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No, I need you to go to Arlo Jones' room right now and tell me, is he there? Is

he alive?

Dr. Lawrence, he's here.

He's in his cell.

My father died on the day of our last session.

The day you said you'd been speaking with God and God told you I was a fake.

You asked God to punish me and God said he would.

He'd do that just for you.

I want someone more earthly.

My father died from a gunshot wound to the head in his office.

And now I discover you were a patient of his. You knew where he worked.

Did you have my father murdered, you twisted fuck?

God works in mysterious ways.

How did you know?

You visited my father before you were arrested.

You told him vengeance is mine.

How could you possibly know that?

Well, perhaps you're not the only one who speaks to God.

I've visited your father, yes.

He even managed to draw a little blood before the police interrupted me.

He was a weak man.

I betrayed my trust.

I told him about my urges and he told the police, so am I sad he's dead?

No.

But if you think I can arrange murder from inside here... By urges,

you mean the ones that led you to violently rape and murder four women?

Your daddy didn't understand me either.

Like father, like son.

You don't think I understand you?

Oh.

Oh, I understand you.

Imogen Carswood.

Nocturne.

She was in a relationship with my father. I didn't kill her. I

told you that before. Told everybody. I didn't.

Kill her. But of course you didn't. Listen. Your DNA was all over the crime

scene. I was framed.

Oh, yeah, right. Sure.

You know as well as I do, Doctor, Imogen wasn't raped.

And seeing as you know me so well, you'll have to admit that's a bit of a

in my so -called pattern.

They couldn't prove my crimes, so they found a way to put me in prison.

The husband lied on the stand.

And she knew it.

You didn't.

When the guilty verdict came in, I looked over at the lead detective, and

know what I saw?

She was smiling.

Another smile of a job well done. The smile of someone who got away with it.

I've been tailing you.

I didn't track you.

And I still don't.

Margot McIntyre.

I had a look at the wounds, and I'm glad you asked me.

They're pretty special.

Definitely a collector's item.

Rare, that type of weapon.

You ever seen it before?

At first I thought, no. But then I remembered a case involving a

nasty London gang.

Carved up this rival like it was a Halloween pumpkin.

I have to rack my brains to remember when it was, though.

It's just a guess, Mark, but it's probably when you were in London.

Correct.

2016.

That's your weapon.

Quite the bad boy, eh?

Jesus.

The knife that killed Margot looks like this one.

They're illegally imported from Brazil.

Decent market for them on the dark web. It's called a Dragon Apex.

Shipment of 400 was seized six months ago off the back of a chicken lorry.

This one came from the evidence locker.

This is good work, Seth.

Don't you think it's odd that a man dies by suicide and then his assistant gets

murdered so soon after?

Yes, I do.

Do you have a theory?

I know... I know with Dr L that it was suicide, but I just...

I just think we need to take another look at that gunshot residue report.

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Do your dad daddy's office look at all fine?

How could a girl resist such an enticing second date?

I was going to call my sister, but...

I need your objectivity.

Wow, it gets better and better. Sorry.

Sorry, I... I bought cakes.

Oh, now you're talking.

So, here, what is it exactly we're looking for in his face?

Anything out of the ordinary in Detective Brown's investigations into my

father's clients.

Arlo Jones is a vicious killer.

Imogen Carswood was one in a string of his victims.

I'd have been having those thoughts.

You told me it was the right thing to do. You were the one who encouraged me

go to the police.

I didn't do it. I never killed Harry. I didn't.

Sorry, Harry?

Who's Harry?

Harry Nash.

lied. She knew Harry. She worked the case.

The Harry Nash murder.

She told me she'd never heard of the victim. And the man convicted always

claimed he didn't. Hold on.

Laz? Alfie, hi.

Quick question.

The Father Frank suicide video. Can you remember who it was given to? Which

officer?

Yeah, it was DCI Brown.

Am I going insane or is that really suspicious?

Why would she try to conceal it?

And how many more are there?

Police.

We've had reports of some strange psychic activity on the property.

Do you mind if I come in and take a look around?

Get in.

What, um... What are you doing here, anyway?

I've got a client here, 15 minutes.

Nothing. Just wanted to see you.

Hmm. Hmm.

Wanted to see you, too.

15 minutes, you said.

Hmm.

Ah, it's your brother.

What does he want?

Just ignore him.

Hmm.

Just answer it.

Hi, mate.

So?

I'm going to make a statement.

And I want you to remember, based on 30 years of friendship, I wouldn't make

this statement unless I really believed it.

I'm all in.

I think Detective Brown killed my dad.

I just like Olsen killed your dad.

I just like Billy killed your dad. Just listen to me, all right? Listen.

I think she framed a number of people for murder. I think she may have even

killed Margot to cover her tracks.

Ghosts tell you this, did it, lad? I'm not joking. Fucking wafted in on a

breeze and tells you that my boss is a murderer.

A murderer, lad?

Are you for real? She's a highly commended cop. What the fuck are you

about? Too many of my dad's clients have either ended up dead or in prison for

this to be a coincidence. Your dad dealt with deeply disturbed people, lad. He

wasn't running a fucking soft play centre.

Just read them.

I'm not entertaining this.

Well, you have to, because your boss is corrupt and needs confronting.

All right? Read them.

I'm not reading them. Just read them! I'm not fucking reading them! I'll lose

job! Is that all that matters to you?

Seth, this has gone too far. Where are you going? Seth!

Seth!

Come on! Ever since you got back here, you've been rattling cages and trying to

dig up shit to make sense of your father's death. You were seeing ghosts,

now you're seeing cover -ups. You need help!

No, I'm finding her and confronting her with the truth.

No, you'll do no such thing. We're going back to your house and we're talking to

Jenna and we're going to get you some help because this has gone far.

I need help, all right, from you. From you, my oldest friend. I need you to

trust me and believe me and come with me to confront her.

I can't do that, mate.

I'm phoning Brown and I'm going to let you go.

Why'd you become a cop? Get the fuck off me. Why did you become a cop? Lads, I

swear to God, lads. I'll tell you why.

To right fucking wrong. To put killers away.

All right? Read the files and tell me I'm wrong.

Okay.

Okay.

Interesting location.

Any excuse to get out of the station?

Can I buy you a coffee?

I'm fine.

What's this about?

Seth said you had information regarding your father's death.

Correct.

You were the senior investigating officer on the Cassandra Rhodes case.

What does that have to do with your father's death?

It was your strong belief that she was murdered by her partner, Neil, who fled

the country.

Correct.

More recently, you led an investigation into the murder of Imogen Carswood,

which resulted in the conviction of Arlo Jones.

I'm failing to see where all this is leading.

The conviction Arlo Jones strenuously opposes.

Arlo Jones, the serial killer.

Both were connected to my father.

Arlo a patient, Imogen a lover.

And they weren't the only ones.

Frank, the priest convicted of murdering Harry Nash, he made a video before his

death saying he was innocent and that Harry's killer was still at large.

The psychiatrist says he gave that video to you and you did nothing with it.

In there, I found discrepancies.

Highly improbable connections, dubious evidence in murder cases you were

investigating, all of which involved patients of my father or people known to

him.

I don't hear a question.

I think you were using my father's psychiatric practice, seeking out people

troubled backgrounds and using them as scapegoats for your crimes.

I think my father found out.

Confronted you about it.

So you killed him.

Well, that's quite the fantasy you've concocted.

And you're on board with this?

Definitely like to hear your side of the story.

And then what?

Arrested? me i don't need to remind you i'm your senior officer yep i know that

and this impromptu confrontation is wildly inappropriate

can

you get me a glass of water please

I loved your father very much, Joel.

And a glass of water, please.

Lemon drizzle cake.

Reminds me of my grandma.

She made better lemon drizzle than anyone on this earth, bar none.

You ain't tried mine yet, mate.

Seth!

I'm calling backup!

Seth, are you okay?

Call the police!

She is the police!

Just call the fucking police!

What can I do? How can I help? Just get her.

Look after him!

Are you okay?

Someone's going to come and take his statement, so just stick to the facts.

You suspected her. You brought your suspicions to me.

Then she tasered me.

Thanks, mate.

I still don't understand any of this.

It makes no fucking sense at all.

But... I am sorry I doubted you.

I still think you need to talk to someone, though, Les.

All this... It's a lot, mate.

I'm sorry I brought so much shit into your life since coming back.

No, you haven't.

Well, you have.

It has been nice having you back, though.

And I connected with your hot sifter, so... Every cloud, eh?

Just take care of her, yeah, if you two become a thing.

Yeah. Don't have to come back and get all heavy with you.

I reckon I could take you.

As long as you don't bring your imaginary friends as backup.

Or a taser.

You're funny.

You finally got funny.

Yep.

That's why your sister likes me so much.

See you, mate.

Joel, don't push it.

I don't want to have to use this.

Believe me, it'll destroy you.

Let it go.

I can spare you so much pain if you just stop now.

I can't do that.

Please, please, just go home.

Let this go.

Tonight's a bit strange, but I just wanted to talk to you.

About my dad, Joel Leathereth.

I know you're close.

It's Aidan, right?

He's talked about you.

Is it a bad time?

No.

No, come on in.

I don't like talking about myself.

Oh, you and me both.

A lot of people find it uncomfortable.

It's not that.

I don't trust people.

I've told people things before, but they just didn't keep them secret.

Well, I promise you, whatever you say in here will stay between us.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Alison.

We need to talk.

I know.

I know what you did.

What we did.

I've been so stupid.

In psychology, we call guilt the useless emotion.

Remorse shows our humanity, but guilt becomes toxic. It eats away at us. So

don't feel guilt?

None whatsoever.

For years, I thought you were helping me close cases.

Telling me we were playing the system because these people deserve to be in

prison. They do.

They do?

The great psychiatrists.

Let's not get...

Melodramatic. You reaped the rewards, Alison.

The accolades, the acclaim.

You were always very ambitious in that regard.

It always struck me as strange. Giving awards for police work is almost

I thought you were my friend.

But you manipulated me.

And I let my ego get in the way.

You killed Imogen.

Don't even deny it. I know you did. And then you made me believe it was Arlo

Jones.

I loved Imogen.

And she was sick.

She was dying.

She was terrified of it.

So you say you strangled her?

I put an end to her suffering.

There are times for some people, Alison, when staying, lingering in the world is

infinitely more painful than leaving it.

And the others?

What about the others?

Father Frank Barnway left a recording before he killed himself, claiming his

innocence in the murder of Harry Nash.

There were signs. I should have seen them, but I was so caught up.

You've been giving me information over the years to deflect from yourself.

Alison, you have no idea.

Some of the clients that come through my office are deeply traumatized people

with deeply troubled lives.

They're like a broken vase.

You can glue it back together. And from a distance, it may look normal. But up

close, you will always see the cracks.

Rationalize it any way you want.

You murdered them, Jonathan.

And then you got me to convict innocent people for your crimes.

What? We confess.

We've both seen those prisons, Alison, 22 hours a day in a cell being prodded

and poked. We wouldn't last two minutes and you, a corrupt cop, you'd be ruined.

I can't just let it go.

You understand that, don't you?

Take a different route.

You could write a note.

Say goodbye.

In your... How did you put it?

Pain. Lingering.

And then your secret dies with you.

That's a route that favors you rather more than me.

Those cracks in the vase.

The ones you got when Sutton died.

They could never be repaired, could they?

How can you be sure I won't use this on you?

friend, Alison.

Through the bad times, you've always been there.

Do you think I'll see Sutton?

I hope so.

I don't know.

But at least I won't miss her anymore.

There is that.

I wish there was another way.

But there isn't.

I'd like to be alone.

I'll wait outside.

Goodbye.

And thank you.

Knowing you has been a pleasure.

I'm sorry that you had to hear all that.

But you know I record everything that happens in this room.

She murdered me.

She gave me no choice.

You killed him.

I freed them from their pain.

And I freed everyone else from the danger of them. You met Cassandra.

She killed him.

in my office of course i couldn't leave a dead body lying in my office so i

helped her move him but what was the likelihood of someone like that keeping

secret or not killing again so she was my first

and harry do you know what he'd do if he knew we were even talking the damage

had been done coming forward made it worse the truth son will not always set

free

I've spent my whole life trying to understand this.

And most people have.

Empathy, morality, some sense of right and wrong, however twisted. And then

there are the others who are beyond repair.

The wiring is too far gone.

What happened to don't let them feel abandoned? Not for a moment.

I didn't abandon them. I saved them.

Self -justifying crap. You killed because you wanted to kill.

You got a taste for it.

Possibly.

But why?

Why, Dad?

Why?

After something, something closed in me.

I saw things differently.

You murdered people.

God,

we know what it's like, don't we? I mean, we know.

I had my own pain. I had lost a child in the worst possible

way.

But I never stopped loving you, either of you.

And that last day, the only person I wanted to speak to was you.

What would you have said?

I'd have tried.

I'd have tried to make you understand that whatever I'd become,

You're my son, and I've always loved you.

I just wanted my dad back.

That's all I've ever wanted.

That drawing on my...

Suicide note. Do you know what that symbol means to me?

Time isn't linear.

It's cyclical.

Sons become their fathers, Joel. It's in their blood.

History is destined to repeat itself unless... We break the pattern.

No, Dad.

You were ill.

I have spent my whole life trying to be like you.

Then let me go.

Break the bat.

Goodbye, son.

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,

never ending or beginning on an ever -spinning

reel.

Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,

like a carousel that's turning, running rings around.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face.

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.

Like the circles that you find.

That you follow To a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a

cavern Where the sun has never shown Like a door that keeps

revolving In a half -forgotten dream Are the ripples from a

pebble Someone tosses in a stream Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of its phase

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.

Like the circles that you find in the windows of your mind.

Hi, this is Laura. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Hi, Laura, it's me.

I really want to see you.

into his dead face there's this blood gushing from his head where i hit him

i stare at him on the ground and i feel nothing not happiness not relief just

nothing

you told

me it was the right thing to do you were the one who encouraged me to go to the

police

And he says, would I mind exacting his punishment for him? And I said, only too

happy.

You know I record everything that happens in this room.

Sorry, Dad.

Sorry, do you have a moment?

Sons become their father's job.

It's in their blood.

Laura?

Keys the jingle in your pocket words the jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly was it

something that you said Lovers walk along the shore

and leave their footprints in the sand When you

knew that it was over

You were suddenly aware that the autumn leaves were turning

to the color of her hair.