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Dennis Nilsen is charged with murdering

Kenneth Ockenden, Martyn Duffy,
William Sutherland, Malcolm Barlow,

John Howlett and Stephen Sinclair.

He's also accused of attempting
to murder Douglas Stewart

and Paul Knobbs.

As each of the eight
charges were read out,

the defendant was asked,
"How say you, Nilson?

"Are you guilty or not guilty?"

Eight times, in a firm voice,
he replied, "Not guilty."

But is Nilson guilty of murder,

or is he guilty only of manslaughter?

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I don't understand.

Well, it's quite simple.

Having spoken to my solicitors,
my barrister, um...

learned people from the
psychology profession,

I'm not sure if I am guilty.

But on-on what grounds?

In all the months
that we've been talking

you've not mentioned a
plea of insanity once.

Not insanity, no.
Diminished responsibility.

But am I mad? I don't know.

Madness, as Quixote said,
"Madness is seeing life as it is,

"and not as it should be."

You murdered those men, Des.

And you knew what you were doing.

Did I? I don't deny taking their lives.

You know, I must wear
the label of a killer,

and maybe I should be hanged for it.

But I didn't plan them.

Never.

I took them home with
much purer intentions.

Then I'd wake up and
they'd be sat there, dead.

Now, no-one feels the
weight of that more than me.

But the power of responsibility,
at that time, was nil.

I-I look in the mirror,
and I see me, yeah?

Just me. It's friendly, helpful,
responsible me. Just that.

If this was true,
then why didn't you go to the police

after the first time it happened?

Don't you think I contemplated
that, Brian? Eh?

Don't you think I wanted to
hand myself in, or end it all?

Y'know? But then...

survival and shame and the future

makes you promise yourself
it'll never happen again...

till it does.

But yeah, I mean...

had it not been for the dog,
I may well have surrendered myself.

All I know is I don't know,

and thus, a jury needs to decide.

The press will be allowed to
publish every word spoken in court.

Every single detail exposed.

Is that not what you're doing?

Well, I'm not exploiting

these young men's tragedies
to sell newspapers.

No, you're just exploiting me.

I hope you know me better than that.

I just want to get to the truth.

Don't you?

_

Peter, you know Mr Green, QC.

Allan, please.

I hear he's got the Krays' brief?

And Ivan Lawrence as QC.

It's a formidable defence team,
to say the least.

Please, take a seat.

I take it their angle's
diminished responsibility?

- Didn't wash with Sutcliffe.
- The jury won't buy it.

Sutcliffe didn't watch
TV with the bodies.

Nilsen's not insane.

They don't have to prove that.

All they have to do

is show that he was suffering
some abnormality of mind

and therefore not fully
responsible for what he was doing.

We, on the other hand,
have to prove that these crimes

were carefully planned and premeditated.

Surely his confessions do that.

I'm afraid the confessions
only take us so far.

What do you mean?

He gave you a lot of answers
which prove what he did,

but not what mind he
was in when he did it.

He gave you exactly what he wanted to.

You hardly asked him
any probing questions

about what was on his mind.

Hold on. We didn't want
him to suddenly stop talking.

We needed to identify 15 people.

I understand that, but the effect
was he gave you a lot of details

that aren't going to
help us convict him.

I'm sorry,
are you saying he planned this?

We'll never know.
But if all we have are the confessions,

then that's not going to be enough.

We need more. Much more.

We should have pushed for motive.

Don't listen to Green.

Everybody always thinks they're
a better copper than a copper.

If he'd have stopped talking

there's no way we'd have
found the people we did.

Listen, they're just looking
for someone to blame

if this all goes pear-shaped.

But we're gonna make damned
sure that doesn't happen.

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

Thanks for meeting me.

Please, take a seat.

I almost didn't come.

But you did.

Cos you know this is wrong.

I take it he's written to you
over the past few months?

Oh, he has.

How much?

52 exercise books' worth.

We're gonna need to take a look at them.

That could be useful to
prove premeditation.

- Mr Jay...
- All that matters is that

we find as much evidence as we can

that Nilsen was in his right mind.

What if he's insane?

You think he's insane?

Well, it's not for me to decide.

He's not mad.
He knew what he was doing was wrong.

Well, I don't deny that.

But at the same time,

he was able to take the
head of someone he'd known,

the severed head,
into a cooking pot on the stove,

and let it simmer overnight.

And then the next morning,

he was able to pour
himself a cup of coffee

and butter a slice of toast,
whilst turning up the heat

to make sure that
the head was boiling properly.

Now that is completely mad.

I mean...

He's really done a number
on you, hasn't he?

You mistake me, Mr Jay.

He's not my friend. I know who he is.

Do you?

Right, well, if there's nothing else...

Listen, if he can convince a jury

that he was out of his mind somehow,

then he only gets manslaughter.

He goes to a hospital and then
in 15 years he's deemed cured,

and he's back out on the streets.

Is that justice for the
victims and their families?

If that happens...

can you live with yourself?

Because I know I can't.

I'll drop the exercise
books off at the station.

But we have a murder weapon.

A tie attached to a knotted rope.

Seems pretty pre-emptive to me.

Okay, good. What else?

We've got Duffey's knives.

Nilsen let them rust in his back garden

so they could never be
traced back to Martyn.

That shows knowledge of wrongdoing,
therefore criminally sane.

That's a stretch.

What about these books from Masters?

Surely there's got to
be something in here.

The tragedy of the monochrome man?

I mean, most of it's rambling nonsense.

They help the defence if anything.

What about Douglas Stewart?

The press'll have a field day
with what happened to Stewart.

Police embarrassment is
hardly relevant now.

We have to use him. What else?

What about the Soho Project?

What about it?

A woman called.

Thinks someone in her therapy
group could be a possible victim...

but I thought we weren't
looking for them any more.

Okay, Steve and I will follow that up.

Is that our lot?

Paul Knobbs, in his statement, says...

Sorry to have called.

It's just he's been having
this recurring dream,

but actually,
I think he's been attacked.

Okay.

I hope I'm not wasting your time.

Is it all right if we
have a word with him?

Go easy on him, okay?

Of course. What's his name?

Carl.

All right.

I'm in a dark room.

I don't know where, and...

there's music but it's calm.

And then... this man appears.

And I can't see his face,

but he's very close to me.

Um... But I'm not afraid, because...

I'm warm.

I'm wrapped up in some
kind of sleeping bag.

And then, all of a sudden,
I feel something around my neck...

digging into my throat,
and-and choking me.

And I can hear him saying,
"Just stay still".

And then everything goes dark.

But then, after a while, I feel...

something on my face,

like... sort of like a dog
licking me or something.

Can you remember what breed?

Um... No.

Carl?

Have you seen this man?

- Yeah, yeah, on the news.
- His name is Dennis Nilsen.

He killed 15 young men and
attempted to kill seven others.

All of these men were strangled.

Mostly with a tie or a headphone cord.

But one, he tried to kill
with a sleeping bag.

No...

Cos the man in my dream keeps telling me

not to get caught up in the zip.

He also said he attempted to drown him

before resuscitating him.

I've never told anyone about the water.

Do you remember the water?

Yeah. Um...

It was cold water,

and I was being held down.

Where? In a bath or a sink?

I don't understand. Are you...

Are you telling me that
this actually happened?

Yes.

I think you're one of
Nilsen's attempted victims.

Because everything
that you are telling us

aligns to what he told us.

Can you remember where you met him or,

anything about where he lived?

Well, no...

You said he warned you
about the sleeping bag.

- What did he say exactly?
- I don't know.

When he warned you about the zip,

it shows he was planning
it way before he did it

so I need you to be clear. Come on.

- Just try to remember.
- I don't wanna do this any more.

Look, you have to. I know this is tough,

- but we need all the details.
- Detective.

- Just think.
- Detective,

he's told you he's had enough.

I'm aware of that, but

- we are, I'm-I'm just trying...
- Peter.

We can't use him.

He won't survive cross-examination.

You saw him in there.
They'll destroy him.

I'll come back in a couple of days,

see if I can get a statement from him

and we can read that out in court,

if we need to.

Peter... we have enough.

And he led us to the bodies,
for fuck's sake.

For the first day of this,
the trial of Dennis Nilsen,

the unassuming civil servant
who's charged with crimes

that have shocked
and sickened the nation.

Nilsen is charged with six murders
and two attempted murders.

Details of a recently identified
seventh victim, Graham Allen,

a heroin addict and petty criminal,

will not be featured on the indictment.

Masters!

What's it like being friends
with a serial killer?

What's it like rubbing shoulders
with a murderer, Masters?

What's it like being friends
with a serial killer?

Steve.

You all right?

Good.

- Sleep okay?
- No. I never do.

Oh, here he is. Brian Masters,

biographer to the
murderer of the century.

Did you see the press outside?

Jesus, they'll have headlines for weeks.

Revelling in the case, like carrion.

One of the papers today had the headline

"House Of Horrors - The Trial."

The only "house of
horrors" I've ever seen

is Number Ten Downing Street.

- They mention you an' all.
- Yes, I saw.

Yeah? How do you feel, being
talked about in a national newspaper?

You wanted to see me?

Aye. They've brought me my suit,
but no tie.

I was wondering if I could borrow yours.

Right.

I know it's an ask,
but an open-necked shirt

isn't the kind of impression
I want to give out

on the first day of the trial.

Right. I'll leave it with the guard.

My saviour.

I started out with 15 ties,

but now the police have
them all in evidence.

You, the members of the jury,
will be asked

to ascertain this man's state of
mind at the time of the killings

and to decide, as a result,

if he is guilty of the murder
of six innocent young men,

or merely of their manslaughter.

That Mr Nilsen killed these men
is not contested by the defence.

They will argue, however,

that he was out of his mind
when he committed his crimes,

and that he cannot be
held truly accountable.

But I intend to prove that
Mr Nilsen not only

knew what he was doing,

but that these crimes were
premeditated and carefully planned.

He lured 15 innocent young men

back to his home,

before cruelly murdering them.

Mr Nilsen is no madman.

He is intelligent and rational,

possessing the skills
to conceal his crimes,

and manipulate those around him.

He is, in short, an experienced
and calculating killer.

I have spent a total of 14
hours with Dennis Nilsen,

on 16 separate occasions
since his arrest.

You are a forensic psychiatrist,
Dr Hardy?

- Correct.
- Could you share

with the court the clinical evaluation

you made of the defendant
during these many meetings?

Did you find, for example,
any evidence of mental abnormality?

Quite the reverse.
I formed the impression very quickly

that he was a highly intelligent man.

In my view, Nilsen possesses
an extremely rational mind.

He is capable of feeling very deeply

and concealing these feelings in
order to preserve appearances.

Thank you.
No further questions, my Lord.

Dennis Nilsen killed
perhaps 15 young men,

for no apparent reason.

He kept their bodies,
bathed and dressed them,

watched television programmes with them,

conversed with them
about those programmes.

You say you find no evidence
of mental disturbance.

Of course strangling people
is not normal behaviour.

While Nilsen was on remand,

he made a series of
protests and complaints

about his treatment in
Her Majesty's Prison Herne Hill.

Would you not agree that this shows

markedly paranoid tendencies?

Perhaps. In some cases.

And in this case, in fact,
his behaviour became so extreme,

so erratic, that he was recently
put down as a suicide risk.

Could you tell us, Dr Hardy,

who the psychiatrist was
who recommended this step?

I did.

So, would you not agree

that someone at risk of suicide is,
by definition,

suffering a mental disorder?

I suppose, in strict terms,
that is true.

Thank you.
No further questions, my Lord.

Miss Mead?

They're using what happened to Graham,

making it all public,

but he doesn't get justice?

I know.

Look, there are certain details
about his case that can...

You didn't give a shit about him

when you thought he was
just a junkie who OD'd

in a squat or a bedsit somewhere.

But now, you're gonna
bring up every little detail.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Do you have any fucking idea
what you've put me through?

And he won't even get justice?

All you lot care about

is you're the people that
caught Dennis Nilsen.

Peter. We're back in.

So, Mr Stewart,

after meeting him in the Golden Lion,

Mr Nilsen suggested that you
both go back to his residence

- to continue drinking?
- That's right.

195 Melrose Avenue.
I remember it very clearly.

- And what happened next?
- We had a couple more pints.

He offered me vodka but I said,
"It's not my drink".

Then he asked me to go to bed with him.

I said that wasn't my thing either.

So I fell asleep on the sofa.

I woke up, must have
been a few hours later,

and my ankles were
tied together with a tie.

Nilsen was kneeling on my chest,
trying to strangle me.

But I fought him off.

I wasn't going down without a fight.

How did he respond to that?

He started shouting,
"Take my money, take my money!"

Really loud, like.

But you weren't stealing from him?

Seemed like he was trying
to make the neighbours think

he was being attacked himself.

He was trying to create an alibi.

Hardly the act of a man out of his mind.

Thank you, Mr Stewart.
No further questions, my Lord.

In your police statement, Mr Stewart,

you said you stayed for
another drink with Nilsen.

Another drink,
after he allegedly tried to kill you?

Well, I thought that was the
best way to calm him down.

I see.

You mentioned earlier

that you remembered seeing
the address as 195 Melrose Avenue.

How did you remember
the address so clearly?

I saw the number on the door.

You also told us that when
you met him in the pub

the defendant introduced
himself to you as Dennis.

- Yeah.
- And that when you got to his house

to continue your drinking session
together, he offered you vodka.

That's right.

Unfortunately, none of
these things are true, are they?

The defendant's first name may be Dennis

but he always calls himself Des.

He always drinks rum, not vodka,

and there is no number plate
on the house at Melrose Avenue.

There never has been.

I dunno, I thought there was.

Mm, but you seemed so
sure of the details before.

And why might that be?

Why might someone go to the trouble
of furnishing their testimony

with a great deal of specific detail

that seems to be pulled from thin air?

I put it to you, Mr Stewart,
that your testimony to this court

is nothing more than a pack of lies,

dreamt up to satisfy
a tabloid newspaper.

Well, Mr Stewart?

Have you sold your story?

Er... Y... Yes.

No further questions, my Lord.

How dare he!

Standing up there in
that ridiculous suit,

spouting those lies.

So you're saying that
Douglas Stewart is lying?

That you didn't try and kill him?

Yes, I did. But not as he described it.

This is about absolute truth, Brian.

It has to be,
otherwise we don't get any answers.

You cannot possibly believe

that what you put him through
out there was justified.

What are you getting so agitated about?

I'm giving you a wonderful
final act for your book.

Like you said about the book, Brian,

it's not up to us to make
subjective decisions.

We have to remain
objective in all of this.

Thus, it is up to the jury to decide

whether I'm just bad...

or outrageously bad.

- See you back in chambers.
- Thank you.

Did you know he'd sold
his story to the press?

Course I didn't!

We're lucky the judge didn't strike
his testimony from the record.

It can't have harmed us
that much, right?

Stewart's credibility is gone,
his testimony is now useless.

We're in a lot of trouble.

Surely we still have enough?

I mean, we have the tie with the
knotted rope, and Duffey's knives.

All those show premeditation to murder.

Peter, physical evidence
is all very good and well,

but it's also circumstantial.

We had an eye witness, a survivor,

and without that,
we're significantly weaker.

Sorry.

Hello, Carl.

Can I come in?

How have you been?

Things keep coming back to me.

What kind of things?

He said he liked my shoes.

Thank you.

The doctor said it was
all nightmares, caused...

I'd had a bit of a hard
time with an ex of mine.

They even put me on tablets
to block everything out.

Listen, Carl, um...

The trial isn't going how we'd hoped.

We think your testimony
could be crucial.

But I've already given my statement.

The man said that would be enough.

I know, but we need you
to give it in court.

What, with him there?

- You wouldn't have to be close to him.
- No, I can't.

- Carl...
- He killed me, Mr Jay.

And then he... brought me back to life.

I can't imagine what
you've been through, Carl.

I really can't.

But please believe me,

if he gets a lesser sentence,
you'll find no peace.

I'm sorry. I can't...

be in the same room as him.

I can't go back there.

Then they'll subpoena you anyway.

You'll be forced to testify.

So I don't have a choice?

I swear by Almighty God that
the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole
truth and nothing by the truth.

Could you recount, Mr Stottor,

the events of that night in April 1982,

when you met the defendant?

Where, for example,
did you meet Mr Nilsen?

In The Black Cap, Camden.

I was depressed.

I'd just broken up with someone.

Speak up, please, Mr Stottor.

He was nice to me.

In what sense was he nice?

He bought me drinks.

Er... He asked me about my family.

He asked if you had family?

Yes, and then he invited me
back to his flat for a drink.

Um... We just drank
a lot and then he said

I could go to sleep on his bed.

And then he warned me not to get caught

in the zip of the sleeping bag.

Why do you think that was?

Was it perhaps because
he was planning an alibi

- in case you managed to escape?
- Objection, my Lord.

- Leading.
- Sustained.

Tell us what happened next.

I woke up and I couldn't breathe.

He was behind me and...

I could feel something
digging into my neck.

The pressure got worse...

and the pain was unbearable.

I couldn't see,

or speak, or swallow.

And I could hear him saying,
"Keep still".

The next thing I knew, I was in water.

In a bath. Being pushed down.
Again and again.

And I didn't know where I
was or what was happening.

And I swallowed water.

I couldn't resist any more
and I realised...

that I was dying.

Thank you, Mr Stottor.

No further questions, my Lord.

You have an alter-ego,
Mr Stottor, do you not?

Khara Le Fox.

A drag act.

You're a female impersonator.

I used to be, yes.

You've already been asked, Mr Stottor,

if you could speak up

for the benefit of the court?

Yes.

But...

since the attack,
I'm not able to sing any more.

And you had several
relationships with men,

including one which became abusive.

Your night with Nilsen was, therefore,

not your first violent
homosexual encounter...

My Lord, I must object
to this line of questioning.

A history of deviant encounters

raises the possibility of
a sex game gone wrong, my Lord.

Sustained. Move on, Mr Lawrence.

Now, could you tell us, Mr Stottor,

where you woke up after
you had been in the bath?

On the bed.

On the bed. And was
the room warm or cold?

Warm.

Nilsen had heated the room, had he not?

He had put on all the
bars on the electric fire.

Yes, I suppose so.

And how long after
you woke up did you leave the flat?

Well, I kept falling asleep,
so maybe one or two days.

One or two days.

Did Nilsen keep you under duress?

No, but I was very confused...

and also in a lot of pain.

Did he, in fact,

walk you to the tube station
when you wanted to go?

Yes.

This supposedly cold
and calculating killer,

with every opportunity
to finish the job,

instead let you sleep
in a warm bed for days,

before seeing you home safely.

In fact, aside from the incident itself,

did he not show you more care
and kindness that evening

than anyone else in your life
had done for a very long time?

Yes.

That's what I can't understand.

Is he my murderer or my saviour?

How peculiar that is.

No further questions, my Lord.

You may step down, Mr Stottor.

You did really well in there.

Listen, Carl...

I want to go home now.

He should have killed you, you queer!

Mr Jay...

I feel I owe you an apology.

You were right.

He's not insane.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

As much then as he does now.

Detective, are you confident?

Do you think you'll get justice
for the victims, Detective?

In the following days
you interviewed him at length.

Is that correct?

Yes, we interviewed
him for a total of 31 hours.

And in those 31 hours,

did Mr Nilsen ever mention
visions or voices in his head

- telling him to commit his crimes?
- No.

Did he ever show any signs at all

of being out of his mind, so to speak,

or mentally unwell in any way?

No. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He seemed... calm.

Collected. In control.

- Hardly a madman.
- No.

Detective Chief Inspector Jay,

could you please tell the court,

for how long have you
been a police officer?

Almost 23 years.

And based on those years of experience,

what is your professional
opinion of Dennis Nilsen?

I've seen criminals in
all shapes and sizes.

When they're on remand,

they ask to be visited
by all sorts of people,

priests, rabbis, imams.

I even had a fella who
asked for a shaman.

Because most of them are
just wanting forgiveness.

Mr Nilsen's only visitor

in the eight months
whilst he was on remand

was a biographer.

In my opinion, he's a remorseless coward

who killed innocent and
vulnerable men as they slept.

Thank you, Detective Chief Inspector.

No further questions, my Lord.

Detective Chief Inspector,

you say you interviewed
Nilsen for 31 hours, yes?

That's right.

In all that time of him
talking almost incessantly,

did he ever mention
planning the murders at all?

No.

No further questions, my Lord.

You may step down, Officer.

Thank you.

We have an old Latin phrase in the law,

"Res ipsa loquitur",

"The act speaks for itself."

What sort of man kills people,

lives with their bodies
rotting under the floorboards,

and flushes pieces of
them down the lavatory?

Do these seem to you the actions
of a man in his right mind?

If you think, as we invite you to think,

and as the evidence surely shows,

that these crimes were not
planned or premeditated,

but were due to Nilsen's
seriously abnormal personality

and way of thinking,

then you will find him
not guilty of murder,

but guilty of manslaughter by
way of diminished responsibility.

That is the verdict which
we invite you to return.

What's taking them so long?

Same again? Wee ones?

Madam Foreman of the jury.

Have you reached verdicts
on which you are all agreed?

No, we have not.

Might you reach a verdict if
the court sits until early evening?

I don't believe so, your Honour.

Very well. You will retire overnight.

The court will reconvene in the morning

where I will accept a majority verdict.

More time's now being spent

on what's possibly
wrong with Dennis Nilsen

than what he's actually done.

A man who has described himself as
the "murderer of the century".

A defence psychiatrist said Nilsen
acted as if he were the judge,

judging this case of an infamous crime.

He shows off.

He really believes he is the most
important person of the century.

The defence expert found another
way of describing Nilsen's mind.

"His personality was like his house.

"It looked perfectly all
right from the outside,

"but perhaps there was something
of a funny smell about it,

"and when you looked
under the floorboards,

"you would find horrors."

The jury is returning.

Would the foreman of
the jury please stand?

Madam Foreman,

do you have a majority on your verdicts?

We do.

On the charge of the
murder of Stephen Sinclair,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

On the charge of the murder
of Kenneth Ockenden,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

On the charge of
the murder of John Howlett,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

On the charge of
the murder of Martyn Duffey,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

On the charge of
the murder of Billy Sutherland,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

On the charge of
the murder of Malcolm Barlow,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

On the charge of the attempted
murder of Douglas Stewart,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

On the charge of the attempted
murder of Paul Nobbs,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

Dennis Andrew Nilsen,

your victims were innocent young men,

guilty only of accepting
your hospitality,

whereupon you ended
their lives cruelly and callously,

for reasons that will
remain known only to you.

The sentence for murder is fixed in law.

It is imprisonment for life,

and that is the sentence
which I pass on you

on each count of this indictment.

Take him down.

Mr Jay. Well done.

It went down to the wire
at the end, didn't it?

You must be pleased it's over.

If at any time in the future
you remember any more names...

please write to me.

I promise you'll be the first to know.

I think the jury got it
right in the end.

- Yeah.
- I don't think I'm mad.

If you hadn't caught me that day...

it'd be 115, not 15.

I could never have stopped.

Okay.

Good luck.

What will you do with it all?

Oh, I don't know.
Chuck most of it, probably.

Mr Jay... um...

do you mind if I ask you a question?

Go on.

When you first met him,
did you believe him straight away?

Yes, I did.

What went through your
mind at that moment?

Well, I thought, um...

Honestly?

The first thing I thought was,
"I hope that I'm up to this."

Don't put that in your book.

You have my word.

- And about my book...
- No, look, it's fine.

We both had our way of looking at this.

Well, what will they do with this place?

I don't know.

Sell it or rent it out, I'd imagine.

Who'd want to live here? I mean, it's...

There's the smell for one thing.

D'you know the worst thing?

I don't smell it any more.

I'll see you outside.

So, how have you been?

Ah, you know.

Adjusting to being
a permanent resident, and all.

Apart from that, not too bad.

I read your book. My book.

What did you think?

To be honest, Brian,
I found it absolutely terrifying.

But it's good, yeah.

Much better than I expected.

Of course, I have some thoughts.

Please don't be discouraged
by my observations.

I've lost none of my respect
or admiration for you,

or your work.

Oh, well, thank you. Um...

I'm sure it'll be very helpful.

My biggest concern is you
didn't name any of the victims.

No, I-I wanted to respect their privacy.

Well, I think it's disrespectful
not naming them.

I robbed them of their life.

Please don't rob them
of their identities.

And the title,

Killing For Company, is a little...

Ah.

It should just be Nilsen.

No.

Why not?

Book is about me, after all.

I'm not going to call it Nilsen.

This isn't your book.
It's not about you.

It's about how someone
like you came to be.

I told you when we first met

that I wasn't going to use
grisly or emotive adjectives,

and I have stuck to my word.

But make no mistake,

this isn't a celebration.

It's a warning.

You know, there were only
12 victims, not 15.

When I sat in the back of the police car
the night of my arrest,

they asked me how many there were,
and I wasn't very sure,

so I just gave them
a figure, "15 or 16".

And three... three of those
victims were invented,

just to complement the continuity
of evidence for the police.

Keep them happy.

Everybody has had a chance to
write their version of my story.

When's it my turn?

I'll send you a copy
when it's published.

Come and see me again.

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