Whitechapel s01e02 Episode Script

I'm here to see the Commander.
The murder of Alice Graves is an exact recreation of the murder of Annie Chapman.
Alice Graves was found in a back yard with her throat cut and body horribly mutilated, just like that of Annie Chapman in 1888.
It was virtually identical, down to the date, the time, things left at her feet, the envelope nearby.
The pathologist was sure that whoever did this had no specialist medical knowledge.
He can handle a knife and the gore but he's an amateur, working from old coroners' reports of the Ripper's victims.
I think we get the picture, Inspector.
If he is copying Jack the Ripper, as you say, then we can expect three more murders.
- Not if we can stop him.
- When did you identify this pattern? - Eight days ago.
- And Alice Graves died when? Yesterday morning.
If you knew a murder was going to happen, we should have been told.
It was only a theory up until yesterday.
I didn't have any proof.
Joe, wait.
- At least I know where I stand with you.
- I'm protecting you, Joe.
You've no idea how much pressure I'm under to replace you.
So replace me, and when I'm debriefed, don't expect me to lie about what you knew and when you knew it.
Fine.
Stay on it.
But don't come knocking on my door once the press get hold of this.
My obligation to you ends when it hits the headlines.
Good luck, Joe.
- OK, everyone.
Attention.
- Oh, here we go.
Over here we have salmon sandwiches made with wholemeal bread, fresh fruit, nuts, juice.
Brain food, gentlemen.
In the bin.
It'll help you concentrate and give you stamina.
Bin! - Give me wind.
- Everything gives you wind.
- Research.
- (Groaning) Read them carefully.
We're looking for anything that helps us get inside the killer's head.
- One of these books is his bible.
- I can't remember the last time I read a book.
Oh, right.
Well, you can have the DVDs.
- 342 pages? - You can claim overtime for that, Fitz.
What do we know about Alice Graves? She was 36 years old, she had three children, separated and she was an alcoholic, and this one was definitely on the game.
She was bruised around the face some time before she was killed.
Find out who did that and what it was about.
Sarah Smith, the tom who found the body, must know.
We got to appeal for witnesses, broaden the enquiry.
- You can go on TV, sir.
- No.
- Yeah.
- No.
- Or I could go - No! There are three murders to go.
We can't let the press get hold of that.
It'll create panic.
We'll have every crackpot owning up to being Jack, and the Home Office pressuring us.
- You don't know that'll happen.
- I do know that.
History tells us so.
I know what happens next.
I go and get some proper food.
Keep your phone on.
Any trouble, call me straightaway.
She'll be all right.
I'll take this one.
- How's tricks? - You know.
Seen better.
I'll buy you a coffee.
You can tell me about it.
Fitz, get the SOCO file on Alice Graves.
We're up.
- Sir, can I have a word? - Sure.
By the way, I saved a book for you.
- Jill The Ripper.
- Cheers.
I had a word with Sarah Smith last night.
The tom who found the body.
She's very jumpy.
She said all the girls are.
But there's a regular, a soldier, who's been beating the girls up, threatening to gut them.
- And get this, he carries a bayonet.
- Did Sarah Smith give you a name? No.
They call him The Squaddie.
He's always boasting about how he guards the Queen.
Sarah said he went out to Helmand Province and he ain't been the same since.
He don't want sex any more.
He just gets off on scaring 'em.
Only the desperate toms'll go with him.
Fitz! Have you got that envelope? Yeah.
This was found beside the body of Alice Graves.
It's the regimental crest from the Household Division based at Clarence Barracks.
We got a prime suspect for you.
The Guards are on inspection at 3pm.
There's no way Sarah would do anything official.
This is the best I could manage.
Thanks for meeting us, girls.
This is my colleague, Detective Inspector Chandler.
- Ladies.
- Shall we watch the show? Squad, 'shun! Squad, stand at ease! - Squad - Third from the right.
That's him, innit? It's definitely him.
Excuse me? DC McCormack.
Oh, yes, I got your message.
Hello.
Erm Alice Graves.
I pulled her file.
- Come with me.
She went to the Larkin Trust.
- Is that a hostel? No, no, no, that's an organisation for women with alcohol problems.
It's a bit out of date, but the address is still good.
Yeah, we just need to know about her last admission to A&E.
She came in with facial injuries.
Nothing serious.
Some bruises sustained in a fight with a client.
She was a prostitute, you know.
- Did she know who the guy was? - She was so drunk, she could hardly speak.
But she did say something about a soldier.
OK, good.
Thanks very much.
Thank you.
Hello.
This is unofficial, OK? - Purely advice.
- Yes, yes, absolutely.
I'll be the very soul of discretion.
My Watson to your Holmes, eh? We found this at the scene.
There's a portion of regimental crest on the envelope, which had been placed next to Alice Graves's body.
There was a torn envelope near Annie Chapman's body, like this.
But it was a red herring.
It had nothing to do with Jack.
The first victim, Emma Jones, thought her attacker was a soldier.
One of her wounds could have been caused by a bayonet.
And now this regimental mark.
It all points to the killer being a soldier.
He's creating a world for you.
The same murders, the same mysterious suspects, the same mysterious lines of enquiry.
He wants you to think he's a soldier or a man in a leather apron, because if you're looking for them, you're not looking for him.
He wants to make you his Inspector Abberline.
- The policeman who couldn't catch the Ripper? - Mmm.
The point of playing Jack the Ripper is to get away with it, and never be found.
(Sighs) I can't believe this guy isn't leaving a trace.
We're getting nothing from Forensics.
It's like he knows what we look for and how we find it.
Or he's a phantom.
Back then, the police were so desperate they even considered photographing the eyes of the victims.
They thought their dying retinas might have held an image of the killer.
Could you imagine? A picture of Jack in the eyes of the dead.
- So, what couldn't wait? - I wanted to check her eyes.
We've gone over every inch of her skin already.
There's nothing.
Not her eyelids.
Her eyes.
That's off the peg.
Got two pairs of trousers, evens up the wear.
- You look like the boss.
- No, his suits are handmade.
Savile Row.
Mine are Skid Row.
You attention please, ladies.
Private John Leary, history of violence against women.
He threatened a teenager with a knife in Germany, and he wounded a young woman in Aldershot.
His regiment have dealt with everything up until now.
They describe him as "troubled".
Now, his leaves don't tally exactly with the murders, but he's gone AWOL before now.
We can't rule him out.
He's a very naughty boy.
- Did you get all that, boss? - Yes, I heard.
Bring him in.
We found the killer's DNA on Alice Graves, so we might as well get a sample from Leary.
- What DNA? I thought the body was clean.
- It was on her eyeballs.
How did it get there? He wanted to leave his image on her dying eyes, so he licked them.
Are you a regular client of prostitutes? John Leary, Private.
24196034.
Did you know the prostitute Alice Graves? John Leary, Private.
24196034.
Are you familiar with a crack house near Brick Lane where the body of Alice Graves was found? - John Leary, Private - Jesus Christ! You haven't been captured by a bloody enemy! This isn't Afghanistan and you're not the bloody SAS.
- Is this all we're going to get from him? - He's not obliged to say anything.
If he wants to play Guantanamo Bay, can we hood him and shock his bollocks? - That's not funny, Detective.
- Really? I'm laughing.
You know the house.
Did you bring Alice there? - John Leary - We know! You used to beat her up.
Was that not enough for you any more? - John Leary, Private.
- 24196034.
(TV) Private John Leary of the Queen's Footguard, based at Clarence Barracks, was arrested by police this afternoon and is being held on suspicion of murdering We're missing a trick.
An appeal on air could jog a few memories, turn up all kinds of witnesses.
We've had this through from Forensics.
Bayonet's clean.
No blood traces at all.
- Shit.
- And the eyeball DNA's been contaminated.
I've had to release Leary.
Leary's not in the clear yet.
He just got lucky.
- What is it, Skip? - Eyeball DNA's contaminated.
Bayonet's clean.
- Oh, you're joking! - Oh, no! Oh, what! Why's the Director of Forensic Science signing off on the evidence? Why is he getting involved in lab work? That's unheard of.
The Director doing lab work? It's a cover-up.
Well, the original Jack was a cover-up.
In my 342-page book, the original Jack was a Masonic conspiracy to protect the Duke of Clarence.
He had married a Catholic whore and the other women were all witnesses at the wedding.
Who's the Duke of Clarence? Is that Charles? No! Listen.
The whores were witnesses to a wedding the Palace wanted to keep secret, so the Palace had the girls killed.
- That was the conspiracy then.
- So what's the conspiracy now? If we knew, it wouldn't be much of a conspiracy.
That's just one theory out of hundreds.
My book says that Jack's a sailor, that he went off to live in Jamaica.
- In my book, Jack's a woman.
- Maybe the Palace has got something to hide.
Yeah, hold on a minute.
Alice Graves used this support unit for alkies.
And guess who the patron was? Princess Diana.
You want a conspiracy? You want a wedding that's been covered up? This is the mother! Don't mess with the Masons.
Leary is a good suspect.
We'll get the evidence on him cos he did it.
No one's covering anything up.
So no more conspiracies, no more Masons and no more Scotch, either.
(Chuckles) (Phone rings) - Yes, sir? - Turn on the news.
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pattern to these murders.
The tabloids are reporting that Jack the Ripper is back, and killing women again in the East End of London.
Sources also suggest that the police, already under fire for being slow to react to the case, are looking into a possible Masonic connection.
(Man) You have a leak.
Sort it out.
(Newsreader).
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a copycat Jack, then the murder of Alice Graves is likely to be the second in a series of five planned attacks.
- Happy now? - What? Someone has betrayed the whole investigation.
- What are you insinuating? I'm not the leak.
- You've wanted rid of me since this started.
- You think I'd do that? - I'm staying.
So to hell with your dirty tricks! Oi! I've been doing this job for 20 years.
I have to trust the loyalty of my men.
Do you think I'd throw that away for a long streak of piss like you? You'll screw this investigation up without my help.
I will find your leak for you, and you will apologise.
I like single malts, not that blended shit.
Now this is out in the open, we'll be inundated with false leads, false confessions and alarms, not to mention members of the public getting in our way.
The press are offering money for information, trying to beat us to the Ripper.
The Home Office is under pressure, the Commissioner's under pressure.
We are under 24-hour scrutiny.
- We cannot be fallible.
- Fally who? There's been a lot of talk about conspiracies and Masons and cover-ups.
I want it to stop now.
We need to get back on track, which is why I've asked an impartial expert to come in and talk to you today.
Mr Buchan? Oh, not the Ripperologist! Are you out of your mind? - We need an objective view.
A step back.
- Oh, he's a step back, all right.
- (Laughter) - It's fine.
- Shall I just begin? - Yes, go ahead.
- Imagine Whitechapel, 1888.
- (Groans) A place so terrible that Jack London called it "The Abyss".
Ed? The Masons.
Yes.
Yes.
There is no conspiracy.
The Masonic conspiracy of Jack the Ripper is the biggest load of bunkum ever to taint true Ripperology, based on a total disregard of the known facts of the case.
Crying conspiracy is the last resort of an investigator.
It's a way of saying it's not your fault you can't solve it.
Yeah, well, why did the Director handle the evidence, huh? - Good point.
- It was a favour to me, actually.
I wanted the best.
Oi! Eyes front! - Well, that doesn't explain the Larkin Trust.
- Alice Graves, she used to go there.
So did Cathy Lane.
I checked.
May I erm? - Go on.
- It's a myth that the victims knew each other.
And he'll be recreating pea-soupers for us next.
Clever boy.
You don't have to keep turning them.
Let them cook.
- I'm still in charge, you know.
- Who's for another beer? - Yeah, please, Fitz.
- No.
No, thank you.
- You found your pub in the country yet? - Yeah, I saw a lovely place in Sussex.
- Don't come cheap.
- Tell me about it.
- We're already remortgaged up to the hilt.
- The money from the papers must help, right? What? Is that what I'm about, is it? I'm just saying, I understand why you did it.
Can't live your dream on a pension, can you? What? A few bob in my pocket and screw you guys? Yeah, right.
I'm out of here.
- What's up? Where are you going? - He thinks I'm the leak.
He thinks I sold you all out for a few grand.
Don't be daft.
Come on, have a beer.
They're on me.
Since when? Never see your wallet in the bar, do we? - Christ.
It's just a beer.
- That's your guilty conscience, Fitz.
- It's a beer.
- Come on, I can see it in your face.
Tell us.
I didn't do it for the money.
I did it so we could get a new DI.
I did it for you, skip.
It's what you wanted, innit? Here.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey, Ray! Could I borrow this? I'll return it in the morning.
- Out of the question.
- I understand.
Absolutely.
The double event is imminent.
The night Jack killed two women in the space of 45 minutes.
Catherine Eddows was killed in Mitre Square, on the cobbles.
It's the only murder site that still exists.
You can go and stand on the exact same spot today.
He'll definitely be tempted by that.
It's so authentic.
There's CCTV on Mitre Square.
It's completely overlooked.
He wouldn't be that stupid.
He'd be caught in minutes.
Game over.
Hmm.
Mitre Square's too important to miss and he gets to take away her kidney.
He can't do it.
It's impossible.
I definitely regard Mitre Square as a probable murder site.
All right, I'll keep an eye on it.
But we're going to focus on Private Leary and watch every move he makes.
It's not Leary.
He fits the description of Emma Jones's attacker.
And we know he assaulted Alice Graves before her murder.
He's our prime suspect.
Then you have to ask yourself, will there be a double event or not? - What do you mean? - There's a growing body of thought that Jack was not responsible for both murders that night.
I thought Elizabeth Stride and Catherine Eddows were definite, canonical.
It's a recent theory, not mainstream.
Liz Stride had her throat cut but she wasn't mutilated.
The classic theory goes that he must have been disturbed, so went and found another victim.
But .
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no signs of strangulation, the coroner found a dissimilarity with the way her throat was cut, and believed a different weapon was used.
No mutilation, different MO, different signature.
Her death could have been a coincidence, erroneously linked to Jack.
So if it's a classic Ripper fan, he'll kill twice.
If it's an alternative theorist, he'll kill once.
- In essence, yes.
- So, which one is he? - That's up to you.
- You're the expert.
- But it's your investigation.
- Oh, Jesus! I mean, all I haveis history.
I've got nothing tangible.
Nothing Nothing right now, right here, to help me.
I mean There's a dead woman in Whitechapel, a simple domestic.
I wasn't I'm not supposed to be doing this.
Look, my whole career has been mapped out by other people, just trying to fast-track me onto I'm the wrong man for this job.
But if we catch this man tomorrow night, you will be the man who captured the Ripper.
Forever.
No one catches the Ripper.
History says so.
Have a good long look, Mary.
Take your time.
None of them jump out at me.
It was very dark.
I only remember seeing the knife.
I'm sorry.
How about him? Ring any bells? Maybe.
It's possible.
- It could be him.
- Good girl.
Mary's just picked out Leary.
That's a positive ID from Mary and Sarah Smith.
Good.
Let's go ahead with him then.
We need to catch Private Leary in the act.
As we know, time's important to him.
If he's our killer, he'll attempt the first murder at 1am tonight, in Henriques Street.
McCormack, I want you there.
Kent and Sanders, you'll be in Clarence Barracks.
The MoD have agreed access to the grounds.
I'll be out the front with the boss.
The second murder took place in Mitre Square at 1:45.
There'll no doubt be a public presence of press and onlookers.
We'll have uniforms there.
And Leary is under observation from now on.
Now remember, our objective is surveillance.
We don't make a move until he does.
This is it.
No mistakes.
When we get Leary, let his nibs read him his rights.
Give him his moment.
(Country music on radio) Could you turn that off, please? (Volume up) - Sorry.
- (Music off) - All right, darling? - You take care of yourselves tonight, ladies.
All quiet here, sir.
Kent, only use the radio when something's happening.
Out.
- We're right about Leary.
- Yeah, we are right.
That's the one thing you and I agree on.
Mitre Square, please give your situation report.
Mitre Square, north side, everything under control.
Over.
- All right? - Fine.
Mitre Square.
All clear on the south side.
Over.
McCormack, situation report.
Pissed off, cold and very thirsty, sir.
(Sighs) Shit.
We're up.
Suspect in military clothing.
He's coming down the scaffolding.
Rear of the barracks.
(Chandler) OK, all units, here we go.
Suspect is AWOL, on the move, heading towards you, Kent.
He has a bag.
Kent, have you got him in sight? Kent, have you got him in sight? Trailing suspect on foot.
Kent, situation report.
For God's sake, Kent, can you see him? Suspect is heading towards the north perimeter wall near you, sir.
He's now wearing a baseball cap and a dark jacket.
He's got accomplices.
It is a bloody conspiracy.
We're on the move.
He's got into a dark car.
I can't read the registration.
It looks like there's two male IC1s accompanying him.
He must be heading for the kill.
We're tailing suspect, heading west.
All units stand by.
This doesn't make sense.
We're going in the wrong direction.
- What's he doing? - He knows we're here.
He's trying to lose us.
- Stick with him.
- What do you think I'm doing? He's messing with us.
- What's he doing now? - He's turning back.
Trailing suspect east.
All units stand by.
Trailing suspect east.
- What's going on? - What's he playing at? Are you trying to frame Private Leary? This is Mitre Square.
We have a disturbance.
It's the bloody press.
We've been set up.
Yet you're still no nearer to catching the fiend behind these murders? There's a disturbance at Mitre Square.
They say they've got the Ripper, no one's been killed.
Out of my way! Move! Out of my way.
Please have mercy! Joe! Thank God.
Joe! Is anybody in the square? Is anybody in the square?! It's Mary.
He got Mary.
This is impossible.
There's nobody here.
He ain't human.
He can't be.
Joe.
Thank God.
I didn't get their numbers, but I wish to lodge a complaint.
Joe, I want to complain against the two gorillas who arrested me and threw me in the van.
Mother will be in a terrible state, wondering where I've got to.
- Joe, do you think I could have my laces back? - Not yet, Mr Buchan.
This way, Mr Buchan.
Oh, I see.
(Whispers) Where were you at 1:30am this morning? I was staking out the exact spot where Catherine Eddows was murdered in 1888.
You were hiding from the police.
I wanted to catch the Ripper.
I've been hunting him all my life, and now here he is again, made flesh.
He is my nemesis.
He's mine to bring to justice.
So that's why you wanted to help me.
So you could get an inside track on the investigation.
I'm sorry, Joe.
Having committed the offence of obstruction to the police by entering a restricted area, you were escorted from the square at 1:41am.
- By the gorillas.
Correct.
- Was there anyone else in the actual square? No.
Look, I caused a bit of a ruckus, and I'm sorry about that.
But he didn't even show up, so no harm done, eh? At 1:45am, the body of a woman was found in Mitre Square.
Body of a woman? That's impossible.
He couldn't have, there was no time.
He had four minutes.
All he needed was a distraction.
Like the mini riot that you caused.
Me? - You think he used me? - You made it possible.
His accomplice.
I am Edward Buchan, respected authority on Jack the Ripper.
I am not a killer.
Nor do I serve one.
How dare you? Mrs Buchan, police.
We have a warrant to search yours and your son's premises.
May I come in? He subscribes to Caravan International.
- Looks like he pays all his bills on time.
- Of course he does.
He's a saint.
And he's in dispute with the council over a neighbour's plans for an extension.
I mean, it's not really Where's all the Ripper stuff, then? I thought he was the world's foremost expert.
Does he keep it all in his head? Mrs Buchan? Mrs Buchan, what's down here? - Oh, that's my son's study.
I haven't got a key.
- Got a screwdriver? Ta very much.
Bloody hell! I knew it.
It's like an incident room from 1888.
It's a killer's lair.
Look at all this.
He's a Ripperologist.
This is what he does for a living.
He's even got his own website.
Look.
This ain't from 1888.
He's been helping me with the investigation.
This doesn't prove anything.
He's involved and I'll prove it.
I've got a nose for this.
You haven't, obviously.
He cut her throat first, this savage.
Right through to the vertebrae.
The abdomen has been completely opened up.
There's a stab wound in the liver, genital mutilation.
Colon's been cut away, and the kidney and uterus have been removed.
Exactly the same as Catherine Eddows in 1888.
However, when you come to her face, the injuries are completely different.
There were V-shaped marks made on Catherine Eddows, whereas here, well, he's clearly tried to slice Mary's face off.
In my experience, this kind of severe facial mutilation strongly indicates a relationship between the killer and his victim.
They may well have known each other.
Eddows said she knew who the Ripper was and intended to collect the reward.
Mary Bousfield got a good look at Cathy Lane's killer.
And he got a good look at her, too.
Bastard.
- What have we got? - OK, this is the CCTV from Mitre Square.
It shows all eight cameras from both the north and south sides.
Here on the south side is where they find Buchan hiding and make the arrest, taking him around the square to the north side.
All the press and onlookers follow Buchan's arrest, leaving the south side clear.
This creates a diversion for the killer to dump Mary's body.
He enters the square through these shutters on the southeast corner, and drags Mary's body into the square.
Jesus, we were minutes away.
Shutters here.
They lead to an underground car park, entered from Fenchurch Street.
We're getting the tapes from the council.
He must have used a vehicle for his getaway.
- Excellent work.
- Thank you, sir.
I got the printouts from Buchan's message board.
They work like this.
Someone, Jack 2000 or Spring Hill, would write in with a question about the murders, like, "Was there a double event?" Buchan gives some longwinded answer, then somebody else writes in, Slasher Jack, with a different theory.
Buchan replies.
On and on and on it goes.
- How many people are on the site? - About a hundred.
One name had a regular Q&A with our friend Mr Buchan, 50 times more than any other user.
- I told you I've got a nose for this.
- Can Computer Crime trace this? They can try, but look.
The last contact was on the night of the first murder.
- You do Buchan's interviews from now on.
- Yes, sir.
- I hope you're wrong.
- Yeah.
- You haven't shaved.
- Sorry, sir.
I haven't been home yet.
- You look like a drowning man.
- Everything's under control.
A dozen others would like your place at this table.
The least you could do is change your shirt.
Why did you ask me here? I gave your late father my word, a place at the table.
In time, the top of the Force, but in the current climate I have my own position to consider.
- I did warn you.
- I understand.
You need to take a step back, unless I catch the Ripper, in which case you'll be standing by my side.
Nobody asked you to sacrifice yourself.
Work the shift, go home.
You have a sergeant, use him.
Let him shoulder it.
And protect yourself enough so that when this is over you still have some standing.
- Do you even know their names? - Whose names? The victims.
- You can't see that's irrelevant.
- Mary Bousfield.
- He cut out her kidney and sliced her face off.
- We are eating! I do apologise.
- Where is Detective Inspector Chandler? - Busy.
Ripper Fan.
Oh, the message boards.
I don't have the slightest inkling as to who these people are.
But you're happy to discuss how to cut up women with them.
I simply relate the historical facts to them, and if necessary, correct their thinking.
Read it.
"An inch below the crease of the thigh "was a cut extending from the anterior spine of the ilium, "obliquely down the inner side of the left" Left thigh.
Yes, yes, that is from the autopsy performed by Dr Brown on Catherine Eddows That is murder pornography.
This information is in the public domain.
I don't tell them what to do with it.
Someone like Ripper Fan, who was so interested in your opinion of the double event, and shared your belief that Catherine Eddows was the only victim of the Ripper that night I know what you're implying.
You think he's the killer.
You think I'm in it with him.
Why would I do that? Tell me about the marks on Catherine Eddows' face.
Well, OK.
The autopsy report states that she had distinctive marks to her face, like erminverted Vs on her cheeks.
And the tip of her nose was cut off, as well as cuts to her eyelids.
Some Ripperologists think that these are Masonic markings.
- But you've got your own theory, right? - Well, yes, I do.
I think he tried to cut Catherine's face off.
You see, cutting down like so would cut the eyelids, remove the nose and cut into the cheek.
I can't be certain, but it does make sense.
Yeah, it does.
It did to Ripper Fan.
Cos he did exactly what you told him to, and sliced Mary's face off.
Ripper Fan's the killer and you're his, what, mentor? Sounding board? Special adviser? You tell me.
The CCTV from the car park in Fenchurch Street shows the van is from AC Maduro Health And Safety.
They're a small medical supply company.
The MD is a Mr Maduro.
He's stopped all his vans, but he's not happy about this, at all.
If such a terrible murder had occurred in one of my vans, I would have noticed.
The vans are clean.
There is no blood.
Just bear with us, please, sir.
I need my vans back on the road.
We supply organ transportation, not just body bags and rubber gloves.
And we have urgent medical transfers.
- Over here! - How long is this going to take? Positive signs of blood all over this van.
We've got a murder scene.
I want a thorough search of this van.
- What do you want? - I asked to see Joe.
- Well, you've got me.
- So I am the lowest of the low now.
- I don't have to be here.
What do you want? - Please - What do you want? - Ask Joe, has the killer sent the kidney yet? Mary Bousfield's kidney.
It's bound to be the next step.
He'll post it to someone involved in the hunt.
Someone he regards as his nemesis.
- Who was driving this van, night before last? - I'll have to consult my records.
I have my own filing system but it's a bit complicated.
Sir? - These were in the back of the van.
- Get Fire Investigation.
Chase up which accelerant was used at Wilkes Street.
Sure.
Sir? (Children's voices) It's for you, Dad.
Have you got his pen, Jamie? Out.
Out.
Everybody, out! Out!