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This is a human bone,
where did you get this?

It's not about me, it's my mum.

They came from Arnold Mears.

I thought he was in prison.

He is.

You know why you're here, Annie?

He said there were more bodies

than the three
he'd been tried for

and he wanted to tell
me where they were.

And you have
never told the police?

Helen Karamides has been accused

of retaining tissue
samples from dead infants.

I've brought you something.

It's some research.

I'd like your opinion on it.

You take such an
interest in me, Doctor?

Is that professional?

Or personal?

Right, so this plumber
guy collects body parts?

His mother does.

Sorry, obviously,
the plumber guy.

his mother collects body parts.

Annie Farmer was Arnold
Mears' Appropriate Adult.

Arnold Mears?

I thought Appropriate Adults

were for juveniles
with absent parents?

Well, apparently under
the Mental Health Act,

it's standard procedure.

When the police arrested Mears,

he was obviously disturbed

and someone classified
him as vulnerable.

Vulnerable?

So, what do you think
you've got here?

Well, I've only just
started examining them,

but four individuals,
approximately 15 bones each.

And Mears went
down for how many?

Three counts of murder,
all women under 20.

Right, so with these
four making seven.

12.

12.

Mears has told Annie

that he's killed 12
girls all together.

And you believe him,
and her for that matter?

I don't know, but it's worth
finding out more isn't it?

I can send samples
for DNA comparison

with the Missing
Persons Database.

This is police business.

I know, but Annie says that
if we get the police involved

then Mears will stop talking

and we'll never know
the final figure.

Apparently, he calls these
hand bones his souvenirs,

and when she's
collected all of them,

he'll tell her where the
rest of the bodies are.

Right.

She's been digging up these
bones for five years Harry.

So the idea is that
once she's collected

a kind of full house in
this game of finger bingo,

then he will suddenly come clean

and reveal the whereabouts
of the rest of these bodies.

Come on, he's just playing
with her, isn't he?

Maybe you're right.

But if you won't help,
he will destroy my mum.

Hello?

What?

When?

She came to see me last night.

I didn't think she.

What happened?

Uh, nothing really, we talked.

She was angry.

At me, I thought.

She gave me a package.

Containing some
research material.

I didn't open it.

What, shall we get
on the computer?

Good morning, doctor
whoever you are.

I sort of hope

it's you, Leo,

and I sort of hope it isn't

because if it is someone else,

then you'll only be interested
in the what, not the why.

The dosage.

The temperature.

The alcohol.

I could save you the trouble.

But if it isn't
someone else, Leo,

then you might as well know
that in the cabinet over there

are all the tissue samples
you correctly allege

I retained without
proper permission.

I wrote to tell
her the Institute

was opening disciplinary
proceedings against her.

Maybe some pathologist
will carry on my work.

Maybe even you, Leo.

So, what is the
correct salutation in
these circumstances?

Cheers?

Good health?

Or just good night
and good luck?

Please, turn it off, will you?

Catherine Morrison, Harriet
Green, Louise Alsop.

Why do they sound familiar?

Arnold Mears' victims.

Arnold Mears?

Mm, the guy who killed
several girls a few years ago.

Helen was the
pathologist on the case.

What?

I'll get some paint, and
then I'll do it up nice.

Be like a proper bedroom again.

Maybe I should go see
him one last time.

No.

That's all over with now.

Maybe he could help us.

Well, help us, what with?

You didn't tell him
about Tina, did you?

Of course not.

So these bones
you're talking about.

They're evidence of
crimes, of multiple crimes.

Yes.

So why haven't you showed
them to the police?

Annie Farmer asked me not to.

Aw, come on.

And I was about to,
and then you called.

This is not your fault Leo.

Is this the letter
you wrote her?

Yes.

She hasn't opened it.

But she has opened
this, which is odd.

And, this once known,
shall soon return,

and bring ye to the place
where thou and Death

shall dwell at ease.

Paradise Lost.

Is it?

Who sent her that?

I think I can tell you.

And I can confirm that a body

has left the home of
Dr. Helen Karamides,

the pathologist at the center

of the shaken baby controversy.

We have no details
at the moment,

but it is not believed
that the police

regard the death as suspicious.

Can you give us
a comment please?

Uh, a respected colleague
of ours has passed away.

It's too soon to comment.

Is it connected to
the recent court case?

Please.

Is it true that she
was about to be struck off?

Uh, like my colleague,
I have nothing to say.

Dr. Alexander, what
has happened here?

No comment.

1st of July, 2011.

Interview between Helen
Karamides and Arnold Mears.

Good Morning, Doctor.

I'd like to go back
to your family, Arnold.

You think a boy's unhappy
because he's poor?

No brothers and sisters.

Didn't have a mother.

I did have a mother,
of course I did.

In a biological
sense, obviously,

but how well did you know her?

-What was she like?

You take such an
interest in me, Doctor?

Is that professional?

Or personal?

Of course, I forget.

You're intimate with
all your patients.

I don't have patients.

Oh yes, you do.

Dead ones.

Slight yellowing
of the of the eyes.

Spider naevi on the right hand,

on both hands.

Some reddening of the palms.

Do you think
I'm mental, Doctor?

I think you're ill.

So, it's not my fault.

It's very difficult to
prove that sort of thing.

Would you like to
look inside my brain?

You could prove it
then, couldn't you?

Perhaps.

There I'd be,

sitting there on a shelf in
your laboratory in a glass jar,

my poor damaged brain looking
down on you for eternity.

Did you feel anything?

When?

With, with the women.

You mean, when I cut them?

Yes.

Did I feel anything?

Do you?

That's different,
I'm a scientist.

Didn't you wonder
what they felt?

Do laboratory animals have
feelings, Dr. Karamides?

You regard yourself
as a scientist?

I like that.

You and I are the same,

like two little peas in a pod

with one small difference.

And what's that?

You do the postmortems.

I do the premortems.

All right, Arnold?

Mum.

No.

Helen Karamides was
utterly determined

to prove her theory.

There's a mass of material.

MRI scans, statistical analyses,

clinical reports, and
most intriguingly of all,

she was very, very
interested in Arnold Mears.

She interviewed him.

For 40 hours.

She could not keep
away from him.

Why?

Judging from her PM
reports on his victims,

she was formulating a theory
about Mears' personality.

She thought that
he lacked affect.

Couldn't tell the difference
between pain and pleasure.

But he wanted to find out.

He experimented on his victims.

Karamides thought so.

But then she made the most
interesting discovery of all.

Take a look at this.

This is a scan of
Arnold Mears' brain.

Wow, look at that.

Scarring.

On a massive scale.

I've never seen
anything quite like it.

Where did he get these injuries?

Fighting, prison?

Childhood.

She thought he
was a shaken baby.

That's why she was
interviewing him.

Trying to find out more
about his childhood.

To get inside his head.

But he obviously
got inside hers.

And you've
examined these remains?

Just a preliminary study, yes.

But the cuts and
scratches on the distal bones

are clearly visible.

Indicating?

That Annie Farmer's
story is probably true.

They were hacked off by
a blade of some kind.

They were still alive?

Impossible to say.

Well, their sufferings
are over now, thank God.

Though not the agony their
families went through.

But you've brought that one
stage closer to resolution.

What are you going to do?

Our job, I hope.

The way it should have been
done in the first place.

The original team were so
keen to put Mears away,

they stopped at three bodies.

Didn't push him any further.

Understandable, I suppose.

But a case isn't
over till it's over.

I'll be in touch.

Thanks very much.

You will be
sensitive, won't you?

Sensitive?

Well, it's just Annie Farmer

told me all this in confidence.

Mrs. Farmer should
have gone to the police

a long time ago.

I know, but as I was
trying to explain to you,

she didn't feel
like she was able--

Try telling that
to the families.

Concealing evidence
is a serious offense.

Dr. Alexander
feels, we all think,

that Mrs. Farmer acted
with the best of motives.

Well, I'll do what I can.

But our priority has
got to be finding

where Mears buried
these poor women.

Of course.

H264.

Open up.

So pondering, and
from his armed peers

forth stepping opposite,
halfway he met his daring foe,

at this prevention
more incensed,

and thus securely him defied.

What's all that about?

It's from Book Six.

The very heart of the poem,

where the Son of God charges
Satan and his legions,

drives them into hell.

Fascinating.

Did you read it to those girls

before you hacked
their hands off?

No.

I read it to myself.

What can I do for you?

You went down for three murders.

But there were
more, weren't there?

It's all a bit of a blur.

You don't remember how
many women you killed?

I've got a medical condition.

Something wrong with my brain.

I tried to get my
head around it,

but there's something
wrong with my brain.

Well, let me help you.

We have evidence
that you murdered

as many as seven young women.

I'm offering you the chance
to tell us where they are.

Seven, you say?

At least.

Mm.

No, I'm sorry, nothing's coming.

Maybe you made a mistake.

We have scientific evidence.

What evidence?

Bones.

From the hands of at
least four individuals.

You've been talking
to Annie Farmer.

Hello?

You're not answering
my calls, Annie.

Are you bored of me?

No.

No, of course not.

Have you found someone
else to talk to?

What?

I had a visit from a policeman.

I told you what would happen
if you talked to them.

I didn't talk to the police.

I swear.

The policeman
mentioned your name.

He was very specific.

We've known each other
a long time, Annie.

I would hate to think
we couldn't trust
each other anymore.

You can, you can,
you can trust me.

I do hope so.

Because if I thought I couldn't,

we wouldn't have
our little chats.

Just when you were about to
get exactly what you wanted.

Am I?

Yes.

Do you want to visit me today?

We can talk about Tina.

Really?

Yeah.

Just tell me who were talking
to, then we can have our chat.

Dr. Alexander.

Nikki, Nikki Alexander.

Is everything all right?

Just a couple more questions
if you wouldn't mind.

Of course.

For Dr. Alexander.

It's about Annie Farmer.

What about her?

I've spoken to the
governor of the secure unit

where Mears is being held.

Now, Mrs. Farmer has
visited him 31 times

in the last three years.

Now, that's almost once a month.

I told you, she
feels she's got to.

And I've checked with
the other prisons

where Mears was held, and
there's a similar pattern.

Well, she can't stop,
that's the point.

Now, I'd say that was
a pretty full diary.

Even for a wife or a partner.

What are you implying?

I just have to be sure

we're not dealing with a
romantic obsession here.

What?

Well, she's a lonely woman.

It wouldn't be the first time.

I don't think that
Annie's like that.

Well, maybe she just
enjoys the attention.

What, you're saying
she digs up bones

to make herself look important?

Oh, he was her moment of glory.

She wants to hang on to it.

Have you been to see him?

Well, obviously
I've re-interviewed him.

Did you tell him about Annie?

I'm back, Mum.

Mum.

Mum.

Does she seem familiar?

It's difficult.

Do you think you
do remember her?

Yes.

I remember her.

What's the matter?

Mum's gone to him.

Are you sure?

He rang when I was there.

I know it was him.

They've got a code, a signal
he uses when he wants her.

She ignored it.

So?

He rang back
after I'd gone out.

How do you know?

Because I just know.

And this time she has taken
Tina's picture with her.

Who's Tina?

My sister.

Your sister?

She left home when she was 16.

Walked out one morning
after her and mum had a row

and that was that.

And you think Mears has anything
to do her disappearance?

No, I don't.

I think she's just
out there somewhere.

I tried to tell mum this,

but it's almost like
she wants it to be true.

To end the not knowing.

She thinks it's fate
that took her to Mears.

God's will.

Andy, the best people to help
your mum now are the police.

No, I told you, didn't I?

If the police find
out, he'll punish her.

You don't know his power.

He's poison.

He can make her do
anything he likes.

Andy, the police are
already involved.

They've spoken to Mears.

And they will help your
mum, I promise you.

I'm sorry.

We had to do tell
them, no choice.

I trusted you.

Mum trusted you.

I took you to her.

I thought you'd help us.

These are human bones.

Evidence of terrible crimes.

I'm talking about my mum.

He knows.

You've given her away.

He'll find a way
to kill her now.

Where is she?

Please.

Tell me please.

Where did you bury her?

Arnold, please.

Tell me.

Please tell me where she is.

Have goodbye kiss, go on.

Tell me.

Come on, come on.

Please.

Yep.

You're quite sure?

She's not still in the
building somewhere?

Okay, thanks.

She's already left the prison.

Probably gone home.

Leo?

Yep

I'm worried about Annie Farmer.

Why?

Well, her son's
just come to see me,

and he's convinced that
Mears is going to punish her

for talking to me.

How?

He's in prison.

Look what happened
to Helen Karamides.

Harry.

Mm-hmm?

The DNA results from the
bones have come through.

They have all been identified

from the Missing
Persons Database.

Good.

Arnold Mears' DNA
is all over them.

Very good.

Hang on.

Look at this.

DNA from the bit of cloth.

And it's not Mears'.

Contamination.

But it's very close.

And whoever it is, they're
not on the national database.

Probably borrowed someone's
handkerchief from home

and then later used
to wrap the bone.

Mears lived alone.

He was a loner.

The police argued that he was
the classic solitary killer.

But maybe someone helped him.

What, you think there
is an accomplice?

A family member?

It's possible, isn't it?

I mean, you heard
that policeman.

The original team was so
desperate to put Mears away

that they stopped
at three bodies.

If they didn't follow that up,

then maybe they missed this too.

The things that poor
woman had to listen to.

The foulest things.

And the tone in his
voice as he said them.

What she was doing there,
I'll never understand.

It was hard enough for us.

Two of my lads asked to
be taken off the case.

But he loved it.

Couldn't wait to confess.

Every last detail.

We've discovered some
new forensic evidence,

which raises some questions.

Did you ever suspect that
he had an accomplice?

An accomplice?

Another Arnold Mears?

God forbid.

Did you ask him if
he killed any others?

Of course, but he just
smiled his stupid smile

and started reciting poetry.

We were just glad to put him
away and forget about him.

And I suggest you do the same.

Can I help?

Is there anything in here

about Arnold Mears'
family background?

Why are you interested?

Well, DNA suggests he might
have had an accomplice,

a family member.

Well, the police would have
mentioned it, wouldn't they?

What happens if they
didn't know about it?

I think he might
have bluffed them.

Apparently he was so graphic
when they were questioning him,

they just wanted
to put him away.

But maybe he was
protecting someone,

distracting them so they never
asked the right questions.

And?

Well whoever he is,
this accomplice might
still out there,

and Mears might be
sending Annie to him.

Well during her interviews,

Helen asked him several
times about the family,

but he was always very evasive.

She was convinced that he'd
been abused as a child,

so she carried on
the investigation.

Looks like his mother
died in childbirth.

No siblings.

He was brought up by his father.

Still alive?

Uh, yes.

It won't take long, will it?

It's just he gets very tired.

It's just a quick
swab, that's all.

Mr. Mears?

Mr. Mears?

Mr. Mears, I'm Nikki Alexander.

I'm a pathologist.

This is my colleague
Harry Cunningham.

Uh.

Someone did tell you we
were coming, didn't they?

Yeah, uh huh.

We want to ask you
some questions about
your son, Arnold.

Don't, don't tell him
I'm here, will you?

Don't worry, we won't.

When did you last see him?

It wasn't my fault.

What wasn't your fault?

Anybody would have loved her.

She was so beautiful.

She went away.

Did you help your
son, Mr. Mears?

Yeah, yeah, of course I did!

I did everything I
could for the boy.

But he had Satan
here inside of him.

You won't, you won't tell
him I'm here, will you?

For God's sake, for
God's, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Can we take the swab, Mr. Mears?

Yeah.

What do you think?

It doesn't seem very
likely, does it?

But if not him, then who?

The DNA will confirm it
one way or the other.

Yes, but that will take time.

Meanwhile, we have no
idea where Annie is.

And if he wasn't the accomplice.

Hang on a minute.

Excuse me.

How long has Mr. Mears
has been a resident here?

Well, he was here
when I started,

about seven years ago.

Has he always been this frail?

For as long as I've known him.

Has he ever gone out much?

Oh, outside the
home, do you mean?

Staying with family,
that sort of thing.

He's never been beyond

the seat at the
bottom of the garden.

Any further than that,

and he wouldn't be able to
find his way back again.

Thanks.

Look at this.

Arnold Mears, aged nine
years and three months,

admitted to hospital
with severe concussion

on 10th of May, 1957.

An accident while playing,
is what it says here.

But the police suspected
that the father

might be responsible.

Well, he may or may not

have beaten him when
he was a kid, but--

It wasn't not the father.

He definitely wasn't
Mears' accomplice.

Any another members
of the family?

There don't appear to be any.

Where did the accident happen?

The hospital
was in Ladbroke Grove.

No home address.

Mr. Mears appears to have
been a verger at St. Chad's.

That's a church down the road.

If I remember rightly, there's
an entry in Helen's diary.

Yes, here we are.

She went there three
days before she died.

Did she find anything out?

Who knows?

Let each his adamantine
coat gird well

and each fit well his helm.

Grip fast his orbed
shield, borne even or high,

for this day will pour down,

if I conjecture ought,
no drizzling shower.

But rattling storm of
arrows barbed with fire.

Excuse me.

Have you being coming to
this church for a long time?

Many years.

You don't remember someone
called Arnold Mears, do you?

You might know his name.

He's in prison now.

I think his father was the
verger here some time ago.

Everybody knows
about Arnold Mears.

Did you know him personally?

I met him when he was a child.

Later?

I wasn't here then.

Do you know if he have
any brothers or sisters?

Not that I've heard of.

He, he was a lonely child.

So I've heard.

Thanks.

Why are you asking
all these questions?

I'm doing some research.

To try to find out why
he did what he did?

Yes.

Well, there was a
woman here last week

asking the same questions.

Yes, she was a
colleague of mine.

I, I told her then
everything I know.

I mean, he used to play here

when his father was working.

Apparently, he had a terrible
accident when he was nine.

Do you know if
that happened here?

In the crypt, I believe.

Thank you for your help.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I need to take this call.

I'll go up.

Thanks.

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Nikki.

I've got some news.

Have they found Annie?

No, no, it's Mears.

He's decided to reveal where
the remaining bodies are.

Right.

On one condition.

What's that?

He reveals them to you.

Nikki?

Yes, I'm here.

Don't make physical contact.

Don't give him anything or
accept anything from him.

And don't tell him
any personal details.

You don't have to do this Nikki.

No one's gonna think
the worse of you.

It's okay.

Is there anything else?

Yes, earpiece.

Won't that make him suspicious?

Well, we won't be able to
communicate with you otherwise.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Good luck.

Mr. Mears, I'm Dr.--

Dr. Nikki Alexander.

Yeah, I know all about you.

I did invite you, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Did you bring your pencil
and paper like a good girl?

No, of course you haven't.

Your friends next door

have taken care of the
clerical details, won' they?

I hear you want to tell me

where the bodies of your
other victims are buried?

Oh, you are in a hurry, huh?

You got somewhere to go?

It's all right,
you're perfectly safe.

I can't harm you.

He's taking control.

Doesn't matter if he tells her

where the bodies
are buried, does it?

All right.

Let's talk about Annie Farmer.

Annie?

Annie?

Annie's gone, I'm afraid,
and she won't be coming back.

Where have you sent her?

I've sent her to find her to
find her long lost daughter.

No, you haven't.

No, I haven't.

You've no idea where Tina is.

I was just being polite.

Trying to give her
what she wanted.

To tell you the truth, I was
getting a bit bored with Annie.

So, you're getting rid of her.

Mm.

Were you bored
with Dr. Karamides?

Dr. Karamides killed herself.

Nothing to do with me.

I think it was.

It was pills and
booze, wasn't it?

What a way to die.

Facedown in a pool of
your own stomach contents.

Mm, Dr. Karamides used to
come and visit me quite often.

I think she was half
in love with me.

Well, some women probably
do find you interesting.

Exciting.

Do you?

No.

Then why are you here?

You invited me.

Well maybe, if we got
to know me a bit better,

you might come and visit me
out of more than politeness.

Maybe I would.

How often would you visit me?

Once a month?

It'd have to be more than that.

It'd be nice to have
something to look forward to.

Okay.

More than that, if you like.

We could talk about
important things.

What makes you happy,
what makes you sad.

Intimate things.

They'd never let us.

Change the subject Nikki.

What's she playing at?

Wait, wait.

They would if it was
about the bodies.

I could give you
them one at a time.

So, that would make 12 visits.

At least.

You're lying.

I may not an educated
man, Dr. Alexander,

but I'm not stupid.

You lie to me again, I'll leave,

and that'll be the end
of your precious Annie.

I don't like the
way this is going.

I think she knows
what she's doing.

Let's talk about your work.

Do you like it?

Yes.

Cutting up bodies.

So do I.

Sometimes I cut them up
before they were dead.

That was always the fun bit.

You had it easier though.

Someone got rid of yours.

I had to get rid of
mine all by myself.

That what was always
the difficult bit.

You managed though
all by yourself.

Or did you have
someone to help you?

Well listen, it's been lovely
having this chat with you

and the rest of the team

but I think this
conversation is over.

He's told us nothing!

Come on!

Don't you walk away from me.

I went to St. Chad's today.

That must have been a
strange place to grow up.

A little boy all by himself.

Can't have been
much of a childhood.

I was happy enough.

Oh, that's not what I heard.

Who from?

An old lady I met there.

She said she felt sorry for you.

Well I'm glad somebody does.

Arnold?

Where are you?

I know you're in here!

Then you can stay in here.

I'm sorry.

Don't leave me here.

I promise to be good.

Did your father
beat you, Arnold?

What?

Dr. Karamides found
scarring on your brain.

Is that how you got it?

My dad?

He wouldn't dare.

Is that the best you've got?

Get me out of here.

Why did you bring this today?

Well, you can't be too careful.

Last time I left it in my cell,

I found a cop with
his nose in it.

Now leave it alone!

I said, don't touch it!

To my dearest Arnold,
from his loving mother.

I thought she died
when you were born.

Was it your mother who beat you?

My mum loved me!

Mum, where are you?

Mum!

Mum!

But they sent her away!

Why?

When my dad got her
pregnant, she was 13.

They said she was a slut!

Wouldn't let her see me!

But she wanted to.

My mum, she loved me!

She's the only
one that ever did!

So, how did you
damage your brain?

Who did that to you?

I did.

I did!

I did!

Mears!

I did!

Mears!

I did!

I did!

Hold him!

Stop!

Stop it!

Arnold!

Arnold!

Where is she?

Where's Annie?

Hello?

Nikki.

Where?

Go away.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Are you the police?

No, I'm looking for my daughter.

Who sent you?

Arnold Mears.

Arnold?

My son?

I tried to help him.

I wanted to after
what happened to him.

That's why I came back.

You protected him.

It wasn't his fault.

Where is she?

She's here.

Yeah, where?

I kept her.

I couldn't let her go.

She was the last one, and he,
he hadn't finished with her.

I didn't know what else to do.

She was still alive!

Tina!

She's all right.

I gave her food.

Water.

I, I cherished her.

I knew one day
someone would come.

She's waiting for you.

Up there.

Mum!

Mum.

Tina's come back to us.

Mum that's, that's not Tina.

Shh, shh.

God has sent her back to me!

Annie?

Are you okay?

Mears' last victim.

This'll
all get sorted out.

Hmm, I'm not sure it is.

Well, at
least Annie's alive.

Miss Grantz.

Well done.

What for?

Mears has come clean about
the remaining bodies.

It's over.

Okay, lift up.

Yeah, we got something.