"Do you have a credit card, sir?" "Yes." "Can I take an imprint for the extras, room service, pay channels?" "Pay channels?" "Movies." "There's movies in my room?" "Oh, cracking!" "What kind of movies?" "Recent releases, classics, adult." "Adult?" "Do a lot of people watch them?" "75-80%." "What, 80% of blokes check in and watch dirty films?" "Wow!" "What makes you think it's just the blokes?" "Tony?" "It is you!" "Rachel!" "Didn't know you'd be here." "I'm speaking." "Do you know how much money this hotel makes from lonely masturbators?" "Tony!" "What are you doing here?" "A weekend of experimental psychology is not your bag, surely." "I was asked to speak as well." "My first instinct was no, so I said yes." "And - And it's nice to see me?" "It's always nice to see you, Rachel." "Room 101." "Do you need any help with your bags, sir?" "101." "No, I can manage." "Who does your packing?" "Thank you." "STRUGGLING SOUNDS" "So, we think she's a prostitute?" "This area, those clothes - pretty good chance, I'd say." "How are you calling it?" "Repeated blunt trauma to the right side of the head looks favourite." "She's also taken some blows to the eyes round the front of the skull." "We won't know till we've opened her up." "How long's she been dead?" "From lividity of skin and the wildlife's been having a nibble at her - less than a week, more than a couple of days." "Long enough for someone to have noticed her absence." "Missing persons?" "I'll check it out." "Over here." "I've found her bag." "Forget missing persons, we'll have to find next of kin" " Anna Walton." "Paula?" "What are you doing up there in the dark?" "CCTV." "Nice glasses!" "Yeah, well, television's bad for your eyes." "Come on, I've got something to show you." "Now, there's good news and bad news." "There's no coverage of the scene, but we did get this." "Number plate?" "That's the bad news." "Five cameras and that's the best we got." "Shit." "Unless you can see any better, of course." "So, you're saying he smashed her on the side of the head and then he hit her in the eye?" "Why would he do that?" "You're asking the wrong doctor." "69% of the rats in the controlled group were unaffected by sleep disturbance." "Whereas in this group..." "No, it's good." "In the test group, we found..." "PHONE RINGS" "..a definitive correlation between higher levels of aggression in the dark habituated rats in the light areas, than those reduced or normal in the others." "PHONE CONTINUES TO RING This led us... to do further examinations in both melatonin production..." "Doctor's out." "Give me the short version." "Well, there's no evidence of rape or penetrative sex, which is odd, given her line of work." "Maybe she'd just started her shift." "Maybe." "Dr Hill!" "Sorry, it's not you - you're great." "Well, I mean, you're good." "Sorry - Dr Hill!" "OK." "(CURSES UNDER HER BREATH)" "The weapon's of an irregular shape - rock, half a house brick, something like that." "Sorry." "Tony, where are you?" "Oh, I'm er... broadening my horizons with some rat fanciers." "Sorry?" "I'm at a conference." "Two days of lectures by experimental psychologists." "It's not as exciting as it sounds." "What are you up to?" "I've got a dead prostitute, found in an abandoned lot." "Kerwin says the cause of death is a blunt trauma to the head." "How can I help?" "Well, from the pattern of blows - hard blows - to the right side of the head, and the angle of impact, it looks like a left-handed killer." "There's also what looks like specific blows to the right eye." "Was the body hidden or displayed?" "Neither - just dumped." "There was no sign of ritual and nothing was removed." "So, it could just be an angry client." "Any penetration, strange objects?" "Oral, vaginal, anal?" "Can I have a Penguin?" "Apparently there's no semen, there's no tearing, no sign of penetration." "Well, no, if he'd ejaculated, he wouldn't have been left with all that pent up energy to bash her skull in." "So, the motive's not sexual?" "Might be." "Or it could be blind rage." "Or an attempt to make the world fit in with how he wants it to be." "Sorry, I'm not following you." "Could be a mad moment from an angry punter or it could be he's erasing her for what she saw, what she knew, what she represents." "It's like Stalin." "Stalin as in Russian tyrant, moustache, mass murderer?" "That's what Tony said." "Stalin didn't just kill people, he erased them - from photographs, newspapers, all record, like they never existed." "That's control." "So, what have we got?" "We've got Anna Walton's mum and sister." "They ID'd the body." "They're in room two." "Hate this bit." "How's she taking it?" "Well, given she'd been in the pub all day when we found her, it's hard to say." "It's my fault." "My fault." "It's my fault." "Why is it your fault, Mrs Walton?" "Who the fuck are you?" "I'm the detective trying to find your daughter's killer." "Everything's her fault, or nothing's her fault." "It's like a bloody seesaw, depending on how much she's drunk." "Anna got out, right." "She went to live with Martin." "Martin?" "Martin Skeggs - angry little bastard." "Angry?" "He booted her out, literally." "Attacked her?" "He kicked her." "She showed me the bruise." "Prick!" "Oh, shit." "Do you know where we might find him?" ""That," says the patient, "Is a topless woman having sex with a poodle on a bicycle."" "So, the psychologist shows the patient another ink blot." "That's a penis, another penis, vagina.Four nuns French kissing." "The psychologist stops the test and he tells his patient he has a serious sexual obsession." ""Me?" says the patient." ""I'm not the one showing all the dirty pictures."" "Lights, please." "These ink blots are the second most commonly used test in forensic psychology." "We laugh because although we recognise the interpretations as bizarre... ..if we squint a little, our brains can see these pictures as well." "So if we can see what the patient saw, then that begs the question - what makes one person merely imaginative while another is schizophrenic or even criminally insane?" "Hello." "Excuse me, could you tell us about... (INDISTINCT)" "Down the corridor on the right-hand side in conference room two." "Thank you." "Erm...can I help you with anything, sir?" "Ah, Dr Hill." "Well, that was erm..." "Well, the old ones are the best." "Now, are you joining us for the formal dinner?" "It's formal?" "Mm-hm." "Oh, I haven't got er..." "He's got a prior engagement." "I have?" "Yeah, I have." "Oh, well, I er..." "I hope you have a lovely time." "Excuse me, mate, we're looking for Martin Skeggs." "That's him, there." "Martin Skeggs?" "Yeah." "I'm Detective Constable McIntyre, this is Detective Sergeant Geoffries." "This doesn't sound good." "It's about Anna Walton." "Whatever she said I did, I didn't." "She's a drug addict and I want nothing more to do with her." "We'd like to talk to you." "If you'd like to step this way, we've got a car round the corner." "There you go, lads, over to you." "So, you admit assaulting Anna Walton?" "Assaulting?" "No." "She kicked me." "Look." "She went bloody Jet Li on me, high heels an' all!" "I did kick back, just once." "And the argument was over this stag night you were going on?" "Seems excessive." "You live with a drug addict?" "No." "Well, it's all excessive, isn't it?" "She was off her face." "And when she wasn't, she was on her knees or back getting money to get back off her face again, wasn't she?" "I wouldn't know." "I wouldn't bloody kill her!" "I bloody loved her... ..since fifth form." "It was that boozer of a mother who fucked her up." "Then, between her drugs and Jenka she had no bloody chance, did she?" "Foreign bastard!" "Foreign, as in from where?" "Dunno." "Somewhere abroad where they make pimps." "So, he was her pimp?" "Yeah... ..my girlfriend's pimp." "What does that make me, eh?" "What kind of car does Mr Jenka drive?" "BMW." "A black one - like his fucking heart." "You hit him?" "Ben!" "Ben, it says here that you hit him." "Ben, I'm talking to you!" "He's an arsehole." "We don't use language like that." "Sorry, but he is." "And we don't hit people." "You know better than that." "It says here that you bloodied his nose." "Yeah." "Can I watch TV?" "No, you cannot!" "Fine." "I'll be in my room, then." "Ben!" "I want to know why you hit him." "Because he IS an arsehole!" "Right, well, you can just go to your room." "And you can stay there till I tell you otherwise." "Have a good think about your behaviour!" "OK." "And it won't kill you to go to bed without your supper, either!" "DOOR SLAMS" "Like Freud - genius in the consulting room, menace anywhere else." "I mean, even scientists are idiots, right?" "Jung - he was a pest." "Adler." "This friend of his, Ernst von Fleischl, was a surgeon." "Scalpeled his thumb by accident - excruciating pain." "Self-medicated with laudanum, became addicted." "One day, Sigmund takes Fleischl to one side and says," ""Ditch the liquid opium, it's not good for you, you'll get hooked." "Try this new painkiller - not remotely addictive."" "Know what it was?" "It was cocaine." "That's right - it was cocaine." "Freud was Europe's first documented coke dealer." "Thanks, Tony (!" ")" "Oh, God!" "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to..." "It's OK, really." "Ben, supper's ready." "DOOR OPENS I'm not hungry!" "DOOR SLAMS" "PHONE RINGS" "'This is Tony Hill." "Please leave a message.'" "Tony, it's Alex." "Erm... ..Ben hit somebody at school today and I didn't handle it very well." "I remember that you said it can't be easy doing this on my own, and if I ever needed someone to talk to, you'd listen." "So erm...if you've got a moment, I'll..." "I'll try ringing you later, maybe." "OK." "(SIGHS)" "Oh!" "Oops, sorry!" "You should be more careful," "Dr Hill." "Sorry, do I...?" "Ah, yeah." "Tony, are we lost?" "No, no." "I recognise the red carpet." "The whole place has got red carpet, Tony." "This place is amazing!" "Do you think it's haunted?" "Oh, Tony!" "You're a scientist, we're both scientists." "Rah!" "(GASPS)" "(LAUGHS)" "Would you like a nightcap?" "Oh, no, I don't wear them!" "They're too Dickensian." "Well..." "That was fun." "You could come in for a..." "Yeah." "I could." "I mean, I'd like to, but..." "How drunk are you?" "(SLURS) I don't know." "How long's a piece of string?" "I know a way we could find out." "PHONE RINGS" "SMASHING GLASS Ooh!" "Ooh!" "Ow!" "Oh, God, I have to get a towel." "PHONE CONTINUES TO RING" "Tony...?" "Alex?" "Did you get my message?" "Alex, er...no." "'I'm not really er..." "Alex, I'm not at my sharpest at the moment - hang on.'" "I've gashed my hand." "What?" "Gashed?" "!" "You big baby." "You're not alone?" "'Er...no.'" "Listen, I'll-I'll talk to you tomorrow." "Look, Alex, what is it?" "Your case?" "Oh, no, no." "It's fine." "It'll wait till tomorrow." "I'm sorry." "Alex...?" "That was Alex." "From work." "The moment's sort of gone, hasn't it?" "Really?" "Yeah." "Live to fight another day, eh?" "(SIGHS)" "..that's the wonderful thing about the place." "Look at the pictures!" "(INDISTINCT)" "LAUGHTER" "Now, listen, tomorrow the last one down for breakfast gets them all in in the evening." "KNOCK AT DOOR" "Tony...?" "No!" "NO!" "DO NOT disturb!" "KNOCKING CONTINUES Eh?" "Oh." "I don't need housekeeping." "I'm not the maid, Dr Hill." "Detective Inspector Brenman." "This is Detective Sergeant Peters." "Sorry to disturb you." "Did Alex send you?" "No, no-one sent us, Dr Hill." "We're investigating a suspicious death." "I understand you may have been the last person to see the victim." "Wh...what?" "Sorry, I know it's a shock." "Are you OK, Dr Hill?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Er...no, I cut my hand." "Don't sit, Dr Hill." "We'd like you to come with us." "Rachel?" "What happened to her?" "This way, Dr Hill." "The hotel have given us a room." "Can you tell us when you last saw Dr Rachel White?" "(SIGHS)" "I walked her to her room." "Time?" "Late." "Er...ten minutes after the hotel bar closed." "We can check when that was, don't worry." "Well, of course I'm worrying." "We're friends." "We had drinks." "Now you say she's dead." "Were you in her room last night?" "No." "We said good night at the door." "Look, what's happened to her?" ""Power, not truth" - what does that mean?" "(SIGHS) Why are you asking?" "Why are you answering a question with another question?" "Because I'm confused." "And I'm shocked." "And I'm hung-over." "Do you know why your room is covered in blood, Dr Hill?" "Ow!" "I dropped a glass." "And where is the glass?" "It's in Rachel's room." "The one you didn't go into?" "Oh, look, the glass smashed!" "She went to get me a towel for the cut." "Course." "Can anyone else verify that?" "Yes, DI..." "Fielding." "Alex Fielding, Bradfield CID." "She was on the phone at the time when it happened." "We'll call her." "You stay here, please." "Why do you want to know what "power, not truth" means?" "I can't tell you, I'm sorry." "I can help, ask DI Fielding." "Why is it important?" "There's a note, right?" "Or an inscription signing the scene?" "What makes you think that?" "I'm a clinical psychologist." "You don't have to be a detective to work it out." "But you do have to be a detective to know details of my crime scene." "I can't give you any more information." "I'm sorry." "It's Nietzsche." "What?" ""Power, not truth", Friedrich Nietzsche, philosopher, he wrote it." "Like, "All things are subject to interpretation, but which interpretation prevails at any given time is a function of power, not truth."" "And what does that mean?" "All things, including the truth, are relative, what matters in the end is who's the daddy?" "Well, that's right, I heard them on the phone." "Well, they seemed amicable." "Hm, he doesn't strike me as particularly reliable." "He's a police adviser." "He's one of us." "How can you be so sure?" "Look, I know." "I know him." "Right, we'll talk again." "Thanks for your time, DI Fielding." "No problem, DI Brenman." "Boss, is everything all right?" "Yeah, fine." "Rah!" "DI Fielding confirms your version of events." "Great." "Now can I see the crime scene?" "I always find it useful." "If you've talked to Alex, you know I can help." "Would you sit down, please, Dr Hill?" "I'm a resource." "You should use me." "These are strong images." "You'll want to sit for them." "She was hogtied, hands behind her, cinched to her ankles." "Plastic cable ties." "Then he took the showerhead off the metal shower hose, forced the hose down her throat, turned the water on." "(SCREAMS)" "So...when you saw her, did she already have "KNW" on her wrist?" "No." "Does it mean anything to you?" "No, maybe the killer likes to sign his victim as it happens." "Please can I see the crime scene itself?" "No." "I can help." "Thank you, no." "You don't want my professional opinion, you want my reaction." "Have you seen what you want?" "I know these are distressing images, Dr Hill." "No, they're instructive." "Look at this, the way in which he staged the killing." "There's...there's nothing spur of the moment, it's got ritual elements, quasi-sacrificial." "The kind of fantasisation of death you get from someone living out a highly-developed fantasy." "That is neat writing." "Which, given the circumstances, tells us he's in control." "And from this letter formation, I'd say he's left-handed." "You didn't know he was a leftie, did you?" "You're not the only one looking at people's reactions." "Is that so?" "Yes." "You stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back." "That's Nietzsche as well." "Thank you, I'll bear that in mind." "I can help you with this." "I'm sure you can, Dr Hill." "Thank you." "If you think of anything suspicious..." "Come on, that's not what I meant." "MOBILE RINGS Detective Sergeant Geoffries." "OK, we'll be right there." "Blunt trauma, right-hand side of the head, it was in between the eyes." "He's done it again." "Same patterns of blows, and from a cursory examination, no sign of sexual contact." "So it doesn't look like rape either." "Called last number dialled, turned up trumps." "We can be more accurate on the time of death in this one." "Lily Cooper." "Dropped her kid off at a mate's house around 11:45, went to work." "She's a mum?" "Yeah." "She does lunchtimes and afternoons." "Gets a lot of businessmen, apparently." "How old's the kid?" "I didn't ask." "You didn't ask?" "Sorry." "If you had kids, you would have asked." "Will that help the investigation?" "Probably not." "We should have asked." "Who are you calling?" "MOBILE RINGS" "Yes?" "Tony Hill." "Tony, you all right?" "Alex." "They're sending me home." "Like I'm useless." "Like I can't help them." "Really?" "That's great." "She was really nice, Rachel." "She was funny." "And they won't let me help them find out who killed her." "I'm sorry." "That's really tough." "Criminal." "You can help me." "I've got another dead prostitute, same MO as the other one." "Tony?" "I'm really not myself at the moment." "Listen, I'll call you back as soon as I can." "Paula's found the pimp." "Mr Jenka?" "I need to talk to you about Anna Walton." "Mr Jenka is it?" "Mr "Yen-ka"." "Can I have a word?" "One word?" "Two words?" "Don't touch me, please." "Get the kid covered." "I need you to come with me." "SPEAKS ALBANIAN" "What are you talking about?" "Interpreter?" "Albanian speak." "English no speak." "Oh, very good." "Where are we going to get an Albanian interpreter?" "Trying it on, Mr Jenka, it's not a good idea." "Co-operating's a better idea." "I not understand." "Brilliant (!" ")" "Oh, brilliant (!" ")" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Oh, it's a machine." "It's Tony Hill for DI Brenman." "Listen, mirrors." "In the bathroom." "Mirrors are important, they add to his sense of drama." "When he's writing on the mirror, he's looking at himself from outside the moment, proving to himself he can do it." "That is very interesting." "It's stuff we need to consider if we're going to find out who did this." "Thank you." "Goodbye." "We're using facial expression to detect levels of sexual arousal with our FACS software." "As you can see, there's no shortage of volunteers this time." "And we even play music to get them in the mood." "They fill in a questionnaire indicating how turned on they feel by the imagery and we selected all kinds from mild to extreme." "The subjects are led to believe it's their self-report we're testing along with heart and pulse rates." "They're not aware of the cameras in the computers or the sensors in their headphones." "In fact, they have no idea how much they're really revealing to us." "Oh, gosh." "I'm really late." "Alex, I thought you'd like to know," "I retrieved sperm from the first victim, Anna Walton." "I thought you said there was no sign of penetration." "It was in the epigastric tract." "She'd swallowed." "Yeah, thank you." "I get that." "Doesn't the stomach acid destroy semen?" "Yeah, it kills sperm." "I've got enough to get a match to one of the samples you sent me." "You know me, I pulled out all the stops for you for a fast result." "So, why don't you have a wee guess and find out who it was?" "No, I want to buy you a drink." "(He's got a match.)" "Mr Jenka." "And we'll check the second victim, too." "Thanks, Dr K." "It's the pimp." "We still haven't found an Albanian interpreter." "Get me a rape kit." "A rape kit?" "We don't have to wait for an interpreter before we do another swab test, do we?" "Well, he won't like it." "(LAUGHS) No." "But if I had a penis," "I wouldn't like somebody sticking a big cotton bud up inside it either!" "The cheek swab we did earlier didn't work and we need the DNA." "He's certainly not going to sit still for that." "No." "So Kevin's gone to get a couple of big officers from custody, they're going to bring restraints." "No bloody way." "No." "I speak good English." "Kevin." "Boss?" "Can you go and get Mr Jenka a big frothy coffee?" "Two sugars, please." "Thank you." "Anna Walton leaving your car on the night of her murder close to the scene." "It's you in the car, isn't it, Mr Jenka?" "OK, it's me." "So?" "So it's your sperm inside Anna Walton's oesophagus." "It's your sperm inside a girl that's been murdered." "So, let's try again, shall we?" "Look, this woman, Anna, she gave me a blow job." "It's not against the law." "It's a national bloody hobby - beer, chicken tikka masala, blow job." "It's what makes England great." "I put some money back in her bag as a thank you, but when I open her bag, I find drugs." "Small bottle, red cap with powder in." "I don't like my girls on drugs." "It's no good for them, no good for me, no good for business." "Of course." "How do you sleep?" "I sleep very good, thank you." "Look, it don't make sense I rape and kill girls." "I can have sex any time I want." "Why would I rape and kill?" "No way." "I am a family man." "Hi, it's Tony Hill." "I..." "No, it's a machine." "Dr Hill for DI Brenman." "Look, I've been thinking about the Polaroids you showed me." "Did he turn up prepared to write on the mirror with the lipstick or did he steal Rachel's?" "I need to know." "Was the writing a last-minute embellishment, something he couldn't resist?" "Was it random?" "Does he know her?" "And who's he writing to?" "Himself?" "Which would explain the use of the mirror." "Or is it to you?" "The police, the outer world, the non-transgressive mundane mass of the rest of us." "Or was it to Rachel herself?" "Oh, it's gone off." "DOORBELL" "Coming." "(SCREAMS)" "Get off!" "'You stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.'" "'Alex, I'm really not myself at the moment.'" "'Are you not alone?" "'" "'Er...no.'" "'What's going on?" "'" "'Look, Alex...'" "'Alex...'" "'Are you OK?" "' 'No.'" "'I'm better now you're here.'" "I'm here, but I need coffee." "And a shower and a shave." "Probably some sleep." "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you " "Oh, no." "You have got coffee in there, haven't you?" "Thanks, I appreciate it." "It'll take my mind of this." "You're probably too close." "Hot coffee, a lot of sugar." "Maybe a bun." "A bun?" "You'll be lucky." "In the canteen." "I miss those." "Tony, I'm sorry about your friend." "Oh, thank you, Paula." "Thank you." "Sorry - BOTH:" "No buns." "It's fine." "Right, is he local?" "Well, could be." "Two prostitutes." "Same neighbourhood." "Just spoke to Lily Cooper's mother." "Lily Cooper knew Anna Walton." "Maybe someone in their network of acquaintances, a client, is developing a taste for this." "The violence doesn't seem planned." "It's sudden, impulsive, simple rage." "And there's no trophies taken to speak of?" "No." "No obvious theft?" "No obvious motive." "Except the act itself." "Tony, there's someone I want you to have a quick look at." "Sure." "'I can have sex anytime I want." "Why?" "Why rape and kill?" "'" "'Tell us.'" "'No way." "I am a family man.'" "Mm-hm." "Like most of his customers." "So, what do you think?" "I think...he's not lying." "He doesn't know the other girl wasn't raped." "He's acting as if she was." "Anything else?" "I might be wrong, and he is a bad man, but I think he's telling the truth." "Yeah, I think so, too." "Boss...?" "Put Jenka out." "It's not him." "Sure." "We just had a call." "It's not a prostitute this time." "That's Raj Bhose." "I know him." "Well, I know his wife." "You know his wife?" "Professionally." "She's an experimental psychologist like..." "Has he done something?" "It's not him to worry, it's the wife." "She's the victim." "Husband came off his shift at the hospital and found her dead." "How bad is it?" "Not good." "The kids are at the grandparents." "It's a drowning." "Unusual MO." "They haven't moved her yet." "Waiting for the pathologist." "Kerwin's on his way." "RUNNING WATER" "Tony, are you all right?" "Well, it's not robbery." "You need to contact DI Brenman." "It's the same guy." "Tell him it's the same who killed Rachel." "ECHOES OF WOMEN STRUGGLING" "CHOKING SOUNDS" "Result." "What, payrise?" "Fingerprint match." "From the mirror." "In the room?" "In the room, and it matches the DNA we got in the bathroom." "Yeah, course it's the same car." "Now it's my case." "Excuse me?" "First victim's mine - And the second's on my patch." "Unless Bradfield's moved across country without anyone telling me!" "OK, we need to talk." "We can talk here." "Alone." "Tony Hill is a valid member of my team!" "Another reason why you shouldn't touch either case with a bargepole!" "Another reason..." "Added to the fact that you alibi'd my prime suspect you're thick as thieves with!" "Your prime suspect?" "!" "He knows both victims, and lied to me on at least two occasions!" "I haven't lied." "He calls me, leaves messages!" "He can't leave it alone." "Do you know how often the killer hangs around, watching?" "It's why we video the rubberneckers." "Tony Hill is not a killer." "Last time I'll ask, Detective." "Are you going to stand aside and let me run this?" "Unless someone on or above the rank of ACC tells me to, then, no." "Fine." "Then, Dr Tony Hill," "I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Dr Rachel " "Oh, this is ridiculous!" "Alex?" "Paula, get me the ACC on the phone now!" "Peters, cuff him." "What's going on?" "What's going on?" "Don't stand around." "Get back to work!" "Where you going?" "I'm going where they're going." "See how he likes me in his nick." "Boss..." "I know Tony's a mate..." "But, um..." "We are working two different killers here." "It's not time for an awayday." "An awayday?" "!" "I'm just saying..." "Do you two know why these killers do what they're doing?" "No." "Not as such." "So maybe we need Dr Hill." "Just work the cases." "Call me if there's any change." "Oh..." "You have to go through there and put these on." "You know I didn't kill her." "No, Dr Hill, I don't." "I mean, making me strip, put on a symbolically 'guilty' set of clothes." "Crude attempts to make me feel unsettled and vulnerable." "See, you're cleverer than me, Dr Hill." "We just want your clothes for fibre comparison." "What?" "It was two nights ago." "I wasn't wearing " "Yeah, OK, I was." "Yes, same top, same trousers." "But I have changed my underwear." "Well, I'm sure that's nice to know." "Isn't it, Peters?" "Yes, boss." "Almost comforting." "You OK?" "No." "I'm better now you're here." "Where else am I going to be?" "Detective Inspector Fielding is sitting in on this interview." "ACC ruling on interforce co-operation." "Detective Inspector Fielding has told me at great length what a help you've been to her unit." "Unravelling the motives of killers and all that good stuff." "I do what I can." "There are two kinds of murder cop, Dr Hill." "I'm the other kind." "Motive is lovely." "But you know what?" "It's not important." "Statistically, what solves nine out of 10 crimes is physical evidence and good witnesses." "So..." "What does KNW mean?" "I told you, I don't know." "Why don't you tell me again, truthfully this time?" "This is childish." "You're trying to make me angry." "You do look edgy, Dr Hill." "Well, that's the orange." "People do look edgy in orange." "It's why everyone hates hare krishnas." "It's not because of the lie?" "What lie?" "The lie you told." "Why would I lie?" "You tell me." "Tell me the lie, I'll tell you what I can." "You said - you weren't in the room." "I wasn't." "Mirror... in the room." "Frame." "Your fingerprint... on it." "Lie No.1." "Have you got a floor plan?" "A floor plan?" "Forensics will have made one." "Seeing you're a stickler for physical evidence and all." "So?" "So yes, I may have touched the mirror, but I was never in the room." "So do you have a floor plan?" "The agreement was that you would stay silent," "DI Fielding." "Then there's your blood." "My blood?" "On a towel." "IN the room." "Your DNA." "I told you, I..." "I cut my hand, Rachel gave me a towel to stop the bleeding." "I gave her it back." "You gave it back?" "Yes." "Why?" "I mean, the bleeding hadn't stopped, had it?" "Your sheets looked like party time at a halal butcher's." "He's exaggerating." "Not much." "Why would you take the towel and give it back?" "It doesn't make sense." "No, it doesn't." "But I wasn't making much sense at the time." "And you're not making much sense now, Dr Hill." "I gave her it back because I wasn't thinking straight." "I wasn't thinking straight because we were both a bit drunk." "We were both a bit drunk because we'd had a nice evening." "Is that all you have to say?" "No, I also have to say that we should stop this malarkey and try to find the bloke who really killed her." "I think I have." "Alex" " She's just watching." "Alex, will you tell him that while he's wasting time on me, the real killer is already busy planning his next victim?" "Will you tell him this is a highly systematic and controlling individual, and a doer with this psychopathology will be rather annoyed that the police have arrested the wrong man!" "If you'd tried to antagonise the killer on purpose, you couldn't have done a better job!" "Oh, God." "Interview...terminates." "(GURGLING)" "No!" "No!" "No!" "(GURGLING)" "Janette Crosby." "There's no mistaking it." "Massive blunt trauma, right-hand side of the head." "And eyes." "You want to cell her or shall I?" "Have you got a pen?" "I don't have a pen." "Can you get me one?" "Tony, I don't have time for a stationery run." "Lipstick!" "You wear make-up." "Lend me your lipstick." "Alex, I'll replace it when I get out." "I need to write my thoughts down to get them in order." "I won't give you my lipstick, Tony." "I have two killers out there and I'm working with my hands tied because you have so comprehensively pissed off the investigating officer he's banged you up in here!" "Sorry." "No, I'm sorry." "It's this case..." "No, that's not right." "It's something else." "No, no, it's nothing else." "It's Ben." "He hit a kid at school." "And I didn't handle it very well." "Well, he's a kid, Alex." "That's what kids do." "I know he's a kid." "That's not what I mean." "It was his attitude, Tony." "He wouldn't explain and..." "And he really wasn't sorry." "I think I over-reacted." "Maybe he's protecting you." "Protecting me?" "Hmm-mm." "Ben loves you." "You're where he learned about protecting the ones you love." "And if he's silent, maybe he's decided to protect you from his reasons." "But what would he need to protect me from?" "Ask him." "Ask him?" "Hmm-mm." "Simple as that?" "Yep." "With a kid like Ben who's stable, loved, decent - yeah, I expect it is." "Thanks." "Yeah..." "Lip and eyeliners. 20 quid each." "That's for the family therapy." "I only need one." "The others are for helping me on my prostitute case." "You might have a lot of time on your hands." "(CHOKING)" "Why kill psychologists?" "Why do you do this?" "Did you know Rachel?" "So you're someone who's got a thing about psychologists." "Why?" "What do psychologists do?" "They look inside your mind." "They tell you what you're doing, why you're doing it." "How to stop doing it." "So what are your problems?" "Why do you need to see a psychologist?" "Left-handed." "Is it handedness?" "What do we know about handedness?" "7 to 10 percent of the population are lefties." "More men than women..." "And you're not a woman, are you?" "Narrows it down." "Left-handedness also more prevalent in...epileptics, Down's syndrome, dyslexia..." "Well, you can spell and your writing's fine." "So what was it they took you to a shrink to cure, hmmm?" "What is your...dysfunction?" "Is that why you hate them?" "Sexual dysfunction?" "Hmm?" "Ohhh, bugger!" "See, your crimes are violent..." "But they're controlled." "See, you're not like this bloke." "Bludgeoning women at random." "Oh, wrong colour..." "And the wrong wall." "So there's left-handed, left-handed." "No." "Sexual dysfunction, sexual dysfunction..." "Prostitute... psychologist." "Prostitute...and psychologist." "No!" "But yes." "They're linked." "Are you the same bloke?" "You are." "(BANGS ON DOOR) Hello!" "Hello..." "I need to speak to someone!" "Drink it down, doc." "(GROANS)" "GRUNTS AND GROANS" "Get off!" "Get off!" "(GASPS)" "Come on, Ben, let's go!" "The boy that you hit, why is he an arsehole?" "Come on, Ben, you can tell me." "You used to tell me everything." "You know there's nothing you can say that can make me love you less." "I know." "But you can worry me by not telling me things." "You know what a horrible, horrible imagination I've got." "I know." "So you going to put me out of my misery?" "He called you a gippo." "A 'gippo'?" "He was saying that his dad hates gippos." "His dad's got swastikas tattooed on his neck." "He says that I must be a gippo, because my dad's always travelling, and you look like one." "I'm sorry." "Is that what you tell him, that your dad's always travelling?" "Well, you know if I was a gypsy, I'd be proud to be one." "You know what I'm most proud of?" "Mum!" "Don't run away." "You've got a good heart, Ben Fielding." "I've got a good punch too." "MOBILE RINGS" "Yeah, well, you can keep that to yourself from now on, OK?" "Fielding." "I'll be right there." "Name's Patrick Alan, Lanchester University." "He's also an experimental psychologist." "His sister spoke to him earlier." "Apparently he was still alive when you were questioning Dr Hill." "I guess that makes two of us." "Two of us what?" "Two of us that can alibi your prime suspect." "Do you expect me to apologise?" "I'm not holding my breath." "Boss." "There's something on him." "Ohhh, what the fuck?" "!" "I did ask for a pen and paper." "What's this?" "That?" "That's..." "Tawney Rose." "Alex has another case, she asked for my help." "I looked at the Rachel and Dr Bhose killings." "He's killed again, hasn't he?" "Patrick Alan." "Another psychologist." "Tony..." "What are all these links?" "Oh, I think it's all one killer." "What?" "The shrinks and the prostitutes?" "I think it might be one person, not two different ones." "I was looking at them the same way you were." "As two different cases." "They aren't." "Look at the sequence of victims." "Anna Walton and Rachel." "Lilly Cooper, Dr Bhose, Janette Crosby..." "Patrick Alan." "The sexual dysfunction, the left-handedness - it's too connected for coincidence." "No, hang on." "The MOs are totally different." "You mean, why could one person kill in two such different ways?" "Exactly." "I've no idea, but there IS a pattern." "Every time you've found a dead psychologist victim, you've found a dead prostitute, right?" "So the two killings work in tandem." "There's a link." "Linked how?" "Well, the most likely scenario is that the killer attacks and kills a prostitute before torturing and killing a psychologist." "It's crime and punishment." "Do you see?" "The crime - sexual, most likely." "And the punishment - the killer's been sent to prison in the past for said crime, and the connection?" "Whilst travelling through our enlightened and underfunded prison system, he's been to see psychologists." "Are you with me?" "So far." "So back on the street, having done his time, he goes back to sex crime." "But now is also killing psychologists because those psychologists dared to claim that they understood him." "So... we're looking for a known sex attacker?" "Yes." "MOBILE RINGS" "We've got another dead prostitute." "Sharon Norton." "Died between 3:32am and 4 o'clock-ish." "So she died after Patrick Alan?" "No." "That can't be right." "She made a call at 3:32 to a friend called Kayleigh Green." "Was found just after 4." "No." "Can't be right." "I need to get back to Bradfield." "If that's all right with you?" "He's got no say in the matter." "Ohh." "That's definitely not right." "And that... and that..." "Dr Kerwin confirms it." "Patrick Alan was killed before Sharon Norton." "Yeah." "I was wrong." "Sorry, Tony." "It seemed a good theory." "Oh, no, no, no, I mean I was wrong... but right." "I was right for the wrong reasons." "Even wrong for the right reasons, but..." "I don't understand." "Is there a link or isn't there?" "Is this not the same killer?" "Oh yeah, there's a link." "And yes, it's the same killer." "Just got them back to front." "Look." "Rachel, Lilly Cooper," "Dr Bhose, Janette Crosby, and now Patrick Alan, and then later that night, Sharon." "See, it's not crime and punishment, it's punishment and crime." "It's the other way round." "The psychologists...are the primary killings." "These are the ones that matter." "He must kill the prostitutes afterwards." "Why is he killing the prostitutes?" "Because he can't have sex with them." "Which is why there's no evidence of rape." "The psychologists are spread all over the North East, but the prostitutes are all in Bradfield." "So the killer comes back after killing the psychologist, and immediately meets a prostitute." "As far as we know, there's no psychologist before Anna Walton." "Oh, there'll be someone." "Someone started this." "Someone was the trigger." "Maybe we just haven't found the body yet." "The database shows no other hosepipe drownings across the whole country." "Still...it's like a jigsaw." "It doesn't take away from the rest of the pattern just because you're missing a corner." "Where are you going?" "To find a corner." "No... (GASPING)" "POLICE RADIO CALLS" "Oh..." "I didn't find a corner." "I found a hole." "Our victims are EXPERIMENTAL psychologists." "They live in labs." "It's only clinical psychologists, people like me, that see patients." "So unless our killer is a rat or a guinea pig, he wasn't in the system like I first thought." "The jigsaw's not looking too good, Alex." "Tony, you need to take your mind off it." "OK." "Ben." "Ben?" "I'm taking my mind off it." "How is it with Ben?" "Oh, he's great, thanks." "I asked him the question, and you were right." "He was protecting me." "The kid at school that he hit, he called me a gippo." "Are you a gippo?" "No." "No, that must have come from the kid's dad." "You know, he's a bit of a thug." "I've seen him around." "A nice Northern Nazi." "Errgh, Nazis." "Nazis." "Nazis, Alex." "It's Nazis!" "What do you think you're doing?" "Don't ever, ever, ever, EVER do that again!" "Sorry, Grandad." "Come with me, boy." "DOGS BARKING" "Sorry, Grandad." "BARKING" "BARKING" "(GASPING AND CRYING)" "Tony..." "Stupid." "I'm stupid." "It's the piece in the middle, and the other bits as well." "It's not just Nietzsche... it's Nazis." ""What is important is the will to power not truth."" "I need the internet." "Of course." "Who tattoos numbers on wrists?" "Nazis, in the camps." "Every Jew, gypsy, every gay that was put in the camps was tattooed on the wrist." "But a Nazi would be dead by now, or in his eighties." "It's too old." "Maybe Neo-Nazi." "Young, fit and angry." "It has a ring to it." ""Power not truth."" "I should have recognised it." "Like "Strength through joy" or "Work makes free."" "I should have thought of it earlier." "Oh, no." "'Oh no' what?" "Kraft nicht Wahrheit." "What does that mean?" "Power not truth." "The initials on the wrist, KNW." "It's a concentration camp." "No, it's an institute, the Farbissener Hospital." "It's where psychologists took children from orphanages and experimented on them." "They starved them, deprived them of sleep... drowned and revived them again." "Any child who survived that would have every reason to hate psychologists." "Or become psychopathic." "Still, he'd be, what..." "in his early 70s?" "There's a lot of muscle behind these killings." "It's too much for an old man, surely." "Maybe he's a strong old man." "There must be an organisation that keeps track of Holocaust survivors." "Kevin, see if there's a register, and if there is, find out if any liv locally." "You don't have the power." "You don't have the power." "Thanks very much." "Boss!" "There is a camp survivor in the North East." "And he was in the Farbissener Institute." "Highfell Farm." "He's a farmer." "Mattias Stone." "And farmers are strong." "Even old ones." "It's him." "We've got him." "Check in all the outbuildings." "Right." "Is he here?" "No, he's not." "Where is he?" "He's dead." "He's dead?" "!" "Aye." "He died a few weeks back." "At the General." "He'd been in for an hip op." "They said it were MRSA." "So it's not him." "It has to be him." "Tony, he was dead when the killings began." "What killings?" "This guy works for him." "He's been feeding the animals." "Well, someone has to." "That boy floats in and out of here." "Boy?" "What boy?" "Matthew, his grandson." "His parents died in a crash when he was little." "Old Matt raised him." "That old Matt didn't like people going in there." ""The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy."" "This is not good." "This is not a happy house." "Kevin, a hand?" "Yeah, no problem." "Yes...give us a minute." "He sleeps in here." "BARKING" "You should take a look at this." "It was in the bureau." "I think it's the grandfather's." "It's timings." "Hmm?" "CHILD:" "No!" "What, every week?" "Nearly drowned every week by his own grandfather." "This is where it happened." "Every week he held his breath a little bit longer." "Grandfather's tortured by Nazi experimental psychologists." "Abused becomes abuser." "No!" "Don't do it." "That's passed on in every detail." "Then he dies, everything changes." "Of course." "That's it." "That's the missing death." "It's the grandfather." "(GURGLING) That's the trigger." "Hmm?" "Matthew." "I think I know him from somewhere." "We've got him." "Now how are we going to find him?" "He wants to be noticed." "That's why he leaves the psychology victims in full view." "He's proud of what he's done." "So we goad him." "He's trying to prove he's an Ubermensch but a large part of him can't rise to the challenge." "He fears ridicule." "He fears... being made powerless." "So?" "So..." "We set someone up who does all those things to draw him in." "Set up as in what?" "As in...give him a target we can control." "What kind of target?" "Forget it, Tony." "(GASPING)" "No." "I'm the obvious choice." "No, Tony." "You're not police." "We need someone to pose as a psychologist." "I'm the obvious choice." "Tony, it doesn't have to be a shrink." "We just need someone who looks like a shrink." "And no offence - but someone who knows how to handle themselves if things go wrong." "Kevin." "What?" "Kevin could wear his glasses." "Hmm." "Make him look more studious." "Him?" "Hmm-mm." "Why him?" "Why not me?" "I want to do this, Alex." "It has to be me." "Why?" "It's a bit late to be Rachel's saviour, Tony." "Look, Kevin's doing it, and that's that." "Sit down and eat your pizza." "Is this primarily a sexual killer?" "It's...more complex than that." "Well, who is he?" "He's an abused child." "His fantasies revolve around psychologists." "Why psychologists?" "Well, that's what I've come to Bradfield to find out." "OK, Kevin's all set up in his room in the university campus, and he's easily accessible." "Everyone's in place." "Do you think this is going to work?" "I certainly hope so." "There's no other way of tracing him." "This guy seems to be in the wind." "(TONY MAKES LIP-SMACKING SOUND)" "RATTLING" "Five hours." "He's not going to bite." "I mean, no offence to Kevin." "He's not that easily fooled." "You still sulking?" "I'm NOT sulking." "Kids sulk." "This is me angry." "Because you think I'd be in danger." "I'm sorry, Tony." "I can't take the risk." "Can I go home?" "No!" "We're staying here." "Oh, WE is it?" "But as you pointed out before, I'm not police." "So why keep me here?" "RATTLING" "All right, I'll send you a car in the morning." "Keep your phone on." "Thanks, Mum." "Thank God for that." "DOOR OPENS" "You can leave the light out, Dr Hill." "We can do this in the dark." "Matthew." "It's you." "You were at the conference." "I saw you." "And I saw you." "You've got the gun, I know that." "I won't make any sudden movements." "Good." "Now put your hands behind your back." "But you're not going to use it, are you?" "You don't want to shoot me." "Don't I?" "No, you want to watch me drown." "I understand, Matthew." "I can help you." "I'm not your enemy." "Stop talking." "No, talking's good." "Not for me." "And I can understand why that would frighten you." "Put your hands...behind your back." "Once I do that, I'm dead." "You're already dead, Doctor." "Now put your hands...behind your back." "It's very important to you that everything goes according to plan, isn't it?" "If you're thinking of those knives, don't." "It will get very loud and very messy in here." "And I can't miss at this range." "But you don't want it loud and messy." "That's not the plan." "Stop talking and put your hands behind your back." "And plans are important, aren't they, Matthew?" "I understand." "I understand." "The very fact that you say you understand means you have no idea." "Then why don't you try to explain it to me?" "I have been explaining." "Each of your colleagues has been an explanation." "They experiment, and I experiment on them." "Experiment in dying!" "This is the explanation!" "(GROANS)" "Or is that too loud and messy for you?" "Power not truth." "Tie your ankles together." "I won't be an accomplice to my own murder." "You're already an accomplice, Doctor." "So tie your ankles together." "All right." "Quicker." "Did you think he killed your parents?" "What?" "Your grandfather." "You were scared of him, right?" "All alone in that farm, just the two of you." "You must have wondered if he killed your parents." "I mean, he killed everything else, didn't he?" "The pigeons, the...rabbits, cattle." "It must have made you fear him even more." "He made me strong." "When did you first start fantasising about killing him?" "Oh, and then he died." "The relief you must have felt." "Was that because he was gone, Matthew, or because you didn't have to try to kill him yourself?" "Shut up." "Are my words getting to you, Matthew?" "Tie your ankles together." "You see it's not just actions that have power." "Words have power, Matthew." "The truth has power." "(GROANS)" "(YAWNS)" "God, I hate stakeouts." "You try to stay alert." "Just when you think something's about to happen " "It goes right on not happening." "I don't think the killer's going to take the bait, boss." "All right, let's call it a day." "Maybe you should call Tony." "I don't need to call Tony." "Struggling's useless, Dr Hill." "You struggled." "You survived." "You got strong." "Different kind of struggle, different kind of strong." "Give me your hand." "Not strong enough to have sex." "What?" "!" "Not strong enough to have sex with those prostitutes." "Give me your hand!" "You can't get it up, can you?" "Give me the hand!" "Fine!" "(GROANS)" "Even those poor prostitutes... knew your dark secret, didn't they, Matthew?" "PHONE RINGS" "Come on, Tony, pick up." "Where's your answering machine then?" "(GROANS)" "Of course." "This is it." "This is the sex!" "We can help " "There is no WE, Doctor!" "There's just you and me and the water." "And pretty soon, it'll be just you and the water." "And this final thought " "You thought I killed those three girls cos I can't come." "Cos I can't get it up." "Let me tell you, when I'm with them, when I've killed, I'm so hard I could cut diamonds!" "The reason you find no trace, no seed, is that's my will!" "I CHOOSE not to give it to them." "It's my choice!" "My strength!" "My power!" "We both know that's a lie." "(GROANS)" "(SPLASH)" "(GROANS)" "(GROANS)" "I need armed response!" "To Tony Hill's." "And an ambulance." "Get it now!" "Tony!" "Come on, Tony." "You're not going to die, Tony." "I won't let you die!" "Come on, Tony." "Breathe!" "You're not going to sleep!" "You're not going to sleep!" "Please, Tony!" "Please, Tony!" "(GASPS)" "Tony!" "OK..." "You're going to be OK." "You're going to be OK." "You saved me." "Keep still, the paramedics are coming." "It's funny when people say drowning's a nice way to go." "Oh God, you know what I was thinking?" ""Stay away from the light"?" "No." "I was thinking there was no light." "I can live with that." "Yeah." "Me too."