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The strippers are booked for 9:30.

You said it was just a
few drinks to cheer him up.

It's Mansell's second divorce, this
is what it takes to cheer him up.

Is that your special ginger cake?

It certainly is
- extra gooey.

- Good girl!
- Miles, use a plate.

How many people have you invited?

It's just us, don't
worry. I borrowed

a mop in case things
get out of hand.

No-one is to touch a drop of
alcohol until the shift ends!

Thank you.

You need to learn
to enjoy yourself.

You can't keep being the boss
of parties. Relax, loosen up.

You've turned the incident
room into a drinking den.

Yeah. Good job, I thought.

Yeah.

She showed me the texts.

Yeah, I'm finished with
you. It's over. Done.

Did I stutter? Check my
status, babe. Yeah, feel that!

I just dumped TC.

Got any ice cream in the freezer?

- Let's have a look.
- Sasha.

- What is it?
- I'm scared.

- What have you got to be scared of?
- The bogeyman.

Listen, bogeymen,
they live in like...

drains, and swamps,
and under bridges,

and in ooey-gooey,
smelly places.

They don't come into pretty houses.

So you've got nothing
to be scared of, OK?

Whitechapel
Season 3 - Episode 05

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Tell me why you're here.

I haven't slept for weeks.

Why is that?

I'm a researcher.

I work in a crime
archive and...

I support murder investigations.

And why is that
affecting your sleep?

Because I killed two girls.

I just want to thank you, sir,

for allowing us to have
this small commiseration.

It's quite all right.

I was gonna say it's not
every day I get divorced,

but actually, it is.

Well, I'm sure you'll find
someone who's right for you.

Finding them's easy,
keeping them ain't.

Present for you.

For the long, lonely nights.

My dad had these.
Where did you get 'em?

Retro place in Spitalfields.

These are vintage, Ray. Real class.

You've got to love a hairy bird,
look.

Not long now, we can pop the cork.

- You dirty sod.
- Sir,

we've been sent an alert.

Calvin Mantus escaped

from a high-security
psychiatric hospital.

He used to live in Whitechapel.
Might try and come back.

- I remember Mantus.
- Did you work the case?

No, but I knew some of the boys
who did.

They needed counselling
after what they saw.

Your mum and dad
will kill me if you're

awake when they get back.

No-one here. No bogeyman.

- Check the kitchen.
- You get into bed,

under your covers,
and I'll go check the kitchen.

- Deal?
- Deal.

I became obsessed with what was
missing from the archive,

with what wasn't there.

The cruel irony is
that what I needed

was right in front of me.

I was just too
distracted to notice.

Had I not made this mistake,

the killer would have been
apprehended...

and the two girls would have
been spared their terrible fate.

Kitchen's safe, baby! All checked!

Hello?

Hi.

Yeah, no, everything's fine.

Evie's just gone to bed.

OK.

No, of course I haven't
touched any of your lager.

Mantus murdered his parents asn

his ten-year-old
sister when he was 20.

- When was this?
- 2001.

He was judged unfit to stand trial.

Criminally insane?

That's his most recent photo.

Lights out in five minutes, yeah?

It's not unusual to
feel the way you do.

I've worked with junior
doctors who've experienced

similar feelings of guilt.

And I'm going to tell
you what I tell them.

In your line of work,

people are going to die.

Now, you can learn
to deal with that...

or you can find another job.

My job is everything to me.

Well, then you have a tough choice
to make.

TC, babes, I know
we've just split up,

but I really need you to come round

because I am
seriously freaking out.

Will you call me back, yeah?

Hi, erm, it's Sasha.

Evie's fine. I was just wondering,
what time are you coming back?

DI Chandler.

Yeah.

Right, OK. Thank you.

We have a murder.

Dead girl is Sasha
Lowood, teenage babysitter.

Evie Pixley, the little
girl, survived and called 999.

We're still trying
to locate her parents.

She hasn't been shot,

or stabbed...

or strangled.

She has defensive wounds to her
hands so there was a struggle.

She's been very carefully posed,

so the killer probably
spent some time here,

tidying up.

- Mantus?
- I don't know.

Wouldn't be like him
to leave anyone alive.

Riley is still trying
to coax the little girl

out from under the bed.

Evie, there's lots of nice
policemen here to protect you, OK?

Your Mummy and Daddy are coming.

You're safe, sweetheart.
You can come out, come on.

Kent, get me that
file on Calvin Mantus.

Yes, sir.

Mantus murdered his family

during their Sunday lunch.

Then he sat them
back in their chairs

like nothing had happened
and finished his dinner.

He wanted to eat his meal in silence.

He killed them, and
then he posed them.

So the question is, did he kill
and pose Sasha Lowood tonight?

Mantus' house isn't far from here.

Uniforms are already there
in case he comes home.

I know. Now there's been a murder,

I want you two go there, search
the house from top to bottom.

If anything links Mantus
to Sasha, I want it found.

- Yes, sir.
- Everyone else,

if he's not at his
house he has to be

somewhere - find him.

- I can do that.
- No, I like it. I like the process.

Helps me see things clearly.

Is that a new shirt?

Crime scenes make me feel... grubby.

Listen, if you're
gonna have a wobble

and start counting out piles
of coloured pins, let me know.

This isn't the
beginning of a crisis.

- It's basic hygiene.
- Yeah, well, I'm keeping an eye.

I've finally got Evie
out from under the bed.

- Is she talking?
- She feels completely

responsible because she
hid her peas in her pockets.

Her parents have brought
her up to believe that

that if you don't eat your tea,

the bogeyman will come and get you.

Progressive parenting.

My mum would tell me that that was
the bogeyman knocking at the door.

I was terrified, but it
made me behave though.

Evie is convinced she saw
the bogeyman kill Sasha.

She's even given us a
detailed description.

Of a man dressed in dark clothing...

wearing a mask...

with a bag over his shoulder.

Here comes the bogeyman
dressed in black,

carrying children with
his sack on his back.

Down to the river
to watch them drown.

Wasn't there something
about sitting on their bodies

and chewing their bones?

Yeah.

- Probably.
- Well, it may sound silly to you,

but she's only eight.
It's a way of making sense

of what she saw. Here.

"Bogeyman"

The house has never been sold,

never been squatted,

never been used by crackheads.

Why not?

Locals say it's haunted.

The ghost of Daisy Mantus runs
around at night, screaming.

Oh, come on!

All right, calm down.

Well, come on! Out the way, Grandma.

So, this is where they all died,
then.

My auntie's a psychic.

She says buildings like this
absorb negative energy.

If you find a cold spot,
you know you're in trouble.

It means there's a ghost.

Shall we have a seance?

We can ask them where Mantus is.

Don't joke about these things.

Why not?

Who am I gonna offend?

Where's that box of
unexplained cases?

- What do you want that nonsense for?
- I need it. Where is it?

But they're a record
of public hysteria.

Mythologies. Urban Legends.

These files are fit only
for folklorists, not police.

They're still history,
even if you don't like it.

So what is it you're after, then?

The Beast of Bodmin?

The Devil's Footprints?

The Owlman?

I'm looking for a
file on the bogeyman.

You do realise that
none of this is real?

Well, it's real enough
to report to the police.

That's our prime suspect.

Looks a bit like you, mate.

Hey.

My dad used to have a camera
like this when I was like 12.

Bless him.
I used to make

loads of horror
movies with my mates.

Tons of tomato sauce.

Put it back!

All right.

What a beauty!

I wonder if it works.

Do you have to break everything
you touch?

The first mention is in 1550

when he's called
Bloody Bones or Rawhead.

He catches children that tell lies,

he sits on their bodies
and gnaws on their bones,

with blood all over his face.

Stories like this don't
just come out of thin air.

There must have been
an original event,

like a terrible child
murder or something

to inspire Bloody Bones,

and then over the
years the facts are lost

- and the legend remains.
- Excuse me,

Common sense coming through.

Masked killers are not bogeymen.

The Zodiac. California, 1968.

Wore an executioner's hood
while attacking a couple

on the shore of Lake Berryessa.

Seven confirmed victims in total.

The Phantom. Texas, 1946.

Wore a white mask and attacked eight
by the light of the moon.

The killer hides his true self.

He presents society
with a face of normality,

then, when night
falls, he dons a mask,

- his true visage...
- Yes, he's a bogeyman.

He's not a bogeyman!
The killer is monstrous,

- he is not a monster.
- You just said he's...

Bottom line, we're
looking for a loon

who dresses up to kill people.

Do you feel that? It's freezing.

Kent?

Kent, mate?

What are you doing?

I said don't break anything!

Was that you?

Was what me?

Look, don't muck about, Kent.

I know that Evie's
description of a bogeyman

isn't the most reliable,

but this victim reported seeing
the same thing.

Hello, I'm DI Chandler.
This is DS Miles.

Hi.

I guess I should have taken self-defence
classes when I had the chance.

I couldn't fight him off.

I ended up having to play dead.

- Probably saved your life.
- Thank you.

But I'm not crying cos I'm upset.

I'm very, very angry.

I should be able to walk to my car

without someone trying
to rip my head off.

- Of course.
- It would have been so much better

if I could have just
kicked the crap out of him

and had him trussed up
for you guys to take away.

Made it easier for us too.

Sir, we found a ribbon.

Yeah, that's what the
bastard used on me.

He tied it round my neck.

Go on, go and get a cup of tea.

- Come on.
- Oh, that'll be great. Thanks.

Tough girl. I like her.

Me too.

Miss Lamb!

What are you doing here?

I got mugged.

Oh, no! Are you OK?

I thought I was fine, but...

apparently the description
I gave of the suspect

matches a fairytale goblin.

What, you, you...

- you saw the bogeyman?
- Well, I saw something.

She's my witness, thank you.

Ed? Two attacks in two hours

and no cooling off period.
Is this the start of a spree?

Way ahead of you.

Spree killings are defined as
mass murders

that occur in a number of locations
within a short space of time,

typically a single
day or night,

with victims often
chosen at random.

So, you have no time to lose.

How do you catch a spree killer?

When they're dead.

I began the day
at the Coroners' court.

Um, I had to give evidence at the inquest
into the death of a former patient,

Dave Watney.

I'm a counsellor, he was
an alcoholic. Very sad.

Er, then lunch,
I grabbed a sandwich,

and then I was at my
therapy room with clients.

My last appointment finished at 11.

Do you always work
so late?

No, that was the fault of the
inquest. All my appointments

got moved on.

My clients would rather
see me late than not at all.

Right, er, so, 11 o'clock.
What happened then?

Normally I arrive early so I
get a space on the ground floor,

but today I had to
park on a lower level,

so, I got to my car

and I knew there was
someone was behind me.

He put the ribbon around my throat,

and I remember thinking I had to
get his DNA under my fingernails

so if I died he wouldn't
get away with it.

So I tried sort of
scratching at his face,

but the... the mask got in the way.

Can you, erm, describe it?

It was just a sort
of creepy rubber mask.

I could feel everything
getting darker -

it was like I was drowning.

And it was at that
point I thought, well,

better to play dead than be dead.

So I let myself drop.

And... and did he let you go?

Yep.

Erm, I lay on the floor and

and he tied the
ribbon round my neck.

All I wanted to do was just
scream and fight, but...

I had to stay still.

And then I could
sense him walking away.

So...

I opened my eyes and just tried
to get a really good look at him.

Take your time.

Sorry.

He was... he was
just normal height.

he was wearing black.
He was quite thin.

He was carrying a bag over his
shoulder that looked like a sack.

You're doing really well.

Sorry, I've worked
with victims of crime,

so I know what to say and I
know how to give the advice, but

but it's not so easy
when it's you, is it?

Oh, my God.

Someone tried to kill me.

Do you know this girl?

No. Sorry.

Was she attacked by
the same guy as me?

We believe so, yes.

She's dead, isn't she?

Yes.

Do you know a man called
Calvin Mantus?

I've heard of him.
He was a case study

of how professionals
can miss the warning signs.

He hid the extent of
his delusions very well.

- And he tricked all of them.
- Did you meet him?

No, I just came across
him in a textbook.

But Calvin Mantus is in
a secure unit, isn't he?

Sir.

Not much on Sasha Lowood.

Recently broken up
with her boyfriend, TC.

Don't get excited, he
was out with his new girl

and mates at the
cinema and that's it.

Sasha was cautioned about a
year ago for making crank calls.

Stalkers? No enemies? No threats?

Nope, nothing. But
it's early days, right?

Nothing obvious in Mantus's
house to link him with Sasha.

Uniforms are keeping an eye
out in case he comes home.

Dr. Simon Mortlake
from Mantus' psych ward,

he'll be here first
thing in the morning.

Good. Get something to eat,
it'll be a long night.

Hello?

Yes, DS Miles.

What's wrong with him?

Dunno. He's been like this
since we left the house.

He looks shaky.

Yeah, well... he hasn't
had a drink for 24 hours.

That'll be it, then.

What can I do for you?

I'm not sure what I'm looking for.

A crime?

- A weapon? A location?
- No.

I'm interested in witnesses.

People who can't
explain what they saw.

- Unreliable witnesses.
- No, no.

More like what they
saw is impossible,

but they're telling the truth.

- You mean ghosts?
- I know,

I don't believe in them either.

An unexplained phenomena
isn't proof of the supernatural.

It simply means you've overlooked

a perfectly rational explanation.

Yeah.

That's what I'm hoping.

Er, Morgan?

We're just gonna get
someone to drive you home.

Oh, thank you.

Can you take me?

Course he can.

She's only round the corner. Go on.

Take 20 minutes,
get some fresh air.

Fine. Erm, I'll leave
you in charge, Miles.

The moment I've been
waiting for.

I'll just get my keys.

Miles.

You can't match
make during a murder.

Who's matchmaking?
I'm not.

The witness asked you
to take her home.

Maybe she senses
a rapport with you.

Maybe she'll talk to you
alone, away from here,

and say something
she wouldn't mention in front of me.

OK, you may have a point.

I'm full of them. You
should ask me more often.

I know I shouldn't ask an officer

of your rank to ferry me home,

I just feel I can trust you.

I feel safer.

It's erm... it's no problem.

Thanks.

How long can you
hold your breath for?

Hm... 30 seconds?
Then I go really red.

Yeah.

You wouldn't look dead, would you?

- You like cricket?
- Oh, they belonged to my dad.

He told me that everything
I needed to know about life

could be learned through cricket.

My father had much the same idea.

- Green tea?
- Er, yes, thank you.

- You didn't see that.
- What was it?

Er, it was supposed to
have been cod en papillote,

but something went wrong
and the paper caught fire

and the whole thing
went up in flames.

I have great ambitions
but I'm a terrible cook.

Well, it's not an easy dish.

All right, it's a really easy dish.

Until tonight I thought
it was foolproof.

Here.

Thank you.

Um, you said I was
the second person

to describe seeing a bogeyman.

- Yes.
- But the first girl,

Sasha Lowood, was
found dead, wasn't she?

- Yes.
- So who gave you

the description that time?

Well, there was a...
there was a survivor.

What, did the killer not know
they were there?

She hid under her bed.

She's a child?

You know, I'm the one who's...

who's supposed to be
asking the questions.

Sorry. It's my job too, so...

second nature.

So, er...

why did you become a counsellor?

I've always had
a very clear perception.

People would come to me and

and I would help
them achieve clarity

to overcome the
obstacles in their lives.

It sounds like you have a gift.

Knowing what people are thinking

is a curse in a relationship.

No-one can lie to me...

so no-one stays.

Do you lie?

Only to myself.

That'll be...

I arranged for an officer
to watch over the house.

That'll be him now.

It's not necessary to, I'm...

No, I want you to sleep easy, so...

I should go. Thank you for the tea.

Thank you for being honest.

Drunk and disorderlies
are ten a penny,

why is this one so interesting?

Apparently he's wearing some
sort of fancy-dress outfit.

The arresting officer thought he

might fit our profile.

God.

- Is he wearing tights?
- Tights and a cape, yeah.

Well, a cape could look like a bag
over your shoulder.

Yeah, but we're looking for a
calculating killer, not a drunken lout.

We're clutching at straws.

Our killer's still
out there.

And he's not finished yet.

Long night?

I'll let you know when it's over.

I'm dying to get this one started.

There's been a lot
of talk this morning,

among our more susceptible
members of staff,

about fear being a cause of death

simply because it's not
clear how she was killed.

Is it possible to die of fright?

Oh, it's a well
documented phenomena

in cultures where there's a
strong belief in curses and hexes.

So you die of what, a heart attack?

Theoretically, death after fright

could occur from a
sudden cardiac arrhythmia.

Or, alternatively, from the
heart being slowed or stopped

by overstimulation
of the vagus nerve.

- How long does this process take?
- Most likely to be quick,

but we need to
exclude other causes...

by starting this post-mortem
examination first.

OK, well, let's start by
photographing and weighing the body.

Do you want to wait for
this or get some breakfast?

Let's eat now.

I can see it.

I'm willing to guess cause
of death was asphyxia.

1938. Japan.
The Tsuyama Massacre.

Mutsuo Toi killed his grandmother,

then he cut the
electricity to his village

and killed 30 more people.

More examples, but they
all make the same points.

The spree killer is profoundly

alienated from his society.

His motive is revenge,
he wants to show everyone

he's a powerful force
to be reckoned with.

And these spree killings end
in suicide or suicide by police?

The killer embarks on the spree

because, as far as he's
concerned, his life is over.

The spree is the end game
and he expects to die.

If he survives, it's not
because he planned it that way.

We'll save the homework
for later, shall we?

Our Mantus expert has arrived
and is waiting in reception.

A quick word, if you
can spare a moment?

Of course.

How do you do this job, Joe?

How do you bear the weight,

not let it crush you?

The job chose me.

I'm a detective.

I can't do anything else.

But the dead.

Do you see them at night...

when you lie down to sleep?

Yes, I do.

Do they forgive you?

I've learned to live with them.

That's all you can do.

They become a part of you,
you know, a part of your life.

You never forget them.

Does that not help?

It's not the answer
I was hoping for.

All right, Sarah.
Do you have Mr. Mortlake?

Yes, he's just there.

Mr. Mortlake I presume?

Dr. Simon Mortlake,
Broughton Psychiatric Hospital.

DC Finlay Mansell. This way, please.

So, you treat the
mentally ill, right?

That's right.

What would you say to someone
who thinks

they've experienced
supernatural phenomena?

I'd say they could be
under stress.

It could be a psychotic episode.

Or it could be neurological.

Like a brain tumour.

Was the sound on the
television on or off?

It was off.

Muted.

And this girl died of asphyxia?

She had her mobile phone
stuck in her throat.

The second was nearly strangled.

How telling.

Mantus is the most dangerous
individual I've ever encountered.

His delusions are so
impenetrable

he's effectively untreatable.

All we could hope
for was containment.

Yeah? What went wrong there?

He tore out a nurse's voice
box and stole their keys.

Focus on the throat again,
just like Sasha and Morgan.

Yes. The act of silencing.

To this end, he killed his family
for speaking too loudly

and poked out his own ear drums.

But still noise bothers him.

Especially loud voices.

A psychiatric unit
can't be a very quiet place.

No. And herein lies the paradox.

He hates noise and he's
stuck in a unit full of it.

You're making him crazier.

If the world were silent,
Mantus would be less volatile.

He loves silent cinema.

And his idol...

is Lon Chaney.

Mantus has a vast collection
of pictures of Chaney.

You know he was called
'A Man of A Thousand Faces'?

Chaney designed
his own makeup and masks

to create these horrific monsters.

Did Mantus ever dress up as Chaney?

Oh, he wanted to,
but we never indulged him.

- What's this one?
- That one's interesting.

In 1927, Chaney made
'London After Midnight',

a horror film with the
director Tod Browning.

It was said that if you saw the
film it could drive you insane,

and certainly no known copies
of the film exist anymore,

perhaps because they
were all destroyed.

Mantus claimed that he had the
only surviving reels of the film.

- Is that true?
- I really don't know.

Then Mantus insisted
that he had seen the film

and that it was responsible
for his madness.

Well, I've heard of God
telling someone to kill,

or the devil on a
record played backwards,

but 'a movie made me crazy'?
That's a new one.

What movie is it?

'London After Midnight.'

Ah, Tod Browning.

Yeah, I thought you'd
have heard of it.

Every 'Ripperologist' worth
his salt has heard of it.

It has been said the
appearance of Chaney's monster

was based on
Jack the Ripper...

the, er, the top hat, the
cloak, the bulging, staring eyes.

Although there's no evidence

this is what the Ripper
actually looked like.

Well, there is something.

One moment, I'll be back.

I shan't wait.

On the 23rd October, 1928,

a carpenter named Robert Williams

went to see 'London After Midnight'.

The film so disturbed
the balance of his mind

that he suffered visions
of Lon Chaney

making terrifying faces
at him and shouting.

Robert Williams then felt
compelled to attack Julia Mangan

as she walked in Hyde Park.

He slashed her throat with a razor
and killed her.

Mantus wasn't the only first person
to be driven mad by this film.

It would seem not.

This might be
useful. Good work, Ed.

- Just sign this, please.
- Thank you.

Sign it there and there.

- There's a crazy man with a gun!
- OK, where did you see him?

- Near the Carpenter Estate.
- Right, can you describe him?

Er, black clothes. And he's
wearing a freaky-looking mask.

Thank you.

- Cover!
- Move in.

Cover!

Drop your weapon!
Get down on the road!

- I'm taking over.
- Don't.

- They know what they're doing.
- So do I.

I say again, drop your weapon!

This is Calvin Mantus.
He is acutely sensitive to noise.

Shouting at him will
make him more crazy.

He was crazy when we got here.

I just want to talk to
him face to face, quietly.

He's made it clear he's not
going to co-operate, sir.

This is your final warning!
Put your weapon down now!

Just once, I'd like to bring
in a murder suspect alive.

But that's no reason
to risk your life.

You're not thinking straight.

If I don't talk to Mantus, this
is nothing more than an execution.

If they say it's too dangerous
to negotiate, we have to listen.

You may be the ranking officer here
but they have years of experience.

This is what they do!

Authority for lethal
force has just been issued.

They could shoot him at any moment.

It's out of our hands!

- Wait here.
- What you playing at?!

I know how to calm him
down. All we need is quiet.

Well, look at him! He's clearly...

Mad!
He's irrational.

You can't reason with insanity.

No, he looks distressed
to me. In pain.

Like he's looking for help.

- He'll shoot you.
- I've got this, Miles.

- Look, I'm telling you...
- And I'm telling you,

sergeant!
Get out of my way!

Cover him! Cover him!

I want to help you, Calvin.

Can you put the gun down?

No, don't, don't. Please!
They'll shoot you.

No!

It wasn't him! He didn't shoot!
The shot came from the roof!

Sir.

- Oh, my God!
- His mouth's been sewn up.

It's not a real gun.
It's just a toy.

It's wired to his hand.

He's just a teenager.

It's not Mantus.
We shot a victim.

You were that close
to being killed.

People will die tonight and

I can do nothing to save them.

What have you got against Morgan?
You've got a problem with her.

- What is it?
- Does anyone else here

have another suspect in mind?

A name?
A motive?

A link to the victims?

A dead man walking.

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