Waking the Dead (2000) s05e05 Episode Script

'Mary!' 'Just to confirm location, the old cement works near Dagenham.
'Negative.
We have sufficient manpower.
' ECHOES OF SCREAMING Sir.
You're late.
Sorry.
What have we got? Demolition workers found the body - male, decomposed but not skeletal.
And it's a cold case because? We got a probable ID from a wallet.
Why didn't you say so? You were a little busy when I called.
Devotion to duty's a very sexy thing, Spence.
You just shouldn't do it on your own.
Who is it? Michael Sharman.
Michael Sharman? It's down here.
'Mary! Mary!' Weren't National Crime Squad on that? They wound it up last month after a year.
Got nowhere, but spent a fortune.
MUFFLED CRIES Watch where you're standing.
Yeah, OK.
Poor bastard.
Can you get that covered? Yeah, sure.
Can I go over here? Yes.
Mind the clothes.
What's this? We'll bag this, Felix, OK? Where's the new girl? She should be counting this.
The new girl's been here an hour.
You've done it already? Yes.
Without food and water, you'd last, what, four or five? Max.
He had pineapple juice and cheese slices.
Pineapple juice? He also had a torch and a pack of batteries, but they were never used.
Maybe our kidnapper had a heart of gold.
Not with that choice of food.
You want the ransom, keep the hostage in one piece.
None was demanded.
The dry atmosphere and through-draught prevented decomposition and caused partial mummification.
Also a shallow head-wound And the rest? Give me a chance.
No, it's OK, I was just Why are the shoes and the socks on the hands? Well, it's behaviour consistent with the victims of incarceration.
You think your hands are your feet? No.
When dehydration sets in, there's this frenzied attempt to escape.
That's when he'll have torn his clothes off.
ECHOES OF SCREAMING 'Mary!' Why would you take your clothes off? He'd have felt confined by them.
When the frenzy passes, there's this overwhelming need for comfort and painlessness.
The flesh on his finger tips is worn to the bone.
Look, you see? His hands will have hurt, so he needed to cover them.
With his shoes? With anything.
SCREAMING Look at this.
Looks like he tried to hack his way out.
It's resourceful, but what a waste of time.
Poor man.
You'd try anything to get out of here, wouldn't you? ECHOES OF SCREAMING He must have gone insane.
ECHOES OF SCREAMING The cheese slices had sell-by-date March 20th and March 31st .
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suggesting that the killer returned at least twice to replenish supplies.
I need the files from NCS.
They're being biked over.
Good, and contacts for Mrs Sharman, I want her to hear about this from us.
Home address and phone number.
Oh! Thank you.
You're on fire today.
New girl anxious to impress.
Give it six months and I'll be pissed off like you.
I was not pissed off.
She put you in your place there, Spence.
Oh yeah, right.
In your dreams.
Are you all right? Yeah, I need a day to process and I need more lamps and people.
That's fine.
Just do the autopsy.
What's the urgency? The guy that did this to Sharman's still breathing, but if you want more I can give it to you.
Fine.
Fine.
Thank you.
The first of the National Crime Squad files.
Sir Mrs Sharman.
Thanks for coming.
Have you ever been there? Not to my knowledge.
Maybe driven through, I don't know.
What about your husband? Did he know anyone from that area? He had lots of relationships I didn't know about.
I met Mike when he was 18 and had nothing.
I knew right there what he was, and decided I loved him enough to deal with it.
Money changed him.
He worried more.
He called it the itch.
How did that manifest itself? He started doing charity work.
He even became a governor for the primary school where our kids go.
Your kids go to state school? "It was good enough for us," was Mike's philosophy.
Our philosophy.
Don't you have fingerprints? DNA? I'm sorry.
Mrs Sharman, we're just starting our investigation.
Could it have been an accident? Somebody locked him in there.
Why didn't they ask for money? I don't know.
I would have given them everything.
I'm sure you would have.
I want to see him.
MRS SHARMAN GASPS 'Mary!' Mary! Did he suffer? It's too early to determine the cause of death.
You're trying to spare me the details.
I want to know how he died.
Mrs Sharman, we're not in a position What am I supposed to tell my kids? How am I supposed to explain this? You find the person who did this, you make them explain, and don't you dare tell me you'll try your best.
I'll find them.
What's this? It's Michael.
Ahmed, look Me, me, me, here.
Yes, it's always about you.
Kids, quiet.
OK, now.
'Here goes.
'Whatever, whenever - that's our philosophy.
'If you missed EastEnders on Monday, 'or you fancy watching The Exorcist at 7.
45 in the morning 'But nobody watches! 'I know.
Well, some people fancy watching the Exorcist at 7.
45.
'Some people who are nuts, that's who.
Right, here goes.
' 'Whatever, whenever - that's our philosophy.
'If you missed EastEnders on Monday, 'or you fancy watching The Exorcist at 7.
45 in the morning ' 'OK Some people are nuts!' 'OK.
Are you ready? Good.
'Whatever ' NCS confirm the kidnapper never made contact, even though Sharman was worth 3.
5 million.
Why was Sharman kept alive if it wasn't for money? That is the question.
He was a very rich and successful businessman.
Yes, he would've had of enemies.
None NCS took seriously.
We can go back and re-interview his old contacts.
We'd end up spending a fortune.
We're cheaper than the NCS, Spence.
OK.
Stella? March 1st 2004, the last documented movement of Michael Sharman.
I can't see with that glass board.
This is the exit road off Heathrow Terminal One.
Where'd he been? A TV festival.
That's how he made his money.
After he left, he headed for home near Guildford.
Was he picked up on any cameras? Would have if he'd taken the A3 as normal.
According to who? According to his wife.
Is that in the file? Yes.
So, what happened? The sat-nav in his car told him it was busy, so he took the back roads.
That's a clever sat-nav.
His car was found on a lay-by of the B142.
No collision damage, no trace evidence except for a piece of glass.
Scratch-resistant glass.
OK, scratch-resistant glass.
But that could've been put there at anytime, right? A witness saw a grey estate car - make unknown - parked behind Sharman's car, but it was never traced.
OK, Stella.
Trace it.
I had an exciting night.
Mummification made this tough to spot, but under lights you can make out large areas of bruising.
So he was beaten? Well, I considered that, but I opened up the bowel and found evidence of portal hypertension.
Portal, that's to do with the liver? Yeah.
The portal vein carries blood from the bowel to the liver.
If it gets blocked, the vessels can rupture in the stomach, causing a catastrophic and torrential bleed.
He died from liver failure? Well, low clotting factors certainly explain the bruising.
Now, I also found a pool of dried vomit next to his body.
What are the white bits? Pills.
Pills? Yep, toxicology will take a week, but I wouldn't bet against paracetamol.
He swallowed the pills, then he was sick, or made himself sick cos he had second thoughts? That's possible.
So he could've been alive for longer than 37 days, he just wasn't able to keep the tally going, chalk it up on the wall? ECHOES OF SHOUTING Not many yellow bits in there.
You know, I also found particles of glass in his healed head wound, and this was the glass that was recovered From the lay-by, yeah.
I know about that.
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and the torch that Stella recovered from the cement factory.
Right, don't tell me It fits? Voila.
And electron microscopy confirms that it's the same glass from his head wound.
So, it's possible that this torch belonged to the kidnapper? Hey! Wait! Excuse me.
Do you live near here? No.
So, what are you doing around here? Walking.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Stella, yeah.
I'm over here, to your left.
OK.
Come on, Grace.
What are we dealing with, a front rack sadist or what? I'm paid for informed views, not hunches.
Well, give me an informed view of the paracetamol.
Oh, OK.
I believe that Sharman was given the option to kill himself.
Why? Well, either to be cruel or to be kind.
What a choice - to perpetuate a living hell or die? That's the cruel explanation.
I'm racking my brains for the kind one.
To put him out of his misery.
I think that's a perversely favourable interpretation.
You think that's perverse? This is the victim's profile, and it includes his favourite food and drink.
Pineapple juice? And cheese slices.
We found remnants of those at the scene.
Yeah, finding out Sharman's favourite food and drink shows a grotesque desire to compensate.
That's the Stockholm Syndrome in reverse.
Yeah, it's grotesque.
The Eldritch cement works wasn't always that isolated.
Until '98 there was a mental hospital nearby.
It was pulled down in 2001.
What's your point? A list of patients and staff could be useful.
Don't see how.
Sorry, am I annoying you? Annoying me? Funny, I thought it was Boyd who'd resisted replacing Mel.
This has got nothing to do with Mel.
So you just don't like me, right? Look, I've just got some stuff on the home front, all right? What, you got binned by your girlfriend? Er excuse me, the other way around! Well, sorry and all but it's not my fault, and it's definitely not a reason for snapping at me.
Cool.
Anyway, after the hospital closed, some of the former patients stayed living there.
No food, no heating, no nothing.
Health authority was so struck with guilt, they came and flattened the place.
Oh, my God.
Not another one.
Did you make sure there weren't any more bodies? We were adamant and progressed with the autopsy last night.
It frustrates me that I can't be in two places at the same time, much as I'd like to be.
OK, he's male, as you can see, between 20 and 40 years old.
And judging by size 44 trousers and an extra-large T-shirt, significantly overweight.
Cause of death, blows to the skull times six, any one of which was hard enough to kill.
An additional blow resulted in a broken nose.
At some point he broke his left wrist, but that's an old injury.
Wherever he was killed, there would've been a lake of blood and soft tissue.
God.
So Sharman gets loo roll and food and drink of his choice, and this guy gets killed six times over.
Right, Sharman was the lucky one I'm saying the difference in the way they died could be instructive.
Yeah, the majority of blunt force killings aren't premeditated.
What else, Felix? OK.
I found a key in his jacket pocket.
It looks like it opens a house, but the fob reads something "Motors", and there's a number on the back.
Ok, all right, thank you.
Grace? So, he's killed twice.
Do you think he's going to do it a third time? Huh, your guess is as good as mine.
It's the difference in the MOs that's frightening.
Right now, the signature flourishes of a serial killer would be comforting.
Nothing you can profile? No but the lengths he went to suggest he had a plan.
'Let me out, let me out!' We stopped doing leather fobs three years ago.
Hard plastic ones only now.
When you did these leather fobs, who were they available to? People who bought or rented cars.
Customers.
A lot of people.
Mr Barnes, do you remember any customers who went missing? Wait a minute.
How many cars do you sell a year? Yep.
So over three years we're talking about 6, 000 cars? That's a long shot.
It's worth trying.
Good luck to you.
Would you remember, Mr Barnes, a man between his Yes, Russell.
a name just like that? Russell wasn't a customer.
He used to work here.
Have you found him? How well did you know him? We were born the same week, we lived in the same street.
This might sound like an odd question, but do you know if Russell ever broke any bones? Yes, his wrist when he was a kid.
His dad did it.
It is Russell, isn't it? I think there's a good chance that it is, yes.
How was he killed? We can't divulge that.
Have you spoken to his dad yet? His dad used to beat him and his mum, and the police did nothing.
So you were very close? Yeah, we were best mates.
I'm nothing special, but I used to get a lot of hassle from the blokes at school.
And Russell was your protector? He had a mouth on him.
He had to.
Everyone used to call him lard-arse when he was a kid.
And when he went missing, did you report it to the police? No.
No, because I didn't know he'd gone missing until later.
I had to let Russell go in early 2000.
He wasn't happy being mates anymore.
He was making Tina's life intolerable.
I didn't want him to lose his job though.
I called him up that Christmas to try and patch it up.
I spoke to his mum, Miriam.
She said that he'd moved out six months before, and that she'd not seen him since.
Did she mention contacting the police? She mentioned that they weren't trying very hard to find him.
Hey A fat kid, no job who'd once had a half-arsed go at topping himself You're sure it's Russell? We've matched his DNA to the hair sample in the missing persons file.
When did you last see your son? He left home on the 20th of April.
Where did he go? I don't know.
I threw him out.
I was sick of him pining for her, after she'd lost him his job.
You mean Tina in the showroom? That bitch wouldn't have got that job without him.
I told him, " As if she's ever gonna see you "as anything more than a shoulder to cry on," but he wouldn't listen.
Erm is there a Mr Tate, Miriam? John walked out when Russell was little.
He only ever came back for two things.
Money and sex, both of which he'd take whether they were on offer or not.
Your husband raped you? I always tried to keep quiet for Russell.
But then, one night John was so drunk LOUD STRUGGLING 'Dad, get off her! Get off her! 'Dad! 'I'm sorry, Dad! You're sorry? Don't hit me!' A few days later, I came home and there were all new locks and an alarm - a proper one to the police station.
Russell had been saving up the money from his paper-round for a computer, and he'd spent it making us safe.
Does this key fit those locks? When you kicked him out, didn't you wonder where he would go? I was trying to bring him to his senses.
'Mary!' 'And now a special South East News report 'highlighting public concerns raised by Care In The Community.
' 'When successive governments 'closed down mental hospitals across the country, 'the plan was that patients would be assimilated into society 'via so-called Care In The Community.
'Today, we can see in the starkest terms the ruins of that vision.
'Here in Dagenham, East London, 'the former patients of Argyle Hospital 'continue to live in the shell of the closed-down building 'where they were cared for until last December.
' VIDEO SKIPS BACKWARDS Hello again.
Hi.
No, no.
Not you, the guy on the screen.
Who is it? A former patient of Argyle Hospital.
I think he still lives near the cement factory.
That's great.
Do you have a name? Dunno.
We've picked up Russell's father, John Tate.
What've you got? Freelance truck driver.
Sounds like a right bastard.
Did 18 months for blinding a prostitute in one eye.
because she was a prostitute.
Wait a minute! Hang on a second.
Don't personalise this, all right? Stick to the facts.
Yes? Sorry, sir.
Thank you.
So, what does it say in the file? CV says he's worked in a number of haulage companies.
He's been a Heavy Goods Licence driver for 20 years.
His main employment was Samson Haulage.
Which is owned by Eldritch Cement.
What did you expect me to do? Burst into tears? That is a popular reaction when we tell people their child's been murdered.
When did you last see your son? Dunno.
When he was about 16, I suppose.
You're positive that's the very last time you saw him? Yeah.
Why's that? In April 2000, he moved out of his mother's and we haven't established where he went.
But we do have a key, and my guess is when we find the door that that opens .
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we'll know where he went.
Yep, let's go.
Hold on, let me try the key.
All right, he stayed on my settee for a couple of weeks.
And after that? He left.
I suppose he went back to his mother's.
So what? So, he didn't get there.
So, why did you lie under caution and say you hadn't seen him since he was 16? "Cattypee Blacklight"? Designed by a Milwaukee firm to locate cat urine, blood, vomit, but lighter, cheaper and as effective as the offically approved equivalent.
Are you sure about the "as effective" part? Forensic tools are like haircuts.
No correlation between outlay and result.
I can recommend a hairdresser.
It wasn't a cry for help.
Look mate, either charge me for putting a roof over my son's head or call me a cab.
Does the name Michael Sharman mean anything to you? Are you going to call me that cab? Sit down, please.
Sit down.
SIRENS OUTSIDE Bingo.
Told you they were good.
We found blood on a wall in your flat.
If it belongs to your son, we'll know in the next 24 hours.
Make sure you keep me posted.
I'll keep you posted you lying sack of shit.
Oh, God, Boyd.
You didn't just hit me, did you? Did he? Yes, I think he did.
I'd like to show you something.
Boyd! For God's sake! This is your son.
'I'm sorry, Dad! 'I'll give you sorry! Don't hit me again.
Please.
I'm sorry!' Oh, no! Did you do that to your son? No.
God, no.
We were getting on.
So, what happened? I hit him.
I know I shouldn't have done, but I hit him.
Which room were you in when you hit him? What have you got to say about this? What? The phone bill, that's what.
Calls to mobiles, calls to New York.
Who do you know from New York? I'm sorry.
Sorry? That's not getting the bill paid, is it? Don't hit me, Dad.
I cleaned him up and I apologised.
Did you take him to the hospital? No.
No, because you were on parole after your conviction for blinding a prostitute.
I did my time.
You were still on parole, you'd have gone back inside.
Russell didn't want to go to hospital.
Not as much as you didn't want him to go.
No, no, it wasn't like that.
He wasn't even angry.
I mean, he was apologising to ME.
Maybe he was just trying to get the hell away from you? Look, last thing he said to me was, "It's not your fault, Dad," dead calm and composed, like he knew it was someone else's fault and he'd just realised.
I've got a feeling he's telling the truth.
Me too.
So let's not get snagged.
"Let's not get snagged"? Caught up.
Caught up.
Let's just charge him with assault and obstruction, and move on.
OK.
And Boyd, don't ever put me in that position again.
It's a theory that suggests criminals favour locations between their anchor points.
The RAT theory? John Tate's phone summary.
OK, break it down.
Routine Activity Theory.
Right.
Work, home, significant others? Right.
Michael Sharman's abducted south-west of the M25.
We follow the M25 eastwards and we come to Ah, the cement works? Just five miles inside, yes.
Then we follow the M25 up again .
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and there is where Russell Tate worked in the showroom, just under a mile from the junction of the M11-M25.
What you're saying is this person uses the M25 as their familiar route, either through work Yeah.
It's geographically opposite where these two men were, isn't it? They're also socially opposite.
One is rich, married, popular.
The other single, friendless, unemployed.
Have you done that yet? Yes.
Calls to the International Health Authority in New York, and the UK office in Cambridgeshire.
And it also seems like he didn't follow his mum's advice.
Because? Yeah, it was after he was sacked.
He missed me, that's all.
You and Russell, you'd been friends for a long time, is that right? Right.
So, what changed? Why did he suddenly want to become your boyfriend? He was jealous.
Ah, of someone you were seeing? I'd had lots of boyfriends in the past.
Russ always had opinions about them.
This one was different.
Nick was older.
He was serious.
We didn't actually have an affair, we just talked.
So, Russell felt usurped? Nick was married, so the way Russ saw it, he was protecting me from getting hurt.
Ah, in the same way that he protected his mother? Yeah, but I didn't need protecting.
Nick was a good man.
He was a great man.
When I saw you at the car showroom, and we talked about the death of your best friend, you never mentioned this man Nick at all.
Why was that? You never asked.
How did you meet him? He came in to test-drive a car, we just clicked.
I don't know, my mum had just died and he just picked up on it straight away.
I didn't think I was showing anything.
Did you fall for him a little bit? Yeah, a bit.
I think Russell always believed we'd end up together if he waited around long enough.
When he saw Nick, he knew that was never going to happen.
If Nick and you were friends, Russell was in no position to cause trouble? No.
Was he or wasn't he? When you test-drive a car, you're required to give a home address and a contact telephone number.
So, he did cause trouble? He was going to tell Nick's wife we were having an affair and he bloody well knew we weren't.
What's Nick's last name? Henderson.
Dr Nick Henderson.
Dr Henderson, International Health Authority? Yeah, yeah.
How did you know? Where did he live? Near Guildford.
I never went to his house.
I really want you to get the bastards who killed Russell, but this has nothing to do with Nick.
We need that address.
Did I say that was delicious? Three times.
That was delicious.
More, more, more! I think we'd better go and rescue Jonathan from your son.
Ah! You found me.
Aren't you going to kill me now? What's going on here? Adam, coat.
Well? Can't decide if it's easier or harder, seeing yours.
So, she's definitely not going to take you back then? Makes everything feel so pointless, especially work.
What about your beloved patients? All right, I have some affection for them, but hey, it's not as if I'm going to find a cure for SARS, like Nick.
Well, neither is Nick just yet, though I am hoping for some good news at our conference in Vienna tomorrow.
OK, facetious comparison, but if you do, you'll go down in history.
And no GP ever went down in history? Only the ones that kill their patients! Well, that's what you'll have to do, then.
You know, that's a fantastic idea! Higher! More, more! Would you be Dr Henderson? Yes.
I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd.
This is my associate, Dr Foley.
Hello.
Hello.
I have some ID, if you'd like to see it? No, no.
That's fine.
Did you ever meet Michael Sharman? Er no, I didn't.
He lives just down the road, doesn't he? I didn't realise until I read it in the newspapers.
What about Russell Tate, Tina's friend? This is really bad timing.
This is a murder inquiry, Doctor Henderson, the timing is always bad.
Yes, I know.
It's, er it's just that my wife's pregnant, that's all.
Congratulations.
Tina told us you were close, but not physically? That's the truth.
So, what happened? You went in to test drive a car, then what? Adam! Please sit down.
We got on well and, er we were both at a bit of a low ebb.
Her mother had just passed away and she was thinking about going to college, which I was encouraging her to do.
And you? I'm a senior researcher at the Northern European office of the International Health Authority.
I have been since 1992.
Sorry, where's that? Cambridgeshire.
Oh, so that's just a commute from here? Yes, just round the M25.
Do you mind if I? No, of course.
Sorry, I interrupted you.
Sorry.
The plug had just been pulled on a series of AIDS trials that I was overseeing and which were just beginning to yield results.
I'm sure you've both experienced the frustration of budget cuts? Tell us about Russell Tate.
He was Tina's best friend.
He wasn't very comfortable with our friendship.
He started calling me up, threatening to tell my wife about the affair that I wasn't having.
Why didn't you call his bluff? People are allowed to have friends.
There was something else? Tina had just sold her mother's house, and was looking to invest the money.
Now, because of my position at the IHA, I had the inside track on certain investment opportunities.
"Inside track," as in insider dealing? Well, actually the information is in the public domain, but let's just say my superiors wouldn't be very happy that I was bringing it to an outsider's attention.
Why did you? Adam do me a favour and go back to your bedroom.
Oh! How old? Seven years old.
The reason why was because I wanted to help a friend.
Ah, so Tina told Russell about the investment offer and he smelled leverage? Yes, he told her that either she'd go to jail or she'd never see her money again.
What did he tell you? To end my friendship with Tina, or he'd bring my offer to the attention of the IHA executive.
Was this threat made face-to-face or on the phone? On the phone.
How did you take it? Very seriously.
I withdrew the offer and I never saw Tina again.
OK, thanks for your time.
My pleasure.
Can I just ask you, who is that? Oh, that's me with Professor George Rosenthal.
Ah yes, Nobel Prize winner? That's right.
He's my boss.
Really? Well, I'm impressed.
I need to know what you were doing the night Michael Sharman was abducted.
So if you could check, it's March 1st 2004.
March 1st? Right, well I'll check my diary, speak to my secretary.
OK, thank you.
Now, tomorrow I'm in Vienna giving a lecture, so apart from that, I'll either be here or at my office.
I'll just give you my pager number.
Leave me a message, I'll get back to you within the hour.
All right.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Right, bye.
I think he's a complete Oh! Sorry.
What day of the week was it that Sharman went missing? It was a Monday.
Oh, then, I was I was, I was at my squash club.
Same partner, same day, same court for the last 15 years.
OK, well I'll need to speak to that partner at some point.
Well, actually, you've just missed him, but it shan't be a problem.
OK, sorry.
Bye.
Bye.
Julia, I promise nothing happened.
Stop saying that.
It's the truth.
I believe you.
I'm just upset that you felt the need to talk to someone else about it.
You mentioned in passing that the AIDS trials had been cancelled.
I'm sorry.
No, I should've picked up on it.
You're always so bloody modest and reticent about your work.
It's one of the things I used to love about you.
"Used to love about me"? By the way .
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I didn't mention that you knew Sharman, or that we bumped into him that day in the high street.
Why not? Well, they didn't ask and so I let it go.
Well, what if they ask me, or they find out? I don't think either eventuality's very likely.
All right.
LOUD STRUGGLING Right, thank you.
Sir? Yeah.
Henderson and Dr Lynch have played there every Monday for as long as anyone remembers.
Shit! What? His squash thing panned out.
Check his tax, DVLA, anything.
Anything you can get me on Henderson, all right? It's not often that I get a hunch, is it, Grace? You just don't like him though, do you? You're not asking me to personalise this situation are you? Sorry.
I wouldn't dare, no.
You don't like him though, do you? No I don't.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS DI Jordan.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, thanks for getting back.
Mm-hmm.
Gordon Christie? Right.
Manslaughter? You heard about Michael Sharman? Yeah, they've found another body in the same place.
The weirdest thing's just happened.
It's possible the police might question you about my movements the night that Sharman was abducted.
YOUR movements? I know.
Why? The other person they've found I knew him, vaguely.
That, coupled with Julia's connection to Sharman well, look, the long and the short of it is I need an alibi for the night that Sharman went missing.
When? When was that? It was, er Monday 1st March last year.
Monday? So, we were here? No.
No, I couldn't make it.
I was in the EU-Africa conference in Cairo.
That's right.
The truth is .
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I flew back that morning.
I messed up.
A 22-year-old lab technician.
Nick Nick! It's not funny.
I'm not laughing, I'm in shock.
YOU playing away does not compute.
I flew back .
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to accompany her to a termination.
You REALLY messed up.
That night I drove around for hours and hours.
I just couldn't bring myself to face Julia or you or anyone.
Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm not sure I do.
I need you to tell the police that we played squash that night.
Look, just come clean about it.
Julia will never find out.
I can't risk it.
It was just after her father died, she'd never forgive me.
But she won't find out.
Please.
Please.
I've thought about this.
It's the only way to kill it dead.
Nick, if it comes out I lied, I'll be struck off.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Do whatever you want.
I deserve it anyway.
Spence.
Gordon Christie, a clinically diagnosed delusional with a conviction for manslaughter.
No wonder he didn't want to be found.
I wouldn't say that.
Why? He walked in 20 minutes ago.
You've been checking up on me.
I don't like it.
You shouldn't have run, makes policemen suspicious.
I might know the bloke you're looking for.
Yeah? We only knew him as the doctor.
He never told us his name.
I was a patient at Argyle Hospital and when they closed it down, some of us most of us weren't up to it - the big, bad world.
Yeah, I saw the Amanda Jenkins report.
Good old Amanda.
She really put us on the map for 10 minutes.
We had goody bags, blankets, more reporters than you could shake an axe at, and a few amateur Samaritans.
HE was one of the latter.
Tell me about this " doctor".
He turned up every day for months, even set up a little office, desk, chair.
Told us what to do, got to know our medical histories.
Well, not me, but the others.
You weren't having it? I told him he was nuttier than the rest of us, and he'd better stay out of my way.
What did he say? He laughed like a drain and said, "Gordon, in the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king.
" When did you last see this doctor? Go on.
Day the demolition blokes turned up.
They brought along a few coppers cause they figured we're not going quietly.
And so, we're all looking to the doctor to make our case.
But the doctor wasn't there? Climbing out the back window faster than a speeding nun.
Why do you think it's the bloke we're after? I saw him come back last summer a couple of times.
Did he arrive in a car? Car.
A grey estate.
Make? Sorry, no good with cars.
What about faces? Photographic.
Great.
That's him.
Thank you.
"Simon heard something rustling in the trees.
"He turned to see a terrible dragon bearing down on him, "and felt a sharp claw in his arm.
"He tried to flee, but the dragon's grip was like iron.
"The creature started breathing fire from his scaly nose "and Simon knew he was done for.
"Suddenly he woke up, "and his father was stroking his forehead and saying, "'Simon, wake up.
It's time for tea.
' "He hugged and kissed his father, "and then he ran downstairs to his mother.
"It had been nothing more than a horrible dream.
" 'Let me out! 'Please!' You're going to miss your flight.
Nonsense.
Did you speak to the people about my credit card? They won't speak to me because it's in your name.
I'll call them from the car.
I packed your brown suit for tomorrow.
Don't wear a tie.
Why not? You're the keynote speaker.
You can afford to be relaxed.
OK, tie shall remain in case.
Tie isn't in case, in case you're humouring me.
Oh, God! That's a terrible pun.
I'm seven months pregnant.
You're lucky I'm still speaking to you.
Knock 'em dead.
Indulge me, Grace.
OK.
Felix is 99% sure that there is no sexual element to these murders.
Because the bodies weren't interfered with? Correct.
But he could have been standing up there getting his rocks off over them.
Of course.
He could have been getting his rocks off - as you so delicately put it - by his sense of power over their entrapment, but the different methods of these killings indicate that there was no sexual element to them.
If Henderson killed them, my guess is that it's the product of some sort of third life somewhere.
Not home, and not the International Health Authority? And this third life's got a stage somewhere.
The cement works? No, I don't think it is the cement works.
I think the cement works enables this other life to continue, but what it is and what he does there, I have no idea.
SCREAMING 'Whatever, whenever - that's our philosophy.
'If you missed EastEnders on Monday, 'or you fancy watching The Exorcist at 7.
45 in the morning, 'or you want to check out that Ricky Villa's winner 'in the 1982 Cup Final ' So, how's your hotel? 'It's perfect.
' Right in the heart of the city, but it's quiet as the grave.
I can just see Stephansdom.
Sounds beautiful.
'Well, next time you'll have to come with me, won't you?' You've been saying that for the past 10 years, you terrible man.
Have I? Sorry.
Get some rest.
Love you.
'I love you too.
' 'Mary!' The fact remains Henderson wasn't doing anything criminal.
Exactly.
It's a reagent blue.
It goes blue when it reacts with blood.
Just look at the pictures! For five weeks Michael Sharman was trapped in a cave, the flesh ripped off his hands, all right? Ah, my head.
You took a bit of a tumble, but you'll be all right.
I should see a doctor.
This police visit is a crude intimidation tactic.
Are you angry with us or with Nick for making you lie under caution? What do you mean? But he won't kill her, will he? Yeah.
But HE'll think of it as sparing her.
Conversion by reirei.