All language subtitles for Silent Witness S17E06 In a Lonely Place (2)-.EN

I really appreciate you coming
all this way Dr Alexander.

You too Mr Hodges.

Hodgson.

Jack?

'The body is believed to be female,
but that remains unconfirmed.'

Caitlin was pursued, shot,
and then re-dressed by the killer.

The man who shot the deer
and found the body, what's his name?

Niall Wallace, he has over 20
firearms registered in his name.

When he was a kid,
he was prime suspect

in the shooting of his dad,
Pete Wallace.

Do you have a New York themed bar
or restaurant around here?

Try that again and I'll give you
a show, pal! Mike, that's enough.

A little bird tells me that you're
heading up to the Grand Prix

to shake down an oil worker? Is that
a problem? Not now, it's not.

You were the last person
to see the victim alive

before she runs into the night,
bleeding.

Some bloke came by this afternoon.

Who? I dunno.

Just spoke to him on the intercom.
He didn't come up.

We're dealing with
a highly organised,

sexually motivated killer.

We need to search that forest.

See, you're not selling me
a watertight alibi here, Niall.

Skinner's only been in the UK
for a year.

Puts Skinner in the clear,
that's what.

Barbara Cheung.

She never made it back to London.

Laing and MacNeil's favourite
pathologist, Dr Jenkins, is here.

Dr Andrew Jenkins...
Dr Nikki Alexander. Jack Hodgson.

Hello. Yes, I've read some of...
Well, several of your papers.

I'm glad to make your acquaintance.
Thank you.

Although, I will confess I was...
surprised to learn

that DS Ross had recruited
from so far afield.

And when I say "surprised"...
You mean "offended"?

Well, let's settle
for "disappointed".

'Hi, you've reached Sarah's phone.

'Leave a message
and I'll get back to you.'

I'm going to go and look for her.
Can you stay for a bit?

Sure.

Jack?

She might be the oldest yet.

The cuffs must've slipped off
as the body decomposed.

Anything we didn't see with Caitlin?
Funny you should ask.

Something we didn't see with Caitlin
and we're still not seeing.

No jewellery.

Not a ring.

Not a necklace. Not a bracelet.

Trophies.

Exactly.

Niall?

NIALL!

Have you heard the news?

About the bodies?

Where've you been all night?
Where do you think I've been, eh?

Might be my last chance.
What...? Why are you saying that?

They're going to pin this on me
sure as day follows night.

But...you haven't done anything?

Was that a question? No.

You sure?
Cos that sounded like a question.

Niall, please...

You can't even look at me.

You don't...

I know that you're innocent!

And I know that you never
killed your dad!

No matter what you think,
I never told the police you did!

Niall!

NIALL!

Come to bed. Just for an hour.

I don't want to scare you, Tania,
but...

..until this is over, you keep the
doors locked and this close by. OK?

You are scaring me.
Not without good reason.

The doors. The gun.

Is that taken on board?
Yes, it's taken on board...?

I'm sorry.

Chamberlin?

Thomas, it's Nikki. How's Scotland?

I need your help.

Two bodies checked in here
this morning.

It's me that needs you. Today.
I'm sorry, but they'll have to wait.

That's not your call, Nikki.

We found seven more bodies
in the forest last night.

With Caitlin that's eight.
I want to send you four.

I'm sure they have more than
adequate...

Not in Kirkhaven, they don't.

Look, this killer was free to keep
on killing because nobody cared.

I want us to see this through,

and I really need your help
to do that.

We cannot say anything at this time.

We will hold
a press conference later

and answer your questions then.
Thank you.

Of the eight bodies recovered
so far, this is the best preserved

and, pending identification,
will be known as Victim B.

Victim B is wearing a denim jacket
buttoned all the way up.

It looks like the victim might have
been shot from behind at close range

with an expanding bullet,
and then re-dressed.

We saw the re-dressing signature
with Caitlin's murder.

Dr Jenkins? Have you
come across these hallmarks before?

No. No.
I think I would've remembered.

"Chased". "Re-dressed"?
What does it add up to?

I think it adds up to
a woman-hating sadist

who masks his inadequacies with guns

and possibly,
other military paraphernalia.

OK, that's quite the theory,
but why? Why does he do it?

Power.

He chains them up like slaves,
hunts them like animals,

and then re-dresses their bodies
like dolls.

What are the common factors?

Power. Control.

Specifically, control over women

that probably eludes him
in everyday life.

Quite the profiler
for a pathologist.

I've picked up a few things
here and there.

Mainly from guys like you.

Carry on.

Looks like she was shot
in the lower right calf...

Bringing down a target
with a maiming shot
is a military technique.

Yes, it is. But the fatal shot is
typically administered to the head.

Well, you can't cover up
a gunshot wound to the face.

So...?

So, if the re-dressing element
is important to him,

then it might explain
the discrepancy.

A fatal shot to the chest, he can
work with. Zip up. Button over.

During transportation, I noticed
that three of the other seven bodies

had similar injuries. All to
the rear of the lower right leg.

Dr Alexander?

Two days ago, DS Ross questioned
a Niall Wallace

in connection with Caitlin's murder.
What tied Wallace in?

He hand-modified the bullet
that killed her.

As a teenager, he was a suspect,

only a suspect,
in the murder of his father.

I like him already(!)

His father bled to death
after being shot

in the back of the leg
in Macroom Forest.

Trip down memory lane,
coming back here... A happy one?

Overall? No.

I mean, her phone was in her car,

and the keys just left
in the ignition.

Just put it all down, sir.
That's what the form's for.

Same MO.

Good enough for me.
Let's bring him in.

Well, I'll need to get
on with the next postmortem,

so if there anyone else you want
to attend instead, then...

No, no need. I'll attend.

You interview Wallace?

OK.

Partial muddy shoe print in the back
here. It rained last night.

Assailant lies in wait,
grabs her from behind.

And takes her. But where?

This was broken with force.

'He's trying to get
her in the back of his car...'

'She's grabbing at anything
she can...'

You haven't seen her or heard from
her all night? No.

Is it normal for her to stay out?

No. What is it?
Have you found something?

If it's not normal, why didn't you
call the police till this morning?

Because we had a row, OK?
Now, what's this about?

We need something with Sarah's DNA.

Sir, if there's a chance she's
been abducted we have to move fast.

Look, there's something
I need to tell you.

Oh!

Showing someone a graphic image
of their dead father?

Well, congratulations, Sergeant,
that's a new low(!)

Well, you know, we can't rest
on our laurels, Sophie.

You know what I think, Niall...

All those poor lasses
out in Macroom Forest,

they would still be here now, if
it wasn't for your bastard father.

Watching your dad die.

That gave you an even bigger
thrill than you expected, didn't it?

Seeing the old man running scared,
bleeding out.

At your mercy.

Felt great. Powerful.

You're the big man, at last.

And like a cold beer on a hot day,

you couldn't stop at one, could you?

With Dad gone,
you needed fresh victims.

And with all those...

those nasty hormones
all raging through your blood...

..they had to be female, Niall, eh?

They had to be female victims.

The brief I had back then...

He told me to say I was home
when Dad was shot.

That was a lie?

I WAS in the forest that afternoon.

This "man in the military
fatigues", how old was he?

Mid-thirties, maybe.

"Mid-thirties, maybe". What else?

Come on, what else?
Anything else about him?

No. No. So the man ran away.
Then what?

I remember I was spooked.

So, I decided to go home.

There were other folk
in the wood that day.

Not a word about this man
in military fatigues.

It's not a wood, it's a forest.
There is no evidence that he is
anything more

than a figment
of your guilty conscience!

I saw him, you prick!

You understand that?
OK, Niall... I saw him.

Now would be a great time
to sit back down

and apologise to Sergeant MacNeil.

Apologise, my arse.

I hear they sweated you hard
about your dad.

Held you to the wire, eh?

Questioned you all night?

And yet you never once
mentioned this man.

How many times? My brief told me
to say that I was at home.

Your brief told you to lie? Yes.

Oh, I would love to meet
this ex-brief of yours.
Wouldn't you, Ms Dalglish?

Well, good luck. Cos he's dead.

Isn't that convenient(!)

He took her to Macroom Forest
and told her to run.

Bound and blindfolded?

She said he took the blindfold off,

started chasing her through
the trees. Firing at her.

And she never went to the police?
I think she was ashamed.

Why? When she told me
about her stripping,

I was shocked. I had to know
if that was the extent of...

..you know, what she'd done.
And it wasn't?

She'd gone with a punter.
Just the once, she said.

And you were less than
understanding? It was a shock,
that's all.

More of a shock than the fact that
she was raped and almost killed?
No, of course not! Easy, Jack.

She lived with this for years.

Finally worked up the courage
to tell you,

and you threw it in her face?

Sir?

A woman went missing last night
and, get this,

her husband says she was abducted
five years ago and taken to Macroom
Forest. The same woman?

Sarah O'Keefe. We found her car
outside her flat this morning,

key in the ignition, phone still in
her bag. Doesn't look good. "We"?

Me and Jack Hodgson.

You want to join me for round two
with Niall Wallace?

I'll raise a priority alert
for this Sarah O'Keefe.

I'll see you in there.

Good on you. Sorry.

Please, step back!

We cannot answer your questions
at this time.

We believe that a Miss Sarah O'Keefe
has been abducted

and we would ask
that anybody who can help us

with our enquiries
should call our helpline.

I can say no more than
that at this time.

Where's Sarah O'Keefe?
What have you done with her? Who?

She's the one that got away, Niall!

You had to fix that before we came
for you, didn't you?

Where is she? What?

She's got a little boy,
18 months! He wants his mummy!

Niall, do you want a break?
He's just had a break!

Where were you last night? Hunting.

I don't know this woman.

Bullshit! Where is she?!
I DON'T KNOW HER, ALL RIGHT?!

Just get me out of here, all right?!

This is your last chance, Niall.

This is your last chance to buy
a bit of goodwill.

Bit of remorse goes a long way with
the judge. Isn't that right, Sophie?

We need to search his farm again.

Well, sir, it's our patch.

My men know that farm inside out.

I can handle the search and you can
stay here where you need to be.

I'll decide "where I need to be".

Thank you. Sergeant.

Can I ask you something? What?

When you were based down here,
do you remember any cases

Dr Jenkins worked where the
re-dressing signature was present?
No.

The first time I asked you why
you'd recruited me

and not Dr Jenkins
you hinted at a prior conflict.

I'm not sure now is the best time.

Well, was the conflict recent or
when you worked down in Kirkhaven?

I really need you to give me
a straight answer, Jason.

Come here.

Look, Laing and MacNeil
aren't bad cops,

but they like to cut corners
when cases don't stick.

And Jenkins goes along with that?
It's been known, all right?

Now, I need to go. It's all hands
on deck to find Sarah O'Keefe.

And you better talk to Jack.

Something about this case disagrees
with him and he needs to deal
with it or go home.

Well, that's a bit harsh.
Not to say ungrateful.

He just gave Sarah's husband
a bollocking

after he told us how
she was abducted. That's harsh.

So, what have we got?

Searched the farm twice, sir.
No sign of Sarah O'Keefe.

The cellar
and some of the barns are padlocked.

SOCOs are on their way. They'll
have the tools to breach them.

Right, I'm just going
to have a wee look around.

Right you are, sir.

I lifted a clear set of prints
from the broken wiper

and they match prints
from Sarah O'Keefe's hairbrush.

She ripped that wiper off fighting
for her life for a second time.

Are you OK?

I'll be fine when we find Sarah
alive and well.

I hear you tore a strip off
her husband?

Yeah. I went back and apologised.

What is it about this case
that's affecting you so much?

This man preyed on the most
vulnerable women he could find,

then hunted them down like vermin.

What is there not to be affected by?

We've seen worse.

Not worse.

Jack...

What is it?

All right.

When I was 16,
I met a girl called Katie...

That's how the best stories
start, isn't it? Go on.

She just turned up at our school
in the middle of term...

She was different. Pretty wild.

Funny. Didn't give
a shit about the rules...

And we dated for about a year,

and, er...

and then she got expelled
for dishing out Es

at the Christmas carol service.

Oh, dear. Yeah...

Anyway, my parents laid down
the law.

No more Katie?

Broke my heart,

but, yeah,

I dumped her.

She couldn't
get into another school,

then fell in
with a really bad crowd.

Her parents kicked her out.

What happened to her?

She died of a heart attack a week
before her 19th birthday.

Heroin-and-coke speedballs. Yeah...

Found her body in an underpass.

They say...she was trying
to get warm.

I didn't speak to my parents
for six months.

But it was me
that I couldn't forgive.

Still can't.

You said she was wild, right?

So, maybe that's just who she was.

Maybe...

..Katie was just hard-wired
to be that way...

..and not even Jack Hodgson

would have been able to keep her
on course?

Body is that of a young female.

Decomposition rates, factoring
in temperature and soil conditions,

collectively suggest the victim died
three-and-a-half to four years ago.

Three false teeth.

The kind a patient wears
while a permanent bridge is made.

So, it seems our victim had
a temporary bridge installed

right before she was abducted.

We're probably only talking
a few days, a week at the most.

But then, after that,
it would seem logical,

she missed a follow-up appointment.

To have the permanent bridge
put in its place, yes.

I'll phone around
Kirkhaven dentists.

We may get an ID.

Dr Jenkins. Ross.

Sir. No sign of Sarah, but we've
nailed Niall to the wall for good.

Nailed him? Nailed him, how?
"Nailed him how, SIR"! Sir.

Broken wiper. That's not all.

Pat.

Hairs. Exact visual match
for Sarah's long brown hair.

Compelling.

Any sign of a Winchester.308? No.

It's just that all the victims
were killed with one

and it's pretty much the only model
of rifle Niall Wallace doesn't own.

So, he was smart enough not to use
a gun registered in his name.

I mean, we know he's forensically
sharp, right? Right.

And, obviously, he's got a second
location where he's keeping Sarah.

THAT'S where the Winchester will be.
Now, all we need to do is find it.

Find what?
That second location, sir.

I just said that.

Well done, sir.

Are you any closer to sourcing
the white paint flakes
in Caitlin's hair?

Not yet, but we've managed to
identify one of the deceased

from her dental records.
Sending you over the details, now.

Jerome.

Jerome?

Hi, Jack. This is Nikki.
We work together. Hi.

Listen, Jack, I'm sorry if my mother
seemed defensive the other night.

That's fine. She knew you had
had her best interests at heart

when you offered to drive Amy home.
Yeah, don't worry about it.

Wasn't so pleased to lose one
of our best assets, though.

What do you mean? Apparently,
Amy took your advice
and went home to Mummy.

Thank God.

High horses.

What's that?
You should try getting off them.

He means, thank God she's safe.
It's fine, I get it.

You walk in a place like this

and all you see is women getting
exploited, right?

It's the guys who are the real
suckers. How's that?

Because they pay through
the nose, and for what?

To see some girl's tits and arse?

I mean, what's the girl lost?
A bit of dignity, maybe.

She's not even fully naked.

The way I see it,
it's the girls that are in charge.

Until someone drags them into their
van and rapes and murders them?

Who says that only
happens to pole dancers?

What about this latest girl
who's gone missing?

Sorry, but we're in something
of a hurry.

What does the name Magda Borek
mean to you? I own this bar.

If you have any questions,
address them to me.

Happily. It was you we came to see.

Yes, I paid for Magda's dental work.

Why? She worked here.

And all your girls enjoy
a comprehensive health package,
do they? Give me a break!

Magda slipped and fell
and was all for suing me.

We reached an agreement,
I'd pay for her dental bills,
and she'd move on.

That's interesting. Meredith Caine,
who did the reconstructive work,

believed it was the result
of a physical assault.

And looking at the photos Dr Caine
took of Magda's jaw, so do I.

I'm telling you, she fell.

If you're implying a punter hit her
and I covered it up, forget it.

I'd have the police here
in a heartbeat.

What? Here's the bottom line -

at least two girls who worked for
you wound up dead in Macroom Forest.

You going to tell me that's just
a coincidence? Well, it is.

And you can't prove otherwise.

That's a very strange thing
to say, Stella.

Stella, in the days after
that bridge was installed,

Magda was abducted and killed.

Please, be honest with us. If
somebody hit her... How many times?!

She fell over coming off stage.

She blamed the lighting
and the floor tiles
and was talking legal action.

Maybe I'm a mug,
maybe it was scare tactics,

but I didn't fancy some vast
compensation claim so I paid up.

And now I'm paying again.

The good news is that hairs
we found in Niall Wallace's vehicle

are a DNA match for Sarah O'Keefe.

The bad news, he is still not
talking.

It's up to us to find Sarah
and we only have hours to do it.

If she is alive,
she likely has no access to water.

This is a picture of Sarah
leaving her apartment block.

This picture was taken on the night
she was abducted...

Now, we've searched every
corner of the Wallace estate,

so he must have her at another
location. Where?

To find that out, you're going to
have to scour

every aspect of his life.

Because her life depends on it.

Get out. Find out.
Anyone got any questions, please?

Good.

Oh!

I had Clarissa clean up the CCTV
of Sarah leaving her flat.

Now, in Sarah's driving licence
photo, she's got long hair.

Some of the hair recovered
from her hairbrush is also long.

But on the night she was abducted,
her hair's much shorter,

almost bobbed. Exactly.

You think that the longer hair
was taken from Sarah's hairbrush

and planted in Niall's jeep?

Yeah. And my money's
on Laing doing the planting.

Do the timings work? Did Laing have
access to the evidence?

Yes, to both. I checked the
hairbrush into the evidence locker

and went straight to tell Laing
about Sarah's probable abduction.

I was surprised he was sitting out
the interview with Niall.

So was DS MacNeil. He invited Laing
in twice, and twice he refused.

Yeah, he didn't want to be trapped
in an interview room. Then he went
off to search Niall's farm.

When I offered to assist
he knocked me back...

He couldn't plant evidence
and break the wiper with you
breathing down his neck...

One question.
Why is he planting evidence at all?

And why the hell would he frame
an innocent man,

knowing that he was sentencing
Sarah to death?

No idea.

What if Dr Jenkins
has an inkling about Laing?

No. You'll never get him to break
ranks with Laing and MacNeil.

No. Not without leverage.

Where's the Collator's Office
in Kirkhaven station?

MUSIC:
"Slave To Love" by Bryan Ferry

You told me it was urgent.

They found Magda's dental bridge

and, Christ knows how,
but they know I paid for it.

What happened, Stella?

Jerome said he'd caught her using,

tried to confiscate the drugs,
but she resisted...

And he hit her in self-defence?

More likely she saw through
his knight-in-shining-armour act
and paid the price.

I don't know. That's why
I covered her dental bills.

Because I didn't know!

What?

Oh, God forbid, Stella!

No...

No way.

Forget it.

Don't tell me the thought
hasn't crossed your mind!

It hasn't crossed my mind. No way!

I mean, you've got someone, right?

Yes, I've got "someone". I took
care of that. What do you mean?

I took precautions to protect us.

But if Jerome did this...
He didn't!

If he did, and the truth gets out...

There's no "if" here, Simon.
Jerome's just not capable of...

Of what? Eh?!

I wish I shared your confidence...!

Hello. Do me a favour and just swing
by Jerome's place,

see if he's in, OK? Jerome?

Jerome Nelson. 'What, do you want me
to give him some money?'

No. Just keep an eye on him, that's
all. 'What's up? Is he in trouble?'

No, it's probably...probably
nothing. Aye, it's done.

He's on the move.

You want me to stop him?

Sir?

No. Follow him. Follow him,
and speak to nobody but me. Clear?

I'm not sure I am. How many times
have I covered your arse, Mike?

Eh, how many times?

Jesus! No need for that.

I'm sorry. Call me
when he gets where he's going. OK?

Yeah. Will do.

Gunshot wound to the chest.
No corresponding bullet hole
in her clothes.

She was re-dressed
just like the forest victims.

But this happened here
in Kirkhaven six years ago.

What was the official version
of events?

Classic murder-suicide.

Danielle Farley, a 21-year-old
prostitute shot by her pimp,

Darren Mounsey,

also found dead at the scene
from a gunshot wound to the head.

Not a lick of jewellery.

But she's got pierced ears
and ring marks on her fingers...

Trophies from his first kill.

Prostitutes make easy prey.
Smart place to start.

Turn the page.

I knew that Jenkins
had seen the re-dressing before!

So, why did he deny it?

Danielle Farley's murder was solved.

Her pimp, Darren Mounsey...
Shot her before shooting himself.
Yes, I've read your report.

There's your answer. There's
no connection. There can't be.

This wasn't a murder-suicide,
this was a double murder

and I have no doubt
that the Macroom Forest killer
was responsible. Do you?

I've made my position
perfectly clear.

Well, allow me to do the same.

Darren Mounsey.

As you are aware, almost all
gunshot suicides

are a product of a contact shot

which leaves muzzle burn
or close-range shots

which leave stippling and fouling.
I'm seeing neither. Are you?

Nor is there any spatter
on the right hand

with which he supposedly
pulled the trigger.

All this suggests
that he was shot from further away
by a third party.

Well, let's just call it a
professional difference of opinion.

That certainly sounds better
than "wilfully covering up
a double murder".

Danielle and Darren worked
as informants for Laing and MacNeil.

MacNeil has a temper.

I assumed he'd fallen out
with them, shot them.

Laing was trying to clean
up his mess.

By staging a murder-suicide?

Are you saying that MacNeil
wasn't at the scene?

Mmm. Just Laing.

'Poor guy spent his life
clearing up after MacNeil...

'It was a crude effort.

'The gun, a Walther P38, was placed
in Darren's open right hand,

'turned out he was left-handed.

'And while Darren's prints
were on the handle,

'they weren't on the trigger.'

And you went along with it?

Yeah, I appeased my conscience.
I kept the gun.

It's clean.

I swabbed for DNA and prints
at the time.

Work. Sorry.

I knew you couldn't identify me.

But that's not the reason
I took you.

I took you because
you're the only one that got away.

The only one.

Sir, we've made a link between
the Macroom Forest bodies

and a double shooting
that took place here
in Kirkhaven back in 2009.

A link? The re-dressing signature
is present,

as well as the removal
of the victim's jewellery.

We've also recovered the gun
used in the 2009 shooting.

It bears traces of male DNA.
Male DNA that's a very close match
to your own.

I can shed more light
on the paint flakes
from Caitlin's hair.

There's an unusual anti-bacterial
chemical coagulant,

which makes it likely the paint's
from a meat-packaging plant

or a dairy farm building.
OK, that helps...

And I've lifted a print
from the material used
to blindfold Magda Borek.

Do you have a match?

Yes. A Stella Nelson,
formerly known as Maxine Clay,

owner of the Manhattan Bar
in Kirkhaven.

I have just e-mailed you
her mug shot if that helps.

Who is Stella Nelson,
born Maxine Clay, to you?

Stella Nelson is the mother
of my son.

Where is Sarah O'Keefe?
Where has he taken her?

If I knew, I would tell you...
Jack!

Run.

RUN!

Screw you.

'My son is a troubled soul.'

If anyone can make him talk,
it's me.

Has Jerome ever worked
at an abattoir or a dairy farm?

Stella's brother used to work
at Young's dairy farm.

Out on the B20?

Did Jerome ever go there?

I'm sure he did,
but they closed it down years ago.

Keys.

You need to start talking. Now.

You can't run from DNA.

Stella proved Jerome was mine.

Her silence came at a price.

The Manhattan Bar.

Well, down payment anyway.

Next time I saw Jerome again,

I was married with a daughter...

But no son.

You reconnected?

It was an insane risk...

..I knew it, but...

..he was mine.

My flesh and blood.

'I started to take him hunting.'

That was a mistake.

'The more he saw of me,
the more he resented

'it hadn't been me that raised him.'

Blamed his mum and what she'd been.

He was just full of hate.

I mean, CONSUMED by it...

running his mum down every
other minute.

'And one day I'd...had enough.'

Plus my wife was pregnant, so...

..I knocked it on the head.

Did you tell Jerome
about the pregnancy?

He was devastated.

He...

..guilt-mongered me into...

..taking him out one last time.

'He told me Peter Wallace
was an accident and I just wanted
to believe him.'

Jerome!

No, it SUITED you to believe him!

Turning him in would've meant
your wife finding out.

But now Jerome had you over
a barrel.

And he could call you any time
he got into trouble, right?

Take your jacket off.

Walk forward.

Keep walking.

Stop.

Take your blindfold off.

Look at me.

Run.

'I thought Danielle was a one-off.'

'I tried to keep an eye
on him after that.'

'I had no idea
he'd gone on to kill other girls.'

I swear.

You need to make this right, sir.
As much as you ever can.

Sarah!

SARAH!

(Oh, Jesus Christ!)

Stop-stop-stop!

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah...?

Sarah. Sarah?

We're going to get you
out of here, OK?

..She's alive!
Get some help, though!

..All right. Just...stay there.

Stop that! What? Stop it!

I need to talk to you!
What the hell are you doing?!

Don't you talk to me like that!
Shut up! Come here!

Give me that jewellery.
I didn't have any business giving it
to you in the first place.

It's going to get us in a lot of
trouble. Why? Did you steal it?

Well, you could say that...
You worthless piece of shit!

Who are you to insult anyone?
I mean, seriously, look at yourself.

What do you think people see? Hmm?

A businesswoman?! A boss?!

A proud, single mum?!

No! They see a whore!

A worthless old, withered whore.

So, what does that make me, eh?!

I feel BAD!

I hurt all those girls
cos I just wanted to hurt YOU!

Hurt me? Why?

Caitlin... Oh, my God!

He's right...

"Right?" Who's right?
Get away from me!

Mum! Who's right? Someone been
pouring poison in your ear? Jerome!

Jerome, if anyone deserves
your anger, it's me not her.

Jerome, please.

Please, put it down.

Jerome, you do the right thing

and I'll always be there for you.

I'll be the dad you always wanted.

Deserved.

Do you mean that?

I do.

Simon...?

Laing.

Laing!

Don't move! Stay down, sir!
Stay down!

Any luck IDing Caitlin?

Looks like she'll just be
"Caitlin" for ever...

Her daughter will never know

that she didn't just abandon her,

she couldn't come home.

It was a drunken shag,
not Wuthering Heights!

Mum, did you hear what I said?
He's evil. You can't be with him!

OK, we're all impressed.
But maybe put the knife down?