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~ Get off! ~ Just STOP moving

'Alpha Papa One Two to Uniform.'

We have the Benedetto girl.

Where's my wife?

I don't know, Jimmy.

Sally-Ann Spector, I am arresting
you on suspicion of perverting

~ the course of justice. ~ What?!

Paul Spector,

I am arresting you for the unlawful
imprisonment of Rose Stagg.

No sign of Rose Stagg's car?

No, ma'am.

We need to find that car...

I'm asking you to account
for the presence on your phone,

of a number of video files featuring
the image of Rose Stagg

... and I am loved and nothing
that you can do can take that away!

Do you know that?!

DO YOU KNOW THAT?!

What is your explanation for those
files being found on your phone?

Detective Superintendent Gibson.

Thank you.

Hey, Ged.

Seems the car was set on fire
deliberately, ma'am.

Is it definitely Spector's?

Yes, ma'am.

It looks like the car exploded with
the stuff scattered far and wide.

Was it extinguished?

Burnt itself out.

No human remains
apart from some burnt hair.

Most likely from the mannequin
in the boot.

We should get this car to the labs.

I need the forensic evidence
and as fast as possible.

Yes, ma'am.

Tell me where the
car is on these photographs.

There.

Have we checked this building yet?

Not yet, ma'am.

Do those look like
Rose Stagg's tyres to you?

Could well be.

We should wait for my team
to arrive, ma'am.

She could be in there.

New padlock?

Fetch the bolt cutters.

'I feel sorry for you.

'I really do.'

~ Ma'am? ~ 'You must have had a terrible
childhood

'to be able do this to me.

'I feel sorry for you.'

No-one here.

'Establish a cordon.'

Protect the scene.

Get the photographers in first...
then the CSIs.

The whole area will need to be
searched.

We might need protective tents.

You think she was in here?

I know she was.

The question is, where is she now?

~ Hello? ~ 'Jimmy?'

Yeah?

'It's me. I think I've found your
missus.'

~ Where? ~ 'On the esplanade in Bangor.

'She just went in to one of
the houses. Hold on.

'It's number 92.

'If it wasn't her...'

The Benedetto girl is still refusing
to see her mother.

Her "appropriate adult" should be
here by nine.

She's been advised that she's
entitled to legal advice, but has
declined to obtain it.

That said, she's still a juvenile,
so we need to keep the period
of detention to a minimum.

~ Oh, I know. ~ We're bringing Sally Ann
Spector up from the cells now to
resume her interview.

~ Good. ~ Also, Tom Stagg is here to see
you, ma'am.

Later today an announcement is going
to be made

to say that a man has been arrested
and is being held in custody

on suspicion of the abduction and
unlawful imprisonment of Rose.

That same man has also been arrested
for the murder of Joe Brawley

and the serious sexual assault on
his sister, Annie.

We also believe that he's responsible
for a number of other recent murders.

So...

Really, you're telling... you're
telling me Rose is... Rose is dead.

No, I'm not saying that at all.

Not at all.

What's his name?

~ Is it Peter? ~ I can't tell you that
until charges are brought.

Has he given any information about
Rose?

Or where she might be? Or...?

Or... what's he...

~ what he'd done with her? ~ No.

But we will keep questioning him.

I saw her, the wife, Sally Ann,
being taken away in a car.

~ When was this? ~ Yesterday afternoon.

How are you spelling that surname?

I don't know. Spector, I don't know
how you spell it.

~ 'Yeah?' ~ It's Ned. Who've you got
in custody at the moment?

~ 'Why?' ~ It's just a story I'm working
on.

~ 'Do you have any ideas?' ~ I'm
thinking... Sally Ann Spector.

~ 'Go on.' ~ Paul Spector.

That's right.

Is there much excitement surrounding
that arrest?

Paul Spector?

'Very much so.'

Jimmy?

What are you doing here, man?
There's police everywhere.

What's happening?

There've been arrests, they're
searching that house.

Good.

Good?

You know him?

He did this.

When?

~ Jimmy, I need to get that story from
you. ~ I need your car. ~ What?

You heard me.

Jimmy, please!

Jimmy, not my phone! My whole life's
in that phone!

Ma'am.

We have the downloads from Katie's
phone.

There's something you should see.

'What are you wearing?'

'Nothing.'

'Prove it.'

You wanted to see me?

I thought that Katie's diaries were
a complete fabrication,

with her alibis for Spector
and... detailed sexual encounters.

A schoolgirl fantasy.

Then this shows up on her phone.

I'd like you to lead on the interview
with her.

She's a juvenile.

If sex is the issue, would it not
be more appropriate if she spoke to
a person of the same gender?

Yes, probably.

Also easier for her.

Which is why I want you to go in
first.

Whatever she says...

just keep listening.

Give her your undivided attention.

She's obsessed with Spector.

Let's see how she deals with somebody
of a similar age...

and similar looks.

You see that light that's just
come on?

Yes.

That's to indicate the interview's
being monitored.

OK.

Tell me... how you first came to
meet Paul Spector?

I was 14.

My mother knows Sally Ann.

I started baby-sitting for them.

How did the relationship develop?

You've read my diary?

Yes, I have read your diary.

It's all in there.

Well, tell me now, Katie.
In your own words.

I want to hear it from you.

Most nights when I baby-sat,
Paul would walk me home.

'We'd walk for ages just talking
about music and poetry.'

'He's read so many books, he knows
so much about art and literature.'

I write and record songs.

We started talking about music.

He listens mainly to blues music.

I wrote a song for him.

I played it to him one night in
his study.

That was the first time we kissed.

It's in the diary.

It was a gentle kiss at first...

just lips touching softly.

But then it became more passionate.

Sally Ann was downstairs so we had
to be careful,

but... he opened my shirt...

kissed my breasts...

.. licked and sucked my nipples.

'I put my hand on the outside of
his trousers,

'felt how big he was.

'He was getting hard.

'And that was as far as it went
that first time.'

'We waited a few minutes and went
back downstairs.'

Ma'am... there's more.

'And this was when you were 14?'

Yes.

You know Paul Spector can go to
prison for the things you're saying?

We love each other.

~ You love each other? ~ Completely.

A trawl through Dolan's computer

has turned up thousands of
recordings made in his hotel.

The whole place seems set up to
allow him

to spy on his guests... including
Spector.

He tied her up, then he left her.

This is her getting free.

When is this?

The same night you received the call
from Rose Stagg's phone.

Why did you break into
the Spector home?

I wanted to feel close to him,

be near his things.

Why did you take this picture?

For fun.

Why are you wearing that T-shirt?

Also for fun.

That's the E-FIT of the killer.

~ Yes. ~ Did you have the T-shirt made
yourself?

~ Yes. ~ Why?

Because it looks a bit like Paul.

Because... it is Paul.

No... it just looks a bit like him.

It's a joke.

Why were you in Spector's hotel
room?

I was just waiting for him.

~ Waiting for him to come back. ~ Did he
ask you to go there? ~ Yes. ~ Why?

So we could go to bed together.

What were you burning in the sink?

Nothing really. I was bored.

I was just burning things.

~ Things? ~ Yes.

Did he ask you to destroy evidence?

Evidence of what?

There's some additional tapes you
should see.

It's all more complex than I thought.

Did your husband ever give you any
gifts of jewellery?

Over the years, yes, of course.

Any pieces that you didn't
particularly like,

but that he encouraged you to wear?

I don't think so.

What are you thinking?

He did give Olivia a necklace.

My mother questioned whether it was
appropriate for a child.

Then it just disappeared.

Can you describe it for me?

A large medallion kind of thing.

Red, I think.

Is this the necklace?

Yes, I think so.

Who is that?

That is one of the murder victims,
Sally.

Sarah Kay.

You asked if your husband
was arrested

for having sex with a minor.

He was not.

He was arrested, initially,

for the abduction and false
imprisonment of Rose Stagg.

He was subsequently further arrested
for a serious sexual assault...

and the murder of Joseph Brawley.

I'm going to show you a drawing...

.. marked Exhibit GM2.

Can you to tell me if you
recognise it?

I'm sorry but the charges being
faced by my client's husband

~ should have been disclosed at the
very start of... ~ Your client has
admitted

to perverting the course of
justice.

She has agreed to cooperate with us
in full.

How is your intervention in this
interview helping her?

I'm bleeding.

What?

I'm bleeding.

'We need to get him to talk.'

Just... present the evidence,
nothing more.

Make him realise that his silence is
futile,

the evidence overwhelmingly proves
complicity.

Yes, ma'am.

If he speaks... ask him open
questions

and just keep listening.

Yes, ma'am.

This is the continuation of an
interview with Paul Spector.

The time is 10.17.

I must remind you that you're still
under caution.

I'm Detective Constable
Gail McNally.

Also present is Detective Constable
David Carvin.

'Human-scent dogs tracked the killer

'from the place where Joe Brawley
was murdered

'out along the Airport Road to
Conns Water.

'That route, together with
Conns Water and sections of'

the Musgrave Channel, have been
thoroughly checked.

I'd like you to account for the
presence of your fingerprints

found on a pair of decorating shears
retrieved from the water

that we believe were used in
the commission of the offence,

namely the murder of Joe Brawley.

We have the scissors here, marked
Exhibit GG12.

Traces of blood found on
the scissors

were tested and found to be a good
match to that of Joe Brawley.

I believe your fingerprints

and traces of Joe's blood were
found on the scissors because...

Sending in someone who looks

'vaguely like Annie Brawley

'is pretty feeble, Stella.

'You can do better than that,
surely?'

Once again...

I'm asking you to account for the
presence of your fingerprints

on these scissors, Exhibit GG12.

Seems you've witnessed Paul
Spector's aberrant sexuality...

.. at first hand.

Where did you get that?

You obviously know... he's
the killer...

.. so why continue to insist he was
with you on these dates?

When he was only with you on
this date...

the night Joe Brawley was killed.

And then only after he'd fled
the scene.

~ Only someone with a narrow mind
would call that aberrant. ~ Katie,

there's a great deal of evidence
already to tie Paul Spector

to the crimes of which he stands
accused. Your lies... are futile.

Why ruin your life?

Because I was asleep before I met
him and now I'm awake.

~ Because I see everything with new
eyes now. ~ We are going to press
charges, Katie.

You will go to jail for what
you're doing...

aiding and abetting a murderer.

You're 16. It's right that you kick
against authority,

your mother, me.

But there are other ways of
expressing your dissatisfaction.

I've heard your songs...

you're very talented.

If you wanted to pursue music in
later life

a criminal record could stop you
from travelling...

to the US, for example.

Many other professions would be
closed to you.

You're not listening.

I love him.

I'm not allowed to show you the...

crime scenes pictures that I have
here,

but you should have some idea of
the kind of man you say you love.

That you're protecting.

Fiona Gallagher's neck

was compressed by the sheer force
with which the ligature was tied...

to the point that it measured just
over nine inches in circumference.

Imagine that.

The anger and the hatred of women

that would allow someone to do
something like that. I'm finished.

It'll be a matter of routine
police work

checking your phone, your internet
records, CCTV,

witness statements, to destroy the
alibis you've created.

All that remains now is for you to
be charged.

So... before we finish the interview

is there anything that you would
like to add, clarify

or...

explain?

You wouldn't understand.

Liz.

~ Liz! ~ Jesus!

~ I want to see my wife! ~ Oh, God!

~ Wait there, Liz. ~ Liz! ~ Stay there.
~ Where's my wife?

~ I want to see my wife! ~ James!
~ Don't let the kids down.

~ You're not allowed to be here!
Please go. ~ Liz.

~ Liz. ~ Did you hear me? You have to
go. ~ I can't live without you.

Please! Why won't you see me?
Talk to me?

~ You know why. ~ Liz, just talk to me,
please. ~ Stay back!

~ Liz! ~ Get away from her. ~ The police
are on their way!

~ Police? Huh? ~ Oh! ~ Leave her alone!

~ She's my wife and she's coming home
with me! ~ The police are coming.

~ Stop it! ~ You're coming with me.
Come on.

~ Get your hands off her. ~ James, I'm
not! ~ You're coming home with me!

~ Let her go! Ohh! ~ Get out the way!

~ Is it him? Is it Spector? ~ What?!
~ Is that what this is? ~ Oh!

~ Is it Spector? Huh? Is that what it
is?! ~ No! It's not him.

~ It's... you! ~ I know what happened
when he came round to our house.

~ Nothing happened! ~ Don't lie to me!
~ Get off!

~ Don't fucking lie to me! ~ Get off!

Get the fuck out! Let her go!

OK!

It's true.

I fucked him in Danny's bed!

And he was way better than you!

Is that what you want to hear?

Stop it!

So you don't want me any more?! Huh?

~ Fine. ~ Oh, God! ~ Oh, God!

I'll kill the lot of you,
then I'll kill myself!

~ Jesus Christ! ~ I'll kill all of you
and it'll all be your fault.

Don't! Please, just go!

~ The police are coming! ~ There are
children here, children upstairs,

~ boys the same age as our Daniel!
~ He was my boy, too!

Go!

Fuck!

~ Go! ~ Leave us alone!

Oh, God!

We have found hairs from both
Spector and from Rose Stagg

in the abandoned building.

The good news is there is
no evidence

to suggest that she was killed
there.

Some of the wire from the burnt bras
is a good match

to items we know to have been in
possession of Alice Monroe.

There are sufficient specific
references to dates, times,

locations in the fragments of the
journals that have survived the fire

to be able to state with some
certainty

that the subject being stalked was
Sarah Kay.

How much longer do you need to finish
your work?

We'll let you have the results as
they come in,

but at least 48 hours.

If I said I was wearing a pink
spotty shirt...

would that be the truth or a lie?

~ A lie. ~ 'And if you told your teacher
that something bad happened to you,

'but really it didn't happen,
you were making it up,

'would you be telling the truth
or a lie?

'I'd be telling a lie.'

You know you're not in any trouble?

You can leave this room at any time,
go back to Granny.

OK.

I want to show you a drawing,
Olivia.

~ Did you draw that? ~ No.

~ 'Are you sure? ~ Yes.

'I'm told your daddy gave you
a necklace?

'Yes, but I lost it.

'What did it look like?

'I can't remember.

'Did it look like... this?'

No.

Did you tell your mummy one time

that you saw a naked lady in your
house?

A naked lady in the roof?
In the loft?

~ Did she tell you I said that? ~ Yes.

What do you think you saw?

~ I can't tell you, it's a secret.
~ It's a secret.

OK... then I won't ask you to tell.

What I do need to know, though, is
what you think might happen

~ if you did tell me? ~ I don't know.

Daddy would go to prison?

'Thank you, love, you did
really well.

'I'm going to take a break there.'

I think she saw the mannequin.

There's a... a shop window mannequin

in the boot of Spector's
burnt-out car.

I think his daughter must have
seen it.

'Well done.'

She just wants to protect him.

She doesn't know what from...

.. but all her instincts are telling
her to protect him at all costs.

~ 'You want to go shopping?
~ Uh-huh. ~ Yeah?'

Go on.

What news on Sally Ann?

Still in hospital.

She had a scan this morning which
confirmed the ultrasound results.

Sac and baby could be clearly seen,
no heartbeat.

Seems it happened while she was in
custody. There'll be an enquiry.

Are we losing much in losing her?

I don't think so.

As far as Sally Ann Spector knew
her husband was doing volunteer work

for the Suicide Help Line on
the nights in question.

He went running at night a lot,
but she never thought that
was especially strange.

It seems he never indulged
his sexual perversities with her

and he was only ever a kind and,
apparently, loving father.

The truth is she knows nothing
about him.

~ So, stupid and incurious, but
innocent? ~ It seems that way.

We only have 12 more hours with
Spector.

Time to move things on.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Eastwood.

'A vehicle has been recovered

'that has provided us with a great
deal of new forensic evidence.'

In light of that...

Paul Spector, I am further
arresting you

for the murders of Fiona Gallagher,
Alice Monroe and Sarah Kay.

I must remind you that you are
still under caution.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence if you
do not mention

when questioned something that you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

Do you understand?

I'll talk to Stella.

No-one else.

'Just to her.

'Just you, Stella,

'no-one else.'

I know that this investigation has
placed huge demands on you.

Procedural pressures,
the long hours,

the emotional pressures of
the crimes themselves.

But is it wise to involve yourself
in the questioning of this man?

He asked for me.

I don't think I have a choice.

It's a departure from normal
practice.

~ I know. ~ For which we will both be
held accountable.

As I said... I don't think I have
a choice.

He knows things about you...

from your diary, which he can and
will use against you.

I know.

I've been face to face with
pure evil, Stella.

Jensen. Spector is cut from
the same cloth.

~ He's not a human being,
he's a monster. ~ Stop, Jim.

~ Please, just stop. ~ What?

You can see the world in that way
if you want,

you know it makes no sense to me.

Men like Spector are all too human,
too understandable.

He's not a monster, he's just a man.

I'm a man.

~ I hope to God I'm nothing like him.
~ No, you're not.

But you still came to my hotel room
uninvited

and mounted some kind of drunken
attack on me.

It wasn't an attack.

That's unfair. I was...

~ I just wanted... ~ What did you want?

I don't know.

To fuck me? Nail me, bang me,
screw me?

I wouldn't use those words
about you.

I was saying no, Jim, quite clearly.

You ignored me and carried on.

It's not the same.

No, it's not the same.

But you still... crossed the line.

Ma'am.

The DNA extracted from the lock
of hair

found in Spector's possessions
doesn't match any of the victims.

It is, in fact, a familial match to
Spector himself.

His mother perhaps?

Certainly the photograph appears to
be his mother, Mary Garrison.

When did all this begin for you,
do you think?

All this?

Take me back to the beginning.

To your childhood, your family.

Why?

You have a lock of hair in
your possession.

Is that your mother's?

And a photograph.

Is that of her?

She must have meant a great deal to
you if you've managed to keep them

in your possession through all
those years

of care and juvenile incarceration.

Everyone's mother means a great deal
to them.

Not everyone's mother commits
suicide.

That must have left you feeling
very angry.

Abandoned.

Alone.

I hadn't expected to hear mother
blaming from you of all people.

But you were a lonely child?

And you weren't?

All children are lonely.

We've spoken to Father Jensen.

Do you remember Father Jensen?

He remembers you as a child in care.

He has an interesting story to tell.

He says that you threatened him.

Threatened his eyesight if he laid
a finger on you.

He told you that?

He used to take us camping.

And every night when it came to
bedtime

there was always the same discovery,

we were one sleeping bag short.

The chosen boy was encouraged to
share with Father Jensen.

I never threatened him or anyone
else, I simply didn't wash.

Ever.

I was repulsive.

That's how I escaped his attentions.

I was never invited to share his
sleeping bag.

I was sent away instead.

~ To the south? ~ Yes.

What age were you when you started
the breaking and entering?

The fetish theft?

12 maybe.

And were your fantasies always
sexual in nature?

Aren't everyone's?

When did the sexual impulse become
fused with violence for you?

You sound a little out of your
depth, Stella.

Do I?

I think you're struggling
to understand things

that are way outside your
experience.

Enlighten me.

You're a very self-aware person,
Stella.

You spend a lot of time observing
yourself.

You have sex in the head.

I doubt you've ever... fully given
yourself to anyone.

I doubt you ever truly lose
yourself.

And you have?

The thoughts, the feelings that
I experience

are way beyond anything that you
could call fantasies.

Sounds and colours are more vivid,

odours more intense.

My skin becomes sensitive to even
the slightest of pressure.

The outside world means nothing,
only the interior world is real.

It is... utterly compelling,
compulsive.

Nothing can pull you back from
the edge.

Not laws or threats of punishment,

morality, religion, fear of death.

All of those things are as
meaningless

as the life that you're about to
extinguish.

When was your first attack?

Did it all start with Rose?

Are there other victims... that we
don't know about?

Victims before Fiona Gallagher?

No.

Fiona Gallagher was the first.

The first person you murdered?

Yes.

'You admit to violent sexual
fantasies from the age of 12.'

How did you resist acting on those
fantasies until the age of 30?

What sustained you?

I always had a project to occupy
myself.

A project?

A woman... to study.

Did you break into their houses?

Yes.

Steal their undergarments?

Yes.

Attack them?

No.

Why not?

I was...

I had children.

You still have children.

Small children.

You're a barren spinster so you
wouldn't know,

but small children take up all
your time.

Tell me about the first time.

What was it like?

It made me sick.

The smell disgusted me.

The first was the worst and hardest
to get over.

But a switch had been flicked...
a line crossed.

Something was done that couldn't
be undone.

Something that separates you from
the common herd.

I was ill for four days after.

You're in a state of
existential shock.

But then you find yourself

unchallenged by divine and secular
power.

OK... So why not do it again?

But better.

Alice Monroe?

Yes.

Tell me about Alice Monroe.

With Alice I took it to
another place.

I spent time with her after,

washed her, dried her, put her back
to bed, photographed her.

An elevated aestheticism,
if you like.

Treating her like a doll... like
a mannequin?

Tell me, do you speak to them?

To the women that you torture
and kill?

No.

Do they die slowly?

Yes.

Loosening and tightening your grip
around their throat?

Keeping them suspended between
life and death?

Yes.

Binding them first?

Yes.

How long do you torture them?

Do you inflict sexual acts upon them?

~ I'm not a rapist. ~ You violate them.

You're a rapist.

I perform no overt sexual acts on
my victims.

You are driven by sexual fantasies

and you act out with force.

Tell me about these rituals that
you perform.

About the washing and drying,

painting of the nails, the putting
back to bed.

What is there to tell?

Do you take and keep souvenirs?

What do you think?

I think a lock of hair.

And you don't just photograph them,
you also film them,

acting as your own pornographer.

Tell me, how does it feel afterwards?

Renewed.

Guilt? Shame?

Remorse? Fear?

You must feel fear?

So tell me, did Sarah Kay represent
perfection to you?

~ Perfection? ~ Aesthetically.

Maybe.

But she was pregnant.

You wrote... that you feel protective
towards children.

Why do children have protective
status in your world

when someone like Sarah Kay doesn't?

Where does your sentimental view on
childhood come from?

How does it accord with the truth
of your own...

a tale of abandonment and abuse?

Who is Big Foot Chester?

~ What? ~ You created a video messaging
account

under that name and with one contact,
Katrina Benedetto.

I was wondering what that name
denotes?

She's just 16.

A child, surely,

and yet you performed a sex act on
yourself for her.

She recorded it.

What could you possibly gain from
corrupting her?

And how is that being protective of
children?

What did Sarah Kay ever do to make
her a potential victim

when, say... Olivia is not?

She's my daughter.

All of your victims... are daughters.

Where did your hatred of women
come from?

I don't hate women,

I hate everyone and everything
including myself.

Olivia?

Once a man has achieved contempt
for himself,

he achieves contempt for all
man-made laws and moralities

and is truly free to do as he wills.

You're under arrest,

you're going to prison...

.. in what sense are you free?

I live at a level of intensity

unknown to you and others of
your type.

You will never know the almost
godlike power

that I feel when that last bit of
breath leaves a body.

That feeling of complete possession.

Yes, you felt empowered,

invincible even...

.. but you're under arrest.

Maybe you did possess your victims...

but you couldn't keep them

and now they're gone...

and you're alone.

Fuck you!

It's an addiction...

.. like every other.

It's an addiction that needs to
be fed.

It's an addiction that enslaves you.

How is that different

from the many and varied compulsions
that drive you?

Your obsession with your father?

His looks, his eyes, his voice,

his skin, his smell.

Are you sure... that way back,

beyond your ability to truly
remember,

are you sure that he didn't
possess you?

Little Stella in the night...

make you his?

It reads that way to me.

If he didn't...

.. you sure as hell wanted him to.

The Sarah Kay kill was tainted,

so you moved against Annie Brawley.

Moved way too soon.

And you got yourself into a fight.

~ I think that's called changing the
subject. ~ Maybe.

You couldn't call it a fight...

it was more of a mismatch.

He came into the room,
I was strangling his sister.

Armed with a heavy piece of wood

the best he could muster was a blow
across the back.

What kind of bourgeois nonsense,

the influence of parents, teachers,
the church, police officers,

contrives to make you incapable of
crushing another man's skull

even to save your sister!

In that moment, his squeamishness,
whatever the fuck,

in that moment, he sealed his fate

and he should have sealed hers.

A miserable worm bleating,
"Annie? Annie?"

He deserved to die choking in a pool
of his own blood.

Piece of shit!

Don't pretend that you care
about him.

You listed the victims to me on
the phone.

"For Fiona Gallagher, Alice Monroe,

"Sarah Kay, I don't let you."

No mention of Joe.

What's one more man to you,
more or less?

Let men perish. Who gives a fuck?

Where's Rose?

'You can't make me devalue my life
in any way! I will celebrate life!'

'I love and I am loved and nothing
that you can do can take that away!'

'Do you know that? Do you know
that?!'

'Why the fuck are you watching this?

'You sick shit!

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!'

Who were you talking to?

Yourself? Me?

The people who like to read and watch
programmes about people like you?

Who?

Where is she?

Is she dead?

Tell me.

Where is Rose?

We're done here.

You've got everything you need
from me.

But be aware, it's not over
between us.

In fact...

it's just begun.

Seems we've got him.

Well done.

Paul Spector...

you're charged that on the 10th day
of December 2011...

in the County Court Division of
Belfast,

you did murder Fiona Gallagher
contrary to Common Law.

That you on the 15th day of
March 2012

in the County Court Division of
Belfast

did murder Alice Parker Monroe
contrary to Common Law.

'That you on the 16th day of
April 2012

'in the County Court Division
of Belfast

'did murder Sarah Kay contrary to
Common Law.

'That you on the 20th day of
April 2012

'in the County Court Division
of Belfast

'did murder Joseph Brawley contrary
to Common Law.

'That you on the 20th day of
April 2012

'within the County Court Division of
Belfast

'attempted to murder Ann Brawley
contrary to Common Law.

'That you on the 3rd day of
May 2012

'in the County Court Division of
Belfast

'unlawfully and injuriously
imprisoned Rose Stagg

'and detained Rose Stagg against
her will contrary to Common Law.

'Do you want to reply to any of
the charges?'

When do you have to go to court
again?

In July.

Are you still going to sit
your exams?

If the school'll let me.

There's so much about him in
the papers.

I know.

Did he do it?

Oh, yes.

Are you all right?

You said a strange thing.

When?

When you first asked me to interview
Katie Benedetto.

You suggested I was like Spector.

What did you mean by that?

I meant what I said...

.. similar age, similar looks.

Not anything more?

Like?

Something deeper.

Deeper in his nature that you see
reflected in me somehow.

So...

you remind me of Spector?

I fuck you...

therefore I fuck Spector?

Is that where this is going?

It's a thought.

Well...

.. a repellent one.

Would it be so odd?

There's something fascinating
about him.

A strange allure.

A woman, I forget who,

once asked a male friend... why men
felt threatened by women.

He replied that they were afraid
that women might laugh at them.

When she asked a group of women why
women felt threatened by men...

.. they said...

"We're afraid they might kill us."

He might fascinate you...

.. I despise him with every fibre of
my being.

I need to take this.

Gibson.

'It's Eastwood, ma'am.'

Go ahead.

'Spector has come up with an offer.'

Get dressed.

Go on.

Are we any clearer on whether it's
Rose Stagg or Rose Stagg's remains?

He's said nothing about that, he's
just given us a location.

It's forest... beyond where Rose's
phone was last used,

up beyond the quarry, beyond
the lair.

Excuse me. Sorry.

~ Gibson. ~ 'It's Sally Ann Spector.'

'I've thought about it... I'll bring
her in.'

I'll send a car for you right away.
Thank you.

Thank you.

We're on.

We have to be discreet about moving
him out of here.

Anderson to escort Spector with me
in one vehicle.

Two other cars. Ferrington and her
partner, Hagstrom and Mitchell.

Get Ged Green to meet us in
the forest

with TSGs and a medical backup.

We'll need a... a helicopter in
the air.

What about Spector's court
appearance?

~ Change it. ~ OK. I'll get the transport
organised.

Isn't it just another power play?

Another attempt to control
and dominate?

~ Yes, but we don't have a choice.
~ Even if it's a wild-goose chase?

You know what I've asked you to do,
just get on with it.

Yes, ma'am.

This is the room we'll be in.

Have a seat there, Olivia.

~ Hello, Daddy. ~ Hello, darling.

~ Thanks for coming to see me.
~ It's OK.

You look funny in those clothes.

These are just work clothes.

Oh, OK.

~ How's Liam? ~ Annoying.

Mummy's been ill.

I know.

There's something I want to say to
you...

something important.

Watching you grow up... has been the
best thing that ever happened to me.

I'm sorry for all the times that...

you needed a cuddle... and I
wasn't there.

I'm sorry that the projects in my
life took up so much time.

I should have cherished every moment
with you.

I've heard you say that you want to
be a doctor...

and a pizza maker and a pilot

and a princess when you grow up.

I just hope that one day,
despite everything,

that you can be happy.

When are you coming home?

Not for a while.

I've got work to do here.

Do you work for her?

Sort of.

And we have work to do.

It's time for Olivia to go.

I love you, little one.

I love you best in the whole wide
world, Daddy.

Thank you.

Simon, I want to move the people
carrier in between you two,

so if you can pull forward
30 feet for me?

Johnny, take the people carrier in
between the two squad cars, please.

Are you sure he's the right choice?

~ Who? ~ Anderson. Wouldn't
someone like Martin be better?

Sheer physical presence.

Anderson arrested Spector,

interviewed him first about Rose.

He deserves this.

Trust me, he's strong enough.

Callan?

Spector's on the move.

It's me. Do you still have my car?

~ What's happening?
~ Spector's being moved.

Moved where?

Well, not moved. He's taking the
police somewhere. I... I don't know.

~ I just need to get there.
~ What was he arrested for?

~ Jimmy, please, I don't have time.
~ Where are they going?

Slieve Dove.

The forest?

I actually... I don't really know
any more than that.

Get in.

~ What? ~ I'm driving!

~ Jimmy...
~ Don't "Jimmy" me, you piece of shit.

If you want to go, get in.
I'm driving.

Where now?

Keep on this road.
Another half mile.

From convoy two.
All units, stand by.

'From TSG one. Support vehicles
in position at rendezvous point.'

There's a track on the left.
Take that track.

From convoy two.
All units take track on left.

Just up here,
there's a stopping point.

All the vehicles should pull over.

In there.

Can you tell me
what I'm going to find?

In there, 200 yards or so.

Take that track, lead the ambulance.

I'm going in, keep pace with me.

Keep everyone else
out of the forest,

~ there's no sense in contaminating
a crime scene. ~ Yes, ma'am.

There's nothing here.

'There's no sign of Rose.'

Tell her to keep going.

Go deeper, Stella.

Prisoner says to keep
going, ma'am.

There's clearly something
going on between you.

What?

You and the fragrant Stella.

Is that right?

Let me give you some advice.

If you haven't done it yet, don't.

I've tasted both the fantasy
and the deed.

The fantasy is way more piquant.

Rose's car is here.
I repeat, Rose's car is here.

'I'm going to take a look.'

Roger, copy that.

Ged, we need a crowbar.

'Understood. On my way.'

Here, ma'am.

Jesus...

I don't feel a pulse.

There's no rigor.

That could have passed by now.

She's chilled, Ged,
but she's not stone-cold.

Jesus Christ, she's alive.

She's alive.

Unexpected.

Get the medics up here now.

'There's another individual
on the edge of the woods.

'Er, someone we can't account for.

'They are directly north
from the parked police vehicles.

'Directly north.'

Get one of the uniforms to
check that out.

'Control to Alpha,
Papa 5, come in, please.'

Alpha Papa 5.

'Movement on the ground detected.

'Due north of your position,
please investigate.'

Alpha Papa 5 received
and understood.

~ Are you taking this? ~ And lift.

Don't lose her,
please don't lose her.

Looks like he left her water.
Food even.

Jesus Christ. Can you imagine?

Cordon off the area, Ged.

Yes, ma'am.

Drop what you're holding and put
your hands behind your head!

Have you seen this, ma'am?

Good God.

Ohhh...

We need an ambulance!

Shit!

Don't move, stay still.

I need something to tamp the blood!

We need help!

Can nothing land?

We've got three men down here.
We need urgent medical backup.

'I can't land.
The trees are too dense.

'Repeat. I cannot land.'

~ Jesus Christ.
~ 'The trees are too dense.'

Get a medic up here now!
Go, go, go, go, go!

Oh...

Oh, we're losing him!

We're losing him!