All language subtitles for City Homicide s02e09 Never To Be Released.eng

Good morning, love.

Morning. Almost ready.

You seen the paper?

I checked.

Wasn't there.

That paper boy. Little bugger.
I'll bet he's hidden it again.

You shouldn't have shouted at him.
I told you it wasn't gonna help.

Do more than shout
if I get my hands on him.

(SIGHS) That little mongrel.

Argh.

(DOOR CLOSES)

If the eggs are too soft,
I'll put them in the microwave.

Christopher, brekky's ready!

Christopher?

Chris!

(GUNSHOT)

No.

Chris! No! No! No!

Excuse me. (PRESSES BUTTON)

This must be very difficult.

I don't know
how much help I can be.

My parents knew more about it
than I do,

and, uh, they tried
to keep me insulated from it.

I mean, I was only 16.

Anything you can remember about
your sister could end up being useful.

Sure.

Is it true they were tortured?

I read in the newspaper that...

Look, we're not exactly sure
what happened to them yet.

Stuff in the media,
a lot of that isn't true.

I'm sorry.
This way, thanks, ma'am.

I'll just go and see where we're at.

If you wouldn't mind
waiting here a minute?

It's been 30 years.
What's another minute?

STANLE Y: Mm-hm. Good, OK.
Thanks, Sergeant.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Yeah?

Dierdre Kincaid's here, Sarge.
The murdered girl's sister.

Both the parents are dead now.
So's the dead boy's father.

Simon's spoken to his mother and
brother in the statement room.

They needed some time alone.

Sergeant Hatzik's bringing them up.

Hey, how'd they take it?
Stunned just about covers it.

Still angry.

Yeah, once we get
a sense of the dynamic,

we need to separate them
and go over their statements again.

MAN: Oh, great!
Family bloody reunion.

Oh, the same tune, Miles,
after all these years.

And you 've still got the same big mouth,
just no braces on your teeth.

Hey, hey, that's enough.
He has no concept of enough.

You back off and you calm down.

Everybody stop right there.

You are a hair's breadth away
from Assault Police charge.

Please, Miles,
we don't need this again.

I'm sorry.

You 're really sure it's them?

It is definitely their van, Mrs Dempsey.
The number plate is a match.

It's not a given,
but it looks like...

As far as the newspapers
are concerned it is.

They say it's Jarrod and Ella.

We are proceeding on the assumption

it is your brother and his fiancée,
but until we get...

Girlfriend. They weren't engaged.
Miles!

Jarrod had asked Ella
to marry him.

They were off to Byron
to meet friends and buy a ring.

They were as good as engaged.

Yeah, and Jarrod was as good
as getting his pharmacy diploma,

until he met your sister.

KAREN: Hey, Hey.
And then dropped out!

They fell in love.

Oh, crap!
She got him stoned all the time.

DUNCAN: OK. Come on. Settle down.
He thought he loved everybody.

That's enough.
(CRIES)

You know, if my brother
hadn't met your sister,

none of this would have happened.

You 're a prick.

Alright, if we're gonna have
even half a chance

of getting to the bottom of this,

you 're gonna have
to bury these grievances.

Let's try and do that.
Shall we?

You 're not keen to bury the hatchet?

In his head, maybe.

Stupid thing to say
sitting in Homicide, I guess.

Your parents said they last heard
from Ella on the night of January 3rd.

From the roadhouse, yes.

I didn't speak to Ella,
but I heard the phone call.

Uh, they'd stopped for a meal.

At the roadhouse
just this side of the border?

On the Hume.
That's right.

Thing is, their van,
with the remains,

it turned up way south
of that roadhouse.

So why would they have turned around
and headed back this way,

instead of going up to Byron Bay
like they planned?

Any ideas?
No.

When your sister called,

was everything OK
between her and Jarrod?

Yeah. Yeah, they were fine.

Well, they hadn't argued,
if that's what you 're thinking.

I mean, they were totally...
besotted with each other.

He was in lust, not love.
And what makes you think that?

Seeing him.
Seeing them together.

Were you jealous?
Oh, come on!

What did your mother make
of the relationship?

WOMAN: Jarrod was like his dad.

Too bright to fall for anything
that wasn't real.

He really loved that girl.

MILES: Mum tries to think
the best of everybody.

This killed my dad.

The not knowing, the grief.

If my late husband had let me,

I'd have contacted her parents
after the kids disappeared.

Your husband wouldn't let you?

Not after what Ella's parents
said about Jarrod.

What was that?
That he was into drugs.

That it must have been
something like that.

Your brother
had been arrested previously?

Yeah, for her marijuana.

Anyway, it was the '70s.
Every man and his dog did drugs.

So much for the summer of love.

Their van had been in the bottom
of that dam for years.

Yabbies picked them clean.
Time did the rest.

Took a drought to find them.

Alright. Let's get started.
What's our focus on this?

OK. Starting from scratch,
New Year's Day, 1978.

Jarrod Dempsey, 24,
and Ella Kincaid, 22,

set off from Melbourne
to join a hippy community up north.

On the evening of January 3rd,

Ella calls her folks from this roadhouse,
the Rising Sun,

just south of the border.

Three days. Leisurely trip.
Yeah.

The roadhouse is their last contact.
Last time they're seen.

After that, they just disappear.

Not even their Vee Dub
is found, until now,

in this dam here,
south of the roadhouse.

So the big question is,
apart from who killed them,

why were they
heading back to Melbourne?

Anything to suggest a problem
between the two kids?

Maybe they got into a fight,
decided to call it quits and head back?

Doesn't look like it. Apparently,
they were all over each other.

And they were clearly seen
at that roadhouse?

Yes, according to the statements
taken by the detective in charge.

Bloke by the name of Spotswood,
Detective Inspector.

Mm, yeah. Spotswood. I remember him.
He was a good cop. Go on.

Well, of the 13 people
in the roadhouse at the time,

only five were ever tracked down,

including the roadhouse's owner
and his wife.

They gave statements to Spotswood.

All remember seeing the couple,
but that's all they do remember.

Says here Jarrod Dempsey
was done for possession.

Could the disappearance
be drug related?

The possession bust
was for a bit of weed.

Not exactly a motive
for double murder.

OK. Where to from here?

Do a search, find some witnesses
that could be contactable.

It's not likely after 30 years.

STANLE Y: Well, if you 've got
a better idea, Simon, we'd love to hear it.

When is the autopsy scheduled?

Happening. Pathology will get onto us
when they've got something.

All they currently have
is a pile of bones.

STANLE Y: OK. Work it out
amongst yourselves who attends.

Until then, focus on witnesses.

MAN: Yeah, had the place for 40 years.
Good times.

(COUNTRY MUSIC ON RADIO)

Sold up a few years ago
after the wife died. Moved down here.

Want a beer?
No, thanks. Not allowed.

Oh, yeah. You 're on duty.
(LAUGHS)

You do remember the night
we're talking about, Dusty?

(TURNS MUSIC OFF)
Well, I remember the year afterward.

We had ghouls coming through the door
asking questions about the poor kids.

Like something out of 'T wilight Zone'.
Alien abduction was big in those days.

You spoke to Detective Spotswood
several times.

What did you tell him?
That was a long time ago, fellas.

I talked about the youngsters.

You know, how they looked happy,
had a good feed,

sat in a booth, canoodled.

Ah, just two kids off on an adventure.

Now, I remember
the girl asked me for change

so she could make a phone call,
and she done that.

They paid for the feed and left.

And that was the last you saw of them?
Yeah.

We're trying to figure out why they
would've headed back to Melbourne,

instead of driving on
into New South Wales.

You don't remember anything
that could help us with that?

For my money, it had something
to do with them two hitchhikers.

What two hitchhikers?

Well, I told the detective about that.

There was these two blokes
touting for a ride.

They were hassling me customers,
so I gave them the bum's rush.

Were these guys still there
when the young couple left?

Don't know. They weren't inside,
I can tell you that.

I had to threaten to call the cops
to get them to leave, you know?

Not that they were nasty types,
or anything. Just pushy.

And a bit like, uh... What would you say?
Creepy, you know?

The ride they wanted,
where were they headed?

Melbourne, I think.

We've checked all five witness
statements from the roadhouse, Sarge.

Nothing about two hitchhikers
in any of them.

You sure this Dusty Beckinsdale
hasn't made a mistake?

It was 30 years ago.
Swears he's right.

He reckons he even gave Detective
Spotswood a description of the guys.

No luck so far with tracing anyone else
who was in the roadhouse that night.

Duncan's still on it.

Thought you said Spotswood
was a good cop in his day, Sarge.

Hmm, he was. Top operator.

There was a nightclub
bombing, mid-'70s.

Big case, four people died.
Spotswood solved it. It made his career.

He's retired now?

20 years ago.
Medical reasons, if I recall.

He was an exemplary detective.

SIMON: Looks like he wasn't
quite so exemplary on this one.

We don't know that, do we?

Jennifer, you and Duncan
go and talk to Spotswood.

Get his version of events.
We need to get this absolutely clear.

Mr Spotswood?

(PEOPLE CHAT)

Excuse us.
We're police.

We're looking
for Christopher Spotswood.

What's going on?

What's this?

It's alright, Judy.

(MOUTHS)

What on earth
do you think you 're doing?!

Ma'am, we need to speak
to ex-Inspector Spotswood.

Well, that's not going to happen.
Leave.

With respect, ma'am...

With respect, Freeman,
that's what we're doing here.

Paying our respects.
Christopher Spotswood is dead.

STANLE Y: They did
nothing wrong, Bernice.

Yeah, try telling
Judy Spotswood that.

They came in, uninvited,

waving their IDs,
acting like they owned the place.

They were doing their job.
The day after a man's death?

They didn't know he was dead.
I didn't even know he was dead.

We'd heard nothing
about it around here.

How does something like that happen?

The Divisional Detective

who attended the scene
realised who it was.

He showed a bit of consideration.

It was clearly a suicide,
so he called me, I shut it down

and got in the Coroner straightaway.

You did?
Well, what was I supposed to do?

Judy didn't want him
to be remembered like that.

It is standard procedure, Bernice.
It should have come to us.

And you 've never
sidestepped procedure?

It happened two days ago,
is that right?

Yep.

They're awaiting release of the body
before they can organise a funeral.

It's a mess. Judy's a mess.

Do they know why he did it?

Out of the blue.

I've requested the scene notes
from the on-call detective who attended.

I'm sorry.
You knew him well, didn't you?

Back when I started out,

he helped steer me through
some pretty tough times.

A mentor.
Yeah.

And eventually a close friend.
Him and Judy.

But not until after he retired.

That was a shock too.

When was that? '87, '88?

He just tossed it in.

I was almost as upset then.

So what was it
Mapplethorpe and Freeman wanted?

This young hippy couple
that was Spotswood's case,

there's a discrepancy between
the statement notes he took

and the recollections
of one of the witnesses.

What sort of discrepancy?

The owner of the roadhouse
where the kids were last seen

remembers two hitchhikers

and there's no mention of them
in any of Spotswood's paperwork.

Well, it was 30 years ago, Stanley.
Maybe the man's mistaken.

Mapplethorpe and Freeman
aren't so sure.

Both were tortured
before they were killed.

Looks like two assailants,
doesn't it?

Why do you say that?
Angles and impact.

It appears that one attacker
was left-handed,

the other one was right-handed.

The male received
stabbings on the legs,

the arms
and high up here on the back.

A total of at least 27 times.
At least?

Yes, and the other penetrative wounds

didn't strike bone -
chops, slices, severings.

The weapon?

Yeah, it'd be a very sharp, thin,
pliable knife, like a fencing knife.

It sometimes deflected off bone,

made marks like this one here,
on the right scapula.

Deliberate. Meant to cause
extreme pain, not to kill.

Torture.
It wouldn't have been over quickly.

The male's death was eventually
due to his throat being cut. Vicious.

So hard, you could see a mark
on the front of the vertebrae here.

The female was also tortured.

19 verifiable stab wounds.

Damage to the bones of the hands

suggested that she was pinned down
by two broader-bladed knives.

Pinned down and probably raped
before she was killed.

She was stabbed
through the right eye.

There's another nick here,
on the orbital socket.

"Here there be monsters."

Always hoped I'd never see
anything like this again.

What do you mean again?

Oh, there were other cases,
other bodies.

Exposed bone, flaps of skin,
the soles of the feet cut open,

Achilles severed
so they couldn't run.

Eyes, cut out like hers.

Skulls smashed.

Variety is the key signature.

Apart from the left-hand,
right-hand thing,

there's one absolutely
consistent detail -

their noses... sliced off.

Oh, Jesus.

Yes, you can see these nicks here,
around the nasal cavity.

It was about smell.

He was very focused on smell.
He?

Yes, except I've always believed
there were two assailants, not just one.

I know the identity
of one of the killers in this case.

I'd stake my super on it.

MATT: Take a look at the
photographs again. Study them.

Mate, I've got trouble finding these
in me fridge.

This bloke's older
than the one I remember.

MATT: Try and think back.

Was that man in your roadhouse

the same day Jarrod Dempsey
and Ella Kincaid disappeared?

Same eyes.
You know, like I told you? Creepy.

No. I couldn't swear to it
in good conscience.

No, I'm sorry.

JENNIFER: Anton Marleigh.

STANLE Y: Life in prison.
Never to be released.

The Highway Butcher.
Who comes up with these phrases?

So, what leads us to him?

The wounds are identical
to those on later victims.

You dealt with the later cases?
Some of them.

It was my second year on the job

when Marleigh's victims
started coming through.

Took seven more years
to catch the bastard.

Well, the Marleigh murders
were solved in '87.

That's 10 years after
these two people disappeared, right?

Yeah. In late 1987
Marleigh murdered two teenage girls.

It led to his arrest.

All his other victims
predated the teenage girls,

going back seven years.

Yeah, which leaves
a three-year window

between Marleigh's first known victim,
back to this couple.

Why are we so sure the other murders
and this one are connected?

Their remains.
They're compelling evidence, ma'am.

If Marleigh was travelling south
and he was at that roadhouse,

these two kids
could have been his first victims.

It wasn't just him.

There was always speculation
Marleigh had an accomplice,

but he never gave him up.

Two killers then.
Two hitchhikers.

Marleigh always claimed

that the left-hand, right-hand thing
was him, that he was ambidextrous.

But I never believed he acted alone.

You need to find his partner.

So, you now have Marleigh tagged
with this other person?

Uh, we're not absolutely
certain of that, ma'am.

The roadhouse owner,
Dusty Beckinsdale,

did pick out Marleigh's photograph
but it wasn't exactly a definitive ID.

Well, do you have a description
of the second man?

Dusty Beckinsdale is working with
the Facial Recognition Unit now, ma'am.

But still, 30 years...

You need to interview Marleigh.

A request has already been put in
with the Office of Corrections.

I think there is another
avenue of inquiry

that we need to pursue,
Senior Sergeant.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Um, I'm sorry, Stanley.
You were right.

I should not have interfered when
Christopher's suicide was reported.

I've been given
the notes from the scene.

There was a newspaper on his desk
when he shot himself

open at the article about
Jarrod Dempsey and Ella Kincaid.

I'm so sorry to call on you
unannounced like this, Judy.

You 're always welcome, Bernice.

We need to talk to you about

one of your husband's investigations,
Mrs Spotswood.

Christopher was involved
in a lot of investigations.

This one may stand out.
It remains unsolved.

1978.

A young couple disappeared,
driving to Byron Bay.

BERNICE: Do you remember the case?
Chris may have mentioned it.

No, I don't recall.

Christopher retired just after Anton
Marleigh, the serial killer, was arrested.

Is that right?
Yes.

But he had nothing to do
with the Marleigh case.

And the case had nothing to do
with your husband's retirement?

No.

Why are you asking these questions?
Did Chris do something wrong?

Please, Jude,
just try and bear with us.

STANLE Y: After your husband retired,
Mrs Spotswood,

did you notice anything
different about him?

I think it's time
you told me what this is about.

The bodies of that young couple
were found a few days ago.

STANLE Y: We believe the deaths
are connected to Anton Marleigh.

Is it possible
that there could have been

some tangible connection
between Marleigh and Christopher?

STANLE Y: Is it possible
your husband knew Anton Marleigh

before he was arrested?

I think you 'd better leave.
BERNICE: Jude!

When Christopher...

When he died, he'd just read the story
about those kids in the newspaper.

I can't help you.

If you think
there's some sort of connection,

you should be asking Marleigh about it,
shouldn't you?

(CHAINS CLINK)

Beautiful day. (SNIFFS)

Thank you.

KAREN: I take it
we don't uncuff him.

MAN: I take it you wanna
celebrate your next birthday.

SIMON: OK,
you guys can leave as well.

MAN: He's still our prisoner.
And, anyway, he's used to us.

Like a bad smell, eh, Colin?
You never quite stop noticing it.

Is this a formal interview?
Would you like it to be?

I wasn't asking you.

Sure. We'll turn on the
recording equipment, caution you.

And you 'll get nothing.

Better to keep it casual.
Much more relaxed.

Fine. I'll order tea and scones.

Wit!

And a change of perspective.

What did I do to deserve it?

We think you 've been
selling us short, Marleigh.

We think that you have a couple
of other murders up your sleeve.

Is that right?
Yeah.

So we can arrange another
change of perspective, if you like.

Yes? A bribe?
(LAUGHS) You disappoint me.

A stick, mate, not a carrot.

We were thinking more along the lines
of a spell in solitary.

MARLEIGH: Not much of a stick.

I enjoy my own company. I'm the only
person who really understands me.

That'd be right. Sick bastard.
Quiet.

MARLEIGH: Ask me
what you need to ask me,

then we can all get on with our lives.

I have eight. Did you know?

Eight concurrent life sentences.

One more? Be a breeze.
So, hey, why not cooperate?

It's fine, Colin. Testing reflexes.

Very good.
Well, you never know your luck.

Ask away.

Oh.

Yes.

He wept.

Begged.

She struggled like a...

...little feral animal.

I could smell her fear.

Gutsy, but.

Lused very sharp knives
and barbed wire, if I recall.

You 're confessing to their murder?
Sure. Why not?

You admit to murdering
Jarrod Dempsey and Ella Kincaid?

I thought I just said that.

Is that all?
DUNCAN: No.

What about your accomplice?

Ahh.

That again.
Left-hand, right-hand.

"Dear Mum."

Wanna see me write
two different letters,

one with each hand,
at the same time?

We're not into party tricks.
Colin is.

You 've seen me do it,
haven't you, Colin?

He's a freak.

I'm a freak! (LAUGHS)

We know you had an accomplice.

Do you? Does he exist?

If so, where is he?

And is he still killing?

That's what's behind this, isn't it?

DUNCAN: Both the physical evidence
and your psych assessment

suggest that you had an accomplice
in all the murders.

Maybe a sexual partner.

What? Are you bisexual
as well as ambidextrous, are you?

(CHUCKLES)

"All the murders."
Do you have them all, do you?

Well, that'd be the next question.

You know, I'd really appreciate it
if you didn't breathe on me.

So, two questions.

A, my supposed accomplice
and B, other victims.

Let's start with B, shall we?

Why not?

How's your maths, detectives?
Numbers in series?

Yeah, sure.

If Jarrod and Ella were the first,
there's a gap of three years.

Now, we reckon there's at least
two other events missing

from the sequence as a whole.

Maybe others even earlier.

You wanna
confirm any of this for us?

No.

Unless you 'd like to agree
to a mutual accommodation.

What? Quid pro quo?

(CHUCKLES) Your friend
likes his pop culture.

You give me something and
I'll give you something. Quid pro quo.

Give you something?

Something you already have.

Memory lane - a trip down.

We'd have to ask our boss about that.

Understandable. Probably falls into
the category of supplying pornography.

But what's pornographic?
It's so subjective, don't you think?

DUNCAN: Well, in the meantime,

why don't you give us
a show of good faith

and tell us something we don't know?

Fair enough.

Sounds reasonable.
Hmm. Well?

Why don't you speak
to Christopher Spotswood

about A, my supposed accomplice?

DUNCAN: You know
Christopher Spotswood?

(CHUCKLES) Detective.

Quid pro quo. (CHUCKLES)

Do not even begin to consider

that Christopher Spotswood
might have been his accomplice.

But why would Marleigh
pull his name out of the air like that?

It's about who this is.

The second hitchhiker -
Marleigh's accomplice. He exists.

Marleigh is saying that Spotswood is
somehow the key to finding out who it is.

Is this a good likeness?
No, I wouldn't hang my hat on it.

It's a long time ago.

And this is a projection
of what he might look like now.

STANLE Y: So, we've run the face?
No matches.

Yeah. Even with the tattoo.
And the spider tat's not common.

So back to Marleigh, then.
Memory lane.

He wants to see crime scene
photographs of his victims

to preen, relive the moments.

Dead women. Dead children.

He wants sick images
of rotting corpses and open wounds.

Well, we've got them.

We've got the crime scene photos
of the ones he went down for.

We show him those and maybe he'll
give us something then, on A and B.

No. I will not allow that creature
any gratification whatsoever.

I agree. You need to keep at him.

JENNIFER: What about
Spotswood's personal notes?

BERNICE: His diary?
His daybook, his personal notebook.

Can we access those?

No harm in asking.

Or maybe we need a warrant.

Judy Spotswood wasn't
exactly happy about our last visit.

You 're right. You stay on Marleigh.

I'll come with you.

Caution.

Highly commendable.

Cigarette?

You 're doing well enough
to get the coffee.

Show and tell.

Show me the pictures
you 've got in that file

and I promise
I'll say yes or no to all of them.

Fair enough.

What is this?

Missing persons.

From the two years

that we haven't got bodies
with your signature all over them.

Any faces ring a bell?

I'm not interested in faces.

I was thinking of something more
forensic, if you get my meaning.

Yeah. Course he was.

DUNCAN: Colin's right. You 're a freak.

Am I? Define 'freak'.

A freak is something out of the ordinary.
It's something significantly unusual.

Like a detective in a designer suit,

a man who overcompensates
for his own perceived inferiority

by slipping on a cloak of slick.

Neat shirt, sharp shoes,

a dash of cologne
to hide the stink of his own fear.

A man who sits and smiles
and pretends nothing penetrates.

When, really, oh, my God,
it cuts him to the bone.

Through the slick
to the bloody, pink bone.

That's a freak!

Determined not to scream
at all the veiled insults,

all the hidden contempt.

(LAUGHS) God!
I'd love to have worked on you.

Yeah, those that fight back,
grit their teeth,

they're the ones
that scream loudest in the end.

Sure about that cigarette?

We don't have
anything more graphic for you.

It's your own fault.

You hid them too well.

(LAUGHS) Come on,
be honest with me.

What you really want in exchange
is a name of an accomplice, right?

We want to know how many more.

A or B, you 're gonna
have to do better than that.

Ma'am. Sarge.
We may have something.

We've been going through
Spotswood's personal notes.

We figured if he deliberately
removed these two men from the case,

he must have had
a pre-existing reason to do it.

So we went back even further.
MATT: To 1975.

The Westwood Club bombing.

And he mentions a source.
A source?

Spotswood had an informant on the
bombing. That's how he cracked it.

In here he makes a diary note

of a..." Meeting with 'W '.
Could be the break."

Three exclamation marks.

This is a couple of years before
Jarrod and Ella's disappearance.

JENNIFER: From then on,
over the next few years,

'W' turns up regularly
in his notebooks.

He becomes a regular informant
to Spotswood.

Then here, just after
Jarrod and Ella's disappearance...

"Met 'W ' & 'M '. Put it to bed."

Mr Marleigh, who is 'W '?

At last. A decent question.

What's the answer worth?

How about just not getting
your head kicked in?

'W'.

The answer, my friend,
like the cheque, is in the mail.

Ma'am.

If they are right, if this bloke
with the spider tattoo was 'W '

and he was an informant
of Spotswood's,

it explains why he and Marleigh have
both been erased from the case notes.

It explains everything.

Spotswood was promoted on the back
of solving the Westwood bombing case.

No, Stanley.

I cannot believe that he would
let someone get away with murder

just for the sake of his own career.

Marleigh is protecting his partner.

Maybe your friend Judy
is protecting hers.

Christopher never said
anything to me

about that investigation
into the bombing.

I'm sorry, Judy.
I don't believe that.

How was the bombing linked to
the Dempsey/Kincaid disappearance?

Why did Christopher resign?

Who was 'W ', Judy?

Look, Jude, we believe there are
at least two more families out there

who still don't know
what happened to their loved ones.

At least two more unsolved murders.

Darl, Chris is gone.

Do you really believe he'd want you
to keep his secret now,

just to protect his reputation?

He spent years
beating himself up about it,

keeping it secret.

He was so ashamed.

Wesley...

'W' was an informant. Wesley.

He gave Chris crucial information
about that club that got bombed

and Chris solved the case.

Wesley was a reliable informant.

But then he turned up
at that roadhouse.

The owner described him to Chris.
The tattoo.

A spider. Here.

Wesley convinced Chris

that he had nothing to do with
those young people disappearing.

Not hard. They were heading north.
Wesley was heading south.

Chris interrogated his friend too.

The friend was convincing,

pleasant.

Christopher believed him.

So he eliminated them both
from the witness statements.

Yes.

Wesley and Anton Marleigh.

When the Highway Butcher murders
came to light...

...Chris was devastated.

He resigned. Called it early retirement.

He went after Wesley
but he'd disappeared.

Jude, we need to find this man.

Did Chris ever locate him?

No. He never did.

One mistake. Just one mistake!

(CRIES)

Oh, my friend.

MATT: He gave a free pass
to a serial killer.

He trusted a useful informant.

Same result.

MARLEIGH: Not fair. New smell
in here and I'm forced to linger.

DUNCAN: Tough!
I'm hungry.

Food comes under the definition
of quid pro quo.

Be warned, I'm litigious. I'll sue.

'W' stands for Wesley.
We know all about him now.

Congratulations.
What's his surname?

We know he was your accomplice.

Was he left-handed or right-handed?

We also know that
he was a police informant.

Where does he live?
Tall? Short? What is his surname?

You don't know a thing.

You smug bastard.

Still, full points for trying.

So...

...mine.

Mine.

Gritted his teeth.

Begged.

Smelled nice, but.

Musk with citrus overtones.

Play your cards right,
I'll tell you where they're buried.

Where is Wesley
and what is his surname?

I've already told you.

The answer's in the mail.

Maybe he means it literally.
"The answer's in the mail."

These guys get fan mail all the time.

Good thought.
He's allowed to write too.

MATT: Vetted, probably. We can ask.

OK, so who does he write to?

Thanks. Can you email that list to us
as soon as you have it? Great.

Tell you how long it would take?
It's on file. 10 minutes.

Probably be a big list.
I'll call Karen.

Get some uniforms up here to help us
follow up. Check the addresses.

A woman called Wanda.

Marleigh wrote to her regularly
until about five years ago

and then he stopped suddenly.

We checked the address.
It was a one-bedroom apartment.

There was never a Wanda living there.
But we did speak to the estate agents.

The tenant of record
for that period in time

was a Wesley Stephen Simpson.

STANLE Y: Good work.
Tell me he left a forwarding address.

JENNIFER: No. Sorry, ma'am.
He just dropped off the map.

No driver's licence. Nothing.

Maybe we've got all we need.

Maybe now we can squeeze Marleigh
for some more points.

Wesley Stephen Simpson.
Why did you stop writing to him?

I'm sure you 'll work it out eventually.

DUNCAN: No brownie points this time?
What about a new address?

Maybe you still write
but to a different name.

I'm sure your friends
are already checking that out too.

But fair enough.

Brownie points.

Eeny, meeny, miney...

...mo.

Here.

April, 1979.

Norwegian.

Very tasty.

Wesley enjoyed her too.

SIMON: Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Easy. Easy, Dunny.

He's litigious, remember?

Where's Wesley Simpson now?
What, he helped you kill all your victims?

He shares in the fun
and you do the time. Is that fair?

SIMON: He left you to do jail by yourself.
You owe him nothing.

No. It's a matter
of personal integrity.

STANLE Y: What about
personal comforts? Quid pro quo.

Your eight concurrent lives

could be made a whole lot easier,
you know.

Double bonus points.

Hmm.

Her name's Gail. Drama student.

She'd have gone far.

She did a nice line in screaming,
back in '79.

And the extra-special,
super-duper bonus points...

Give me a piece of paper.
I've had my fun.

I'll give you an address.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

Police. Open up.

MAN OVER RADIO: Securing
the side area. Unit B in position.

Police. Detective Senior Sergeant
Stanley Wolfe.

Superintendent Bernice Waverley.

We have a warrant for the arrest
of Wesley Stephen Simpson.

What? What for?

No. There must be some mistake.

I'm one of his home-care workers.
He's been like this for five years.

Massive stroke.
He couldn't murder anybody.

(MARLEIGH LAUGHS)

Or be punished for it.

He's being punished.

Isn't he?

He's been locked away.
Already. For five years.

You know, Marleigh, you think
you 're special, but you 're not.

You see, I wear this suit
because I like it.

I decide what the world sees.
I have a choice.

You don't.

Every day, you 're the same
sad, empty monster. Yeah.

Nothing special. Nothing memorable.

You 're pathetic.

Oh, yeah, and I got
your file out the other day.

Had to blow all the dust off it.

You 're not famous.

You 've been forgotten.

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