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How you feeling?

Fine, thanks for your concern.

You don't look fine.

You look off color.

Kinda pale.

The fuck?

As I was saying, you
look pale.

Maybe that's because
you drive like a dick.

Just don't embarrass me again
tonight.

Who do I have to fuck to get one
of those?

Mitchell, we need your
special talents over here.

Make yourself useful,
get the man a coffee.

Black, two sugars.

A large one, darling.

I really need to get one of
those.

I thought you already had one.

You're joking.

Her coffee tastes like shit.
Constable!

No coffee, thanks.

We've got work to do.

Who called it in?

Security guard.

Found the body doing his rounds.

He looks pretty shaken up.
Not surprising.

You wait till you see it.

Where's that bloody generator?

Sorry, we're still getting set
up here,

we have no power.

Where's the body?
Cellar.

Down the steps, follow your
nose.

You're gonna need these.

You're in for a
treat.

Bloody?

Like a menstruating virgin at a
gang bang.

I'm not sure if it's the worst I
ever saw,

but it's a contender.

Maybe you should sit this one
out.

I'll fill you in later.
I'm fine.

The man has a point, you know?

Even my stomach turned
over when I first saw it.

You sure you're up for this?
I said I'm fine.

Whoo.

Oh, Jesus Christ, it's like
a tackle shop in there.

What do you mean?

It's like maggots everywhere.

Oh man.

Yeah, take a look.

God, the Met should let
me freelance some of these

to the National.

I'd win a Terry O'Neil award.

You sure you wanna go in there,
detective?

So immature.

I'm absolutely fine.

I mean, we all know what
happened last time, right?

I had stomach flu last time,
okay?

You all know that.

Have you got stomach flu today?

Let's just do our job.

At least you didn't
contaminate the crime scene

this time.

So, we've got a serial killer.

You think so, genius?

It's clearly the same MO as the
last one.

I didn't realize you were Amish.

Amish?

Don't you own a TV?

What are you talking about?

'Cause even if you never
had to learn police work

like the rest of us
plebs, anybody with a TV

knows that it takes three
bodies to make a serial killer.

You know what I'm saying,
you're just being pedantic.

Pedantic?

And here's me thinking that

pedantic-ness is the
most important attribute

of being a competent detective.

Just tell me what we have.

At a guess, I'd say he's
been here five or six weeks.

I wouldn't touch that.

Forensics?

Leptospirosis.

Rat piss, this place is
infested.

Right, so, he was killed what,

a month before the other one?
No shit, Sherlock.

This work is much cruder
than the first one.

The other one was more
controlled, neater.

Looked almost surgical to me.

Practice makes perfect.

Have you noticed the most
obvious difference yet?

Um.
Come on, detective.

You can do it.

The numbers.
What?

The numbers on the wall.

What are you talking about?

The dates on the wall.

They're different from the other
scene.

No, the body.

Has he removed the heart
from this one as well?

Hard to tell before the autopsy.

He's too far gone.

There's blood around the head of
this one.

That's not inconsistent with
having your guts ripped out.

We're gonna be here all night,
put her out of her misery.

Unlike the previous victim,

this one hasn't been restrained.

Drugged?

I hope so.

We'll run
the usual pathology tests

but given the state of the body,

we might never find out for
certain.

So do you think he was
alive when he was cut open?

It's possible.

Ready for your close up?

It's a coincidence.

My wife is cooking ribs tonight.

Give it a rest, Perkins.

So, similarities.

Both male, both IC1.

Both late 20s, same height, both
athletic.

Both locations had the
same satanic markings.

Satanic?

Like the pope flexing his pecs
to me.

You're telling me that
doesn't look like a cock?

You must have
one weird looking cock.

Don't act like you don't
what his cock looks like.

Guys, focus.

Jesus.

This means we're most likely

dealing with the same
perpetrator.

Victim one, the heart was
removed.

From the victim or the murder
scene?

Both, actually.

The assumption is it's
the same of victim two

but we're still awaiting the
autopsy for confirmation.

And where was the first victim
found?

At home, in the basement.

Nice surprise for his
poor old cleaning lady

when she went in and found the
body.

Any murder weapon?

It looks like the killer
used surgical tools.

Bone saw, scalpel.

So maybe he was a doctor?

Jack the Ripper was a doctor.

Jack the Ripper was a lord,
aristocracy.

Jack the Ripper was
a barber.

A barber?

Aw, that's Sweeny Todd.
Sweeny Todd.

I'm not a complete retard.

Aaron Kosminski, Polish barber.

DNA evidence proves he
was Jack the Ripper.

Enough!

If anybody mentions Jack the
Ripper again,

especially outside this
room, they're suspended.

The last thing we need

is for the press to blow
this out of proportion

and get us swamped with
mentally ill people

making false confessions.

Occupations?

Victim one was a doctor.

He spent the last three
years saving the world,

volunteer medic in the back
of beyond, Central America.

He'd only been back in the
country a couple of weeks.

Welcome home.

Victim two had only been in the
country

for two months, too.

Any sexual assault?

Not from the first victim.

But, again, awaiting
autopsy on victim two.

Maybe the killer's homophobic.

We don't know the second victim
was gay.

Oh, come on.

What straight guy ever spent
that much time in the gym?

Well, that's one thing you can
establish

when you interview all known
associates.

Are we gonna find anything
useful in this file

or is it just another bunch of
dead leads?

Oh, you've learned to read?

They're not dead,

they're leads that are
still being investigated,

and we have a new one.

There was a date on the
floor at the first scene.

It was scratched into the
concrete.

Before now, we just
assumed it was put there

by the builders.
And now?

We found this date on the wall
last night.

See how similar they are?

Do we know what it means?

No, not yet, we only
just made the connection.

Assuming they are dates.

I mean, this is not a monarchy,
you know?

So, the cock pope.

Have you got any idea what
it's actually supposed to be?

Sigil of Beelzebub.

Voodoo mumbo jumbo.

What about the circle of salt?

It's a barrier against dark
forces.

Voodoo mumbo jumbo.

Psychological profile?
He's a nutter.

There's a full profile report in
the file.

Forensics?
File.

Nothing so far.

He's either very careful or very
lucky.

And what about the second scene?

File.
Nothing as yet.

But it was two months old.

Rats had been at the body.

So, let's manage our
expectations

on finding anything useful
there.

And we're definitely sure
this is the same guy?

For God's sake,

look, inspector, we've
got everything covered.

Do we really need Laurel and
Hardy here

getting in the way of the
investigation?

If you had everything covered,

we wouldn't have another murder
victim.

Fuck off.

Oh, the glory hound getting
pissed off

that the professionals are
muscling in

on his first real serial killer?

It's not a serial killer,
there are only two bodies.

Actually, that's a common
misconception

propagated by lazy American TV
shows.

The official definition
is two or more killings

separated by a cooling off
period.

Enough.

We're a team, so let's act like
one.

Look into the numbers
scratched on the wall.

Find out what he's trying to
tell us.

Victim two, all known
associates.

Find out who had access to the
building.

So how long have you worked at
the site?

Five months.

What do you do?

I'm a security guard.

Yes, but what does that entail,
exactly?

I sit in the booth

from eight in the evening
till eight in the morning.

And once every hour,

I walk around with a torch so
people see that I am there.

What do you do the rest of the
time?

I like to read about astronomy.

So you work nights.

Any day shifts?

That is Simon.

We play chess, one move a day.

We are still on our first game.

Just the two of you?
Yes.

What about your days off?

I can't afford days off.

Why did it take five
weeks to find the body?

We don't patrol inside the
factory.

It's derelict, locked up, you
were there.

So why did you go in last night
then?

I heard a noise.
What kind of noise?

A strange noise, scraping.
Scraping?

Sometimes you hear noises.

Sometimes rats, sometimes foxes.

Sometimes your mind playing
tricks.

So why did you choose to
investigate

this particular noise?

It was a loud noise, like
nothing before.

Like pipes scraping on the
floor.

Maybe like someone stealing
scrap metal.

So I have a look, this is my
job.

And what did you see?

A sight from hell.

Same as you.

Did you touch the body?

Of course I did not touch the
body.

I got out and called you
straight away.

Did you see the markings?

The witchcraft, symbols on the
walls?

Where I'm from, even in Lusaka,

witchcraft is an everyday thing.

You see the pastor on Sunday.

You see the witch doctor on
Wednesday.

I've seen witchcraft, good and
bad.

And I'll tell you now, sir,
that was not witchcraft.

Where can we find your chess
opponent?

That is some crazy Satan shit
right there.

How do you know the details
of the murder scene?

Tony told me.

He sent home from work.

The pigs, police have it all
cordoned off.

He'd better bloody well
pay me for today as well,

the tight bastard.
Who's Tony?

I feel really bad about this.

Really bad, it's terrible.

Why do you feel terrible?

Because it doesn't look
good for a security company

if the site they are guarding

becomes the scene of some
kind of ritual killing.

I guess it doesn't.

We could lose a lot of business
over this.

And bad for the victim, of
course.

I am so sorry I haven't
offered you any refreshments.

Would you care for a cup of tea?

I'm fine, thank you.
Do you have any coffee?

Sorry, I'm gonna have to make
it.

We're not that type of set up
that can afford assistants.

Or coffee machines.

How do you take it?

Black, two sugars.

So who exactly has access to the
site?

Just Femi and Simon.

And you obviously.

Well, yes, and me.

And what about
holiday cover?

No one's gone on holiday
for the past four months.

It's just Simon and Femi, that's
it.

So they've worked 12-hour
shifts, seven days a week

for the past four months, no
time off?

Zero-hour contracts.

It's perfectly legal.

It's the only thing that's kept
us afloat

since the economy crashed.

Why no security cameras?

No point, it's a derelict site.

Plus, we'd be doing
ourselves out of a job.

So what you're saying is

we have a murder in a locked up
site

that only three people have
access to?

Well, we three.

And the owners of course.
I thought you owned it.

You're joking, aren't you?

We just do security.

If I was some sort of
millionaire property baron,

do you think I'd be drinking
this shit?

So who does own it?

Sanderson Lisle please.

Do you have an appointment?

47 floors.

How high is that in meters?

Although, to be honest, I
would prefer the cable to break

than get trapped in here
and slowly starve to death.

Although you'd buy me a few
weeks.

Hello.
Susan from Straub here.

Bad news about the sale.

I'm sorry, what do you mean?

Tiny little hiccup.

Your buyers have pulled out.

But how can they pull out now?

We've signed a contract,
we complete on Friday.

These things
happen all the time.

They said their loan fell
through and...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but that's
bullshit.

You told me they were cash
buyers.

Oh there was a chain
involved.

Yeah, well, then you misled me.

Yeah, it will be fine.

We care about your experience...

I can't deal with this right
now.

We'll sort it out.
Yep.

So, should I
put it back on the market?

Yeah.

Well, what choice do I have?

Don't worry, Miss
Faraway.

Everything is going to be fine.

Okay.

Call you later?
Yep.

After work?
Put it back on the market.

We've got it under control.

It's a hot market.
Thank you.

We'll have that house sold

before you even notice.
Bye.

Idiots.

What was that about?

None of your business.

Detectives, Vera Mason,
property portfolio manager.

How can I be of assistance?

We're here to talk about Kingley
Street.

Quite.

Let's go somewhere a little more
private.

Bloody hell.

Please, take a seat.

Could I tempt you with a coffee?

No, thank you.

Our chef roasts the beans
himself.

We have a lot of work to do,

so we'll just ask you a few
questions

and then be on our way.

So how long have you owned
Kingley Street?

We acquired it back on
June 16th last year,

so nearly 10 months ago.

And why did you
purchase it?

Because we invest in property.

How often do you visit the site?

Not often at all.

When did you last visit?

Me personally?

Never.

Well, not since we completed
the purchase last year.

There's no reason for me to go
there.

So other than yourself,

who else has access to the site?

Well, everybody.

The keys aren't locked away.

And I assume you have some sort
of system

to record who takes them?

Site visit log.

Everything's automated, fairly
standard.

Can we see it?

Sure, I guess so.

I'll just have to check that
with my...

So you've finally taken my job.

Still working on that.

No, this was an unscheduled
visit.

All the board rooms are
occupied.

This is Mr. Sweet, our partner
in charge.

These are detectives...

Faraway and Smith.

Detectives.

Don't worry, I can provide the
alibi.

She was with me all night.

In your dreams.

We're here to talk about Kingley
Street.

Of course you are.

I heard about that.

Awful.

We were just requesting
access to your site visit log.

Access granted.

Vera will arrange that right
away.

Detectives, my office is
entirely at your disposal.

How is it my fault?

The buyer dropped out.

All the contracts are
signed.

That's what I thought too.

But you know what, shit happens.

Look, I'm the one dealing
with the estate agent.

I mean...
Hold on.

Excuse me, I have a
prescription.

What have you done?
I said, hold on!

I need to move on with my
life.

This is expired.
What?

It's out of date.

You'll need to go see your
doctor and have it renewed.

But it's a repeat prescription.

Yeah and it's expired.

Can I help?
Hello?

Look, it's not like you can
get high off these things.

What's the big deal?

It's called the law.

You're not trying
to get back together.

I am the law.

Well, then why are you trying
to get me to commit a crime?

Can you hear me?

Look, okay.

Things at my work are really
hard.

I just, I really need these
pills.

Steve!

Yes?

Well, can you come out here,
Steve?

If you think you could do a
better job

then you call the estate agent
yourself.

Yeah, take responsibility for
something

once in your stupid...

Can't I just have a tea break?

Excuse me.

Thanks.
Hello?

Look, are you listening?

This is expired.
Are you there?

Oh Jesus, just give me
the pills, will you?

Why didn't you just tell her
to go and get it renewed?

What are you doing?

I can't deal with this right
now.

Who's there with...

Wanker!

Excuse me?

Sorry, not you, that was my ex.

I don't blame him.

Oh shit.

This crazy fucker

is building some kind of
Frankenstein's monster.

Or he's making a pie.

That's an interesting theory.

Have you got an alibi for last
night?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

I was at home all night eating.

Out your ex-wife.

Too soon?

Well, it rules out the
homophobic theory.

What are you talking about?

Well, it's not one of them lady
boys.

You'd be the expert.

So this was done last night?

Yes, the core is
still warm.

First signs of rigor.

So we can rule out the
date theory then, too.

Bit late for her last rites.

Prepared to be impressed.

Shit, there's not enough
chapters, dammit.

Just wait, let me check the Old
Testament.

Cause of death?

She's got no eyes.

Yeah, I can see that.

But surely eye removal wouldn't
lead to this much bleeding.

Right, Faraway?

Epistaxis.

The mother of all nosebleeds.

Besides that and the eyes,

no other signs of physical
trauma.

Can you die from a nosebleed?

It's rare, but it
happens.

The wrists aren't bound.

Do you think you'll have more
luck

with toxicology this time?

Fresh body, we should know
if she was drugged or not.

Yes!

Isaiah 28:11.

For with stammering lips

and another tongue He
will speak to the people.

I'm a genius.

They're all verses about
speaking in tongues.

No shit?

I told you, you fuckwits,
it wasn't a date.

Chapter, verse, book number.

Our guy's an Evangelical
Christian.

Don't look very Evangelical to
me.

Excellent police work,
detective.

You've narrowed our list down
to everybody in the country

who has access to a Bible,
you fucking dickhead.

Who called it in?

Well, isn't this a coincidence?

Yeah, I'm screwed now, aren't I?

How so?

I was talking with my accountant

about selling up and moving to
Cyprus.

No capital gains tax.

Thinking of blowing this
shithole

and have a happy retirement in
the sun.

So what's the problem?

Who the hell is gonna buy

the Ripper's favorite
incompetent security firm?

I'm ruined!

I'm already struggling to
keep hold of those contracts

ever since that Kingley Street
thing was in the papers.

Why did you arrive on site
before we did?

You found the body, yeah?

Yeah.
So why didn't you call us?

He's the boss.

You get around, don't
you?

We do all the security
for Sanderson Lisle sites.

Sanderson Lisle.

They get around a bit too.

How long has he been your boss?

Have you got access to Kingley
Street?

What, no, no.

This is my first day.

I'm from the temp agency.

That's an eventful first
day.

Yeah, and my last.

So you called Mr. Dewire.

Look, I'm sorry, I didn't think.

I rushed straight over here.

I called 999 as soon as I saw
the body.

Did you touch it?
Of course I didn't!

We'll see.

Mr. Sweet is expecting you.

What a pleasure it is
to see you both again.

I just wish it was a more
salubrious circumstances.

Please.

So who's playing the good cop
and who's playing the bad cop?

Just a routine inquiry.

Yes, it seems to be becoming
a routine, doesn't it?

Two bodies on two of
your sites in two days.

That is quite a coincidence.

Coincidence is God's way
of remaining anonymous.

What are you saying?

Albert Einstein.

Scientist, crazy hair?

We've looked through
your Kingley Street logs.

So nobody from this company
has visited the site

since you bought it?

Don't you think that's strange?

What I think is strange is
why such a beautiful creature

would choose to surround
herself with death?

Do know know how many derelict
sites

like Kingley Street I own?

Enlighten us.

Far too many to tell you
off the top of my head.

Kingley Street hardly seems

like a gold standard investment
to me.

No, I'm sure it doesn't.

And that's why I'm the
youngest full equity partner

in Sanderson Lisle's long
and distinguished history.

And you're a policeman.

A rebreather?

You dive?

Nothing like this.

I'm assuming this is somewhere
deep.

As deep as it gets: the
Cheve System, Mexico.

You ever swim underground?

No, I'm just a tourist.

Shallow reefs, pretty fish,

and then back in time for
cocktails.

Cave diving, even the idea
freaks me out.

You'll never overcome your
fears until you face them.

Carrying a big gun always helps,
eh?

What are your logs going to give
us

regarding the Jefferson site?

Many hours of overtime, it's
an active construction site.

We will have numerous employees
visiting on a regular basis.

And you?

My numerous employees mean

I don't have to visit building
sites.

So you personally have never
been there?

No, no time.

Too many caves to explore.

How are you doing?

I'm fine, thanks.

How are you?

I'm very well, thank you.

Is there anything you
would like to talk about?

Yes, I would just like to
get this prescription renewed

so I can get back to work.

That's not strictly what I'm
here for.

You'll have to see your own
doctor

for personal prescriptions.

Yeah, of course.

If I could get any time off,

which isn't really
happening right now, is it?

And how is work?

Fine.

Busy, obviously.

Serious crime squad.

That's quite a step up.

Your father must be very proud.

I'm sure he is.

Tell me.

Oh for God's sake.

Really?

Tell me about your
relationship with your father.

Jesus Christ, shall we move on?

Maybe next time.

Have you experienced any
more extreme reactions

at crime scenes?

Oh my god, I told you.

I've been getting over
this stomach flu, okay?

So, I'm absolutely fine.

You seem agitated.
Yeah, I am agitated

because I have a job to do.

So I just want to get
this prescription renewed

so I can get back to it.

We both have a job to do,
Rebecca.

Mine is to make sure you
are healthy and happy.

Victim one worked in San
Juan Bautista Tuxtepec.

What are you jabbering about?

That's only 80 miles from
Cheves.

Like he said: what are
you jabbering about?

We can connect him with Sweet.

You sure you don't require a
lawyer?

I spend my life surrounded
by those parasites.

This makes a pleasant change.

Do you know this gentleman?

No.

How about her?

No.

Him?

No.

Why don't you take a closer
look?

No.

I suppose you're gonna tell me
he works for Sanderson Lisle?

No, he doesn't.

So why would I know him?

Just to clarify, you've never
seen this person before?

Not that I recall.

You were visiting in Oaxaca

between the 2nd and 28th of
July?

It's possible.

I was in Mexico around those
dates.

You'll have to check with my
assistant for confirmation.

No need, we have your
flight records right here.

No private jet I see?

I occasionally slum it in first
class.

This gentleman was also in
Oaxaca at the same time.

Good for him.

It's a delightful part of the
world.

He worked as a doctor
at the Tuxtepec General.

A most noble profession.

Do you seek any medical
treatment during your visit?

I didn't, I'm a picture of
health.

Unfortunately, we cannot say
the same for our friend here.

Or him.

What are these?

What do you mean?

The numbers.

Why don't you tell us?

So is that plunging neckline

designed to beguile a
confession out of me?

We have three murders.

Two bodies were discovered on
your site.

The third victim was in the
same remote region as you were

two weeks before he came back
to London and was killed.

I take it you're suggesting
I am connected in some way?

Are you?

Of course not.

But the coincidences
are really mounting up.

And that's all they
are.

And you really expect us to
believe that?

I don't care what you believe.

Your beliefs don't affect
reality.

And the reality is I have
nothing to do with any of this.

There's no way that this is a
coincidence.

The man isn't right, inspector.

I can see him playing dress up

with his mother's rotting
corpse.

Let's liaise with the local
police in Tuxte, Mexico.

See if they can show Sweet's
picture

around the medical center
where the doctor worked.

Can anyone speak Spanish?

I can try.

Me have no Espanol.

Hey, you're gonna love this.

Can't we fit any more in?

Special Branch have kindly
agreed

to give us some extra manpower.

This is Detective Constable?
Rice, hi.

And we are all going to give
each other

our full cooperation.

Detective, this is my team.

DC Lawrence and DS Perkins and...

We've met.
Hello, Eli.

I'm Detective Faraway.

Faraway?

As in Commissioner Faraway?

How do you think she got the
job?

The same way I got him.

Police work, let's do some.

I couldn't agree more.

This is our person of interest

but everything is circumstantial
so far.

Let's turn up the gas.

Perkins, get Rice a copy the
case file,

then go back to all known
associates of the victims

and see if you can pin them to
Sweet.

Anything that might
link him to the victim.

On it.

Eli, set up a 24-hour
surveillance on Sweet.

He doesn't take a piss
without you timing it

and telling me what color it
was.

I love this job so much.

Can you help out with the
hardware?

That's what I'm here for.

What about me?

You go home and rest.

Well done, detective.

You deserve it.

Good morning to you, too.

Is it still morning?

I've been waiting out here so
long,

I'm surprised it's not lunch.

Never gets old.

Just drive.

I hope the other guy came off
worse.

I've got a sinus condition.

Not usually as bad as this.

But, again, I rarely enjoy
such an exciting evening.

What happened?

Absolutely nothing.

He arrived at his apartment
shortly after nine,

hasn't been out since.

You managed to get all
this gear up in one night?

I'm impressed.

I try.

No, we're piggybacking onto
the building's security system.

We have front entrance.

Rear, that's where his car is
parked.

We've got a car at the back?

Of course.

All bases covered.

I hope so 'cause we have
movement.

Where are you going?

We're following him.

We can't follow him, he knows
us.

Better make sure he doesn't see
us, then.

Perkins, heads up, he's on his
way.

What car?

You'll know it when you see it.

Guys, you on him?

Like a rash.

We just turned east onto the
embankment.

We're following you, stay on the
air.

Don't get too close.
Obviously.

We can't let him see us.

I have done this before.

Guys, he's
heading for Kingley Street.

Are you sure?

He just
took a left on Stanway.

We'll take the loop.

Roger that.

Can't you go any faster?

Where are you?

We're two minutes
closer to Kingley Street

than when you asked two minutes
ago.

What, you think I need it?

Maybe.

Might be good for the nerves.

Come on, it's good to share.

You never shared before.

It's a peace offering.

I would have gotten you flowers,

but I didn't want to
give you the wrong idea.

Thanks.

400 yards.

Perfect.

You can hang back, Perkins.

We can see him.

What are you up to?

The hell is that?

Perkins, can you see this?

I can't see shit.

What's happening?

Good work, partner.

Smith, Perkins, where
are you?

Kingley Street, inspector.

We followed Sweet right here.

Get down to
Brookfield Park right away.

Not now, inspector,
we're about to get him.

No, detective, you
are not.

Get down here now.

You don't understand.

We have Sweet.

He's up to something.

Detective, just get
down here.

On the double.

He's getting cocky.

What do you mean?

Out in the open like this.

I would say that, oh, he's
taken a kidney this time.

You certain Sweet didn't leave
his flat?

100%.

I wanna go through the tapes.

I'm not blind, I know what I
saw.

Or didn't see.

Look, darling, I know how to do
my job.

This took place?

Last night, within the last
six hours without a doubt.

It's not possible for Sweet to
be our man.

Serial killers worked in pairs
before.

It's possible, but it's rare.

These guys are pretty
much always lone wolves.

Many things are possible

but I'm not gonna waste tax
payers' money on possibilities.

We're taking the 24-hour
surveillance off Sweet.

You can't do that!

He was obviously up to
something.

Why was he at Kingley street?

He owns it.

We have a murder victim here.

You have a man taking
a bag out of his car.

And his links to all the other
victims?

All circumstantial.

Look, we know who the the victim
is.

We know where he worked and
lived.

Work associates.

Done.

Rice, family and other
associates.

Try to establish a link
with the other victims.

Not really what
Special Branch is trained for,

but sure.
What is that?

A print?

A rare moment of carelessness.

We know where he bought this.

Look underneath, he forgot
to take off the label.

You two, check it out.

This is the best lead we've had.

Track down the retailer,
speak to the owner,

check transactions, CCTV.

What the fuck was that?

What is it?

I thought I saw...
What?

What's wrong Rebecca?

A rat, I thought I saw a rat.

A rat?

Jesus!

I don't like rats, okay, I'm
sorry.

Evidently.

Now you've got your puking under
control,

maybe you wanna work
on those nerves, yeah?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to sell your
house, Miss Faraway.

But I have a feeling Mr.
Wilkinson won't be buying it.

You really need to get your
wiring fixed.

You look awful.

I didn't sleep very well.

What's your excuse?

Hello?

Hello, can we speak to the
proprietor?

No.
No?

What do you mean, no?

See
our terms and conditions.

We are strictly mail order, no
exceptions.

We never entertain customers in
person.

If you've got a complaint,
send us an email.

We're not customers, we're the
police.

Police?

Do you have a warrant?

We just want to ask you some
questions.

Look, man,
I've already been through this

with Trading Standards.

It says quite clearly on my
website in several places

that results are not guaranteed.

This is a perfectly legitimate
business.

We're not here to
investigate your business.

We're investigating a murder.

Murder?

This is not what I expected
a Voodoo shop to look like.

Hey, what did you expect?

A basement lair with shrunken
heads

and strings of garlic
hanging from the ceiling?

Burning incense?

Creepy dolls in glass cases?

Well, yeah.

Here, how about that, hmm?

What can you tell us about this?

It's a talisman candle.

It's a powerful ritualistic aid

used to channel the
practitioner's energies.

They come in a variety of
colors.

Each color has its own
vibrations and powers.

So what powers and
vibrations

does this color have?

Ah, you know, I don't remember.

I'll have to check the website.

Do you know Michael Sweet?

No.

Do you have a customer database?

Do you have a warrant?

Not yet, but considering
the fact that your products

have been found at the
scene of a brutal murder,

it's not going to be difficult
to get one.

Or to hold you in a cell for 24
hours.

Okay, I'll print you out a copy.

Who knew this Voodoo crap was so
popular?

Sweet's not on here.

Forget about Sweet.

You're becoming obsessed.

You can buy stuff online
anonymously, right?

We have 300 new leads right here

and Sweet has half the Met as an
alibi.

Forget about it.

Even if he's not buying
directly,

any one these names could
be his collaborator.

Collaborators!

We could have entire satanic
cult on our hands here.

Either way, Sweet is involved, I
know it.

Look, go home.

Remember how awful you
looked this morning?

Well, that was 12 hours ago.

We can go through the
list in detail tomorrow.

Yeah, okay, I'm just gonna...

You need to relax.
I am relaxed.

Let's get a drink.
What?

You know, a drink.

It's what people do after
a long day on the job.

Unwind a bit.

No, thanks.

You're right, I'm tired.

I'm gonna go home, it's been a
long day.

Good, well, okay.

Make sure you go straight home.

I will.

Promise?

Promise.

The
fuck is wrong with you?

Back off, you bastard!

Hey, girl.

Buy you a drink?

Get off me!

Whoa!

Are you a star?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Hm?

I said, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Tell us about M and R Trading.

Who?

It stands for Magic and Ritual.

They sell occult supplies.

They aren't a client of mine.

Yeah, we know that.

But you're a customer of theirs?

Am I?

What is this?

I've never heard of them.

So tell me why your
credit card was charged

76 pounds by them last October

for a delivery to this address.

What?

It can't have been.

I don't know.

What is this?

Do I need to get a lawyer?

Items from this shop were
found at all the crime scenes.

You were a customer.

We just need to rule you out.

Halloween.

What?

Halloween, we had a Halloween
party,

and I bought some party
toys from their site.

What did you buy?

Masks, creepy costume capes,
you know, Halloween stuff.

Candles?
Candles?

No, not candles.

Look, I have pictures.

That was a great night.

Three-day hangover.

What type of hallucinations?

Like seeing-things-that-aren't-real
hallucinations.

What type of things?

Like the face of someone
we're investigating.

Your serial killer?
Yeah.

And things in the corner of my
eye.

When did this start?

A few days ago.

Since we renewed your
prescription?

I don't...

Actually, yeah.

Have you been drinking?

Some, but this has never
happened before.

Rebecca, you know you should
never touch medication

with alcohol.

Yeah, but like I said, this
hasn't...

Have you been under any stress

in your personal life recently?

You know I have.

And how is work going?

I hear you're all under a lot of
pressure.

The usual, homicide.

Is this your
first serial killer case?

It is.

I hear it's terribly gruesome
stuff.

And you're partnered with
Detective Sergeant Smith.

I am.

How's that going?

He can be quite prickly
sometimes.

Nothing I can't handle.

Look, Rebecca,

this is clearly an incredibly
stressful time in your life.

Couple that with drinking
a little too much alcohol

whilst taking this very powerful
anti-anxiety medication,

it's little wonder things
are feeling out of control.

Here's what we're going to do.

We are going to try you
off on a new prescription

and you are going to cut out the
alcohol.

Completely.

Not at all, okay?

Don't worry.

Everything is going to be fine.

What?

Where are you?

Get down here now.

He's confessing.

He just came in.

Confessed to the killings
and then clammed up.

Says he will only speak to you.

To me, why?

He wasn't very coherent.

So, she's arrived.

Start talking.

Hello, Mr. Dewire.

I hear you would like to talk to
me.

I did it.

You did what?

I killed them.

Who did you kill?

Everybody.

Could you be a little more
specific?

Kingley street.

Brookfield.

The jogger, the doctor.

I killed them all, I did it!

Why did you kill them?

I can't remember.

So you remember killing them

but you don't remember why you
did it?

No.

Yes, I must,

I must just be evil.

How did you choose your victims?

I can't remember.

Did you know your victims
before you killed them?

Did I Know them?

I don't think so.

Which victim did you kill first?

I don't know.

What does it matter, they're all
dead now.

We need to establish the
details.

We need to establish
that you actually did it.

Why have you chosen now to
confess?

Because it's the right thing to
do.

What's with all the demonic
stuff?

Satan.

Satan must have driven me to it.

Why have you been removing body
parts?

Body parts?

I must be sick!

Okay, take a breath.

Okay, relax.

Would you like a coffee?

Coffee, no, I don't want a
fucking coffee!

I just wanna get rid
of this terrible guilt!

Have you killed anybody else

aside from the people
in the papers, I mean?

Oh god, yes, I have.

Lots of people.

All those faces.

This is a nightmare.

This is a nightmare.

You don't
actually believe him, do you?

What do you mean?

Look at him.

He's insane.

Of course he is.

He's a serial killer.

I don't buy it.

Why would he suddenly confess
now?

Because he's insane.

Why did he only want to talk to
you?

Because he's insane!

Why has he been removing
organs from victims?

Because he's insane!

Look, every question
you ask can be answered

because he's batshit crazy!

How many fake confessions have
we had on this case so far?

As many as you'd expect
on a case like this.

Oh come on, he's given us
specifics.

What specifics?

He's given us nothing!

Look, this guy isn't some random
nutter.

This guy is connected, he's on
the list.

We were at his office just
yesterday!

Yeah, we were.

Maybe we pushed him over the
edge.

You're damn right we
pushed him over the edge.

That's police work.

You want him to be guilty!

What, the guy who just
confessed?

The guy we've got in custody
now?

The guy who is linked in
numerous ways

to a series of vicious bloody
murders?

Yeah, I want the scumbag to be
guilty.

Means we finally got the
psycho off the streets!

Fuck!

Ambulance, now!

We need to compress, get me a
cloth!

Would I have a cloth?

Take off your shirt!

You take off your shirt!

Hurry up!

It's a new shirt.

It's gonna be okay, okay?

It's gonna be okay.

I'm sorry.

But I don't know what's real
anymore.

007, let you hair down, we won't
tell.

Come on, get with the program.

In one...
Thanks but no.

This is a celebration.

Excuse me if I don't feel like
celebrating

the death of another human
being.

Lighten up, Faraway.

We cracked the case.

Did we?
Not this again.

The guy's house was
practically a shrine to Satan.

He confessed, he killed himself,
case closed, end of story.

Now shoot.

Good job.

Your round.

What can I get you?

Just the same again.

The noisy table in the corner.

You're a damn fine
detective, you know that?

Thanks.
Damn fine.

I appreciate that.

Yeah, so you got the wrong guy
this time

but you followed the trail, you
know?

You linked the pieces.

That's all you can do.
Yeah.

And we make a great team.
Do we?

Great team.

You are your father's
daughter, that is for sure.

He must be very proud.

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

I'm glad you didn't get his
looks, though.

All right, I have to take this.

Yeah.

Do you miss me?

No, I don't.

What?

That's because you're a
miserable bitch.

Just sell the house.

I can't stand to hear your
voice.

You're just so fucked up!

Just fuck off.

Don't ever wanna see you again.

You know, you push nice
people, nice people like me,

push them away from you.

You're gonna die alone.

You're a disgrace to the force.

You look like shit.

God, you're a fucking
monster.

Rebecca.

Stay down, you piece of shit!

Details of the suicide are
still under investigation

but I can confirm

that Mr. Dewire was responsible
for the recent killing...

Now the wasp
drags the paralyzed spider

back to its nest.

We have received

multiple unconfirmed reports
that U...

R.

Juan!

♪ Crazy ♪

Mixed up.
Bitch.

The copulation can be violent
and last up to 30 minutes.

Turn around!

Look behind you!

No, you look behind you.

Go away!

Go away!

Leave me alone!

Who is it?

It's Detective Faraway.

Do you
know what time it is?

Look, please, sorry.

I really need to speak
to you, it's urgent.

I hate to say it but, you know,

sales are through the roof.

There really is no such
thing as bad publicity.

You know, I gave the other
officers

access to all my files...

So, what do you call yourself?

Doug.

No, I mean, are you
witch doctor, a shaman?

What, are you serious?

I'm a businessman.

What about all this?

This crap?

This is just stuff I sell

to whomever is gullible enough
to buy it.

You don't believe in any of it?

What's this all about?

I've been seeing things.

What kind of things?

I don't know, ghosts.

Right.
Horrible things.

How often have you been
seeing these horrible things?

All the time.

I think I've been cursed
or possessed or something.

Okay.

So, I'm sorry.

I don't think I'm the person
you should be speaking to.

Maybe I can call your doctor?

No, no doctors, they all think
I'm mad.

And so do you.

I don't know what I was
thinking.

I'll go, I'll go.

Wait.

Sit down.

It's okay.

How long have you been
seeing these ghosts?

When I started working this
case.

Well, the murders, they were
ritualized.

Satanic symbols everywhere.

I think I've been infected by
something.

Do you think that's possible?

Do I think it's possible
that you could be possessed

by some kind of satanic entity?

Yeah.

No.

I think you may have let your
imagination

get the better of you.

I mean, it must be really
stressful

being confronted with all of
this.

Seeing what you do in your work,
I mean.

You don't believe in demons?

Demons?
Black magic, the occult.

You don't believe that magic
exists?

I didn't say that.

Magic exists in a way, you know?

Sleight of hand.

Smoke and mirrors.

Suggestion, misdirection.

If you believe it can happen
to you, then maybe it will.

The placebo effect.

But I never believed
in any of this before.

I'm a rationalist, for God's
sakes.

That's why I became a detective.

So you think it's possible

that someone could be making me
believe?

Isn't that what magicians do?

So what do I do?

Ignore it?

It's not real.

Just close your eyes.

Count to 10.

Just let it wash over you.

I know it can be hard
to unbelieve something

but if you stop feeding these
visions, they will go away.

Unless, of course, you really
are crazy.

Hey, you see anything now?

See, it's working already.

It's not real.

It's only in my head.

This isn't real.

Eli Smith, leave a
message.

Hello, Eli, it's Rebecca.

Okay, I know we haven't spoken
since,

I'm really, really sorry about
all that.

I was in a really bad place,
okay?

But I've broken into Sweet's
apartment

and I was right, okay?

He's the killer.

He's a Satanist.

Get here now.

Bring everybody.

Becca.

You're not real.

You're awake.

Dad?

We've all been so worried.

Don't move, Rebecca.

Lie down.

You need to rest.

What happened?

Where am I?

Where's Sweet?

We got him.

You got him.

You were about to become his
next victim.

Smith got there just in time.

Eli saved my life?

I'll never live that down.

Where is he?

He's in the waiting room.

I think he's a bit embarrassed

that he was so wrong about
everything.

Rebecca.

I'm sorry

Sorry?

What for?

For everything.

I know I haven't always shown it

but I've always been so very
proud of you.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

Lie down, Becca, you need to
rest.

Get off me.

Do what your father tells
you, and lie on the bed.

This isn't real.

Don't struggle, you're
only gonna make it worse.

This is not real!

My, aren't you a strong one.

It's always good to have a fall
back.

I've already called my partner.

They know everything.

Oh yes, the police department's
finest.

I'm sure he will be here any
second.

I think I can hear sirens
in the distance already.

You're crazy.

Those in glass houses, Becca.

You must realize none of this is
real.

Are you sure about that?

How do you think I got into that
mixed up

little head of yours this last
month?

I feel for you.

I really do.

That wasn't a pleasant place to
reside

even before I got in there.

I'm in your debt, you know?

I was all ready to give up
on this little experiment

until you gave me the key.

He has been trying to speak to
me.

I just never waited around
long enough to hear him.

Instant gratification, I've
always struggled with that one.

I understand, okay?

This isn't your fault.

You aren't fully...

The numbers on the walls.

I didn't leave those
messages at the crime scenes.

In fact, I didn't even know they
existed

till you very graciously
showed me those photos.

That wasn't me.

It was him.

Please.

Mark 16:17.

Cast out devils, they shall
speak with new tongues.

Though I speak with the
tongues of men and angels,

and I have not charity,
Corinthians 13:1.

Just let me go, okay, I can get
you help.

Come on, detective, haven't
you worked it out yet?

I've been offering up the
wrong body parts all this time.

He's telling me he needs your
tongue.

My tongue?

At least I think that's
what he's telling me.

You're gonna have to bear with
me on this.

This is all new ground.

We're traveling into the unknown
together.

The only difference is

I'm coming back.

All right, have it your way.

No anesthetic.

I was trying to be nice.

I offer you this tongue.

Now, speak.

Are you here?

Hello?

Fuck it!

I honestly thought I had it that
time.

Look, sorry about the tongue
thing.

I feel really terrible now.

I did it!

I did it!

We did it!

These are my terms.

Slow down, slow down.

This isn't how to conduct a
negotiation.

First we make a little small
talk.

Build rapport.

Develop trust.

Okay, straight to
business, you're the boss.

Come on.

You know exactly what I want.

I want to be like you.

I want real physical power.

I'm bored of having nothing

but these tedious little
mind tricks to work with.

It's so tiring.

I want to manipulate hard
objective tangible reality.

Haven't I given you enough
already?

What will you take?

Don't be ridiculous.

That's never going to happen.

Try again.

Step out of the
circle.

My life?

That's almost as bad as my soul.

Why are you treating me like an
imbecile?

Do you have any idea who I am?

I'm the youngest full equity
partner...

Okay, I respect you.

Calm down.

A life.

Her life.

Will that work for you?

Well, why didn't you just say
so?

Out of the circle.

Come on, you.

Time to leave the circle of
trust.

It's lidocaine, perfectly
harmless.

You stupid bitch.

You don't know what you've done!

You're awake.

Wait, don't move.

Guys.

Guys, she's awake.

You'll be all right.

I'm here.

We were so worried.

Don't try to speak.

She can't speak, you insensitive
dick.

I'm sorry.

Here.

Don't worry, detective.

It's not like you ever had
anything interesting to say.

You'd better watch yourself,
Perkins.

You saw what she did with the
Ripper.

We all saw what she did to
Smith.

How the hell did
you do it?

He's like twice your size.

How did you know it was him?

What was his motivation?

All right, boys, let's break it
up.

We can do this later.

Rebecca needs her rest.

Sorry.

Sorry, detective.

Yeah, you get some rest.

We will be back in the morning.

Good work, partner.

What do you mean?

It must be the
morphine.

I don't understand.

This is real.

I'm sorry for everything, but it
is.

Look into the light, please.

You might feel a scratch.

You can look away if you want.

It's not going to work anymore.

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