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(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

BAILEY: We're getting there as fast as we can, okay?

BAILEY: How long till we get there?

RYLE: Six or seven minutes.

BAILEY: Okay, we'll be there

in five, okay? Drive.

(sirens blaring)

KILLER: Listen to me, you think I'm a fucking rapist,

you dumb cunts! You're too slow, yeah?

You're too fucking slow!

(sirens blaring)

(dramatic music)

KILLER: They will not be missed.

They will not speak, because it's too late.

You lazy, corrupt pieces of shit.

(sirens blaring)

(suspenseful music)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(car engine humming)

Open the gate, please.

Open the gate.

He's in the basement, east side.

Cheers. Everyone's in place?

Everyone's right where they're supposed to be.

Thanks, good job.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps)

(engine humming)

(sirens blaring) (radio chatter)

Armed police! Do not move!

(police radio chatter)

(footsteps approaching)

(sinister music)

Savage...

Simon Farmer.

Suicide?

Oh...

Man, he was just left to...

just sit here and bleed out.

(mobile phone rings)

This doesn't make sense.

How long's he been here?

I don't know.

Hello?

Okay, I'm on my way.

-I've gotta go. -What? Where you going?

You've got this.

Yeah, right.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(radio chatter) (tyres on gravel)

(helicopter blades whirring)

I got here as soon as I could.

You're gonna need this.

Ah, another one?

We're looking at multiple now.

Apparently they weren't killed here either,

so there's another crime scene out there.

God help who finds it.

Ryle's there now, actually.

The farmhouse on Brinstone Street.

Another male body there.

Related?

Ah, I'm not sure yet.

Okay, check this out.

(digital camera clicking)

Ooh.

-Yeah, there's quite a lot. -Mmm.

The woman was having some renovations done,

but the builders haven't been in for about a month.

Watch your feet.

Thanks...ugh...

It's a fucking jigsaw puzzle.

Heads and hands, severed...

PENVILLE: What the hell?

Why cut the body into pieces and then leave it here?

-Most people would just... -Most people?

Well, you know what I mean.

If you're going to cut the body up, it's to...

Yeah, to dispose of it, I get it.

I mean, perhaps they were disturbed.

Detective...

There's another body upstairs.

(eerie music)

(footsteps receding)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(police radio comms)

Jesus Christ!

(camera shutter clicks)

Do you have any names?

It's Joanna Farmer.

Mm.

Our other victim was a Farmer.

Husband or son, maybe?

She's aged 84, widow.

Four children, so could be her son.

Not sure about the other two yet, whether they're related.

Brian says she's been here a couple of weeks at least.

The cold weather slowed down the process.

Poor old sod, he reckons she was just left here.

-Who-who found them? -Well, this is the thing.

Parks is running some DNA from some blood he found

on a broken window in the kitchen.

But no-one called it in.

It has to be one of the workers, I think.

This place is fucking humungous, 52 acres.

There's not a house around for miles.

Someone heard a loud smash, called the boys.

Reports of a blue or purple car speeding away from the scene,

but no IDs.

Yeah, do me a favour, call all the local hospitals

and just see if there were any recent admissions.

-Mm-hm. Oh, one more thing... -Yeah?

The vents and the doors, they were all blocked by towels

to stop the smell escaping.

(torch clicks) Hold on, look at this.

What killer's got the time to have a cheeky cuppa?

(eerie music)

If they are related,

that's a whole family,

wiped out, just like that.

I lost my family.

My mum and my dad.

Must have been awful.

Yeah.

It still is.

We just found these in the bedroom.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(dark music)

(police radio chatter, beeps)

FAWCETT: Removal of the eyes,

then decapitation.

Dismembering of the bodies,

nothing taken...

He killed the two brothers and he brought the two heads

for him to see.

RYLE: What kind of guy kills elderly people?

She's my gran's age, for God's sake.

But did he know 'em?

FAWCETT: Showing the heads to the eldest brother,

their leader, their protector,

suggests an obsession with something seen.

(dramatic music)

FAWCETT: The farmhouse has been abandoned for years.

He led you to that first crime scene.

I'm sure you're aware that there's been an incident

in the main house. I just wondered

if you heard anything unusual in the last couple of weeks?

We may have the lead on his car.

A blue Mazda.

REPORTER: Tonight we're asking, how safe do you feel?

CALLER: I'm terrified. We've had six months

of fake news and fake progress from the police.

RYLE: She's my gran's age, for God's sake.

(knocking)

Hello, it's the police.

Can you open up, please?

(suspenseful music)

RYLE: But did he know 'em?

BAILEY: What about the foreman?

RYLE: We've interviewed him already.

BAILEY: There's always something more.

RYLE: But...there's nothing.

It wasn't one of the builders.

BAILEY: Do it again. Someone who had access.

Talk to the staff again.

RYLE: There's nothing.

BAILEY: Just interview them again.

BAILEY: Interview them again.

And again!

I've just found a defaced photo of Patricia Farmer.

(camera shutter clicking)

BAILEY: Patricia Farmer knows more than she's saying.

PENVILLE: The old lady?

BAILEY: Mmm.

PENVILLE: You think the photo is relevant?

(tyres on gravel)

BAILEY: Look Patricia, this is really important.

Could you think of any reason

why someone would want to hurt her?

No. Mum keeps herself to herself.

I don't know...she's...

(sighs)

She was in the navy.

She survived a bloody world war!

How could this happen?

I don't get it.

She doesn't go out.

Oh...

I told her to sell that bloody place

and downsize, but she wouldn't have it.

(gasping)

When was the last time you saw or spoke with her?

I haven't spoken to her for a few weeks now.

PENVILLE: Why is she the only survivor?

Could it be gang related?

-Unlikely. -Revenge?

All the victims are related, so clearly a gripe with the family.

So what exactly are we dealing with, then?

Hate.

(ominous music)

We had a quarrel.

A quarrel?

A falling out, really.

May I ask why?

She's so bloody...

How could this happen?

I...I don't get it.

(sighs) I...

I'm really sorry.

A quarrel?

(chuckles) It was silly, really.

I forgot to put her numbers on.

And...

(sighs)

Can you tell me if you know or you have any ideas

why they left you alive?

(ominous music)

What about your brothers? When was the last time

you spoke to them?

Dave and Bill?

We haven't spoken for years.

We stopped talking when Dad died.

And Oliver...

He's...

your stepson?

(sighs)

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm

your defence if you do not mention now

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Of course.

He's...

He''s what?

He's...

well, he got in with the wrong crowd,

and tried to blackmail us with awful lies.

So you know the deceased,

Mrs Farmer?

You know,

drugs, drink...

We all kind of distanced ourselves from him.

You were witnessed running away from the main house.

We found your blood on the kitchen window.

No comment.

Listen, you can take a chance,

because it's the difference between

smashing the window, criminal damage.

Or murder.

PENVILLE: Do you believe him?

Which part?

Well, any of it.

Youse lot are taking the piss.

She's been trying to stitch me up for years!

-She's fucking evil! -We know he was there.

What you talking about?

I never went inside.

His blood is on the window.

(chair creaks)

What were you doing there, Oliver?

And no motive...

Youse lot are taking the fucking piss, man!

He thought that Farmer was gonna be away

due to the house being renovated.

He was gonna go and do the place.

So this is the thing, right?

Criminal damage...or murder.

You can't fucking do that!

I never went inside!

BAILEY: Patricia Farmer told us

workers saw you going in the yard.

Yeah, I think he's telling the truth.

I didn't go in the yard.

What you talking about?

He got put off by the smell.

May I just ask you one more question, if I may?

I found these at your mother's house.

Oliver told us you could explain these.

Do you recognise anyone?

(gasping)

(suspenseful music)

He thinks he's untouchable.

He knows his way around the system.

He knows what he's doing.

Until you have something more concrete, do nothing.

-Bullshit! Why can't we just... -Excuse me?

Why can't we just pull him in for questioning

at the very least?

If you spook him, he may disappear.

We know who he is. We know where to find him.

Fawcett's right.

PENVILLE: We can't do anything?

We need more.

Yeah. This wasn't a crazy, frenzied attack.

This wasn't a robbery or a random act.

This was well thought-out, calculated.

He had clear and deliberate motives,

and I'm scared that he enjoyed it.

(paper rustling)

-Hey... -Hey.

You'll turn into a file if you don't go home.

(laughing) Get some rest, girl.

I'm heading out soon, just finishing off now.

Okay. I've emailed you some more bits.

Any issues, you know where to find me.

Okay, thank you.

You're welcome.

In fact, there's one thing.

Sure.

Do you think he could kill again?

Or has he already killed and perhaps

there's another body waiting to be found?

-Yeah. -He hasn't killed again

until we find another body.

-I'll see you tomorrow, okay? -Yep.

Oh actually, no. I'll see you on Wednesday.

Get some rest.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(footsteps)

(muttering)

(gentle music)

(sighs)

Mm...I know that sound.

Yeah.

-You know what it's called. -Uh-huh.

Overworked and underpaid.

(giggling)

-Babe... -Mm...

Do you know, I want to just... (telephone rings)

Mmm... (sighs)

Really? (telephone rings)

I'm sorry. (telephone rings)

-Don't answer it. -No, no, no! No, don't!

-Babes, come on, please... -You don't have to get it...

-No. -Please could...thank you.

(telephone rings) Okay.

-Ryle? - Hi, ma'am.

Are you still awake? Can you talk?

-Yeah. -You remember the Farmer case?

-Yeah. -You wanted to know any changes

as soon as they happened. -Yeah.

Well, I'll be outside with a coffee.

-Are you downstairs? -Farmer's been abducted.

(ominous music)

Okay, I'll be down there in ten.

(phone beeps)

-I''m sorry. -Okay.

(sheets rustling)

You know, you're lucky you've got

such an understanding girlfriend.

(sinister music) (distant sirens)

(match struck)

(door creaks open)

Where the fuck are you?

They'll come after you.

-I know. -And anyone who knows.

-I know! -It's a fucking priest, man!

No, you listen!

GLEN: If we're gonna do this,

then we're going to do it tonight, alright?

(sighs) Alright.

(dramatic music)

Oi!

Police, stop!

Oi!

(door creaks, slams)

(door bangs)

You alright?

-Well, you look like shit. -Thanks!

That does wonders for a girl's confidence, doesn't it?

I've got my face in my bag, I'll have you know, you cheeky sod!

Someone snatched the old lady?

Yeah, they dragged her to a church.

-Strong, one sugar, right? -Yeah, thanks.

Seventeen hours, Ryle.

She lied to us for seventeen hours of interviews.

Why do we do this again, Ryle? (Ryle sighs)

It's what we signed up for.

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps)

(sirens blaring)

POLICE RADIO: Straight over, straight over...

(engines rumbling)

This is it.

All this for one guy, yeah?

Yeah. Well, it depends what we're dealing with.

-Are you ready to roll? -Yeah.

Okay, 4288 receiving, 4288?

Everyone's in position. Can you call it, over?

Morning, detectives.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(bench creaking)

(footsteps pacing)

Do you really think he's a grass?

Look, I'm not doing this now. I told you already.

There's a lot of fucking cops here, man!

-Yes, I know! -And I'm on fucking parole.

I'll give you back the money.

Look...

It's too late. You should have thought about that.

Alright, but I'm gone at midnight.

(distant sirens)

(footsteps)

(under breath) Oh, fuck...

(footsteps pacing)

(distant sirens)

(pocket rustling)

(knife clicks)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(door creaks open)

(footsteps approaching)

If you've come in to hurt me, son, then please, please...

Get up.

(chair sliding)

Is there a back door or something?

Are you okay, son? You, er...

well it sounds very busy outside.

Convo is the last thing on my mind right now.

(clock ticking)

So, we've got a team here on the right sector,

a team on the left, I've got a team here as well.

We could come in from this sector,

or come in from the left sector...

Well, there's only three ways out of here, I'm afraid.

Two of them are covered by the police,

and the third, well...

that's carried by six in a wooden box.

Are you at peace with yourself, son?

That's the only true way out.

In case you ain't noticed, half of South London's

old bill's out there, and they're about to burst

through the doors any minute!

I ain't got time for a convo!

Talking's the one thing you have got time for, especially now.

(clock ticking)

(footsteps receding)

(distant sirens) (police radio chatter)

Jesus Christ.

(distant sirens blaring)

We've got him.

Tell me that when he's in handcuffs.

What's the broad strokes?

We've got exits covered, bird in the sky,

and tactical on standby.

-I'm thinking we... -Any civvies inside?

Tried making contact.

Er, no-one's been in and no-one's left since we arrived.

We've just contained the perimeter. Johnson.

A few hours ago we got a call followed by a text,

I'd say 2 a.m... Reads...

"Please come quick, he's gonna hurt me."

We traced the call to a Patricia Farmer of 27 Beechmead Close.

(footsteps)

Okay, so talk.

What do you wanna talk about?

How about why you're here this time of night?

(scoffs)

Now, let's...let's start with your hands.

What happened?

(sighs) Erm...

Nothing.

I just cut it on some glass.

It's okay, you don't have to explain if you don't want to.

It just looks, um, a bit nasty. You should get it seen to.

It looks deep. Here, here.

Thanks.

FATHER: Are you religious? Do you...

Do you believe in God?

God?

Is there something up there?

Yeah.

Whether it's God or not, I dunno.

(scoffs) It could be ET, it could be Paul.

And you wear that around your neck?

(distant sirens)

Alright, take it easy. I didn't say I didn't believe, did I?

What do you think this is? Do you think

this is some sort of...what? -I'm just asking questions,

that's all. I'm trying to understand you.

Well, you don't need to understand me!

I ain't come here for a fucking confession, have I?

(helicopter whirring)

You can hear exactly what's going on out there.

And it is about to get a whole lot worse

because they're about to come in here.

What will you do?

Where will you go?

(helicopter blades whirring)

How the fuck do I know?

Oh, fuck this...

(footsteps receding)

(suspenseful music)

Units dispatched attended the house, but it was empty.

Another crime scene, forced entry,

some blood trace here and there. According to the file,

some of the DNA found there is an exact match

for the DNA found at your Eaton Estate address.

-Harper's? -Well, it's a definite match.

Also, ANPR picked up his blue Mazda

speeding away from his house prior to us getting the call.

Led us here. Haven't been able to locate the vehicle as yet.

-Great. -One last thing.

We checked Farmer's mobile GPS and it led us here too.

Either he's got her in there or he stole her phone.

-Yeah, we've got him. -Hmm.

No getting away from this. (chuckles)

Cimone Fawcett? Any sight of her yet?

Er, not that I know of. I'll let you know when she arrives.

(suspenseful music)

(clock ticking)

(door creaks open)

(clock ticking)

(door creaking open)

(footsteps shuffling)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(door creaks, slams shut)

Shit.

Anna?

Anna?

Anna?

-Anna? -Hello, Daddy.

What are you doing? I thought I told you not to move.

So, we were just talking, um... She was telling me that your...

For fuck's sake. You like to talk, innit?

Daddy, you said a naughty word!

Look, I asked you not to move.

We're gonna go soon, okay?

Anna says that you're leaving, you've done something bad.

Sometimes...

people...do bad things.

(distant helicopter whirring)

Sometimes it's just a...

FATHER: Choice.

It's choice.

Choices.

We all do things we regret.

But God will forgive us.

(distant helicopter whirring)

Hey...

I need you to go back over there

and listen to your music with CoCoa, okay?

I'm going to talk to the nice priest, and then we can go.

Is that okay?

Can we get something to eat?

Course we can.

Pizza!

Just...just run along.

I'll be over in a minute, okay?

Go on.

(bench creaks)

Children are such a joy.

You had no right, saying stuff to her.

Well, she spoke to me.

I mean, I couldn't just ignore her, pretend she was invisible.

I had a child once,

a few years older than her.

-Had? -Yeah, he-he passed away.

Some...some years ago.

Er...

(bench creaks)

I didn't know I was a dad until a few years ago.

Let's just say I wasn't always a priest.

(chuckles)

So the Father didn't know he was a father?

Yeah, something like that, yeah.

How's-how's your hand?

Yeah, it's alright.

Good.

Look, let's walk.

Walking helps me think.

Look, the only thing I'm thinking about right now is...

Freedom.

We all want to be free from something, son.

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

FATHER: I mean, you want to escape, want to run away.

But look at them out there.

I mean, are we ever truly free? Free from thought,

free from people, free from responsibility?

See, they need people like you so they can keep their jobs

and pay their mortgages, feed their families.

People like me?

No criminals, no need for police or justice.

(rain falling on roof)

Yeah, her mobile GPS tracks her here at the church.

She's probably got her ringer off.

PENVILLE: We're looking around and nothing on the old lady.

Yeah. How much longer do you have down there?

We're all hands on over here.

I don't know. We found something weird.

-It looks like a target list. -Mm-hm.

I recognise some of the names going back a few years,

some dead, some missing.

He may have gang connections we don't know about.

(ominous music)

We've all committed a crime at some point in our lives,

all of us,

and some worse than others.

Let him without sin cast the first stone.

(rain falling on roof)

(rain falling)

PENVILLE: Some of these names I know

because they're informants.

There's a sex offender, some others that don't fit.

-Older names, ex-cons. -Okay.

I'll get this down to forensics.

Yeah, bye.

(rain falling)

(police radio chatter) (helicopter whirring)

Yeah, go ahead. One second, one second.

Hey, you can't come through here!

-I've got to get in there! -No, you don't!

This is a crime scene, you need to walk round the other way!

-I've got to get in there! -This is a crime scene!

You can't come through here, okay?

-I've gotta get in, please! -Why do you need to go in there?

-He's in there! -Who's in there?

So, er, tell me, what do you do?

What do you mean, what do I do?

Well, do you work or do you have a job?

You're for real right now? I mean,

you want to have a full-blown conversation?

Well, do you have any better ideas?

No, but I don't feel like doing

'This Is Your Life', that's all.

Listen, those few minutes you spoke of earlier

just turned into a couple of hours.

And I don't think they're going to come bursting in here

all the time they think you have hostages.

(suspenseful music)

Hostages?

Why are you even helping me?

You don't even know what I've done.

Matthew 7.

"Do not judge, or you too will be judged,

for in the same way you judge others, you will be judged,

and with the measure you use, be measured to you."

Do you mind if we pop back to the office?

I just need to finish writing something.

-Let's get in there. -No, I need Fawcett.

Now he's got a hostage in there, and no-one,

no-one dies on my watch. Now, I've got to know

what we're dealing with before we go in there, okay?

I want everyone out alive and that includes Harper.

I'll get tactical in position now.

(radio beeps)

(Anna humming)

Baby?

Stop...

-But I... -I said to you, no phones.

-You can't, okay? -But I just want to say

goodnight to Mummy.

I always say goodnight to Mummy.

I'll be right back, I promise.

But don't...

you mustn't move, okay?

(distant helicopter whirring)

Are you in trouble, Daddy?

Have you been naughty?

You just need to get some rest, okay?

We've got a long way to go.

(clock ticking)

(distant helicopter whirring)

GLEN: Anna?

Hello, son.

Only three ways out of here.

-Not now, priest. -I'm just saying, in life

sometimes we make choices that we shouldn't...

that we shouldn't... -Not now, priest!

I'm just pointing out to you...

Just shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up, for Christ's sake!

I don't want to fucking hear it!

Look! (sobbing)

She sent me a text, and then I tried to call her back,

but her phone was off!

So I done locations, and look...

he's got her! He's in there!

(distant helicopter whirring)

-We're here. Hurry up! -The car's on Talbot Street.

Call me when...

Shit!

(helicopter blades whirring)

(sinister music)

(under breath) Fuck!

(hurried footsteps)

I told you lot about him ages ago!

He'd get drunk and he gets off his nut.

And now look, he's gonna take my baby girl away!

So, why do they call

priests "fathers"?

Er, I think it has its origins in the monastic world

of the medieval period.

The head of the monastery was the abbot,

meaning "father of the community", so er,

I guess it comes from there.

So, how long you been a father?

Sorry, I mean...

a priest?

Er, do you know, I don't actually know,

but long enough. (chuckles)

So, how long, then?

(clock ticking)

Er, well, a good few years.

I was with the force before that.

I was 29 years with the Met.

Twenty-nine?

So you had a life before?

So what happened?

I mean, that's a bit of a career change, innit?

(sinister music)

I saw a lot of things in my time, but, um,

I was working this one case, a young boy who was...

well, he was being abused by multiple members of his family.

Ben?

(rain pouring)

(police radio chatter)

Okay, so we have another issue.

We have a young girl in there, aged five, and her name is Anna.

We need to make contact, we need to get her out first

because I don't want this going left,

and I don't want the press knowing about this,

and I don't want a media frenzy.

I'm on it. Pam's here, she's our negotiator

and probably best to try and make contact.

I'll speak to him.

I really think that we...

Okay.

(rain pouring)

Over at twelve, proceed to make contact.

Some of the letters we found were, well,

truly heart-breaking.

(dark music)

It came down to the mother who covered it up.

She just couldn't bring herself to believe it.

GLEN: Shit.

That...that's fucked.

(clock ticking)

I mean, words fail me too sometimes.

Have a seat.

FATHER: He wrote lots of letters, um,

I remember them to this day.

They were addressed to his father who abandoned him,

who he never met.

So, I think we worked on that case for about four years,

and social services were involved,

er, but there was never any real, hard evidence.

which, you know,

which made it worse really, because, you know, knowing

but being unable to do anything about it.

(sinister music) (clock ticking)

And then one morning we had a callout to the house.

My partner Aaron, um, yeah,

Aaron Eaton, we got the call.

We found a stash of letters in his bedroom.

I-I think his mother hadn't had time to hide them

and I remember the last one exactly.

"I don't want to do this anymore.

I wish I could go to sleep and never, never wake up.

I hate them, all of them.

I think it must be nicer not to be here."

I-I couldn't talk about it, I had no words. I was just numb.

I couldn''t get it out of my head,

for a child to take his own life.

(sinister music)

It was like he was reaching out for help, and nobody, well...

they ignored him.

That poor kid really suffered.

I would kill anyone who touched my baby girl.

Anyone.

With all due respect, we've been trying to get this Fawcett

for the last few hours and no joy. Let's get in there.

Are we 100% sure that Harper's in there?

Because we don't want to mess this up.

Well, unless someone's got his mobile, yes.

He's definitely in there.

Er, Fawcett?

We've been trying to get her on the phone, but no joy.

Okay, so how about Farmer? Has she shown up yet?

No, ma'am.

Okay, stay on it.

(under breath) Take this for me?

Thanks.

(dark music)

So, that day really changed my life, to be honest with you.

Um, reading his letters and seeing his pictures.

And after that, I-I left the force, um...

Yeah, and it really messed with my head, to be honest.

I mean, I turned to drink, and um,

well, all sorts of...all sorts.

The things I'd seen haunted me.

A year or two later, I found out I had a son

of my own.

So I tracked down the mother,

as you do, and um, yeah...

Unfortunately by then he'd passed away

so I never actually got to meet him.

I'm sorry.

Is-is that when you found God?

I think it's safer to say that God found me.

FATHER: There was this one other thing that happened.

GLEN: Another case?

FATHER: Yeah.

FATHER: I knew that bureaucracy would let him walk free.

GLEN: What did he do?

(sinister music)

FATHER: Deus vult. Retribution.

If he believed, maybe he thought it was God's work,

of the kind you see in those medieval paintings

out there in the church.

I mean, I tried counselling, other things.

Only God gave me direction again.

And he''s continued to kill,

to punish freely.

Perhaps it is God's will.

Something tells me we're gonna be in for a long night.

Mm, it seems so.

FATHER: The police out there...

We may need to have some more coffee.

-FATHER: They know. -Right you are, Ma'am.

And they let it happen,

and they should have done something to stop it.

Did they catch 'em?

The people that done that to the kid?

Did they catch 'em?

Er, yes.

FATHER: Yes.

Good.

Hope they fucking rot.

(sirens blaring) (police chatter)

Nothing's come back yet, but they're going to call me

as soon as. -No problem. Thanks for coming.

I'm so sorry I missed all the calls, I was caught up.

Never mind, I'm here now. Where are we at?

Right, well, I was hoping that you would tell me that.

Right, we think he's got Farmer in there

along with at least one other hostage

and I want them all out alive, including him.

Hostages?

Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?

Well, it just doesn't fit his MO.

Okay, explain?

Hostages are for self-preservation.

He'd hold them as a pledge until his demands were met to escape.

People are targets or tools. He's up to something.

Has he made any requests?

Well no, I haven't spoken to him yet.

I wanted to speak to you first.

(suspenseful music)

Can I ask you a question, Father?

Yes, of course...and please, call me Brian.

Do you think God forgives those who kill?

Why do you ask me...?

I mean, he's meant to be all-merciful and...

forgiving, right?

In the Bible, it says,

"Thou shall not kill."

So you do read the Bible.

Nah...(laughs)

I mean, I know the Ten Commandments.

Well, some of 'em.

The Father forgives all sin

except blasphemy against the spirit.

Why do you ask?

FAWCETT: There was purpose behind his actions

in the way he killed his victims,

hence why he sat and watched, drinking tea.

-Mmm. -If he's got Patricia in there,

there must also be a purpose.

You see, I remember, when I was younger in school,

they used to make us do these, um,

confessional thingymajigs.

And you would talk to a priest,

tell him all your sins.

You know what I mean, right?

Yes, I think so, yes.

You see, they always made it very clear

that whatever we told 'em

would never leave the room

and no-one else would hear of it.

So, if someone was to commit a crime, let's say,

a murder or something...

Would you...

would you grass?

(clock ticking)

Would you grass?

Grass?

Yeah, you know what I mean. Talk to the police.

Yeah, I know what grass means, I've just never been

asked it before, that's all.

I mean, do you mean me, or priests in general?

Both.

(helicopter whirring)

(clock ticking)

Well, your secret would be protected by the Catholic law,

or at least it should be.

It would probably depend on the priest in question.

But would you say something?

Would you say something?

I'd say make peace with yourself, son.

That's the important thing.

The rest is up to Him up there.

(clock ticking)

So, what do we do now? (rain pouring)

Our job.

We need to speak to Burns.

(radio chatter)

BAILEY: I don't think he's done killing.

FATHER: So, what will you do?

What do you mean?

Well, you can't run forever, son.

I learnt that a long time ago.

I dunno, but I don't want to go back to prison. Well, I can't.

Back to prison?

Yeah.

You see, I've always wondered why people go back to prison,

you know, in and out,

as if one visit isn't enough.

Yeah.

I've been in and out since I was a kid, all types of shit.

I'm not proud of it, but I mean, shit happens, doesn't it?

But...

I'm not going back.

I said I'd do something tonight.

And I'm going to.

No matter what.

(clock ticking)

Hm.

(shoes clunking on floor)

Are you okay, baby?

-I'm cold. -Okay.

It's not the warmest place to be, is it?

(Father chuckles)

(jacket rustling)

Come here, okay?

That's it.

Good girl.

Yes.

Can we go now, Daddy?

We're going to go soon, okay?

But we've been here for a long time now.

I said, we're gonna go soon, alright?

(rain pouring)

BAILEY: So what, you think we're good?

PENVILLE: I think there's more than enough evidence.

-Mm-hm. -No lawyer could ever

get him off. -Great.

We just need to confirm with the DNA.

Yeah, get it over to the lab as soon as possible

and let me know.

I'll be there soon.

Yeah, okay. See you shortly.

Yeah, bye.

-Good news? -I'm not sure yet.

Penville thinks he's found something.

He's running some DNA from the house.

(dark music)

(police radio chatter)

(clock ticking)

Why this fuss?

Why are you running?

Why are you leaving?

Listen, I'm a priest, and I was a policeman.

I've heard every confession there is to hear.

I believe God brought you to me for a reason.

You spoke earlier about why you left the force

and the case that made you leave.

Well, that was my...

that was my life, kind of.

Well, not the abuse, but...

I was in and out of foster care.

Different families,

and then the care homes turned into prison cells,

and that was that.

(clock ticking)

What happened to your parents?

If you can call 'em that.

Er...my dad, I never met him.

Got my mum pregnant, and then she died of an overdose

when I was about six or seven.

I believe that children are a blessing from the Almighty.

No child should be without their parent.

The world's a hard place as it is

without having to navigate through it alone.

Yeah, it was kind of tough, I'm not gonna lie.

But then I had a child of my own,

my angel. (sighs)

-I love that girl. -Just the one?

Yeah, Anna.

I just, I wanted to make sure I could give her all the things

I never had.

Hm.

But now I've messed up,

and I've gotta go.

It can't be that bad, surely?

Murder.

Yeah.

And I got in way too deep.

See, I was never academic, I was just...

good at robberies, or hurting people.

I just wanted to belong. Does that make sense?

Yes-yes, of course it does, yes.

We all wish to belong, son, somewhere.

Anyway, I got involved, er, with...

Mm, I won't tell you,

'cause you're an ex-police officer!

Listen, if you were talking about Ronnie and Reg,

or the Richardsons, I might remember, but, er,

anyone else is way after my time, I'm sure.

Well anyway, I needed the money.

So, I ended up doing, er,

a few bits and bobs for 'em.

And they sent me on a move.

They said I was the driver.

(dramatic music) A driver, they said.

But I was theirs.

They owned me.

They said it was just a robbery,

they didn't say anything about...

(sinister music)

Then they told me I had to do it again.

Do you know how it feels to be owned, Father?

Controlled, like a puppet?

They kept reminding me just how much

I love my little girl, like I didn't know already.

They had so much money and power, and knew everyone.

So you, um...

I done something about it.

I had to.

It's my little girl.

Hello? It's Detective Bailey here

from the Metropolitan Police. Can you hear me?

(suspenseful music)

BAILEY: The place is completely surrounded.

I'm sure that you've looked outside.

I just want to talk, okay?

(footsteps)

Hello?

Please answer your phone as it rings.

It's Detective Bailey.

(cautious footsteps)

(telephone ringing)

Go ahead, son.

Answer it.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Glen?

(rain pouring)

It's Detective Bailey.

How you doing? It's been a long night, right?

We both know what you want, so let's cut all the nice shit.

It's all fucking lies!

Look, we can talk about that later.

It'll be best if you and Anna leave right now.

What, so you can bang me up?

Nah, I think I'll sit this one out, love.

See how it pans out.

(rain falling)

Look...

here's the thing.

You're in a lot of danger right now.

No-one needs to get hurt.

I'm not coming out!

(rain falling)

Glen...

we need you out safe and sound, and I'm sure...

(footsteps approaching)

Come here, baby. Come here.

(gentle music)

(police radio beeps)

Okay, I love you.

Okay?

Daddy?

It's gonna be okay, baby.

(telephone ringing)

I don't want you to go.

It's gonna be okay.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Glen, I'm gonna need you to do something for me, okay?

We're gonna need you to send Anna out now.

Send her out now.

Can you do that for me?

Glen, look, I believe you, but that's not up to me.

There's pressure to send in the firearm team,

and you need a way out, you need a lawyer,

and I can get you those things.

I have everything I need right here.

Glen, this is bigger than you.

Think about Anna. (gentle music)

You don''t need to put her at risk.

Remember this, when you're at the crossroads in life,

ask for the old ways.

Stand in the old ways, and ask for the old paths,

wherein is the good way,

and walk therein.

Now, you're at the junction now, right?

Not sure what to do.

There's no junction here, mate.

I know exactly what I need to do.

Let me grab Pam. This is her department.

(rain falling)

Alright.

(police radio chatter)

Listen, it'll be fine.

You go outside and I promise you,

I will come and find you, okay?

Mum...Mummy's gonna be there. She...She'll take care of you.

But I wanna stay with you.

I know, I know.

I need you to do Daddy a favour.

Do that for me.

She'll be waiting for you.

Now Mummy...Mummy loves you too.

She just, she gets angry sometimes,

but she's gonna take care of you.

I'm scared they're gonna take you away again.

It's...

It's gonna be alright.

I could take, um, Anna to the door,

make sure she's safe?

Come on, then. You come with me.

Let's go and find Mummy.

Come on then, there you go.

This way, there's a good girl. There's a good girl.

Come on.

(gentle music)

(door creaks open)

MUM: Anna!

Oh, baby, are you okay? Anna...

(sobbing)

(police radio beeps)

(ominous music)

(door slams shut)

(sinister music)

FATHER: We repent our sins, and we will receive in Heaven

according to our works on Earth.

We follow the path that we must, compelled by your signs.

And bring us together for your own reasons,

to kill, to live,

to die and to love.

In your infinite wisdom, we accept

that these are your choices and not ours.

Even when we cannot understand why we act,

we trust that the angels will separate the evil

from the righteous, and we find peace within ourselves.

I pray to be an armour of faith and a shield of goodwill.

Amen.

All debts will be paid,

and the angels will separate the evil from the righteous.

You're pretty cool for a priest,

or a copper.

(laughs) I try my best.

Er, do you smoke?

Erm, do you have any cigarettes?

Smoke, you smoke?

And why would that be so difficult to comprehend?

I dunno, just...

(chuckles) I'm a priest, not an angel.

We have sex, too. I'm joking!

(laughter) I'm joking!

I don't smoke. Well, not anymore, anyway.

I-I gave up a few years ago.

Well, as should I, it's a disgusting habit really.

Yeah, I agree.

(ominous music)

(telephone ringing)

You might want to answer that.

Hello?

(clock ticking)

They want to talk to you.

(clock ticking)

Um, hello?

Yes, I'm fine.

No, I told you, I'm fine.

I can assure you, Detective, there's nobody else in here.

No, no, she's gone. She's definitely not here.

What are they saying?

What are they saying?

Give me the phone, give me the phone, give me the phone.

Hello?

I told you already, it's just me and the priest!

(sinister music)

He's lying. Where's Farmer?

He's got no reason to lie.

If she's a hostage he'd want us to know,

otherwise he's got no negotiation power.

(rain falling)

Why is he so calm?

He knows this is the end and he's completely surrounded.

We're dealing with a very different individual, Bailey.

Most people can't keep a secret for a day,

but being around so many criminals,

being involved in the judicial system can harden your soul,

and a sociopath tired of running is a very dangerous prospect.

Ma'am, you need to see this.

(sinister music)

(footsteps)

Can we get it opened up?

Yeah. Penville, can you sort that out, please?

(dramatic music)

Jesus...

Shit!

She could have prevented this,

but she chose to keep him from me.

She did this to him.

She did this to us.

She will be the last to suffer,

knowing they all died because of her.

She was the mother to Harper's son.

FATHER: All debts will be paid,

and the angels will separate the evil from the righteous.

Don't live here, do you?

No, I live over...

do you know the area?

Yeah, I'm off Prescott.

Ah, well, I'm the other side, I'm by Willingborough.

(clock ticking)

Are you here for the night?

No, no, no...I'm, um...

I'm leaving soon.

Do you mind if we pray, Father?

Uh...yes, of course.

You-you don't need to do that.

(Father chuckles)

Lord Father, all powerful,

I thank you, for even though I am a sinner,

you have blessed me with the body and blood

of your precious son, our Lord Jesus Christ.

We repent our sins, and will receive in Heaven,

according to our works on Earth.

We follow the path that we must, compelled by your signs,

to bring us together for your own reasons,

to kill, to live, to die, to love.

In your infinite wisdom, we accept

that these are your choices, not ours.

Even although we do not understand why we act,

we trust that the angels will separate the evil

from the righteous, and we find peace within ourselves.

I pray to be an armour of faith, and a shield of goodwill.

Amen.

Amen.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

(ominous music)

What is it you're writing?

It's a letter.

To my son.

I'm meeting him tonight.

I thought your son was...

you-you said he was dead?

All debts will be paid, and the angels will separate

the evil from the righteous.

(sinister music)

(gunshot) Shit!

-Was that a gunshot? -Shit, go, go!

-Get in there, get in there! -Strike, strike, strike,

strike, strike!

(dramatic music)

(footsteps marching)

Armed police!

Hands on your head now, do it! On the fucking floor now!

-Get down! Do it! -I didn't do it!

On the floor, now! Get your head down!

-Just listen to me! -On the floor!

-Shit... -Hold on, hold on, hold on...

GLEN: Just listen to me! It wasn't me!

I swear, it wasn't me!

-Did he say anything before? -I just don't understand, he...

he gave me this.

(suspenseful music)

Son, I'm sorry that you...

Mercy, have mercy on me.

He didn't finish it.

He definitely finished writing it.

We're just missing something.

He said...

the only true way out

was to make peace with yourself.

(sighs)

I don't know any theology,

but I doubt there's any peace where he's going.

Are you not here for me?

I've got a few officers outside

that want to have a chat with you.

Ryle, can you take him out please

and make sure he's okay? Go on.

Come on.

(sighs)

He wanted them to see the pain that he had caused.

(sombre music)

-What? -Father.

He wanted them to see the pain that he had endured

all those years.

I kind of almost feel sorry for him, you know?

Yeah, almost.

Murder's murder though, right?

You alright?

FATHER: The Father forgives all sin

except blasphemy against the spirit.

We trust that the angels will separate the evil

from the righteous.

You wasn''t praying for me.

You was...

praying for yourself.

RYLE: What?

Come on.

(poignant music)