"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!" "."