All language subtitles for 906 The Meaning Of Death 2-eng

Here it comes.

Thanks. This is a comparison of DNA
taken from the body in the grave,

and from a toothbrush that
belonged to David Stubbs.

It matches, it's him.

His mother's coming to hear the
results. How much does she know?

She knows he was found in
his grandfather's grave.

She doesn't know that
it looks as though he was alive
when he was buried.

Does she need to know that?
She's asked to see the body.

Well, you should do your best
to put her off.

Well, you can't stop her
if she wants to see him.

Some people don't believe it
until they see it.

I know.

But it's her son in there.

I think maybe I should do this.

Sure?

Just don't let her see the body.

Oh, please. No.

Not David. I'm sorry. Who did this?

We hope to find out more
from the post-mortem.

Can I see him?

You have the right to, of course,
but I'd advise you not to.

Many changes have occurred
to the body.

He was my baby, my boy.

From what I've read of David's work,

he had a strong belief
that death was not the end.

You did well there, Nikki.

I remembered that stuff about
the resurrection of the body
from my gran's funeral.

Wouldn't want too many resurrections
of the body. We'd be out of a job.

I worry about you.

You'll be speaking in tongues next.

When are you going to accept
the truth, sinner?

I wish I could find some truth right
now. Still looking for a reason?

I'm not sure there is a reason.

There's a reason for everything.

Well, perhaps you could help me
find one because at the moment
I am at a loss to explain why

a perfectly healthy young woman
drowns in three inches of water.

Ready for this? Think so.

The body looks to be that
of a young adult male.

Conspicuous signs
of wet decomposition.

The wrists are tied with wire.

There are also marks on the ankles
consistent with bindings
that are no longer there.

Multiple linear wounds of varying
depths around the ligatures.

Suggests desperate attempts
to get free.

The mouth is open

and what appears to be soil
in the back of the pharynx.

I think he WAS buried alive.

The larynx is filled
with watery soil.

Further soil is present
in the esophagus
and trachea bronchial tree.

And...

Paper?

More reading material for Sykes.

What are we dealing with, Leo?

Not sure I want to find out.

They still on the multiple killings?

Yes.
It's getting grizzlier by the day.

Lucky them.

Joke.

So what have you got to stop me
arresting the wife beater?

You don't have enough evidence
to arrest Chris Pivcevic.

We know nobody else
could have got in to kill her.

Perhaps nobody did.
Perhaps it was something
physiological, natural causes.

You missed something
in the post-mortem? Great.

So what now? I'm waiting
for the histology section -
see if they tell us something.

Tell us something you missed
the first time round you mean.

Look, it doesn't matter
who found the fingerprint,

or who spotted the DNA, or who
realised the necklace wasn't stolen.

It's not about looking good!

It's about finding the truth.
It's a process.

All sweetness and light?

He's like Columbo on speed.

How's yours?

Oh, he's really pretty good.

He seems to agree with me.
You mean he's dangerously insane?

It's near impossible
to concentrate today.

Doesn't feel right
without Henry here.

What is it?
There's a bloke hanging around.

Where?

I can't see anyone.

He was just there. Well,
I'll go and have a proper look.

There's still no through line.

There's no motive
that links them all.

Must be the same person but he's got
an interesting range of techniques.

From the controlled to the frenzied.

I can't work out whether
we're dealing with someone

who's ruthlessly deliberate
or haphazardly unpredictable.

As opposed to a well-rounded
individual, you mean? Hello!

Let's have a look at this paper then.

We'll confirm, but it could be from
the same publication, Ethics Today,

that was used in the ransom note. Do
you want to see something clever?

Now, the text has been damaged by
internal acids, but if we use this
special illumination like so...

Hey presto!

The UV light is set at a frequency
that allows even pigment...
Yeah, it's OK, Frank.

Resurrection of Je...

Jesus...drama...

plications...for 'nkind.

''The resurrection of Jesus has
dramatic implications for mankind.''

We probably don't have enough words
here to determine
which article this came from.

I know where this came from.

This was a piece by David Stubbs.
It was the piece that Paul Fordyce
objected to so forcefully.

It makes perfect sense.

Perfect, sick sense.

''If the resurrection of Jesus has
dramatic implications for mankind

''then it must have dramatic
implications for philosophy.

''It dares to answer the question
that philosophers have
been seeking an answer to.

''The fact that it's an unexpected,
outrageous answer is no grounds
for dismissing its veracity.''

How does this help us?
He killed Dave Stubbs. Who did?

Paul Fordyce.

Paul Fordyce showed utter contempt
towards Stubbs and his, how does he
put it, metaphysical mumbo jumbo.

Don't you see it? He made him
eat his own words, literally.

He buried him alive. He was making a
sick point about the resurrection.
It's a bit of an imaginative leap.

It's a symbol with an obvious
meaning. So he killed Lucy Philips?
Yes. And Tony Lane, Henry Elliot?

What was the name given by the
person who called Tony Lane out?

Jeremy Bentham.

A philosopher's name.
He's our man, Leo.

OK, so he disliked Dave Stubbs'
world view? What about the others?

Why not? Why stop at one?
Especially if you have a supposed
philosophical justification for it.

I read his articles. All that
struff about the universe being
indifferent to pain and suffering.

And there being no point in using
terms like ''good'' and ''evil''. You
remember the piece I told you about?

This is a guy who sees no objection
to people suffering

if it is necessary
for the production of a great man.

I don't know.

Hello? Tom? It's Nikki.

Is this a bad moment?

Ah, no worse than usual.

You sound like you're
in a train station.

Yeah, there's
Lots of people coming and going here.

Listen.
The paper in Dave Stubbs' stomach.

It's an article
he wrote for Ethics Today.

Before he was buried alive,
I think he was forced to swallow it.

Who would want to make him
eat his own words?

The creep who doesn't need a crutch.

You shouldn't be using that in here.

It's police business. Tom?

Where are you?
I'll tell you later. I've gotta go.

sorry. This dose was much stronger,
so expect to feel worse tomorrow.

Thanks for coming.

How's things?

very busy. So let's stick to the
real reason why you asked me here.

You said it was important.

I need you to loan me
your share of the estate.

I'll repay you in two years,
with interest.

I need you to help me, Nik.

Help you what? Sort out your debts
or have you found another sure-fire
investment that can't lose?

I made a bad mistake with the cars.

I was tempted and I succumbed.

It was a mistake. I admit it.

But I am tying to right that error.

Can't you see that?

I need you to believe me on this.

That requires faith
that I just don't have.

There isn't anyone else I can ask.

What do you want me to do?
I need you to just sign the papers

from the solicitor, approving the
release of your share of the will.

I see. You've made all the
arrangements already, have you?
I will pay you back.

I'd really appreciate it, Nik.

I'll think about it.
Do you have to go so soon?

Yeah, I've got a lot to do.

You're more interested
in dead people than the living!

At least the dead don't lie.

We'd like to take a sample
of your DNA.

Dr Alexander
could take it if you agree.
Fine.

I'm happy to be of help.

OK. Dave Stubbs attended a family
funeral on December the 7th.
It was a Tuesday.

Can you remember where you were?

Yes. I was here.

In London.

I remember that much because he
asked me to hold the fort while he
went to his grandmother's funeral.

Grandfather's.

Whatever. He said he'd
be attending a funeral.

Well, we have found your editor.

Gosh.

Where? In Africa?

No, in a grave near
his parents' home in Surrey.

He was buried alive.

How extraordinary.

What's particularly extraordinary
about it, well apart from the fact

that he'd been buried alive,
was that he'd been made to swallow
a page from his own magazine.

An article he'd written.

A piece
you described as ''mumbo jumbo''.

- What are you implying?
- Nothing.

It's just an odd coincidence.

I object to the insinuation,

both personally and philosophically.

Coincidence is a by-product of the
random universe, separate events

linked by nothing more than
man's desire to create meaning.

Some people see meaning
in connected events.

That's because you are desperate
for answers that are not forthcoming

and attributing meaning to events
where there really is none.

I strongly disliked Mr Stubbs'
world view and objected to him

infecting the journal with it,
but I'm not so callous as to not
see the tragedy in all of this.

Although in an indifferent universe
there's no room for tragedy,
is there?

You've been reading something more
than women's magazines.

You made him swallow his own words.
Doctor Alexander...

It's all right.

I came in to help solve
these atrocious crimes.

Yes, if you could take
the DNA sample, Doctor Alexander.

Thank you, Mr Fordyce.
If you would just open your mouth.

Tom, you saw how he reacted,
how he shifted when you mentioned
the article.

His whole antagonism
to Dave Stubbs' beliefs.

It's not enough. You can't charge a
man because he believes in nothing.

Tom? God, what's wrong with you?

It's the chemo.

Chemo? I have cancer.

What do you mean?

What sort of cancer?

The sort that kills you quickly.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I didn't think it was relevant.

Tom, you have cancer.
That is relevant.

What's the prognosis?

80-20 against me surviving the year.

They never really know, people do
de_ these predictions. Let's hope.

Can we change the subject?

Shouldn't you be making the
most of your life instead of
chasing after murderers?

Well, I figured if I kept busy, it
might just go away. Oh, right. That's
very sensible of you, very male.

You know,
that guy really made me sick.

Hi.

Leo, I've finished the histology
on Dawn Pivcevic

and all the organs are normal
except for this.

I think the endometrium shows
changes of pregnancy and there's a
cluster of cells from an embryo.

She was pregnant?

Yes, just a few days.

You were lucky to sample
the right bits for histology.

They couldn't get pregnant,
that's why they'd come off IVF.

It's not unusual for couples to
come off IVF and then get pregnant.

That's how Theresa
got pregnant with Cassie.

Morning sickness.

She was making the doll throw up.

Who? The little girl at the scene.
She wasn't re-enacting Dawn's death,

she must have seen her
vomiting at some time.

Early stages of pregnancy could
bring on nausea and vomiting
and faintness.

Especially with the
remaining hormones from the IVF.

And if she got a bit tipsy...
She could easily faint.

How am I going to
explain to the husband

that his wife,
who couldn't get pregnant,

got pregnant,
which in part killed her?

If it wasn't so tragic
it would be a joke.

Hello.

Hi. We've met before.

At the garden centre. Oh, yes.

Didn't you work for Henry Elliot?
Yes.

Ah, is Detective Chief Inspector
Tom Wimber here? No, I'm afraid not.

Oh, the police station
said he would be here.

You've just missed him. Oh.

Are you OK?
Um, maybe you could help.

Um, do you think we could
talk inside?

Sure. It might be nothing.

We had this guy hanging
around the garden centre.

Elly, our receptionist,
saw him across the road two days
before Henry Elliot was killed.

Did you confront him?

To be honest, um, I was afraid.

Ah, I know him.

He's this guy I was at college with,
we did the same philosophy course.

This bloke called Paul Fordyce.

Paul Fordyce?
Yes. Do you know him? The police are
already questioning him.

What, in connection
with these murders?

I thought he was weird,
but not a killer.

I can't talk about the case.
You'll have to talk to the police.
You don't think he's after me?

Well, I don't know. Ah, can you
think of any reason why he might be?
No! Ah, I, I hope not.

I haven't seen him since college.

I didn't have you down
as an academic.

No, I, I'm not. Which is why I left.

I found the philosophy too dry.

I wanted to
get on with life instead of talking
about what it means all the time.

So what can you tell me about Paul
Fordyce? Ah, I didn't know him well.
He was something of a recluse.

He was arrogant.

He saw himself as a proper
nihilist. He was into Nietzsche.

''That which does not kill us
makes us strong'' etc.

I had an argument with him
about it once in the pub.

He talked about
tying to live by those ideals.

He disliked people -
he regarded them as his inferiors.

He saw himself as a great man.

Superior to the rim-ram.

Oh, the bungled and the botched
as Nietzsche would say!

Well, that explains his arrogance.

Is he seriously under suspicion
for three murders though?

Really, I can't discuss it.

Take a seat.

Can I get you anything?

I'm fine.

I've, um, I've completed some
microscopic tests on Dawn.

And...they show
a very early pregnancy.

Maybe just a few days.

But...

the results are irrefutable.

It does give us an explanation
of what happened.

I think that she fainted.

So combination of the effects of

IVF hormones and the pregnancy
itself and alcohol would be enough.

And when she fell...

she struck her head and remained
unconscious long enough to drown.

It makes me very angry

that such a thing can happen. But...

All right. If it's the truth.

It's all right.

She said...

she had a dream she was pregnant.

I know this. Have you, um,

have you seen the original? No.
It's in the National Galley.

It's worth looking at, in the flesh
so to speak. It's very impressive.

Are you religious? No.

But, ah, I'm drawn to these images.

Why?

Looking for reassurance, I suppose.

Have you found it?

No.

But I keep going back to look.
Just in case.

So, um, what am I supposed
to do about this Paul Fordyce?

I'll let the police know
and you should talk to them.

I can get them to pick you up
from here if you like?
Oh, no. I'll be OK.

Silly boy.

I had a chat with the pathologist.

They're doing quite well.
What do you mean?

They're connecting you
with three murders.

Don't get all hu_.
It's the truth, isn't it?

We, or rather you,

left a messier trail
than I hoped we would.

We were doing so well too.

That rich girl was good,
I liked that.

Fake ransom note was a little
elaborate, but it was creative.

The note was incredibly unlucky.
And then there was the pizza boy.
Loved that. Straight to the point.

But you ruined it all from
the very start with the Christian.

It wasn't so clever making Stubbs
swallow the article.

It's a pity it proved as
indigestible as you said it was.

I don't know why I did that.

I got carried away.
Ah, that's the thing.

You get carried away.

I hadn't counted on you being
so histrionic.

Look what happens when
you try one on your own.

You're not really a man of action.

You're better suited to the desk,
to study,

to the... How did Hegel put it?

The adoration of the question mark.

An_ay...my real bone of contention

is you going and killing Henry
all on your own.

What the hell did you do that for?

It was against everything
we had agreed - random selection.

When they came to me about the note,
you doubted me.

I doubted your ability to execute a
murder without broadcasting it to
the world. And so has it proved.

I wanted to show you that
I have a heart for this. Heart?

Heart is exactly what we don't need.

We started this because we could.

We didn't want reasons.

We didn't need anything
a crass as a reason.

Pure killing without motive.

Wasn't that our challenge?

And then you go and kill my boss.

You tying to make things easy
for them?

I mean, I like a challenge, but...

Well, that was just stupid.

Don't worry.

They have no idea who killed Henry.

What are we gonna do?
We'll go back to basics.

We'll mess up the pattern
that they think is emerging.

What do you suggest?

I've got you a double. Is that OK?

Beats chemo! Cheers.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS

sorry.

Yes?

Nik? Did you get the paperwork?

Yes. I haven't had time to
Look at it. Nik, I really need you
to sign it.

Soon. Nikki?
I will. But right now I'm...

Don't tell me, you're busy. Yes.

OK. I'll sign them and send them.

Thanks. I have to go.

Gas company?

My father.

He's in prison for fraud.

When my grandmother died,
she left us some money.

He says it's to pay back
the people he's defrauded.

It's all done under this pretence of
''I wanna get to know you better.''

Can't blame him for that.
What do you mean?

Well, he must be very proud of you.

Must want to have
a relationship with his daughter.

Yeah, I just don't trust
that that is what he wants.

Sounds like he's tying to put
things right, paying people back.

Maybe you need to stop being
embarrassed by him and forgive him.

You really say what
you think, don't you?

I haven't got the energy or
the time to pretend any more.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS

sorry.

Oh, it's Leo.

Hello?

Yeah, he's right here.
Why? What's happened?

You're right.

It's so much better, purer, just...

to do it,

without recourse to who or why.

When do we kill again?

I think that'll be your last one.

What?

You've made too many mistakes.

But you said yourself,
the less we care, the more likely
we are to get away with it.

I'm not sure we have
the same motivation.

But I do. I have the same ideals.

I've shown that, haven't I?

I don't believe I have any ideals.

But you do.

All that you said to me,
the first time we decided to do it
about practising what we preach.

I did it to see if we could
and then I did it
for the pure love of killing.

But you... I can't help thinking
you've done it because of me.

For me.

Yes.

But I also did it because...

because, cos I...
I didn't want to be a hypocrite.

I wanted to break free
of the usual constraints.

And yes because of you, Richard.

I admired you.
You're not like everyone else.

The rim-ram.

You're unique.

Hi.

Her name's Carla Burns,
lives around the corner.

Looks like she was
coming home from work.

OK, clear.

Anything left in her bag?

There was money still in there.
Doesn't look like a robbery.

Broad daylight,
no attempt to hide the body.

Another victim lying face up.

We've a weapon!

Even as we speak they'll be looking
at the body of the woman you killed.

WE killed.

Our clever friends will be
piecing it all together,
tying to make sense of it all.

I'm tired of all this
Miss Scarlet in the ballroom
with the dagger crap.

It's all so crass.

Socrates was right,

the noble cause is
to resist no more.

What do you mean?

We've been pretending for too long.

Pretending that we don't care
about life, and yet we cling to it.

We try and preserve it
at the expense of others.

If we're so nihilistic,

why do we cling to life with such
desperation like everyone else?

But we're not like everyone else.

No.

Let's deprive them

of the explanations they so crave.

Let's prove
how little this life means.

Why are you talking like this?
To take your own life is the only
true response to the universe.

Why don't you join me?

Let's do the one pure thing we can.

Let's stay free.

Cause of death 1A,
stab wounds to the back.

The most important of which
in relation to cause of death

is stab wound two, which
is a track puncturing the heart.

Thanks.

Forensics on the knife.

Dimensions suggest it could easily
have been the same one to kill her,
Tony Lane and Henry Elliot.

SOCO say it's covered in prints.

Paul Fordyce.

There's no obvious signs
of anyone else being present.

We'll confirm at the PM,
but at the moment everything points
towards self-suspension.

Doesn't look as if there are other
marks on the neck to suggest someone
strung him up after ligature.

I just don't want to believe it.

All this wisdom didn't
do you much good, did it?

Kept his specs on.

There's a large fingerprint
in the middle of the glass.

Help!

Tom! Tom? It's OK, Tom,
we'll get you to the hospital.

Are the paramedics still here?

Get the ambulance back! Tom?

I don't wanna go. You have to.

I don't wanna go there. We just
need to get you to the hospital
and they'll be able to help.

I don't wanna die alone.

I'm afraid.
Someone called an ambulance?

I think it's time you took a sickly.

Let's see if we can get you
more comfortable.

Don't be afraid.

All that struff about
the resurrection.

About there being something else
after this. Do you believe it?

Don't say that you do
to make me feel better.

I believe...
that you shouldn't be afraid.

Hi
I'm here to see Victor Alexander.

You're his daughter, yes? Yeah.

Your father left us yesterday.

What? He's been released.

He didn't tell you? No.

Failed to mention it.

So this is the cause
of all the trouble.

Expecting something more impressive?

It's amazing what a collection
of flesh and bones is capable of.

Hello.
We have someone else in the room.

Leo? Print on the glasses isn't
Paul Fordyce's and we can't
find a match on the database.

Someone helped him kill himself?

Or we've been dealing with
a double act.

'We have entrusted
our sister Vivian to God's mercy and
now we commit her body to the ground.

'Earth to earth.

'Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust

'in the sure and certain hope
of the resurrection to eternal life
through our Lord Jesus Christ#

'I know this. Have you, ah,
have you seen the original?

'It's worth looking at,
in the flesh so to speak.

'It's very impressive.
Are you religious? No.

'But I'm drawn to these images. Why?

'Looking for reassurance,
I suppose#

Richard!

This glass is new. There'll be
two sets of prints on it.

One will be mine, the other will
match the print you're looking for.

Nikki? The other print belongs to
the person who helped Paul Fordyce

kill Dave Stubbs, Lucy Philips, Tony
Lane, Henry Elliot and Carla Burns,
and Paul Fordyce himself.

The guy who came here and said he
was being followed by Paul Fordyce.

The guy who picked up that picture
and said that he liked looking

at these images just to see if
they hinted at the life beyond.

Who couldn't resist
turning the bodies over
so he could look into their eyes.

Richard Henderson. It's a match.

Armed police. Armed police!

Area one, clear!

Area three, clear.

Room clear, stand down.

Is there any news on Richard yet?

Well, he wasn't at the flat.

We've done our bit.

You've certainly done yours.

You all right?

He'll run.

Start afresh.

They've sent out an alert
to all airports and stations.
But what if he's already gone?

Hello?

What?

Fantastic.
OK, just hold on, would you?

Someone matching the description
of Richard Henderson boarded
the Eurostar to Brussels.

The police picked him up at Ashford.
They've got him!

I've been tying to work out
what I did wrong.

Come on, it's killing me, what
was it? Something I said or...
It was something you touched.

The picture.

Caught out by Jesus!

How irritating! Irritating?

Is that your summary of
what's happened? Oh, please,

don't expect me to express guilt.

Come on!
You killed those people. Why?

Do we have to?

Why?

No reason. Is that
all you have to say on the matter?

What is this need to have
a reason for everything?

Oh, of course, I forget,
you're a pathologist.

You tend to be very literal
about things like reasons.

When you killed them,

when you looked into their eyes,
what were you hoping to see?

Nothing. Nothing?

Killers meet the same end as saints.

There is no heaven, no hell
no final judgment. You hope'!

Aren't you gonna ask me
if I had a troubled childhood?

try and unravel
the meaning of it all?

I've got more meaningful things
to do with my life.

Tom?

I'm still here.

I've been thinking.
Not about work, I hope.

About you.

Really?

I've been thinking
about you and your father.

You need to forgive him.

If you don't want to end up like me.

What do you mean? Bitter.

Bitter about what?

Not marrying.

Not having children.

Buying my life in my work.

You have a father.

Whatever he's done in the past,

forgiving him

is better than ignoring him.

Tom, you shouldn't be
spending your last...

What, lecturing you?

Why not?

I hope your gran is right.

About what? The next life.

Specially that bit
about the new body.

I'm gonna need that!

If we don't get new bodies,
it'll be easy to spot
the post-mortems in heaven.

Thanks for being here.
I'm glad I'm here, Tom.