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Can you offer
any hope for the unemployed?

I think
it's going to be very difficult

to get it down significantly in 1983.

Drifters who've strayed to London

in the expectation of
streets paved with gold

and beacon lights
that would guide them to prosperity.

You go to the Job Centre.
"Well, where d'you live?"

"No fixed abode".

"Sir, we're sorry, we can't help you
with a job".

There's a growing army
of younger people looking for work

or a new life.

What they need is a secure home

with a job,
but often they're denied either.

The first thing that they find

is that London isn't
what it appears to be on television.

They've often
deliberately cut all links with the past

and this makes them an easy target

for exploitation
by criminals or conmen.

It's an increasingly violent place

particularly for young people.

- Come on, in you go. Come in.
- Thank you.

Love, Tilly's here.

Just through here.

Thanks.

Oh, hey, Peter.
Sorry to come so early.

Just... give me two secs.

There we go.

They said there should be
some cricket pads?

Well, it's February.

The boys won't need 'em
until the summer term.

I'll see them
before then, surely?

Let me get them.

I'm sorry, Peter.

It's not your fault.

Ah...

Thanks.

Sorry again for the intrusion.

Till, hang on a minute.

Look, I...

I know you're trying to be
a good friend to Carol

and... I don't want you
to get in the middle.

But...

it can't keep going on like this.

It's crazy.

Whatever happened
between me and her

the boys have got
nothing to do with it.

Please.

I miss 'em.

I'll speak to her.

Thank you.

Morning.

Anything on the overnight?

Not much.
Another burglary in Wood Green

but that's about it.

Any witnesses?

It was only called in
half an hour ago, Guv.

Can you take a statement
on your way home?

- The boss in?
- Yep.

- Guv?
- Yeah?

Steve called.

They've found suspected human remains
in Muswell Hill

in a... in a drain.

- Remains?
- That's what he said.

Did he give you an address?

Yeah, said "23 Cranley Gardens".

OK, uh, if he calls again,
tell him I'm on my way.

I thought you were giving up?

I am.

Mr Cattran called this in.

- Alright?
- How do you do?

I was telling the officer, I was called here
last night because of a blockage.

There was a lot more, but when I got back
this morning, it had gone.

- Could it have unblocked itself?
- No way.

You'd have to get in there
and clear it by hand.

Plus, one of the ground floor
tenants heard

someone rooting around
here last night.

Do you know how far
the blockage goes up?

About halfway.

But the middle flat's unoccupied

so it must have come
from the top floor flat.

He's the one that reckoned
it was KFC last night.

That has to be human, right?

- Thank you, Mr Cattran.
- That it?

Uh, we'll contact you to come down
the station for a statement.

Right.

Do you think he wanted a medal?

What d'you reckon?

Well, let's get them down
to pathology.

Confirm they're human.

Is he home?

At work, apparently.

The Job Centre, Kentish Town.

What d'you wanna do?

Well, I guess we wait.

Aye.

I knew you were gonna say that.

Dennis Nilsen?

Aye.

My name is Detective
Chief Inspector Peter Jay

and this is Detective
Inspector Steve McCusker.

We'd like to talk to you
about your drains.

Since when were the police
interested in drains?

Let's talk about that upstairs,
shall we?

Alright.

What's this about?

Human remains have been
found in the drains outside.

Right.

Come on in.

Good girl, good girl.

Don't worry, she's very friendly.

Right, don't muck me about.

Where's the rest of the body?

In the cupboard.

Dennis Nilsen, I am arresting you
on the suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,
unless you wish to do so

but what you do say
may be given in evidence.

Don't let anyone up there
'til the pathologist gets here.

So, are we talking about
one body or two?

Fifteen or sixteen, I think.

So, what do we know?

At least one victim.

Partial remains found in a bin liner
in his cupboard.

A young male, judging by the torso.

But going by the smell in the flat,
I'd say there were a lot more.

But there's no actual
evidence of 16 bodies, is there?

It's off limits 'til morning.

Too damp.

We've secured the scene,
but apparently, we risk contamination

if we go in too early.

What he was saying in the car
was pretty convincing, Guv.

Why were you talking to him
in the car?

Well, I was just...

What if he says that confession
was given under duress?

If he's telling the truth we're gonna have
the eyes of the world on us.

We have to do this
by the book from now on.

We need him to identify the remains
before we can charge him.

What do you reckon?

I think we're gonna get a lot more bees
with honey than with vinegar.

Thank you.

- Sorry for the late call, Ronnie.
- No, that's OK.

I'd like a few minutes with my client
if it's possible?

- We're doing it in there, are we?
- Yeah, I thought it'd be

a bit more comfortable
for everyone.

I'm Ronald Moss...

This evening,
two police officers entered your flat.

There they found the remains of a man.

Do you want to explain that?

In what context?

How did it get there?

Have you searched
the rest of the flat yet?

We're in the process of that, as we speak.

You'll find more in the, uh, tea chest
in my bedroom

and in the turned-up drawer
in my bathroom.

All in all,
the remains of three people.

In the car, you said that
there was more.

I must advise my client...

195 Melrose Avenue, N2.

There, you'll find the remains
of 12 or 13 people

dating back to 1978.

It's actually a relief
to get this off my chest.

Thank you.

Who do all these remains belong to?

- I need a moment with my client.
- No, it's OK.

Uh...

I'm afraid I don't...
remember their names.

None of them?

Well, at the time,
I'd only just met them, you know?

Where did you meet them?

All over.
Bars, or on the street.

Some, I just wanted to give a meal.

London can be a lonely place
sometimes.

A friendly face goes a long way.

So, they were homeless?

Uh, some,
because of the drugs, usually.

It really is a disease.

It's very sad.

And this bloody government
does nothing for them.

Were they all male?

Aye.

How old were they?

Well, some looked younger
than others.

Um, sorry, I'm not being
very helpful.

No, you're doing fine.

How did you kill them?

I strangled them.

Where did these murders take place?

In my house.

Mostly in my bed, to be specific.

So, they came home
with you willingly?

Yeah.

Were they all homosexual?

I don't remember asking them.

Are you homosexual, Mr Nilsen?

Well, uh...

for the sake of convenience

you should probably class me
as a homosexual.

If that's, uh, actually true,
I'm not so sure.

The three in Cranley Gardens.

When did these murders take place?

The most recent was three weeks ago.

Um...

the others, last year sometime.

You kept them for a year?

Aye.

In pieces?

No, no. The dissection is
merely for disposal.

It's the dirty platter
after the feast, if you like.

Now, in Melrose, it was simple
because it was, uh...

a ground floor flat,
with space under the floorboards

for storage and, uh,
sole access to a garden

when a clearance was called for.

Yeah, no, I remember it, Melrose,
when the bodies began to accumulate

I knew there'd be a smell problem, so...

uh, at the weekend,
I'd take up the floorboards...

and I'd get blinding drunk,
so I could face it...

and... put down sort of...

black plastic, like a bin liner...

for the mess,
and then I'd start dissection...

on the kitchen floor.

I learnt if you make an incision

just below the navel,
you can pretty much get to everything

without having
to deal with the rib cage and such.

But it was all, you know, trial and error.

You buried them in the garden?

No, I burnt them, um...

I'd wrap them
in an old piece of carpet

and throw a tyre on top
to hide the smell.

I took no pleasure
in cutting up people

or boiling heads, or...

you know, burning bodies.

I did it because I had to.
There was no more space.

How many bodies did you have
in the house at any one time?

Well, I never did a stock check.

Or ask their names, it seems.

No...

No, that I do regret, yeah.

I wish I could remember their names
to tell you now. I really do.

I have to ask...

why did you do this?

Well, I don't really know, um...

I was rather hoping
you could tell me that.

Take us through them all,
one by one.

With Number 3...
he was a young-looking man

I picked up at Euston Station.
I was out on the piss that night

drinking heavily.

Next morning, he was dead
on the floor.

I remember... bits and pieces.

I don't remember
any violence at all...

Whilst drinking in Soho,
I got into a...

a conversation with this Scottish guy...

Number 11 was a skinhead type
he had "Cut here"

tattooed on his neck.

He was boasting about his toughness,
about his hardness...

After killing him I just went to bed.

End of day, end of drinking,
end of person...

The twelfth was a...

I remember being sat
on him, strangling him...

...and he said "my legs,
I can't move my legs".

I called him an ambulance...

Number 14,
I made him an omelette

as he said he wanted
something to eat.

If it was the omelette
that killed him or me, I'm not so sure

but I don't suppose omelettes leave
red marks on a neck, do they?

What d'you think, Guv?

I'm thinking there's a lot
of words on those pages

but not a lot of concrete evidence.

You think he's lying?

About the amount?

Possibly.

I dunno, Guv.
There's something...

I believe him.

Well, let's get a victims' name
and charge him.

Right.
I'd better update the yard.

That's it, look surprised.

That's it, sure.

Bring that up a bit.

What's this?

Uh, this is the detective.
Jay, right?

Charlotte Proctor.

You went to the press?

Well, you seemed like
you didn't believe me

so I had to tell someone.

Can you confirm the remains
you found were human?

Detective, have you
arrested Mr Nilsen yet?

Guv, I wouldn't... if I were you.

How didn't we know?

When I got there this morning,
there was a journo

a few doors down
from Cranley Gardens

with the drain guy from yesterday.

That didn't take him long, did it?

Right, media blackout
from now on, boys.

They get nothing from us, understood?

Last thing we need
is an early siege before we charge him.

Uh, where are we at
with everything else?

Chris, did you search his office?

We weren't allowed to.

What do you mean?

His colleagues said they couldn't believe
he would do anything like this

and if we wanted to search the office,
we'd need to get a warrant.

You're kidding me.

Take down one of the bags
we found in his flat.

Maybe that would act
as a warrant.

- Anything else from the lab?
- Bowen's confirmed strangulation

- as the cause of death.
- Well, that was quick.

Yeah, well one of the pieces
we took down had a ligature mark on it.

Has he been able to identify anyone?

No, not yet. So, all of this is irrelevant...

until he gives us a name.

He used to be a policeman.

- What?
- Where?

In the Met. Willesden.
Left in '73.

Why did he leave?

Nothing on file.
He just left.

Shit.

Are you fucking with us?

- Mr Chambers...
- You're ex-police.

You left that out last night.

I didn't mention it
because it's not relevant.

Not relevant?

No, I wasn't doing this
while I was there, so it's not relevant.

Not at the present time,
anyhow.

It's in nobody's interest
for me to lie.

Why did you leave?

Homophobia.

A name. Right now.

Mr Nilsen,
you don't have to say anything.

Like I said to you last night...

The last one was Scottish. He was saying
how shite Scotland is in the winter.

Scottish name...

Stephen.

It was Stephen.

Stephen what?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I really don't remember.

I think now would be a good time
to pause the interview, anyway.

No, let's keep going.

- Steve?
- Yeah?

Get me a list of all Stephens
reported missing from Scotland.

That's gonna be a pretty long list, Guv.

That's all we got.
Do it.

I want to help the officers
and the men caught up in my mess.

Mr Chambers, may I have a minute
with my client?

As I see it, a solicitor is here
to advise and facilitate my legal rights.

Am I correct? Huh?

Then your advice should've been
to tell the detectives everything.

There's still a process, Mr Nilson.

Mr Moss, I won't be needing you
any longer.

I don't advise this.

No, it's my final decision. It's the only way
we're gonna get to the bottom

of this mess, once and for all.

If you could.

Please.

- Mr Chambers.
- Ronnie.

Shall we carry on?

I was at McDonald's on the way
to Oxford Street station...

he said he hadn't eaten all day.
I mean, what was I meant to say to that?

Um, he had blond hair.

Well...

so did some of the others.

Stephen, blond hair, Scottish...

I can't remember his second name.

Just take your time.

Take us through it again.

You went home.

What happened then?

We drank, we laughed.

I poured two large glasses of rum
and coke.

He said he didn't like rum.

I said, "Well you didn't bloody well
pay for it, did you?"

Yeah. He had a nice laugh.

I mentioned "Tommy",
y'know, the album "Tommy"?

He said he had never heard it,
so I put it on...

and watched as he closed his eyes
and listened to it.

I thought to myself, "You lucky bugger.
Experiencing that for the first time".

Yeah...

I entertained no thoughts of...

harming him.
Well, you know...

I had nothing but concern and affection
for his future and the pain of his life.

But you did strangle him.

Afterwards, I noticed that his jeans
were soaked with urine.

So...

I wanted to wash him clean,
so I took his clothes off...

and, er...

I remember I had difficulty
with his tight wet jeans

but, soon, he was sat there,
naked in my armchair.

And he'd only urinated.

He obviously hadn't had a square meal
in a few days.

He had deep cuts on both his wrists,
you know, still open.

So, he must have recently tried
to commit suicide...

and I...

I very gently carried him through
to the bathroom and put talc on him

to make him look cleaner.
He looked magnificent.

It was like one of those
Michelangelo sculptures.

We need names.

Mmm. I know you do
and I am trying

but some were a long time ago.

Then stay with the last one.

I said. Stephen.

It's not enough, you know that.

I mean, you remember so many details,
there must've been a time in the evening

he told you his full name.

Look...

all we want to do
is corroborate your claims.

It was definitely a Scottish name.

We joked about that, it was...

Like Fraser, or...

Stephen... Sinclair, it was.

Sinclair.

You're sure?

Aye. Stephen Sinclair.

If this Stephen Sinclair was a drug addict,
chances are he has a record.

Record will have a photo and fingerprints.

We can match those
to what we found at the flat.

He has given us the name,
not to mention the torso in his flat.

- Well, can't we just charge him, Guv?
- And what if he's got it wrong?

Or he's playing with us?

Sinclair walks into our courtroom alive
and well, and there goes the credibility.

You know that.

No mistakes, no shortcuts.

We need to be good police.

Peter, it doesn't feel right giving him
the blue-ribbon treatment here.

Whilst he's talking,
we carry on treating him well.

Understood?

Yes, Guv.

Is it necessary to still have
Bleep here? It's been two days.

Well, there's nothing we can do
about that.

She's an old dog.
Sounds like she's in a lot of distress.

Please. She's done nothing wrong.
She doesn't deserve this.

I'll see what I can do. We won't be starting
until a bit later this morning, Mr Nilsen

but Mr Jay thought you might be hungry.

That's kind of him, thank you.

Another thing. Have there been
any newspaper reports about me?

There was one, yes.

Well, may I have a copy?

I'll ask.

Sinclair was young.

He'd just turned twenty.

Severe personality problems.
Drug abuse.

He really didn't stand a chance,
did he?

Gentlemen.

Pretty grim viewing, I'm afraid.

Well, as you can see, the dissection
has been done to a high level of skill.

It was actually quite simple to decipher
which parts go with which.

Uh, these are from the last victim.

But his head has been boiled
beyond all recognition.

Can we fingerprint him?

This last one, absolutely.
The others, probably not.

Too much decay.

Would you care to know
the cause of death?

Strangulation.

Well, he was strangled, that's true.

But in the autopsy, we discovered
his lungs were filled with water

so, death was due to drowning.

Why did he leave that out?

Uh, there's something else.

Tests show he had Hepatitis B.

Quite a common disease
with needle-using heroin addicts

but if any police officer has been
in its vicinity...

they'll have to have a vaccination,
I'm afraid.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Thank you, David.

It's Sinclair.

Dennis Nilsen, I am charging you with
the murder of Stephen Sinclair by drowning.

You will now be taken to Melrose Avenue
where you will identify the burn site

of the other victims. Do you understand?

Yeah.

Come on.

The press are outside.

- Who?
- Everyone, I think.

I'll see what's happening.

I'll go and speak to them,
whilst you head out the back.

No, they're out there, as well.

Geoff, get the hood.

No. I've got nothing to hide.

Nilsen, over here!

Nilsen! Nilson, look over here!

What sentence are
we looking at Detective?

Give us a quote!

On Wednesday morning,
officers were called to an address

to investigate suspicious fragments
found in a drain.

Upon analysis, they were proved to be human,
and an investigation was opened.

We have now charged a man
by the name of Dennis Nilsen with murder.

How many people
do you suspect him to have murdered?

We won't be revealing
the number at this time.

Can you at least say what
gender he is suspected of killing?

Men.

When did Nilsen start this...
unusual habit?

Five years, but can you make sure
you attribute the term "unusual habit"

to Mr Wells and not myself, please?

Inspector, how can somebody kill
for five years without the police knowing?

We will be investigating that
at the relevant time.

That's all, thank you.

Inspector, do you feel
you let the people of Muswell Hill down?

Ah, it's strange being back here.

I remember summers here.

Bleep as a little puppy,
running around.

- We even had a vegetable patch there...
- Where did you have the bonfires?

I'd start here, if I were you.

OK, Dennis.

You're now gonna be taken to Herne Hill
where you will stay whilst you're on remand.

Not back to the station?

No, I'm afraid not.

OK, let's go.

I just spoke to some of the boys
from Willesden.

So, they say, rumour has it,
Nilsen left the Police

because he was caught masturbating
in the morgue.

No.

Makes you uneasy, don't it?

How much we're relying on him
to tell us the truth.

It was here, outside Hornsea Police Station

that Police confirmed
that Dennis Andrew Nilsen...

has been charged with the first of,
what is said to be, multiple murders.

On Wednesday morning,
officers were called to an address...

Can you help me with this?

...to investigate suspicious fragments
found in a drain.

Brian?

Oh, sorry.

On analysis
there were proved to be human

and an investigation was opened.

What's happened?

Oh, it's a multiple killer in London.

...by the name of Dennis Nilsen
with murder.

It's being reported that he was caught
by the discovery of blocked drains

that were filled with the remains
of human flesh

- that Nilsen had flushed down the lavatory.
- I have to go to work.

It is also being reported
that his victims were men

that Nilsen has lured back to his flat
on the sense of promised frivolity.

- Mr Sinclair.
- Yes.

My name is Detective Chief Inspector
Peter Jay.

Are you the parent of Stephen Sinclair?

Before you say any more Officer,
Stephen doesn't live here anymore.

He hasn't done since he started stealing
from us to fund his habit.

We don't even know where he is,
at the moment.

Mr Sinclair, can we come in?

Elizabeth?

A few days ago, a body was found.

That body, I'm... sorry to say,
has now been confirmed as Stephen.

A man has been charged
in connection with his murder.

His murder?

I'm sorry to say, we can't give you much
information at present

but we will as soon as we can.

In the meantime,
if there's anything that you need... um...

Can I see him?

I'm afraid that's not possible,
Mrs Sinclair.

But surely we need to identify him.

He's already been identified.

But how?

Has somebody come in to see him?

I want to see him.

Maybe somebody's made a mistake.

Mrs Sinclair. It's Stephen.

I can't tell you how sorry I am
to be sure of that.

But you don't want to see him.

Not like this.

I told him something like this
would happen.

But that drug...

it changed him.

There was nothing we could do,
was there, love?

No.

He wouldn't listen to us,
no matter how hard we tried.

He just thought of us as a hotel,
or a bank...

or a prison.

Not now, Neil.

I'm sorry.

Brian?

Yeah.

Oh, thank you.

- Anything good?
- Oh no, not really.

It's just all so salacious...

He just looks so ordinary.

Like someone you'd walk past in the street,
or meet in a bank.

You see, that's what makes
the whole thing so intriguing.

This dichotomy between this seemingly normal,
unobtrusive civil servant

and the nature of his crimes.

It just seems so hard to fathom.

What's there to fathom?

Well, what makes most of us go one way
with our lives, and others, like Nilsen

go so far in the opposite direction?

Probably because he's evil.

I'm going to be late.

See you tonight.

The man currently being questioned by police

is a 37-year-old civil servant,
Andrew Nilsen

known to his colleagues at work as "Des".

For the past six months, he's been working
here at the Manpower Services Commission

in London's Kentish Town.

I understand that he is also
a former policeman

having been in the force
for about a year in the early seventies.

- Really surprised.
- Where did they get the photo from?

- Not us.
- Probably robbed it.

If I find out any of you tipped them off
about him being ex-police

I'll personally drag you
to the fucking committee myself!

D'you hear me?

We are in blackout.

That means you don't mention his name
outside this station.

Not to your wives, your mistresses,
your friends down the pub...

you understand?

This man killed on our patch
for four years.

We find every name,
and we charge and convict him

with every single fucking one.

He gets away with nothing.

Get rid.

Come in.

This gentleman is here
about Nilsen.

He wants to talk to you, Guv.

What can I do for ya?

Dennis Nilsen tried to kill me.

Where did you meet him?

A pub. The Golden Lion.

Dean Street, Soho.

But, I'm not gay.

No, of course.

He was with a group of people,
who I assume were his friends.

After last orders, he said we should go back
to his for a drink.

I thought he meant all of us...

but it was only the two of us that went.

I must have passed out,
because when I came to...

he'd tied my ankles together
with his tie, and...

he was strangling me with mine.

I managed to... fight him off
and get him to the ground.

He then started screaming "Take my money!"

"Take my money!"

Like I was the one attacking him!

Sorry, uh... when was this?

Three years ago.

I'd put it to the back of my mind.

Moved on.

But when I saw his face in the newspaper,
it all came back.

Why didn't you go to the police
at the time?

I did.

Straight away.

They took me back there.
They were there for...

five minutes...

spoke to Nilsen, and bought his story
that it was a "lovers' tiff".

It wasn't something they wanted
to be around.

They even apologised to him
for wasting his time, and sent me on my way.

OK, um...

You're just gonna have to go
from the beginning.

Leave nothing out.

So, how many of these
has he written to you?

Well, the fourth came today...

and, uh, there's a...
there's a poem in the last one.

"Lives of sorrow,
Bones of the dead

Given by the sea,
To Fitful Head".

It's so... sensitive.

Well, quite.
Uh, you wouldn't think by reading that

that this man strangled young men

and then disposed of them
down the lavatory, would you?

How is the prison allowing you
to meet him?

Uh, he said he'd put me
on the visitors list.

Although, they're probably not aware
that I'm a writer.

Well, aren't you frightened?

No, no, he's...

he's hardly going to jump over the desk
and strangle me, is he?

No, but still.

Do you think you'll shake his hand?

No.
No, I-I-I shouldn't think so.

- Name?
- Uh, Brian Masters to see Dennis Nilsen.

You find us OK?

Do you smoke, Brian?

Yes, I do.

Ah...

You can smoke as many real fags
in this room as you like, yeah?

Out there, you're only allowed tobacco.

Yeah.

They say capital punishment's dead,
but Her Majesty manages

to find her little ways, y'know.

Yes.

I read your book, Brian.

"The Dukes...", uh...

"...Origin, ennoblement
and the history of 26 families".

Are you from aristocracy?

No. No, I'm not.

You're from that kind of world,
though, eh?

I bet you're a bloody Tory.

I'm not sure
that's entirely relevant.

I'm suppose I'm just... I'm not entirely sure
of your intentions as of yet.

Yeah? Your letters sounded genuine,
but now we are sat opposite each other...

I worry. I have judged myself

more harshly than any casual observer
or any court ever could.

Aren't you the one judging me,
Mr Nilsen?

How's that?

Well, you hear my accent and you assume
that you know everything about me.

No, I'm simply stating it's obvious
where you come from.

I'm not...

It's no bad thing.

I just like to know where I stand
with the person I am talking to.

Well, I was...

I was brought up on the Old Kent Road.

You don't sound like you were brought up
on the Old Kent Road.

Well, I was lucky.
I got an education.

Ah, is that where the accent comes from then?
It's your education is it?

You know, I was under the impression...

that I was here to discuss
writing a book about you.

Um...

I'm really not that interesting.

Why would you want to write about
a monster like me?

Do you consider yourself
to be a monster?

- Well, have you read the paper?
- Mm, of course.

It truly amazes me,
people's attraction to the macabre

cos all of us have skeletons rattling around
in our cupboards, y'know.

Secrets they would never dare
to tell to anyone.

So, what comes is this...

flood of self-righteous
public condemnation

whilst, simultaneously, everybody's talking
about it over and over and over.

They're consuming it and indulging in it

- but at arm's length, which is all very well.
- I'm not here to do that.

But, meanwhile, I'm left here to rot,
whilst others make profits at my expense.

Well, if-if you want some money from this,
I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.

I don't want a penny
from any of this.

I just don't want
those poor men exploited.

Well, I'm not here to exploit you
or those seventeen young men that you...

Fifteen! It was fifteen.

It wasn't 17, it was 15.

See, now, if you're gonna get
your information

from those red top fuckers
telling lies about me every day

we might as well say
goodbye now, Brian.

I have a responsibility for my story
and theirs to be told correctly.

Well, I also have that responsibility.

You know, I'm... I have no want to write
some two-bit horror novel

with ghoulish adjectives.

I'm not here to elaborate
or expose or all excuse.

I'm here to comprehend

because the law cannot comprehend...

beyond the question of guilty
or innocent.

And how do you propose to do that?

By listening.

I want to know about your upbringing,
your teenage years.

Your time in the army.

All of it.

Because only by doing that...

do we get the whole picture...

Mr Nilsen.

I must warn you, Brian...

you will find a full inquiry
into my life and deeds...

distressing.

I'm aware of that.

Well, then...

I pass the burden of my past and deeds
onto your shoulders.

So, make sure you bring an extra pack of fags
next time, eh?

Oh.

Please call me Des.