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Dr Hill? You're a policewoman.

I'm Carol Jordan. You found another body.

White male, early 30s, fit, good job. Is this a serial killer?

Technically, no. But one in the making.

I'm a psychologist, not a profiler.

Gareth Finnigan. Cause of death - cut throat.

Anything else you wanna see here? Good Lord, no.

This is an excellent idea. Well, clever old me, bringing Dr Hill in.

So, who's this doctor, then, big sis?

Mmm?

He's targeting gay men, isn't he?

(HEAVY BREATHING OFF-SCREEN)

One of ours.

I'm not bloody leaving. You are, Tom.

Channel five, Guv. Don's got something.

I've been watching you. I'm Stevie.

Back exit. Two minutes.

Man down, south-west exit. Move!

We've just received this from the post-room.

The right man's out there somewhere.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

WOMAN: Out of breath, Tony? Who's this?

I like that, Tony.

I'd like to take your breath away. (SIGHS)

Maggie?

Oh, Tony.

HANGS UP

"Call today at 0947 hours. Caller withheld their number."

HANGS UP

Look at it!

"The simmering strife in Bradfield CID finally exploded over possible

'irregularities' in the handling of evidence!"

Who knew about this?

You, me, Superintendent Cross, sir.

And your squad.

And Dr Hill, who happened to be with Tom Cross

when these "irregularities" were taking place.

Tony would never... Tom Cross swears he'd never divulge details.

He spoke to Penny Burgess.

For that, he's an idiot. But he would never prejudice a case.

Except by planting evidence.

It's slippery at the top, DI Jordan.

Be very careful. Yes, sir.

OK, you've all seen this.

You know how it makes us look.

There are young men dying in agony

and someone telling stories to the press is helping the killer,

not us.

This information can only have come from here,

and I want the person responsible.

Guv?

We've been working our arses off for 18 hours a day.

We haven't had time to talk to the press.

Bullshit.

The person responsible, come see me. Don't make me find you.

Continue surveillance on McTeer. Don, have you spoken to Glasgow?

I put in two calls. Then put in 20.

Find who arrested McTeer and grill him.

Have you come to confess?

No.

I've got to say, I don't think McTeer's the one we're after.

He's got form. He knew three of the four victims, he's into S&M.

O'Connell's handcuffs were in his flat.

With or without the cuffs, he's still our main suspect.

He's a quiet, clever, solitary man.

Phone Glasgow, find what you can.

I know who did it.

Sorry? I've got your profile.

The relationship was getting me.

Usually, it's simple. Killer killed oppressive victim.

This man doesn't objectify like most serial killers.

Dahmer, Sutcliffe, Nilsen, West - they saw objects, not people.

Fred West called a girl he'd killed "it".

But if it was something he made, it'd be "him".

"Make him smooth, level him off."

They only relate to dead people. Then they dismember, chop up.

This one...

This one doesn't lose sight of the humour.

You make him sound reasonable.

Reason, not reasonable. Get his logic, and get him.

He seeks out single men, stalks them, films them.

Fuelling his fantasy what they could and should be.

Then he prepares a machine to test their body, their spirit.

Why torture? Why? To get the truth.

To get proof through pain.

He takes his victims to his lair, starts the test.

He says, "Right, prove you're good enough for me.

So pleased with your big, little life,

but can you join me on the edge?

Can you?"

And he's got them.

Adam on the rack, Paul the rope.

Gareth on the cross, Damien, the Judas Chair.

They wake dizzy, sick from the chloroform

and in front of them is a man with a camera.

It's the camera that terrifies.

To have this much proof means he knows he won't be caught.

He asks question, they can't answer, they fail.

Which he must have known. Yes. Like the world's failed him.

He's a sadistic nut. No, he's a psychopath.

His brain functions just fine, better than most.

It's not bothered with remorse or conscience.

He lives to gratify his desires.

Life's simple if you see it like that -

the gratification of a desire.

Then he kills them and cleans them.

The only post-mortem interference was with Damien O'Connell the policeman.

Then he returns them to us.

The end.

Disposal, dismemberment of the bodies,

the chainsaw, the sledgehammer, the acid bath, that's too banal.

He makes us films.

And he remakes them.

Over and over.

So who is he? He is his victims.

White, male, 25 to 35,

right-handed, at least six foot, considerable upper-body strength,

skilled with hands.

Probably lives and works in Bradfield.

Well-paid, white-collar, like most of his victims.

Flexible hours, could be computers

or related technology.

More likely to live in a house

than a flat. He has access to a basement or garage

or some soundproof, isolated place.

Might be outside the city.

He has his own car with good boot space.

Could be a 4x4.

He's socially withdrawn but might live with someone.

Male, female? Exactly.

Well, which? Neither.

He's confused about his sexuality.

So am I.

About his, I mean.

He didn't target his victims because he thought they were gay.

But he does get off on violating and dominating men.

He's attracted to them and resents it. On balance I say he lives alone.

Criminal record? Juvenile. Theft, stalking, assault.

He doesn't want to be caught but he wants us to be aware of him,

to react to him with horror and fear.

He's working on his next victim now. This one will be really special.

Bloody hell.

Any pointers to catching him? Two. No, three.

First: books, Internet sites of instruments of torture. Two:

software, digital-image manipulation - hard to get hold of.

Three: how does he know his victims? Is it the same for all four?

In-depth background checks. What do you think we're doing?

Keep doing.

Our modern lives, we cast out this vast net of lines of contacts.

80% of them are recorded electronically.

Somewhere...four lines intersect.

There's your killer.

I could lose my job over this, Penny.

She'll find out. How? I protect my sources.

I'm risking everything for you.

I like you angry. You want to do it here?

Come on.

Do me here. Enough!

He could get off because of you.

You should never have printed it.

You should never have told me.

The suspect you had to release - his name's Steven McTeer,

isn't it?

Thanks, Kev.

Forgive me if I don't seem prepared. This isn't our regular time.

Sorry. How can I help you, Tony?

Did you contact me? I reached out to you, Tony.

That's nothing new, is it? Did you phone me, Maggie?

You keep talking about trust.

And then I see this.

A policewoman.

Let me guess.

Married to her work, not to any man.

Her conversation, her ambition,

her whole life defined by her grubby job.

No wonder you came to see me.

I want to know why you phoned me.

I didn't have to. I knew you'd come.

What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

My job.

I do have a job. What? You done with us, are you?

I've given you the profile. No follow-up, consultation?

Well, of course...

Sorry. Is that why you came, to tell me off?

I came because my brother's come up with the digital manipulation stuff.

He's says it's fine, he'll even give us a demonstration.

You know what I think? Fish and chips would hit the spot.

I have to tape the football. Fish and chips? Football?

Yes.

She's jealous of you. Maggie. Interesting.

Might be able to use it.

Might be.

The stuff you've done is brilliant, but...

Brilliant?

Yeah. Not too awful.

But, listen, you keep talking about "him", "he".

What if it's not? What if it's not what?

Not a him.

Explains how he/she gets into their homes. A woman's not a threat.

I know, I thought about it, but there was one big thing in the way.

The victims were strong men. He used them like puppets.

You can only do so much with drugs. You still have to lift the body.

Just seems too easy.

Too easy?

Mm. Right, I'll prove it.

Come on. Sit down.

Come on.

You are joking.

I'm a weed.

You look fit, strong.

I'll still win.

Right.

Ready? Hm.

Go on, lass!

Go on, lass! Go on, love, he's on steroids.

Rubbish!

What? I don't know.

Women in your life.

Maggie Thomas.

Lara Croft.

No women in my life.

Stop! Here. What's wrong?

If you have a ticket, I'll find it.

I don't have a ticket. My name is Tony Hill.

H-I-L-L. Thank you, I can spell "Hill".

When did you leave your jacket?

It was... It must have been...

Wimbledon. It was July. July?

July's eight month ago.

Jacket still exists. Doesn't have a sell-by date.

It doesn't exist in this shop.

After six months, clothes go to the Salvation Army.

I don't want them having my jacket.

Tony, stop it. No, I won't. This is serious.

It's a jacket. You haven't needed it for eight months,

you don't need it now.

Plates are in the kitchen.

'You have two messages.' BEEP

'Tony? Peter. I can't cover for you on the fifth. I'm sorry.

I'd like to know how long

this Silence Of The Lambs nonsense will go on. Give me a call.'

We really are messing up your life. BEEP

WOMAN: 'Hello, lover boy.

I so hoped you'd be in.

I want more of you.

Last time was so short.'

BEEP

Lara and Maggie have got competition.

Carol, I have no idea... None of my business.

I'll call when I've seen Michael. We'll do that digital stuff, yeah?

Carol, I'm telling you. Whatever.

Stevie's business isn't too good.

Word must be out in the bum bandit community.

Unless someone spoke to the press.

As long as we can keep pressure on the shit, who cares?

You're right, there.

Hang on,

he's locking up.

Early closing. How's the head, Don?

It's fine, sir.

Night, then.

Uh-oh.

I thought he was supposed to be taking a holiday.

Bloody idiot.

MECHANISM CREAKS

(SIGHS)

We download that handsome visage

into this.

I took the liberty of downloading footage

to show the effect. What does this cost?

Out of reach of most, I'd say,

considering it retails at over ten grand.

There.

There's Tony.

And there's...

Tony again.

BLEEPING

Oh, God, Michael.

You get the idea?

Careful.

Sorry. You wanted a demonstration. Ten grand?

There are cheaper ones but the quality's only so-so. OK, thanks.

You're welcome.

The pattern analysis. Any news?

I'm working on it.

I do have a job, you know?

I know.

He asked you to handcuff him?

Yes.

And cut him?

He asked me to make it hurt.

With a razor blade?

Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin.

So you raped him?

It's what he wanted.

McTeer picked up a guy in a bar, took him home,

things got out of hand. Still think he's a nice bloke?

He said that "pleasure and pain" crap to me in the bar.

Come on, it's obvious. This was his dry run.

His dry run? With lots of the serial killers

there's an initial attack that fails or isn't followed through.

After, they're quiet for a while,

before returning to what they like best.

McTeer does his time, he cleans up his act. You heard his accent -

pure Jock. Starts planning the real thing.

Tony? He's right.

Should we pull him in again? No, he's not right about McTeer.

It's not McTeer. The doctor has spoken.

I'll prove McTeer's not the killer in two minutes.

It didn't click at the time. What?

There was a drawer in his flat.

A wooden draw, broken handle, stuck back on with masking tape.

Masking tape.

What the hell are you talking about? The killer builds torture machines -

complicated, that must withstand intense strain.

He's a skilled carpenter.

McTeer couldn't saw his way out of a paper bag. It's not him.

Maintain surveillance.

Here's a list of firms that make that software

and all the outlets that supply it.

If you're not too busy.

Thanks. Sergeant Geoffries, that dry-run stuff?

It was good. Really?

Really.

If I wanna look someone up, how do you do it?

You breaking the rules, doc? Just curious, that's all.

Enter last name, first name, initial.

Hill,

Anthony.

Valentine.

Valentine, really?

So, Hill, Anthony,

V, Dr,

return.

How disappointing is that?

Thanks.

Don't know if I should tell you. But you will.

Oi. Listen.

You want to know about my brother, you ask me. I know what you thought.

He acts like a prick, you think he's a killer?

I was...

You were spying on him. He fits the profile.

Everybody fits the profile.

Computer-literate, white male, between 25 and 35, brilliant.

We might as well arrest every cop

in the station.

That message on my phone - What?

Whoever that woman is -

I don't care. Sleep with who you want to.

I think it's better to be - I don't care.

OK. My mistake. I'm sorry for trying to check out your brother.

Listen, there's something else. Don't know how good.

Pathology have found what made the burn marks on O'Connell.

The attachments

to a cake-icing kit.

Little metal heads, various shapes, for decorating cakes. Make sense?

None. What about the pattern analysis?

We're waiting on the kindness of the man you looked up on the computer.

(PURRS)

PHONE RINGS

Yes? Guv?

Don? McTeer's been arrested at Grimsby,

trying to get a ride on a Russian freighter.

Superintendent Cross has been arrested too.

Come again? He tried to make a citizen's arrest

which apparently included knocking McTeer's head off.

Where the hell is Cross? Being brought back here.

So charge McTeer with attempting to evade bail.

We don't think it's McTeer. You don't think?

We put him under a lot of pressure. Maybe that was a factor.

Maybe we should ease off.

Do you KNOW it's not him or do you THINK it's not him? Think.

Then he's still a suspect and attempted to evade bail.

Sorry, sir. Got a bit carried away.

You did, Tom. McTeer's dropped himself in it.

DI Jordan doesn't think it is him. Doesn't she?

Well, 20 years of murder tells me it IS.

The fact he tried to escape tells me it IS.

Sir,

did you plant O'Connell's handcuffs in McTeer's flat?

Yeah, I did.

Why?

Because he killed O'Connell.

Because he tortured O'Connell.

Because I wanted to get a killer of the streets.

Because I happen to think that's our job, DI Jordan.

And I'm not afraid to do my job.

You'd better come with me, Tom.

SHOUTING Any comment for the press, Steve?

DI Jordan, what are the charges? Why was he arrested?

Hey, Kev!

You got your killer?

Have you been avoiding me, Kev?

It's over, Penny.

Oh, dear.

When are you going to charge McTeer?

You've done enough damage already.

Go on.

For old time's sake.

You're the best I ever had, Kev.

We've already charged him.

I know. Assault and evading bail.

What about the juicy stuff?

He's your killer, isn't he? Whatever you say.

That's the message you're sending.

If that's the message you want.

McTeer will be inside with everyone thinking he's a sex killer.

What will happen to him?

He shouldn't have done a runner.

So it's just a tactic?

You sad sack of shite.

Don?

This is him. The leak.

Lift him higher! Lift him higher!

DOORBELL

All right. All right.

It's four in the morning. Sorry.

We should have let him go. We really should.

What are you talking about?

Steve McTeer committed suicide in his cell.

So...

do you want a friend or a shrink?

Which are you?

Come on.

Tom Cross was right, you know. It becomes like a circus.

You get a killer like this and everything's out the window.

Normal police work, rules, everything.

Look what's happened to us, after 30 years in the force -

Cross blows his reputation, his pension,

he gets sacked.

And I've had to kick Geoffries off the team.

He was the leak.

Screwing Penny Burgess.

But...would Penny screw someone

to find out about a burglar or a rapist?

I doubt it.

But you get a serial killer and we all just, er...

I know how I feel in the morning. I feel alive

and I am on fire to catch him.

He's a bad man. It's a good impulse.

Makes you forget everything else.

I forgot Steve McTeer. I should've thought.

You did. I didn't. I should have.

You did think.

Yeah, I did.

I did.

I thought he'd be a smoke screen.

I knew the killer was watching us, reading the press.

He might think we were on the wrong track.

So, I let McTeer go.

And now he's dead

and he did nothing.

Tony, what shall I do?

Treat McTeer as another of the killer's victims.

Then hunt him harder.

Right.

It's late.

Early.

Hey, by the way...

Michael came through.

OK, he took the photos of the affected area,

connected them up and flattened them into two dimensions

and then gave each separate shape a different colour.

Then it was easy to remove each layer.

They were just screens, two layers of screens.

And underneath, initials - Adam Scott, Paul Gibbs,

Gareth Finnegan,

Damien O'Connell.

He inscribed his record on Damien's body.

They did a count.

There were over 400 separate burns.

It's not a message, it's a doodly.

You said... I was wrong.

And this is... this is just poor Damien O'Connell,

tortured with the names of the victims, with his own name.

He was enjoying it, he'd realised what he'd done, he covered it up.

A mistake?

He doesn't make mistakes. It was an indulgence

but not one that would hurt him.

I'm so sorry, Carol, will you thank Michael for me?

Mm.

I'm going to go home, have a shower.

Shower here.

You making a pass at me?

Unfortunately, I'm your shrink so I can't.

Oh, well.

See you later.

BLEEP

Oh, Michael.

Cake icing? For God's sake.

You put the cream in the thingy, then you squeeze it onto the cake.

You make shapes, you draw pictures, and you write names.

Why?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

WOMAN: Tony, darling, out of breath again?

What a busy boy you are.

Who are you?

I'm waiting for you.

I'm naked.

I'm wet for you, Tony.

What's your name? Tony...

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

You write names,

initials. What names? What's your name?

Tony. Tony's my name.

Hello, Tony.

A message or a mistake? No, an indulgence.

Personal, you build up truth machines, then you ice cakes.

Cake icing.

You SQUEEZE it out.

It's personal. You're angry, aren't you?

PHONE RINGS

Yep? Don, what is it?

We got the court orders for the software places.

Brilliant. Get everyone working the phones.

We want names, addresses, numbers, ages and jobs.

Just the men, yeah?

Yeah.

I'll be in in 30 minutes.

ACC crime wants to see you, just to prepare notes

before the McTeer press conference. Oh, that's great. See you later.

Is that it?

Simple as that? You're a boy, supposed to be a boy.

Get out of that, you big sissy, you big girl.

She didn't let you lick the bowl.

Your mother didn't let you lick the bowl.

Didn't let you bake or dress up, and if you did...

You discounted McTeer as a suspect in your serial killer case.

Why wasn't this made clear?

He wasn't charged with offences related to that inquiry.

He was arrested in an undercover operation connected to the case.

It was known he was a suspect.

Known? By whom? As told to whom?

Come on, it was generally known that -

What does that mean? It was floating in the air like a universal truth?

No.

But it was assumed that McTeer -

Assumed?

We can't be responsible for your assumptions.

We deal in facts, judicially provable facts.

When we have facts we pass them on.

We will be scrutinised.

If we are faulted we will accept it.

But as for who put that rope around McTeer's neck - you.

You in here, scrutinise yourselves.

How you opt for news ahead of fact.

How you anticipate and speculate,

how you tell your stories.

Inspector Jordan?

How do YOU feel?

Feel?

How do I feel?

Yes.

I could have requested solitary confinement for Steven McTeer,

I didn't.

I must live with that.

CAROL: 'There's nobody here. Leave a message for Carol or Michael.'

I rang your office, they said you were at home.

I'd come in but my car...

OK, listen. You were right.

Well, you were wrong and right.

He IS a woman.

He wasn't always but he is now. Transgender not transvestite.

He's gone the whole hog, had the operation.

DOORBELL The torture machine's a connection.

He straps them down to reveal himself.

Er... Herself.

He IS a woman

but still has a man's strength so my point still holds there.

It's the icing attachments.

They're the key. I wasn't wrong.

There was a message there but not one she wanted to send.

She used them on Damien when she felt angry,

felt insulted by us, life... The torture machines,

they're all classics from a history book.

The cake icing stuff, it's personal, Carol.

It's deeply personal. DOORBELL

It's all about some weird childhood screw-up.

Isn't it always? But this one's really...

It's gender identity, sexual identity.

It's a minefield. DOORBELL

Just hold your horses!

Do you know what a transgender operation costs?

Thousands. Best going to Europe apparently.

Holland.

Where do you get that sort of money?

My guess is prostitution which means male prostitution

which means rent boys, all that sort of stuff.

It would certainly account for the man-hate.

Excuse me... Just one sec.

Anyway, I hope this helps you narrow the list down.

And the other thing - what I said about having a shower.

That was really...well...

you know what.

Sorry.

OK.

I'm sorry to barge in on you like this but my car's just died on me.

I wonder if I could use your phone.

Of course.

I can't cope knowing this is going on and not being a part of it.

Tough. You need me.

Just let me stay till it's done then...whatever.

On the phones. As soon as he's caught.

Don's got the software names, we'll phone.

We want their jobs, their social habits,

any form of connection, however tangential,

to any aspect of these four lives.

Where the fuck is Tony Hill?

I don't know.

MECHANISM CREAKS

'Tony. Carol. Where are you? We need you. I need you.

Just call or come in.'

Tony, please.

(STRAINS)

(GASPS)

TONY: I rang your office, they said you were at home.

OK, listen. You were right.

Well, you were wrong and right. He IS a woman.

He wasn't always but he is now.

Yes, it hurts,

but what you can't anticipate

how difficult it is to breathe.

Next you release the rope

so the bricks...

the bri-

The bricks drop,

which wi-

You know, the Germans added a refinement -

an iron spike behind the back.

(BREATHLESSLY) So that when you drop the spike...

the spike tears you... Yes, I tried.

Couldn't make it work. The angles didn't make sense.

They're clever - Germans.

No wonder they make such good cars.

Argh!

(STRAINS)

I said I was waiting for you, Tony.

Here I am.

Do you like what you see?

You take my breath away.

Talking won't save you, Dr Hill!

Who says I want to be saved?

DI Jordan. Call - your brother.

Tell him I'll call back. He says it's important. Line four.

Look, I have not got time for this.

Shut up. You've got to listen. Michael.

It's Tony. Listen.

I rang your office, they said you were home. You were wrong and right.

He IS a woman.

Have you worked me out yet, Doctor?

I've scratched the surface.

You scratch my surface,

I'll scratch yours.

Funny.

The icing on the cake.

Oh, you got that.

What a clever doctor.

I got a lot.

What you've made of yourself. The journey you had to go

but the reason...

What is the reason, Tony? The reason.

Mummy wouldn't let you ice cakes, wouldn't let you lick the bowl.

Little girl in a boy's body. Crap!

You get off on inflicting pain. You love it!

Admit it, you silly bitch.

TONY: It would certainly account for the man-hate.

'Excuse me...' 'One sec.

Anyway, I hope this helps you.

And the other thing -

what I said about having a shower.

That was really...'

It's a woman?

We haven't got women on the lists. Guv.

He's cracked. A woman... Guv.

A transgender could. Guv.

What, Annie? We got the women.

The firms printed off customer lists.

We got women... Right, we switch.

No phones. We doorstep them. Get the addresses.

It's how she gets in. A woman on your doorstep -

"My car's broken down."

There was someone at his door. Get a car over there.

Kevin, you go. Now!

Is that all you've got?

You call yourself a psychologist?

You don't need psychology.

You've gone places we all want to go.

Do you know where I go, Anthony?

I want to be you.

You haven't got what it takes.

I can't breathe!

That's part of the plan. Let me down!

No. Let me down. I want to be part of it!

Next.

Angelica Bain, Whiteley. PHONE RINGS

Yes? We're at Dr Hill's place, no answer.

Break the bloody door down.

Upstairs, move it!

CAROL: Yep? Guv, there's nothing here.

Right, move on to the next name.

Oh!

CLANKING

MECHANISM CREAKS

Thank you.

You need some muscle on you.

Oh, I don't know. A few more weeks of this could be...

Don't think you're ever getting out of here.

You're mine, all right? You're mine.

Mine. Mine.

What have we got on her? Nothing.

Know the woman who lives here? Nah.

What does she look like? End of a bus. Nice tits.

What does she do? I don't know.

Boyfriend? She's always out with a camera.

A camera? A little digital thing.

It's like she's into weird films. Don.

I don't think so, guv.

Market research.

She calls. She asks questions.

Adam Scott,

Gareth Finnegan, Paul Gibbs,

Damien O'Connell, AH.

Anthony Hill.

There must be a garage. Deeds to elsewhere.

Something. Got to be.

This is illegal.

Screw legal. She's got Tony.

Get on the phone to the council - council tax, land registry.

Get on to Annie. Now, Don!

The films aren't as good.

They're fine. They're good.

I'm VERY good.

I'm sure you are. But your partners, what are they like?

Who cares about them? You do, you choose them.

They let you down.

Of course. They're scared.

They're pathetic pieces of shit.

I'm not scared.

Why not?

This is exciting.

You're exciting.

Your body doesn't think so.

Untie my hands. Keep the shackles on.

No. Let me show you.

Show me now.

SIRENS

I want it.

The forbidden.

I want it for real.

You can give it to me.

SIRENS

SIRENS

Guv!

(SCREAMS) Tony!

Get off! Argh!

(What do you do now, Tony?)

(Torture, torture.)

(Everything changes when you least expect it to.)

(Some things always going to be the same but always be ready for change.)

KEYPAD BLEEPS

Ready.

Tony,

you could've killed me.

It's not very pleasant. No need to protect me. I've seen bodies before.

Hi, who's that to? Me.

MAN'S VOICE: We hate you. It's the same person.

We want you to die. We've got four.

Six.

Who's your boyfriend, eh? I haven't got a boyfriend.

Could it be this bloke Dowling that's killed them? Yes.

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