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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.