"His name's Israel Eze, Nigerian." "~ St Jude's, it's a night shelter." "~ Miss?" "You dropped it." "You're very trusting." "I could be anyone." "I saw a man jump in front of a Tube train." "He kind of reminded me of you a little." "Dr Alexander, I presume?" "DI Luke Nelson." "You ask for help and everyone looks right through you." "Except for you." "~ This thing with Martha Stone, it's, er..." "~ It's...?" "It's kind of brought back some stuff that I'd buried for a while, personal stuff." "What about this?" "You put him up for adoption, yeah?" "I was 14, got told to by my parents." "They thought it was for the best." "What about your mum - what happened to her that night?" "Just took her away." "Did eight years." "Never really recovered from it." "It's a kind of X-shaped impression." "Some kind of screwdriver?" "Agh!" "I said I'd find him, yeah?" "I'll find him." "♪ Testator silens" "♪ Costestes e spiritu" "♪ Silentium. ♪" "As I'm sure you're all aware, these are indeed serious incidents but Transport For London has increased security and we are taking all the precautions we can." "Yes, the victims had all taken Tube journeys, but there is no reason to panic or avoid using the underground." "Our advice is to go about your business as normal and if you see anything untoward, please report to station staff." "In the meantime, be vigilant and be safe." "So four murders?" "Potentially four, Ma'am - we're not sure about Israel Eze." "All with the same MO and the public isn't informed until just now, and I wasn't told until this morning." "~ Well, with respect, Ma'am..." "~ With respect?" "!" "I am standing out there in front of the press reading a statement about cases I know bugger-all about, except what you have deigned to tell me once the shit has hit the fan." "~ The squad is not your personal private fiefdom, John." "~ Ma'am." "All right." "Luke?" "He's not in this job much longer." "~ You know he's stepping down, right?" "~ Ma'am." "You are favourite to take it on, but only if I get some co-operation." "I will not have this feudal state known as the Murder Squad" "~ carrying on after his retirement." "Am I clear?" "~ Yes, Ma'am." "So why are you going to work?" "Just want to carry on like normal." "~ Pretend like nothing's happened, yeah..." "~ Look," "~ I told you last night..." "~ .." "like nothing's changed?" "Loving somebody and trusting them works both ways, yeah?" "His name's Jamal Jennings." "Next of kin have been informed." "Petechial haemorrhaging." "So, again, strangulation." "Yes, but not the cause of death - that was most likely the carotid." "Nikki... .. something here." "Looks like a cloth fibre." "Mm-hm." "I found a piece of fabric at the scene under the body - could be the same source." "From his clothes or the killer's?" "Either way, he put up a fight." "Pri-ya Beck." "Pree-ya." "Sorry." "~ How are you doing?" "~ How do you think?" "You know, if there was any alternative," "I wouldn't put you through this right now." "Do you recognise this guy?" "Yeah." "He was sitting in the carriage." "OK." "Did you get a clear look at his face?" "Clarissa, we found this under his fingernails, this fibre." "Is this the same stuff Nikki found under the body?" "My expert eye tells me that, yes, it is indeed from the same source." "Boss." "Thanks." "~ Jack." "~ Thanks." "Thanks." "So that's him." "Should be on lunchtime TV." "Why these three victims, hmm?" "There's no obvious connection between them." "Maybe there IS no connection." "Maybe they were randomly targeted." "A homeless guy, a deacon, a roofer..." "A therapist - a psychologist." "Hang on, did HE know the other victims?" "Did he work with them professionally?" "We got access to his patient records" " Jamal's?" "We're getting that, boss, yeah." "And homeless shelters you contacted...?" "Well, we don't know for sure he is homeless." "Actually, I think we can prove that he is." "OK, so this material " "I e-mailed every tailor I could find and got a result." "This was manufactured exclusively, as they say, for Parks  Richards, Savile Row - it was used to line some sample coats." "So somehow he ended up with a Savile Row coat?" "They gave away the samples to a homeless shelter." "~ How many?" "~ Three." "Which shelter?" "~ St Jude's." "~ St Jude's?" "There was a connection to St Jude's, remember?" "Israel Eze stayed there - he left his passport and stuff there." "~ That's right." "~ A coat?" "Hang on." "The coat was wrecked in the accident." "Let's see." "Yeah, same lining." "Let's get some of these out and about, see if anyone knows anything." "Here you go." "Boss?" "Here, get off!" "Same coat, so that's coat number three," "~ and this guy recognises our man from the E-FIT." "~ Name?" "Suspect?" "Owen." "But that's it." "No surname." "What, they don't have to sign in?" "Only if you stay." "Of course he never did - just had a look, got warm, seemingly blagged a coat and moved on." "Ah, we'll see what these guys turn up." "So what did Gardner want?" "Have it, mate." "You're welcome to it." "You all right?" "Yeah?" "Yeah." "What's YOUR name, kid?" "Ready, yeah?" "Let's go." "~ There we go." "Morning." "~ Thanks." "~ Thank you." "Is it him?" "~ I don't know." "~ How can you not tell?" "He was three weeks old." "All right, we just keep moving on, OK, Lana?" "You'll know him when you see him." "You will." "Nikki, possible weapons, possible ligatures." "Would you check them through and e-mail them to DI Nelson?" "Thanks." "Timing belts?" "Yes, yes, they have teeth which match the bruising on the victims' necks." "The blade's not so easy to pin down." "I've left you a list of possibilities." "Hi." "Hi, me again." "Where are you?" "Ach, I'm heading to Mornington Crescent." "I'm at a bit of a dead end." "I'm going to run the route he took when he killed Jamal," "~ 'and see if it turns anything up.' ~ I've got some information for you." "Can I join you?" "~ 'Feel free.'" "Nikki!" "So he had access to a J key to get him into that cab - now we're looking at a timing belt as a ligature." "That's all machinery, maintenance, access to trains, knowledge of the network." "Yeah, I just thought you'd want to see that sooner rather than later." "So why this route?" "Why did he take this route with Jamal?" "OK, well, we know there's a major homeless connection." "Did Rosemary have anything to do with St Jude's?" "~ No." "~ Jamal?" "~ Uh-uh." "You've checked whether there's a link between Owen and Jamal?" "There's no patient with the name Owen, not matching our guy's description." "What?" "What?" "The night your father was murdered..." "You want to talk about this now?" "I did say, right, not to bother with it..." "OK, I need to ask you something." "Do you remember, was it raining?" "What?" "No." "I don't know." "It wasn't." "I checked." "There were clear skies all day and night." "OK, time of death was estimated at midnight, right?" "This was taken less than half an hour after." "So why is your hair wet?" "She killed your father and then what - calmly set about giving you a bath?" "Why would she do that?" "Her clothes from that night." "And the father's." "And the boy's." "You got this up from storage, from police storage?" "Mm-hm." "Why are you looking at this now?" "~ McLeod'll do his nut." "~ Just a few questions." "Have these been washed since?" "No, they're untouched." "They had a confession, it was an open and shut case, so they just stored them as they were." "~ And we're looking for blood traces, I presume?" "~ Mm-hm." "Forensics would have run this test back then, wouldn't they?" "It wasn't available 20-odd years ago." "These are clean." "Fine traces here." "~ Tiny spray of blood, airborne." "~ You sure?" "~ Mm-hm." "It was a stabbing." "The blood could've got there at some point after the incident, right?" "No, the spray pattern would suggest this kid was close to the victim at the moment of attack." "Maybe standing to the side, maybe looking into the car?" "Now, that I couldn't tell you - not without more detail." "Hey..." "Hey, Luke." "She told me I arrived after the killing." "She was standing by the car and... and... .. she had blood on her hands... and on her dress." "~ I did it." "~ Hey, no, the evidence doesn't..." "No, I did it." "I can remember." "Gina!" "Well, your prints would've been on the knife." "'So she wiped it...'" "'.. and then she confessed to cover for me.'" "Right, what's this about, Nikki?" "It's personal to him, innit?" "I'm sorry, it wasn't my..." "It was confidential." "~ Didn't have to lie about it." "~ No-one lied." "~ All right?" "~ Hi." "What's up with you?" "Nothing." "~ We got a match with the weapon?" "~ This?" "No." "No, this is something else I'm working on." "So where are WE?" "I'm looking to YOU here, Luke - the guy with the grey matter - that's why you're on the team, yeah?" "~ Mm." "~ I need you here." "~ Yep." "OK, the Israel Eze death - there were witnesses to that, weren't there?" "And a hair trophy was taken, so... ~ It follows the murderer may have been on that platform." "~ Mm." "Yeah, but we checked the CCTV, there's no match with the E-FIT." "The platform's packed, half the passengers' faces aren't visible." "Officers at that station got a list of names, yeah?" "~ Everybody who was on the platform?" "~ Yeah." "So pick 'em up, show 'em the E-FIT, see if it jogs any memories - and hope to Christ you get lucky." "Thanks." "I'm sorry." "None of my business." "We're looking for Lana Sutherland." "That's me." "Inspector Nelson." "You witnessed an incident at Finsbury Park Station." "~ Yeah." "~ Yeah." "Thanks." "Would it be possible to come with us to answer a few questions?" "It's fine." "Lana Sutherland?" "Hi." "The police have explained, have they?" "This is just a follow-up on the death you witnessed on the Tube." "We need your DNA and fingerprints." "~ They'll just be used for this?" "~ Yeah, then destroyed." "Now you swivel your bum round." "Hey." "It's a pretty boy." "Is this the man you're looking for, is it?" "~ You seen him before?" "~ On the news." "If he was there when the man died," "CCTV would have picked him up, wouldn't it?" "Well, maybe YOU saw him, maybe he left the station at the same time you did, maybe you saw where he went?" "Yeah, he was, um, he was outside the station that day, begging." "Um..." ".. just, er, describe what happened that day." "I did, didn't I?" "To officers on-site, but not to us." "OK, um..." "Well, I was coming home from work and I, um... and I saw him on the platform, drunk, I think, swaying and unsteady." "~ OK." "~ Um, he was getting closer to the edge of the platform but nobody said anything, so..." "Was he on the platform too?" "No, h-he was outside the station thing, the concourse." "What, did he approach you?" "Miss Sutherland?" "Sorry." "Sorry." "You OK?" "Sorry, my friend's just sent me a really cute picture of my son." "Your son?" "Sorry, um..." "Er, did this man approach me?" "Yes, he, um..." "I, um, I dropped a tenner and he picked it up and gave it back to me." "Really sweet." "He, er..." "This looks just like him." "Yo." "So, all right, witnesses' prints from the Israel Eze murder." "On here too." "There's loads of them." "~ Right away, boss." "~ Oh, I love it when you call me boss!" "So, er, yeah, thanks very much for coming in, you've been a great help." "You really have." "If you, er... if you just want to have a wee seat just now, someone'll be along in a couple of minutes to escort you out." "All right?" "Thanks again." "Guys." "Prints from the Israel Eze phone." "We've got a match." "What else we got, then?" "Two secs, boss." "~ Nikki." "~ 'Hi." "One of the witnesses' to Israel Eze, we found her fingerprints 'on his phone." "Her name's Lana Sutherland.'" "Move." "Move!" "Come on." "Argh!" "No sign of her." "Can we put a call out for her?" "I need to know if Owen's been in this flat." "Someone needed the loo in a hurry." "Got some hair here." "Owen's?" "Hmm." "I think it might be Israel's." "He looks like me, doesn't he?" "Didn't I make you happy?" "What happens to me now in your dream, hmm?" "~ What do you mean?" "~ What happens to ME?" "We get Laurie and we go." "OK, so we've ID'd the weapons - the ligature and the blade." "The ligature you've got, it's a timing belt, used in industrial engines." "And this is the blade, it's a gun drill." "~ A what?" "~ A gun drill." "X-shaped blade." "This one's used in engineering - primarily to cut deep holes in metal." "~ So, he's a metalworker?" "~ Possibly." "There's only a few companies make this particular model." "One's called Wilding Machine Tools, who supply a company called Devron, who..." "Guess what?" "Maintain Tube trains?" "Hence his knowledge and access." "I've e-mailed their HR department the E-FIT." "~ Seems he was an apprentice there a couple of years back." "~ OK." "Some sort of charity scheme for homeless people, then one day, bang, he just flips out and disappears." "What, nobody looked for him or reported him missing?" "No." "His name... .. is Owen Hanmore." "Oi, pick up a basket." "You drop and break shit, you pay for it." "You heard of customer relations?" "We shop, you shut up, all right?" "Yeah." "Bread, yeah." "~ Um..." "One of these." "~ All right!" "Don't." "Yeah?" "Oi, what you gonna do?" "Oi!" "Oi!" "Oi, what you doing?" "Ahhh!" "Ah... uh..." "Hey." "Can I?" "Sure." "How does it... feel to put a knife in someone?" "We're meat." "It's like cutting into meat." "And psychologically?" "Emotionally?" "To me?" "I have to play a trick on myself sometimes and pretend it's just residue." "Which it pretty much is." "There's no life left, no soul." "Do you believe in that?" "Soul?" "I believe..." "Well, I know, actually " "I know that the bodies that I work on, there's no person left in there." "Whatever it was that made them present has gone." "You think a six-year-old boy could feel that?" "I don't know." "The age of criminal responsibility is, what, ten?" "Too young." "But old enough to know that when you put a knife in someone..." "You were a six-year-old boy, Luke." "He was an abusive man and you were protecting your mother - and she you, in the end..." "You have to forgive that little boy." "You didn't even remember - how can you accept responsibility?" "Oh, but I am... responsible, aren't I?" "I took control, even at that age." "I lashed out." "And that six-year-old boy is still in here somewhere." "We've got another victim." "The shopkeeper's in hospital, in theatre." "~ So if he makes it, we've got a witness." "~ Yeah." "Maybe we're not going to need him." "~ Lana Sutherland." "~ And is that Owen?" "Some haircut." "Jesus." "Lana." "I'll be two minutes." "We've got some background on Lana." "Jamal was her psychologist from when she was ten years old..." "So that's the connection?" "Problems with empathy and sociopathic tendencies." "~ Wow." "~ OK." "She stopped seeing him when she got pregnant." "At 14." "Jamal wrote the report." "The DCI's going to send over some stuff." "What about the other victims?" "Joel Beamish lived on Hazlemeer Road." "So did Lana - again until she was 14." "~ What about Rosemary?" "~ Nothing yet." "Want some?" "It's an ordinary flat." "So what's at the heart of this?" "Some horror she's carrying with her?" "Something festering and unresolved - to do with the pregnancy?" "What do you do with something like that?" "You bury it, don't you?" "If you can." "But maybe it finds its way out." "OK, so, what - she targets her psychologist because he knew something?" "Well, hang on." "Jamal's report." "Lana's psych evaluation." "Pregnant, we know." "~ The father?" "~ Unknown." "Probably a kid from her street." "What about Joel Beamish?" "OK, let's stay with that for a second." "Say he got her pregnant and then he didn't want to know her." "Might explain why he was a target." "OK." "So why Jamal?" "Just says she was... unwell, unable to look after the child..." "Her parents wanted out, so..." "Yeah, here we go - he recommended a referral to Social Services." "Right." "Boy or girl?" "Boy." "She showed me a photo on her phone." "So what happened to him?" "Where does he sleep?" "Where's his stuff?" "OK - a child mother, referral to Social Services." "Parents... ~ Who don't want the baby." "~ What would happen?" "Foster care." "~ Then they find him a family." "~ All right." "OK." "So maybe Beamish is a target because he fathered the kid," "Jamal because he recommended him to be adopted..." "And Rosemary?" "Her husband said that she used to be a teacher for a while, right?" "Always a carer, that kind of person." "So what did she do before the church?" "Social work." "Adoption." "Good." "Hold on." "It's Jack." "~ Hi Jack, you're on speaker." "~ 'Thomas." "Hi.'" "Er, Rosemary Stone's journals were all over her house." "I've collated them as best I can, but pages are missing." "OK." "'Yeah, I've made a list of pages missing year-on-year." "'It's on my desk.'" "'Jack, we got it.'" "OK, the journal for five years ago, let's start there." "Five years ago." "Yeah." "Three pages missing - beginning of September." "'OK." "Is Clarissa there?" "'" "Present and correct." "I need an ESDA test 'on that, please - as fast as you can.'" "Thanks." "~ Hi?" "~ 'Jack, yeah, yeah, we processed the page.'" "Yeah." "'We think we've got a good impression here 'from the page above - it says Lana.'" "Great." "Anything else?" "'There's mention of a child.'" "~ Laura?" "~ 'No, we're looking for a boy.'" "~ Laurie?" "~ 'That's it!" "'" "Thank you." "Yeah, Rosemary placed the kid " "Laurie - she found him parents." "Is that why Lana went to Rosemary's house - to find out where Laurie is?" "Yeah, I need a trace, on Laurie Sutherland." "Born to Lana Sutherland, five years old." "Go in." "OK, go in and play till Dad gets home, yeah?" "Now, don't scream." "Don't scream, right?" "~ I've got money..." "~ Sh!" "I don't want your money." "~ I've got money..." "I DON'T want your MONEY!" "Where is he?" "Where's your boy?" "~ No!" "~ Tell me." "Tell me, or I'll kill you." "~ No." "No!" "~ Tell me or I'll kill you, all right?" "Mummy?" "Laurie!" "Laurie, no!" "~ Lana!" "~ Don't come in!" "~ Lana!" "~ Mummy!" "Stay down!" "Laurie?" "(Hi!" ")" "(Do you remember me?" ")" "(Do you remember?" ")" "Lana!" "~ Laurie!" "~ Don't scream." "You wait one second over there." "Just stay there." "Promise me you'll stay there for one second." "OK?" "~ Lana!" "~ Laurie!" "Lana!" "All right." "Shut up!" "~ Laurie!" "~ Lana!" "Here." "~ Laurie!" "~ Here." "~ Laurie!" "Here!" "Laurie!" "~ Laurie..." "~ Shut your mouth." "Laurie?" "Laurie!" "No!" "Laurie, go." "Run." "Run!" "Laurie, run!" "Laurie, run!" "Run!" "Ow!" "Laurie!" "Laurie!" "Laurie..." "Laurie..." "We're so nearly there, we're nearly there." "OK." "OK." "Laurie!" "Mummy's coming." "Nelson." "'It's McLeod." "Laurie Sutherland is now Laurie Silsbury - '6 Warwick Avenue, Kentish Town." "'Get there, now!" "'" "Laurie!" "No!" "We're just going to put you straight in there." "Laurie!" "Laurie!" "No!" "Laurie!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Let's squeeze you straight in, OK?" "Mummy?" "Did you just call me mummy?" "I want my mummy." "Lana, come on." "Laurie!" "Please." "Please." "Please." "Laurie!" "Laurie." "No!" "OK?" "This mummy loves you too, right?" "This mummy loves you so much." "All right?" "I love you." "OK." "No!" "No!" "No!" "Lana." "Lana!" "Nelson." "'It's DCI McLeod." "They've just been seen fleeing the address." "'They can't be far." "Search the local area.'" "Search the local area?" "!" "~ The nearest Tube station." "~ Yes." "Come on!" "Shit!" "Call McLeod, tell him we need backup at Kentish Town Station." "Oi!" "What are you doing?" "Lana." "Lana, come on." "Hold all southbound trains!" "Owen!" "Owen, please." "Hey, hey, hey!" "Hey!" "It was just...." "He was my baby, he was my baby." "I get it." "It's nothing to do with him, it's me." "It's just me." "It's just..." "Yeah, we know, Lana." "'Jamal Jennings." "Your counsellor." "'Your boyfriend." "Joel Beamish.'" "Rosemary Stone." "The woman who took Laurie away." "There was another guy before, wasn't there?" "Just muscle - like you." "Name was Israel Eze." "She pushed him in front of a train." "You've been had, man." "~ She's played you, Owen." "~ Save your breath!" "Are we done?" "Lana!" "Hi, Mum." "Mum, this is Nikki." "Hi." "I, um..." "I wanted you to know who she was and not just think about her in the abstract." "Because you are still here, aren't you, Mum?" "In your own wee way." "~ I want to see my daughter!" "~ Leave us alone!" "Did you run away from that home?" "I'm 16, Gramps." "I walked away." "It's my daughter." "She's missing." "What's he doing in a children's playground?" "It's Conroy." "I want to initiate a Child Rescue Alert." "Lizzie Craddock." "Eight years old." "Female." "I have to prevent vulnerable children from being hurt." "Please!" "I need a doctor for my little boy." "You don't take her clothes if you're intending to kill her, do you?" "~ I wouldn't hurt my daughter." "~ But she could be hiding?" "You don't even know who my father is." "You're just a slut." "He was crying." "I came to see what was wrong." "I saw the bruises." "I don't know how he got them." "You don't know that she's dead." "You don't know." "♪ Testator silens" "♪ Costestes e spiritu" "♪ Silentium. ♪"