful,

to feel weak,

to be fearful,

- to be trusted.
- Were you supposed to remove it?

She was...

at the peak of orgasm,

to tear off the bag,

it floods the brain
with oxygen-laden blood,

leads to a feeling of euphoria.

Or death.

Sadly, yes.

Sadly?

Did she understand the risks
involved with such behaviour?

I think so.

Did you explain it?

I don't remember.

Why didn't you remove the bag for her

if she lost consciousness?

Could you not see she was suffocating?

I wasn't looking at her.

I was going down on her.

We'd been drinking,

taken coke. Maybe that's why she died.

And yet David Alvarez,

who wasn't even there at the time,

is serving a life
sentence for the murder.

His choice.

Why would he make that
choice, do you think?

I don't know.

You'll have to ask him.

So what did you do when you
realised what had happened?

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

- No.
- Why not?

It didn't occur to me.

What did you do?

Cleaned up.

Does that account for the presence

of a washing-up bowl by the bed?

Yes.

I fetched the water and washed her.

Emptied it into the bath.

I was meant to bring
it back to the kitchen.

I must have forgotten.

What colour bowl?

Green, I think.

So you just left her there, in her room?

On her bed?

- Yes.
- What did you do then?

I walked the streets.

And after that?

Left London.

I came back to Belfast.

And that's when you became Paul Spector?

Yes.

Did you have any communication
with David Alvarez?

No.

At no point?

No.

I ask you again,

why would he take the blame,

do you think?

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

And why would he think...

... taking the blame

was the right thing to do?

You tell me.

He said he felt in your debt.

She speaks.

He said he felt he
owed you a great deal.

Because you protected him as a child.

Did I?

You told me...

that Father Jensen didn't
abuse you at Gortnacull.

You said that you
made yourself repulsive

so that he wouldn't touch you.

I don't remember that.

I don't recall talking to you before.

But every boy there
was abused in some way.

No-one escaped.

In fact,

some boys were singled out

for special treatment.

And you

were one of Father Jensen's favourites.

He even had a pet name for you.

He called you "Pretty Boy".

He chose you to be his favourite

for a whole year.

When it came time for you to choose your

successor...

... you looked right past David Alvarez.

You chose another boy.

And, for that,

he was eternally grateful.

Or at least until

it became clear that the
friend that he was protecting

from an unfortunate fatal accident

was actually a friend
who was, at that time,

at the beginning of a
career as a serial murderer.

Drop the charade, Peter.

Own your confession.

Have the courage of your convictions

and admit that you remember it all.

You remember everything.

I'm sorry, but you are intentionally

prejudicing my client's case.

I will want this removed
from the transcripts.

Were you not worried that the
police would come after you?

Come after Peter Baldwin, do you mean?

Of no fixed abode

somewhere in London?

No, I wasn't.

A year later I was Paul Spector,

living in Belfast,

soon to become a married man

with a child.

Truth be told, I didn't give Alvarez and

Susan Harper much thought.

You know,

I've been told a lot about Paul Spector,

since I was shot.

At first I was horrified,

but then, I must admit...

... little by little,

he's started to intrigue me.

Paul,

please stick to the facts

surrounding the death of Susan Harper...

and avoid speculating

about things you can't remember.

The speculation intrigues me.

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

in the shape of her body.

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

Lay out my

mother's clothes on her bed,

in her shape,

imagine she was there.

It aroused me.

When I was a wee bit older, 12, 13,

whenever I could, I would obtain

female underwear.

I'd use it to masturbate.

Is that perverse?

Was that the start of
something that led me here?

Or was it earlier?

Gortnacull?

Or earlier still, my mother's death?

I want to know.

I want to know the real me.

Then stop hiding behind
the mask of amnesia.

We're all wearing masks to some extent.

You certainly are.

There are memories,

thoughts that

feel like memories...

... that are starting
to come back to me.

This interview has strayed
way beyond its stated purpose.

And there's a voice.

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

we're losing him."

So,

there must have been at
least one person who cared

whether I lived or died.

That was me.

That was my voice.

And I did care.

I thought death would
be too easy for you,

too easy an escape.

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

And I still don't.

I want you to be punished

for the crimes that you've committed.

Rose Stagg

was so right about you.

She saw right through you,

your infantile desire
to have a captive and

captivated audience.

You just want to be noticed,

you want to be the centre of attention,

to have special treatment,

to make your mark.

But it's all just a performance.

All of it.

You perform for me,

for your solicitor,

your doctors, your
nurse, your psychiatrist,

even your family.

It's all just

one big performance...

... as protection

against the dreaded

black hole of your heart.

Well, guess what, Paul,

it's time to grow up.

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

Let's stop this pathetic charade.

I really must insist on a break now.

I need time with my client

to prepare a written
statement about the death

of Susan Harper that he will read.

Interview is being suspended

at 15.47 so that Paul Spector

can consult with his solicitor.

Fetch the detention officer.

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

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

Don't you put your hands on me!

Have you been drinking?

You, escort Mr Healy out of here! You...

- where's that fucking ambulance?!
- It's all right.

It's all right, it's all right.

Drive.

Drive!

I'm shaking.

How much did you see?

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

It didn't stop there.

- What a way for the whole thing to end.
- End?

What do you mean?

We can't possibly represent him now.

Why not?

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

What have we just witnessed?

The very thing you described.

Their deep obsession with each other.

The emergence under
duress of "Bad Paul".

If Larson doesn't find evidence of

dissociative disorder,
a split personality,

then we will find a
psychiatrist who does.

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

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

I can't, Sean,

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

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

The fact remains,

if you can't make the accused your focus

then you shouldn't be a defence lawyer,

- probably not a criminal lawyer at all.
- Fine.

What?

You're on your own.

Open your mouth for me.

Bring your teeth together.

Painful?

No, no.

No crunching noises.
Any problems with vision?

No.

I think you have a minimally
displaced zygoma fracture.

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

Though the bleeding's impressive,

the lacerations small.

Might require a stitch
or two. Irrigate the wound

with lots of normal saline
and I'll take a look.

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

- Any pain?
- Mmm. Some.

- Shall I check for blood in the urine?
- Yes, please.

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

That won't be necessary.

Don't worry, it'll just
be bed and breakfast.

I'll be back to stitch that eyebrow.

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

What time is it?

Just after two.

This is my ninth
straight night in a row.

I've been on for 17 hours.

Getting too old for this.

I bet you're glad I saved his life.

How's Tom Anderson?

His arm's broken.

He's undergone a closed reduction to

pull the bones back into position.

- Oh, Jesus.
- He's been sent home with his arm in a cast.

Given that you're less likely to develop

post-traumatic stress
disorder if you don't sleep

after a bad experience,
maybe I should...

keep you awake a wee
bit longer at least.

Don't you have a home to go to?

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

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

If I go home now,

it'll be nappy changes
and the four o'clock feed.

Might as well sit with you for a bit.

I'll ask you questions.

- Really?
- Aye.

Go on.

Do you like flowers?

Of course.

Can you play any musical instrument?

I could play the violin
when I was a girl.

Have you ever been happy?

If so, when?

When I was a child,

before my father died.

Have you any real friends?

A few, yeah.

Have you ever wished anyone dead?

Yes, I have.

Are you a good swimmer?

Very.

Are men or women the
stronger, do you think?

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

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

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

Which is your favourite season?

Spring.

Has Mr Spector been a threat to himself

or others in the past week?

There have been no more
breaches of protocol

since he's been back.

Anything more from the test results?

Have you found any
compelling inconsistencies?

No, I haven't.

Which is unsurprising

given his professional knowledge.

I know it's in your nature to infer

invisible unconscious processes

behind the memory loss

and that it is an exceptional doctor who

will take the risk of concluding
in writing that someone is

malingering but,

with respect,

that is what I think you should do.

Do you?

The CT head scan with and
without contrast was normal,

the MRI of the brain and the spinal cord

showed normal results.

There's no evidence of
structural brain damage

in the neurological
examinations or neuroimaging.

With his history of lying and

everything that he stands to gain

from exaggeration and

fabrication of the symptoms,

the amnesia has to be malingered.

He's proved how dangerous he is.

It has to be fake.

It's not me.

What?

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

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

We've had a report, ma'am,

from the Juvenile Offenders' Centre.

It seems that Katie Benedetto

has been self-harming.

How?

Cutting herself with a piece of bone.

What?

They think she must have found it

in her food at some point.

Jesus.

Is there a happy memory
from any part of your life

that you can remember?

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

that nothing could fill.

Then I had a daughter.

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

I was standing,

holding her in my arms,

rocking her.

I was looking at her all the time.

She was looking up at me.

I began to feel that she trusted me,

that she felt safe.

She must have done because

her eyelids started closing...

... little by little,

and then she was asleep.

That's a good memory.

Why did you attack Stella Gibson?

Why did you break that young man's arm?

There is a visible

and an invisible world.

That's why people get hurt.

Do you think I'm treatable?

Of course.

Curable?

Hmm,

that's different.

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

Try to get you to pay attention

wisely to things as they are.

Foster clear thinking and

open-heartedness.

Try to develop the capacity in you

to experience a feeling without

necessarily acting on it.

Try to enable you to see
the difference between

thoughts and reality.

I'd imagine you're a good father.

What do you mean by "good father"?

Someone who is present,

there for his children.

Has anyone ever told
you you sometimes have

bad dreams that you can't remember?

Has your mummy or your
daddy ever told you that?

Yes.

Mummy took me to the doctor's one time.

Have you had any bad dreams

since you've been staying
with Joan and Stephen?

I don't think so.

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

Daddy said he had bad dreams like mine

when he was in the children's home.

Did he?

Did he say what he dreamed about?

Frightening things.

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

I love him.

But?

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

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

When I'm grown up I might.

Or if I have a baby.

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

What happened to your face?

I was in a car accident.

No, I wasn't.

Paul Spector attacked me.

I've got marks like that.

Show me.

I can't.

Why?

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

I didn't want anyone to know,

to see them.

They were private.

Why did you do it?

I think for the same reason you do.

What's that?

Anger.

What did you have to be angry about?

My father.

Why?

He died.

How?

He was ill.

How old were you?

14.

My father killed himself.

I thought it was an accident.

He chose to ride a motorbike.

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

... every night he was late home.

He loved the bike more than he loved me.

Loved the thrill of speed more than he

loved his only daughter.

I don't call that an accident.

Is that why you're
throwing your life away?

You know you can't get him back.

No matter how hard you try.

"There was a man of double deed,

Who sowed his garden full of seed;

When the seed began to grow,

'Twas like a garden full of snow;

When the snow began to melt,

'Twas like a ship without a belt;

When the ship began to sail,

'Twas like a bird without a tail;

When the bird began to fly,

'Twas like an eagle in the sky;

When the sky began to roar,

'Twas like a lion at my door;

When my door began to crack,

'Twas like a stick across my back;

When my back began to smart,

'Twas like a penknife in my heart;

And when my heart began to bleed...

... 'Twas death,

and death,

and death indeed.

I need you to do me a favour.

I know that
everything feels tainted,

polluted.

But it's not.

We all have those voices in our heads,

that tell us we're a disappointment,

that tell us our work is insignificant.

That it's not good enough,

it takes too long, it's too hard.

But when times are tough,

we need tough dreams.

But real dreams,

not lies.

Not an unreality like Paul.

You need to fight for yourself, Katie,

because right now...

... you're in danger.

What's this?

It's your chocolate.

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

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

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

This stuff tastes like dog chocolate.

I'm not eating dog chocolate!

I'm afraid it's this or nothing.

Then give me my money back.

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

I want my money back!

Mark, calm yourself.

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

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

What did you say to me?

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

- You called me a homosexual!
- Calm down now!

We all need love

and we all need nurture.

There's too much death and destruction.

But friends who love you should...

... warm you like the sun.

Make you feel good about yourself.

Not freeze you in their contempt

and in their hate.

Anger corrodes our belief

that anything good can happen to us.

Paul's been destroyed by his anger,

his rage.

And you,

you hurt a friend,

to impress him.

But he doesn't care.

He doesn't even know you exist.

Watch his head, watch his head.

And out, and out. Let's go! Let's go.

Go, go, go!

Fuck off! That's right,
fuck the lot of you!

Fuck off!

You and I were loved so much...

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

Maybe we both need to
be held while we grieve,

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

not revel in it.

Not someone who will abandon us.

Sweet Jesus.

Somebody call for an ambulance!

Call an ambulance.

Where's Spector?

Where's Spector?!

Check the treatment room!
The de-escalation room!

Check the kitchen!

Shit! Bailey's room!

Oh, God!

Got him, got him.

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

Get the belt, get the belt.

Paul, Paul.

I'm sorry.

Gibson.

OK.

What is it?

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

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

Is it Paul?

Bye, Katie.

Oh, God, Dr Larson,

I'm sorry,

I'm so sorry.

Paul Spector, the man charged

with the four recent murders
in the Belfast area...

was found dead last night

in one of the bedrooms
of the Foyle Clinic

where he was undergoing
psychiatric assessment.

This morning, an inquiry was launched

into how he had come to die

whilst under level two
observation by clinic staff.

Spector, 32, was found dead at 9.31pm.

While efforts were made to revive him,

he was certified dead
by doctors at 9.51pm.

The Foyle Clinic's leading clinician

was also injured during the incident.

He is in hospital and
in a stable condition.

His injuries are not thought
to be life-threatening.

Another patient, Mark
Bailey, 29, was killed.

His family have been informed.

An inquiry into his death is ongoing.

I can confirm that the PSNI

are not looking for anyone else

in connection with the
murders of Fiona Gallagher,

Sarah Kay, Alice Parker
Monroe or Joseph Brawley.

An inquest will take place
into each of those deaths.

DCI Eastwood will oversee the
preparation of those inquest files.

In light of recent events,

and as of today,

I am standing down from my position

as Gold Commander of Operation Musicman.

In addition, the Chief Constable

has accepted my resignation.

I would like to take
this opportunity to thank

Detective Superintendent
Gibson for all her hard work,

her dedication to duty

and her leadership
during the investigation.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, sir.

Take care, Dani.

And you, ma'am.

"In olden times,

when wishing still did some good...

... there lived a king

whose daughters were all beautiful.

But the youngest was so beautiful

that the sun itself,

who indeed has seen so much,

marvelled every time
it shone upon her face.

In the vicinity of the King's castle

there was a large, dark forest

and in this forest,

beneath an old linden tree,

there was a well.

In the heat of the day,

the Princess would
go out into the forest

and sit on the edge of the cool well.

To pass the time

she would take a golden ball,

throw it into the air and then catch it.

It was her favourite plaything... "

Thank you. Thank you.

"As she was lying in bed,

he came creeping up to her and said,

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

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

With that,

she became bitterly angry

and threw him against the
wall with all her might.

Now you will have your
peace, you disgusting frog!

She's supposed to kiss him,

not throw him against the wall.

That's Disney.

This is the real story.

"But when he fell down,

he was not a frog...

... but a prince

with beautiful,

friendly eyes."