All language subtitles for The Fall (2013) S03E04 The Hell Within Him.en

Rise and shine.

- Hmm?
- Time to get up.

Stella, for star.

Five more minutes,
Daddy, please.

There are no scratches
or nail marks

on the soft parts of the victim's face,

No bruising or lacerations
to the mouth or nose to suggest

they were held closed by a hand.

The original case file suggests that

David Alvarez suffocated her
using a pillow.

There was no saliva, blood or tissue cells
on any of the pillows, were there?

Could have been washed.

Yes, they could.

- Do we have the toxicology report?
- Page five, ma'am.

When was the report done?

Susan Harper's body was found
cool to the touch on a Monday morning.

Toxicology was 24 hours later
during autopsy,

tests 24 hours after that
on the Wednesday.

Based on these figures,

I'd say the victim took cocaine
within hours,

minutes, even, from death.

Do we have anything at all to put
Paul Spector or Peter Baldwin

in London in 2002?

Nothing as yet, ma'am.

Was there a plastic bag
found at the scene?

No mention that I've seen.

Well, Spector is due to be moved today,

which means the next part
of his assessment is about to begin.

We have to keep believing
that it will go to trial

and when it does,
we have to put together

as strong an evidential case to the PPS
as we possibly can.

We have to be ready.

The truth of the confession
is immaterial.

What is of crucial importance
is how the confession was obtained,

not whether or not it's true.

The court must exclude the confession if
it finds it was obtained by oppression

or under circumstances
likely to render it unreliable.

I've read the transcripts.
I didn't see any signs of oppression.

I'm not so sure.

The circumstances are certainly unusual.

Why is a superintendent doing the job
of a constable or sergeant,

interviewing a suspect?

Surely when you get to her level

you supervise,
manage and direct the officers,

not do their job.

It was at his request.
"Just you, Stella, no one else."

That's my point.

She didn't really use
any standard interview techniques.

She didn't offer psychological excuses

or minimize the seriousness
of Spector's crimes.

She didn't praise or flatter.

She even used leading questions
that elicited one-word answers.

Almost not like a police interview at all,

more like an intimate conversation.

She didn't need to establish a rapport

because their relationship had already
been established on the phone.

While they were still hunting him,

it's claimed Spector and Gibson
had private conversations.

She gave him her personal phone number.

They even suggest
he was in her hotel room.

Why would he do something so risky
just to leave an entry in her diary?

It speaks of a kind of obsession.

Stella?

Yes.

How nice
to hear your voice again.

Is that you, Peter?

Yes.

Why are you calling me?

Because I'm looking up
at the sky, Stella...

Shining star.

It's a beautiful night.

Made me think of you.

Do we have that diary, that entry?

It hasn't been disclosed so far.

Get it.

So...

she seduced a confession from him?

Maybe.

If you can support what you're suggesting
with case law, legal principles...

I might include it in the brief.

These are all of the books
from Spector's lock-up, ma'am.

Ma'am, there's something you should see.

The wife of the man the police claim
is the Belfast Strangler

was involved in a bizarre incident
earlier this morning

captured on video by a passerby
as it unfolded,

images that some viewers
may find disturbing.

Jesus!

Oh, my God! That's a car.

- Oh, my... Mike, be careful!
- Hey!

- Hey!
- Oh, my God!

Hey!

The car being engulfed by
the incoming tide

belongs to Sally Ann Spector, 32.

The windows are raised,
the doors are locked.

- Inside are her two children.
- Oh, my God!

The girl, aged eight,
can be heard calling for help.

Help us, please! Help!

Michael!

Jesus Christ!

At last,
it seems the doors are unlocked

and the two children are lifted clear
and carried to safety.

In the background, Sally Ann Spector
can be seen walking unsteadily

away from the car through the shallows.

Over here!

Are you all right, kid?
She's so cold.

A moment later,
the car is almost washed away.

Somebody help that woman!

The family was airlifted
by police helicopter

to the Belfast General Hospital,

where Paul Spector is being treated
for gunshot wounds

he sustained in police--

How were we to know
she was that desperate?

It's what women do with their anger, Jim.

They harm themselves
or extensions of themselves,

their children.

I mean, what... frame of mind
must she have been in

to think that they were all
better off dead?

Instead of caring for her
and supporting her,

all we could do was
drag her through the courts

and... threaten her with prison.

It wasn't just down to me.

The DPP was of a similar mind.

Yeah.

Well, now you can add attempted murder
to her list of charges.

All I ever wanted to do was keep
those children safe, Stella. That's all!

Healy.

Right. Thanks for letting me know.

Spector's wife and children
have been taken to the General.

- Why?
- Been on the news.

See if you can find it on your phone.

Point-of-care testing
found benzos in the girl's urine.

We haven't managed a sample
from the other two.

The son, Liam, is GCS 12-13.

With stimulation, he's rousable.

Check the Summary Care Record.

I see she's on the blues.

"Severe anxiety and insomnia.

Five milligrams TDS titrating
to a maximum of ten.

Review after two weeks."

So the mother fed the kids the anxiolytics
and then drove them into the sea?

Looks like it.

She's unresponsive. Not saying anything.

Pupils are midsize and reactive.

- How's his blood glucose?
- Normal.

He might need flumazenil.

Let's put him into pediatric ICU
to keep an eye on him.

Right now,
she's conscious but not talking.

I don't think she's fit
for psych evaluation yet.

We're moving the boy up to the kids' ICU.

The girl is awake. She seems okay.

Have you seen
the newsreel footage?

No.

It looks like a deliberate attempt
to kill herself and her children.

A cry for help?

Maybe.

- Can I say hello?
- Sure.

Hello, Olivia.

Do you remember me?

How are you feeling?

The bullet fragments
in Mr. Spector's body contained no iron

so he had the MRI scan this morning.

There's an absence of evidence
for established infarct...

but a suggestion here

of a loss
of gray-white matter differentiation.

Now, that may be in keeping
with ischemic insult

in the frontal temporal lobe region,

but I can't say
it explains the memory loss.

I'll pass the results on to Dr. Larson
and he can include them in his assessment.

Do we know what happened
to his wife and children?

- How are they?
- No serious injury, I think.

But, I'm awaiting a call
from the ED consultant.

- Has Mr. Spector been informed?
- Not yet.

I'm going to wait for further information.

I think we have to make
a holding statement of some sort.

Definitely.

I mean, everyone will have seen it by now.

Let's...

confirm that an incident happened,

identify the individuals involved.

Ah, there's nothing else,
no speculation about motivation.

The press will do that for us.

Yeah.

Will you handle this please, Matt?

I'll sit down with DCI Eastwood
and work something out.

Sound a warning to the press.

And, Matt...

Show a human face.

Okay, let's go.

And keep an eye on him on the way up.

Paul, the police claim

your fingerprints are
on a pair of decorating shears.

They say the shears, or...

the scissors tested positive for
Joe Brawley's DNA blood sample.

They were retrieved from the water...

here.

I know where that is,
I go running there sometimes.

Is it possible you came across
the scissors while you were running,

considered them dangerous,

picked them up and threw them
into the water out of harm's way?

I don't remember any scissors.

The one real eyewitness is his sister,
Annie Brawley.

After the attack
and before you were arrested,

you went to see her in hospital.

I did? Why?

She was grieving
the death of her brother.

You were employed by the Alice Monroe Fund
to offer her support, counseling.

- What happened?
- Nothing. You talked.

She said you were helpful.

I don't... I'm, er, sorry,
I'm very confused here.

This is someone the police say
that I attacked?

Yes.

Well, why didn't she recognize me?

I don't know.

Why would I go and visit someone
that I'd attacked?

What if she recognized me?
What if she started screaming?

It doesn't make sense.

You do have alibis
for all of the murders.

They have been provided
by an individual called Katie Benedetto.

She claims she had
a sexual relationship with you.

I don't know her. What age is she?

She's just turned 16.

She says she was 14
when you first slept together.

That's not possible.

A child? That's not possible.

There are doubts
about her credibility as witness.

The real issue, Mr. Spector,
is the confession.

I think you should hear a little
of the recording that was made.

It might jog your memory.

Tell me about the first time.

What was it like?

It made me sick.

The smell disgusted me.

The first was the worst
and hardest to get over.

But a switch had been flicked,
a line crossed.

Something was done
that couldn't be undone,

something that separates you
from the common herd.

I was ill for four days after.

You're in a state of existential shock.

But then you find yourself unchallenged
by divine and secular power.

Okay.

So why not do it again... but better?

Tell me, do you speak to them?

To the women that you torture and kill?

No.

Do they die slowly?

Yes.

Loosening and tightening
your grip around their throat?

Keeping them suspended
between life and death?

Yes.

Binding them first?

Yes.

- How long do you torture them?
- You stop it.

- Please, stop it!
- Do you inflict sexual--

That can't be me talking.

How would I forget something like that?
That can't be me.

There are other recordings,
Mr. Spector.

These are video recordings.

The prosecution suggest that...

they were found on your phone,
that you made them.

- That's Rose?
- Yes.

You want to be noticed?

You wanna be paid attention to?
Make your mark?

Fine. Hurt me.

Do whatever you want to me.
Do your worst.

Nothing you can do will ever take away
how much I love my husband.

How much I love my children.

Nothing you can do can make me
devalue my life in any way.

I will celebrate life.

I love and I am loved
and nothing that you--

Why the fuck are you watching this?

You sick shit.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Nurse!

Nurse!

Paul... Paul, stop that.
Could you step outside, please?

Paul, that's enough!
Paul, focus on your breathing.

Focus on your breath.

Come on, that's enough.
Just in and out.

Slow breathing.

You're okay, Paul.
In and out, big, deep breaths.

Yeah, that's good.

That's it. You're okay.

Jesus, what have we got ourselves into?

- You having doubts?
- No.

- You sure?
- Yes.

If you are,
you can pack up your briefcase

- and sell houses instead.
- I'm not.

- Are you Sean Healy?
- Yes.

- Will you give this to Paul for me?
- Katie?

Please, just give this to Paul.

Katie, you're in breach
of your bail conditions.

You're in serious trouble.
We can't take that letter from you.

Katie, stop!

Katie!

I can confirm
that there has been a serious incident

involving the wife and the two children
of the defendant, Paul Spector.

All three are currently being treated
in Belfast General Hospital.

Their injuries are not life-threatening.

In light of the torrent of publicity since
Paul Spector was arrested and charged,

the Police Service Northern Ireland
feel bound to urge the media

to exercise restraint and caution

in reporting the details of this case.

Yep.

We've had a request
to disclose your dream diary.

Sean Healy wants
his own handwriting expert

to examine the entry Spector made.

He's in hospital.

He's incapacitated.

And yet he's still infecting the lives

of every person
he comes into contact with.

Everyone who fucking crosses his path.

He's a contagion.

Shall I just let them see that page?

They'll just come back
asking for the rest.

Well...

clear it with the PPS.

And if they agree, send all of it.

I can't believe
that she would harm Livvy.

I just don't think she could do that.

I can picture Sally... nursing her.

Just... just so blissfully happy.

She'd never hurt her.

Where are you in that picture?

Where I always am.

On the outside looking in.

When I was unconscious,

I was...

I could... I could see myself.

In this room, I was able
to see myself from above,

lying in the bed,
with all the tubes and monitors.

Have you ever experienced
anything like that before?

Being outside of your body like that?

When I was young, yes.

When things got really bad I...
I used to be able to split myself.

If I was lucky,
a part of me would just drift away...

to another place, better place.

Have you thought any more
about what death means to you?

What I think can only disappoint you.

That doesn't matter.

I think that...

just as I didn't exist before I was born,

I simply won't exist after I die.

I can't agree.

Do you believe that you did the things
they say you did?

Do you?

If I did then I wasn't arrested...

I was rescued.

I need you to go to London.

My boss at the Met,
a man called Chris George,

Chief Superintendent.

I just spoke to him.

He's agreed to sign the authorizations

you'll need to access
the Susan Harper files.

He's agreed to reopening the case?

He's agreed to let us look at the files.

There's a flight leaving Belfast City
in just over an hour.

Will your arm be all right?

Yeah.

Take Ferrington.

These notes cover wound care
and list the medications you're on.

You've had four days
of broad intravenous antibiotics,

but I must remind you,
because of the loss of your spleen,

you will be on lifelong
prophylactic antibiotics.

Is there any chance I could see my son?

Before I go?

Which one is he?

Just there.

Do you remember him?

Do you think he looks like me?

A little bit maybe?

Paul?

I can walk.

Hospital policy.

Sit in the chair.

Thank you for everything.

I'm Detective Superintendent Gibson.
I'm here to see Dr. Larson.

He's been expecting you.
Please, sign in.

Thank you.

Have I seen you somewhere before?

You tell me.

This is Foyle One,
where Mr. Spector will be housed.

Doors are kept locked.

All areas are monitored by CCTV.

Staff have lockers here
for personal belongings.

You can leave your mobile phone,
any keys here.

What level of supervision
have you set for Spector?

Er, we have agreed to level two care
for Mr. Spector.

Continual presence of nursing staff,

- but privacy granted for bathing.
- Mmm.

All patients in Foyle One are
allocated a primary nurse.

- Male?
- Male.

- And how many beds are on this ward?
- Er, 12 in all.

All the patients we have
on the ward at present

have access to their rooms at all times
except when they're being cleaned.

Some patients have keys
to lock their bedroom doors

but staff carry override keys.

Erm, this way please.

Most of the patients are
on pharmacological therapy.

We'll assess the need
for a drug strategy for Mr. Spector.

Care and treatment is provided
by a multidisciplinary team,

but I will do the legal assessments.

Yeah. Mr. Spector is here now.

There's coffee here,
please help yourself.

- Thank you.
- I'm going to greet him.

Mr. Spector.

I'm August Larson...
the lead clinician here.

Follow me, please.

Nurse Ritchie will orientate you.

I will be along to talk to you
in a little while.

Follow me, Paul.

There's some toiletries for you there.

And that's your information
on ward routines, policies and procedures.

Are you hungry?

I haven't been eating much.

I'd like some water.

I'll get you some.

- Do you have time to talk?
- Yes.

Have a seat, please.

Actually, I, er...

- I have some things I want to show you.
- Hmm?

And you are certain
these are his work?

Yes.

Is this his poem?

I think so.

"Dark voices tonight.

Foreign ladies talking to dangerous men.

Their eyes are lunar divisions.

They lie on dead sheets.

A drunken midnight approach.

Her smile is a crooked lamplight.

Red lips parting.

Soft vowels begging.

Feeding the night."

Some clean clothes for you.

Is this his, too?

"I don't believe in love.

At least, I believe in love
but not in happiness.

The only love that lasts is unhappy love."

Again, I think it must be him.

I haven't found either
on an Internet search.

There are some things in there
that are new to me.

He writes at one point about

the battle, as he perceives it,
between good Paul and bad Paul.

He describes... standing back,
being a spectator of his own actions.

That there's an observing self
and a participating self.

There is a dazzling array
of perversions...

I mean, beyond the sadism and...

the overwhelming fetishism
with female underwear.

He was a voyeur, a transvestite.

Into autoeroticism and necrophilia.

There's also signs of pygmalionism,
his obsession with mannequins and dolls.

I've sometimes wondered if he...
breathed air into his dying victims

to prolong their lives...

so that they could see clearly
that he was going to kill them.

When young children are abused,

they experience fear and anxiety.

They then attempt
to contain those feelings

by acting out sadistically.

If a person is able to do to others
what he fears may be done to him,

he may no longer be afraid.

You assume he was abused?

He was in Gortnacul I think?

Doctor, I understand that for you
he's a patient, an abused child.

A someone who deserves understanding
and compassion, even.

But to me he's a...
he's a sexual predator.

And it's my job
to protect the potential victims

from the threat that he poses.

Viewed from a psychodynamic perspective,

even the most apparently insane violence

has meaning in the mind
of the person who commits it.

I have to try to understand that meaning
and learn from it

in the attempt to prevent
further violence.

Yeah.

Just don't underestimate the threat...

the danger that Paul Spector represents.

I won't.

Do you have an idea
about Mr. Spector's premorbid IQ?

He was tested as a child

and scored
in the "very superior intelligence" band.

Thank you.

It's been a pleasure talking to you.

Psychiatry needs feedback from patients.

It's realized in interpersonal contact,
so trust is essential.

It is not my place to judge him
for what he may or may not have done,

but I will try
to get to the truth of the matter

for the courts and for you.

He is going to prison.

Let me show you out.

Just try to eat some fruit, at least.

Rose Stagg is waiting
for you, ma'am.

She's in the interview room.

Er, what's happening
with the Benedetto girl?

She's in custody,
due in court again tomorrow.

- Will you sit in with us, Gail?
- Yes, ma'am.

What's the next thing
that you remember?

Darkness...

and movement.

Being thrown around.

I think he must have drugged me
when he gave me water.

It took me a while to work out
what was happening...

that I was in the car, the boot of a car.

It was terrifying.

I was thrown around horribly,
particularly towards the end.

I felt like a rag doll.

Every bump made me cry out.

Then the car stopped,
the engine was turned off.

The driver's door opened...

and then silence.

I waited and waited...
but nothing happened.

I realized I'd been left there alone.

There were some old water bottles
in the boot...

so at first I could drink.

But then there wasn't any left.

I tried to pull the brake lights out
to let in more air

but I couldn't shift them.

I felt so weak.

There was no air.

I became obsessed with the sound
of my own breathing.

I'd fall asleep but...
I'd have no idea for how long.

At first I thought I could tell...

whether it was day or night
from the smell of the air.

But then the air got staler and staler.

I lost all track of time.

I tried to think about the kids...

but I couldn't focus.

I felt my brain was shutting down.

The last thing I remember...
was thinking that I should burrow,

that I should dig down
into the earth to hide,

to feel safe and warm.

Like an animal, digging.

I don't remember anything after that.

Thank you.

Um...

Can I talk to you...

alone?

Without the tape?

This is DC Gail McNally suspending
the interview at 10:43 p.m.

I haven't been...

I haven't been completely honest with you.

I led you to believe that after
that one time he strangled me,

that it ended.

But it didn't.

I suspected as much.

It wasn't that simple.

We went to some dark places.

The first time it happened,
I was giving him...

I was using my mouth on him.

He squeezed his legs around my neck.

I couldn't breathe, I was...

Take your time.

Er...

He squeezed really tight.

I thought I was gonna pass out,
but he released me.

He treated it a bit like a game, at first.

I'd already begun to think he didn't have
much enthusiasm for ordinary intercourse.

But then things got more serious.

He asked me to play dead.

And then there was the time
that I told you about.

I think he revived me, mouth to mouth.

There were times when he wanted to use
a plastic bag on me...

on himself.

He said that we all try
to live in the light.

That we all try to build walls around us
to block out the darkness,

the danger that's out there.

But it can't be done. It's a lie.

That in reality
there are dark gods out there...

and that men could become gods on earth
through a certain kind of sex.

And women?

I think so?

I'm sorry...
I can't really explain it.

Why did you walk away?

It felt to me

that everything
that was happening was about pleasing him.

That it wasn't about me at all.

I left him and I went back to Tom.

And what about Spector?

He went to London, I think.

Did you and Spector ever do drugs?

- I think I told you that we drank a lot.
- Mmm.

- Cocaine?
- No.

Not with me but maybe he did back then.

My life with Tom
couldn't be more different.

Things have been difficult
since the birth of Cody.

Actually, since my first cesarean.

And how are they now?

It's strange.

When he talks to me now...

I don't really listen
to the words that he's saying.

Just to the tone of his voice.

From that I can work out
whether he likes me or not.

Whether he's emotionally close to me.

Right now he's angry.

And I don't think he likes me very much.

Rose...

there's something I need to tell you.

I think that...

I'm the reason
that Paul Spector came after you.

How?

I think I...

I think I revealed your identity
as my informant

when I used his name, Peter.

The name that you gave me
when I spoke to him on the phone.

Using that name...

together with the E-FIT
that we had created...

I think led him straight to you.

I was trying to convey that...

Well, that we were on to him.

I was trying to scare him
to stop the attacks.

And... it worked to the extent
that he ran. But...

But when we didn't do anything,
when we didn't pounce...

he came after you.

I hadn't realized your relationship
was so meaningful to him.

He said I was the only one.

That I was the only girl.

I believe it.

I'm glad I'm not the only one
to have made mistakes.

Thank you.

Jesus fucking Christ!

I'm Mark Bailey.

Who are you?

I'm told I'm the Belfast Strangler.

Are you?

Maybe.

Right now, I don't remember.

Wasn't well. Better now.

Wasn't well. Better now.

Wasn't well.
Better now.