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Give me that mushroom. Do not draw on
mushrooms.

Am I a hussy? What? Am I a hussy?

No, you're not a hussy. Who said that?

What's a hussy? It's an item of clothing
worn by Russian men.

Fucking loser.

One of us is only a bit of blood.

An ambulance is on its way.

I'm just going to see if I can find you
some water.

Oh, sweet.

Stupid cheap shoes.

Oh, dear.

It's not your day, is it?

No, it's not.

At least I haven't got far to walk.

Well, look, why don't you go home?

I know a first aid. I can stay with him
until help gets here. No, no, no, it's

fine. No.

No, no, look, you've been the Good
Samaritan enough for one night.

This country could do with more people
just like you and less like those gene

pool rejects. I beg your fucking pardon?

I could sue you for breach of law libel
of character.

Find out what it means first.

Look, why don't you get on to your
husband?

Oh, right, yeah.

It's looking tonight.

Blimey, you've got one of the good ones.

One of the best.

The absolute best.

Okay, see you later.

Will you two hurry up? It's going to be
cold, Dave.

Evening, wife.

What's that?

Oh, don't be a wuss.

It's just a bit of blood.

You've done it again, haven't you?

Well, yeah, pretty much.

Where?

Onto the bridge, by the bungalows.

Okay.

Right.

For better or worse, Dave.

Never forget that.

For better or worse.

So? So, how was Mum's day?

Mum had a bit of a nightmare day today.

Why was that?

Mum had an accident on the way home,
didn't you Mum?

What kind of accident?

Yeah Mum, what kind of accident did you
have?

I broke my heel on my shoes and then I
lost it by the cycle path.

Was it the cheap ones?

Yes, it was the cheap ones.

See, I told you to get the same as
Sabina's mum.

Well, I won't have to now because Dad
went back and got it for me, didn't you,

Dad?

Yeah. Dad went back and got it. And
everything's fine, isn't it, Dad?

David.

Well, maybe.

If I didn't have those cheap shoes, and
I did have Sabina's mum's nice expensive

shoes, then they wouldn't have broke,
and your dad wouldn't have had to go

and deal with it for me.

Right, but where did all your clothes
go?

Oh, they got covered in mud. It was this
horrible, red, clayey, disgusting mud.

It was a nightmare out there.

Stop! It's a bit of a waste doing a half
load, isn't it?

A half load?

Yes, Mummy says it's better for the
planet to do a full load. Of course it's

better for the animals and the planet
and the creatures.

Look, I'm putting the bottle in, kiddo.
Look, there we go. See, look there. We

saved the Earth, you and me, yeah?

Now let's go and eat dinner. Come on.

So the kid's asleep.

Well?

Rose?

Are you okay?

That's a stupid question, wasn't it?

A better question would be, what's wrong
with me?

Why has this happened again?

Well, it's only twice.

Twice don't make it a habit, does it?

Listen, this is what we're going to do.

From now on, I'll drive you to and from
work, right?

I mean, you're probably still scared
about when you're nearly at... Let's

say public transport isn't your thing.

I can't have you do everything for me. I
don't want you to do everything for me.

I signed up to love, honour and obey,
remember?

Yes, but I don't think love, honour and
obey add...

Bury in the small print.

I'm just trying to help. You shouldn't
have to.

This shouldn't be happening.

This is my responsibility again. I
can't. Twice, David.

I mean, once is an accident, but a
second... Listen to me.

It'll be all right, cos I'm here now,
right?

And anyway, like you say, it was an
accident, wasn't it?

Of course it was. Of course it was.

They were following me.

There was this creepy man at the bus
stop.

Then he got on the bus, and then he
followed me, and he went running under

bridge behind me, and I just got that
dread in the back of my head. If he was

following you, then that's self
-defence, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, well, it would have been
self -defence, you know, if it were the

same.

Oh.

Jogger. Definitely.

Well, he had this on him.

What is it?

Sponsor form, I think.

Oh, Christ, like I made this. It's for
cancer, Dave.

Fucking cancer.

You were wise bringing him back here.

I panicked.

The first thought was to dump him in the
river, but I saw him pulling somebody

out only last Tuesday.

I understand.

You panicked, which is exactly what I
did, right?

Right. Right, that's what you did.

I mean, you thought you had a stalker,
didn't you? And then, like I say, you

panicked and sunk your eel in his
jugular. Yes, that's it. That's exactly

happened. And then you threw him in
here.

Well, thanks for bringing me up to
speed.

Ow! I was kidding.

Sort of.

The police will frown on this.

I did think about ringing him, Dave. I
did. But then I remembered you had the

dinner on and the kids need help with
the homework. Listen, listen.

Stop worrying about it. I'm going to fix
it.

Now, we'll leave him in the van
overnight and we'll decide where we're

dump him tomorrow morning, OK?

Do you think we should double bag him?

There's a bit of a smell starting.

I won't worry about that.

I've got a pine fresh I can hang on him.

Great.

Oh, and if you can finish that pond this
weekend too, it'd be brilliant.

Priority first, eh?

Come on.

Rose, hi.

Sorry I startled you. Shit, I guess you
did startle me. If I startle you, it

means stopping heartbeat in ten seconds.

Hopefully in a good way, right?

Always like to give the ladies a little
start.

So, I was wondering if you could take
care of this account with some

work on the property.

See what those wonderful eyes of yours
can make of it.

Well, I'll see what I can do with my...

Wonderful eyes.

Of course you will.

See you soon.

Thank you.

Be careful.

You too.

Bye. I love you.

Come on.

Nice gaff, eh, Mr C?

Dave. It's Dave.

Christ, is that so hard to understand?

Who do you think you are, you, the Fonz?

The what?

The Fonz. Oh, forget it.

You kid.

Mr C, you got a line?

Oh, fucking hell, Mr C, it's not like
he's a spliff.

Let's just get some work done and then
maybe we can think about getting paid,

eh?

Leave that!

Fuck you.

Get out the hell. It's got my tongue
now.

That is expensive stuff for them
footings round the back, right?

Like I say, it's very, very expensive,
so just leave it to me. Just point, and

will do.

You forgot to cover it up, didn't you?

Shut up, you dick. You fucked it up,
didn't you? Callum!

Get a bucket.

Tit.

Get some stone in that mix.

Callum! Come and brew up.

Callum!

Put a teabag in it with time.

You know I left the thing.

Yeah?

Get that stuff in there.

Job's a good one.

Problem solved?

Yeah. Problem solved.

Or rather buried. Thank God for that.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I'm so sorry you had to do that.

You do know that, right?

You never have to apologise for me. You
remember that.

I try, but... You think murder would
warrant an apology or something?

I've just been dreading it was like last
time.

It wasn't like last time, was it?

No, nothing like laughter.

Want to share a taxi?

Oh, yeah, let's. I'm too freaked out to
go anywhere on my own now. Well, I'm all

right because Dave's picking me up.

Oh, do you know what he's been doing all
night? He's been sorting out Emma's

birthday party for tomorrow.

Oh, you've got the best husband. I know,
he's amazing.

Actually, do you fancy a drink? I could
do with one after that.

Yeah, come on, let's go. All right, see
you later. Bye.

Are you sure you don't want us to wait?

Oh, it's fine. Dave will have been
inside the car park for ten minutes,

me, so see you.

Dave?

Where are you?

I'm at the van, but there's this man
stalking me or something.

Come, come quickly.

No, I don't, hang up. Dave, hang up.

It's down the floor.

Rose, what's bloody happening? What's
all this about? You've been following...

What the fuck?

Put it

back where you found it and grab his
legs.

We should probably go to the police.

Hmm?

Yeah, I guess.

The station's just around the corner.

Yeah.

Was it, um... self -defence?

Sort of.

Sort of.

He freaked me out, OK?

Right. The film was really scary, I was
by myself and I... Was it any good?

What? The film.

I'm going to be sick.

Yeah, I'm definitely going to be sick.

Oh, popcorn.

They're not going to buy it, are they?

They freak me out.

I'm going to jail, aren't I?

I killed a man and I'm going to jail. No
one's saying that. I'm saying that.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Listen.

If we just get rid of it, him, I mean,
no one saw you, or us.

If he was to just go away...

Then there wouldn't be the interviews,
the police,

or jail.

So we're going to do this.

We're going to get rid of a human body.

It looks that way.

We can't take it back.

If we do this, it's forever.

That's one way to look at it.

I prefer another.

It's just one of those things, isn't it?

It's like toast.

It pops up, we butter it, we eat it, we
never talk about it again.

Like toast?

Yeah.

Either that, or we just think of him as
a really big roadkill.

I'd definitely prefer that.

Stop that.

It's all right, it just relaxes me.
Well, it's distracting me. Sorry.

Casual rifling through the wallet of a
man you've just killed.

Accidentally killed.

Fine.

Accidentally killed.

What are you hoping to find? A sissy?

And what do you want? An abate?

No, I just think it's important. You
know, you should know a bit about the

person that you've offered, right?

Right, right.

Just stop doing that, please.

Wait, I've got it.

I know what we have to do.

Dispose of her body?

No, before that.

You've got to be fucking kidding.

No, one more inch.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Okay, then.

Yeah, that looks good to me.

Now then.

Take the scalpel.

Scalpel.

Cut along the dotted line.

And when you get a good opening, you'll
be looking for a kidney bean the size of

a fist.

Are you sure about that?

Look, David, this book taught me
everything I needed to know about the

body when I was a girl.

Yeah, you an animal lector.

David! Sorry, that was a bad joke.

This is no time to be squeamish.

We've done a bad thing, and this is the
moral thing to do, to set it right.

As right as we can set it. Yes, I agree,
under the circumstances.

But this, this, this is insane.

That's all.

I mean, why can't we just bury him under
some concrete or something?

Let's get rid of the leftovers later
somehow.

We don't even know if his bits are of
any use.

He's been dead an hour. He's bloody
freezing in here. He's probably

Yes, but how long does the human body
last? I don't know, David.

But I'm guessing not long, which is
exactly why we can't waste any time.

get cutting.

Into the left.

For fuck's sake.

Michelle Benson.

Dave?

Don't watch me!

A little journey.

Patrick, come on.

Inside.

David?

What are you doing?

Been naughty.

What the f - Well, I've never seen a
bear fall out of a tree with quite that

much velocity.

Now, with some breaking news on these so
-called organ donor killings, here's

Gemma Deeming.

Thanks, Millie.

You find us here in a very cold, wet
children's play area, where hot on the

heels of the horrific organ donor
killer, which many of you will know is

recent grisly incident in which a cool
box full of human organs was left

the local A &E, comes this latest
gruesome discovery.

the perpetrator of which has been
labelled the Helium Balloon Killer.

A series of helium balloons have been
found scattered across the city, tangled

in trees, laid in fields, bearing human
remains.

Police are playing down any links to the
organ donation, which, despite its

ghoulish overtones, did go on to save
the lives of many patients awaiting

donation. Local police have failed to
comment.

Oh, she's there, she's there. Get her,
get her. Inspector! Inspector!

We need a comment from you. No comment
means no bloody comment.

Yeah, but we need something... Oh, look,
just fuck off.

Bloody hell.

500? That was target figure.

Well, trust you for doing a background
check on your latest bloody victim.

Don't say victim as if I did it on
purpose.

Anyway, it's the least we can do,
especially after the last time. I mean,

knows where them balloons ended up.

France, for all we know.

Look, my head wasn't straight, OK?

You know that me smoking weed makes me
sweaty.

And a whole bottle of whiskey.

Murder can drive a man to drink.

I know that.

Look, this is hard for me too, you know.

It's the last thing I think about at
night and the first thing in the

don't want to be that kind of person.

And you're not.

Do you not think I would have done what
I did if I didn't know that?

It's not like you're going to do it
again, is it?

Never do what again?

Er, mix red with white, think washing
machine. Paddy, come on.

That Paddy the Penguin, it gives me
eebie -jeebies every time I look at him.

makes me edgy. Who doesn't these days?

So, are we solving?

What?

Are we in the black?

They're teaching you more than they
taught me at school.

It's important to be knowledgeable about
money and the current financial

climate.

Who are you?

Morning. Why don't you come in, Callum?

You're late.

Yes, Ozard, Mr C.

Morning, Emsi, Patrick.

My own apprentice.

Greetings, Master.

No!

Listen, I'll sort this later.

Are you with me?

Yeah. Why are you with me?

Always.

Come on.

Don't worry.

I'll bring you back in one piece.

Hard at work.

I know I am.

So, I was just wondering, could you show
some property on Lonzo Street to a

young couple? Sure.

They'll be there in 20.

Here, the pretty keen.

Sure you can nail it.

Just grab some keys from the box and go
and do what you do best, eh?

Right.

So this is a very nice house on a nice
street.

There's nice rooms with a nice amount of
space.

It's very nice all round.

Yeah, beautiful.

I love the woodwork.

Just one query.

What about the killings?

Sorry? Don't you watch the news?

There's supposed to be like two serial
killers currently being pursued by

in this area.

Don't exaggerate.

Just the one. The organ donor killer.

Yeah, but now there's new ones turned
up. They're calling the helium balloon

killer.

Blimey.

Is that sort of thing commonplace here?

No. Oh, no, it's fine. I mean, it's no
big deal.

People pop the clothes around here all
the time.

Well, you'd think something like that
going on in this neighbourhood should

knock off some of the asking price.

Easy, honey.

It's very reasonably priced for its
size.

Have a look at that garden out there.

You could bury a whale out there.

You could.

It is. I mean, he's right. You're right.
I mean, I don't know whether you could

bury a whale feasibly in there. I
suppose it depends on the species,

the moral of the story is, your man is
right.

Always rely on a husband's judgement.

I do.

Not entirely feminist, I know, but the
fact of the matter is, some men are

better than... others.

Do you just want to have a little look
upstairs?

Yeah.

Fair room up there, you know.

Perfect for a crib.

Rose!

Lovely stuff.

I knew I'd find you here.

That's because you sent me here.

Right, right, exactly.

Why I came round to that.

Thought we could put our heads together
on this one, see what came out.

And as charming as the results would be,
I think I can handle this.

Rose, there's no shame in asking for a
helping hand.

I'm not asking for a helping hand, and
if I was, I wouldn't ask you. I'd ask

David, my husband.

Ah, yes, David.

Got him running round in circles on an
errand, have you? I bet you do.

Nary a man who can't be wrapped round
either of those little fingers of yours.

That's why I respect you so much.

Because of my little fingers?

Exactly.

Want to know what I can do with mine?

Oh, hello.

Hi, I'm Edmund Norman. Pleased to meet
you. Hi.

Can we ask you some questions?

Of course you can. Everyone asks
questions. Right, Rose.

And right now, your most important
question is... Is it the home for you?

Well, er... Yeah, yeah.

Right, yeah. Well, you're in good hands
now, sir.

Rose, stick the kettle on. There's a
good girl.

the clogs around here all the time.

Rose? Look what I've just found.

There's a couple back there. Look like
they're going to make an offer.

Thought we could have a little one -on
-one time to celebrate.

If I was going to have some one -on -one
time, I'd spend it with my husband.

Oh, but he's so unhappy.

I can see it in your eyes.

And the longing and the desire...

It's okay.

You don't have to do anything. I'll do
all the heavy lifting.

You're so lovely, Rose.

So lovely.

This is the kitchen.

Mrs Clement.

You're probably going to need a shower.

Not a prison shower, right?

I'm sorry, that was a joke.

I gathered. I'm Inspector Hickson. This
is Sergeant Morgan.

Now, you state that Mr. Norman attempted
to assault you and you just

reacted.

Yes, but I swear it was a total
accident. I mean...

He was always coming on to me at work
and going on and on about the things he

wanted to do to me, but, you know, I
never thought anything of it. I just

thought it was a bit of workplace sexual
harassment. I mean, it happens all the

time, doesn't it? But in the kitchen, he
was really coming on to me. He was

behind me, and then he put his hand on
me, and I tried to push him off, and I

just... Well, I... I just... Severed his
external carotid artery with a

clipboard.

Well, when you think like that, it
doesn't sound so bad, does it?

Kind of.

Oh, God.

serial killer, Anna.

Well, technically speaking, you have to
have killed three people in three

separate incidents to claim that
particular title. And this looks like

justifiable, if slightly improbable,
self -defence with an unfortunate fatal

outcome.

It does.

Darling, I've seen a lot of crime scenes
and yours, well, you couldn't plan that

sort of thing to happen even if you
tried, which I don't think you did.

I really, really didn't. Exactly.

I'm free to go.

For now.

We'll be certifying it as accidental
death. If the family wants to file a

complaint in court, they can, but I
don't. Just see a jail cell for now.

Quite clear who the victim is here.

Doesn't hurt your defence that Ed had
quite a history of sexual harassment

cases.

Did his best to hide it, but seems old
habits die hard, eh?

Die hard.

It was a bit rapey.

That's exactly what the couple that were
viewing the house said.

Oh, did they say if they changed their
minds?

What about their statement?

No, about taking the house.

No, they didn't.

Right, well, I'll leave you to it. All
right, you get yourself home safe, boss.

See you in the RFS.

So, um, am I really OK to go?

Sure. Some killings are easier to write
off than others.

Consider yourself very lucky.

I wouldn't advise doing it again,
obviously.

There'll be an officer on her way down
to help you with your clothes, and there

is counselling available if you need it.

Are you alright?

Just out of curiosity...

You say you've been doing this a while.
I'm wondering if you've ever come up

with any theories as to why people kill,
you know, on purpose, I mean.

Well, if you're talking serial killers,
there's three main reasons. Child abuse,

mental illness, or sometimes something
as simple as a blow to the head can make

someone lose all their conscience.

That's fascinating.

It is, isn't it?

OK, well, bye, Mrs Policewoman.

I'm Mrs Clement.

Where are they?

Mary.

What, Mum?

She's just had to talk to some people
for a while. She'll be back soon.

Promise?

I promise.

I'm hungry for something fresh.

Oh, crap.

I'm going to eat some dinner in a
minute. I forgot.

Oh, God, I fall apart when your mum's
not here.

Tell me about it. You're like that kid
in Home Alone when he grew up.

Well, great.

That's great.

Mum! Rod!

Oh, God.

Where have you been? I've been worried
sick.

They wouldn't tell me anything other
than that you'd been taken in for

questioning. Mum got arrested?

Cool.

No. They wanted advice on how to catch
criminals, because I know a secret crime

-fighting technique.

Like Batman?

Exactly like Batman.

Awesome.

Listen, you two.

Do you want to give your mum and dad a
minute, and then I'll come through and

make you an ice cream sandwich?

Yes!

Looks like a bomb's gone off in here,
Dave.

Yeah, I know.

They got away from me.

I've been preoccupied.

You're preoccupied?

How is it that somehow I managed to keep
the house looking in my blood, stopped

them two from running amok with the same
shit on my mind?

Please don't kill the children.

Don't say that. Well, I'm stressed.

Oh, don't be so pathetic.

I keep saying the wrong thing. Yes, you
do.

Listen, I have done my damnedest to keep
this place in order.

Have you not noticed it?

David, I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry too.

Come here.

Hey.

Hey, listen.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

What did they want you for?

All that.

I may have killed Ed.

Me? All right, I did, but not in a
cackling lunatic type manner, I swear.

Well, I don't.

Usual way, but clipboard this time.
Clipboard? Oh, it don't matter, but...

God, Dave, there was blood everywhere.

And then the viewers came in and they
saw everything and that was that.

Christ.

The funny thing is, though, if they
hadn't come in, I probably would have

to hide it like the other two.

So in a way they kind of saved me from
my bad habits.

Bad habits?

Alright, extreme example.

So they just let you off?

Yeah. How come?

Because it was self -defence.

And they could see that.

Finally managed to kill somebody and
make it look like an accident.

Three people, Dave.

I'm a serial killer.

Don't you say that. I've killed three
people, David.

It's not normal.

I'm not normal.

Come here. Now listen, you are... We are
not a serial killer couple.

At least not on purpose.

Did I buy you that dress?

Once more for the cheap seats.

Okay, so the victim we've been trying to
ID in the helium balloon killer case

turns out is the same person as the
organ donor killer case. Why does every

have to have a nickname?

Are you kidding me? We've got the
clipboard killer now, thanks to that

from the estate agent. I can't wait to
see what happens next. Well, I'll try to

register that as eagerness to solve the
case and not bloodlust.

All right, tell me something I don't
know.

Our victim is Brett Clark.

29 white male.

I believe this is as much of him as
we're likely to find.

The rest has probably been devoured by
any number of animals, not to mention

parts that could have fallen into
various bodies of water.

Looks like a really grim, unfinished
jigsaw puzzle, doesn't it?

He appears to have been killed by a
massive trauma to the

back of the...

Head.

Head.

This occurred around the same time as a
severe injury to the right eye socket.

I believe his eye may have been removed
as a souvenir.

The other is intact.

And it's doubtful it was taken by vermin
due to the lack of telltale gnawing

in that region.

Missing persons report said he was last
seen leaving the cinema he worked at

around. Eleven.

Anything else?

The organs were in a shabby state, so it
doesn't look like we're looking for

anyone with medical knowledge.

Were they even partially well removed?

My fictional niece could have done a
better job. That's before you even

the disposal method, if you can call it
that.

Honestly.

When will people learn acid solves all
your problems?

At least balloons are original.

The winds had been kind. The rest of the
body could have fallen in the sea and

never been found.

Or maybe our purpose was taking the piss
off.

The killer doesn't have any medical
skills and decides to dispose of the

evidence by balloon, but went to the
trouble of donating a set of organs to

hospital with the clear intention that
they should be used.

Leaving the organs like that is not a
statement.

It's atonement.

Excuse me?

A guilty conscience is the mother of
invention.

Mark, go back to Missing Persons and see
if you can find any other anonymous

donation.

What, like more floating body parts? No,
not like body parts, but other things.

Turning up to fulfil an obligation.

Ease a guilty mind.

For all we know, others may have been
killed and weren't disposed of in the

spectacular fashion and didn't need as
grisly an apology.

An apology?

What do you think this is? Some kind of
buzzer fingers?

A trauma to the head like this is
consistent with a fall.

This could have been an accidental
death.

Accident? Did you not hear what you said
about the missing eye? I've seen worse

in A &E on a Saturday night after a
match.

It could be that the Vic got into a
fight over which vampire film was best,

a dive, lost an eyeball in the process,
and the perp, in a fit of desperation,

tried to make up for it with a cool box
of...

That is fucked up.

Either way, I don't think this is going
to respond to normal procedures.

So let's get out of here and do some
investigating.

Besides, I have a craving for a
croissant.

Oh, and make sure the local hospitals
know. If any other organs turn up, they

are not to use them.

I don't care if little Stacey needs a
new lung. It's fucked with my crime

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

I've got visions of body parts flying
around my head.

Oh, God, I've put you off sex for life,
haven't I? No, no, no, no, you haven't.

You haven't. It's just... It'll be all
right. It'll get better.

Listen, it's not you, it's me.

Don't say that. Of course it's me.

It's not you.

I knew it.

You don't fancy me anymore.

You don't fancy me because I'm a serial
killer.

What?

Hey!

Hey.

I know you're not.

Right?

I know you.

That's funny because the more I look
into it, the more I think I fit the

and it scares me.

Listen to me.

of a serial killer.

It wouldn't sound very good, would it?

And anyway, I've fancied you for ages.

I'm just a bit confused.

I know this isn't exactly what you
signed on for when we got married, but I

didn't picture this either.

I thought we'd get married, have the
best kids in the world and then...

Fuck off to Majorca every year until
we're too wrinkled to move.

Then we'd die in a posh old folks' home,
matching rocking chairs and our false

teeth by our feet.

Got the first two right, didn't we?

Yeah, we did.

Rose? Mm?

You're a miles better wife than I
deserve.

Don't say that.

Why, it's true.

I'd be lost without you.

And the kids would.

You saved my life.

How can you say that when you know
everything that I've done?

Because I love you.

Let me guess.

Rose Clements, in the kitchen, with the
clip -on. Funny.

I've found someone a missing person.

Paul Emerick.

Disappeared a week after Brett.

Go on.

Apparently, he was listed for a charity
marathon.

His target goal was £500. And, shortly
after he went missing, that amount was

anonymously left in cash on the doorstep
of the charity in question.

Cotton Cancer Care, I believe.

That's a good cause.

Any money missing from his account? No,
which means it's highly likely that the

killer paid the debt.

Which supports your crazy little theory.

Not quite as grisly an apology as organ
donation. I'm not done yet.

If we have a killer with a conscience
who feels compelled to recompense people

for their crimes so haphazardly, I think
we can pretty much throw out

premeditation and the likelihood that
the victims knew their killer.

You can't still think these are
accidents.

I mean, who'd have that kind of shippy
look? Anybody, given the right kind of

bad timing.

Here, Granite.

That's what you're mapped for.

This is the jogging route that Paul
Emmerich took every other night in

for his charity marathon.

He left for one and never came back.

And what do you try to find on this
little route?

Something unlikely, come on. Use your
brain.

OK.

The traffic report said there was a

minor delay due to some kind of a bus
malfunction

quite close to the route on the night in
question.

What if, and I mean what if, our killer
is opportunistic, unlucky, whatever,

they're on that bus.

They get derailed and they decide to use
the same route as our Vic to get home.

Now, Paul went on his run every other
night at 7pm. According to the log, the

bus broke down just after 7 .20 at a
point alongside his route approximately

minutes before he would have got there.

And you reckon that two ships crossed in
the night, only one?

exactly i'm going to look at the cctv
footage from the cinema again you see if

you can dig up any other victims keep it
on the download for now i don't think

the chief will go for our accidental
killer theory until we've got something

more concrete fair enough you better be
quick though with this killer's look who

knows who could be next

Rose, hi. I was hoping you'd be in.

May I come in?

Sure.

You can come through here, Mary. Let me
just move this out of the way for you.

And then I'll get you a cup of tea. You
do want a cup of tea?

That would be lovely, thanks. Okay.

I just wanted to pick your brain,
really. My brain is free for the

Two sugars, please.

What?

Two sugars with my tea. No problem.

That's lovely, thanks.

So, how can my brain be of help?

Well, I may have mentioned that I'm
working the organ donor case.

I don't recall.

Well... I've been trying to piece
together how these events could have

I mean, it all just seems so unlikely.

So I was thinking about the unlikely and
I thought of you.

How kind.

Not to be rude, but you do have some
experience in the field.

Field? What field?

Oh.

You mean the clipboard thing?

Exactly.

So you're thinking the organ donor uses
a clipboard?

I thought you used balloons.

No.

I was starting to wonder if there could
be accidents.

Accidents much like the one you had the
other day.

Yes.

Which started as self -defence, correct?

Yes. So, if it happened once, it could
happen again.

Beg your pardon?

If it happened once, it could happen
again. You should be careful.

Well, I plan on never using the
clipboard again, but I get your point.

I hope so.

Whoever the balloon donor helium what's
-it -killer is, if it turned out to be

that they're not entirely responsible
for the death of their victims, well,

there's less and less I could do to help
if they continue to hide their crimes.

Do you think they should hand themselves
in?

Someone with that kind of bad luck just
doesn't exist.

Whether they think so or not,
subconsciously they're making those

And the longer it carries on, one day it
really won't be an accident.

One day someone will get hurt and it
will be deliberate.

People suck at keeping their true nature
at bay, even around their loved ones.

But then again, I could be wrong.

Could be all one crazy coincidence.

Could be.

I'm all for coincidences.

Encountered one this very day, in fact.
I was looking at some CCTV footage of

one of our victims when I spied you at
the same cinema where our first victim

disappeared.

Really?

That is a coincidence.

Not that I go to the cinema, which I do,
just that I was there that night.

Weird.

I didn't say what night.

No, I was just guessing, presuming that
that's the reason why you mentioned me

being at the cinema, because that was
the night that I went.

That night.

Well, don't worry about it for now.

It's just little old me that's seen it.
Why would I be worried?

You have a, how can I say, a skittish
air about you?

I admit it.

I can be a bit jumpy.

About what?

Because there's just so much in the
world.

I know exactly what you mean.

A woman can't walk down the street and
feel entirely safe.

The world we live in, right?

Now more than ever.

Makes one fear for society as well as
oneself.

I'm surprised there aren't more murders.

Yes, what you just said.

Well, I should be going. I just wanted
to run all that past you.

See what you thought.

Well, I'm flattered.

Are you not going to finish your tea?
No, I should be getting back to the

office. The clock's ticking on this case
and I have a sneaking feeling it's

going to come to an end very soon.

Depends how much blood certain people
want on their hands.

I'll see you soon, Mrs Clements.

inspector right kids

What are you doing here?

Easy, Mr. T.

Rose gave me a bus.

Some kind of emergency.

Wanted to watch over the little ones
till you got on.

Rose left you in charge of our kit.

What do you mean?

I get on great with the little fuckers.
And anyway, it's under due rest.

I'd best be off. I've got a fine lady
waiting for me.

I'm on a promise.

I don't care.

Where's Rose?

She said she had to go shopping or
something. She's left, you know.

Laters. Laters, kid.

Oh shit.

Ken, get your jacket on.

What's it look like?

You didn't kill somebody for that, did
you?

Very funny.

I'm not joking.

I'm here to rescue you.

No.

I have to come clean. It'll only get
worse.

It won't. It will.

Tell me where the drug's at!

I'm a killer, David. I can't be around
you and the kids. I could hurt you.

The only thing that's going to get hurt
is this family not having you in it.

You don't know that.

I do know that.

Because I know you.

I trust you.

I bloody love you.

You're not a killer, Rose.

How are we going to get out of here,
then?

Simple. The van's out back.

We're just going to breathe out.

Get home, grab the kids, pack our bags
and fuck off. Just like that?

Just like that.

Now, come on, before your luck comes
calling.

Hey!

Otherwise they're going to get caught.

Oh, you haven't seen Hickson, have you?

Um... Supposed to be in interview room
three. There's somebody in

there waiting for her.

Somebody have a name?

Rose... something.

Not... not Rose Clement.

Could be.

Wow. You are a credit to that unicorn.

Did we do the right thing?

I mean, I think she was on to me, right?
So maybe we did the right thing.

Look, I didn't mean to.

It was a... David, I know if there's one
person that understands that, it's me,

right? But it don't look great.

I know.

I mean, I know it was an accident.

Look, technically, I didn't... I
didn't... Kill her?

Yes, right.

But it looks like we... It just doesn't
look good. Did we do the right thing by

putting her in there?

Listen.

Santa's arose that just caused us to
change tactics, that's all. But by

those tactics it involves incriminating
you as well.

My only tactic was to make sure that you
stay free, that's all.

Because we are in some deep shit now, my
love.

The deepest type of deep shit.

Johanna? Do you have an address for a
Rose Clements?

Yeah, the clipboard killer.

Say that again.

Get them doing that, quick.

Rose, I think she's spun the leak.

Get a hold of her.

Come on, love.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. It'll be fine. It'll
be over with soon. What are we doing?

Just take him in back.

Come on, Rose.

Come on.

What's up, love?

Do you really think we should... Look,
we have to bury her, right?

I'm thinking the best place is the pond,
yeah? I mean, you're always harping on

at me about getting it finished. Why
don't we take her back to the police

station? Why would we do that?

Because it was an accident, like all my
work.

Listen to me.

This is how it has to be. Do you
understand?

It's like you said, she was on to us.

That means that it wouldn't be long
until...

Jails, Rose.

Prison.

A life for the kids without a mother.
Look, you can't ever leave me like that

again. Do you understand?

You can't leave them.

Especially them.

This family's nothing without you.

I was scared. I know you were. I am
doing everything in my power to un

you.

Just trust me.

I trust you.

Good.

Now listen.

We're going to bury Mary.

And that'll buy us some time.

We've gone past the getting found out
stage, right? We're moving on to fleeing

to a non -extradition country phase.

Well, as long as it goes the way I don't
care.

Well, sweet Christ, thank you.
Something's easy.

Look, I'm going to have to tell the kids
something.

Well, you go and pack. I'll finish it.

Rose?

Patrick, go upstairs and pack a bag for
you and your sister.

What? But where are we going?

Please, Patrick, I haven't got time to
explain.

Mum, is everything okay?

Patrick!

Mum, are we going somewhere?

Yeah, Emma.

It's a bit of a surprise, but we're
going on holiday.

Yay! Now go and help your brother pack
his bags. Wait, can I just finish my

picture? Please, sweetheart, I haven't
got time to explain.

Can I borrow some of your red?

Go and help me throw the package bag on.

It's a beast out there.

Just come up for my phone.

You alright?

What, you've seen a corpse?

Got you.

See what you see?

Just signal.

Come on.

Come on.

That will get me in the way of this,
right?

I think I killed Callum.

All right, then.

Are you ready?

Stop.

We're going to get them two sorted out
now.

David!

David! Oh, David!

David! David! Oh, God, David!

Oh, you're bleeding!

David! David!

Wake up, David! Are you okay?

Oh, my God, you're bleeding!

David! David!

Nobody's getting you out of here. Come
on. Come on, let's get you out of here.

Oh, David.

Oh, God.

I love you.

Frig, Mick, what's going on?

You bacon -headed fuckers are not going
to believe this. My boss was a mencap,

caught him burying bodies and
everything.

Where is he now?

Down there with the rest of them. Tried
to take me and his missus down with him

in a blaze of glory like.

Oh, made an effort to save him, mate.

Fucking saved me.

Is this true?

Mrs. Clements?

Is any... Mrs. Clements, can you hear
me? Are you all right? Is this true?

Which is common.

Local resident David Clements has been
identified as the organ donor killer and

indeed the helium balloon killer.

In a grisly turn of events, the truth
has emerged that Clements' reign of

terror, which claimed the lives of up to
four people, unconfirmed, ended when he

kidnapped his own wife, Rose Clements,
and attempted to murder her after she

went to police to confront them about
her husband's crimes.

During their flight from the police
station, Inspector Mary Hickson was

tragically killed in action.

So far, Mrs Clements has been too
traumatised to speak about her ordeal.

However, it has been revealed that
unlikely hero Callum Palmer saved Mrs

Clements from her husband's killer
rampage.

Could you explain what happened the
fateful night that's in question? Yeah,

yeah. Well, one minute I was just kind
of like stood there looking for him and

he took a cheap shot, didn't he? You
know, because he saw how big I was and

just came over with a spear and knocked
me back at her. I mean, what kind of man

does that? You know, from behind.

And the next thing I know, the walls
were in pond kind of thing and I was

pulling her out, you know, because she
was just pulling her and pulling her in

because it was raining and she was
really heavy.

And then we got into the mud and it was
like clear and then I just saw Dave

and... He was just gone, you know what I
mean?

Oh, yeah, I'm going to police him, mate.
I'm speaking to another network, you

know what I mean, because we're all
about making a film.

And they said, who do you want playing
you? I was like, well, there's only one

man who can play me, you know what I
mean? Tom Hardy.

There's just a few questions I have to
ask you in order to close the case and

let you get on with your life.

OK.

I'm sorry about Mary.

She, um... She thought they were all
accidents, you know.

Some poor guy with the worst kind of
blind bastard look.

Do you even think that's possible?

What with your experience?

I guess so.

None of this is your fault.

If anything, you're lucky to be alive.

Just one more thing.

Do you have any idea why?

Why what?

Well, why any of it?

Why kill those people? Why bring one of
them up to a bunch of bloody balloons?

Thank you for your time.

I hope you have a better future, Mrs.
Connors.

Excuse me, mate. Is this the Clements
house?

Yeah.

Is this where the organ donor killer
lived?

That's the one.

Oh!

Here, me and the lads have a theory that
the wife did it and the husband just

covered for her.

Yeah. What if this is the head in a box?

No,

that's inappropriate.

That leaves my job.

But Dave Clements was the organ donor
killer, mate. I know.

I was there.

But she'll have her fair share of
secrets.

All women do.

Thank you, Brian.

I'm here at Penguin Paradise where there
has been an apparent murder of a theme

park employee dressed as Paddy Penguin.

Details are sketchy, but it appears that
the victim has been stabbed multiple

times in the chest and stomach with a
unicorn horn from this carousel ride.

Hey, yo, the cynical pause that was
lingered on. Put your finger on,

our physical form. The records are
drawn, the prayers by the biblical born.

weather is warm, we melt when the flesh
is torn. The bulletproof vest is worn to

be worn out. The best mourn the lovers
and the rest fall out. The callings are

out and living up in the souls of the
common crowd.

And it's like that.

Hey yo, the fine line, looking where the
murderers lie The heaven is high, but

never be too high Just to stop by, yo,
the aim is to survive Derived from the

game of design, the dead are alive The
head of the mind, the red of the eyes

lesser will the devil reside And yo, in
plain sight, yo, where he hide Despite

the fact that we're all in disguise
Ain't no word of a lie It's just a

accident Well that's universal Body,
body, body

Ain't nobody born. Criminals fight on a
liminal site. The minimal plight

exchange for the pitiful height.
Subliminal lines arrange for the

mind estranged for mankind.

Shame is alive. Yo, the nightmare is
terrible and inevitable.

When the words are inedible, the dreams
ain't credible.

Themes that tear off and seem
impeccable.

Hey, let's go.

Just a little by accident.

That's the verse.