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Ever think it might be a lie?

I'm thinking that in five years,
this is all gone!

No one is ever going to sing your
favourite song, ever again.

You can't break the vow of the
confessional, can you?

I hurt someone.

That's my confession.

All right, so why this bloke? I
mean, why this priest?

It can't just be random.

Can somebody help me?

You see, this killer, he's on a spree.

Unless you give us a name,

more people are going to die.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

Did my dad rape you?!

Yes.

We cut you a deal.

We keep your son out of prison, you
bring us Charlie Hicks.

If you can find out what she's
done with this file,

then she's not in your life any more.

- Some praying...
- The Hard Sun is coming,

and I am its messenger.

If he's there...

let him stop me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...

Get dressed.

News just coming in. We have several
unconfirmed reports

of multiple casualties at a shrine

set up in memory of helpline
volunteer Jamie Unwin. A young

woman who was brutally killed on the
same spot just two days ago.

Police say they are unable at this
time to confirm or deny

any link to yesterday's socalled
Good Samaritan murder

on a local bus.

Police are urging members of the
public to remain vigilant,

and to avoid approaching anyone
claiming to need help

or anyone seemingly in distress.

What are your thoughts? Do you feel
safe on our streets?

Phone in now on 08081570999.

Eyewitnesses didn't see much.

One of them saw a man kneel to put
that head down.

She's with the sketch artist now.

That's Jason Walker, him and his
news team, totally wiped out.

Nobody tried to help - too scared.

So first he brings Jamie Unwin to
this spot.

We assumed he was looking for
maximum visibility,

maximum shock value.

Well, he's succeeded.

But maybe he knew he'd be coming back.

- Knew he'd be back?
- Yeah.

Yeah, young woman like Jamie Unwin
dies in circumstances like this,

it's a fair bet a shrine's going to
spring up, bring the media with it.

I need the last footage that this took.

He took it.

What?!

These things hold standard SDXC
memory cards.

The killer took them both.

Where's DCI Hicks?

He says he'll see us at Lethe Road.

We started going out when I was 14.

Everyone loved him.

I mean, he was handsome and good at
sport, all that.

But he was kind, too. I couldn't
believe he was my boyfriend.

Then I couldn't believe he was my
husband.

I'd hear all these other women
moaning about their husbands

and II'd feel guilty because Alex
wasn't like that at all.

I mean, at all.

I'm sorry, I just...

I just can't believe he's gone.

I just can't believe it.

Jesus, Elaine.

Do you know why I'm here?

No.

Do you know who I am?

No.

Well, I know who you are.

It must eat you alive.

Being silenced.

Because they can't bear the truth of it.

Please... don't do this... please.

Jesus!

God!

I'm giving you your life back.

In exchange, I want you to give me a
voice.

I'll be watching, Will.

Now just a few hours ago, an
estimated 300 people

were stood on this spot, some
singing, some praying...

Keep filming or he dies.

The Hard Sun is coming.

And I am its messenger.

Listen, Will, I know you see this
as being a way back into the game,

but it's not going to happen.

Except, you know everyone's going
to want this, Alan.

And here you are at the sorry end of
a career in a dying industry,

editing a thirdrate clickbait
engine that you hate

and don't even understand.

When was the last time you had an
actual scoop, Alan?

And more to the point, when's it
ever going to happen again?

All right, you lovely people, have
we caught him yet?

If not, why not?

Er, forensics got footprints at
the allotments.

Size nine and a half,

tread pattern consistent with German
paratrooper boots.

These are being circulated as we speak.

Narrows it down to about eleventy
million people.

Where'd he get this?

Well, it turns out there are 52
Catholic churches in London,

hundreds of C of E and other
denominations,

and right now, it's about five
o'clock in the morning, so...

Have you checked St Mary's? You
know, Dennis' place?

Yeah, yeah. First place we looked.

Come with me, please.

Come on.

This is what your silence is leading to.

You got it?

I just want to show you this, too.

Who is he, Dennis?

Who is he?!

Are you going to make me ask
what's going on here?

Just trying to jog Father Dennis'
memory, boss.

And can we?

Apparently not.

Dandy. Then let's send Father
Dennis home, shall we?

DI Renko, spare me a moment, please?

So, you have concluded that Charlie
Hicks didn't kill Alex Butler,

but the people who put you in place
to run this investigation

don't believe that conclusion to be
supported by the evidence.

There is no evidence. That's the point.

There is a concern you might
become compromised.

As a result of which, the deal you
brokered

has been rendered null and void.

Once he's released from hospital,
Daniel will be transferred to

a maximumsecurity prison facility
forthwith.

- You can't do that.
- Sit back and watch me.

Unless...

I give you what you want.

DCI Hicks is not innocent.

- He's innocent of this.
- So you say.

But if your new pal didn't put that
bullet in Butler's head, who did?

Because if you really want to keep
Daniel from being subjected

to nightly bukkake parties on the
secure wing,

it's not enough to tell me Hicks is
innocent.

Prove it. Bring me whoever did,

soon...

or it is out of my hands.

Hey, hey, hey. What was all that about?

He knows about Daniel.

He ordered me to take compassionate
leave.

- What, today?
- Yeah. He knows what he can swivel on.

So, II've been chewing this over,

this thing with the news cameras,
the SD cards and what have you.

Now, I'm wondering if it's not about
legitimacy.

I mean, any common or garden Looney
Tunes can put himself on YouTube,

but our boy doesn't think of himself
as common or garden Looney Tunes.

He thinks of himself as news.

So, if he's got something important
to say, what are the chances

he's already tried to say
it somehow and failed?

Actually, that's not a daft thought.

Thank you so much.

No, I mean, the thing about
loneactor massacres is,

82% of the time, friends

and family know about the killer's
grievance well in advance, so...

Whatever his message is,

he's probably tried to get it out
there before.

Yeah, probably on the internet,
but nobody listened.

So, what if he's decided to go
direct to source? Oldschool media.

Corrected & Synced by BakuganTV.
Or newspaper.

Too late.

It's now just a few hours ago,
an estimated 300 people

were stood on this spot, some
singing, some praying, others...

Keep filming or he dies.

The Hard Sun is coming.

And I am its messenger.

Hard Sun is coming. Hard Sun is not God.

God is the Creation and the Light.
God is the Word.

Hard Sun is destruction and darkness
and silence.

You think yourselves good, but
you're monsters.

You consume more than you could ever
need,

while all over the world children
die in misery.

Your gluttony is a holocaust of dead
infants.

Your charity is nourished by death
and despair.

Your charity is your hypocrisy

and your hypocrisy is your death
sentence.

I'm here to punish you.

This city is an unmarked grave.

But Dennis can stop me. Father
Dennis Chapman can stop me.

Christ! He's named the priest!

So breaking news, we have a priest
who knows who the killer is.

This is your time for your thoughts.

We have another caller here, Richard...

Yeah, they wonder why
the churches are empty

on Sunday morning, they
haven't got a clue!

Dennis.

Adam, it's your time, you called...

Well, II'm a Catholic and I love
my god and my Church, but how can

a priest ever offer absolution to a
murderer who's not repentant?

That's a very good point, Adam.

I really think you'd better leave here.

We've got time for one more...

It's the antidepressants. She's
gone all glasshalffull.

Well, that's not the worst crime
in the world, though, is it?

Being an optimist.

Yeah. And I mean, it's not like I
don't feel bad about it.

But she used to be... not sarcastic,

but she had, like, this dry wit?

Now she's all like, "Everything
happens for a reason."

And I'm like, "Actually, no!"

No, it don't happen for no reason.

Hey, what's he doing?

No, is that...

Is that...

Is that petrol?

- Nah!
- I hope not.

Dude, there's a man in the front
seat, as well. Go, call them.

- Is there?
- Call them, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

No! No, no, no, no, no.

Oi, no!

He's got a light! Oi!

No! No, no, no, don't do that!

Don't do that. Don't do that! I said
don't do that!

Come on out.

Help him out.

What's going on? Hey, what are
this lot doing here?

The case has been passed up to
Counter Terrorism.

What?!

You'll give them access to all
the evidence collected so far,

and continue working in a support role.

Come on. Look, he's just
getting started. You know that!

Look, he's not a name on a Counter
Terrorism database.

He's a murderer.

Look, they'll just keep blundering
after him until they get lucky.

All right, how many people does he
kill between now and then?

That may or may not be so,

but as of now, this case belongs to
Counter Terrorism,

who will be dazzled

and charmed by the extent of your
willingness to cooperate.

Let's start by fetching Father
Chapman back for them.

Maybe they'll have more luck
extracting a name than you did.

Hello.

Dad?

Hey, you all right, sweet pea?

Don't call me that. Is it OK to go
to school?

Well, that's a new one! What are
you on about?

I heard it on the news.

What if he comes to my school or
something?

Like happens in America.

Hey, now you listen here.

Look, he's just some twonk with
1,000 beefyfaced coppers

chasing after him.

Promise, though?

Cos he's well fearsome.

"Well fearsome"?! What you on about?

Look, he's just some wanker in a mask.

Dad!

Well, he is!

Now, you listen to me, young lady -
I will take him onehanded,

with a Jaffa Cake stuffed in my mouth,

and be home before the chocolate's
melted. How's that?

All right?

All right, love you.

Love you.

You want to step away from this?

Absolutely not.

OK.

What's the plan?

OK, look, we, er, we let the others
show support for Counter Terrorism,

you know, interview witnesses, turn
the soil.

You take that day as leave?

Not on your nelly.

Right. Well, the boss is still
watching us.

So do what he says. Go and see your boy.

What about the priest?

OK. Look, Dennis is obviously not
going to cooperate -

well, not willingly or deliberately-

and the killer knows that, so I
think we can use it against him.

You know, tickle him out like a trout.
How?

Unethically.

Fair play.

Your mate, the, er, journalist,
the one that went into hiding?

Will?

Yeah. We know the killer's
watching him. We can use that.

You think you can track him down?

Absolutely.

All right, good.

Where will you be?

Probably best you don't know.

Excuse me, sir, do you have a second?

Absolutely.

Excellent! OK! Did you know that
cancer...

Why are you doing this?

Er... for Cancer Action UK.

OK. But why are YOU doing it?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Has cancer affected your life?

Right, with you.

Well, I suppose I know people who it
has affected, so that's why...

But that's not why you're here,
doing it?

No. Notnot as such.

But, yeah, well, it's actually a
job, so...

Which means you're basically a
cancer whore.

Er, wellwell, I wouldn't say that.

I'm actually... I'm actually a
student. Hotel management.

Did you see it? Her room?

Yeah. Yeah, I saw it.

She's like a feral cat. You don't
want that thing stalking you.

No.

I assume the password worked?

So...

the flash drive?

Look, you're going to have to
give me a chance here.

You know what she's like. Look,
she's got no one.

You know, no family. No friends. No
social life. No one.

No, all she's got is enemies.

Including her own son.

Which is why you went after him.

It was a sound idea, in theory.

Yeah, what theory was that?

If all she's got is enemies, which
enemy can she trust the most?

Look at that...

He rented the downstairs flat. And
there was just something about him.

I don't know...

Going on about decadent this and
purifying that...

Two years ago he went to Macedonia
as an aid worker.

Something happened over there.

He came back and he was... different.

I know it sounds mad, but I swear
it was him.

Absolutely swear. I collect money
for cancer research.

He called me a "cancer whore" and
then laughed.

Did you do this to me?

Allow the press to release my name?

No. I wouldn't do that.

But listen.

This isn't going to get any easier.

All right, you've been getting a lot
of death threats -

we have to take that very seriously.

You know, a lot of very scared
people are blaming you for this.

Make him stop! Catch him, for
Christ's sake!

You're the police!

And you're the only person in
London that knows his name.

Look, things have moved on quite a bit.

It's being treated as a terrorist
incident.

It's not even my case any more.

Look, I've been sent by Counter
Terrorism to see that you're protected.

So, if you'd like to accompany me,
please?

I suppose I don't have any say in
the matter?

Absolutely none. Sorry.

Police presence in London has
been greatly increased.

In related news, officers say
they're concerned

for the safety of Father Dennis
Chapman, who's gone missing from

his parish in Shepherd's Bush after
receiving dozens of death threats.

It's all kicking off out there.

Here. Take these.

Do you think Charlie's all up in it?

Who knows?

- Do you think he'll be OK?
- Noone's going to hurt Charlie Hicks.

You can't say that, though.

I can totally say that. In fact, I

think I just heard myself saying that.

You didn't say it about Dad.

Hello?

I'm sorry. Who is this?

Are you Elaine?

I am, yeah.

All right, well, then, what's
happening? What's this about?

Charlie Hicks.

Listen, I know you two are close,

but can I just be candid here?

Yeah. Please do. I mean, that'd be nice.

And this is in total confidence now.

Right. You're actually freaking me
out a bit.

Do you think he killed your husband?

What?! No, of course not! Of
course he didn't!

Jesus!

For what it's worth, I don't think
so, either.

But some people disagree.

What people?

Serious people.

Does he ever talk to you about it?

No. Why would he?

He knows they're coming for him, Mari.

And do you know what he's done to
clear his name? Nothing!

OK. You're going to
need to slow down for

a second cos I'ml'ml'm not following.

I'm just saying, why
would he be happy to

walk around with it
hanging over his head?

I don't know.

Nor do I.

Not really.

Basically, I can only think of one
reason.

And what's that?

To protect someone he loves.

Right.

And now are you accusing me of
something?

I am asking you. Completely off
the record.

If you know anything - anything at
all - about your husband's death,

you've got to tell me.

Please. Because I think Charlie
really needs your help right now.

I really do.

There's nothing.

OK.

Can you do me a favour and just
think about it, all right?

Just think about it for me.

And how do you answer your critics
who say you have to

acknowledge a connection between
these crimes and the Hard Sun hoax

which seems to have ended your career?

Well, if my career had been ended,
I wouldn't be sitting here.

Well, given this man claims to be
motivated at least in part

by that story, do you feel any sense
of responsibility?

Absolutely not. Look, however
warped his motivation,

however deluded his world view, this
isn't about me.

It's about people's right to know.

It's totally demented. We've
got multiple unconfirmed sightings,

hundreds of witnesses,

no usable CCTV footage, dozens of
confessions.

People just keep adding straw onto
the haystack.

The harder we look for him, the more
difficult he is to find.

Ask George to crossreference
everyone coming

forward against Dennis'
little black address book.

Yeah, just to be sure.

Got it. Done and done.

All right.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry. Is there somewhere
you need to be?

I've got a home.

I wouldn't recommend it. You're
the most hated person in London.

I'm sure the police can look after me.

Well, why should we?

Why should we waste our resources on
someone who refuses to help us?

Or refuses to help himself, for that
matter.

Why'd you become a priest, Dennis?

Because I wanted to serve God!

All right.

Well, before that, ever been in love

with an actual human being?

I've loved. And I've been loved.

And you gave it all up. For God?

Yeah.

You never felt like maybe He was
asking for quite a lot?

Course I did.

Yeah, I mean, after all that,
after everything you gave up,

you think you think this is what He
wants for you?

Right here, now? Today?

You've heard of waterboarding, I expect?

Stop now, Charlie. Enough.

I mean, honestly, it's, er,

well, it's one of the worst things
that can happen to someone.

Yeah, even the, er, the Special
Forces...

You know, people that are trained
for it, you know, hard men

and women,

even they can't stand it for more
than a few seconds.

You know, it's only ever used as an
absolute last resort.

It's very effective, though.

You don't want to do this.

No, you're right, I don't.

So don't do it.

Well, then, don't make me.

This isn't you, Charlie. You're a
good man.

You have a kind heart.

But you can't hide that kind of heart.

I'm a good man, am I?

You don't need to do this.

Then tell me what I need to know
and it doesn't have to happen.

Don't put yourself through this!

Then let me stop!

- I can't do this!
- You can!

- Who is he?
- For your own sake!

Let me go!

Go where, Dennis?

Go where?

I mean, where is there you can go?

The people are scared and they blame
you, and scared people

do terrible things.

They'll crucify you.

They'll rip you to pieces!

- People are animals.
- You don't think that.

I more than think it.

Are you a gambling man, Charlie?

Why?

Because I'm offering a wager.

If you agree to let me go,

we'll tell everyone where I am.

Everyone - and then we'll see who comes.

OK, looks like the priest's on board.

What? He gave you a name?

Yeah, well, not in so many words,
but, yeah.

I think I've talked him round. How'd
it go your end?

Ready to spread the word?

I'm good to go.

It's me.

Let me in.

No.

I will break down your door down
if I have to.

Howhow did you find me?

ISP. You answered my emails.

Wait a minute! I thought that was
a booty call.

You were playing me?

Like a Swanee whistle. Open the door.

All that stuff about your son, was
that even true?

Of course not.

Shit, Elaine! That... That's
pretty dark.

Thatthat's not the sort of thing
you lie about!

Your son tried to kill himself!

Well, you should've come to me
with this, Will -

not just run to a newspaper, used it
to save yourself.

The reason I lost my job in
the first place is

because you ran to a newspaper to do
exactly the same thing.

I've got something for you.

Another story.

What story? Why?

Because I need it out there,
unofficially,

and it cannot be traced to me, ever.

Why not?

Because I'm trying to catch a spree
killer before he kills anyone else.

And if I'm going to do that...

I need you...

I need you to hang Dennis Chapman
out to dry for me.

All right, you need to understand
this, now.

No one is going to be protecting
you. No one will be watching you.

And no one will help you. You are
completely alone.

One of the advantages of my line
of work - you're never alone.

Dennis.

Thank you for this.

Boss?

I need you to do me a favour.

I need you to dig out an old file,
late '90s.

Rape of a minor.

What, connected to this thing?

No. Listen...

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important. You know that.

All right, give me the details.

Dennis, this sounds very risky.

I'd like to stay with you, if I may?

I'd like it, too. But I can't have
that, Michael.

I can't have your safety on my
conscience.

Not only has Father Dennis refused
all offers of protection,

he's refused to put at risk anyone
whom the killer might believe

to be helping him and thereby making
them a potential target.

In the last few minutes, Father Dennis

has tweeted from an undisclosed
location,

thanking people for their offers of
support.

So all we know is, as London holds
its collective breath tonight,

Father Dennis is alone, with his
God, his faith and his conscience.

He's done it. He's posted the story.

OK, good.

And if the killer can smell what
we're doing?

Nah, he's too wrapped up in his
own shit to smell anything else.

Look, he'll just think that it's
Dennis leaving him a message,

you know - "Here I am. I'm alone and
I want to talk."

Look, trust me, he's a gloating bastard,

he won't be able to resist it.

And how does Dennis feel about that?

Well, he's pretending not to know
that's how it is.

What, that you've staked him out

on a leash like the goat in Jurassic
Park?

Yeah, I believe it's called a lie
of omissions - you don't ask,

you don't tell.

Look, I need you here as soon as you
can.

All right, I'm on my way.

All right.

Any news on the flash drive?

No, not as such.

Although, er, something you said did
ring a bell.

Something about trusting your enemy.

Go on.

All right, look, when she was 14,
Elaine Renko's parents

brought in a complaint of rape,
against a teacher.

Yeah, a guy named... Noah Underhill.

He taught English.

And then Elaine denied everything,

claimed she'd been assaulted by a
stranger,

so the investigation didn't go anywhere.

So she was a lying, intransigent
bitch even back then.

Well, you do have to wonder why.

Well, not really.

No, she was a kid. She was scared.

You know, maybe she thought she was
in love.

Maybe she just wanted it all to come
to an end.

But whatever, she saved his career

and most likely kept him out of prison.

So, if there's one favour she can
call on,

one enemy she can trust...

well, he's your man.

This is good work, Charlie.

This is really good.

Right, so now you need to make
good on your end.

You make sure that my family are
well looked after.

Right up until the end.

And don't hurt her.

Elaine. You don't need to hurt her.

Mishal.

Miriam Blackwood.

She was worried about her son -
devout Catholic,

some kind of aid worker.

Apparently, he worked with Dennis
Chapman at an innercity nightshelter.

And here's his name, in Dennis'
address book.

OK. Let's check him out. I'll
update Counter Terror.

Armed police! Armed police!

- Clear...
- Clear!

The Problem Of Pain.

Evil And The Justice Of God.

Reflections On Suffering And Evil.
On and on.

I'll get onto CT.

Looks like Blackwood's our man.

We've got a name for you.

Help me! Please! Somebody!

We should help.

The police warned us about helping
strangers.

OK? It was on the news. Just call 999.

No, you call them.

- Please! Somebody! Help me!
- Dia! Dia!

Hey! What are you doing?

Ssh.

Hello?

Open the door, Andreas! Open up!

Please help me!

My God!

Yeah. What's up?

They've got him.

He's dead.

So who is he?

William Cherry. 48. Unmarried
driving instructor.

Was he on the list?

Top of it. Counter Terrorism had
him flagged as prime suspect.

History of psychiatric problems,
religious mania.

Promising God's vengeance on sinners.

That sort of fun and games.

Yeah, but is there any connection
to Dennis Chapman?

Sorry, boss, not really.

Counter Terror's profiler thinks
it was random.

They reckon he did make a confession.

You were right about that.

He was probably in the first church he

stumbled across after
killing Jamie Unwin.

Shit!

All right, we'll leave the paperwork
to the victors.

We'll tie this off tomorrow, yeah?

I suppose I'd better tell Dennis
facetoface.

I at least owe him that.

Do you think he'll press charges?

Nah, the bloke's a Christian. Let
him forgive me.

So how do you say sorry for
waterboarding someone?

Yeah, all right,
threatening to waterboard

someone - it's a different
kettle of fish.

Completely.

Why? Do you think I
would have done it?

You'd totally have done it.

Michael... II'm sorry, Michael.

II don't understand.

Someone recognised the neon crucifix.

In your Tweet.

When it was on the news.

Word got around.

I tried to intervene, but there was
no stopping them.

They're here for you, Dennis.

They're here to stand with you.

And so am I.

Good evening, Father.

Good evening.

George.

Boss, sorry to do this to you, but
they've got the wrong man.

What?

The dead man at
Thamesview was a copycat.

I think we're looking for a man
called Blackwood, Thomas Blackwood.

All right, on a scale of one to
ten, how sure are you?

Ten.

Well, nine point something recurring.

But I'm in a minority of one.

I already reported this to Counter
Terror and to Bell,

but they don't want to hear it. But
they're wrong.

All right, now, listen, you send
me what you've got.

You tell Armed Response to go to The
Sacred Heart Church

and to do it quietly.

- On our way.
- All right, good.

Right, he's saying we've got the
wrong man on the slab.

- Do you think he's in there?
- Shit, I don't know.

I've been trying to tickle him out.

I didn't expect the Glastonbury
festival to turn up.

Well, we can't wait for Armed Response.

It's very moving.

Erm...

I look at your faces...

and you all seem

so content in your bravery and goodness.

So keen to be congratulated.

But, looking out at the faces before
me...

I don't see goodness.

And I don't see selfsacrifice.

I see a rabble

of complacent

selfsatisfied

narcissists.

Now, you... You may not like what
I'm saying,

but it's truth, and the truth will
save you.

You're contemptible.

And I need you out of here.

All of you, out of my sight!

No!

Leave! Everyone! Go!

Ha, ha, ha! Yes, Dennis!

You were telling the truth up there.
That's all I wanted.

For you to know the truth.

Stop!

Enough!

Bring him here.

He tried to attack me and I defended
myself as best I could,

until you managed to restrain him.

Are you sure you want to do this
to yourself, Dennis?

It's already done.

Can you hear Him now, Thom?

Can you hear Him?

Because I can.

I can hear Him.

Yes!

Dennis!

Do you hear that?

Do you hear Him, Thom?

Hi, I'm Gretchen Ross from Social
Services.

Someone on high wants Charlie Hicks.

You just keep your people out of my way.

Could you just look him in the eye

and... tell him it wasn't his fault?

I will kill you stone dead.

I will finish you!

I just want to treasure what we've
got...

while we've got it.

I can take it all away.

All the people you love.

Here they come...

ready or not.

Here comes trouble.

Corrected & Synced by Bakugan