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I want to ask

what the psychiatrist was doing

in the mortuary the other night.

What happened to you as a child

was not your fault.

It's possible you have developed

other personalities as a way to cope.

Can you come with me so I can get your fingerprints?

Are you sleeping with my wife?

I can't help you. I barely know your wife.

Yes, we've been looking into the deaths

of two former residents of Ledford House.

After she disappeared, the police were contacted.

They reached out to us at the time and we did nothing.

Can you swim?

We need to talk.

You can't look for Martin.

You hurt him.

His feet are dirty.

Can I wash them?

Sometimes children have trouble

with the concept of time.

Such as when or how often something occurred.

They often think that grownups already know everything

they might have to say,

and are more inclined to omit sexual details

than place particular stress on them.

Our memories are intimately connected to our perceptions.

What we see, hear and feel.

One clinical example is a teenage girl

who smells her boyfriend's semen...

and realises that this isn't the first time

she's encountered that smell.

And that instigates a process

through which she comes to remember

her father's abuse of her.

In an incestuous family,

the boundaries between adults and children

are unclear and hazy.

All needs are satisfied within the family.

The daughter often switches roles with the mother

and might replace her in the kitchen, for instance,

but also in the bed.

The family does everything together

and, from the outside, looks like the ideal family.

There are many ways to cry...

noisily...

quietly...

- or not at all. - Or not at all.

Come on, you.

Teatime.

Sit.

Would you like some milk?

Say when.

Excuse the fingers.

Tea?

What do you want?

Because we can talk if you like.

I do wanna talk.

Okay.

But this time...

I wanna talk about what's going on inside...

your head.

That's crazy.

I don't think you're supposed to say that.

No, I'm not. I'm... I apologise.

Don't worry.

I mean, you're not very well.

You've had quite bad headaches

and blackouts recently, haven't you?

How do you know?

Have you been following me to my hospital appointments?

I do follow you. Sort of.

Then you'll know that I'm completely well.

I just...

- I just don't feel like myself. - Like myself.

Do you know why you feel strange?

It's because you're not you.

You're not a person.

Are you trying to scare me?

No.

I wrote notes on my notes that you wrote, to help you.

I saw.

We wrote them... together in a way.

There are notes

for both of us to try and understand

what part we play in...

being.

Okay.

Okay.

What if it's you who needs help?

No, I'm the therapist. You're the patient.

Okay. You're being a bit loud.

Actually...

the A.N.P. is always louder.

It's not your fault, but you have ended up being

quite a loud person.

Why did you just call me an A.N.P.?

Because you are one.

See, I don't think you know what that means.

I know what it means.

Do you know what it means?

Do you think the memories you're having

are just memories of my memories

that I've told you about?

Er...

That's a bit crazy, isn't it?

Yeah, I can't remember things that didn't happen to me.

Exactly.

Look, I want you to get out of my house now, Victoria.

I actually really like and respect you.

I do.

I didn't bring you here to argue.

I'm grateful to you

because you've done a lot of very

boring stuff for me.

The parts of being a person that I actually find very hard.

Like wearing normal clothes

and using all the hair products

and making reservations

and turning up to things

and being nice and polite

and quite sort of...

attractive.

I mean, quite sexy sometimes.

And, you know, I actually, I, er...

I really appreciate it.

But now I'm just not gonna have someone doing that anymore.

Because I, er...

Yeah, I don't think I need it.

But you have done a really...

really good job. I mean, seriously...

I am your therapist.

I work with you.

You also work for other people, don't you?

Yes, I have other clients.

Not them.

The people who think they're more important than me.

The people who want to control us.

They try to make us forget the truth

so we don't report them.

I don't know who you mean.

You've also let things slip a bit, haven't you?

Yeah.

People are starting to see behind the mask sometimes.

I mean, don't you think?

Do you wanna call your therapist?

Yes.

Sorry. You can't.

Then please, can I leave?

You probably won't ever leave this flat again.

Whatever you do to me, you do to yourself.

I created you.

Do you mind if I have another tea?

Why would I mind?

Well, you might not be able to sleep

if I have one this late.

Wha... What?

You need to be able to rest.

Because I want you to understand

what's gonna happen.

I'm giving you time to prepare.

Wait, please.

Wait, there's something you should know.

Something important.

Please wait.

I'm going to write it down,

so you can see it.

In case I'm not here.

It might make a difference to what you decide to do.

Get a grip.

You're an absolute fucking babe.

Did CCTV lose White?

Yes, we lost him down by the docks.

Morning, ma'am.

Er, uniforms all over it.

He must have had a car.

Er, does anybody have, like,

a breakfast bar for me to eat, please?

I'm not sure paracetamol counts as a snack.

No, it's a serious medicine.

Until you're my age, and then it is a snack.

Jeanette...

What's this?

We've got a match.

The half-burnt Jerry can from the Burkeman house, it's...

it's a match to prints that we've got in the system.

It's... it's saying it's a match

for a Dr Sophia Craven.

That doesn't seem... Mi... Mike?

I took the prints carefully.

Okay, let me just... let me just...

Er... let me just, er...

Fucking think for a fucking minute.

We have to work with the clues we have,

not the clues you would prefer to have

because it would make more sense to you, Jeanette.

Yeah, no, no, no, no. I understand that.

And I, I... I agree with you.

It's, it's just...

She's on the phone.

Answer it!

I am 100% sure that Sophia,

you know, was not involved

in the murder of Ben Burkeman.

I'm sorry. I just...

I'm allowed to say what my gut instinct is.

The evidence would suggest otherwise, detective.

So, you need to consider why Sophia Craven

might want to kill one of Victoria Burkeman's parents.

Whatever your next move is,

you make it the right one.

Because Victoria's next move could be her endgame.

Fuck.

Maybe Sophia came

looking for you at the mortuary.

No.

Could she be working with Eva? Helping her?

Eva reported her, so no.

Her own line of interest or enquiry?

What, with dead people?

Did you review her psych assessments?

Yeah, there's nothing we don't already know.

There's a fuck of a lot we don't know, Mike.

After Victoria left the Burkemans, did she

seek out any other type of treatment before Sophia?

If she did, it was off book.

Private or some other service provider.

Or was there anything at Victoria's old flat

that would suggest Sophia's treatment of Victoria was...

unorthodox.

No.

But we weren't looking for it.

I can go back. I can look again.

Yeah, look again.

I'm gonna call the lab,

have them talk me through it.

Doesn't make sense.

I just don't believe

Sophia could have been at the Burkemans.

There's something we don't understand here,

that we just don't understand.

Makes your brain hurt.

The fuck?

Bristol Infirmary.

Yeah, Dr Sophia Craven.

Could I be put through to the psychiatric unit, please?

Yeah. Just please hold.

Psychiatric unit.

Yes, I have a patient in need of urgent medical care.

She needs sectioning today.

She's at risk of harming herself and others.

Name of patient.

Sophia Craven.

Patient, not the doctor.

It's for me.

Hello? Hello, are... are you there?

Time to go.

There's something you're gonna wanna see.

What am I looking at?

Psych report after her first evaluation.

Much later when she was at university.

But before Sophia,

there was someone else.

What the fuck?

Come on.

Doctor, the police are here, regarding an old patient.

Client. We say client.

Yes, of course.

Sorry, you have told me before.

Thank you, nurse.

You can shut the door on the way out.

She has undiagnosed depression,

almost certainly, possibly,

early onset Alzheimer's.

I do wish she'd get some proper treatment

and make all our lives a little easier, but...

no one has time for themselves anymore.

So we just carry on until we drop dead.

Please, come in. Sit down.

Thank you.

Hi, I'm DCI Jeanette Kilburn, and this is...

I'm DC Mike Dilliston.

Are you Dr Sophia Craven?

Yes.

We want to talk to you about one of your

former clients from about 15 years ago,

Victoria Burkeman.

Do you remember her?

Yes, Victoria.

Yes, of course.

Keeping an eye on everyone?

That's your job.

People can do what they like, as far as I'm concerned.

You may have seen on the news

that Victoria's wanted for questioning

regarding four murders

and the placing of dead bodies around Bristol.

Right.

You don't seem surprised.

Yes and no.

Many things are possible.

Could we ask you what your main area of discussion was

in your sessions with her at the time?

Yes.

Victoria had a long history of family abuse.

During that abuse,

she became pregnant.

Am I remembering correctly?

No. A child was born in 2007,

but that was her sister Madeleine.

No. Victoria had a baby in 2007.

Her parents told her the baby died.

Given the history of sexual abuse,

if it was Victoria who had the baby,

perhaps the Burkemans lied to her

and told her the baby was dead,

but that they, in fact,

kept the baby and raised it on their own.

Such things happen.

That would mean that

Madeleine was Victoria's child.

Madeleine...

does she suspect that Victoria may be her mother?

Madeleine was murdered.

We believe Ben Burkeman killed her.

That's devastating.

If Ben Burkeman was her grandfather,

then who was her father?

It's possible Ben Burkeman was Madeleine's father,

and her grandfather.

Meaning she was Victoria's half-sister,

and her daughter.

We will check.

Poor Victoria.

She had, and very likely still has,

as there is no cure,

a condition called D.I.D.

Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Some people call it Multiple Personality Disorder,

people outside of the field.

She had a number of alters.

Mary Magdalene was one,

and another was animalistic,

non-human.

A crow.

Some were key players,

others were bit parts in the D.I.D. system.

But each was formed

as a response to moments of trauma.

It was not her fault that she was unwell.

This condition can be created by others,

by their abuse.

Abusers can benefit from the D.I.D. system,

and its alters

can be designed and curated

by the abuser

as a way of protecting themselves

against the authorities and controlling the victim.

They can help create an alter

whose job it is to deny any abuse took place,

or be totally unaware of the abuse.

This can be done by a trigger word,

a rhyme,

or even a game.

Do you have a daughter?

Do you have a daughter?

Or do you have a niece also called Dr Craven?

I thought she might do something like this.

Like what?

Do you have a photo of her?

Yes.

Can I see it?

I can see what she's done with the hair.

And the clothes.

Can you explain that to me, please?

This is a photograph of Victoria Burkeman.

Are you sure?

Dr Craven...

could you tell us a little bit more about D.I.D., please?

Certainly.

People with D.I.D. can create an A.N.P.,

an "Apparently Normal Personality,"

that can steer the ship of the D.I.D. system

and run the body full time.

It seems

that Victoria probably created an A.N.P. on me.

My... my God.

It's not that unusual.

Okay.

Sorry.

I, er...

Would this Sophia know that she was...

Would this Sophia know that she was an alter,

or an A.N.P.?

Probably not.

And it's actually very clever.

Because it means Victoria

has her therapist with her at all times.

She can, in a sense,

take over the treatment of herself.

But she can also...

What?

She may also just decide

to skip the therapeutic method

and try to get rid of all the alters herself.

Stop, stop.

How would she do that?

Yeah. Yes. We're leaving now.

What a fucking shitshow.

My fucking God.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Look, that's not gonna help right now.

No, no, Mike, you don't understand

the degree of head-fuckery I've been a part of.

I am... I am knee-deep.

I am... No, waist-deep in shit.

I've blown up my entire fucking life for what?

For... for a couple of shags and a kebab?

You slept with Sophia?

Yes, many, many times.

Er... Look, look.

Let's talk to Verity.

I've corrupted the case. I've been lied to.

I have been groomed into only seeing one thing

when the truth has been staring me in the fucking face.

And it is so messy and strange,

because it makes a liar out of me

even though I haven't lied. I swear.

It is possible, like Dr Craven said, that...

Sophia doesn't know she's an alter or the A.N.P.

She might not know she lied to you.

She might be telling the truth as far as she understands.

Don't call Verity, okay.

I wanna to talk to her face-to-face.

- Sorry. - Sorry what?

She's on the line.

She's on the...

Jeanette, we need to make an arrest now.

I know that! I know that!

Fuck you.

We're on our way. Meet us there.

Come on now.

Come on, now.

Alex, not a good time.

Look, sorry. It's about Sophia.

I went to see her yesterday,

and I wanted you to know it wasn't normal.

She was behaving...

strangely. Very weird.

Yeah, I'm... I'm dealing with it.

I just don't trust her, Jeanette.

Something's very off. I'm serious.

Yeah, you're right. I'm sorting it.

Sorting it?

How though, Jeanette?

Blue lights, two units,

knocking-the-fucking-door- down type sorting it.

Okay. Shit.

Jojo okay?

He's fine. We're fine.

Good. That's good. Er...

- Look, Alex... - It's okay. I know.

- I'm here. - Thanks.

- I'll call you later, okay? - Okay.

No!

So, how are you, Victoria?

I'm okay.

How are you?

I'm very well.

Thank you for asking.

Last time we talked about some of the difficulties

you were having navigating the business of being alive.

A lot of it's unbearable.

I don't know how people cope.

Do you think some people just

grin and bear it?

They must.

Or perhaps,

some people don't feel things as deeply as you do?

Maybe.

Do you find it helpful talking in these sessions?

Yes, very.

What is it that you find helpful?

I like talking to someone

who seems to have their life in order.

Order is important to you?

Order's important to me now.

I don't think it was before.

You want to be more organised?

I want to be more organised.

You are doing really well.

Thank you.

I'm doing really well.

Are you repeating everything I say?

No. Sorry. I...

I like your intonation.

Is that the word? The...

sort of melody of the way you speak.

I find it relaxing.

Er, sorry, one moment. I've got to, er...

I actually have to leave early today.

No, wait. We can continue.

Next time.

Thank you for the session.

Dr Sophia Craven speaking.

Dr Sophia Craven speaking.

Sophia!

It's Jeanette.

I'm with the police. Open the door!

They wanna come in.

They wanna talk to you. I wanna talk to you, Sophia.

Sophia!

That's enough, Jeanette.

Go ahead.

Police! Show yourself!

- Police! - Police!

- Police! - Sophia!

- Police! - Show yourself. Police!

- Police! Show yourself! - Police!

Jeanette.

Just me.

This is my fault.

So this...

This was Sophia?

Not Victoria?

Sophia is Victoria.

Fucking hell, Jeanette.

Ma'am.

I know...

Mike, give me the back of a fag packet version, now.

If Sophia is just the A.N.P. running the system,

how... how can I talk to Victoria?

The general idea is

you have to call them out.

Are you listening, Jeanette?

Calling th... Calling them out?

I am... I jus...

You seem a little distracted.

I just... I am dis... What?

If you want to call her out,

you have to say her name with purpose.

As if you knew her and have always known her.

As if you understand her and care for her.

As if, in a way,

you love her...

in a way that's real and genuine.

So...

Victoria!

Jeanette?

Fuck!