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[bright music]

[News Anchor] Those
were the news headlines.

Now it's time for the shipping forecast

issued by the Met office on behalf

of the Maritime and Coast Guard Agency

at 3:00 AM on Thursday
the 24th of September.

There are warnings of gales, in Viking.

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Thames, Dover, White, Portland, Plymouth.

[waves splashing]

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[people talking]

[news anchor talking]

Love you. Bye kids!

[news anchor talking]

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[news anchor talking]

[phone pings]

[car door slams]

[News Anchor] Showers, rain
later, could occasionally

pour later.

North four to six, occasionally
seven metre, showers, good.

Hold the doors, hold the doors!

[conductor whistles]

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-[sirens wailing]

[police radio chatting]

Meet Claudio Fruselli,
49, economically inactive.

He's a former teacher,

did a bit of tea leaves
and astrological charts

for pin money.

He missed a family lunch on Sunday,

his cousin came by today.

Didn't get a reply, but
said heard music blaring

at top volume.

So that's why he called it in.

Did neighbours not say
anything about the music?

No, got back from Tenerife two hours ago

and the other side is empty.

Smoker bored of chem-sex
family favourites.

GBL, GHB, Methadone, Meth.

You back on the flight roster then?

You mean if the upstairs
are giving me enough rope?

Yeah, for now.

Wasn't there a bloke
found cuffed to his bed

a couple of weeks ago in Lewis?

Wasn't that a suspected GBL overdose?

Yeah, you're right.

Do you reckon they could be connected?

If there is something going on here,

it's better to be across it
sooner rather than later.

[ominous music]

[Martin] It was adultery, Mr. Fletcher.

Adultery, it was just the once.

I'm assured it's less
the frequency with which

you transgressed your marital vows

and more that it was
with your wife's sister.

Yeah, all the same, I deserve something.

It was four years. I'm entitled.

But surely it's too early to
be talking about insolvency.

Look I have a very large
order from Jarvis coming in

that should put us comfortably,
but a letter of intent?

No, not as such, but
I'm seeing Paul Jarvis

this weekend and I would
hope to be able to show you

that letter by the end
of next week the latest.

Yes, of course.

Bye now.

Hey, man, all good?

Yeah. All back up and running.

Overheating, swapped the fan out.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just cashflow, you know.

If people would pay what they owe in time.

Tell me about it.

Meanwhile Sophie is spending
like there's no tomorrow.

I swear it's gonna be the death of me.

Could always say no.

[Zack scoffs]

Think I haven't tried?

[phone buzzing]

Anyway, thanks for coming out, yeah.

Hello, Bryce Right
Promotional Merchandise,

Zack Bryce speaking.

[footsteps thumping]

How did it go with Mr. Fletcher?

I know we're acting for him,

but I hope he doesn't
get a penny out of her.

Good-looking, though.

I mean, not Martin good-looking,

but he's got an arrogant thing going on.

Oh, Martin, would you mind
if I left half an hour early?

I've got to take my cat to the vet.

Of course, could you be in
for eight prompt, though,

I wanna finish the case papers

for council on Paul Murray, yeah?

Sure.

[Janie chuckles]

What?

[both laugh]

[ominous music]

Asphyxia?

When the body hangs in the down position,

the muscles around the lungs
interfere with breathing,

it's how most victims of crucifixion went.

We're still waiting on tox,
but it does seem likely,

GBL or some sort of chem-sex
drug could have played a part.

So what are we saying? Some
sort of sex game gone wrong?

Well he must have had someone with him.

I mean, you can't string
yourself up like that, can you?

I wouldn't rule it out.

I mean, some of these auto-erotic types,

I'm telling you, they can give
Houdini a run for his money.

But likely an accident, wouldn't you say?

Overdose, possibly, but he,

what about some kind of
seizure, kicked over the steps,

passed out, misadventure either way.

If someone was with him, I mean surely,

they would have cut him down.

I mean, even if they
didn't wanna get involved,

they could have just, I don't know,

called an ambulance
and left the door open.

There was a GBL overdose in Lewis,

a week before last.

Welcome to the South Coast.

[Roy chuckles]

Anything suspicious?

Not that we could find.

Mind you, off the top of my head,

I can think of three killers
who have used this scene

as their hunting ground

and that's just in the last five years.

Okay, well, keep me across it.

And Roy, the judge on the Hussein case

is sending out the jury
tomorrow, so, fingers crossed.

[footsteps thumping]

So, Lager frenzy?

-I can't tonight.
-Why? What are you doing?

Are you washing your hair?

[Roy chuckles]

How are you, man?

Walking myself.

[Glen chuckles]

You don't have to worry about me.

Yeah, I know that.

But if I don't, then who will?

Give Ari my love, and say hi to the kids.

Yeah, I just went through a tunnel.

Yeah, incredible, yeah, mate, yeah.

Oh, oh, I'm just coming
in to Preston Park now.

So, I'll be in touch.

Cup of choo-choo's on me.

[Reginald chuckles]

Yeah, watch out, mate.

Yeah, you are, as always, a groovy cat.

A gentleman, a scholar and an acrobat.

Hey!

[loud knock]

Hey, hey, hello, excuse me, you!

[announcer speaking]

[engine roaring]

[door slams]

Daddy's home!

Hi, babe.

[Kids] Daddy!

Oh! Here we go. Score from there!

[kids chatting]

[bottle clinking]

[melancholic music]

[waves splashing]

[loud melancholic music]

[people chatting]

[phone clicks]

[loud melancholic music]

And he thought to himself, what
a great adventure he'd had.

And then, winkly-wonkly worm,
wriggled through the mud,

all the way home.

The end.

[door slams]

[melancholic music]

[Zack scoffs] How many
of them have you had?

Just the one. But it's gone
straight to where it goes.

And you know it always
gets me in the mood.

Sure.

[Sophie coughs]

But, maybe just, dial it back
on Saturday night though,

at Paul Jarvis' drinks-do.

What, don't drink at a drinks-do?

I need to make a good impression.

And you're saying I won't?

He is an important client, Soph,

I need a big order, the business needs it.

Really, please.

Okay, okay.

[sirens wailing]

[ominous music]

[engine humming]

[ominous music]

[keys clicking]

[computer pings]

[ominous music]

[computer buzzing]

[heavy breathing]

[loud ominous music]

[woman screams]

[door clicks]

Did you see any of the links I sent?

I, I, I haven't had a chance.

Just, work stuff, you know.

Dubai, they've got some good deals.

Don't be too long.

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

Bertie? Bertie! Bertie!

Bertie, come on, where are you?

Bertie, Bertie, come on boy, come on.

Bertie, there you are, come on.

What is that?

[melancholic music]

[phone rings and buzzes]

[phone beeping]

[Janie] Hello, it's Janie's phone.

Sorry, Mr. Broom, I
can't get a hold of her.

But there was a lot of
traffic on the one-way, so.

Oh, thanks.

Get an appeal out to
ramblers, dog-walkers,

see if they noticed
anyone suspicious nearby

in the past couple of days.

Also, missing persons in the local area.

If not, broaden that out to
include the whole of Sussex.

Morning Joe.

It's not very nice, I'm afraid.

A dismembered torso, female,
multiple stab wounds.

The head is absent, all four
limbs have been severed.

One arm and both legs in the
bag along with the torso,

that was wrapped in a duvet cover.

Age?

That's one for the pathologist.

Educated guess.

Um, well, anything from
late teens to, I don't know,

the 40's would be pushing it.

Time of death?

Oh, that definitely is above my pay grade.

So what about the missing arm?

Oh, anyone's guess, animal
predation, foxes maybe.

Why take her head?

To conceal her identity maybe?

Well, if that was the case,

they would have taken her hands as well.

Why didn't they?

Why dump here where she
was bound to be discovered?

Why not just bury her?

Because whoever did this
wanted her to be found.

[train whooshing]

[computer clicking]

[melancholic music]

[rain pouring]

Look, I thought if I found an address

I might be able to return it.

A data stick you found on a train.

What is it that they say
about a road to hell?

Did you open up any attachments
you didn't recognise?

No, no, I just, plugged it in

and I don't know, the machine shut down.

Just like that?

You been on any websites
you shouldn't have?

I'm not talking Common or Garden Smart,

I'm talking off the map.

Heebie dragons, dark websites.

No, man, why would I?

All people do. You buy any gear?

Not judging.

Do I look like a stoner?

Anyway, I wouldn't know
how to get on this.

Good, because you go
poking around in there,

you're liable to end up on a watch list

or a register.

I'm serious, mate.

You open that door, you don't
know what kind of demons

you're gonna look through.

Just let me know when
you've fixed it, Chris.

I will, mate.

So fingerprints from the hand

came back negative for previous.

We've sent off a request for priority DNA,

if she's on the database we
should get a result later today.

Mispers?

In Brighton we've got two missing women

that match the general
description of the body,

county wide another three.

How does that fit with the time frame?

Well, first impressions on the scene

from the pathologist put the time of death

within past 24 hours.

So what are we looking
at? Domestic homicide?

Well the perp

often makes an attempt
of concealment, right,

usually out of guilt, remorse, shame.

So I think Roy is right,

I mean whoever did this,
intended for us to find her.

Got a trainee solicitor,

who didn't turn up for work today.

She had an important meeting this morning.

She never showed.

She's 23 years old, so
she's inside the margin.

It's Janie Stretton.

Chris, I just wanted to say thanks,

you got it back up and running.

Not exactly, the triggers broom-job, mate,

your hard drive's been bricked,

so I stuck you in a new one.

Also, I've installed some
weapons grade AV software.

Anyway, I'm gonna take the
memory stick back to base

for a full going over.

Right, um, probably best
just to bin it, though,

wouldn't you say?

I'd like to know what we're dealing with,

just in case it's something new.

Don't take it personally.

No, no. Sure, well, thanks again.

[Chris] Ta-ta, mate.

Janie's been with us a couple of months.

She's a law student at Bristol.

Taking a year out to get some experience.

This isn't in character for her?

No, not at all.

Boyfriend?

No, no I don't think so.

There was someone, I think.

Oh, really?

Well, only recently.

How recent?

A month maybe.

[Bella] And she didn't mention a name

or when she saw him last?

No, she's quite private
about her personal life.

[melancholic music]

[dramatic music]

[keyboard clicking]

[dramatic music]

[keys clicking]

[suspenseful music]

[Man] Police 101, how may I help you?

Hello? If you can't
speak, just press five.

You're probably looking
at the body of a woman

with blonde hair.

20's or early 30's, no sign of
sexual assault on the victim.

34 stab wounds, long, thin
blades, the letter type possibly.

One curiosity, this was found inside

of what remains of her oesophagus.

What's that?

[suspenseful music]

Some sort of stag beetle, maybe?

Could be native.

It's nothing I recognise, I'm afraid.

Oh, it's a horrible-looking
thing, isn't it?

It was dead?

Oh, yes.

So you're saying someone put it there?

It certainly looks that way.

We don't let the press have
a word of this, all right?

This stays between us and the murderer.

[Nick] Sure.

I'll see if there are any
other victims in the UK

where a beetle was found at the scene.

Anything further on misper's?

One's been found, one's been ruled out

by distinguishing features.

And what about this missing solicitor?

She left work early to
go to the vet apparently,

but the receptionist says,

there was no appointment
and she never came by.

Her letting agent's meeting
us at the flat first thing.

Okay then, well, unless
anything else comes in,

I'll see you all at the 8:30 briefing.

[footsteps thumping]

Roy!

Any more on your fetish guy
and the GBL overdose in Lewis?

Banking and credit card history
say they were both members

of the same gym chain, Pulse Rate.

But at different times.

No connection beyond that?

Not so far, no.

Maybe let it ride then.

No need to spread yourself too thinly.

Okay.

Um, I hear on the wire,

there's a detective chief
superintendency coming up.

Hampshire, change of scene, rank.

Might do you good.

Is it the aftershave? Hampshire?

Just trying to be a friend.

You nearly caused a mistrial,

by taking evidence to a medium.

You might still have cost us a conviction,

the chief is worried.

Everyone had a lot of
sympathy for you after Sandy.

That was six years.

Any good will that bought,
the jury comes in not guilty,

I'm just saying, word is,

you better start looking for
somewhere new to lay your hat.

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[door slams]

[switch clicks]

[bag shuffles]

[footsteps thumping]

[suspenseful music]

[melancholic music]

Hear this advice.

Last night you accessed a website

you were unauthorised to visit.

Today, you tried to access it again.

We do not appreciate uninvited guests.

If you inform the police
about what you saw

or if you ever try to
access the site again,

what is about to happen to your computer

will happen to your wife, Sophie,

to your son, Felix and to
your daughter, Jessica.

So take a good look and have a hard think.

Your friends at the Scarab
Corporation International.

[computer clicking]

No, no, no. Stop, no, no, no.

Stop, stop, please.

Go back, go back.

[suspenseful music]

[melancholic music]

[phone rings and buzzes]

[suspenseful music]

[Jane sighs]

Well, they're both identical.

Apart from the paint job.

Copris lunaris, also
known as a dung beetle

or Scarab, indigenous to Southern Europe

and North-Africa.

Are they found here at all?

Typically not outside of a zoo.

But if you went to Luxor,
the Valley of the Kings,

you'd find scarabs covered everywhere.

They were significant in
funeral rites in antiquity.

They'd be put in a tomb to
ensure eternal resurrection.

[phone buzzing]

Excuse me, professor. Grace.

[Glen] Looks like we may
have ID on the field remains.

Hers?

Yeah, keys were on the coffee table.

So she didn't drive to
meet the killer then.

Anything from the neighbours?

Blind eye avenue,
student digs, short lets.

So nobody saw anything, not her,

not whoever she was with?

No, somebody mentioned a
black car with tinted windows

but that could just as easily be dealers.

[suspenseful music]

Student, wasn't she?

[Glen] Yeah.

This is more like a show
home than a student's digs.

Any sign of forced entry?

[Glen] No, nothing.

The killer's attempted
to clean up by dusting

a fresh duvet over the bed.

But there's blood on the wall

and on the mirror over the bed.

Arterial spray most likely.

Wait, there's more.

[loud whistling]

Wow.

Whatever floats your boat, right.

Well, there's enough here
to float the Ark Royal.

There was a mobile under the bed,

it's been bagged and dusted.

There's a laptop too.

Well, get them to John
Rye in digital forensics.

Contacts, last calls, social media,

anything and everything
he can get from them.

Oh, and there's a cat somewhere.

Someone make sure it's looked after.

[door slams]

[melancholic music]

Who's their next of kin?

[engine humming]

How was your drive?

It's an awful road, don't
know why they can't just

make it a motorway.

Janie's always spending
when she comes down here.

I'm sorry about the boxes
and well, everything.

I'm letting the place
go, needs must really.

Recession, couple of bad investments.

Would have broken my wife's heart,

you know, small mercies.

This is just too big now it's just me.

And with Janie away.

You said on the phone you had news.

[people chatting]

[loud knock]

Yeah. Hi Bella, what can I do you for?

Anything you can get off these.

Calls, contacts, social media.

I'm not exactly slack.

-It's the body at Hob's Dyke.
-I'll see what I can do.

Thanks. As soon as you can.

Joolz, got a job for you.

[footsteps thumping]

[birds chirping]

[boot slams]

[ominous music]

[phone rings]

Hello?

[happy music]

Hello, is anyone there?

[ominous music]

[Man On Phone] Is that
the Bryce residence?

Yes.

[Man On Phone] Are you Mrs. Sophie Bryce?

Yes, who is this?

[phone beeps]

[footsteps thumping]

[gentle knock]

I've put some photographs
of Janie together,

you asked for.

I'd appreciate them back.

Of course, thank you, Mr. Stretton.

Look, I'm sorry to have to ask you this,

but is there anyone you could think of

who might have had any
reason to harm your daughter?

No, no one. She was so caring.

Did Janie have a boyfriend?

Um, Justin would be the last I met.

Justin Remington.

He's something in
London, hedge management.

They met at university.

Nice boy, but Janie doesn't
want anything serious

while she's building her career.

Didn't want.

Can I see her? I'd like
to see her, please.

Mr. Stretton, do all these
things belong to your daughter?

Oh, yes. Little jackal was Janie.

She was particularly fond of anything

with a butterfly on it.

She even had one, a tattoo of one here,

on her left arm.

[suspenseful music]

Can I take something that
she might have worn recently?

Um, well, um, yes.

The silver ring's probably the best bet.

She used to wear it all the time at home.

[ominous music]

You'll let me know, will you?

When I can see her?

[keyboard clicking]

Hey, daddy's girl, wanna go splitsies?

You got your own work.

Andy and me can take the
laptop, if you don't mind, Andy.

Or the mobi, dealers choice.

I know what you're doing, in-cell scum.

Says the low-tier Becky.

Papa John Rye got his eye on you.

Do you think he visualises scenarios?

Exchanges? Porking you?

[man slurping]

[Joolz sighs]

I got that reference.

You're disgusting.

[birds chirping]

You really wanna go down that road again?

Harry Frame?

[Glen scoffs]

Do you wanna get busted,
is that what this is?

Some sort of death wish?

'Cause look, I'm your friend, yeah?

And if I don't get it,

well God knows what upstairs
are gonna think of this.

It's just insurance.

I've got something in my back pocket,

I don't need to use it,

but I feel better knowing it's there.

You know who talks like that?

Who?

Addicts.

[Roy laughs]

Oh, come on, this is not that.

Isn't it?

No.

All right, well, give it back.

And if that's not what this is,

then give it back to him.

You can't do it.

I could. I absolutely, I choose not to.

I choose, it is a choice.

You know what, you keep
telling yourself that.

And then, you can tell disciplinary

once they put you out on your ass.

She wasn't his first.

What?

Fruselli, the gimp.

Either he's got a curious
interest in scarab beetles

or someone left a calling card.

I was at the PM, there was
no beetle inside the suit

or on the body.

I went back, it was on the mouse pad.

Painted white, it was identical to the one

recovered from Janie Stretton's remains.

And we were right

about why the killer
left her where he did.

It was for the same reason
the music was left blaring

in Fruselli's flat.

He wanted him to be found.

Only the neighbours were away,

so there was no one to
complain about the music.

Yeah, and this time he
made absolutely sure

that Janie was found.

He's showing off.

He doesn't wanna be ignored certainly.

[suspenseful music]

We need to go back to the
first GBL overdose in Lewis.

See if there are any scarabs left there.

[suspenseful music]

[engine humming]

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

[door squeaks]

[suspenseful music]

[dog barks]

Sorry, I was just rustled.

Look, it was probably just a
cold caller who got cut off.

Double glazing or insurance
and nothing to worry about.

[dog barks]

If you're sure.

Yeah, of course.

Well, let's better get tea on.

[dog barks]

[kids laugh]

[shower splashing]

[suspenseful music]

[Zack breathing heavily]

[woman screams]

[suspenseful music]

[melancholic music]

[Janie] Hello, this is Janie's phone.

I can't take your call right
now, so leave me a message.

[Verity] Janie, it's Verity.

Mr. Broom was expecting
you in at 8:00 o'clock

this morning, can you give me a call?

And then at 11:30 we have.

[Claire] Janie, Claire,
I've got something for you.

Can you give me a call, please.

Sorry, traffic was a bitch.

Present company, obviously, Ma'am.

The additional man
power, DS Norman Potting.

He'll be with us for the duration.

Stormin' Norman, good to be on the team.

Norman, do you know John
Rye from digital forensics?

Indeed, yeah, Robocop we call him.

John Cyber man Rye.

[tongue clicking]

I'm in, hi John.

John?

Mid-day yesterday, we have.

[Claire] Janie, it's Claire again.

I'm worried you might not
have gotten my last message.

It was for tonight.

You've got this Claire's
number presumably?

It was registered to a business,

by the name of FGX-247 Limited.

We also pulled a message off Janie's phone

Tuesday morning, from Ant.

Just said, tonight, 7:30.

Janie replied kiss, kiss.

PAYG sim, paid for on a clone credit card,

no longer in service.

This FGX-247, has anyone heard of it?

Only FGX I've ever heard of

is off the menu of an escort service.

You'd know about one, Norman.

Yeah, well I should
do, five years on Vice.

Yeah, got all the acronyms down, Pat.

FGX, DFK, DP, ATM, which
doesn't involve a cash point.

And of course, MSOG, multiple shots on go.

You should go on Mastermind.

No, they turned me down.

Imagine.

FGX, Norman.

Yeah, it's sometimes referred to as FG,

it's an umbrella term,

it means full girlfriend experience.

Chris, it's Zack, I'm sorry
to keep bothering you.

Any word on that laptop?

Sorry, mate, I've not had a chance.

Got in last night and the whole
place has been turned over.

Oh, mate, they take much?

Enough, just cheap bits and bobs.

Half the stuff they
nicked was in for repair.

Drunkies probably.

I mean, look at it, it's
gonna take me a week

to clear this up.

What about that memory stick?

Do you know what, I've
not even had a look.

Yep, that's gone too, sorry, pal.

Right, I'll get onto your
laptop as soon as I can

but I wouldn't hold your breath.

Mm-hmm.

[suspenseful music]

[sirens wailing]

[phone rings]

[Claire] Hello.

[Roy] Is that FGX-247?

Yes, it is, what can I do for you?

[Roy] Am I speaking to Claire?

Who's calling?

[Roy] You left a message
for Janie Stretton

Wednesday afternoon.

Who are you?

Detective Superintendent
Grace, East-Sussex CID.

[suspenseful music]

[birds squealing]

Claire? I think we got cut off.

Janie Stretton, she got
a message on Tuesday

from someone called Ant.

Is he one of yours?

Anton, his name is.

Anton what?

Your guess.

Look on a first date, we phone
the girls after ten minutes.

They have a safe word they
can use if they're not happy.

This was her fourth date with him,

I didn't have any reason to be worried.

How many girls have you got in your books?

About 30 and ten guys.

You wouldn't happen to
have a Claudio Fruselli

by any chance, would you, 50's?

Never heard of him.

And this Anton, has he seen
anyone else on your books?

No. Just Janie.

I can let you have his
mobile, if you like.

We always take a number for them.

Oh, well, I'm sure it's
safeguarding measures like that,

that ensure that none
of your workers end up

in a bin bag, dismembered on Hob's Dyke.

That was her?

Yeah. That was her.

Norman, you'll need to draught in help,

but could you organise
a troll through CCTV

of likely date spots in the
Brighton area on Tuesday.

Janie Stretton went out on her fourth date

with this guy, Anton, or
whatever his real name is.

They must have been picked up somewhere.

Aye.

Specials and PCSO's to take
the photos we have of her

to every restaurant, bar, pub
in Brighton and Hove area.

Same end, yeah.

Cool.

And oh yeah, John, I
asked John to take a look

at a mobile belonging to Claudio Fruselli.

Who we found dead on Tuesday.

Yeah, um, Mr. Fruselli
was active on a number

of hook-up sites used
by the gay community.

He agreed to meet someone
calling themselves Lancer,

previous Friday.

The last activity we've got from him,

is just after 7:00 that evening.

After that, nothing.

Right, where are we with
tropical insect breeders?

I found one in Reigate,
that sounds interesting.

He had a request to supply a scarab beetle

just over ten days ago.

And this one, we like
to call, the roach room,

for obvious reasons.

We supply a lot of these to
the pharmaceutical industry,

for tests.

Did you know that if you
cut off a cockroaches head

it can live for up to 15 days?

There you go, Copris Lunaris.

[melancholic music]

[Roy] DC Boutwood tells
me that someone bought one

from you recently.

Only sale I've had in recent
months for the Lunaris.

Not much call for them really.

Just the occasional collector.

Who was the customer?

[scoffs] Funny bloke. Aussie, maybe?

Rang about a month ago,
asked if I had any in stock.

Said he wanted 50 of them.

50?

Yeah, he was quite specific.

They had to be Copris Lunaris.

Live or dead?

Dead.

So you've met him?

No, he phoned up. Sent a
mini cab [phone buzzes]

and the driver paid cash.

Sorry, excuse me.

Bella, what have you got?

I've just seen Janie's ex.

He's pretty broken up, they
were only together 15 months

at Uni, but he was crazy about her.

Anything there?

Well, he's alibied for
the 24 hours leading up

to the discovery of the body.

He hasn't spoken to her in a year.

Did he say why they split up?

He didn't wanna speak ill,
but to quote him exactly,

"She got into stuff I couldn't deal with."

What kind of stuff?

[melancholic music]

Oh, brilliant Joolz, well done.

A web-cam girl? In addition
to the escort work?

All the ex knows is that
she got into it at Uni.

To supplement her income and
pay off her student loan.

The whole sugar daddy thing.

And are we releasing that information,

that she was a sex worker?

I've asked family liaison
to take the temperature

with her father.

Anything more on Anton?

The number we got from the escort service

was the same untraceable pay-as-you-go

as John Rye pulled from her mobile.

And the account he used to pay them,

that was a burner too.

And the other scarab beetle you found

at Fruselli's, is that
definitely the same?

Yeah, I'm also pretty
certain that Fruselli

had a laptop stolen.

There was a table in front
of where he was found hanged,

it was dusted with speed
apart from the area

that was a perfect fit
for a 13 inch laptop.

Well, you know as well as anyone,

serial killers tend to have a type.

These two couldn't be more different.

They're connected. I'm sure of it.

And you thought the GBL in
Lewis was connected too.

I did, yeah.

But having looked into
it, I've ruled it out.

There was no scarab
beetle found at the scene.

Unless there was anything else?

Have you thought any more about Hampshire?

I'll bear it in mind.

[people chatting]

Hey, girlfriend.

How about you refill us cocktails.

Squivel, Dave.

Seriously, what's with
you and the boss man?

I mean even Andy noticed he
was a bit handsy earlier.

I didn't say that.

Oh, Joolz, good work,
oh your skills make me

so horny.

He's like a 100.

Yeah, enough of the neck rub, okay.

See ya.

See ya.

[suspenseful music]

[train whooshing]

Sure, sure, yeah, yeah, I'm on the train.

I'm absolu-lu, [indistinct].

Yeah, you know it. Sure.

So, how's it shaping up, that little lady?

[laughs] Is she? Is she?

Yeah, I bet she is.

[man laughs]

Wow, yeah, yeah.

You all right, mate?

[suspenseful music]

Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

[birds squealing]

[suspenseful music]

Ah, sorry, Roy, I'm not
being shown anything at all.

They're not coming through today.

They don't always, you know.

If you wanna leave it with me.

Sure, yeah, if there's
anything, just let me know.

What is it? Work or personal?

The top brass think
that a move to Hampshire

might be a good idea.

What do you think?

Maybe they're right.

Change of scenery, fresh
start, get away from the past.

What do you feel?

I met Sandy in Brighton.

We fell in love here, we got married here.

I lost her here.

Hampshire feels like
letting go, giving up.

And I'm not ready.

If I knew, if I knew for
certain, she was gone,

I would walk away, close the door.

It's irrational, I know.

But I keep thinking if I move,

she won't be able to find a way home.

[Roy sighs]

It's funny, in this crime scene,

I, I caught her perfume in the air.

It was like she just
stepped out of the room.

[melancholic music]

It was a violent death.

Yes.

She had blue hair, purple hair.

There's something with
her arm, her left arm.

She had a mark on her
wrist, somewhere here.

Um, a birth mark.

No, no a tattoo, small.

And she wore a bracelet.

A butterfly maybe.

[suspenseful music]

He's got it.

[Roy] Who's got it?

The man.

Which man? Where?

There's a blue room.

[suspenseful music]

[Harry sighs]

Sorry, it's gone, it
was so strong and then.

[Harry sighs]

You need to be very careful.

There's death close at hand and water.

It ends by water.

[door squeaks]

[suspenseful music]

[TV chatting]

[suspenseful music]

Babe? Hey, what is it?

[suspenseful music]

Sweep the bars, pubs,
clubs, still come up blank.

Nobody at FGX-247 is going
to admit knowing Janie,

but I have found out

she was registered at
another escort agency.

So, I'm just gonna work my
way through the client list.

Where are we with our beetle dealer?

I've spoken to every mini
cab firm in the Reigate area,

so far there's no sign of
the driver who picked up

the scarab beetle.

Sorry, I've got a fellow in a phone box,

says he thinks he witnessed
Janie Stretton's murder.

[phone rings]

[Roy] Zack?

Who's this?

Zack, my name is Roy, Roy Grace.

I'm the senior investigating officer

in charge of the Janie
Stretton murder inquiry.

Zack we need to talk.

If you saw what you say you saw.

I did. All right, I saw it all.

All right, well we need to meet, Zack.

We need to meet face to
face, do you understand?

We can't do this over the telephone.

I can't. They'll know, they'll find out,

I have a family to think of.

Well I'll meet you anywhere, Zack,

wherever you say.

Where would you feel safe?

I didn't think it was real, you know.

That's why I took a screen grab.

I thought it must have been a film, but.

You can't do that with special effects.

The way she. It was too real.

The sounds and.

[Zack sighs]

You did the right thing.

But that's it, the worst is over.

I should have come to you sooner.

But, I was afraid.

Who wouldn't be?

You had your wife, your
kids to think about.

But we've got it now, okay.

I promise you, we won't let
anything happen to them.

You just go about your
daily life as normal

and leave everything
else to us, all right?

The man on the train, do you
think you'd recognise him

if you saw him again?

[suspenseful music]

This is the right train?

Definitely, the 18:10 fast, yeah.

That's him.

[suspenseful music]

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Reginald Morris D'Eath,
convicted sex offender,

some time pimp, procurer
of underaged girls,

and pandering chief to anyone

who thinks they can use
the UK as their own private

knocking shop.

Lately, he's been the
producer and provider

of bespoke violent pornography.

He came off a three stretch
at Parkhurst last summer.

So D'Eath leaves the
memory stick on a train,

Mr. Bryce finds it,
sticks it in his laptop,

turns out it's his golden ticket
to a page of the dark web,

streaming the murder of Janie
Stretton, just like that.

Not quite, Ma'am.

Whatever programme is on the thumb drive

does all the heavy lifting.

Instals a bespoke, anonymous,
virtual, private network,

that will locate and gain
entry to the correct address.

You tried using the URL on
the screenshot presumably?

Yeah, we have Ma'am.

But as far as I understand
it, their software

allows anonymous browsing
by rooting connection

through a chain of different computers,

encrypting data in the process.

But without whatever else
is on this thumb drive,

we can't find the site, never mind get in.

It's like a homing beacon
and a key to the door in one.

That's why Mr. Bryce
couldn't access the site

the second time he tried.

Although it appears someone
picked up on his attempt.

[ACC Alison] Snuff films?

A snuff channel, Scarab
Corporation International.

That's why we've been finding
beetles at the crime scenes.

Not so much proof of
life as proof of death.

He's asserting his authorship.

Authorship? How many of
these films are there?

Well, the insect wrangler said

he'd sold 50 scarab beetles.

Do we think D'Eath is behind it?

That he's graduated from
torture porn to actual murder?

Well, it certainly seems to be his niche.

And, you know, even if it isn't,

at the very least he
should be able to tell us

where he got hold of that thumb drive.

[engines humming]

[loud knocking]

-Mr. D'Eath!
-[doorbell rings]

[dogs bark]

Anything?

He could just be not answering.

Norman, we'll try the back,

make sure he doesn't leave by the front.

[suspenseful music]

[loud knock]

[door squeaks]

Hello! Reginald D'Eath!
East Sussex Police.

[flies buzzing]

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps thumping]

Reggie, we just wanna talk to you.

It's safe to come out.

[suspenseful music]

We just want some help with our inquiries.

[suspenseful music]

[stairs creaking]

[suspenseful music]

[Glen] Roy! Get up here!

[Glen gagging and coughing]

[suspenseful music]

[Glen coughing]

We need some air.

[loud suspenseful music]

What did they say?

They said that we've done the right thing.

But that they'd take care of
it now, we're not to worry.

Are you sure we should go tonight?

They know who he is and
they're gonna bring him in,

they said we're just
to carry on as normal.

All the same.

Look, I can't just call Paul
Jarvis and bail out now.

Soph, really, I can't
afford to piss him off.

I need to make good on a big
order that he's promised me,

okay, I just gotta do that.

Okay. Calm down. We'll go.

[dog barks]

We'll go, okay. Look,
we'll have a good time.

I'll smile and look good and
you'll get your order, okay.

Neighbour clocked a blue
four-by-four outside the house

last night and took down the reg.

Yeah, it's registered to a company called

Bornholt International
Limited, Brighton PO box.

Odds are that's just an
accommodation address.

You know, my dad used
to spray the potato crop

with sulfuric acid, kills off the shoots,

makes harvesting much easier.

So if we're looking for someone
with enough sulfuric acid

to fill a bath we should be
looking for potato farmers?

Or whoever supplies them.

Yeah, I'll go check out the whole silos

who use in bulk sulfuric
acid in the area, right?

Sir, I've spoken to the babysitter.

The Bryces are out, she doesn't know

when they're gonna be back.

Uniform have promised
me a unit on the scene

as soon as possible.

Fine, tell it park up discreetly.

Out of view of the house,
but obvious to anyone

who fancies their chances.

We'll talk to them first thing.

I've just had a call from a bar manager

that I spoke to yesterday, Sapphire Bar.

He reckons he's got
footage of Janie Stretton.

Recordings normally get
deleted after 72 hours

but, as I said, we've had
an issue with dealers.

[suspenseful music]

[Nick] It's her.

No question. Who's the man?

Never seen him before.

What sort of guy wears shades indoors?

The same sort that makes
sure he's got his back

to the CCTV cameras in almost every shot.

The sort that doesn't wanna be recognised.

[suspenseful music]

[door slams]

[Sophie shushing]

Hey, everything all right?

Yeah, fine Mrs. Bryce, the
children were no trouble.

Go on then, crab your
coat, I'll run you home.

Hey, hey, I can drive.

No, you can't, you're at least
two drinks over the limit.

[Zack chuckles]

It's all right, after everything
you've been carrying around

you needed to relax.

But it's done now, right?

You got your order.

[Zack huffs]

Be good.

[gentle slap]

Hey, I love you.

You only say that when you're blooded.

[Zack huffs]

No I don't.

Yeah, you do. It's all right
at least I know you mean it.

[Zack chuckles]

[car door slams]

[engine roars]

[balls click]

[TV playing]

[remote clicks]

[phone buzzing]

[suspenseful music]

[phone beeping]

Mr. Morrison, I'm so
sorry to call so late,

it's Zack Bryce.

Um, Mandy did some babysitting
for Sophie and me tonight,

I just wanted to make sure she was home.

About a quarter to two.

Okay, thanks, I'm sorry to trouble you.

[suspenseful music]

Police? Yeah, um, could
you check if there's been

road traffic accidents
involving a Sophie Bryce?

You haven't? You sure?

Are you sure you haven't
admitted any patients

by the name of Sophie Bryce?

Bryce, B-R-Y.

[loud bang]

Sophie, my wife, something's
happened, I know it.

She, um, she took my car.

[suspenseful music]

[flames gushing]

[waves splashing]

-Burned out?
-There was no one in it.

Then where is she?

You said we'd be safe.

I came forward, I identified
the guy on the train,

you said you knew who he was.

[Glen] We do.

[Zack] Have you arrested him?

No.

Well, why not?

If he's involved, then-

He's dead, Mr. Bryce.

What? What? How?

It's under investigation.

This is Danny Brown and Warren Dolish,

from family liaison.

If you're agreeable they'll
stay with you in the house

and make sure you and the children

have round the clock protection.

[engine humming]

Norman Potting, East Sussex CID.

I wanna speak to whoever's in charge.

Yeah, go through mate.

[Glen] Oh, well done!

It's her favourite, she
wears it all the time.

What is it you need it for? DNA?

Look, you said you wouldn't
let anything happen

and now she's missing.

We will do everything
we can to find Sophie

and bring her home, Mr. Bryce.

You have my word.

[seagulls squealing]

[Norman] Big old place you got here, Mr.?

Smith, Carl Smith.

What can I do for you, officer?

I'm looking into all local suppliers

of dangerous chemicals

and I believe you supply machine parts

and agricultural chemicals?

That's right.

You haven't lost any
sulfuric acid in recent days?

None gone missing or mislaid?

Thousand litre drums of sulfuric,

it's not exactly the sort of thing

that one can sneak out under a coat.

Yeah, I suppose not, no.

You don't mind if I
have a look around here?

As long as you don't mind a chaperone.

Health and safety.

Uh, isn't everything.

It's political correctness gone mad.

[Carl chuckles]

[phones ringing]

What happened?

After Reggie D'Eath

you should have had the
Bryces under protection.

I did.

There was a patrol car parked outside,

but they were called out to an RTA

and they missed the car leaving.

Not that it would have
made any difference,

they weren't under house arrest.

Do you think whoever is behind
these films has taken her?

Almost certainly.

Well, they must know we
have an active interest

in the Bryces.

They don't care.

Whoever's behind this, you
cross them and you peril.

They will take revenge.

Reggie D'Eath loses the thumb drive

and he's drowned in a bath of acid.

It's payback.

Mr. Bryce finds the drive,
witnesses the murder

of Janie Stretton and he's warned

there will be severe consequences

if he talks to the police

or if he reveals anything
about what he's seen to anyone.

Mr. Bryce, not his wife.

She was driving his car.

So you think they were after him.

I think it's immaterial,
him, her, the kids.

The threat was to the whole family.

And they must know that we
are going to come after them

with everything we've got.

Of course they do. Maybe
that's part of the thrill.

But it also worries me.

Because they are not
going to want to keep hold

of Mrs. Bryce for any
longer than is necessary.

Any resources you need
Roy, they are yours.

You find them you get her out alive.

[suspenseful music]

[News Anchor] You're
watching ITV News Meridian,

with me, thank you to
John for the headlines

in the South-East.

Police are investigating the
murder of a man found dead

at his home in Notting Dale.

He's been officially identified
as Reginald Morris D'Eath.

Detectives believe someone
may have relevant information

to help.

Mr. Bryce.

That's him, isn't it?

They said he was dead, they
didn't say he was murdered.

Well, thanks for your assistance on that.

I was surprised to find
you open on a Sunday.

Business never sleeps, sergeant.

No, I suppose not. I'll remember that one.

[rain pouring]

Monthly standing order on
Reggie D'Eath's bank account

to a company called SCI Cinema.

Thousand pounds a month.

Scarab Corporation
International presumably.

Where are they based?

Belize.

Of course they are.

How many subscribers can
they have at a grand a month?

I mean, they wouldn't need many.

Say they have 100 worldwide,
that's 100,000 a month.

A 1000 subscribers gives you a million.

Do you really think there
are that many people

wanna watch people being killed?

Well how many true crime
shows are on the TV?

Documentaries, books.

It's like Norman's FGX,
full girlfriend experience,

only this is the full
serial killer experience.

So they do what the
customer doesn't dare to.

Yeah, they take all the risk,

live out your fantasy while you
sit down, safe, respectable,

watching people have
their lives snuffed out.

You don't even have to
get out of your chair.

[birds chirping]

[phone rings]

[suspenseful music]

Zack, just do exactly what they tell you.

Otherwise it will be Felix's
turn next, then Jessica's.

Please, do what they tell you,

please don't tell the police
anything else, they will know.

These people know everything.

Just do what they tell you.

[suspenseful music]

[engine humming]

[phone rings]

Incident room.

[Adam] This is Adam Davies
from Southern Resourcing Centre

I have a gentleman named
Seiler, calling about

a blue four-by-four DS
Grace has put a marker on.

He thinks they're dealing drugs.

Good evening, this is
DC Boutwood, Mr. Seiler?

The man is outside my apartment again.

Can you read out the vehicle registration

for me please, Sir?

Nick! Come on, now! Get
your coat, you're pulled.

Zack? [gentle knock]

[suspenseful music]

[woman sighs]

Where is she? Is Sophie okay?

You said you wouldn't
hurt her if I did exactly

what you wanted.

[Man On Phone] Just keep driving.

[phone rings]

Grace.

[Nick] Roy, it's Nick.

Report of the blue
four-by-four seen outside

Reginald D'Eath's house,

now parked outside 138 Fresh Mount Road.

Me and E.J. are on route.

On my way.

This is golf, tango, Juliet, echo.

We need uniform backup in the
vicinity of Fresh Mount Road.

The incident is at number 138,

I don't want anyone there
to see or hear the car

until I say so.

[suspenseful music]

Mr. Seiler?

Yes.

[Jane] Is the car still there?

Yes, I can still see the car.

We're a couple of minutes away.

[Seiler] You want me outside now?

No, please, stay inside.

[Woman On Radio] Uniform
delta, zebra, bravo,

we are approaching Fresh
Mount Road, eta 30 seconds.

Okay, there it is.

Uniform delta, zebra,
bravo, please intercept.

[sirens wailing]

Police, out of the vehicle!

[tyres screeching]

[glass smashing]

[tyres screeching]

Emma Jane! Emma Jane!

[sirens wailing]

Emma Jane! Look at me!

[sirens wailing]

Just look at me.

Call an ambulance! Move!

Okay, you're okay, you're gonna be fine.

[horn honking]

Nick, talk to me. What's going on?

E.J.'s down. He ran her down.

How bad? Nick, how bad?

It's bad, ambulance is on it's way.

Okay, hang tight, I'm
gonna be there in two-

[cars smashing]

[melancholic music]

[Man On Phone] There's a
parking area just ahead.

Pull in and turn your engine off.

[suspenseful music]

[engine humming]

[suspenseful music]

[engine humming]

[suspenseful music]

[breathing heavily]

[suspenseful music]

[keys clicking]

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps thumping]

[D'Eath moaning and screaming]

[screen buzzing]

We're assuming that couple
are the Bryces, aren't we?

Yes, Ma'am, we believe that these

promised double killings
do refer to the Bryces.

And where did this come from?

A view of a clone copy we made of material

on a laptop Roy recovered from
the four-by-four last night.

This clip was being sent out
to over a thousand customers

of the Scarab Corporation worldwide.

So that's what the driver was doing?

Yes, Ma'am, he was piggybacked

on to an unprotected router.

SOCO have confirmed the indentations

in the white powder on
Claudio Fruselli's table

were left by the laptop

that I pulled out of the car last night.

It was used to record his murder

and the placement of the
scarab by the killer.

And Janie Stretton.

Yeah, um, John and his team

haven't recovered the files yet,

but we think that's a likely scenario.

And where are we at with the
driver of the four-by-four?

He's out of the game, Ma'am,

possible brain injury,
there's no ID on him,

there's nothing on his
clothes or in the car

to say who he is.

But he's got a tattoo in Cyrillic.

"Any mission, any time, any place."

It's the motto of the Spetznaz,
Russian special forces.

Oh, the hits just keep coming.

Russian special forces? Great.

Okay. [hands clap]

You've got your work, I want photographs

of the Bryces out there.

News, print, TV, social media,

every outlet you can think of.

And shake down every informant you've got.

I think you should step down.

You were in a car crash last night.

I'm fine.

We have until 9:15
until the Bryce's murder

is broadcast on the internet.

You don't have time to get
anybody else up to speed,

I'm all you've got.

If these people want to kill the Bryces,

they don't have to wait til 9:15.

They could already be dead.

They promised live and
that's what I'm banking on.

Um, E.J.'s out of theatre.

They're keeping her in an
induced coma for the minute,

medics aren't hopeful.

Her parents are on the way.

[melancholic music]

All right, there's a time to
feel it, but this is not it.

Okay, you wanna do right by
E.J. you get the job done.

We find the Bryces and
we find who did this

to one of our own.

Zack. Zack.

[loud bang]

[suspenseful music]

Hey, wakey-wakey boy.

Don't you dare touch him!

Shh!

[Zack coughs]

Here, clean yourselves up.

Gotta look your best dead.

[door slams]

I'm so sorry, Zack. Zack.

It's all right, it's all right.

We're gonna be all right.

[Zack breathing heavily]

I need you to drop
everything and help me out,

there are two lives at stake.

The forensic image files are on a server

under job number 340.

What am I looking for?

Postal addresses, phone
numbers, email addresses,

anything that could give us a clue

where a couple called Mr.
and Mrs. Bryce might be.

Where's the original?

It's on my desk, you
shouldn't need it, thanks.

Credit card activity has given
us garage at [indistinct]

where Zack Bryce filled up.

Just after 8:00 pm.

Here, CCTV's just been uploaded.

[suspenseful music]

Can you go any closer
to the back of that car

that follows him out?

And E.J. mentioned a
car with tinted windows

parked on Janie Stretton's street.

There, zoom in on the
sticker on the rear window.

The name of the gym Mr.
Fruselli belonged to.

Pulse Rate, about half a dozen branches.

Call them, ask them if they have a member

called Anton or someone who drives a car

with that registration number.

And get the index out to all the units.

[suspenseful music]

[keys clicking]

[computer buzzing]

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

Boss, Pulse Rate Gym in Kemp Town

has a member called Anton Coff,

South-African according
to the receptionist.

He also checks out with the vehicle index,

they have a list of all the member's cars

which work with the car park entry fob.

Home address?

Bevern, but it's bogus,

car's registered to Bornholt
International Limited.

The same as the four-by-four

parked outside Reggie
D'Eath's place, wasn't it?

The one from last night?

Boss, uniform got eyes,

he's entered Civil Square car park.

Right, close it down.

Get SOCO and surveillance over there now.

[suspenseful music]

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

Got some good prints Roy,

and he'll never know we were inside.

I'll get the test
results back to you asap.

That's great, thank you Joe.

Okay, let's get this car park opened.

We might have a problem.

Just spoken to John Rye, one of his team,

a civilian called Andy Gilney,
he's an uber tech head,

he's gone missing.

John had asked him to work
on a clone from the laptop

on the server, he said all the clone files

had been deleted and the
laptop from four-by-four,

it's gone.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, shit!

[engine humming]

[door slams]

What part of don't ever come
here do you not understand?

I've been trying to call
you for the past hour.

I was on my way here.

Then why didn't you answer your phone?

Because you told me
never to bring it here.

I think the cops tailed me in town,

I left the car in the car park,

but when I went back it was closed down.

Cops everywhere, bomb
scare they're saying,

but there's nothing on
the internet or the news.

We have an issue, Andy.

One of our associates is in a coma.

He had a laptop with
him, the police have it.

We need it back.

Yeah, I know, I've got it.

And the clone that your friend made.

[Carl] Where?

In a safe place, my insurance.

No one will find it in a thousand years.

Look, I set up your
systems, I managed your IT,

found Bryce for you,
tracked down Reggie D'Eath,

I've done everything you asked and more.

Now I need to get off
the grid and disappear.

I need money.

Of course, no question,
we look after our own.

So, you're going to tell us where it is

and then we're gonna help you disappear.

[suspenseful music]

[Andy groaning]

Anton was printed just over a year ago

after a brawl at the Escape
nightclub in Brighton.

His real name is Hans van der Vjeet.

A former Recce, South
African Special Forces,

no fixed abode.

But I ran an international
search on his full set,

came up with a link to this charmer.

Carl Nash, ex-army, ended up
with intelligence in Bosnia.

Eventually he was court-martialed,

for filming the execution of prisoners

and selling to footage

to the international snuff movie market.

Are you serious?

He's been off the grid for years.

Don't look like Anton's
coming back for his motor.

Left a couple of bodies in the city,

but either he made his tail
or the bomb scare spooked him.

Hey, I know him, Smith.

Nash, Carl Nash.

Smith he calls himself.

He's one of the acid suppliers I spoke to

got a big place out at Port Slade.

We've got a trace on Andy Gilney's phone.

It's headed towards Port Slade.

[rain pouring]

[suspenseful music]

[phone buzzing]

[loud thump]

There's no laptop and that's not all.

Andy left his phone in the car,

if the police are on to him.

I know what it means.

Roman, tell the boys we're
winding up UK operations.

Be ready to kick off in 15.

[Roman] Yes, boss.

We should never have gone for the Bryces.

We didn't have a choice.

Maybe if Bryce had left
it alone, but he didn't.

So fetch them out, okay, two for the road,

and then we're gone.

[suspenseful music]

[Zack breathing heavily]

If, if things don't work out.

Don't say that, they'll find
us. The police will find us.

But if they don't, I
just want you to know,

I love you.

[loud bang]

Oh my God.

It's okay, it is.

-Oh, my God.
-It's okay,

it's all gonna be okay.

[footsteps thumping]

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps thumping]

Right, we're going live.

Please, please don't do this.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

[Officer] Police, put your guns down!

[loud gunfire]

[people yelling]

[suspenseful music]

[Officer] Glen, wait!

[loud gunfire]

[Glen screams]

No!

[loud gunfire]

[Glen groaning]

[Officer] Don't move!

With me!

[suspenseful music]

I'm all right, I'm all right.

Nick, you stay with him.

Officer's down, urgent
medical assistance required.

See to the Bryces.

[suspenseful music]

[Sophie whimpers]

You're all right.

It's all right.

[suspenseful music]

[gun fires]

Don't shoot!

[suspenseful music]

[Carl groaning]

Don't shoot! You shoot me, they shoot you.

Well, maybe that's how I want it.

[breathing heavily]

Death for entertainment?
Is that where we are now?

[Carl chuckles]

You can't see us pass you by.

That's what we've always been!

Blood in the sand. Blood in the sand.

[suspenseful music]

[gun clicks]

Oh, no you don't. You're gonna live.

Do you understand me?

You're gonna live and you're gonna spend

the rest of your days inside.

[Officer] Stand clear, boss.

Don't shoot, he's unarmed.

Understood. Hold your fire.

[Carl groans]

[sirens wailing]

[Roy sighs]

[melancholic music]

The firearms officer, is he?

He's fine, bullet went straight through.

He'll be back playing prop forward

for East Sussex before you know it.

Tell Ari I'm fine, yeah.

I don't want her or the
kids to be worried about me.

Listen, I'll bring her
to the hospital myself.

SOCO found remains,

John Rye's techie from digital forensics,

Andy Gilney in an acid drum.

One of ours was working for them.

Can't wait to tell the chief constable.

We also found a human scull
in the office, female.

And an arm in formaldehyde.

Both boxed up, ready to go to
a customer in the Far East.

Janie Stretton?

She had a tattoo just
above her left wrist,

a butterfly.

Same as was on Nash's bracelet,

which I think belonged to her.

She liked butterflies.

Some sort of trophy?

I think these days they
call them collectables.

We also found the remaining
scarab beetles in the office.

Four missing from the original 50.

And the Bryce's would have made six.

Oh, yeah, they were just getting started.

Any news on E.J.?

She's a fighter, she's holding on.

[Roy sighs]

Well that's something.

[ACC Alison] Mm-hmm.

All this, such horror,
maybe the chief was right.

About Hampshire.

[Alison scoffs]

Alcoholics Anonymous call
that the geographical cure.

I'm not sure it would suit,

you're Brighton all the way through.

Oh, and in case you didn't hear,

the jury came back on
the Hussein case, guilty.

[melancholic music]

[News Anchor] Thundery showers
could occasionally pour.

Irish sea cyclonic, becoming more prone

to severe thunder showers.

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