All language subtitles for Silent Witness S19E01 After the Fall (1)

Tell me!
Just tell me!

I'd tell you!
This is my home!

We've got a suspect
fleeing the scene.

Tony Hamilton,
married bloke she was seeing.

Her mate says
she was pregnant with his baby.

She was pregnant?

"Was" being the operative word.

I want the bastard for murder
if she dies

but first we need evidence
she was pushed...

She's not going to die.

Look, DI Porter, I think the less
you tell me now, the better.

Hi Suzie.

I'm Dr Alexander.

Nikki.

If this hurts,
tell me and I'll stop.

Don't worry.

Can't feel a thing.

10 YEARS LATER

How's your mum?
Is she all right?

- She's good thank you.
- That's it.

Just turn around and sit down.

There you go.

Thanks.

Don't worry,
I'll get your bag for you.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

SILENT WITNESS
Season 19 - Episode 1

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Sync: NetLion

"After the Fall"
Part 1 of 2

Nikki...?

Scott! Wow.

Hello.

Auckland five years,

Sydney three years,
Manila four years,

...Bangkok nine years,
and London... two weeks.

Two weeks?

- What brought you home?
- My mum. She, er, she died.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

Listen, do, do you want to get
a coffee or something?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Guy with the duffel coat,
hood up, rain or shine,

- always sat at the back.
- God. Him. "Weapons."

That's it.
Weapons! Genius.

- OK. My turn.
- Go easy on me.

No chance. Professor Roach.

I mean, we were heading off
round the world together then,

one tutorial with
the battle-axe later,

we're not.

Suddenly you had to
get on with your life.

The Institute of Pathologists
would not wait.

I mean, what ever happened to Roach?
Do you still see her?

We came up against each other
in court. Got messy.

Who won?

See, you were always formidable.

I don't feel very formidable...

- Even then. 21 going on 41...
- Shut up.

- It was a turn-on, actually.
- OK, enough.

It's work.

Do this again?

You made me jump.

ID, please.

- Thank you very much.
- Need these?

Nice gaff -
and soon to be on the market.

You going to put in an offer?

I might dust down the old decks.

The deceased is Max Walsh,
a record producer and DJ,

hence the...

- No, me neither.
- You own a set of decks?

Oh, brought the ruckus
back in the day.

OK. Photographic evidence, please.

Nah. Why are you in such
a jolly mood?

Oh, just ran into an old friend.

- Male or female?
- Male, as it happens.

"As it happens."
Defensive. Very interesting.

DS Calvin Jones. Nikki Alexander.
Hi.

- All right?
- Just down here.

It looks like suicide,

but, as he was semi-famous,
I just want to cover the bases.

Who was that?

Sophia Haddon, Walsh's PA.
She found the body.

So, what've we got?

Blood distribution's confined
to the bath, ie he wasn't moved

after he was cut,
and no signs of a struggle.

Wow, this was no cry for help.

- No?
- No.

You've got to cut through
the tendons to reach the arteries,

and they're more likely
to clot than bleed out.

- So how did he manage it?
- Where there's a will...

I'll have a better answer
when I've cleaned him up.

Here we go. One knife short.

So, no forced entry at front or back
doors which have multiple locks.

Everything points to suicide?

Right down to the turned-over
photographs downstairs.

Morphine sulphate.

Typically used
in the management of chronic pain.

The PA says Walsh recently

got the all clear after the removal
of a tumour.

- But if he was in remission...
- Why wasn't that a happy ending?

See you later.

David.

Why don't you try
and get him out today?

Nothing too ambitious -

just see if you can get him
to do something useful.

Define "useful."

- I'll do my best, OK?
- Thank you.

Have a good day.

Come here.

Steady. Steady.

Wa-hay!

Perfect timing.

Just turn that off, Dad.
How about we resurrect the pool?

It's her birthday tomorrow.

Would've been her birthday.

Is that a "no", then?

OK.

You know, I could've gone
to Uni last year.

- So, why didn't you?!
- Cos I wanted to be here when you got out of prison!

Well, you should've gone.

The body is that of a 42-year-old
male identified as Max Walsh.

On the right arm

there's an L-shaped incision
along the length of the ulnar artery

that completely severs
the tendons of the finger flexors.

And the same L-shaped incision
is also present on the left arm.

And that's...weird?

In the context of self-inflicted
wrist wounds, yes.

After cutting
the tendons in one arm,

he wouldn't be able to grip
the knife to cut the other.

So, one of the cuts should be
shallow and messy?

Yeah. But they're as deep
and precise as each other.

There's some
sort of adhesive substance

in the hair of the left armpit.

Right armpit's clean.

I'll take samples.

Thomas.

What?

Is it possible
he put that there himself?

No.
Not that far down.

Gag reflex would have kicked in.

Most likely it was placed there
after he died.

Making this murder.

Nikki?

Is this a case you worked on?

- Irene Dawes. A retired nurse.
- When?

Found dead in the bath
three months ago.

My findings at the inquest
argued for suicide.

But now you've got your doubts?

She was holding a quartz nurse's
watch and it's set to the same time.

And Irene also had cancer.

Christ.

The killer either knows
the details of Irene's suicide
and copied them...

..or he killed her, too.

What does your gut tell you?

My gut tells me
I've missed a murder.

I was called out to the death
of Irene Dawes

just over three months ago.

She'd been dying a slow,
painful death.

So suicide wasn't a stretch?

No.

But her son didn't buy it.
He's a Catholic priest.

And he remained unconvinced
even when we found

searches about morphine fatality
in her web history.

What was in those blister packs?

Morphine sulphate tablets.

Which Max Walsh was also taking.

Exactly.

And this?

Did he want the hands
to bisect the watch,

- does the time mean something to him?
- Pass.

But there's another commonality.

At both scenes, there were pictures
of relatives turned face-down.

Textbook suicide hallmark.

If that's his thing, faking
suicides,

there could be other killings
we haven't linked yet.

Or that weren't even
investigated as murders.

Making this the work
of a serial killer.

Both victims were terminally ill.

Maybe he sees killing
as an act of mercy.

- Who was the DS on it?
- DI Pamela Rankin.

You know her?

OF her.

How did a suicide get a DI?

Irene's son has some friends
in the force.

Right.

AlL right, I'll call Rankin
tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- This has to be handled...

- You're going to have to talk to her...
- I'm not telling a DI

she missed a murder
until we're sure.

Then we'll make sure.

MADE MY DAY. POSSIBLE YEAR.
LUNCH TOMORRO?

- You OK?
- Yeah.

You know, the watches stuff's
compelling, but it doesn't prove

- Dawes was murdered.
- I know what you're doing,

and I appreciate it.

But I've got to face this, and I've
got to find out what I missed.

Course you do.
You're Nikki.

Sleep tight.

OK LUNCH TOMORROW?
NO PRESSURE!

Shit!

Excuse me.

Dr Alexander.

Father Dawes.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Not now.

I have an appointment.

Be back at one, Gary.

Two minutes. Please.

I may have a chance to re-examine
your mother's death.

What good would that do?

I don't know...
yet.

But last time we met,
you were adamant

that she hadn't taken her own life,
that I'd got it wrong.

Is that still your view?

Yes.

Nothing's happened in the interim
to make you doubt it?

Nothing.

Anyway, what does it matter?

Because if I go down this road,
I want your blessing.

- Why?
- I want you on side.

And, to be frank, it makes things
easier if we need to exhume.

No.

- What?
- It's too late.

The death certificate said suicide.

Death certificates can be changed.
But God's judgment cannot.

My mother is now
by His side or not.

I'm confused.

You never believed it WAS suicide.

And now we might get a chance
to prove it, you won't cooperate?

This isn't official, is it?

It's just a hunch.

So how do you think you're faring,
Tony?

As a free man?

Fine.

I'm going to need a longer answer
than "fine," I'm afraid.

My son and my wife are helping me
to adjust.

You sound like you're reading
from a script.

Telling me what I want to hear
cos you want me off your back.

How did you get here today?

My son drove me.

Like last week.

And the week before,
and the week before that.

Lydia's working.

She's got a very demanding job.
What does she do?

She's a lawyer.

She's not using her work
as an excuse to avoid you?

In six months,
she's never accompanied you once,
you barely mention her.

What am I supposed to think?

It's none of your business.
It IS my business, Tony...

..because it relates to the issue
of your reacclimatisation.

Is that even a bloody word?

She files for divorce
soon as you're arrested,

then takes you back
when you're released?

You know we lost our daughter.

Do you talk about that
with your wife?

Is that something you...share?
Help each other with?

The terms of your parole mean that
after today we meet only bi-monthly.

But that decision...

is at my discretion.

What do you mean?

I mean if I feel you're
hiding something - and I do...

..you'll be back here next week.

My wife, she tries, she does, she
wants to want me around, but I...

..disgust her.

And how does that make you feel?

Angry?

Sometimes.

What about Suzie Banks?

Do you feel anger toward her?

Tony.

Since your release...

..have you tried to contact
Suzie Banks?

No.

Of course not.

Nikki.

Been trying to get hold of you.

DI Rankin.

I've just had Father Dawes
on the phone

asking why we're re-examining
the death of his mother.

I had to come clean and say I had no
bloody clue what he was on about,

which made me look great.

- Really professional.
- I'm sorry.

Oh, no worries, seriously.

It's not like he sits on every
local authority panel going,

runs outreach programmes, and is
a decorated army chaplain to boot.

It's not like he's a fully paid-up
friend of the force,

and all-round do-gooding
pain in the arse...

Yeah, I think you've made
your point.

Nikki.

And I don't want an apology.

I want an explanation.

He was so certain that his mother
hadn't taken her own life.

And?

And I wanted to know
if he still felt the same way.

Yeah, but it's not your job
to ask those questions. It's mine.

I suppose I didn't remember you
asking too many questions

first time round.

Irene Dawes committed suicide.

The fact that you have a case
with vaguely similar hallmarks

doesn't mean shit, are we clear?

I'd call them remarkably similar.

- Are we clear?!
- Yes, we're clear.

And you'd better remember which team
you play for, DS Jones.

Have you thought this through?

If you prove Irene Dawes's death
was murder, not suicide,

there'll be far-reaching
consequences.

- Yes, there will.
- And likely as not, no good will come of it.

Not for her, not for her family,
and not for the Lyell.

Bottom line - you worked
with the evidence you had,

and your conclusions were sound.

You're saying I turn a blind eye

to protect the reputation
of the Lyell?

More your own.

If it turns out you got it wrong
with Irene Dawes,

that you missed a murder...

..every case you've given evidence

in that was remotely controversial
will be fair game.

Fresh meat for new appeals,
quite possibly successful ones.

I can't believe I'm hearing this!

I'm prepared to hold up my hand
and say I got it wrong,

- and all I ask is that you
have my back!
- And I do.

Bullshit!
You just told me you don't!

If you don't call the coroner,
I will.

Shit.

What are you doing?

I'm just here to see my parole
officer. Same as you.

You're lying.

Relax, Tony. Relax.

- You stay away from me.
- Here, Dad!

- Get back in the car.
- No, what's going on?

You must be David.

- I've heard a lot about you.
- What?

- Get back in the car.
- No, hold on a minute.

Stay away.

Come on. I'll drive.

She's adorable.

And you want to know who Mum is.

Right.

Er, she was a nurse
at Bangkok Infirmary.

I was her boss -
deputy supervisor of ER.

Good for you.

Well, yeah, and no. I mean, we're
not exactly on speaking terms.

I'm sorry.

No, no, look, you're in the middle
of something, don't worry.

A problem shared...

Do you want to talk about it?

Dad!

Hey!

You going to tell me
who that man was?
WATER RUNS

Somebody you was inside with?
Who was he?

I don't want to talk about it.

You don't want to talk about it,
you never do.

- His name's Carmichael.
- OK.

Did you know him well?

In prison, I was a target.

Because of what I was
supposed to have done,

and because I had money.

Carmichael protected me.

What does that mean?

- Doesn't matter.
- Of course it matters!

Dad, you weren't supposed
to be in there, you were innocent.

What? Don't you feel...angry
about it? About any of it?

All the people that let you down,
all the people that betrayed you?

No-one betrayed me.

Your so-called expert lawyers that
were meant to prove your innocence,

never mind the ones that backed
up the police lies. I mean...

Don't you want to see them pay?

No.

OK, then what about Suzie Banks?

You know, I don't care that she
ended up in a wheelchair. She lied.

She told the police that you pushed
her out of that...

- She had her reasons.
- Dad!

You went to prison, right?
You lost everything.

She had her reasons. I didn't say it
justified what she did.

Well, that's...good.
That's good to know.

She must...
She must have really been something.

What if whoever killed Walsh
had access to, or knowledge of,

the details of Irene's suicide?

I mean, that's not
impossible, right?

- No, it's not, but...
- I mean, you said

there was no evidence
that Irene Dawes

was force-fed those tablets.

I mean, no vomit or saliva or
restraining injuries to her wrists?

No bruising to the mouth
and tongue either.

But she died
of morphine overdose.

Conclusion?

She took those pills voluntarily.

You were right first time.
Suicide.

- I don't know...
- Another one?

My shout.

Least I can do.

- Same?
- Yeah, thanks.

Nikki's phone.

Oh, wait a sec, I'll just get her.

It's for you, obviously.

Hi.

- Bad time?
- No.

I think you'll want to see this.

- OK. Five minutes.
- OK. Bye.

- Got to run?
- Yeah.

Call you later.
Sorry.

Nikki, wait.

Maybe this is nuts,
but do you think it's coincidence

that you attended both scenes?

What do you mean?

I mean, if this IS foul play -
two victims, one killer...

I mean, what are the odds of you
getting the call twice?

Well, if someone's active on our
patch, it's not that much of a stretch.

Like I said, nuts.

- Lunch date?
- What is it I'll want to see?

Tox shows presence of morphine
in Walsh's blood.

- Enough to incapacitate him?
- Probably.

Well, Walsh did have morphine
sulphate pills in his fridge.

If he'd ingested them, we'd have
found them in his stomach contents.

The morphine's in his blood,
but not his stomach?

Correct.

If it got there intravenously,
the needle would've woken him,

- and we'd have a struggle.
- Killer had that covered.

The substance in Walsh's
underarm hair

is a local anaesthetic
called Lidocaine.

There.
Needle mark.

Redness suggests it was made
close to death.

Found more traces of the spray
on the bed sheets

- and the arm of his T-shirt.
- Time of death?

Midnight to 4am.

Right,
let's assume Walsh was asleep.

The killer gains entry, somehow...

And applies the anaesthetic
so he won't feel the needle.

The anaesthetic takes
care of the needle,

the needle delivers the morphine.

How long till he's out cold?

Five minutes, ten at the most.

That's why we've got no
defensive wounds.

And why he can transport Walsh
to the bath without waking him.

Killer's forensically aware
and physically strong.

No drag marks on the body.

None on the carpet, either.
No signs of a struggle at all.

He stops the clocks and
the breath in their throats.

A veritable angel of death.

And Irene Dawes?

Did he inject her, too?

Only one way to find out.

Who's in charge here?

- Let me through!
- Sorry. Sorry.

I'm so sorry, Father, this really
had nothing to do with me.

Body is embalmed, and in relatively
intact condition.

Her son saw the embalming as a sign
of her loss of faith.

A concern with body over soul.

Nikki?

Nothing.

Needle mark.

- Still partly reddened.
- Meaning?

Meaning it was inflicted
right before death,

never had a chance to heal.

We'll test for the anaesthetic spray
we found on Walsh.

Nikki?

My God.

Nikki, wait up.

Nikki?

Remember when I told you about
the watches at both scenes? Mm-hmm.

You said something like,

"Of course you're going
to pursue a link. You're Nikki."

- Yes?
- You were certain of it.

- Because you know me.
- Yeah.

Well, what happens
if the killer also knows me?

Was just as certain that I'd look
for a link? Banked on it, in fact.

- What are you talking about?
- I don't know.

That they wanted me to make
a mistake, a critical error.

And my God, they succeeded.
I missed a murder!

- Hold on.
- Maybe that's what this is all about!

What, two people murdered
to make you look bad?

How would they know when you're on
call?

I've worked the same shift for
two years.

All right, or the borders of your
jurisdiction?

- It's on the bloody Lyell Centre website!
- All right.

Maybe you just made an innocent
mistake, yeah?

God knows we all do
from time to time...

Someone's been in my flat.
I'm sure of it.

- What?
- Forget it.

Nikki...

Wait!
Tell me, then.

- Hello.
- Hiya.

- How'd it go?
- I couldn't get what I wanted.

Total waste of time.
Got stuck in traffic.

What do you want?

Get in, you pillock.

Scott.

Hi.
I was in the neighbourhood,

wasn't sure what you were cooking,
so, um...

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Hey!

Scott?

Scott?

TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT SOMETHING.
CALL LATER.

Something happened at Dad's
parole meeting, didn't it?

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

What would be the point?

You don't care about him.

That's not true.

Mum, you divorced him
before he was even found guilty.

I had no choice. Mmm.

No, of course you didn't.
Not if I wanted to keep my job.

Then you should have told them
where to stick it.

No job, no school fees,

no mortgage payments,
no roof over our heads...

I had to shore things up for us...

and that meant...

..stepping away
from your dad for a while.

If you think it was easy for me,
you're wrong.

We are going to get back.

Clarissa.

Can you check this
for prints and DNA?

Sure. What's its provenance?

My flat.

I'll explain later,
but...can we keep this between us?

OK. Sure.

Where's Jack?

Back at Walsh's -
looking for links to Irene Dawes.

Nikki.

Want to get a coffee or something?

Maybe later.

Jones?

Flyer for a cancer support group.

Walsh had cancer. We know that.

Look at the address.

St Stephen's Church Hall.

St Stephen's is Father Dawes'
church.

If he knew Max Walsh -
changes everything.

He was an army chaplain.
It's basic medical training, right?

He'd know how to administer
the morphine.

You've got a nerve coming here.

I'm sorry. But I need access
to your mother's medical records

going back two years.

Digging up her body wasn't enough?

We're looking for a link between
Irene and a recently deceased male.

We believe that this man was murdered

and the scene staged to
resemble suicide.

And my mother?

Well, you always insisted that
she didn't commit suicide.

What did you think happened
if it wasn't foul play?

Did anyone befriend Irene
in the weeks before her death?

I don't know.

In the last months...

..we didn't talk.

She got caught up in a ridiculous
lawsuit...and it came between us.

What kind of lawsuit?

A chemicals factory
in Stratford had been...

supposedly polluting the air,

causing a higher
incidence of cancer.

There was no evidence to
prove the case - pure...

opportunism
on the lawyers' part.

Did they win?

As far as I know,
it's still dragging on.

Instead of her making her peace
with God,

my mother wasted
her time seeking

compensation she could
never spend.

I could never understand it.

And then she came clean.

About what?

Why she needed the money.

She wanted to approach...

..Dignitas.

So she can end her life.

Remember Harold Shipman? What,
the doctor who killed his patients?

Felt like he killed one,
then got a taste for it.

Father Dawes helps his mum
out of her misery,

but instead of feeling guilty
or grief-stricken

he feels...merciful.

Empowered.

What the hell are you doing here?

Anthony Dawes,
I need you to come with me

and answer some questions.

Are you sure you won't come?

Dad...

Did she ever come and visit you?

I mean, like, just...just once.

It's her birthday.

You know, if she hadn't have
done it...

we could've...
we could've gone back, you know.

We could've.

Dad, let's go.

All right, I'm leaving! I mean it!

Ready...
steady...

wahey!

Does the name Max Walsh mean
anything to you?

No.

Who is he?

He attended a cancer support group,
in your church hall.

The hall's rented out to
various entities.

I have no dealings with them
whatsoever,

beyond collecting payment.

But the hall's effectively
part of the church.

You share a car park.

So?

So... no-one attending
a support group

ever wandered into your church?

Approached you in the car park
for some kind words?

That's never happened?

I didn't say that.

- Hello?
- Well, you kind of did.

You said,
"no dealings whatsoever".

The clock stopped
cos the battery was removed

and put back the wrong way.

But... I recovered a thumbprint

that scored a match
on the database -

retired pathologist, er,
Belinda Roach.

- What?
- Do you know her?

She taught me
at the Institute of Pathologists.

OK. We need to go
to Thomas with this, now.

Please,
just let me process this.

Sorry, Nikki.

You've got to tell
me what's going on.

To say you haven't been yourself
lately

would be a bloody understatement.

Ten years ago we came
up against each other in court.

Me for the CPS, her for the defence.

- And what was the case?
- Attempted murder.

A young woman was pushed from a high
building after a struggle.

She had coin-shaped bruises
on her arms and shoulder and

the accused's prints
were all over her.

He said that he was trying to stop
her from throwing herself out.

Did she present as a likely suicide?

Suspect was her boss and ex-lover.

They'd had a fling which ended with
her getting pregnant.

The bruising on her arms,
scratches on him,

overwhelming signs of a struggle

all added up to pushing
and not pulling.

But Professor Roach disagreed?

She also made explicit reference
in court to having taught me.

Cited my youthful
tendency to be

"overly certain and play
the lone wolf".

Professional!

I hope you gave
as good as you got?

Oh, I did.

I chastised her for breaching
the teacher-student compact,

I characterised her as "eccentric"
and her evidence as the fruits

of a mind clearly divorced
from sound rational judgment.

Somehow the word "eccentric" stuck.

The CPS lawyer used it repeatedly
when trashing her evidence.

Even the judge called her eccentric.

Next day a reporter found
Roach in the pub at lunchtime

- and that was it.
- Eccentric and drunk.

We got our guilty verdict
and Roach got fed to the vultures.

My God.

OK.
Let's get some perspective.

Just let me speak to her.

I owe her that much.
I need you to trust me.

No, Nikki, you need to trust us.

If you tell Thomas,
he will tell DS Jones. It's over.

I can't destroy her twice,
not until I know I'm right.

Please.

Jack.

Nikki.

- What are you doing here?
- I just came to see you.

How did you know where I worked?

- Well, you told me.
- No, I didn't.

OK, we'll, er,
agree to disagree, shall we?

What is it, Nikki? What's happened?

You don't work in the ER
at Bangkok Infirmary, do you?

Oh, you've been checking up on me?

Time well spent, as it turns out.

Why did you lie to me?

Because...

Because the truth is
pretty embarrassing.

I did work at the hospital,
but I was a porter.

A lowly shit-shoveller.

What else have you lied about?

- Nikki...
- Do you know what?

I need to be somewhere.
Right now.

- How can I help?
- I know DI Porter's retired,

but I need to speak to him
about a case we worked on in 2005.

Sorry to tell you, but,
um, Murray died last year.

Do you mind telling me how?

Why?

Call it professional curiosity.

Inquest inconclusive.
But it was likely he drowned.

Thank you.

Belinda?

What do you want?

Better come in.

A thumbprint belonging to you was
lifted from my flat.

From my kitchen clock,
to be precise.

The time was set at 2:45.

As it was on watches recovered
from these two crime scenes,

both of which I attended.

I checked the transcript.

2:45 was when I finished
rebutting your evidence,

the end of the third sitting.

The moment you THINK I betrayed you.

It was ten years ago.

Do you honestly think
I remember what time

you finished giving your
half-arsed evidence?

Are you completely out of your mind?

So you don't blame me -
for this?

For what happened to you?
Any of it?

I didn't say that.

I do blame you, Nikki.

You didn't just betray me,
you ruined me.

Even now you don't grasp
the consequences of what you did.

Well, enlighten me.

I wouldn't waste my breath.

Well, suddenly the idea
you'd recall what time

I gave evidence doesn't
seem so crazy.

Three convictions!

Three convictions resting on
my testimony,

two of them murders,

quashed on appeal following
the Hamilton case.

That's three guilty men
walking the streets. That is on you!

You didn't just trash me
when you called me eccentric -

you trashed my work!

Let's get back
to your thumbprint in my kitchen.

I'm here to give you a chance
to explain it!

Someone's trying to set me up.
Frame me.

The only thing is,
are you going to fall for it?

You'll have to do better
than that.

Hang on.

Belinda?

Belinda!

My God.

Belinda?

God.

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
Eight. Nine...

Nikki?

No! No!

Nikki?

Someone's trying to frame me,
it's obvious!

I am arresting you on the suspicion
of the murder of Belinda Roach.

So we just abandon her?
Is that it?

- Screw that.
- Jack.

Jack, we keep our heads.

Someone was following me,
tailgating me. Was it you?

- Did I FOLLOW you?
- He is angry.

And when he was 15

and people wrote "baby killer" on
his school bag he was even worse.

But you weren't
here to see that, or deal with it.

I've seen him before.

Here with Father Dawes.

I don't know where he is.
I really don't.

Suspected of a dozen kills
but only convicted of one.

He's involved somehow, which means
you're not safe.

Nikki...

Nikki!

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