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I'm sorry, there are no
available appointments

for Dr Jacobsen for
the next two months.

Mr Robertson?

Benji, how are you?

We had to improvise. He didn't.

You're still only improvising?

I think what my colleague's trying to say
is, we had to intervene very rapidly.

And that played to the gunman's advantage.

Word is coming through that a triple
murder has just been committed

in the same area as the poisonings.

Do you think that could
be TT's third truth?

Have you a comment, anything? No?

Unconfirmed sources suggest
that the death toll has risen to four.

Dr Edward Jacobsen, a psychiatrist,

two pedestrians struck
at random in the street,

and the perpetrator himself,
who apparently committed suicide.

Yeah?

What's that?

How the mentally ill are treated.

TT's new truth.

- TT. Back to business, Danny.
- The world gone mad, what is that?

What, the message of your samurai, is it?

Lf we abandon the mentally ill,

if we send them back to
their homes untreated,

in the end, their sickness escapes.

Well, you'd know.

Danny, Danny!

Contrary to earlier reports...

Are you watching the news? Listen to this.

The attacker did not succeed
in taking his own life

and is in fact currently in police custody.

More news on this story as it comes
through. Back to the studio.

Oh, dear.

Can't imagine that that was
part of the plan, was it?

We better hope that he really is
some kind of gibbering loon.

Otherwise he's gonna spill the beans.

And then where would we be?

- He messed up.
- I think so.

♪ Venez dans mes bras

♪ Closer to me, dear

♪ Donnez-vous é moi

♪ Set aside all fear

♪ Restons enlacés

♪ Pour I'éternité

♪ Yes, you shall be mine

♪ Till the end of time

Got any CDs?

No.

Don't like music?

No.

My parents took me to see the
Spice Girls once when I was 14.

Ah.

- Do you like music?
- Yes, I do like music.

What kind?

I'm a tart, me, I'll dance to anything.

You listen to lots?

Not as much as I'd like.

Stuff gets in the way...

work, life, marriage.

- Marriage gets in the way?
- Of some things, yeah.

Like sleeping with other women?

Where did that come from?

Can one woman really
replace all the others?

Well... it doesn't
really work like that,

Elise. Have you never
been faithful to anyone?

No.

I can't imagine anyone
being faithful to me.

You're too modest.

Robertson's been transferred
to Medical Forensics.

We can examine him when he gets back.

We can search his flat now.

All unopened.

Two different types of hair in the
bathroom, so there's someone else here.

SC.

I think we need to find SC fast.

Fi, have we got CCTV in the street?

There's one across the road.

Right.

- Take that, would you?
- Sure.

Benji Robertson was Dr Jacobsen's patient.

He was being treated for a particularly
severe form of schizophrenia.

He's in no condition to be held
on your premises, let alone be questioned.

He's our only link with TT.

We just need five minutes with him.

Please?

You're not above the law, Detective,
and my patient is not beneath it.

He has rights which I intend to ensure
are respected.

What about the rights of his victims?

Happily, the two are not
mutually exclusive.

I'm just going to question him.

You're infringing his human rights.

So arrest me.

Five minutes.

Five and a half.

Benji.

Is that what he calls you?

What do you call him?

Is he French?

Bflflsh?

German?

Swiss?

I can't tell you anything.

Why not?

Because I didn't finish my mission.

Yes, you did, Benji, you did...

I didn't finish my mission!

The person that was staying with you.

SC?

Does he know that?

She's still there?

Sophie.

No, she's not. Do you know her surname?

How old is she?

She's a kid.

Where is she?

We don't know. We need to find her.

He'll think you talked to Sophie about him
and he'll want to kill her.

I want to see her.

If we find her and bring her here,
will you tell us what you know about him?

I hope you think that was worth it.

Oh, I do.

Do you think that was worth it?

Yeah, we got the girl's first name,
that feels like progress. Hello?

- DC! Roebuck?
- Yeah.

Charlotte Joubert. I need
to see you urgently.

- Urgently?
- Is that possible?

Can you give me some idea what it's about?

Somebody has just sent me some information.

I don't understand it but I think ii might
be connected to your investigation.

Just hang on a sec.

We could sent Olivier.

I imagine she'll only want you.

I've got CCTV to look at. Go.

Where did it come from?

Alain left it in the hotel
the morning before he died.

Peloton.

I've never understood...

Oh, that's a cycling term.

I know it's a cycling term,
I just don't... get it.

You know, I don't get why they do it.

I don't get what it is in this case either.

There we go, right.

Oops.

Thanks.

Ah, I've got to get back.

This time of day is so strange.

When I was a student,
I was sleeping with my professor,

and I would go to his
room in the afternoons.

The light was pretty much like this one.

And we would always have wine.

He would ask quite
formally how my work went,

and I would say,

my work was going very well.

And he would say, "Good,"
and put his hand on my knee.

And that's always how it started.

That feeling of climbing
the stairs to his office

and knowing exactly
what was going to happen next.

Take me to bed.

No, I can't.

You have to.

Mm?

You have to,
cos I cannot unsay those words now.

I know you've been thinking about it
and how it would be like.

It's only an hour in the afternoon.

A last moment that only you and I
will ever know about.

I wanna go to the toilet.

She was there.

Who's that, then?

The girl with furry boots.

She arrived in front of Benji's flat
just as we were leaving.

Aged around 15, brownish hair?

Sophie Campbell.

Forensic Services just sent over her file.

Her prints were picked up at Benji's place,

and she's got a record as a minor.

He saw her.

- Who's that?
- TT.

He saw Sophie
when he took the sword to Benji's.

We have to find her before he does.

What are you doing?

Hi, Elise.

What are you doing?
Where are you?

I'm at Madame Joubert's still.

- Benji's dead.
- What?

He committed suicide,
swallowed a cyanide capsule.

Shit!

We've identified his ledger -
Sophie Campbell, 15 years old.

TT saw her leaving Benji 's flat.

He knows who she is.

Right. OK, I'll be there soon.

Bye.

It's encrypted.

Nothing Mathieu couldn't take care of,
I imagine.

No bodies found in the last 24 hours
match Sophie's description.

We've sent her details to all services
and increased patrols.

We've got her social network pages
under surveillance.

Her phone is dead.

There's a charger with her prints on
in Benji's flat.

We scared her off when
she went back to get it.

Her parents are separated.

Her mum got custody.

She told us Sophie didn't come home
the night before last.

She didn't call the police?

It wasn't the first time
and she'd always turned up before.

But what's the connection
between this monster and Sophie?

We believe your daughter's been staying
with him for the last couple of days.

Oh, my God!

It's all right.

It's all right, he didn't harm her.

We saw her safe and sound this morning.

We've been able to trace her route
thanks to her mobile phone.

But since this morning, it
hasn't emitted a signal.

We have no way to find out where she is.

Do you have any idea?

No.

- We'll find her, don't worry.
- No, we can't say that.

For the moment, we don't have the
slightest clue that might lead us to her.

What the hell did you say that for?

Because it's true.

For Christ's sake,
sometimes you have to lie!

She knows I can't guarantee she'll
be found, she knows I know.

We just play these games
to make life a little easier.

You're angry.

Have you never lied to a child...

or to someone that's suffering,
someone that's dying?

One lie leads to another.

How do you trust someone who lies to you?

CID.

We've been looking for you.

Some of our lads paid your place
in the country a visit yesterday.

Your neighbour had rung, was worried about
a young boy staying there with his mum.

One of my boarders.
Some scumbag wanted her on the street.

Yeah, plods found gack all over the house.

But didn't find her or the kid.

Any clues?

Sorry, I thought they were still there.

- Anything on that might help us?
- I doubt it.

How about I be the judge of that?

I just picked it up from the repair shop.

They had to reformat the hard drive.

Nothing to hide.

Come down to the station
and we'll sort out the paperwork.

Ah, bravo!

Bravo.

Par ici, par ici!

Eugh, you smell of smoke.

Do I?

Don't tell me you've started again?

Hi.

- You forgot this.
- Oh, ta.

- You going home?
- Yeah.

Have you eaten?

No.

Do you want to eat?

We don't do boiled beef
and carrots any more.

Come on.

No one can say that his cause isn't just.

At least, everybody I speak to thinks so.

Adam, he kills people. He kills people
- real people in the real world,

not in some...

cyber, pretend world of yours.

Churchill killed real people.

25,000 at Dresden and he still tops the
charts of the most popular Britons.

We admire people who act, and TT acts.

Let's face it.

He made those bastards cough up millions.

They didn't. Charlotte
Joubert paid the money.

All 0f it?

- Mm-hm.
- Why'd she do that?

Don't ask me. I haven't had a
chance to talk to her about it.

Didn't you discuss it with her today?

You were there a long time.

No, I just picked up the
memory stick and left.

You don't like it?

It's a little bland.

Do you have any Tabasco?

Yeah, I think we've got some, haven't we?

What the fuck?

Immaculate conception, eh?

Don't have to keep it.

What?

Why are you saying that?

Laura.

What's the matter?

No, mate, I moved offices temporarily
and I'm round Suze's.

Yeah, that Suze,
who used to be somebody, Suze.

She still likes to party, though.

But everyone's got a price, bro.

You need to be quite a high roller
to get her convent-school arse...

- What are you doing here?
- Mm.

Yeah, of course.

Argh! Argh!

Karl, did you get my message
about Vernon Campbell?

He's at sea, so he couldn't
have sent the texts.

OK, Sophie went back to her mother's house
yesterday evening.

She nicked her credit card,
got some money out an hour later.

OK, I'll be there as soon as I can.

- Elise?
- Yes.

Philippe called. Sophie Campbell
just logged on at a cyber cafe.

She bought a new charger 2O minutes ago
but the phone's not transmitting yet.

If she answers her father's messages
and says where she is...

Exactly. We have to get to her before
she replies. I'M text you the address.

She just sent a text.

"Daddy, sorry, phone problems.
Just got your messages, call me."

Sophie Campbell?

DCI Karl Roebuck.

- We want to speak to you.
- What is it?

You haven't done anything wrong,
we just want to chat.

It's him.

Right, we need to buy time. Text back.

Say, "Busy, call in half an hour."

Oh, my God.

Yeah, but he's been ill,
Sophie, it's not his fault.

We believe he's been manipulated by
someone, we need to find that person.

- No.
- No, what?

Not someone, no one.

That's what he called him,
the one who brought round the sword.

Right, OK.

So did you ever see this no one?

No.

Benji never said anything about him...

what he looked like, where he lived?

Anything at all?

He knew that he was very interested in me.

We've got to follow up on the text
or he'll suspect something is wrong.

All right, what are you thinking?

That we set up a meeting this evening
at Sophie's house.

For real?

- One that she actually goes to?
- It'll look the least suspicious to him.

She'll be fine, we can protect her.

All right.

Text him, see what he says.

Absolutely not.

The port'd be a disaster.

Except her real dad is landing there
in two hours.

TT knows that would make sense to Sophie.

Maybe, but he's picking his ground.

If we refuse, he will
suspect something is wrong.

- We'll lose contact completely.
- I don't care.

He will start killing again.

- She's just a kid.
- This is a rational choice, Karl.

We catch him now, we save future lives.

Maybe, but at the expense of hers.
She's 15 years old!

Always hiding behind your feelings
to justify your choices.

You don't think rationally.

Oh, really?

I'm notjudging you,
I'm just observing your behaviour.

Do what you like. I'm going back to Calais.

Elise?

We checked all the roofs.

All entrances and exits are covered,
we're about as prepared as we can be.

We can't block all access.
It must look as natural as possible,

otherwise he'll sense a trap.

I hope to God we're doing the right thing.

Campbell's arrived. Send Sophie out now.

We've got something, Control.

One of the dock workers is on the move.

- Karl, what's going on?
- Fuck.

- He's taking something out of his pocket.
- Karl? Karl?

Take him, take him!

Armed police! Stop! Get down on the floor!

- Sniper! Get down! Get down!
- Jesus!

All the buildings are clear.

They found a bullet casing.

No sign of the sniper.

We were swept out to sea by a wave.

My father got me in time.

Not your sister, though?

No.

Sometimes I wonder if he had
had the choice, whether...

I'm very disappointed.

It's an absurd and...

useless hypothesis.

I'd have expected better from you.

It really doesn't work like that.
Take it from a dad.

The labs were able to
get back the data from

Beaumont's laptop, despite
the reformatting.

And look what they found.

TT's first victim on Beaumont's computer.

And there's other women on there as well,
of a similar type.

We're not dealing with a serial killer
who targets women in particular.

Fair enough.

But how does he explain this?

Bring him in.