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["Clearly" by Grace VanderWaal] ♪ There's a world outside my door ♪

♪ I don't know it anymore, I'm gonna stay here now ♪

♪ I'm gonna stay here now ♪

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer ♪

♪ Find the strength in my despair ♪

♪ It's not gonna take me down It's not gonna take me down ♪

♪ I can see clearly now The rain has gone ♪

♪ I accept all the things that I cannot change ♪

♪ It's gonna be a bright ♪

♪ bright sunshiny day ♪

[Dot] Oh, God, it's grim down here.

[Wolfe] Like the stuff that lurks in cups under Flick's bed.

[Dot] She still hasn't going home yet then?

[Wolfe] Nah, she's claimed asylum.

Don't pretend you're not thrilled!

[laughing] [urgent beeping]

Hydrogen sulfide levels are rising.

High enough exposure to hydrogen sulfide,

and they're looking at cortical pseudolaminar necrosis.

Which in English means?

Brain cell death.

Not unlike the kind experienced by loved up teenagers.

Well, actually, experiments show that sex causes neurogenesis,

which improves cognition.

It's only been proven in rats.

[Wolfe] Christ on a bike. [laughs]

Call her Sharon after my ex-wife.

[Wolfe] She's a stunner.

[Dot] Not the kind of girl you take home, though.

[Man] Not with these gas issues.

-[Wolfe] Where is it? -[Man] It's on the left here.

Any chance of you actually putting those masks on?

[tense music]

[Wolfe] Would you mind?

Hold this.

[squelching]

[groans]

[screaming]

[splashing]

[panicked screaming]

[Dot] It's alright, calm down.

Well that could have gone better.

[Wolfe] Yeah.

[Dominique] I'm just leaving now.

I'd say at least an hour, hour and a half.

-Dot? -Yeah.

Do you need a hand?

Aw, bless. A little bit of dad humor there, well done.

Very good.

When they say dad joke, they just mean bad joke.

There's only one thing worse

than finding a rat in your fatbergs.

So gross.

Think we can safely say that it didn't die of natural causes. You better tell Betsy we're dealing with a double homicide.

[laughing]

Apparently the body parts were found in this section here,

which is fed by each of these sewer lines in turn.

So a victim could have been dropped down a manhole

in an area spanning half of Manchester?

That's about the size of it.

Wow. It's like Stonehenge.

But made of shit.

Something for our third year students

to get their teeth into?

[silly voice] Cheer up, Dominique,

it might never happen.

My partner's a nut job, so it really has.

Partner?

Megan!

Fox sake, Steve. [laughing]

All right, let's see what we've got

before Maxine cuts him into pieces.

Well, someone's already beaten her to it,

but minus his left hand, he's all there!

Unlike our perpetrator, who I'm guessing probably isn't.

-He makes Steve look tanned. -Oi!

Oh, he's been a saponified. He's basically soap.

What do we know?

This is 28 year old Sol James,

whose DNA is helpfully on police record

thanks to a 2014 conviction for shoplifting.

-Ligature marks. -Oh, and...

Extensive blunt force trauma.

-[Wolfe] I can see a rainbow. -[Dominique] A rainbow?

A bruise is caused when capillaries are damaged

and leak blood as the body reabsorbs the constituent parts

of that blood, the bruise changes color.

When we see bruising of several different colors,

we know that the bruises were caused at different times,

-which is a red flag for? -[Dominique] Domestic violence

[Wolfe] And signs of domestic violence on a corpse

-is a red flag for? -Spousal murder.

[Wolfe] Roses are red, violets are blue.

[All] All these colors at once suggests your spouse killed you

Catchy!

Sol James's husband is a Mr. David West

West, very popular name for psychopaths.

-Name one other than Fred. -Rose?

[door squeaks]

Mr. West?

[Betsy] It must be a terrible shock.

Is there someone you can call?

How could you be certain it's him?

DNA analysis. Sol's profile is in the police database.

I want to see you.

I'm not sure that's a good idea right now.

Perhaps you're right, I mean, I'm in bits.

I just want to use your bathroom,

if you don't mind.

[Betsy] I hope you don't mind me asking Mr. West,

but why didn't you report Sol missing?

-Four weeks is a long time. -Not for Sol.

[shaking can]

He's always going AWOL, usually after a row.

He always came back eventually.

[spraying]

[Betsy] Did you ever hit him?

What?

There were some marks on Sol's back.

Bollocks.

[groaning]

I guess grief affects everyone differently.

This is a video of Sol and David doing entirely consensual...

Rough stuff to each other.

His idea, not mine.

Took some convincing I can tell you.

Each to their own.

[phone pings]

Sorry, that's me.

It's from Sol.

You just said he was dead.

What does it say?

Missing you. Home soon for meatloaf.

Meatloaf?

It's our safe word.

Did Sol have fingerprint lock on his phone.

-Uh, yes. -And he was left handed?

How do you know?

-He doesn't look the type. -What, for kinky sex or murder?

-Either! -One isn't indicative

of the other, you know.

The historical bruises were our probable cause.

But videos just torpedoed our grounds for a search.

Luminol didn't show any blood in the bathroom anyway.

But if he was clued up enough to use the right saw,

he might also know to use oxygenated bleach.

You did sneaky luminol.

What do you think I've got in the bag Betsy, my gym kit?

Plausible deniability, Wolfe.

[laughs]

So the last text that definitely came from Sol

was taken at 23.46 on the night he left home.

We know it was him because it included a photo.

That might at least explain some of the five DNA profiles

we found on Sol's body, mostly sweat and saliva.

Interestingly, we also found traces of sodium borate.

It's a chemical that's found in strong detergents.

Maybe an attempt by the killer to clean away evidence.

Historically, Sol misspells the word your as you're.

But in the texts that are sent later,

both types of your are always used correctly.

It seems that our killer knows that good grammar

is the difference between knowing your shit

and everyone knowing you're shit.

Good speller knows his way around freezer bags detergent.

If this guy wasn't a homicidal maniac, he would be a keeper.

How are we coming along on finding the crime scene?

Aluminum oxide?

It's a chemical that's used in sandblasting.

So he was in the vicinity of building work.

Hardly leads us to a crime scene,

half of Manchester are getting loft conversions.

What if we're not looking for a crime scene,

but where he was first?

Maybe we should phone all the clubs

in the list of Sol's haunts

to see if any of them were having building work when Sol disappeared.

You think like a cop.

You sure you're not undercover?

No.

It's just a joke.

Dad joke, bad joke, but it's a very good idea,

let's divvy the list and start phoning.

[knocking]

I'm DCI Betty Chambers,

and this is my colleague, Wolfe Kinteh.

We'd like to have a chat with you

about the opening night after your refurbishment.It was weeks ago.

[dance music]

[Betsy] Can you roll it on a bit?

See if we can find out if he left with anyone.

Can do. But he didn't

Remember the comings and goings of all the pontos, do you?

I remember his.

He's a frequent flier.

As in he comes to this club a lot?

As in he gets pissed

and I make him fly out the door, a lot.

Not everyone has what it takes to be cabin crew Dale,

but you've got it in spades.

He's a first class idiot.

Is he in trouble?

The worst kind. Thank you for your help, Dale.

As you were more than a little hands on with him.

Would you mind if I took a sample for elimination?

-Fuck. Is he dead? -As dead as disco.

The deniability is not plausible

if I have to wait this long for you.

What's the make and model of Sol's car?

It's a green BMW, reg number V682K--

KAE. It's right there.

-Can I help you? -How long is this car been here?

Over a month.

You didn't think to tell anyone?

-Are you the police? -I am.

-He's forensics. -Professor Wolfe Kinteh.

Doesn't it just boil your piss how people call it

a blood splatter instead of a blood spatter?

It certainly does.

I'm afraid to tell you your colleagues in blue

-have shit for brains. -This is not a news flash.

Why did you say that?

Four weeks ago, the car kipper parks his Beemer here

to go to Afinity.

The car kipper?

That's what he does.

He gets pissed in the club and sleeps it off in the car.

And on this occasion he didn't.

It comes out at the club and gets into

a different car that's waiting outside.

When he didn't come back the next day

to get his Beemer, I rang the police.

Do you know what they said?

They'll send some officers out straight away?

That no one's been reported missing.

Pfft, can't get the staff.

Clearly not, although they turned me down.

No Crips in pips.

Sorry about that.

I've don't suppose you got the registration

for the car he went off in did you?

No. It was a yellow Citroen Xsara.

I didn't realize the registration was important

until he didn't come back.

I did get something else, though.

Hang on.

No crips in pips. Poor kid.

Shame there's no CCTV.

That's probably cheaper to have him sitting out here all night,

on less than minimum wage.

The driver of the car was chain smoking,

flicking butts out the window into the gutter.

When the car kipper didn't come back,

I went over and retrieved them.

Bagged them up as evidence in case along came asking.

There must be at least a dozen butts inside that gutter?

But not three the same.

White tip, burgundy lipstick.

It's good thinking

Gotta compensate somehow!

Did you get a look at her?

Too far away.

You know, you ought to consider

a career in forensics, my man.

-You'd take me on? -In a heartbeat.

We serve Fallowfield, not downtown L.A.,

So when you text saying we might have

a serial killer on our hands.

I can only assume someone's been smothered in Rice Krispies.

Welcome to Pet Cemetery.

I say this because I love you, Steve.

You need a hobby.

Now I bet you've assumed that I've ordered these by size, but I haven't.

I've ordered them by stage of decomposition.So the first mice are dry remains,

the second mice and rats, they're advanced decay.

The squirrel is in active decay

and the fox is in the bloat stage.

But they've ended up in size order too,

-which is very telling. -Of what?

The these animals were killed in size order.

Someone started off small and got bigger over time.

So assuming that whoever killed these guys

also killed Sol, we are dealing with

someone that practiced on animals

and graduated to a human, which suggests--

He's just getting started.

I mean, obviously, I don't want anyone else to die,

but this is the sort of case that I dream about.

I'll tell Betsy, you get off home, Steve.

Have a cold shower or something.

But very good work.

[phone ringing]

[ringing]

[animal howling]

[phone crashes]

[heavy breathing]

[high pitched animal howling]

See?

Yeah, I would describe it as a howl,

but I'm not sure I would describe it as a wolf's howl,

I think that would be more of a...

[roaring howl]

That's not, that wasn't a howl.

No, no, that was more of a...

[dog like howl]

Look, I know it's a disappointment to you all

because I'm fairly certain it's on your bucket list,

but I do not think you are being targeted by a serial killer.

Can Betsy trace the phone?

No, she's narrowed down its location, but it's in an area that covers half the city.

Careful, I'm filthy.

Oh, are you now?

No, I'm actually filthy, Steve.

I've been disposing a fatberg.

-I don't care. -You should.

Fatbergs are full of super bugs.

Well, you are worth contracting

an antibiotic resistant infection from.

[phone buzzing]

-What the fuck are you doing? -Whoa, whoa.

Massively miscalculating how sexy that would be.

-Hello? -Hi,

can I speak to Liza, please?

I just missed a call from her.

Oh, I'm afraid she's on the line

with someone else at the moment.

Can I get her to give you a call back?

I don't suppose you know who she's on the other line to?

-But let me just clarify, Liza. -Yes.

The files were supposed to be ready by 5:00,

but they're now going to be ready at 3:00.

That's right.

And who is it on my team that you've been speaking to

-about these files? -I believe that was Bibi.

Well, I let Bibi know that they're ready.

Okay. All right.

Can I just say your reputation precedes you. Your reputation precedes you as well Lisa.

-Liza. -Liza. Sorry.

-Okay. Thanks. -Thank you.

-Bye, bye. -Bye-bye.

I've just done something really fucking clever.

Have we got a student called Bibi?

We've got one called Bebe.

But did you order any files from the archive warehouse?

No. Should I have?

Anyway, back to my clever thing.

I took a DNA profile of the cigarette butts

that the car park attendant kept as evidence.

It's not a match for anyone on the police system,

but I was able to use epigenetic markers in the DNA

to determine that the individual was female

and between the age of 25 and 50.

I then checked the DVLA and got a list of all the people

who fit that profile and are the registered owner

of a yellow Citroen Xsara. There were a few.

But I then cross checked that list against addresses

inside the area covered by the cell phone mast,

that the messages from Sol's phone bounced off.

There's only one name Wolfe.

Sarah Goodwin.

Anyone in the team acting weird as far as you're concerned.

Seriously?

Steve put a bit of road kill in rot order

and you practically gave him a rosette.

Women don't tend to be serial killers.

Women can be anything they want to be Betsy.

-Sarah Goodwin? -That's right.

DCI Betsy Chambers, we need to ask you some questions

-About what? -May we come in.

-Is there a problem? -It shouldn't take long.

Yeah, I'm just on the phone upstairs,

-I won't be a minute. -Looks the part.

This case is revealing a very judgmental side to you.

Sweet, Jesus.

What the hell is that?

Literally lipstick on a pig.

I think it's fair to say she's got

something of an interest in death.

And questionable taste in decor.

Can they still get fleas?

Looking at my creations?

You made these yourself? They're quite something.

It helps me to unwind after work.

And what is it like you do?

I'm a makeup artist for the dead.

Unusual line of work.

I had a calling to it.

A few years ago when my mum died

I went to the undertakers to see her

and I found they made her out to look like someone else.

Honestly, it was like losing her twice.

I'm sorry.

So I redid her make up, and as I was putting

the color on her cheeks, well, for a second,

it felt like I was putting the life back into her.

It's the same with the creatures.

I mean, people think that it's about death,

but actually it's about life.

It's about preserving it eternally.

Have you ever met a man called Sol James?

He's an old school friend.

Why do you ask?

When was the last time you saw him?

Um, three or four weeks ago?

Is he okay?

You picked him up from Affinity Nightclub? That's right.

Yeah, we came back here and had a pot of tea.

Maybe young men have changed a bit since my day,

but back then, when you left the club

in the early hours, you wanted a kebab and--

Were you sleeping with him Sarah?

Sol's gay and I'm asexual, actually.

So no, we had a pot of tea.

Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, it's just through there.

Thank you.

[spraying]

[rustling]

What the hell are you doing in here?

Where did you get the animals, Sarah?

They can't all be roadkill.

Different sources.

Well, the mice are reptile food.

They're alive when you buy them,

you kill them so you can return them to life?

Bloody hell.

Missing left hand.

No, no, no, don't go near that, please.

-No. -You have got no right.

[deep breathing]

-Is this me? -What?

Is this is a proxy for me?

I don't know what you're talking about.

What do you use this for?

It's a desiccant.

It just draws out moisture from the animal's skin.

-It stops them rotting -Did it stop Sol from rotting?

What?

-Wolfe? -We found traces

of this chemical on Sol's body.

-Sol's dead? -Probable cause.

-What happened to him? -Sarah Goodwin,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Sol James.

You do not have to say anything--

You think that I killed him?

You do not mention when questioned something

which you later rely on in court.

-Anything that you do say-- -He was in here!

-may be taken in evidence. -Maybe he touched the powder! It was in his hair, on his torso.

Okay we did sleep together,

and I was using it earlier that evening,

maybe that's what

So why did you lie?

Because I was embarrassed.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Hey.

-I got us some stuff. -I'm going out.

-Where? -I can't tell you that.

Well, do tell otherwise you're not going.

I'm going out with Mum.

-Where? -Like I said,

I thought you two weren't even speaking?

We weren't, but something's come up.

It's important.

I really wish there was just one area in my life

that wasn't shrouded in mystery.

Maybe the real issue is your unhealthy need

to solve all mysteries.

See you later.

[dramatic music]

How's it stalking if it's family?

[Val] I can't believe we're having to do this

All the stupid things.

You know, being judgmental doesn't help.

I know, I know, I'm just so angry.

-You'd better not tell your dad? -Yeah, no shit.

-Valerie Burgess. -Oh, that's her.

You wouldn't catch me doing it unprotected.

I don't think Bibi's gonna show.

What's with the archive files?

You tell me.

You seemed to be eyeballing them pretty closely as I walked in. Alright I have no idea what you're talking about.

Something's going on in this department Dot

and if polygraph testing were reliable,

I'd have all of you hooked up one by one.

Flick and Val have been lying to me, too.

-Are you sleeping, okay? -Don't you dare.

No, only because yesterday you thought the killer

-was trying to communicate-- -She was!

The howling, the wolf's head she couldn't have been clearer.

The precipitant testing has revealed

that at least some of the blood is human.

Great.

There were also traces of Sol's DNA.

Just have it written up for the CPS.

I would have liked to see more.

It was a pretty low grade sample

given we think he was butchered there.

There is also a chance that the human blood

could be Sarah's.

You don't use knives like that

without getting the odd nick or two.

I also found something interesting

when I analyzed the blood sample after Sarah was arrested.

Her HCG levels indicate that she's about four weeks pregnant.

-Well? -Sarah says she wanted a baby

to fill the void left by her mother's death.

-Sol was the sperm donor. -So why didn't she just

-tell us that? -Sol only agreed to do it

on the condition that no one would ever find out.

David, in particular.

Looks like she wasn't lying when she said

it's life rather than death that interests her.

None of that means that she didn't kill him,

I mean, widow spiders kill their mate after sex.

Val probably wishes she'd devoured me

when she got what she needed.

Maggy doesn't reckon Sol died on that table.

Well, maybe Sarah killed him somewhere else.

Problem?

[shouting]

...Your other card and I'll take you over there myself and the two will stay here.

Come on then, what's going on?

This idiot won't leave.

Not until you come and clean the cars you pissed on.

I warned you!

Every time I look over there, he's staring me out. You're paranoid mate. Guilty conscience will do that.

What guilty conscience?

I know you had beef with the lad who died. I didn't have beef with him, he was an idiot.

-Whatever. -I'll fuck you up.

Too bad you're on wheels.

Calm yourself.

You know, it would be easy to assume

that it's some feeling of superiority

that causes you to act the way that you do.

But I wonder if it's the opposite.

I can see how anabolic steroids

would initially have been appealing,

all that muscle mass, seemingly for free,

but then the bill arrives, the roid rage

and the uncontrollable tears, not to mention

the shriveled balls and dysfunctional penis.

You've gotta wonder, mate, was it really worth it?

You're a clever guy aren't you?

-Maybe too clever. -I'd step away now, Dale,

if I was you,

I'm telling you, he's a wrong'un.

No talking to him.

Maybe we should. If only you'd taken a swab.

[music playing through headphones]

Both of them.

You know, you can tell me anything, right?

[laughs] Of all the rubbish parents come out with,

that has got to be the biggest one.

No Dad, there's a vast myriad of things I can't tell you

because you'll either get too mad or too sad

or it'll somehow blow your tiny mind.

Well, I know you went to the sexual health clinic,

and that hasn't blown my tiny mind.

No?

I find the idea that you've either had sex

or are thinking of having sex completely unacceptable.

But if it has to happen, then I want you to be safe.

So you'd be okay with it?

Okay is a stretch, but I'm not losing my shit, am I?

Well, that's very good to know.

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, my God, you're having sex?

-Eurgh! No! -You're planning on having sex?

-Also, no. -Well what were you doing

-at a sexual health clinic? -Mum was getting tested.

Tested for what?

-Well, not pregnancy, Dad. -STIs?

Apparently, Jeff prefers things natural.

That's way too much information.

How do you think I felt?

Well, the test will probably come back clear.

Just don't mention to Mum that you know anything.

She seemed pretty low.

What makes you say that?

When you drop me off,

she gave me a hug and she sort of...

Like, wouldn't let go.

Oh, don't go soft.

She brought it on herself, remember?

[spraying]

[phone pinging]

[Sat Nav] Your destination is on your left.

[engines roaring]

[screeching]

[dramatic music]

[Betsy] What the hell were you thinking?

Well, the killer told me to come alone,

if they'd seen a police car rolling up,

they might not have left the hand.

You're assuming that they knew it would be you

on the receiving end of that text.

Well, it would explain the wooly jumper.

-What? -A wolf in sheep's clothing?

That is tenuous.

I'm not being funny, Wolfe, but this case has a victimand it isn't you.

I managed to extract a DNA sample from the jumper.

-It's Dale Waite. -The bouncer.

Let's go. I'll get a unit to his house,

-and one to the club. -Yeah,

me and the team will head to the house.

Wolfe, I need you to see this.

Right, so once it became clear

that Sol left Sarah's house alive,

I did another sweep of the car. See that?

-Could be innocent, of course. -Let's find out.

[spraying]

Whoa.

Well, that's an arterial spray if I've ever seen one.

Dale must have murdered him as he approached the car.

It's an upward angle from a very low impact point.

What if Sol was on his knees?

Dale came up, hit him from behind.

He fell down and then Dale followed up

with a knife in the neck.

There was no injury on the back of Sol's head

or between his shoulder blades.

Yeah. And if you dale, why go to the trouble?

He had the knife. He was taller than Sol.

Why not just, you know,

plunge it in and be done with it?

Because he was compensating.

[music thumping]

[spraying]

[crashing]

Tyler.

You cut Sol's femoral artery.

Couldn't have reached his carotid.

But you've put yours on a plate.

Don't do something you'll regret.

Why would I regret it?

Everyone's going to know my name.

I think they'll know it now anyway.

No one cares about Sol James.

But Professor Wolfe, the forensics expert

who got murdered by the guy he never suspected.

That's a story.

I'm sorry. I underestimated you.

I've been underestimated my whole life.

I struggle to hold of pen.

And some days, my piss.

So you can't blame people, really.

But if you've got to be invisible,

you might as well have some fun with it.

I don't think this is about disability.

I think it's about psychopathy, pure and simple.

[groans]

Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please.

Tyler, put the knife down.

I'm not gonna kill you. [knife crashes]

I'm gonna haunt you.

You're going to spend the rest of your life

wondering if I killed again

in the time it took you to find me.

I'm the guy you didn't spot Wolfe.

I'm the guy who won.

Come in.

You wanted me?

Sit down, Dominique.

Would you mind telling me why you ordered these files

from the evidence archive?

You can learn a lot by studying old cases.

I agree.

So tell me why you felt the need to use a fake name

to get them and tell me also why you chose

these files in particular.

No reason.

It seems you had a good look through

while I was out yesterday.

All cases that involved the death of an infant.

Why?

You flicked through all of them.

But you were really interested in this one.

Regina versus Barnett.

I'm assuming it's no coincidence

that you share a surname with the defendant in this case.

Faye Barnett is my mum.

The baby who died was my brother.

And your evidence is the reason she's been banged up

for the best part of my life.

So that's why you're here.

To access this case file to undermine me.

It's one of the reasons I'm here

Of all the calculating underhand things I've ever--

If you're gonna sack me, just sack me.

You don't get it do you?

Your position on this team is bigger than you,

when you screw up, you do it on behalf

-of a whole community -What, because I'm black?

When is a white person ever asked to represent their race?

Life's unfair.

You know what, Wolfe? You're a hypocrite.

You weren't worried about discrediting black people

when you were making biological weapons.

Those were extreme circumstances.

Well, that's the thing about laws.

You don't get to decide when you can break them.

Clear your desk, Dominique. We're done.

No, Professor Kinteh.

We're far from done.

If there's one thing you've taught me,

is that evidence wins.

I'm used to prisons.

Maybe I'll come and visit you.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

She spent an hour in the STI clinic,

not a month in The Priory.

It's not about the STI clinic, it's about trauma and loss and how we support each other through it.

You and I both are fully aware, that Jeff was--

a cheating ballsack?

A cheating ballsack.

But your mother saw something in him

that she connected with,

and that connection has been ruptured.

So you're chucking me out because you feel sorry for her,

but we can't tell her that.

It's not just that she needs you, Flick,

she needs you to need her, which is why

you're going to tell her that living at Dad's

is exactly the domestic void she might have imagined.

-But more than that. -I missed my mum.

Exactly.

You are topping up my phone credit

-for the next six months. -We said three.

You gonna be okay?

Of course, why wouldn't I be?

["The Tracks of My Tears" by The Miracles]

♪ People say I'm the life of the party ♪

♪ Because I tell a joke or two ♪

♪ Although I might be laughing ♪

♪ loud and hearty ♪

♪ Deep inside I'm blue ♪

♪ So take a good look at my face ♪

♪ You'll see my smile looks out of place ♪

♪ If you look closer it's easy to trace ♪

♪ The tracks of my tears ♪

♪ I need you, need you ♪

♪ Since you left me ♪

♪ if you see me with another girl ♪

♪ Seeming like I'm having fun ♪

♪ Although she may be cute ♪

♪ She's just a substitute ♪