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OK. We have a deceased, as yet
unidentified female through there.

Looks like she's
been stabbed to death.

Now, we've secured
this floor but not the next,

so confine your work
to down here only.

Testator silens

Costestes e spiritu

Silentium...

And death shall have no dominion

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the
wind and the west moon

When their bones are picked
clean and the clean bones gone

They shall have
stars at elbow and foot

Though they go mad
they shall be sane

Though they sink through
the sea they shall rise again...

Though lovers be
lost love shall not

And death shall
have no dominion.

Right, it's time to go, girls.
- Coming, Dad!

Right, we're off, Lizzie. Back
in about an hour or so, yeah?

Bye, Mum.

And death shall have no dominion

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long
shall not die windily

Twisting on racks
when sinews give way

Strapped to a wheel
Yet they shall not break...

See you.

Faith in their hands
shall snap in two

And the unicorn evils
run them through.

Split all ends up
they shan't crack

And death shall
have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion

No more may gulls
cry at their ears

Or waves break
loud on the seashores

Where blew a flower
may a flower no more

Lift its head to the
blows of the rain

Though they be mad
and dead as nails

Heads of the characters
hammer through daisies

Break in the sun till
the sun breaks down

And death shall
have no dominion.

Do it. Do it.

It's lovely to see you.

- Take care.
- And you. Bye.

All right?

Funny Leo didn't turn up.

Actually it's not. He texted me.

Texted you?

Yeah. Uh, Lizzie Fraser
committed suicide this afternoon.

The police are
going to pay for this!

I mean it!

Work.

Thanks.

Things were OK with your
father, though, weren't they?

Last couple of years.

They were OK.

DS Charlie Winter.

Detective Inspector Connie
James. Nice to meet you, Charlie.

So you're heading
this one up, are you?

No, I just happened to be
passing by a major crime scene.

Thought I'd look in.
I'm up here, by the way

Lead on, DS Winter, please.

Oh, thanks.

DI Connie James.

I'm Harry Cunningham, pathologist.
This is Professor Leo Dalton.

Hi.

His bus pass and Game loyalty
card identify him as Luke Francis.

Who would do this?

Who would do this?

For what it's worth
the till's empty,

as is the safe below the counter,
apart from a few deposit slips.

Don't tell me in all this
he didn't leave his DNA.

Those wounds to his chest,

they're too shallow to
have left all this blood.

Is that a question?

He was found with
a bag over his head

and there were signs of
petechial hemorrhaging in his eyes.

So COD was asphyxia?

If we establish cause of
death, it'll be at the postmortem.

In the mortuary.

So, where'd all this
blood come from?

There was another body recovered
in the house with substantial injuries.

That's Mick Francis.
He's the homeowner.

Looks like he was handcuffed to
that pipe but managed to break free.

And the missing piece?

There.

How'd it get all
the way over there?

You can see all these
circular lacerations on the wrist,

and these paint chips round the
cuffs look like they're the same color

as the pipe from the shop.

- So he managed to free himself, then?
- Maybe. Temporarily.

- Is that the emblem of the SAS?
- I believe it is.

Doesn't really go with the earring
and the Easy Rider poster, does it?

So, where'd the fire start?

Up here.

- Do we have an ID?
- Jessie Francis, apparently.

Daughter of Mick Francis,
the guy on the stairs

and, er, mother of...

Luke, the boy.

Christ.

She was raped, wasn't she?

She was partially clothed
when she was set on fire

- but sexual assault may be hard to prove.
- Thank you.

Sorry, just need some air.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Sort of.

It is a bad one.

And they've entrusted it to a
humble DI who's six months along.

- Do you want to do it?
- That's irrelevant.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

By chucking-out time, I'll have been
bumped for some ambitious chief super.

But do you want to do it?

Yeah, I do.

All right.

- I'm so sorry about the memorial service.
- Oh, don't be silly.

- Harry told me about Lizzie Fraser.
- Yeah.

So sad.

It's more than
sad, it's an outrage.

Poor kids. Did she
leave a note, or anything?

Didn't have to. Buckinghamshire
police wrote it for her.

Every bloody word.

DI James wanted to
know if we could do

the three postmortems
consecutively, first thing?

I'd be surprised if DI James wasn't
bumped before tomorrow, anyway.

Exactly what she
said, funnily enough.

Obviously she knows
she's out of her depth.

I thought she did OK.

Out of her depth, how?

Pressing me for cause of death
in the middle of a crime scene?

She hardly pressed you, she just
wanted to get a handle on the situation...

Which we clearly weren't
in a position to tell her.

In what was a cluster
bomb of a scene.

All right, girls

It's been a long day.

I know. I'm sorry
to hear about that.

You're right. It's, er, it's
three crime scenes in one,

so we'll do the
postmortems as a team.

Make sure we get
the whole picture.

10am all right? HARRY: Great.

12 years ago, my sister
Mary, a forensic scientist,

was murdered by a crack addict

at a crime scene the police
were supposed to have secured.

Now, I did not
sue for dismissals,

I did not seek to
apportion blame,

and I urged my colleagues at
the Forensic Science Service

to pull together with the police
to ensure her killer was convicted.

Now, sadly, that
spirit of collaboration

between the police and
the FSS is long gone.

If something goes right,
the police take the credit.

And if something goes
wrong, we get the blame.

The collapse of the case against
the so-called Mosque Bomber

was due to a number of factors,
the forensics being just one.

The evidence that I gave in...

Have they given you any idea
how long this review will last?

No, but the good news is,
they're starting on Monday.

So, well, it goes without saying,
we've nothing to hide so, erm...

Well, we're hoping a
fortnight, or a month tops.

Right, Lizzie?

Right.

Erm, and in the interim, you want us
to take on Chesham's pathology work?

- Well, in a word, yes.
- Erm...

yes, we can do
that. That's fine.

That is bloody great of you.

I don't know what to say.

Well, the way that the Buckinghamshire
police scapegoated Lizzie is appalling.

You're a true friend, Leo.
Especially now we're in competition.

Obviously we'll contribute stocks
and supplies and other resources.

- Thanks.
- No. Thank you, Leo.

- We'll be in touch, yes?
- Right.

Erm, right, well,
I'll call you, Lizzie.

You look as if you
could do with a drink.

Ursula, if you want to do
this later, absolutely we can.

Jessie took after her dad.
Inherited his wild streak.

I was always the odd one out.

The boring one!

How old was Jessie when
you and Mick separated?

16.

Mm-hm.

When she was 15,
she got pregnant

after a one-night
stand at a party.

And I wanted her to...

stop the pregnancy,
but... she refused.

And...

her dad stood by her.

She had the baby?

And that was Luke?

- Yes.
- OK.

Mick had a winged-dagger
tattoo. Was he a fan of the SAS?

Mick was in the SAS.

I know, it doesn't go with the
earring and the ponytail, does it?

But that was Mick.

A walking contradiction.

Mick worshipped Jessie.

He would have done
everything to save her.

He did.

The body is that of a
well-nourished adult male,

appearing approximately
the recorded age of 58.

There are no decomposition
changes noted.

The deceased is in
good general condition.

There are multiple stab wounds
to the upper chest and throat.

And to the abdomen.

There are defensive wounds of
a similar shape to the left hand...

But not to the right?

- No.
- He was right-handed.

Why wouldn't he defend
himself with his right hand?

I don't know.

Perhaps he damaged his right hand
when he was freeing himself from the pipe.

- Did he break any bones?
- No.

Then that doesn't add up for me.

You're right. Let's
come back to it.

A single right boot
print on the victim's back.

And extensive bruising suggesting that he
was stamped on whilst he was still alive.

There's what appears to be a stun
gun burn in the middle of the upper back.

And there are also brush
abrasions studded with grit,

suggesting the body's been
dragged for some distance.

Fire-damaged clothes recovered
at the scene belong to the victim,

so she was partially undressed
shortly before or after her death.

Burn patterns and
coloration suggest

that she was splashed with
petrol over her genital area.

- That's where he left his DNA?
- Very possibly.

- He raped her?
- Or he didn't.

As yet, there's no
forensic evidence of rape.

- You'll swab for semen, though, right?
- Of course, but,

given the fire damage, I
don't hold out much hope.

The, erm, the light stab wounds

across the chest of the
boy what's that all about?

They could be hesitation marks.

That's a forensic hallmark
indicating an inability to wield the knife.

So he suffocates him instead.
He's... altogether easier.

And the bag would spare him
the sight of his face. His eyes.

He falters.

He's not a seasoned,
cold-blooded killer.

Or killers. Could
be more than one.

I got that list of serious sex
offenders in a ten-mile radius.

- How many?
- 157.

I don't have the manpower
to interview half of that!

You'll have to find other
criteria, get the list down.

Criteria?

Factors.

Hello!

DI James!

Connie!

- Hi.
- Sorry.

Look, I couldn't help overhearing what
you were just talking about in the foyer

and I really don't think you
should be wasting your time

looking for a
serial sex offender.

- Really?
- No.

I think it was a
robbery gone wrong.

- The till was empty, yes?
- Bonus prize.

Well, except for the fact there was
no trace of any blood inside the till

or inside the safe.

So what?

So if the killer just grabbed
the cash on his way out

as a kind of afterthought,
we'd have transfer.

Wouldn't we? I mean, his
hands or his gloves, at least,

would've been covered
with blood by then.

Look, I mean, it's human, I
know, to see the Devil's work

and expect, or hope maybe,
that a devil is responsible,

but, in my experience at least, what
you actually find behind the curtain

is often pitifully small.
Disappointing even.

OK. What else makes
you think it was a robbery?

It'd be easier just to show you.

- Mm-hm.
- Yeah?

All the evidence points
to a lone killer, doesn't it?

It would appear so,
but you never know.

OK...

OK, so the killer arrives here
at the shop just before it closes.

Maybe he makes a show of
buying something to distract Mick

- or to make him turn around...
- Makes sense.

I've tilled up. Ah, never
mind. What can I get you?

The stun gun burn was right in
the center of Mick's back, wasn't it?

Yeah.

My guess is that that's
when he stamped on his back.

Triumphant, like a hunter
standing over his kill.

Yeah!

But then why cuff him? Why
not just take the money and run?

Mick was a big guy. The stun gun will
only incapacitate him for a short period.

Yeah. He needs time
to get the keys off Mick

to unlock the safe...

Which would take, what, a
minute? Couple of minutes, tops?

And Mick will cooperate
because he wants this guy gone

before Jessie and Luke arrive.

So, the killer's first instinct

would be to incapacitate
Jessie and Luke.

He can't have them
raising the alarm.

Mm-hm. So he
brings them in here.

Yeah.

But now he's thinking on his feet.
He only brought one set of handcuffs.

Maybe he, I don't know,
threatened Luke with the knife

to get Mick to give him
the key to the bike lock.

Yeah, and even if Mick resists,
Jessie will insist he complies.

I mean, she'll do
anything to protect her son.

Don't you dare say
anything, you hear me?

And then somewhere around here,
he notices how beautiful Jessie is.

The kind of girl he'd never
get near in the real world.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

You've reached Dr. Harry
Cunningham's phone.

I can't take your call...

Oh, Leo. I've identified
the model of the stun gun.

It's German, and, like the police-issue
handcuffs and the Kevlar mine boots,

it's top-of-the-range stuff.
Not much change from a grand.

- Stun guns are illegal in the UK.
- And most of Europe but not the States,

so I think we should be looking
at mail-order survivalist websites.

Where's Harry?

I don't know.

- OK, a question.
- Mm-hm.

Why does he risk taking Jessie
all the way over to the house?

Move.

It's going to be OK, Luke.

Leave her alone, you bastard!

Why not? I mean, Mick
and Luke are safely subdued.

He can't have the kid screaming.
Plus, Jessie is compliance itself by now.

What? "If I give him what he
wants, then he'll let my son live?"

Do it. Do it!

We don't need to linger on
what happened inside the house.

He's destroyed that evidence.

- But he is now a murderer.
- Mm-hm.

So all he's focused on
is getting away with it.

He comes back here to
finish off Mick and Luke.

Kills Mick.

And that left Luke.

God, how scared
must he have been?

The killer must have
been pretty jumpy too.

Hang on a second, look at this.

Look at this.

You all right, Luke?

I think he got a nasty surprise from Mick
when he came back. There was a fight.

Leave him alone!

Granddad...

Yes, that's why the pipe
was all the way over here.

I knew he had to have a reason
for dragging Mick over there.

He's trying to burn the body.

Yeah, but not Luke.
Why drag Mick?

Well, he's not worried about
us finding transfer on Luke.

Exactly. He must
have lost some blood.

So if the pipe made contact with the
killer, there's a chance of DNA, right?

A fighting chance.

We have blood spatter.

Could be Mick's?
Trying to free himself?

Nope, the pattern definitely
looks like a single sharp impact.

Good news?

If the killer's DNA is on the
database, very good news.

Harry?

Actually, I just need to
make some phone calls.

- Have you been back to the crime scene?
- Hmm. Trying to figure out a chronology.

- Were you going to mention it?
- No need.

Just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Honestly.

And...?

And I didn't want Leo throwing

- a spanner in the works.
- Harry!

Look, we can't just stop working because a
friend of Leo's has been unfairly treated,

if that is what happened.
For all we know,

she was guilty of misleading
Buckinghamshire police.

And by the same token, just
because Leo's been personally affected,

that's no reason to think...

Come on, there's every reason!
You saw him in that postmortem.

He was so censoring!

He didn't allow anything for
this investigation to work on.

- We're a team.
- No, we're not a team.

We're part of a team. And the
other part, like it or not, is the police,

and if we just stop engaging with them,
then the only winners are the bad guys.

Tom Byrne.

Thank you.

Where?

A farm off the M25.

Three people are dead.
One of them a child.

- We sure it's her?
- DNA says so.

I want to speak to the senior
forensics, the pathologist and the DI

who was in charge
until 30 seconds ago.

- Yes, sir.
- And, Ginny?

I want them to come here.

They need to see
what they're a part of.

If something goes right,
the police take the credit,

and if something goes
wrong, we get the blame.

There was one batch of
toxicology which showed traces

of hydroquinone peroxide
under his fingernails.

So not the bog-standard peroxide

that he might have come
into contact with at his work?

Right, and the police got
very excited when I said that

hydroquinone might be a
potentially explosive catalyst.

- But you retested?
- Of course. No hydroquinone.

How did the police take that?

Badly. By that time
they'd made up their mind.

Deepak Khan had
been making bombs.

They'd had him on their watch list for
years and they wanted their day in court.

So how do you
account for that first test?

Cross-contamination.
A misreading.

Or Khan really had got trace
amounts of the chemical on him.

Three possibilities.

None very satisfactory.

No.

Don't... don't take this
the wrong way, but...

is there any way you might
have misled the police?

In court, under huge pressure,

I may have changed one
"probable" in my police report

to a "possible," but that's it.

It never crossed my mind

they were pinning their entire case
against Khan on my interpretation.

No, of course not.

When my sister died...

I nearly stopped.

Not because I
was afraid or angry

or because I thought it
would happen to me...

but because...

What?

It's crazy.

Lizzie?

You can tell me.

I felt as though Mary
was telling me to stop.

Warning me.

There.

Told you it was crazy.

Hey, hey, come on.

I've been wanting to
do that for 20 years.

Goodbye, Leo.

I've caused you
enough trouble already.

Leo! I was worried. The office
said you left two hours ago.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've just
been... driving around, you know?

- I understand, I just wanted...
- Hello, Simon.

Leo.

I'm arranging Lizzie's funeral.

Greg's not up to it, I'm afraid.
He's, erm, he's in a dreadful state.

Oh. Well, that's
very good of you.

He wanted me to pass
on a message, though.

OK.

He's very much hoping that
you would read at the service.

Yeah, of course. Yeah,
of course. I'd be glad to.

Leo.

Hon...

Simon said you
saw Lizzie last week.

- Week before last, actually.
- You didn't mention it.

- Didn't I?
- No.

I told you I'd agreed to
help out with their workload.

They came to see me about that.

It's not the kind of thing
you sort out on the phone.

No, of course.

How did she seem?

Fine.

Well, upset. Understandably so.

But relieved you were
stepping into the breach?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

What?

Just seems a bit odd
you didn't mention it.

I mean, not at the
time, but... afterward.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

This is...

This is the Wraith inquiry.

It is indeed.

First she was the Ghost.

Then a Scottish crime correspondent
christened her the Wraith.

And what has it got
to do with our case?

Let me offer some background.

Since 2000, the DNA of an
unidentified female perpetrator,

the Wraith, has been found
at a huge array of crime scenes

across Buckinghamshire
and Hertfordshire, most notably

the murder of PC Maalik Amar
in Marlow on Christmas Eve 2010.

But that was not the
Wraith's first murder.

She killed Meg Stiles
in November 2000,

apparently for the meager
contents of a jewelry box.

Now it seems her DNA has been
found at the Ashtree Farm crime scene.

Inside a pipe, I believe.

Sorry, sir. The
recovered DNA is female?

One set is female,
one set is male.

But there was only one
set of shoe prints... sir.

I have some questions of
my own, if that's all right?

No...

I mean, yes. Of course.

Thank you.

Now, I understand this was
a messy, complicated scene

with a high volume
of trace evidence.

That's correct.

Is there a specific reason, then, why
you chose to swab inside the pipe?

Well, when I... when we
reconstructed the scene...

it became clear that Mick Francis had
used the pipe as an improvised weapon.

What led you to that conclusion?

There was an outstanding
question from the postmortem

as to why Francis had
defensive injuries on his left hand,

not his right when
he was right-handed.

Attack is the best
form of defense.

We also found some crescent-shaped
indentations on a wooden doorframe,

which matched the
circumference of the pipe.

- Any splinters of wood inside the pipe?
- Yeah, some.

Sounds like your
theory panned out, then?

Not quite, sir. We felt sure
the perpetrator was male.

Acting alone.

It's entirely possible, in fact
probable, that a male was present.

Ginny, can we have a
look at the Amar footage?

Now, this is CCTV
footage depicting the murder

of PC Maalik Amar
on Christmas Eve 2010.

Is it the slighter figure
that you think is the Wraith?

Aye. We recovered DNA on
the far side of the back seat

the CCTV showed her climbing in.

The dynamic between the shooter
and the Wraith gels with our profile -

that she's an addictive
personality who lives for kicks,

whether it's drugs or
giving the finger to the police

or turning lowlife
losers into killers.

And rapists?

Aye, so it would seem.

Are you surprised she'd be involved
in a sexual assault on another woman?

Nothing would surprise
me at this point in time.

The sexual element, together
with the murder of a child, are new,

but as you've seen, cold-blooded
murder and male accomplices are not.

Over the years, DNA evidence
suggests she likes working with men.

And those identified have proven to
be drug addicts and lowlife criminals -

weak, needy people
she can manipulate.

Has she ever worked
with the same man twice?

Once.

And the lucky guy
hanged himself in his cell

while we were
questioning him about her.

That's the level
of fear she instils.

But he did furnish us with an
E-FIT before he killed himself.

I've taken over many
cases from other officers

during the course
of this inquiry,

and I've benefited greatly from

a full and comprehensive
debrief in each case.

But you should be
under no illusions.

The Ashtree Farm murderers
will be subsumed into my inquiry.

DI James?

Yes, sir. Of course.

Harry?

When exactly did you and DI James
"reconstruct the scene" together?

I had a specific, and I hope valuable,
reading of the scene I wanted her to hear.

I'd like to hear it too, if
that's all right with you?!

OK. Erm... essentially that
it was a robbery gone bad.

That sounds more to me like a
reading of a criminal than a crime scene.

- Never been a problem in the past.
- Well, it is now.

Leo, I work with
you, not for you.

Not even with me,
so far on this showing!

Moving forward, it
makes sense if I deal with

one pathologist
rather than three.

Would that be you,
Professor Dalton?

No, it will be Dr. Alexander.

This is a triple murder linked to
one of the worst serial offenders

- in recent memory.
- I'm aware of that.

And you're just
too busy, are you?

Something better to be doing?

My administrative duties
stack up at this time of year,

and your case requires 100%.

And on top of those duties,

you're shouldering the
workload of the Chesham lab?

That's right.

No doubt you're acquainted with
the pathologist who committed suicide,

Professor Fraser. I imagine, among
the forensic pathology community,

there's a sense that
Buckinghamshire police are to blame.

That they made her a scapegoat for
their big case crashing and burning.

Is that why you don't
want to work with me?

I was more than acquainted
with Professor Lizzie Fraser.

She was a good friend of mine.

And, actually, it's
not the only reason.

I'm intrigued.

It was my partner Janet
who did the profile for you,

so being involved so
closely feels inappropriate.

Janet?

A small world. How is she?

Oh, she's fine.

She did a great job for us.

A light in the darkness.

You be sure to give her my best.

Sir, there's a call.

Excuse me.

Surely what happened at Ashtree
Farm is an atrocity that requires

the combined efforts
of all three of us?

Number one, there was nothing
combined about you and DI James

going off to reconstruct
the crime scene.

And number two,
you're not off the case.

You're working to Nikki.

- Do you have a problem with that?
- Of course not.

What I have a problem with is
why I am working to her on this case.

And I cannot believe that
if Lizzie Fraser was here...

- Never mind.
- What?

If Lizzie Fraser was here, what?

Never mind.

Come on, Harry!
Courage and conviction!

I cannot believe that if
Lizzie Fraser was here,

she would want this dead
young woman and her son

short-changed so that
you can prove a point!

- Leo!
- Nikki?

In the morning, I'd like you to walk
me through the scene at Ashtree Farm.

Meantime...

- Connie.
- I'll get you the postmortem reports

of our other victims to
bring you up to speed.

I think we need to document
everything we found at Ashtree Farm.

- Now. Today.
- Why?

I don't know.

Two people? Really? Maybe
we just missed something.

Going around a detective
super, it's a bad idea.

Who said anything about
going around anyone?

I'm off the case. You heard him.

I also heard him say he values
a full and comprehensive debrief.

You should've been
a bloody lawyer.

Come on, let's get it all down.
We'll get a takeaway, my treat.

Rash words. I'm eating for two.

Really? I thought
you were just fat.

Could you clear
Dr. Alexander a desk, Ginny?

And dig out the path
reports for the three murders.

Sure.

Listen up, people!

Go home.

Get some sleep.

I sense tomorrow
will be a long day.

This triple murder feels
disorganized and reckless.

She'll be vulnerable, on edge...

and God willing, she
might even make a mistake.

The morning briefing is
here at 5am. Off you go.

You too, Ginny.

- Shouldn't there be a preliminary...?
- I need you on your game tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Make yourself at home.

All right?

You're all over the news,
man. You killed a kid.

Collateral damage.

Bit of mission creep...

bit of course-correction
required.

Yeah, but what's your plan?
What's your exit strategy?

What are you talking
about, exit strategy?!

You're a moron, you know that?

At least I'm not the most
wanted man in England.

Give it a week. They'll find
something else to worry about.

Iraq, Afghanistan,
the stock market.

Hey, get your trainers off the
covers. My mum's just washed them.

Just tell me again.
What happened?

- From the beginning.
- Will you shut up?

You're putting me off!

- Don't know why I bother coming round.
- Yeah, me neither.

Meg was a schoolteacher,
a first-aid volunteer,

a fundraiser for a
cancer research,

and the mother of five boys.

Murdered in her
home for loose change

and a couple of silver-plated
rings worth 50 quid.

Where was the DNA found?

On the scarf and a
teacup. Are you one sugar?

Yes, one please.
And Ray Carpenter?

Antique dealer in Windsor,
low end of the market.

He was shutting up shop on a
Friday night when she attacked.

20 stab wounds and immolation.

What does that say to you?

- Listen, I'm not a profiler...
- Oh, come on, Nikki.

None of us work in isolation.

Off the record?

Overkill like that typically
suggests a very personal motive,

or the aggressor's suffering
from some form of psychosis.

Janet's profile suggests a long-term
but high-functioning drug addict.

Right. Based on what?

Based on the fact that two days
after she murdered Ray Carpenter,

a syringe of her blood was
found in a school playground.

There was heroin residue
mixed in with the blood.

What about her other crimes?

DNA links her to 16
break-ins, three street robberies

and a dozen or so car thefts.

Her DNA was also
found on a bullet

recovered from the brain
of a nightclub bouncer.

Now, we don't think she
was present at the scene.

More likely she sold
the gun to the killer.

The three street robberies what
kinds of descriptions did they give?

Vague. She's always
hooded or masked,

and nearly all her crimes
were committed at night.

The guy was ex-SAS. Ex-SAS!

Oh, no shit, Sherlock!

You are dark, man.

You are dark. I knew you
were bad, but this? This is...

Was there a woman...?

Was there anybody up
there with you at the farm?

What?!

Again.

Just, did anyone, you
know, talk you into it?

What the hell would you
say a stupid thing like that for?

Hey?

The Devil.

The Devil was up there wi' me.

She's a thrill-seeker of
the most dangerous kind,

and the biggest kick of all is embroiling
the weak and the needy in her crimes.

Killing by remote control.

Come on, Lee. Now
it's time to clean up.

You think she went into the
house with the killer and Jessie?

You think she
witnessed the rape?

At the killing of PC Amar, she
got into the car with the gunman.

Sir, it's me. I don't know what kind of
face Dr. Alexander's putting on for you,

but it's not her real one.

And DI James is still
very much on the team.

You disobeyed a direct
order from a senior officer

and you're obstructing
a live inquiry.

- Such bullshit.
- Harry, don't.

- I'd be careful.
- Why's that?

Detective Superintendent Byrne
is very possessive of this case,

and his bite is considerably
worse than his bark.

12 years we've
been waiting for this!

She's killed a
cop. So what's left?

Have you all come here to
question Janet's findings?

They're more afraid of
her than they are of me.

I'm not a cold-blooded killer.

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