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Yeah.

We found something
at Wingate's place,

his dog had blood
on his collar.

What, it's not
Wingate's blood?

Or the dead police officer's.
PC Jarvis.

Do you wanna
chase it up with me?

Yeah, I can't.
I'm, uh...

in the archive.

Hmm, sure sounds
windy down there.

All right, Jessica Fletcher,
you got me.

I was in the archives.
Now I'm looking for a Starbucks

because I want a Frap
and a crap before work.

Were you looking for information
related to the eyewitness?

Because if you give me
their name,

maybe I can help.

I'm getting really
bored of this.

I promised I'd withhold
their name, to protect them.

That's the end of it.

- Excuse me!
- Hey.

We are sorry to announce

that the 5:15 train to London
Fenchurch Street calling at...

That was quick.
Take the tunnel?

Where are you?

They fleece you for it,
don't they?

And that's on top
of the Congestion Charge.

Every time I get in my car,
I feel like I'm being penalized.

Where are you?

Look on the back
of the envelope.

See you there.

♪ Always a fight

♪ Keep your mind intact

♪ Re-live the fire
When you're looking back ♪

♪ 'Cause it's over

♪ Yes, it's over

♪ When it's all over

♪ Life just seems a dream

♪ Yet it's so real

♪ So real

♪ When it's all over

♪ All over

Andrew Daly's refusing
to come into protective custody.

Andrew Daly?

You've found the next name
on the list?

Well yeah, but this guy

is one of 29 Andrew
Dalys in the UK.

You want me to go
in the police van?

It's weird, cause the other
fellas on the list

have all got links
towards the Hooper's trial.

But none of these Andrew Dalys
have any connection to Hooper.

Move back! Move back!

Any other Andrews
live in Southend?

In Essex?
No, I don't think so.

There's nothing
that links Southend

to the Ragdoll investigation?

Not that I know of.
What's put the wind up you?

Nothing, just received
a prank call about towns

starting with S. Forget it.

Andy will prefer
to stay with his community.

I don't blame him.

You lot embarrassed yourselves.

Hello, Rose.

Looking around.

It's not much
of an origin story, is it?

It's like a gammon-y take on
Beauty and the Beast.

I imagine you, stuck in this
provincial little town,

shit-posting Meghan Markle
on the Daily Mail,

yearning for more.

Your contempt for
ordinary people is scary

but it's not surprising.
They don't understand you.

Most of them have only
been traumatized

seven times in their lives.

Coppers are traumatized
700 times.

Citation needed.

You're predisposed
to violence.

You don't have a choice
about that.

And then you get hammered
by the job.

I can't flower it up, mate.
You scare me.

You think you've chosen to do
this, to become The Faust?

You paid me
to kill Mark Hooper.

You paid with your own life.
You don't have principles.

You're desperate
for gratification.

You want blood.
I chose to answer a calling.

I chose to Kill Joel Shepton
in his sleep.

Joel Shepton was unwell.

I don't coerce anyone.
You all come to me.

Michelle Fielding?
They didn't call you.

Alyssa Airley?

You made me realize how
hard you've got to shake people

to make them open their eyes.

What happens
if you do arrest me?

What are you going to do?

March me into the office,
"Surprise!"

What happens
in that total fantasy?

Do you get forgiven?

I know your medication has
hallucinogenic side effects.

You are tripping balls!

They won't forgive you
this time.

Mark Hooper's one thing
but you got a copper killed.

There is no way back.

So you tell me,
what am I doing here,

what do I want?

Lie to the Black girl.

Not to me. You know
what you want to do.

So let's do it,
let's finish this.

Last man standing gets
to tell his story.

No one else needs to die.

Meet me on the pier.
Stocky bloke, green jacket.

You live, I die.

You get to save Andrew
Daly's life, if you kill me.

Bullshit. You've come this far,
you don't want to lose.

Oh, this is how I win.

True justice is tempered
by mercy.

This way, people will see me
for who I am

and you for the monster
you've always been.

Do it. You want to save lives?
Do you want to end this?

Pull the trigger.

The rash on
Elijah Reed's torso,

Finlay thought
it was a nicotine patch,

but Reed didn't smoke.

I cut myself shaving.

Genuinely.

What did I say?

It's not all about you.

You didn't sue,
you were a kid.

Yeah, my mum did.

She had to.

The Army kitted your dad out
with dodgy equipment and...

Shot him up with a Challenger 2
and Andrea's acting like

I'm too busy crying my eyes out
to catch the Ragdoll killer.

They took that picture
off my brother's Facebook.

That was the day
I held my breath

for 83 seconds underwater.

You've bragged about it.

Damn right,
I never did it again.

You took up ciggies.

We saw everything.

The reef,
sting rays, a wreck.

You've got to ignore it.

That's easy for you to say.

Actually, no. It isn't.

I had journalists trying to take

photos of me in the hospital.

Even when I got out, they were
camped out on my door step,

that's why I had to move
to the high-rise.

Look, I know,
it was hell for you

and I know you didn't
deserve it,

-but this...
-No one deserves it.

You looked fit
in Edmunds' jacket.

So they built you up and now
they're tearing you down.

People like to talk a big game
about empathy,

but we're all hardwired
to love a scapegoat.

This is different,
this is playing into those

dog-whistle stereotypes.

-I see that.
-Like I'm this chippy woman

who knows how to game the system
with her sob stories,

like that's the only reason
I'm in this job.

I'm sorry, but I don't know
what your options are.

Bax... Emily.

Uh, the blood
from the dog's collar,

we found a match from a sample
taken from a break-in

at a psychiatric hospital
12 months ago.

Well, that sounds
promisingly macabre.

That's great news,
you moody bastard.

Look at the name
of the hospital.

Forgive
the carnival atmosphere.

It's music therapy.

Yay!

Does it bring back
any memories?

Rose didn't want me to visit.

What, you've never
been here before?

It was his decision.
I wasn't gonna, you know,

disobey him.

This is where he broke in.

When your man put his weight
against it, the glass broke.

And you hope
it's the Ragdoll chap?

Well, the blood
taken from this glass

matches the blood at
Matthew Wingate's house.

- The judge?
- Yeah.

But the samples don't match
anyone on our database.

The thing is, Rose had left
by the time of the break-in.

The killer's obsessed
with the Mark Hooper trial.

I'm assuming you and Rose
spoke about it in detail.

Have you got any
of that written down?

Hmm.

I'll speak to the patients.

Someone's torn
the pages out.

Look, three here,

another couple here.

You didn't tear them
out yourself?

No.

Did anything abnormal happen
around the time of the break-in?

Well, it's not too
unusual sadly,

but a patient
committed suicide.

What was their name?

I shouldn't say.

But Nathan's clearly been
so affected by it.

It was Joel Shepton,

Nathan's friend.

When did you tell him?

When did I see Nathan?

Monday.

And then, yes, Tuesday morning.

Monday, Tuesday this week?

Yes.

Nathan returned on the Tuesday
on behalf of Joel's family.

Teresa, Joel's sister,

she'd been murdered.

Teresa?

Was the killer ever caught?

Joel was of the opinion that,

as an addict
and a person of color,

Teresa was not a priority.

The police didn't
investigate it properly.

Teresa Shepton.

Teresa Shepton.

Joel, that's Adam...

Keith.

Hello, Morgue.

Yeah, this is DI Baxter.

Um, one of the bodies
you've got down there,

Keith Rackman, he's got a cut

on his forehead,
three stitches.

DS Rose said
he'd fill out the report?

DS Rose.
He hasn't filed anything.

I haven't seen him down here.

He definitely hasn't
been down there?

No, definitely not.

Right I need everyone
to clear out for half an hour.

Whoa, whoa.

Sorry,
forgot the handbrake.

My bad.

Are you trying to kill someone?

No.

- Got it.
- Righto.

Who's this?

Andrew Daly. I promised him,
if he came quietly,

he could make one
phone call from my office.

Nice!

- Oops.
- Rose?

-Sorry.
-Goddammit!

You know, good excuse
for a good de-clutter.

I mean, uh, did this spark joy?

Those are my notes. Jesus.

Where have you been,
by the way?

We'll have to put a bell on you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh apparently that's what
we're doing these days.

Keeping track of each other.

You think you're being smart?

You're making the biggest
mistake of your life.

If I was in your situation,

I'd be trying to think of
a really convincing explanation

for whatever the hell
that was in Southend.

-Don't walk away from me.
-Don't ever touch me.

Edmunds!

Wait for me in there, now.

You can't lose control
like that.

You're obsessed with how
things look. Who cares?

Look around you. No one else
gets to be emotional.

I'm a dead man walking.

Wait, Bax.

She put a tracker on my car.

-Why would she do that?
-She's scared.

I mean you did the same thing
in the Hooper trial.

You wanted a scapegoat,

only difference is,
I deserved it back then.

-Why do you deserve it now?
-I don't!

Why does she think
you deserve it?

It doesn't matter.
The point is,

if you ever stepped over a line
like that with a senior officer,

I'd tell you to shut up
and take your medicine.

Then we'd have a laugh
about it in the pub.

Did you ever go
to Markfield prison?

No.

I wanted to on the day
that Eric Turner died.

But you told me not to.

But after that you said you'd
follow up on Keith Rackman?

Yeah, yeah, I did that.

So you did go to the prison?

No. No, I went down
to the morgue.

I didn't go to the prison.

Did you put a tracking device
on Rose's car?

So that's a "yes" then, is it?

I followed Rose to
Southend-on-Sea. Okay?

I heard him have a conversation
with someone on his cell.

Rose was very angry
and he was talking about

Michelle Fielding,
Alyssa Airley.

And I heard him say
to this person,

"You think you've been
chosen to do this,

to become The Faust."

What does that mean? The Faust?

It's an alias.

I think the Ragdoll killer
calls himself The Faust.

You can't prove that Rose
was on the phone

-with the killer, can you?
-Yes!

The deep-fake call you received
at Wingate house.

It lured you away long enough

for the killer to rig
the squib vest.

I found this in Rose's jacket.

Rose knows that
there's a scrambler

on this number
and he didn't tell us.

Also, in Southend, he...

He mentioned
another name. Keith?

Keith Rackman...

He was the prisoner
who died in Turner's van.

He knew Joel Shepton.

Wait, I heard him mention
that name too...

Yeah, Joel was Nate's
friend on the ward.

Joel's sister was killed
by Keith's mate,

Adam Malick,
before Adam disappeared.

Okay, so can we talk to Joel?

Joel was found dead
12 hours after someone

broke into the ward,
a presumed suicide.

Yeah and that same person

was at Wingate's house
the day he died.

And that person is The Faust.

But none of this
is admissible in court.

You illegally
tracked Rose's car.

You stole a number.

Well...
I came to you first, Ma'am.

None of this is evidence

to suggest that
Rose is a murderer.

Yeah but by withholding
this information,

he is indirectly responsible
for the deaths

of minimum two people.

But to charge him,
we need to prove

that Rose knew
all this information.

We need to figure out
where he's been,

who he's spoken to and why.

Measure twice, cut once.
That's what my dad always said.

That's what we're gonna do.

And I'm not crazy,
I'm cooking.

Why did you need
to shit on Baxter?

They were running the story
with or without me.

If you actually read the...

You can see she's hurting,

but you just keep piling
on the misery.

You can't help yourself,
can you?

Actually, I'm exercising pretty

phenomenal self-control
right now.

I'm terrible,
thank you for asking.

I didn't get into this business
to get people killed.

It's not your fault.

Wingate was killed on my watch.

We're all powerless.

Whoever the killer is,
you can't stop him.

No, that's not true, Andrea.
Listen, the killer

-made a mistake, so I...
-I don't wanna know.

I'm gonna stay with my daughter
in New York.

And, honestly...

I'm looking at your life
right now and I can't name

one damn thing
that's keeping you here.

The job.

Baxter?

Of course. I'd miss her.

If you can live
without her, then run.

I thought...

I thought about killing myself.

I never thought
about running away.

Ma'am.

The log
from Markfield Prison...

the day Eric Turner died,
we signed in at 15:05

at the top of this page.

Look at the name at the bottom.

Rose.

I spoke with
Keith Rackman's cellmate.

Rose bought him a burger
in exchange for information

on the disappearance
of Adam Malick.

Help me with these.

Rose's old case files.

Have a look to see
if there's anything in there

that the killer could have used
to blackmail him.

How are the Andrews?

"The Andrews".

Even saying it aloud
makes me feel like

the killer just wants me
sat here, wasting my time.

But I don't know why,
or what I can do about it.

See, it all works
by misdirection...

Look, keep your eye on the pen,

not on the pencil,
that goes inside the pocket.

Keep your eye
instead on the pen.

See nothing in my
hand but watch.

Wow!

It changes into the pencil
and in my pocket...

it's a pen!

Andrea!

Andrea!

Andrea!

Check downstairs.

Andrea!

Don't! Get him off her!

Call an ambulance.
No one touch anything.

- Rose.
- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Where's Baxter?

She'll be back.

In your own words,
tell me what happened.

The woman's body
was later identified

as belonging to the journalist
and broadcaster Andrea Wyld.

Miss Wyld
was a prominent critic...

...of the Greater London Police

for their handling of several
high-profile investigations.

Recently, she was
known to be...

Can I get you
a glass of water?

No,
I'm alright darling.

I just can't believe she's gone.

Why...

What on God's earth is that?

The scold's bridle.

It was designed to torture
and humiliate "witches",

i.e. women,

women in the 17th century
with opinions, troublemakers.

That's a curb-plate.

It sat on the tongue.
When they spoke, it cut them.

He restrained her,
attached the bridle to her face.

Then he made incisions...

He made incisions on her hands,

when she screamed,
the curb cut into her tongue.

Right now we're trying
to work out if she...

bled to death, or drowned
in her own blood.

Rose, do you remember...

if anything had been stuck
to the back of your neck?

-Uh-huh.
-Nah.

Don't touch, she's going to take
a photograph. Just stay still.

You got a mirror?

-A mirror?
-No, here, look.

It's the same rash.

It was on Elijah Reed's torso...

-Mark Hooper's priest.
-Yeah.

You're AB Negative, aren't you?

-Yeah.
-It's like one in a hundred.

Pass me the files, please.

Let's see what Elijah is.

It's an allergy to the sedative.

Elijah Reed. AB Negative.

Great, great, so...

I mean, that'll help
with the tox scan. Does it?

Bax,

we know that the sedative

is on a rectangular transdermal
patch he sticks on his victims.

Bax...

Has Rose said anything
about Andrea?

Outside the initial statement,
um, he hasn't been very chatty.

Could've fooled me.

How's he feeling?

-I didn't ask directly.
-He's finished. You know that?

Rose needs to see
a professional.

I've spoken to his old doctor.

He's briefed me
on how to handle Rose.

Maybe somebody else
should do it.

In case I get too emotional?

No, you'll have it locked down,
like you always do.

Look Rose esteems you.

God, I don't know
what label to put on it.

And if you go in there
with all guns blazing,

you might break him.

Now, the first thing to do

is to work out
what color concealer

you need to use.

You wanna match...

Andrea drowned.

The sedative basically
disabled her gag reflex.

Her lungs are full of blood.

And they found semen.

They'll check to see
if it's a match with Rose.

I should have seen this coming.

No.

Hey, the killer never concealed

the identity of anyone else
on that list.

He has broken his own rules.

That is incredibly unusual.

Andrea published my complaint
during the Hooper trial.

Wait, the complaint about Rose?
I thought Chambers wrote that?

We swapped names.

Then he sold it
to Andrea Daly... Wyld.

I gave the killer permission
to be dishonest.

But how would
the killer know that?

Maybe Chambers told him...

begging for his life...
I don't know.

Wait...

That's a perfect match.

Even the killer missed it.

He was probably panicking
when he heard us coming.

He was rushing.

Could you just give us
a second, thank you.

Come look at this.

This is Andrea's.

Then after that, you can use
your own concealer.

Now for you...

I like to use a Fair Rose...

She knows a hell of a lot
about Andrea's skin. Who is she?

Andrea was a regular commentator
on a news and opinion show.

That would bring her into
contact with make-up artists.

Make-up artists use
transdermal patches, right?

They use acetone. Remember,

Daniel Airley's memory
from inside the kidnapper's car.

Maybe she's being blackmailed

or tricked into helping him.

-Or maybe she's an accomplice.
-It's worth a shot.

I've got to deal
with Rose first.

Don't speak to that woman
without me.

Yes, ma'am.

Christ!
Can you give me a minute?

I know you spoke
to Keith Rackman.

What... wait, I can't hear you.

I know about Keith Rackman,

about his connection
to Joel Shepton.

Yeah, small world.

Seriously, can you
pass me a towel?

I know about The Faust.

The Ragdoll killer,
it's the same person.

I know that he's implicated

in the disappearance
of Adam Malick.

I know that
he broke into the ward,

possibly to kill Joel Shepton.

I know you know all of that.
And you lied to me.

Joel told me...

that The Faust was A Hit Man,

a Myth.

He said he made a deal with him.

And then The Faust killed Adam
and then he killed Joel.

You can call it
justice or revenge,

but I wanted it.

And I made a deal, too.

My life for Mark Hooper.

So why didn't you tell me?

In the hospital, half the time

I didn't know
whose dream I was in.

And then,

two years later,

Hooper's head on the Ragdoll

and my name's on the list.

And I didn't believe it
at first.

Yeah, but then you found
a number with a scrambler on it.

You spoke to him!

Yeah, because he
recorded my voice.

That's who I was speaking to
on the roof.

You said that you were
talking to your therapist.

You allowed me to blame myself
for hurting you.

You know, up on the roof,
I wanted to die.

The Faust said...

that if I jumped, he'd kill you.

Oh...

Nathan Rose, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of aiding

and abetting the murder
of Mark Hooper.

And on suspicion of perverting
the course of justice

by intentionally
misleading the police.

He's a white male, 30s, stocky,

beard, blue eyes, boxer's nose,

possibly a medical professional
and an estuary accent.

He won.

He won.

Get dressed! Call your lawyer!

I'm taking this
so you can't get out.

I'll be back in three minutes.

Rose?

Now I want you to keep calm,

because there's a really
easy way through this, okay?

I've got Hannah's letter.

The one that she wrote to you.
It's with me now.

I spoke to an old colleague
of yours from Jersey.

He told me about Naomi Green.

He said that Naomi Green
killed an associate of hers

before skipping bail.

Now, according to this letter,
Naomi is your ex.

You piece of shit.

She was the love of your life.

And you paid her bail!
In secret!

That is
a career-ending decision...

What do you want, Rose?

I'm in the locker room
on the fourth floor.

Slide your ID under the door.
And I'll give you the letter.

I was so right about you.

It won't hurt the case,
I've told Baxter everything.

Can you see her now?

Yeah, she's on the phone.

Good. So do it now. Stand up.

Don't run.

-You're 90 seconds away...
-I can't.

Yes, you can.

You bailed a murderer.

You're an accessory
after the fact.

No. No. It wasn't like that.

Even if you get off jail,
your career is over.

And you have so much potential.

I mean that. It would be tragic.
Don't let one mistake...

Finlay...

Well, Edmunds has got
a lead on a make-up artist,

a woman called Joy...

Right, a make-up artist?

Oh, God! I'm such an arsehole!

Rose looked pathetic, broken!
And I felt guilty!

He played you.

-He's desperate.
-Why didn't I listen to you?

Because you've been
getting kicked in the blif

for seven days straight.

Try not to beat yourself up.

Bark an order at me
or something, go on.

Rose has been blinding me
from the start.

We're gonna have to go back
to the beginning.

Measure twice, cut once,
meet me at the morgue.

What do knots tell us
about the person who tied them?

Their profession,
their proficiency

and whether they're
left or right-handed.

Well, we'd, um,
have to recreate the knot.

Yeah. We're going
to have to go right back

to the first throw
of the stitching.

So, we're gonna
rebuild The Ragdoll?

Shall I be Igor?

Ma'am, I heard about Rose.

And I really hope you're okay.

I figured you were busy
so I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go...

talk to Andrea's make-up artist.

I'm outside of her house
right now.

Her name is Joy Massey,
spelt M-A-S-S-E-Y.

That's a left-handed
surgical knot.

Yes, so we're saying The Faust

is a left-handed
medical professional?

Well, a left-handed surgeon
can tie right-handed stitches,

but it would be weird
for a right-handed surgeon

to tie left-handed stitches.

Keith Rackman had stitches.

A coincidence?

Hm.

In this investigation,
no such thing.

That looks like the same knot.

We've a male nurse on the staff
at The Markfield Moor Prison.

His name is Thomas Massey.

No priors.

Rose's witness described
him as stocky, beard, blue eyes.

It looks like
he was on the early shift

the day that
Keith and Eric died.

And it looks like he might have
left around about the same time

that you arrived.

I think I saw him.

Where's Edmunds?

Ma'am, I heard about Rose.

I hope you're okay.

I figured you were busy
so I'm gonna...

...talk to Andrea's
make-up artist.

You idiot.

I'm outside of her house
right now.

Her name is Joy Massey,
spelt M-A-S-S-E-Y.

Holy shit. Holy shit!

The make-up artist,
she's called Joy Massey.

They're family!

My husband isn't home yet.

That's okay. I uh...

wanted to speak
with you Mrs. Massey.

It's about Andrea Wyld.

Oh.

Oh, God, it's awful.

This is a dumb question,
I'm sure, but...

can you make your own
transdermal patches?

Uh, well,

you can order them tailor-made
to match any skin tone.

Biccy? Little cheeky dunker?

If someone is listening
to this conversation

offer me honey.

Bless you.

No one's listening!

Ah...

This is DC Edmunds,
she was asking me about...

Mind's like a sieve.

Andrea's skin tone.
The transdermal patches.

That's right. You wanted
to know about the patches.

Tea, love?

Just be a tick.

Sorry.

Long day?

I can't complain...

It's never dull...

No...

[theYou like it?yi

I wanted something with
a tape deck.You lost your mind?

The cassettes are back.

Nostalgia for
the unremembered '90s.

♪

You may find this
hard to believe,

but I don't want
to make you suffer.

So you didn't give me
a chance?

You didn't give me a chance!

The truth is the only thing
that will save you.

Get out.

The thing is,
it's my office.

I'll give you a minute.

♪