All language subtitles for Silent Witness S20E08 Covenant (2)

No!

No-one is going to work harder
to find out

who killed
your husband and son.

But now Frankie's dead
and Liam's terrified.

And now it's all going to come out.

Mate,
your girlfriend is so fit.

Clarissa,
where did you find this?

In Frankie's mobile cache.

I'm not surprised they were worried.
That was rape.

I need to speak to Becky and she's
blocked me. It's about her dad.

- You're going to call her.
- And what if I don't?

- Is Paul your boyfriend?
- No.

We live together,
but not like that.

We think Frankie may have been

killed because of something
him and Liam did.

I know where Liam is.
I'm on my way.

YOU NEXT

SILENT WITNESS
Season 20 - Episode 08

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Sync: Marocas62

Liam?

"Convenant"
Part 2 of 2

Liam.

Liam?

Don't touch anything.

Stop!

Police!

DCI Underhill
requesting assistance.

Mill House Estate,
Watmore Road end.

In pursuit of a suspect, over.

Cheer, guys. Drink up, please!

You all right, mate?
Come on.

- You all right?
- Sorry.

- I'm really sorry.
- It's all right.

- Sorry.
- All right.

Liam opens the door,

but keeps the chain on,
because he's suspicious.

He was right to be.

Gunman shoots him
through the crack...

..hits him in the shoulder.

He kicks the door in...

but Liam, he's still mobile,
stumbles away.

Now, someone, presumably Liam...

..smashes the bottle of beer -
mind the glass -

he crawls toward the back door.

Bullet wound to the right shoulder,

another bullet caught him
in the back of the knee.

And one to the back of the skull.

Looks like our gunman
caught his clothing

as he climbed over.

What is it?

Not just fibres.
He cut himself.

Both boys
in the video are dead, guv.

And we know that they
were scared about retribution.

I've just checked
with the nursing staff.

Stuart Teller arrived back
at the hospital in the last hour.

Becky's his only child.

If he'd somehow found out
what those boys had done...

Mr. Teller?

Mr. Teller.

DI Tanner.

We met briefly
yesterday at Becky's flat.

Is this about my daughter's boss?

Just a quick word down the station,
if you don't mind.

TODAY

We're taking
your dad in for questioning.

Why?

He assaulted your boss,
Jason Bradwell.

I didn't know.

They say you can go home today.

Will there be someone there?

Paul.
Why?

Becky, I need to
ask you some questions

that you might find difficult.

Embarrassing.

You know we were investigating
the murder of your ex-boyfriend,

Frankie McAteer.

I'm afraid that his friend,
Liam Stanwell,

Liam Stanwell,
was also murdered last night.

I'm sorry
to have to tell you like this.

Did you know Liam well?

We went out...
a couple of times.

Never really talked much.

Becky, I have to ask...

..did you ever have
sexual relations

with Liam Stanwell?

I know this is hard...

..but we need to talk about this.

That...

That doctor
you brought to the house...

..I'll talk to her.

I found out that Bradwell
had fired my daughter.

I went round there
to reason with him.

You broke his nose.
Knocked two of his teeth out.

Doesn't seem that reasonable to me.

Don't get me wrong,
I can understand the anger.

Got a couple of girls myself.

Some of the fellas they've
brought home?

Christ on a bike.

Bushy beards, half-mast jeans.

I've imagined doing
what you did.

Taking my fist and planting it full-square
in their stupid, grinning faces.

But that's the difference
between me and you, right there.

I fantasise
about extreme violence...

..you actually do it.

If you can do that to some little
ponce who sacked your daughter...

..I wonder what you'd do
to someone who really hurt her.

Why don't you just say
what you mean?

I think you know what I mean.
Becky was filmed having sex.

One of the boys involved
put the footage on the internet.

You didn't know about this?

I said "boys",
plural,

and you didn't even
question that?

The footage depicts
your daughter

having sex with the two young men
who are now dead.

We don't know if it was
consensual or if it was assault.

I can only imagine
how terrible that must feel...

..knowing that your daughter's
been treated that way.

If it was me...

..I'd want to do something about it.

And if I'd known about that...

..you bet your life,
I would have done.

Becky, some footage
was found on Frankie's phone.

He'd deleted it, but my
colleagues managed to retrieve it.

You've seen it?

I think you should go.

I only agreed to see you

because
I thought you hadn't seen it.

- Just go.
- Of course. If that's what you want.

But I think that maybe
you agreed to see me

because you know
you need to talk about it.

And I'm a doctor,
not a police officer.

It's a lot for you
to carry around.

I don't actually remember that much.

I know...
I had sex.

I had sex with both of them.

Christ.

Saying you had sex
suggests it was consensual.

To give consent,
you need the freedom

and the capacity to choose.

I don't think
you got to choose, Becky.

Whatever happened
wasn't your fault.

Look, I'm sorry.

This isn't me.

Before all this happened, I...

..I was strong,
I was...

I was happy.

I thought... that people that
tried to kill themselves were...

pathetic.

But I just...can't
get it out of my head.

That's me,

out there, on the
internet, for anyone to see.

And I just want it to go away.

But I...

I just...

I know it never will.

What happened is awful.

But Liam and Frankie are dead.

The police think
that what happened to them

is linked to what
happened to you.

Did you tell anyone?

Did you tell your dad?

Why did you lie to us, Mr. Teller?

You said you didn't
know about the footage.

We know that's not true.

Your daughter
just informed a doctor.

When did she tell you?

A couple of days after.

She found out that one of those
little bastards had uploaded it.

She was going out of her mind.

But you didn't
approach the police. Why?

Didn't want to draw attention to it.

And I thought
I could handle it myself.

What do you mean by that?

I wanted to get
that filth off the internet.

All I could think about
was some old pervert

sat at his computer
watching my little girl.

They put it up there.
They can get it off.

- So, you threatened him?
- Yeah.

One of the young men
had a historic head fracture

that can't be accounted for.

- That was you?
- Damn right.

I took a baseball bat
to that little prick's head.

Took every ounce of my self-control
to stop myself from killing him.

But you threatened him.
You threatened to kill both of them.

You said you had daughters.

Imagine your daughter was...

Raped.

She's my little girl.

I didn't kill those boys.

But when you find out who did,
will you let me know,

so I can shake them by the hand?

You've already confessed
to two assaults,

on Frankie McAteer
and Jason Bradwell.

You need to start remembering
where you were last night,

cos if we can't
establish your whereabouts,

a GBH charge is gonna be
the least of your worries.

No need to worry.

We're just eliminating
you from the scene.

Yeah.

Last one.

- That's it.
- Right, I'm done?

Is he here?

He is, yeah.

You're Frankie's father.

You have a right to see him.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr. McAteer.

It's not my loss.

Bill was his dad
in every way that mattered.

You never told your brother?

I thought about it.

But Bill loved his boy,
his boy loved Bill.

Anyone could see that.

I thought about it.

What a night!

Man, I'm wasted!

Nikki?

You have to see this.

And this is my main man, Frankie.

- Clarissa, I really don't want to...
- Neither do I.

This is the raw footage
from Liam's mobile

that was recovered last night.

The video he uploaded,
the video on Frankie's phone,

had been edited right down.

- And this... this is Becky.
- Watch.

Beautiful Becky.

Mate,
your girlfriend is so fit.

I know, mate!

There.

Rewind.

Do you know him?

It's Becky's flatmate.

She said that she told
him about the assault,

but she never said
he was actually there.

Maybe she didn't know.

I'm just saying the fact Paul Kirkeby
was there may not mean that much.

It does mean he knew
what happened that night.

And that makes him what?
A potential murderer?

If the killer's motive is to
take revenge on anybody involved

in what happened to Becky,
he could be a potential victim.

The police still have Stuart
Teller in custody, don't they?

So maybe it doesn't matter. But
they should be told, in any case.

- That doesn't make sense.
- Of course they should!

Not that - this.

The blood left
by the gunman who shot Liam

doesn't match the DNA
on the cigarette

dropped by the McAteer killer.

Yeah, but the same gun
was used in both cases.

So, maybe it wasn't the gunman
who dropped the cigarette

in the garage forecourt.

Or, the blood
you found at the flat isn't his.

Where are you going?

Back out the front door?

Yep.

CAN'T DO THIS

The fact that the DNA from both
killings didn't match bothered me.

I mean,
we know it was the same gun,

so it had to be the same shooter,
right?

- You don't think it was?
- I'm not saying that.

I'm saying that the person
who ran out the back door

just before you arrived
wasn't the gunman.

I remembered this little quirk
I read.

When you put Guinness
under UV light, it luminesces.

Lights up bright green.

Now,
the gunman stepped in Guinness.

I followed his steps.

He approached the point
where Liam's body was found.

Presumably that's when
he finished him off.

But does he go anywhere near
the back door?

He does not.

He exits the way he came in.
Out the front door.

So who was the bloke I saw
running from the flats?

I don't know,
but it wasn't the gunman.

There were three people
in that room -

Liam,
the killer and someone else.

What about Paul Kirkeby?

I cross-referenced all the data
on Liam's phone to see if

I could find any correlation
with Paul Kirkeby.

Just one hit.
A phone call.

From Liam to Paul on the day
he died...

And we know from the footage
found on Liam's phone

that Paul was at his apartment
on the night Becky was assaulted.

He knew what happened.

Are you following me?

Talked about the funerals today.

Father Gallagher suggested
they're buried side by side,

father and son.

I couldn't -
and I didn't want to...

No, no, no.
It's good.

It's...
It's great.

I saw him today.

I saw Frankie.

It wasn't my idea.
I...

I...

I'm glad.

Glad you saw him.

Yeah, so am I.

Carol...

You want to be a father to that boy?

You find out who did this.

You find 'em, and you tear them
to pieces, d'you hear me?

You find 'em!

Sorry.

Woody?
It's me, Tommy McAteer.

Paul Kirkeby?

I'm DCI Underhill.
This is DI Tanner.

You all right, son?

Don't tell her,
please.

Don't tell her I saw.

We won't have to,
unless it becomes relevant.

Why is it so important
that Becky doesn't know

you saw what happened,
Paul?

Because I'm her friend.
Because it nearly destroyed her.

She's ashamed. If she knew...

You're worried that she might
not want to look at you again.

But she told you afterwards.
Told you what happened.

Not all of it.

They'd been drinking, smoking.
She was barely conscious.

She doesn't remember much.

She doesn't understand
exactly what happened.

- But you do.
- They took advantage of her.

- But you didn't.
- No!

- No, you weren't involved in any way.
- Of course not!

- I'd been out.
- So when you came back,

when you saw what was happening,
why didn't you stop it?

Because you were afraid?

- Did you know Liam and Frankie well?
- No.

- But you knew them?
- Yes.

Knew them well enough for Liam
to have your phone number.

- I don't know. Maybe.
- Maybe?

Definitely. He called you
yesterday at around 5pm.

The same day he was murdered.
He was murdered,

and the last call
he made was to you.

Yeah, that's...that's right.
Yeah, I remember now.

Now?
This was yesterday.

Becky had been admitted to hospital.
I hadn't been thinking straight.

- What did he want to speak to you about?
- I don't know!

- Was he warning you, maybe?
- Why would he want to warn me?

Maybe
he thought you were in danger, too.
Maybe you went to see him.

No.
Absolutely not.

Look, I answered the call,

but as soon as I heard
his voice, I cut it off.

- Why?
- Because I didn't want to speak to him.

Because you were angry
about what he did to Becky.

Yes!
You really care about her,
don't you, Paul?

Yes.

Look, I-I don't know
why Liam tried to call me.

Perhaps he was trying to get
in touch with Becky,

and that that when he couldn't
contact her, he tried me.

OK, Paul, I can see that
you're finding this stressful.

Just so we can cover
all eventualities,

appreciate it if you
could tell us exactly

where you've been
the past couple of nights.

OK, so, Kirkeby's alibi
checks out both nights.

He stayed over in Manchester
on a training course.

Didn't finish until lunchtime,

so he wasn't even in the city
when the McAteers were killed.

And then last night
he was in the pub.

Barman remembers him.
He was drunk out of his skull.

Knocked over a table
as he left around midnight.

So he can't've been the third person
in the flat last night.

Yeah, but he's definitely
hiding something. Jumpy as hell.

Yeah, but we know how much he cares about
Becky, and that does give him motive.

With that alibi,
you're looking at accessory at best.

Could he have been
working with Teller?

Feeding him information?

Have you established
Teller's presence in the flat?

Turned the place upside down. Can't
find anything to put him there.

Yeah, but absence of evidence
doesn't mean evidence of absence

if he's prepared,
forensically aware.

We are missing something here.

Cast iron alibi or not, Kirkeby has
to be involved somehow, right?

Sorry to interrupt.
Jack,

we've got a stabbing victim,
West London.

What did the police want?

They were asking about your dad.

Have you spoken to him?

What did they ask?

What he knew.

When he knew it.

- What did you tell them?
- The truth.

- And that he didn't do it.
- You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

This is your dad
we're talking about, Becky.

He couldn't do something like that.

It's not a coincidence
they're both dead.

I saw his face when I told him
what happened.

The rage...
It-it scared me.

If I hadn't told him,
if I'd just kept it to myself...

You can't blame yourself.
None of this is your fault.

Come on.
You go to bed.

The doctors said you had to rest.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you had to find me.

I just panicked,
and I just wasn't...

- Don't ever say that...
- thinking...

Never be sorry.

I'm so lucky to have you.

Brilliant, thanks.

- Have we got a name?
- Clive Maitland.

Deputy Head.
Croxley Park Academy.

- Just left work.
- What, dressed like this?

Yeah, he was headed to the gym.

Colleagues say he went every day

after work.

50 years old.

Trying to get back in shape.
Poor bugger.

I know the feeling.
Any thoughts on motive?

Well, his wallet was emptied

so they're running with robbery
gone wrong.

Yeah, I don't buy it, either.

The victim has multiple stab wounds,

separated into two
distinct clusters.

Three wounds in the abdomen.
The majority of the blood...

Yeah, seems to have issued from
the uppermost of these three.

- May have hit the celiac artery.
- He may.

The wounds are elliptical in shape,
suggesting the knife
was doubled-edged.

Also,

yeah, there are small contusions
above and below each wound,

which may indicate the weapon
had some sort of fingerguard.

So what do you think?
Combat knife bought for the job,

- rather than a kitchen knife?
- Possibly, yeah.

- A blush of bruising.
- Maybe.

Anything else?

Discoid bruising

suggests the attacker grabbed

the back of his neck
with his right hand...

Whilst pushing the knife in
with his left...

Thank you.

The wounds in the chest
angle downwards.

Don't know.

Suggests maybe they were
inflicted once the victim had fallen

backwards onto the floor,

his attacker straddling him,
knife held in a reverse grip.

Four, five, six -
seven stab wounds.

He really wanted to make sure.

I've got blood. Back of the collar.

Given the location, it's unlikely
to be spatter from the wounds.

This wound is ragged
round the edges.

So are a few of the others.
Either he had two weapons, or...

Or the weapon he was using
was damaged in the act.

Yeah, there's a distinct mark,
here on the sternum.

Can you get me some tweezers?

It looks as if the knife
hit square on.

Sternum one, knife nil.

Anything interesting?

Yeah, blood on the victim's collar.

It's a possibility
it came from the attacker.

Well, makes sense.
We found bruising

suggesting the victim
was grabbed by the neck.

This knife tip from
the victim's chest - unusual.

Think you can find a make?

We can try.

- Are you OK?
- Fine. You?

That noise.
What was it?

Um, I've been putting
some pictures up.

Are you sure you're OK, Paul?

Me?
Of course.

I'm sorry about the noise.

'Night.

'Night.

Morning.

Can you come here a second?

You did go home last night?

I need you to check this,

because I can't believe
what I'm seeing...

DNA results from the blood
on Maitland's collar, right?

OK.

OK, same DNA.
So where's this sample come from?

Tommy McAteer's back yard.

Whoever killed Clive Maitland

was also present in McAteer's
flat when Liam was killed.

Somehow, these cases are linked.

We're all absolutely devastated.

Mr. Maitland was one of the
transformational teachers.

You know?

I mean, you ask anyone
in this community,

and I guarantee they'll know someone
whose life he helped turn around.

It's just so senseless.

How can the murder of a
51-year-old school teacher

from the other side of town
be linked to this case?

Unrelated victims. Different MO.

The blade's coated in
polytetrafluoroethylene.

- In English?
- Teflon.

Does that suggest we could be
looking at a kitchen knife after all?

I don't think so.

It's double-edged,
for a start,

and extrapolating from this fragment
and your post-mortem,

I'd say that we're looking at
a Teflon-coated stiletto knife.

You'd have to order that
from abroad.

Which suggests the killing
was pre-planned.

Hang on a second.
Liam and Frankie's murders
were both gun crimes.

We're looking at
two different killers.

One shot the McAteers and Stanwell,

the other stabbed Maitland.

That's the man you saw running away.

And the blood we found
in the backyard?

Same blood on Maitland's collar.

So what you're saying is,

although we've got
Stuart Teller in custody,

he couldn't have killed Maitland,
but he could have still carried out

- the other two murders.
- Correct.

So, if Teller's our gunman,

how does he link to
stiletto knife man?

He was ex-military, wasn't he?

Might he have drafted
in a colleague?

We're exploring that,
but no joy so far.

Wait. Are we looking at this
the wrong way?

Rather than trying to find the link
between the assailants,

maybe we should be focusing
on the link between the victims.

Thanks for agreeing
to meet me here, Michael.

Seemed to make sense.

I... understand you told
one of my colleagues

you wanted to see
your father's body.

I was hoping we could talk
about him.

I don't know what I can tell you that
I haven't already told your colleagues.

I'm on the investigation

that might have some bearing
on your father's murder.

I'm sorry?
I don't understand.

Did your father ever mention someone
called Frankie McAteer?

Liam Stanwell?

They ex-students?

No.
Why d'you say that?

I already told
the other police officers...

I know, and I'm sorry.

But if you could just tell me.

My dad had worked
at Croxley Park all his career.

Never had any problems.

Loved the school,
loved the kids.

Couple of months ago,

he had a run-in
with two ex-students

who were selling weed
outside the school gates.

He confronted them.
One of them pulled a knife...

It has to be him.

He was the last person
to enter that alley

before the girl
who found the body.

- Can you fast forward?
Yep.

Stop.
Turned right.

Now, you've been there -
where would he be going?

- Jack?
- It's not where he's going,

it's what he's left behind.

He was carrying a plastic bag

when he went down the alley.

He's dumped it.

You all right, mate?
You Tommy McAteer?

Yeah, that's me.

Nice one. Yeah, well,
Woody told me to come here.

Something about you needing a car.

Now, Woody tells me you nicked
a car five nights back.

Black Nissan X-Trail.
Is that right?

Shit, mate - look,
if that was your motor...

Now...

I only want to hear
two words from you now, son.

The name of the man
you sold it to.

- But you've searched here, right?
- Obviously not well enough.

The bins that's the first
place you'd look.

We did.

Got something.

Watch yourself.

There you go.

He'd scouted the area.

Knew exactly
where he was going to dump it.

- DO IT NOW
- WE NEED TO MEET

NO

MEET OR I GO TO THE POLICE

New phone?

Yeah.

You going?

Bottle of wine.

- Paul, is there something wrong?
- Of course not.

If there was, you'd tell me, right?

Traced the knife
to the manufacturer

using the serial
code on the blade.

It was shipped from Italy
two weeks ago.

Address?

Well, the buyer stipulated
a collection locker,

so we can try to trace,
but it might be difficult.

- How did he pay?
- They won't say.

We could try to get the
Italian courts to force them to disclose.

I'll be pensioned off
before that happens.

Was Maitland's son able
to give you any insight

as to how the victims
might be linked?

Nothing. Dad talked about some
skirmish with a couple of ex-students,

one of them pulled a knife.

Would a kid really go to the trouble of
ordering a specialist knife like that?

Are you having a moment, Jack, or is there
something you'd like to share with us?

I looked at trace residues
on the knife blade.

It tests positive for toner ink.

- Toner ink?
- Toner ink.

Like the stuff you use
in a laser printer.

Yeah, I know what it is,
but how is it relevant?

How often do you actually have
to change a toner cartridge?

This is either
a massive coincidence,

or we're looking at someone
who does this all the time.

Who do we know who works
in a print shop? Becky.

Yeah,
and her flatmate, Paul.

Hi, Becky.
Is Paul here?

No. He...
just nipped out.

Paul ever talk to you about someone
called...

- Clive Maitland?
- No.

D'you know where Paul was
yesterday afternoon?

No,

I only saw him when he got back
from talking to you.

Yeah, we noticed that he seemed
distracted, anxious.

He's been acting strange
since...I got back from hospital.

First I thought it was
because of what I'd done.

Look, I know you're worried
about him...

and it's possible that he's got
himself mixed up in something,

and we need to get him out.

So Becky,
if there's anything you can think

of that might help
us help him...

He smashed up his computer,

and his phone.

We waited at the shop,
he didn't show.

Becky tried calling, no answer.
Print shop's closed.

She says he's been acting weird
ever since yesterday.

- When Maitland was murdered.
- We know Kirkeby left the shop at three o'clock.

That gave him an hour
to get across town to kill Maitland.

We picked him up
on his return to the flat.

Chances are he'd just come
straight from the crime scene.

Do we think he knew Maitland?

Well, Becky can't think
why he would.

Totally different lines of work,
different part of town.

The chances of them crossing in a
city of eight million! Yeah, right.

So what's the motive?
Even if it was a random killing,

why head across town
to select a victim?

- It doesn't make sense.
- I don't know.

But I've got a smashed-up laptop
and a mobile phone that might shine a light.

You reckon you might be
able to get access?

How badly damaged?

Put it this way. If it was a car
got smashed up like this,

the insurers wouldn't even bother
opening the bonnet.

Can you do something or not?

Hate to say it, but...

Max specialises in data recovery.

Can we do it here?

Go on, then.

Is that a yes?

Fine.
We'll come get it.

- Good afternoon, Emma.
- Afternoon.

There we are.

- Hi.
- Hi there. Thank you.

You're here!

- Welcome!
- Maximilian.

Jackson.

Shall we?

I've seen worse.

I've just restored a laptop
that'd been smashed up,

then burnt by a blowtorch
and then dumped in a river.

99% data recovery.

It's impressive.

People think computers are
delicate as bone china...

..and everything disappears
like it was never there.

If you're serious,
you need to get an angle grinder...

Can you access it, Max? Yes or no.

This better be good, Tom,
cos I'm up to my neck.

The car used by the gunman...
He commissioned the theft online.

And that...
that's your website.

And this?

That's the gunman.
Or if it ain't, he knows who is.

Just check it out.
That's all I'm saying.

So I replaced the broken heads.

The platter was a bit scratched,
but nothing too catastrophic.

Now, what does that say?

100% data recovery.

I have to admit, I'm impressed.

That was Underhill.

One of the men
was using an online identity.

Dreadnought. We should cross-reference that
name with the data on Kirkeby's laptop.

I'm ahead of you.

Thinking they have some kind
of relationship online?

Relationship?

Judging by the amount of
correspondence I'm seeing here,

they were halfway
down the aisle.

In the last month they were talking
on a forum non-stop, all day,

every day...

Hello, Paul.

How d'you know my name?

It wasn't that difficult.

What am I supposed to call you?
Dreadnought?

Why are we here?

I wanted to know who you are.

You know who I am.

We're friends.

Friends don't pressurise
each other to...

to doing what we've done.

You threatened me!

You needed a push
to go through with it. I pushed.

- To kill someone?
- To do what you promised.

And I dunno why you're angry.

I should be the angry one.
The police have linked the murders.

- How?
- Don't know.

But I was careful.

Were you careful, Paul?

The night Becky was assaulted,
Kirkeby was online.

He spent two hours on
this website forum.

He has friends there,

and he alludes to something bad
happening to his flatmate.

He can't talk about it.
One friend won't let it go.

- Dreadnought.
- Exactly.

All this in a month?

You can follow the narrative.

I mean, it starts off as venting.

Paul's blowing off steam.

Fantasist projections,
for Paul at least.

He's hurt,
he's feeling impotent,

he wants revenge for Becky.

He, er, he imagines
torturing Liam and Frankie

but it's scary movie stuff.

I'm not even sure Paul Kirkeby was
aware that he was planning a murder.

- But Dreadnought was.
- At first he's the friendly ear,

but that changes.
He has his own axe to grind.

He says he's been abused,
and he wants to find the man.

- He wants justice.
- Clive Maitland?

He doesn't mention Maitland by name.

So he builds the fantasy,
feeds Kirkeby's anger.

Yeah, and then it's Dreadnought
who suggests the murders.

So, how does Stuart Teller
fit into this?

Well, he doesn't.

Paul and Stuart know each other
in the real world.

This relationship's born online.

Well...how do we find Dreadnought?

I don't know, Thomas.

Nikki, you said something earlier.

Find the link between the victims.

But there is no link
between the victims.

And there's the point.
There's no link between the victims,

because there's no link between
the killers, in the real world.

Paul Kirkeby worships Becky.

He knew what Frankie and Liam
had done, and he was angry.

But we know he didn't kill them.
He's got an alibi!

Of course he had an alibi for those
murders, because he didn't do them.

Dreadnought did.

Paul and Dreadnought.
Strangers on a Server.

Each wants someone dead,
neither wants to get caught.

So what do they do?
They swap.

They swap murders.

You lied to me!

You said he was an abuser!

That he'd raped you,
ruined your life.

- He did ruin my life!
- No.

He was just a...
just a teacher.

He was just an ordinary bloke.

The kids that he taught,
they loved him.

- They didn't know him.
- No. You're lying.

How can I be sure he wasn't
just some random bloke

you made me kill just
because you bloody could?

Please!

Please tell me the truth,
because I can't live with this.

I pushed a knife
into a stranger's body

and I took away...
his life.

Are you following me?

I can't eat.
I can't sleep.

Every time I close my eyes,
I see his face.

He was trying to understand
why...

I know...

you're looking for forgiveness.

You don't need it.

You killed for me,

I killed for you.

I'm not your enemy, Paul.
I'm your friend.

We found each other in the darkness.

We raised each other up.

You think that'll make
everything better?

I never wanted this. Any of it.

Well, you're going to have to learn
to live with it.

Because if you can't,
if you weaken...

..I'll find her again.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?!

So we know Dreadnought's
the prime mover?

Absolutely.
He has the idea,

takes care of the practicalities,
he sources the gun, the car.

Even the stiletto
knife Kirkeby used.

So if Kirkeby's gone to ground,
how do we find Dreadnought?

I don't know. But if Paul's
motivation was personal,

then maybe Dreadnought's was,
too.

Did anyone follow you here?

No, I don't think so.
I did just like you said.

Changed tubes.
Doubled back.

Thank you. Thank you for coming.

You won't thank me
when you know what I've done.

I don't care. Whatever it is.

Your phone, and computer...

When the police came
to look for you...

Really, Becky,

none of that matters any more.

I'm so scared.

Paul...

What's happening?

D'you remember when we first met?

Of course.

When you started
working at the shop... No.

No, it was at the Lamb and Flag
about three weeks before.

You were drunk,
and we talked.

I fell in love
with you that night.

Right there and then.

You were the most magical person
that I'd ever met.

You told me where you worked.

I used to walk past the shop now and
again, trying to bump into you...

and then a job came up,
and I applied.

When I first saw you at the shop,

I was ready to make out
it was all this big coincidence,

but you didn't remember me.

Now, when I say it,
it all sounds kinda creepy, I know.

They raped you, Becky.

- Frankie and Liam.
- Don't say that.

I don't know if that's what
they thought they were doing,

but it really doesn't matter.

I was there,
and I was too scared to do anything.

- Why?!
- I know this changes everything.

I know you won't ever want
to see me again, but...

you needed to know
what they did to you, Becky.

I think it's how you get better.

Go.
Just go.

Please!

Don't-Don't come back to the flat
tonight, go to your dad's.

Please. Just give me
this one night to clear out,

and then you can forget
this whole thing ever happened.

Society has to extract
its petty revenge

however inhumane as it may be.

Don't get bitter, son,
just do your time and move on.

Well, I mean, will you?

It's not any of my business
why you're in here, but...

GOING TO THE POLICE TOMORROW.
TELL THEM EVERYTING

Nikki...

Clive Maitland's DNA.

He's a paternal match.

Paternal match for who?

The man who gunned down
the McAteers.

The gunman
is the Clive Maitland's son.

You came quickly.

- I can't live with this.
- I know.

I've been trying to work out
how the police linked the murders.

I went to the flat.

Where Liam was staying.
It was probably that.

Why would you do that?
We had it all planned.

I can't live with this, any of it!

You don't need to be scared, Paul.

I'm not.

I told you...
now you tell ME.

Who was he?

- My father.
- Your father?

Are you following me?

- Why?
- Because.

What?

Shut up.

Shut up!

Single shot pierced
the frontal bone.

Massive brain trauma.
Death would have been
almost instantaneous.

- Weapon?
- Same gun used to kill McAteer, Stanwell.

Please tell me you can put
Michael Maitland in the flat?

Not yet.

But you have DNA evidence...

the cigarette butt
dropped out of the SUV window.

His brief's already
suggested that Maitland

visited that garage
earlier that same week.

- Scouting it out in advance.
- Or filling up with petrol if you believe him.

So unless we can prove
that the cigarette we found

was indisputably
dropped from that SUV

on the night in question,
then...

Thank you.

For...
For letting me see him.

It's a very human need.

Seeing the things that upset us
makes them real...

..and then we can move on.

He said that...

..I was raped.

Maitland has been released
pending further investigation.

How is that even possible?

The CPS don't think
there's enough evidence

to launch a prosecution yet.

But he's had to surrender
his passport. He can't run.

You thinking
he might wriggle out of this?

No.

We've got some forensic evidence and
we're hoping we can pin him on it,

but the bulk of the case rests

on his online
interactions with Kirkeby.

HTCU are working on it,
and it's a massive job.

Big difference
between what we know

and what we can prove.

Have faith, Mrs. McAteer.
He'll get what's coming to him.

Max.

Excuse me a second.

Thanks a lot
for all your assistance.

Always happy to collaborate.

And... if you ever want to kick
some of your employees my way

for a little training...

- What's wrong, Jack?
- I'll tell you what's wrong.

I'm...a bit worried he's going
to try and tempt you away.

- Well, he does try.
- I knew it!

Well, he tries because Max is Max
and he can't help himself.

He knows I'll never say yes.

Big pay rise, swanky office.

- And leave all this?
- You never know.

No. I like it down here
with the blood and the bones.

Besides...
you'd be lost without me.

Proper catch-up soon?
Absolutely.

Right.
And I'll see you at home.

- Text me when you leave?
- Yeah.

I know I married him for his mind,
but...

I do love the way
that man leaves a room...

What will you do with the business?

Well, I'll try and run it.

There's been a McAteer
at Billingsgate for 150 years,

I can...I can do a couple more.

Let's talk about money later,
though.

Yeah, yeah.

Or you could help me.

You and me.

Together.

Too late for us, Tommy.

I want to be a pathologist, Nikki,
but I have to go home.

It's not your job.
And this is not our fight.

Maybe our being here is
another reason for them to kill.

Tell me, where are they?

Nikki!

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