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I'd like you to meet
the girls of Monroe Air.

It was an accident.

All I want is for somebody
to hold me.

Tell me I'm going to be all right.

Liz needs help, Jimmy.

You stay away from my wife.
Or I'll kill you.

And your wife. And your kids.

He clearly has a victim type.

They are not victims of chance,
they are victims of choice.

It's possible that he's out there
stalking his next victim now.

'It is with great sorrow and regret
that I can confirm the identity

'of the officer killed
in the line of duty

'on Monday in North Belfast.'

'Detective Sergeant James Olson

'was a dedicated
and hard-working policeman,

'liked and respected
by his colleagues.'

'Just 31 years old,

'he leaves behind a wife
and two small children.'

'On behalf of all the law-abiding
citizens of Northern Ireland,

'I wish to offer my
deep condolences

'to his family, his friends
and his colleagues.'

1x04
My Adventurous Song

Dani?

'Yes, ma'am?'

I've got the lab report back
on the varnish that was used

on Sarah Kay's finger and toenails.

It's called Jezebel Red.
It's by Connell.

Part of their Painted Lady range.

Sold everywhere, unfortunately.

'Right.'

Can you get me some?

The shops aren't open yet.

You'll think of something.

Daddy!

Hey.

Yeugh, you're sweaty!

I thought you were at work.

I got back early, went for a run.

Instead of being here
to help me with the kids.

Must be nice to have
all that energy to burn.

Get your things. It's time to go.

Liam.

Here.

Right, I'm leaving now.

If anyone's coming with me,
they'd better hurry up.

Bye, Pops. Bye.

I took a call on Olson's phone
the morning after the shooting

from an unregistered mobile number.

The number subsequently went dead.

The call came from somewhere inside
this hotel. We checked the register.

A suite was booked in the name
of Belfast Events Limited.

Company director, Aaron Monroe.

This is the next morning.

Breedlove with one of the girls.

The suite has been cleaned
at least twice since then.

But we still found traces of
Class A drugs and blood.

These two were picked up an hour or
so later by Morgan Monroe's driver.

Both Rossmeisl and Lang

have made substantial contributions
to the Alice Monroe Fund.

How do Breedlove and Olson
fit into this?

Back in the day,

Breedlove was Morgan Monroe's
close protection officer.

He might have been there
moonlighting, providing security.

He might have been there
to supply them with the drugs,

and/or the girls.

Olson, I'm not sure.

It's starting to look like my praise
for a dear departed colleague

was fabulously premature.

We have a facility
on Breedlove's phone.

He put in a call to
Aaron Monroe this morning.

He seems to have some concerns

that he might meet
the same fate as Olson.

Looking at this girl's face,

if she's badly injured, that's
a loss of earnings right there.

These girls make
ten grand a week easily.

Breedlove seemed to be suggesting
that this has happened before.

Talked about making a payment of
30 grand to someone called "Mirko".

The girls flew into Dublin from
Heathrow. Then came north by road.

I'm making inquiries with the Met.

Bring him in. Breedlove?

Bring him in.

Paul.

Paul?

Paul!

Did you not hear me calling you?

When, Charles?

You just passed me in the corridor.

Did I? I didn't see you.

I have an appointment.

And I've just had James Tyler
in here this morning.

To say he was angry would be
a considerable understatement.

He says you made an unscheduled
house call on his wife.

When she was home alone.

It wasn't unscheduled. She called.

Very upset.

Why didn't you have an
appointment here?

You know he beats her?
She was black and blue.

Then you report it to the police.
There are protocols,

that you seem to think you can
ignore with impunity.

Anyway, she has an appointment.
She's coming in today.

It's not in the diary.

I need to make a phone call
to confirm.

Did you talk to any of the local
residents when you were there?

Discuss Mr Tyler's personal
business with them?

Does that seem likely?

I don't know.

You tell me.

I asked for some directions.

Maybe they saw my name tag.

You can bet your life they did.
This is Shankill, Paul.

Not some place you can come and go
willy-nilly without being noticed.

"Willy-nilly"?
You know what I mean.

I'd like to talk to Mrs Tyler
when she comes in.

'Detective Inspector Breedlove?'

Speaking.

'It's DCI Eastwood.'

'I'd like to have a talk
with you, Rob.'

When?

'Right away, if possible.'

What about?

'I think you might be able to
help me clarify some issues

'surrounding the murder
of James Olson.'

'I'd appreciate your help.'

I'll come in.

I have to go.

Don't be long.

They're Mosuo women.

They're a small ethnic group living
in China on the border with Tibet.

They're a matriarchal society.
Well, matrilineal.

They don't practise traditional
marriage, no husbands and wives.

They practise what's called
walking marriage.

The partners live in different
households.

I'm simplifying.

One of Sarah Kay's work colleagues
said she talked about them

at the bar on the night that she
called you to the house.

Drinking wine with her friends
suggests to me

that she didn't know
that she was pregnant.

And she didn't tell
any of her family

and no-one's come forward to say
that they're the father.

So I thought maybe it was
just a sweet night.

What's that?

It's what the Mosuo women
call secret visits

when a woman asks a man to spend the
night and then leave in the morning.

How do you know so much about it?

It's not a secret.

My first degree was
in Anthropology.

Your FIRST degree?

Umm. I have hundreds.

I need you to come in.

'I can't.'

Liz, I shouldn't have called on you
at home like that.

It's against the rules.

My job is on the line.

Jimmy needn't know.

I just want you to come in.
This afternoon.

'I can't.'

Why?

'I don't want to see
anyone at the moment.'

Put on a headscarf
and some dark glasses.

You'll look like Sophia Loren.

'Who's she?'

You asked me to hold you, Liz.

And I held you.

Now I'm asking you
to do this for me.

Rob.

Come on through.

Do you want kids?

Maybe, one day.

Do you have a man?

A man?

No.

I'm gay.

The neighbours report
hearing a hairdryer

in the early hours of the morning.

Perhaps he was drying her body?

Perhaps he was drying the nails.

Where were you when I called you?

At the Olsons'.

How are they? Are they bearing up?

I don't think it's really
sunk in yet.

Your phone records show a lot
of calls to the Olson home number.

You've pulled my phone records?

Why so many calls?

He was my partner. My friend.

A high proportion of those calls
were at times Olson was at work.

Often at work with you.

Were those calls made to Vicky?

Do you know why he joined
the police force? I don't.

That bomb in '87.
He lost his father.

Would have been six at the time,
same age.

I don't remember the name Olson.

His mother remarried.

It was me called his phone that
morning, when you answered.

OK, Robbie.
Be careful what you say now.

I had no idea he was already dead.
You have to believe me.

You should take legal advice
before you say anything more.

Gunned down in the street in front
of his son. Fucking shitbags.

Who?

Who's a shitbag? McInturff?

Yes, McInturff!

Do you really believe that?

Or was your outburst at the station
all for show?

Have you had someone following me?
No.

Cos there was a car on my tail
coming here just now.

Nothing to do with me.
You swear?

I swear.

I'm going to have
to caution you, Rob.

What are you doing, arresting me?

We want to get this sorted.

Are you carrying a firearm?

No. Where is it?

Er, it's in my desk drawer. I had
someone check your desk drawer.

If I'd just lost a partner,
and I feared I might be next,

I'd be carrying.

I need to take the weapon from you,
Rob. I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I understand.

You're just doing
what you have to do.

All this can be sorted out really
easily. Really, really easily.

Somebody call an ambulance!

Get this woman out.

Matthew, Matthew.

Come with me.

Get everybody out.

Jerry.

Seal these rooms off.

Call forensics.

Matthew, can you hear me?

Look at me.

Matthew, what happened in there?

What happened?

He was handing me his gun.

Then he put it to his face
and fired.

Deliberately? Yes.

Wasn't just a threat
and the gun went off? No.

No, he meant to do it.

Do you have your gun on you? No.

Right, I'm going to get a CSI here
to take your clothes, all right?

Yes. Right.

We're going to do this right,
we're going to sort this out.

Do you feel afraid at home?

It's unacceptable, Liz.

You have the right to feel
safe in your own home.

I start it.

I throw things at him.

I provoke him.

Even if that's true, the
responsibility for domestic violence

always lies with the abuser, Liz.

Never with the abused.

He wasn't always like this.

It's been since Danny died.

You're wearing a long sleeved top.

That's unusual for you.

Are you self-harming?

No.

Does he force you sexually?

As your counsellor, Liz, I'm not
supposed to give advice.

But these people can.

He's out of prison on licence.

If I call the police,
he'll go straight back to jail.

I can't do that to him.

Liz, under the Domestic Violence,
Crime And Victims Act,

charges can be brought against your
husband without your permission.

I can make the call.

But it's important for you
that you do it yourself.

They can arrange a shelter
until he's arrested.

I'm offering you a lifeline.

Take it.

Can we talk?

I have to wash.

I'll come with you.

It seems Breedlove was having
an affair with James Olson's wife.

Why are you telling me?

I thought it might help.

If you were feeling at all guilty.

I'm not.

It's unclear whether
Olson knew or not,

whether he suspected anything.

How was he when he was with you?

Fine. We've been over this.

But the text messages,
the picture images,

breaching the cordon
at a crime scene?

They all surprised me.

I read him wrong.

In what way?

I thought he was the type to accept
it for what it was and move on.

A sweet night.

What?

Nothing.

Do you have any idea of the effect
you have on men?

I'd have left my wife...

..my kids...

..everything for you.

That would have been a mistake.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

For handling things so calmly.

And so efficiently.

You've done the right
thing calling us.

Making that call
is the hardest part.

From now on you'll
have our support.

Boss.

All three victims are
on professional websites.

All have a detailed profile.

All with a professional
portrait photograph.

Maybe this is how he finds them?

I mean, if the killer's trawling
professional websites

looking for victims,

should we do the same to identify
potential targets?

I'm not sure we can.

If we do identify women who we think
conform to the killer's type,

what are we going to do?

Warn them?

If we warn them
we have to protect them

and we don't have the resources.

Hello?

'Hi, it's me.'

'The crime scene is being
released back to the family

'and I'd like to
take another look.'

When?

'Now.'

All right, I'll meet you there.

Mrs Shergold
and I would like a word.

When?

Now.

Home-visiting can be very useful
from a diagnostic point of view.

But it's in breach of
department guidelines.

Seeing someone in their home
environment can provide

unexpected information
about their psyche...

Paul, please.

"Paul, please"?

Mrs Shergold is in complete
agreement with me over this matter.

The protocols are in place to
protect you as well as the clients.

We simply cannot tolerate any
further indiscipline.

You can consider this
an official warning.

You'll be receiving a letter.

You'll be receiving a letter.

What?

What?

I'm sorry, I'm not following.

I'm sorry, I'm not following.

Are you taking this seriously?

Are you taking this seriously?

I don't understand.

Then let me explain.

I've just done a good thing.

A very good thing.

And thanks to me,
Liz Tyler can sleep safe tonight.

You people should be
congratulating me,

not bleating on about petty rules
and regulations.

Where was he hiding?

Do you think?

When he first attacked her?

In here?

Or from here?

'She's at the top of the stairs.'

'He comes out fast,
overpowers her.'

'So he lifts her...'

..carries her, struggling,
into the bedroom.

He gets her on to the bed,
pins her down,

then he ties her to the bed frame.

The ligature marks suggest
maybe here and there.

You know, it's possible
he was in here with her

and had her tied up, when there
were patrol cops at the front door.

I didn't know that.

Yeah, the answer machine
was over there.

It was set to play
messages as they came in.

She might eve
have heard the call.

'This is PC Dani Ferrington.'

'I'm calling from
outside your house.'

'If you are there,
it is the police at the door.'

'I was hoping to speak with you

'to follow up on the incident
that occurred on Friday.'

'Please ring when you get this
message.' Why these women?

Why professional women?
What's he punishing them for?

What will you tell your daughters
in the future?

About how to stay safe?

Pretty much what I tell them now.

Don't talk to strange men.

Strange men?

Any man.

Hey.

Hey.

- You going home?
- Yes.

Do you want a lift?

I'm OK walking.

Haven't you heard?
There's a strangler on the prowl.

Are you going to protect me?

What's it like?

You know, being face to face with
someone who's killed over and over?

You're thinking of Moon?

Hmm.

I directed the interviews.
I didn't speak to him personally.

How do you interview
someone like that?

Well, with Moon it was easy.
He wanted to talk.

Most of the time he
seemed deranged.

During his trial, he had to be
removed from the court for singing.

He was an idiot.

We had CCTV footage of him
arriving at his block of flats

with a nice new suitcase,
clearly empty,

and then leaving an hour later
dragging it along the ground.

Moving a body?

What was left of it.

The prime cuts were in the freezer.

When I was a DC, I spent years as
a lead interviewer and a sweeper.

And the techniques
are pretty standard.

You try and establish a rapport.

With a cannibal?

Well, with anybody.
You start with what you know,

present the facts that you
have at your disposal...

..and then you take it from there.

I've been thinking a lot
lately about a friend of mine.

Really? Why?

When she was a student
she was briefly with a guy who...

..almost strangled her to death
one night, in bed.

Where was this?

In Belfast.

When?

About eight or nine years ago.

Did she report it to the police?

No, she didn't.

She's married now and has children.

I know she's never
told her husband.

What's her name?

♪ You walked me home in the dark

♪ Streets wet from
rain near the park

♪ We said goodbye at my door

♪ And I knew then that life
Could be so much more

♪ Rain brought me back to your door

♪ You held me down on the floor

♪ I saw the pain in your eyes

♪ And I knew then that love
Would be my demise

♪ And I know, yes, I know... ♪

It's just right.

♪ From the tips of my fingers
To the ring on my toe

♪ I know

♪ Yes I know... ♪

I meant to show you.

Another of Livvy's drawings.

Where did she get this paper?

What?

I'm just wondering where
she got the paper.

There's a baby at work,
she's really poorly.

Her mother,
she's only 18 herself.

But she's really devoted,
a really good mother.

It's really got to me.

I can tell.

Come back to bed.

I guess she hears me talking
about babies and mothers.

I get upset and then
I get short with them.

And then there's all the stuff
in the papers at the moment.

She doesn't read the papers.

It's on the telly, on the radio.

Her teacher says it's just a stage.

She doesn't just draw what she
sees, she draws what she knows.

She knows a pregnant lady has
a baby in her tummy, that's all.

Armed police! Open up.

Police!

Oi! Oi! What the fuck is going...

James Tyler, I'm arresting you
for assault and causing

actual bodily harm
on your wife Liz Tyler.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention something
which you may later rely on.

Anything you do say may be
given in evidence.

Do you understand?

Get fucking off me.

Get in there!

That's it lads, well done.

It could be a lot worse. How?

He hasn't got hold of the fact
that they went back on Sunday night.

Ferrington has effectively been
taken off uniformed duties.

Stone has been assigned
to another team.

It's good it's out there at last.
Now they can move on.

Maybe you'd like to explain
that to the Policing Executive.

Why is that your responsibility?

Leave that to the Uniform
to deal with.

I need to take this.

Gibson.

'It's McCurdy, ma'am.'

'It seems the killer
of Sarah Kay...'

Morgan, I'd hoped I'd run into you.

Sorry, sir. I have to go.
There's been a development.

Take my car. Keep me up to speed.

I don't have long, I'm afraid, Jim.

This won't take long. Morgan.
I'm banking on your support today.

The investigation into the murder
of those three young women,

Alice included, the murder
of Michael Lockwood, James Olson,

the apparent suicide
of Rob Breedlove,

has stretched us very thin.
To breaking point, in fact.

I'm not sure I can give you
that support, Jim.

I was speaking to the
Chief Constable today...

The investigation into the murder
of James Olson has thrown up

some very uncomfortable details.

Uncomfortable, I think,
for both of us.

Like?

Like one of my officers being
present in a hotel suite

with your son and two of your
German business colleagues

on the night that Olson was killed.

A hotel suite where prostitutes were
present, where serious Class A drugs

were being consumed and where
a serious assault took place.

We'll continue to ventilate her
and provide pain relief.

But I think the time has come
to let nature take its course.

We will withdraw intensive
care this morning.

How long will it take?

A matter of hours.

Will you stay with me?

Yes.

Of course.

It came with this morning's post.
Addressed to me.

I opened it and Marion has
touched it, too. That's it.

Mary, would you read
that out loud for me?

Would that be all right?

Of course.

"Dear Mr Kay."

"I saw your other daughter Marion
named in the newspaper

"and was able to obtain her address
without too much difficulty."

"I also saw that you had to
identify your daughter's body

"and I am sorry you
had to do that."

"Please understand.
I would never have killed her

"if I had known she
was pregnant..."

'..babies are innocent,

'and I have always felt very
protective of children.'

'Part of me says, "What's one less
person on this earth?"

'Part of me hopes I do not have
to meet you face-to-face

'in this world or the next
to explain.'

'I took her driver's licence
from her blue wallet -

'now I'm giving it back.'

'You won't see the cat again -
cats are evil creatures.'

'One must have chaos in oneself
to give birth to a dancing star.'

Hello, you.

It's from Thus Spake Zara...

Zarathustra. Yes, Nietzsche.
Have you got the context?

"I say unto you: one must still
have chaos in oneself

"to be able to give birth
to a dancing star."

"Alas, the time of the most
despicable man is coming."

"He that is no longer able
to despise himself."

"Behold, I show you the last man.
What is love?"

"What is creation? What is longing?
What is a star?"

"Thus asks the last
man and blinks."

We have your fingerprints
on record, Marion.

We're going to need
yours, too, sir.

Of course.

We'll take a look at these.

Fingerprints, paper analysis,
ink analysis.

We'll check for indentations.

This could be very significant
for us.

He talks about meeting me
in this world or the next.

Yes.

I believe he has had faith at some
point in his life.

I'd like to make an appeal.
A public appeal.

I'd like to ask him
to stop what he's doing.

Stop these terrible crimes.

Give himself up.

Repent and ask for God's
forgiveness.

Hey, Joan, it's me.
How are the kids?

'Ah, they're grand.'

Has Paul left for work yet?

'Ten, 15 minutes ago.'

Is there any way you can
stay tonight?

'All night?'

Baby girl Mitchell's
off the life support.

And I want to see it through
with her mother.

'Oh, God. I really can't, Sally.'

It's OK.

'I'm sorry, I have to
leave by nine at the latest.'

OK.

Are you sure it's him? Not a hoax?

I think it's him.

Expressing remorse?

Yes, remorse.

Just not about the murder itself
as Ian Kay would like to think.

Then what?

Well, he spent the most time
with Sarah Kay.

He posed her carefully.
Painted her nails, did her hair.

Everything perfect.

Probably took photographs,
beautiful photographs.

And then he heard
the news that she was pregnant.

I believe it when he says he wouldn't
have killed a pregnant woman.

That has a ring of truth.

So remorse, that his perfect
kill had been tainted, spoiled?

Hmm.

What about this Ian Kay appeal?

I think it would give
the killer pleasure...

..an opportunity to gloat.

But it could be invaluable to us.

It could open up a line
of communication between us.

I've never gone up here.

I twisted Ferrington's arm.
She told me where you were.

It's a good place
to clear the head.

I just wanted to say thank you.

For your help.

I didn't do anything.

Yes.

You did.

I froze.

I've never done that before.

I should have seen it coming.

A man eaten up with guilt...

..in fear for his life.

About to lose his job,
his reputation, his freedom.

I should have had someone
else in the room with me.

We all make mistakes.

I don't want to stop holding her.

You don't have to.

When you're ready
we can wash and dress her.

Take some photos if you like?

Yes.

There's someone to see you, ma'am.

Who?

Rose Stagg?
A friend of Professor Reed Smith?

I spent years interviewing
the victims of rape.

I don't think anyone
ever felt worse

after talking to me about
their experiences.

I was in my last year of medical
studies at the university.

I already had a boyfriend

when I met a guy in one
of the Student Union bars.

And he was a student too?

I think so.

Literature? Maybe Queen's
or Stranmillis.

And how old was he, would you say?

22, 23.

We'd spent a couple of nights
together.

What sort of sex did you have?

The sort that went on all night.

Rough?

Yes, but tender, too.

But then a strange thing happened.

We'd both been drinking.

Maybe too much.

We were in bed together.

I woke to find his hands
around my throat.

Was he raping you? No.

At first I couldn't work out
what was happening.

The look in his eyes
was really cold.

I started fighting him,

but I couldn't get his hands
away from my throat.

Take your time.

'Right, stick the kettle on.
I'm bursting.'

'Do you want some music on?' 'Aye.'

'The pain was acute.'

'I felt as though my lungs
would burst, my head.'

'I was in total panic.'

'I've never felt such strength
in someone before or since.'

How did you get away from him?

I didn't.

Suddenly I could breathe again.

I was gasping for breath

and his hands weren't around
my neck any more.

I felt like I'd
returned from the dead.

'He sort of sat up and came to.'

Was he aroused?
Did he have an erection?

Oh, yes.

He, erm, got up from the bed
and stumbled away.

What happened then?
I felt sick.

I was sick.

I lay down on the bed.

I just laid there.

I think I went to sleep.

What the...?

I had bruises all over my neck
and marks from my fingernails

where I'd tried to get his hands
away from my throat.

I was hoarse for days.

I couldn't swallow.

Did you meet with him again?

Just once.

Did he apologise?

Yes, he did.

Did he offer any kind
of explanation for his behaviour?

He said he wanted to know
what it was like...

..to make love to someone
who was unconscious.

Make love?

Fuck.

Hello?

The door's open.

Hello? Be careful.

And you haven't seen him since?

No.

Even glimpsed him, about town? No.

And you know of him as Peter?
Anything else?

I know it seems crazy...

..being in bed with a guy when you
don't know anything about him.

Just his first name.

I learnt my lesson.

You're wanted, ma'am.

It's urgent.

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