Waking the Dead (2000) s04e10 Episode Script
The Hardest Word: Part 2
Frankie.
Frankie.
Yep.
Out.
Excuse me! Boyd.
Yeah, it's OK.
He's knows, just leave him alone.
I'm sorry he's gonna So what have you got, Frankie? Well, we've got slashes to the throat, not wild - controlled.
The first sliced the main artery, the second was insurance.
So, precise and deliberate.
Delivered from behind and to the side.
There was no frenzy.
It was simple, calculated intent.
This had better be good So the blood on his hands is? From where he grabbed his throat.
He would've panicked.
Panic makes you breathe heavier, the heavier you breathe Yeah.
But also, the killer must have been disturbed because, look, he only got through the "S".
So, the same car park Carstairs was found in and the "S" on the back, otherwise Completely different.
Throat cut, not asphyxiated.
He was dead, whereas the others were breathing.
They look like executions.
There must've been a reason they wanted him dead.
Have you looked at his trousers? What? For any sign of sexual activity or? Sick on my shoes, man.
There's nothing obvious What? Sick on my shoes.
God.
Frankie? Yeah.
I want you to go back to the hotel.
Why? Check out some vomit.
And can you scrape that up for me? Please? Thanks.
Boyd.
I wanna talk to you about vomit.
I can think of four reasons I think you ought to see this first.
Looks like his partner.
Definitely next of kin.
Found in his wallet.
His partner - so Marvin was homosexual? Yeah, looks that way.
There's no reason why we should know he was homosexual.
Was he killed because he was homosexual? Did he pick somebody up and was unfortunate enough to meet the killer? Unlikely.
Perhaps he was enticed here by his killer.
We don't even know if he was killed here by the killer.
Hi, Greta.
Hi.
Are you all right? No, not really.
You've never been on a team that's lost one of its men before? No.
What's it like? It's like this.
You don't need that.
Why? People don't like looking at pictures of dead colleagues.
You'd think as a psychiatrist I'd have thought of that, wouldn't you? I would, actually, yeah.
Bulmer here? No, he's out with the team.
Doing what exactly? He's convinced Dave Marvin was followed, either by Roman Barac or some other crime figure he'd upset.
What do you think? If Dave was a threat, then killing him would be a logical move.
If he hadn't passed on his suspicions to the rest of us, it would, yeah.
I was due to meet Dave last night.
Where? Well, he just phoned out of the blue.
He wanted to discuss something.
I assumed it was about the case.
And? And there's something else you should know .
.
about Graham Penn.
He's a police informant.
Yes, I know that.
Thanks Boyd? Hi, Greta.
I've got female DNA all over Dave Marvin's crime scene that's unaccountable for.
Greta, out of all the people there, yours is the only one I don't have on file, so I need a swab.
OK.
For cross contamination purposes.
I'm sorry.
I should have known.
I'm just surprised you weren't already on the database.
So pop in and I'll take a pint of blood.
Frankie's got a strange sense of humour.
No, I want the Carstairs brought in here now! Both of them.
I want you to trace what Dave Marvin was looking into.
Spencer's been through his computer.
I can tell you.
Let's check phone logs, calls made, calls received, notes, mobiles, diaries I can give you that! He may have been looking into something we didn't know about, and that includes you.
Dave didn't have agendas.
I don't know how you run your team.
We always have agendas.
Yeah, well, figures.
What about the box, Spence? It's on the police archives.
He must have requested it.
Dave Marvin thought of bloody everything.
Shaugnessy.
Who? Shaugnessy? You never give up, do you? Never.
I wasn't talking to you.
Dave was very good, but this, this is a case that got dropped.
I told him, everyone told him.
Forensic and pathology confirmed it was accidental.
Auto-erotic asphyxiation.
It'll all be there.
Accident.
Yeah, I mean, there are similarities, but not enough to link him to this.
But Dave thought otherwise.
Yeah.
He was good, was he, Sergeant Marvin? Yes.
Well, he's dead now, isn't he? Is there anything, anything you should have told me? Nothing.
Shaugnessy was a dead end.
You know everything there is to know.
Because I don't intend losing any members of my team.
I don't deserve that.
How does Shaugnessy fit in? Find out if he knew Penn for a start.
Want the box? Yeah.
Thank you.
Spence? Yup? Door.
I'm gonna ask you exactly the same question I just asked your son.
Other than the two of you, who else stood to gain from your husband's death? Strangely enough, he couldn't answer that either.
Stop it, stop it.
Boyd.
Did you find anything in the box? Bulmer's made some arrests.
He's interviewing now.
OhGod! Why has Bulmer suddenly leapt to the conclusion that it's the work of a hired hitman? Because he's a moron.
Your husband was worth an awful lot of money.
No, this is just too ridiculous.
We had no need of the money.
It's a sizeable settlement figure, Mrs Carstairs.
It was a sizeable marriage, Mr Bulmer.
Mrs Carstairs, your husband died a slow, horrible death, gasping for air whilst the life was choked out of him by somebody who was buggering him violently at the same time.
How can you reassure me that you or your son didn't manage to find the one contract killer in England smart enough to employ this modus operandi? I didn't kill him.
I would never have hurt him.
He wasn't perfect, but then who is? And I loved him.
What about Raymond? How did he get on with his father? I wanna know more about your son, Mrs Carstairs.
So do I, Mr Bulmer.
All mothers want to know more about their sons.
I want the hitman, Mrs Carstairs! One of my officers is dead because he was killed by the same man.
That's enough.
Mrs Carstairs, would you come outside with me, please? But I haven't It's OK.
What the hell are you doing, Boyd?! DS Silver will look after you.
Where the hell do you think you're going?! Boyd! Boyd! Boyd! Boyd! What the hell do you think you're playing at?! I swear to God I'll have you, Boyd! I'll have you! I was interviewing possible suspects, you idiot! Mrs Carstairs is not a possible suspect! Are you lecturing me, you tosser?! If I turn your mic off, Bulmer, I can't hear you.
SILENCE You see? I didn't hear you.
I just turned it off.
So it's a waste of time abusing me, all right?! I am too far into the investigation, Boyd! You're miles away! Your methods are crap! I don't trust you and I don't even like you! I found a link between the murders - an organised crime link.
And I responded to it! I assume you're talking about Penn.
Yeah, Penn.
How do you know about that? It was you, wasn't it? You had Roman Barac flagged.
We had a deal.
Eh? We had a deal! Screw your deal! Dave Marvin was my right-hand boy.
You didn't even know the most basic thing about him.
Oh, is that what you think? Well, you're wrong.
Every time I copped a big job, Dave was the first name on my list.
I'd trust him with my life.
That's not what I'm talking about.
Oh.
If you're referring to his personal life, that's exactly what it was, personal.
He chose to keep it private.
And that was his affair and still is.
He never once mentioned he was gay.
And you know what? It was never an issue.
Just like there were things about me HE never knew.
Way I saw it, he didn't want me to know, so I didn't.
Let me out, Boyd! Just let him out, Spence, when he calms down, will you? What right do you have to behave like that? I have every right! Well, it was very uncomfortable.
He was out of control and now he's close to imploding.
That's HIS problem.
Book him some sessions.
He can't afford me.
If he goes to pieces, so does your reputation.
You're not worried about YOUR reputation?! I've nothing to lose, so I don't let upsetting people get in the way.
God, you're like a child.
I'm worse - I'm a child with a badge.
It's Bulmer.
Do you mind? No, I don't mind.
Did you know Marvin was a homosexual? I thought he might be - woman's intuition.
Penn's on the move.
Where are the Carstairs? They just left.
Did you make them tea? Yeah, why? Get Raymond's mug over to Frankie.
OK.
Did Penn say where he was going? He told Wilcox to meet him at the usual place.
I'm toast.
Spence, you're on.
I'm there.
Where did he go? There he is.
I'll try round the other side.
OK.
Where the hell's he going? Let's talk to this guy.
I've got eyeball on him.
Shit.
Spence, stay where you are.
Don't do anything.
I'm calling for backup and then we'll hit them.
This is DS Silver, Cold Case unit, Paddington base near the taxi rank.
We need backup on the hurry-up.
I think you'd better put your seatbelt on.
Why? We're going for a little spin.
I can't find it.
I haven't got one.
Just hold on, OK? Out.
Get out! Mel.
Take a seat, Mr Wilcox.
Look, you know, she was just a street kid, you know? I've got two kids of me own.
Could you come in here a minute please, Mel? He fell off the chair.
So there was no third man.
Carstairs was having sex with a young boy.
The third person in the car was a kid.
A rent boy.
Yeah, provided by Penn.
I thought I knew you better.
So did I.
I just don't know what to say.
You understand how it happened.
Can you forgive me? Would that make you feel better? A bit.
Well, I don't think I can.
I never wanna see you like that again.
There's an obvious question I wanna ask him.
What's that? Was Dave Marvin a child abuser? No.
.
.
No.
His killing bears some similarities to the others.
But it also bears a lot of differences, Spence.
I mean, Dave was killed in haste.
In comparison, it was crude, and it doesn't involve any form of sexual gratification or seduction.
I strongly suspect that Dave was killed because of what he knew.
A warning from organised crime? Yeah.
He and Bulmer turned over almost every syndicate in London.
Yeah, that's what I think.
It's gonna be 24 hours before we get Wilcox's DNA to know if he's linked.
OK.
And I can confirm that Penn isn't the killer of Dave Marvin.
I've re-checked the video footage and he was at work when Dave died.
Yeah, but he has to be part of it.
Penn's linked to all of them.
Carstairs, when they were arrested together, Tomas Barac through his brother's restaurant, and Dave Marvin as his informant.
So what about Shaugnessy? We don't know he was linked to the others.
Not yet, but there has to be something.
Penn may not be the killer, but he's the key.
He has links to Shaugnessy.
Dave Marvin was sure of it.
I'm only gonna say this once - twice if I end up in court.
I'm really sorry about what happened in the interview room.
OK? OK.
OK.
Mel, can you come with me, please? Where are we going? To see the girlplease.
And can somebody get Raymond Carstairs back inaloneplease? Get Raymond Carstairs back in No.
Alone.
Should we go in? No.
No, she's been through enough today.
OK OK, so we know the Marquis de Sade's dead, so we know it's not him, but we really don't have a clue who the killer is, do we, Greta? Well, we know he's driven, determined.
Specific is the key word for me because that suggests that he's emotionally and at least intellectually involved in this whole area, yeah? Go on.
That's all I've got to say about it, really.
Well, his fury and his drive to kill must have come from somewhere.
We're assuming it's sexual.
Because of the semen? If it is the killer's, yeah.
Frankie, can you tell if the murders were committed in the same time frame as the sexual encounters? Yes, but it's messy.
It depends if there's any difference between the oxygenation between the semen on the back and on the sheets.
So it's messy.
Yeah.
But it's possible? Yeah, it's possible.
Great.
Great.
What's that? Where did it come from? Eurgh, it's sick.
What? It's a little boy in a paddling pool.
The kid's naked.
He's playing! Haven't you upset enough people? It's just a little boy in a paddling pool.
But surrounded by all this, it is sexual, yes? Yeah.
But if you take all this world away from it, it's just a boy in a padding pool, isn't it? Yeah.
Who is it? What happened to him? What happened to the little boy in the paddling pool? HE WHISPERS What did you say? I just told her it was a picture of me, that's all.
It's a picture of me.
That was a cheap trick.
I'm sorry.
I was just trying to make a point.
Oh, really, what point is that? I'm sorryOK? I'm sorry.
Yesterday, I was on the subway and I saw this boy holding a man's hand, and the kid was about six.
I was on my way to tell Dave Marvin's partner he was dead, but I couldn't focus on that because I'm thinking is that his father's hand he's holding, or what? That's an understandable reaction.
But it's a sad reaction.
Yes.
In a civilised society, I'm wondering if the kid is all right.
I just wanted the kid to give me a sign.
Just a thumbs up, you know? Just a little thumbs up.
For your sake or for his? That's not That's not the point, though.
God, you can be so You can be annoying, all right? That's not the point.
What I'm saying is that it's our brains that have got a twisted kind of perspective.
That's why I put the damn photo up on the damn board, all right? You shouldn't assume that the people you're talking to I don't assume anything.
You have 15, 20 people working for you? I have 20 people.
20.
20.
Well, if statistics are right, chances are that two people on your team have been abused.
What's going on out there? Who knows? He fancies her, doesn't he? Grace! Did I just say that out loud? Yes, you did.
So naughty.
You really were quite cute as a child.
Does that shock you? Yes, I wonder what happened.
THEY CHUCKLE Well, you must have been pretty gorgeous yourself.
Not bad.
Were you born with brown eyes, or did they start blue and turn brown? I was born with brown eyes.
Right.
Only child? Yes.
Spoilt rotten, were you? Yup.
Little daddy's girl.
I really don't think that's any of your business.
I'm sorry.
See, I've apologised to you again, that's twice in just a Look, why don't I just say one big one now, OK? I'm sorry.
Some killers get slipshod.
The more they kill, the more confident they get.
Then they learn from earlier mistakes.
Has she got anything on the vomit? Hello? No, she hasn't yet.
Ah.
But she might have something on the Shaugnessy case.
Yep.
Given time, Boyd, I might be able to get some DNA from the leather belt or the dressing gown belt, because if they were pulled tight without gloves, there's a chance that the killer's DNA might have remained in the fibre.
From? Sweat.
Ay? Clever.
Put them back.
OK.
But, they're in bags.
Yeah, just put them back.
Oh, she's such a Bossy? That wasn't the word I wasn't thinking of.
Mm.
Just get back to Greta.
Uh? Are you feeling better? I wasn't ill.
Oh.
Something's been bothering me ever since we've met.
Mm, I have that effect on people.
You were very quiet.
Was I? Mm.
Sometimes I find it hard to express myself.
Is that why you don't teach? You don't teach, do you? I'm a better administrator.
Or is it that you don't have the patience? That, too.
I don't have much patience, either.
Oh, is that a threat? No, not at all.
You've got this all wrong.
It was obvious when your colleague dragged me and my mother in.
Superintendent Bulmer was misguided.
Mm, Superintendent Bullshit.
That man shouldn't have a badge.
He's a dangerous man.
So was your father, but you didn't say anything about him, did you? I'm sorry.
This has nothing to do with homosexuals running around on the heath, has it? Has it? No.
It's about sexand children.
Mm.
Sex and children.
Yes.
Sex and children.
Sex and children should be brushed under the carpet, don't you think? I wanna know about you and your father.
Myfather was a very complicated man.
Sometimes he could be extremely generous, almost to a fault.
But there were two sides to him, like the light and dark sides of the moon.
But he wasinspirational.
He was a motivator.
He also was an abuser.
An abuser of children.
Do you really think this started off with walking the heath? He ran a school, Boyd.
Come on - little man, ran a school.
Imagine it.
He ran a school .
.
and he was a child molester.
That's why he was killed, wasn't it? Do you recognise this man? No.
Is he dead, too? Who else knew what your father was into? Am I presumed guilty just because I knew what he did? Well, motive - it gives you motive.
It does.
We're looking for somebody like you.
Somebody who was probably a victim of abuse themselves.
Intelligent, with a desire to avenge.
Two out of three ain't bad.
Not much of a defence though, is it? Look.
I was buggered up beyond all reason.
Literally.
I tried therapy, even role-playing.
And I swear to God that most of the therapists were more screwed up than I was.
I was expected to go in there and release all my rage against my father fortaking down my pyjamas night after night after night, and all I could do was be angry at my mother.
My father screwed me up beyond recognition.
And all I do is take it out on my mother.
Do you think your mother knew what was going on? Of course she did! Why are you so sure? Because she didn't love me like my father did.
She never gave me treats.
And she never wanted to shag me.
I'm not scared of you, you know.
I haven't done anything yet.
Yet? I may not do anything, ever, to anyone.
Like what? Like what you suspect me of.
This is cause and effect.
We know the cause.
What's the effect going to be? Are you gonna tell me? I know what you're thinking.
What? When do I stop being the victim and become the perpetrator? Perpetrator of what? Inhuman passion.
Inappropriate attraction.
Uncontrollable desire.
I They're in me! I think they're in me! How do you know that? They were put in me.
Maybe by nurture or nature, but they are in me.
I can't arrest you for a crime you haven't committed.
I've always had a fear that one day the victims of sexual abuse will be tagged by the likes of you.
Statistically, I am more likely to become an abuser having been abused than you having not.
That does have a terrifying logic.
Came up with it myself.
I'd keep it to myself.
What? Like everything else? Like my childhood? Like my life now? And how do you live your life now? Boyd? In fear.
Raymond Carstairs' DNA came through and there's no match.
OK, Raymond.
You, you're an attractive man.
Thank you.
I can't believe you haven't walked down the street and not turned round after a girl who's walked past in a short skirt and an ambiguous smile.
That's true.
Then you've turned to look at her, thinking that she hasn't noticed and she turns and looks directly at you.
It's only then that you notice that you're looking at a girl of no more than 13 or 14 years old.
Yeah, that has happened - yes.
And you think, "Blimey! "I'm leering after a girl who's still doing her homework.
" Am I sick? I don't think so.
Are you sure? Simple mistake.
Thousands of people do it every day.
But I look around terrified.
Has anyone seen me? The police? CCTV cameras? The girl's father? We exert moral reason over animal instinct.
Ah.
The person that you want, Boyd, is not like you or me.
They can not even begin to rationalise, not to themselves.
They are still hurting.
They still want the ice cream.
They still crave the love of the one person who destroyed their life, but they cannot separate the ties.
So you find someone as abhorrent as your father and you have sex with them.
It's a way of getting off.
It's an exercise of self-loathing, and, believe me, it's a sorry state of affairs for anyone.
You are driven to it and you are sorry.
You're sorry? Yes - sorry.
As in pathetic.
POLICE SIREN WAILS We found nothing at Penn's.
Got him circulated but nothing's come in.
He can't have disappeared.
Where's Bulmer? Just leave it with me.
I'm not holding out on you.
Just give us an hour.
Doesn't that man understand what it means to work together as a team? When you work together as team, Greta, you're meant to share information.
The murderer harbours intense sexual outrage.
Not that kind of information! There are two forms of aggression - the killings themselves, and the mutilation.
Yup.
The carving on their backs.
Yup.
Why wasn't Wilcox targeted by the seducer or the killer? Because he's an out-and-out paedophile! The seducer is a mature woman, we know that from the DNA.
This man's tastes are strictly pre-pubescent.
All right.
Raymond Carstairs - how does he fit in? He's terrified of what he might become.
He's our victim.
He's not a killer.
Tomas Barac was a target because he was into young girls.
Whether Penn led the killer knowingly or not to the victims, we must find him.
This is the man.
This brings us back to Penn.
We must find him.
We've gotta wait for Bulmer to do that, and that is one frightening thought.
Boyd, there's a guy here to see you.
He says it's important.
Who? Era William Laurence.
Do you want me to stick around? No, you go.
OK.
Night.
Night.
Grace.
Yup.
You going home? Not yet, no.
What are you doing? I'm looking for semen.
What for? Do you know you can get that stuff on the internet? Well, I've got my own.
I'm not sure that it's sexual, on the part of the killer.
What? The semen on the bodies.
I think it's more likely to be the woman that's left it there - a last insult, a final act of debasement.
So she gets a bottle of semen and splotches it over I'll leave that to your imagination how she I'm there(!) Glad I'm not.
Vomit in the car park.
Nope, too contaminated, but I've got a print from the hotel corridor.
Whoever was sick leant over to support themselves.
Grace! The print is a nine point match, so I can't give you a conviction but I can give you a name.
From the print? No, from a previous record.
William Laurence, Heath End Lane, Hampstead.
William Laurence? Yeah.
He's here.
In the building.
OK.
Mr Laurence? Yes.
You wanted to see me.
Yes.
What did you want to see me about? Um, I have some information.
Well, I suppose you could call it information.
Yes, yes - I have some information.
What is that information? Are you in charge here? Yes.
I am Detective Superintendent Boyd.
This is my forensic psychologist.
Dr Foley.
I killed them.
I killed them all.
Shaugnessy, James Carstairs, Tomas Barac, Graham Penn.
Graham Penn? You killed Graham Penn.
Dave Marvin? I don't know a Dave Marvin.
But if he was that policeman who was killed in the car park, I assure you, that was not me.
Was helike the others? What were the others like, Mr Laurence? I saw in them a man I once was and it filled me with loathing.
What for them or for yourself? For myself, self-loathing.
Yes, of course.
I hope I don't disappoint you.
I don't care about disappointment, but if you waste my time I get I'm not! I'm not! You know that! Good.
Convince me.
What can I say to convince you? How did you leave the bodies? Very still.
Very still.
If you're referring to the mutilation, saying sorry didn't quite seemadequate.
And you just have to believe how sorry I am.
That's why I'm here, in a way - for my daughter.
For your daughter? Yes, I haven't seen her for some time.
You want to tell her you killed these men.
Of course that.
Of course, yes, that.
But other things as well.
I remember when she was 12 - just.
She always wanted to be 12 - ever since she was 10.
"Daddy, when will I be 12?" And for her 12th birthday, I abused her.
I know this is difficult for you, Mr Laurence, but I want you to tell me exactly what happened to these men.
It's hard to put into words the feeling of walking up to her room Can we start with Tomas Barac, please? The expectation.
It was as if the house was suddenly full of doors as I wandered through - opening, closing each door behind me quietly so my wife wouldn't hear.
(Don't open.
) (Please don't open!) DOOR BANGS I don't really know what I'm doing here, except I feel oddly better.
I was trying to clean up after my little girl.
That's what parents do, isn't it? Clean up after their children.
Grace, I need to see you out here, please.
Excuse me.
I've got the results back on the Shaugnessy case.
Greta's DNA is causing me concern because it's from sweat.
But it can't be, Frankie.
Well, it is.
What about the vomit.
It belongs to a female.
I found traces of a birth control pill and they're taking antidepressants.
Greta wasn't involved in the Shaugnessy investigation, she told me so herself.
My daughter doesn't know I'm here, you understand.
She doesn't know about any of this.
Are you sure about that? Of course! These murders involve a man and a woman working together.
Well, I suppose in a sense they did, except she didn't know she was involved.
She didn't.
Well, no.
DOOR CLICKS I'd like to carry on with this in a few minutes, if you don't mind? But my daughter, I need to see her now.
I understand.
You want to see Greta.
Yes.
I need to see her.
I need her to know how sorry I am.
'Shhh!' Shhh! Never tell! Never tell! Night.
Greta? Greta! Greta? MOBILE RINGS Yeah? It's me.
Penn's dead.
Yes, I know.
Greta? Greta? I just want to see her to tell her.
Why won't she let me explain? Why won't she let me say sorry? Have you thought she may be frightened of you? Would you understand that? Yes.
And have you thought that she may be frightened she might forgive you? 'It was easier when he didn't think he had anything to apologise for.
' He ruined everything and now he wants to make it better.
But, the truth is .
.
the truth is some things just don't get better.
No, they don't.
And those men he killed - I didn't really know them, butI needed them - .
.
because of him.
It's funny, isn't it? Dads never really like the men their daughters sleep with.
You should go home.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Well, we've got a lot of work to do.
I need my coat.
Yeah.
OK? Yup.
Here.
Thank you.
And your money.
Greta? What happened with Dave Marvin? I'd arranged to meet him at the car park that night.
I was going to tell him everything.
He was the only person I trusted.
And when you arrived, he was already dead.
I thought so.
Goodnight.
Night.
Greta? ECHOING MUSIC BOX PLAYS
Frankie.
Yep.
Out.
Excuse me! Boyd.
Yeah, it's OK.
He's knows, just leave him alone.
I'm sorry he's gonna So what have you got, Frankie? Well, we've got slashes to the throat, not wild - controlled.
The first sliced the main artery, the second was insurance.
So, precise and deliberate.
Delivered from behind and to the side.
There was no frenzy.
It was simple, calculated intent.
This had better be good So the blood on his hands is? From where he grabbed his throat.
He would've panicked.
Panic makes you breathe heavier, the heavier you breathe Yeah.
But also, the killer must have been disturbed because, look, he only got through the "S".
So, the same car park Carstairs was found in and the "S" on the back, otherwise Completely different.
Throat cut, not asphyxiated.
He was dead, whereas the others were breathing.
They look like executions.
There must've been a reason they wanted him dead.
Have you looked at his trousers? What? For any sign of sexual activity or? Sick on my shoes, man.
There's nothing obvious What? Sick on my shoes.
God.
Frankie? Yeah.
I want you to go back to the hotel.
Why? Check out some vomit.
And can you scrape that up for me? Please? Thanks.
Boyd.
I wanna talk to you about vomit.
I can think of four reasons I think you ought to see this first.
Looks like his partner.
Definitely next of kin.
Found in his wallet.
His partner - so Marvin was homosexual? Yeah, looks that way.
There's no reason why we should know he was homosexual.
Was he killed because he was homosexual? Did he pick somebody up and was unfortunate enough to meet the killer? Unlikely.
Perhaps he was enticed here by his killer.
We don't even know if he was killed here by the killer.
Hi, Greta.
Hi.
Are you all right? No, not really.
You've never been on a team that's lost one of its men before? No.
What's it like? It's like this.
You don't need that.
Why? People don't like looking at pictures of dead colleagues.
You'd think as a psychiatrist I'd have thought of that, wouldn't you? I would, actually, yeah.
Bulmer here? No, he's out with the team.
Doing what exactly? He's convinced Dave Marvin was followed, either by Roman Barac or some other crime figure he'd upset.
What do you think? If Dave was a threat, then killing him would be a logical move.
If he hadn't passed on his suspicions to the rest of us, it would, yeah.
I was due to meet Dave last night.
Where? Well, he just phoned out of the blue.
He wanted to discuss something.
I assumed it was about the case.
And? And there's something else you should know .
.
about Graham Penn.
He's a police informant.
Yes, I know that.
Thanks Boyd? Hi, Greta.
I've got female DNA all over Dave Marvin's crime scene that's unaccountable for.
Greta, out of all the people there, yours is the only one I don't have on file, so I need a swab.
OK.
For cross contamination purposes.
I'm sorry.
I should have known.
I'm just surprised you weren't already on the database.
So pop in and I'll take a pint of blood.
Frankie's got a strange sense of humour.
No, I want the Carstairs brought in here now! Both of them.
I want you to trace what Dave Marvin was looking into.
Spencer's been through his computer.
I can tell you.
Let's check phone logs, calls made, calls received, notes, mobiles, diaries I can give you that! He may have been looking into something we didn't know about, and that includes you.
Dave didn't have agendas.
I don't know how you run your team.
We always have agendas.
Yeah, well, figures.
What about the box, Spence? It's on the police archives.
He must have requested it.
Dave Marvin thought of bloody everything.
Shaugnessy.
Who? Shaugnessy? You never give up, do you? Never.
I wasn't talking to you.
Dave was very good, but this, this is a case that got dropped.
I told him, everyone told him.
Forensic and pathology confirmed it was accidental.
Auto-erotic asphyxiation.
It'll all be there.
Accident.
Yeah, I mean, there are similarities, but not enough to link him to this.
But Dave thought otherwise.
Yeah.
He was good, was he, Sergeant Marvin? Yes.
Well, he's dead now, isn't he? Is there anything, anything you should have told me? Nothing.
Shaugnessy was a dead end.
You know everything there is to know.
Because I don't intend losing any members of my team.
I don't deserve that.
How does Shaugnessy fit in? Find out if he knew Penn for a start.
Want the box? Yeah.
Thank you.
Spence? Yup? Door.
I'm gonna ask you exactly the same question I just asked your son.
Other than the two of you, who else stood to gain from your husband's death? Strangely enough, he couldn't answer that either.
Stop it, stop it.
Boyd.
Did you find anything in the box? Bulmer's made some arrests.
He's interviewing now.
OhGod! Why has Bulmer suddenly leapt to the conclusion that it's the work of a hired hitman? Because he's a moron.
Your husband was worth an awful lot of money.
No, this is just too ridiculous.
We had no need of the money.
It's a sizeable settlement figure, Mrs Carstairs.
It was a sizeable marriage, Mr Bulmer.
Mrs Carstairs, your husband died a slow, horrible death, gasping for air whilst the life was choked out of him by somebody who was buggering him violently at the same time.
How can you reassure me that you or your son didn't manage to find the one contract killer in England smart enough to employ this modus operandi? I didn't kill him.
I would never have hurt him.
He wasn't perfect, but then who is? And I loved him.
What about Raymond? How did he get on with his father? I wanna know more about your son, Mrs Carstairs.
So do I, Mr Bulmer.
All mothers want to know more about their sons.
I want the hitman, Mrs Carstairs! One of my officers is dead because he was killed by the same man.
That's enough.
Mrs Carstairs, would you come outside with me, please? But I haven't It's OK.
What the hell are you doing, Boyd?! DS Silver will look after you.
Where the hell do you think you're going?! Boyd! Boyd! Boyd! Boyd! What the hell do you think you're playing at?! I swear to God I'll have you, Boyd! I'll have you! I was interviewing possible suspects, you idiot! Mrs Carstairs is not a possible suspect! Are you lecturing me, you tosser?! If I turn your mic off, Bulmer, I can't hear you.
SILENCE You see? I didn't hear you.
I just turned it off.
So it's a waste of time abusing me, all right?! I am too far into the investigation, Boyd! You're miles away! Your methods are crap! I don't trust you and I don't even like you! I found a link between the murders - an organised crime link.
And I responded to it! I assume you're talking about Penn.
Yeah, Penn.
How do you know about that? It was you, wasn't it? You had Roman Barac flagged.
We had a deal.
Eh? We had a deal! Screw your deal! Dave Marvin was my right-hand boy.
You didn't even know the most basic thing about him.
Oh, is that what you think? Well, you're wrong.
Every time I copped a big job, Dave was the first name on my list.
I'd trust him with my life.
That's not what I'm talking about.
Oh.
If you're referring to his personal life, that's exactly what it was, personal.
He chose to keep it private.
And that was his affair and still is.
He never once mentioned he was gay.
And you know what? It was never an issue.
Just like there were things about me HE never knew.
Way I saw it, he didn't want me to know, so I didn't.
Let me out, Boyd! Just let him out, Spence, when he calms down, will you? What right do you have to behave like that? I have every right! Well, it was very uncomfortable.
He was out of control and now he's close to imploding.
That's HIS problem.
Book him some sessions.
He can't afford me.
If he goes to pieces, so does your reputation.
You're not worried about YOUR reputation?! I've nothing to lose, so I don't let upsetting people get in the way.
God, you're like a child.
I'm worse - I'm a child with a badge.
It's Bulmer.
Do you mind? No, I don't mind.
Did you know Marvin was a homosexual? I thought he might be - woman's intuition.
Penn's on the move.
Where are the Carstairs? They just left.
Did you make them tea? Yeah, why? Get Raymond's mug over to Frankie.
OK.
Did Penn say where he was going? He told Wilcox to meet him at the usual place.
I'm toast.
Spence, you're on.
I'm there.
Where did he go? There he is.
I'll try round the other side.
OK.
Where the hell's he going? Let's talk to this guy.
I've got eyeball on him.
Shit.
Spence, stay where you are.
Don't do anything.
I'm calling for backup and then we'll hit them.
This is DS Silver, Cold Case unit, Paddington base near the taxi rank.
We need backup on the hurry-up.
I think you'd better put your seatbelt on.
Why? We're going for a little spin.
I can't find it.
I haven't got one.
Just hold on, OK? Out.
Get out! Mel.
Take a seat, Mr Wilcox.
Look, you know, she was just a street kid, you know? I've got two kids of me own.
Could you come in here a minute please, Mel? He fell off the chair.
So there was no third man.
Carstairs was having sex with a young boy.
The third person in the car was a kid.
A rent boy.
Yeah, provided by Penn.
I thought I knew you better.
So did I.
I just don't know what to say.
You understand how it happened.
Can you forgive me? Would that make you feel better? A bit.
Well, I don't think I can.
I never wanna see you like that again.
There's an obvious question I wanna ask him.
What's that? Was Dave Marvin a child abuser? No.
.
.
No.
His killing bears some similarities to the others.
But it also bears a lot of differences, Spence.
I mean, Dave was killed in haste.
In comparison, it was crude, and it doesn't involve any form of sexual gratification or seduction.
I strongly suspect that Dave was killed because of what he knew.
A warning from organised crime? Yeah.
He and Bulmer turned over almost every syndicate in London.
Yeah, that's what I think.
It's gonna be 24 hours before we get Wilcox's DNA to know if he's linked.
OK.
And I can confirm that Penn isn't the killer of Dave Marvin.
I've re-checked the video footage and he was at work when Dave died.
Yeah, but he has to be part of it.
Penn's linked to all of them.
Carstairs, when they were arrested together, Tomas Barac through his brother's restaurant, and Dave Marvin as his informant.
So what about Shaugnessy? We don't know he was linked to the others.
Not yet, but there has to be something.
Penn may not be the killer, but he's the key.
He has links to Shaugnessy.
Dave Marvin was sure of it.
I'm only gonna say this once - twice if I end up in court.
I'm really sorry about what happened in the interview room.
OK? OK.
OK.
Mel, can you come with me, please? Where are we going? To see the girlplease.
And can somebody get Raymond Carstairs back inaloneplease? Get Raymond Carstairs back in No.
Alone.
Should we go in? No.
No, she's been through enough today.
OK OK, so we know the Marquis de Sade's dead, so we know it's not him, but we really don't have a clue who the killer is, do we, Greta? Well, we know he's driven, determined.
Specific is the key word for me because that suggests that he's emotionally and at least intellectually involved in this whole area, yeah? Go on.
That's all I've got to say about it, really.
Well, his fury and his drive to kill must have come from somewhere.
We're assuming it's sexual.
Because of the semen? If it is the killer's, yeah.
Frankie, can you tell if the murders were committed in the same time frame as the sexual encounters? Yes, but it's messy.
It depends if there's any difference between the oxygenation between the semen on the back and on the sheets.
So it's messy.
Yeah.
But it's possible? Yeah, it's possible.
Great.
Great.
What's that? Where did it come from? Eurgh, it's sick.
What? It's a little boy in a paddling pool.
The kid's naked.
He's playing! Haven't you upset enough people? It's just a little boy in a paddling pool.
But surrounded by all this, it is sexual, yes? Yeah.
But if you take all this world away from it, it's just a boy in a padding pool, isn't it? Yeah.
Who is it? What happened to him? What happened to the little boy in the paddling pool? HE WHISPERS What did you say? I just told her it was a picture of me, that's all.
It's a picture of me.
That was a cheap trick.
I'm sorry.
I was just trying to make a point.
Oh, really, what point is that? I'm sorryOK? I'm sorry.
Yesterday, I was on the subway and I saw this boy holding a man's hand, and the kid was about six.
I was on my way to tell Dave Marvin's partner he was dead, but I couldn't focus on that because I'm thinking is that his father's hand he's holding, or what? That's an understandable reaction.
But it's a sad reaction.
Yes.
In a civilised society, I'm wondering if the kid is all right.
I just wanted the kid to give me a sign.
Just a thumbs up, you know? Just a little thumbs up.
For your sake or for his? That's not That's not the point, though.
God, you can be so You can be annoying, all right? That's not the point.
What I'm saying is that it's our brains that have got a twisted kind of perspective.
That's why I put the damn photo up on the damn board, all right? You shouldn't assume that the people you're talking to I don't assume anything.
You have 15, 20 people working for you? I have 20 people.
20.
20.
Well, if statistics are right, chances are that two people on your team have been abused.
What's going on out there? Who knows? He fancies her, doesn't he? Grace! Did I just say that out loud? Yes, you did.
So naughty.
You really were quite cute as a child.
Does that shock you? Yes, I wonder what happened.
THEY CHUCKLE Well, you must have been pretty gorgeous yourself.
Not bad.
Were you born with brown eyes, or did they start blue and turn brown? I was born with brown eyes.
Right.
Only child? Yes.
Spoilt rotten, were you? Yup.
Little daddy's girl.
I really don't think that's any of your business.
I'm sorry.
See, I've apologised to you again, that's twice in just a Look, why don't I just say one big one now, OK? I'm sorry.
Some killers get slipshod.
The more they kill, the more confident they get.
Then they learn from earlier mistakes.
Has she got anything on the vomit? Hello? No, she hasn't yet.
Ah.
But she might have something on the Shaugnessy case.
Yep.
Given time, Boyd, I might be able to get some DNA from the leather belt or the dressing gown belt, because if they were pulled tight without gloves, there's a chance that the killer's DNA might have remained in the fibre.
From? Sweat.
Ay? Clever.
Put them back.
OK.
But, they're in bags.
Yeah, just put them back.
Oh, she's such a Bossy? That wasn't the word I wasn't thinking of.
Mm.
Just get back to Greta.
Uh? Are you feeling better? I wasn't ill.
Oh.
Something's been bothering me ever since we've met.
Mm, I have that effect on people.
You were very quiet.
Was I? Mm.
Sometimes I find it hard to express myself.
Is that why you don't teach? You don't teach, do you? I'm a better administrator.
Or is it that you don't have the patience? That, too.
I don't have much patience, either.
Oh, is that a threat? No, not at all.
You've got this all wrong.
It was obvious when your colleague dragged me and my mother in.
Superintendent Bulmer was misguided.
Mm, Superintendent Bullshit.
That man shouldn't have a badge.
He's a dangerous man.
So was your father, but you didn't say anything about him, did you? I'm sorry.
This has nothing to do with homosexuals running around on the heath, has it? Has it? No.
It's about sexand children.
Mm.
Sex and children.
Yes.
Sex and children.
Sex and children should be brushed under the carpet, don't you think? I wanna know about you and your father.
Myfather was a very complicated man.
Sometimes he could be extremely generous, almost to a fault.
But there were two sides to him, like the light and dark sides of the moon.
But he wasinspirational.
He was a motivator.
He also was an abuser.
An abuser of children.
Do you really think this started off with walking the heath? He ran a school, Boyd.
Come on - little man, ran a school.
Imagine it.
He ran a school .
.
and he was a child molester.
That's why he was killed, wasn't it? Do you recognise this man? No.
Is he dead, too? Who else knew what your father was into? Am I presumed guilty just because I knew what he did? Well, motive - it gives you motive.
It does.
We're looking for somebody like you.
Somebody who was probably a victim of abuse themselves.
Intelligent, with a desire to avenge.
Two out of three ain't bad.
Not much of a defence though, is it? Look.
I was buggered up beyond all reason.
Literally.
I tried therapy, even role-playing.
And I swear to God that most of the therapists were more screwed up than I was.
I was expected to go in there and release all my rage against my father fortaking down my pyjamas night after night after night, and all I could do was be angry at my mother.
My father screwed me up beyond recognition.
And all I do is take it out on my mother.
Do you think your mother knew what was going on? Of course she did! Why are you so sure? Because she didn't love me like my father did.
She never gave me treats.
And she never wanted to shag me.
I'm not scared of you, you know.
I haven't done anything yet.
Yet? I may not do anything, ever, to anyone.
Like what? Like what you suspect me of.
This is cause and effect.
We know the cause.
What's the effect going to be? Are you gonna tell me? I know what you're thinking.
What? When do I stop being the victim and become the perpetrator? Perpetrator of what? Inhuman passion.
Inappropriate attraction.
Uncontrollable desire.
I They're in me! I think they're in me! How do you know that? They were put in me.
Maybe by nurture or nature, but they are in me.
I can't arrest you for a crime you haven't committed.
I've always had a fear that one day the victims of sexual abuse will be tagged by the likes of you.
Statistically, I am more likely to become an abuser having been abused than you having not.
That does have a terrifying logic.
Came up with it myself.
I'd keep it to myself.
What? Like everything else? Like my childhood? Like my life now? And how do you live your life now? Boyd? In fear.
Raymond Carstairs' DNA came through and there's no match.
OK, Raymond.
You, you're an attractive man.
Thank you.
I can't believe you haven't walked down the street and not turned round after a girl who's walked past in a short skirt and an ambiguous smile.
That's true.
Then you've turned to look at her, thinking that she hasn't noticed and she turns and looks directly at you.
It's only then that you notice that you're looking at a girl of no more than 13 or 14 years old.
Yeah, that has happened - yes.
And you think, "Blimey! "I'm leering after a girl who's still doing her homework.
" Am I sick? I don't think so.
Are you sure? Simple mistake.
Thousands of people do it every day.
But I look around terrified.
Has anyone seen me? The police? CCTV cameras? The girl's father? We exert moral reason over animal instinct.
Ah.
The person that you want, Boyd, is not like you or me.
They can not even begin to rationalise, not to themselves.
They are still hurting.
They still want the ice cream.
They still crave the love of the one person who destroyed their life, but they cannot separate the ties.
So you find someone as abhorrent as your father and you have sex with them.
It's a way of getting off.
It's an exercise of self-loathing, and, believe me, it's a sorry state of affairs for anyone.
You are driven to it and you are sorry.
You're sorry? Yes - sorry.
As in pathetic.
POLICE SIREN WAILS We found nothing at Penn's.
Got him circulated but nothing's come in.
He can't have disappeared.
Where's Bulmer? Just leave it with me.
I'm not holding out on you.
Just give us an hour.
Doesn't that man understand what it means to work together as a team? When you work together as team, Greta, you're meant to share information.
The murderer harbours intense sexual outrage.
Not that kind of information! There are two forms of aggression - the killings themselves, and the mutilation.
Yup.
The carving on their backs.
Yup.
Why wasn't Wilcox targeted by the seducer or the killer? Because he's an out-and-out paedophile! The seducer is a mature woman, we know that from the DNA.
This man's tastes are strictly pre-pubescent.
All right.
Raymond Carstairs - how does he fit in? He's terrified of what he might become.
He's our victim.
He's not a killer.
Tomas Barac was a target because he was into young girls.
Whether Penn led the killer knowingly or not to the victims, we must find him.
This is the man.
This brings us back to Penn.
We must find him.
We've gotta wait for Bulmer to do that, and that is one frightening thought.
Boyd, there's a guy here to see you.
He says it's important.
Who? Era William Laurence.
Do you want me to stick around? No, you go.
OK.
Night.
Night.
Grace.
Yup.
You going home? Not yet, no.
What are you doing? I'm looking for semen.
What for? Do you know you can get that stuff on the internet? Well, I've got my own.
I'm not sure that it's sexual, on the part of the killer.
What? The semen on the bodies.
I think it's more likely to be the woman that's left it there - a last insult, a final act of debasement.
So she gets a bottle of semen and splotches it over I'll leave that to your imagination how she I'm there(!) Glad I'm not.
Vomit in the car park.
Nope, too contaminated, but I've got a print from the hotel corridor.
Whoever was sick leant over to support themselves.
Grace! The print is a nine point match, so I can't give you a conviction but I can give you a name.
From the print? No, from a previous record.
William Laurence, Heath End Lane, Hampstead.
William Laurence? Yeah.
He's here.
In the building.
OK.
Mr Laurence? Yes.
You wanted to see me.
Yes.
What did you want to see me about? Um, I have some information.
Well, I suppose you could call it information.
Yes, yes - I have some information.
What is that information? Are you in charge here? Yes.
I am Detective Superintendent Boyd.
This is my forensic psychologist.
Dr Foley.
I killed them.
I killed them all.
Shaugnessy, James Carstairs, Tomas Barac, Graham Penn.
Graham Penn? You killed Graham Penn.
Dave Marvin? I don't know a Dave Marvin.
But if he was that policeman who was killed in the car park, I assure you, that was not me.
Was helike the others? What were the others like, Mr Laurence? I saw in them a man I once was and it filled me with loathing.
What for them or for yourself? For myself, self-loathing.
Yes, of course.
I hope I don't disappoint you.
I don't care about disappointment, but if you waste my time I get I'm not! I'm not! You know that! Good.
Convince me.
What can I say to convince you? How did you leave the bodies? Very still.
Very still.
If you're referring to the mutilation, saying sorry didn't quite seemadequate.
And you just have to believe how sorry I am.
That's why I'm here, in a way - for my daughter.
For your daughter? Yes, I haven't seen her for some time.
You want to tell her you killed these men.
Of course that.
Of course, yes, that.
But other things as well.
I remember when she was 12 - just.
She always wanted to be 12 - ever since she was 10.
"Daddy, when will I be 12?" And for her 12th birthday, I abused her.
I know this is difficult for you, Mr Laurence, but I want you to tell me exactly what happened to these men.
It's hard to put into words the feeling of walking up to her room Can we start with Tomas Barac, please? The expectation.
It was as if the house was suddenly full of doors as I wandered through - opening, closing each door behind me quietly so my wife wouldn't hear.
(Don't open.
) (Please don't open!) DOOR BANGS I don't really know what I'm doing here, except I feel oddly better.
I was trying to clean up after my little girl.
That's what parents do, isn't it? Clean up after their children.
Grace, I need to see you out here, please.
Excuse me.
I've got the results back on the Shaugnessy case.
Greta's DNA is causing me concern because it's from sweat.
But it can't be, Frankie.
Well, it is.
What about the vomit.
It belongs to a female.
I found traces of a birth control pill and they're taking antidepressants.
Greta wasn't involved in the Shaugnessy investigation, she told me so herself.
My daughter doesn't know I'm here, you understand.
She doesn't know about any of this.
Are you sure about that? Of course! These murders involve a man and a woman working together.
Well, I suppose in a sense they did, except she didn't know she was involved.
She didn't.
Well, no.
DOOR CLICKS I'd like to carry on with this in a few minutes, if you don't mind? But my daughter, I need to see her now.
I understand.
You want to see Greta.
Yes.
I need to see her.
I need her to know how sorry I am.
'Shhh!' Shhh! Never tell! Never tell! Night.
Greta? Greta! Greta? MOBILE RINGS Yeah? It's me.
Penn's dead.
Yes, I know.
Greta? Greta? I just want to see her to tell her.
Why won't she let me explain? Why won't she let me say sorry? Have you thought she may be frightened of you? Would you understand that? Yes.
And have you thought that she may be frightened she might forgive you? 'It was easier when he didn't think he had anything to apologise for.
' He ruined everything and now he wants to make it better.
But, the truth is .
.
the truth is some things just don't get better.
No, they don't.
And those men he killed - I didn't really know them, butI needed them - .
.
because of him.
It's funny, isn't it? Dads never really like the men their daughters sleep with.
You should go home.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Well, we've got a lot of work to do.
I need my coat.
Yeah.
OK? Yup.
Here.
Thank you.
And your money.
Greta? What happened with Dave Marvin? I'd arranged to meet him at the car park that night.
I was going to tell him everything.
He was the only person I trusted.
And when you arrived, he was already dead.
I thought so.
Goodnight.
Night.
Greta? ECHOING MUSIC BOX PLAYS