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This is a human bone.
Where did you get this?

It's not about me. It's my mum.

Came from Arnold Mears.

- I thought he was in prison.
- He is.

You know why you're here, Annie?

He said there were more bodies
than the three he'd been tried for

and he wanted to tell
me where they were.

And you never told the police?

Helen Karamides has been accused

of retaining tissue
samples from dead infants.

I've brought you something.

It's some research. I'd
like your opinion on it.

You take such an
interest in me, Doctor.

Is that professional
or personal?

Testator silens

Costestes e spiritu

Silentium...

Right, so this plumber's
guy collects body parts?

His mother does.

Sorry, obviously, no, the plumber
guy's mother collects body parts.

Annie Farmer was Arnold
Mears's appropriate adult.

Arnold Mears? I thought appropriate adults
were for juveniles with absent parents.

Well, apparently under the Mental
Health Act, it's standard procedure.

When the police arrested
Mears, he was obviously disturbed

and someone classified
him as vulnerable.

Vulnerable?

So, what do you
think you've got here?

I've only just started examining
them, but four individuals.

Approximately 15 bones each.

And Mears went
down for how many?

Three counts of murder.
All women under 20.

Right, so this four
making seven?

- 12.
- 12.

Mears told Annie that he's
killed 12 girls altogether.

And you believe him
and her, for that matter?

I don't know, but it's worth
finding out more, isn't it?

I can send samples for DNA comparison
with the missing persons database.

- This is police business.
- I know.

But Annie says that if we get the police
involved then Mears will stop talking

and we'll never
know the final figure.

Apparently he calls these
hand bones his souvenirs.

Then when she's
collected all of them,

he'll tell her where the
rest of the bodies are.

Right.

She's been digging up these
bones for five years, Harry.

So, the idea is that...

once she's collected a kind of full
house in this game of finger bingo

then he will suddenly come clean

and reveal the whereabouts
of the rest of these bodies?

Come on! He's just playing
a game with her, isn't he?

Maybe you're right.

But if you won't help,
he will destroy my mum.

Hello?

What?

When?

She came to see me last night.

I didn't think she...

What happened?

Er... nothing really. We talked.

She was angry.

At me, I thought.

She gave me a package
containing some research material.

I didn't open it.

What was she looking
at on the computer?

Good morning,
Dr. whoever you are.

I, er... sort of
hope it's you, Leo,

and I sort of hope it isn't.

Because if it is someone else then
you'll only be interested in the what,

not the why.

The dosage. The
temperature. The alcohol.

I could save you the trouble.

But if it isn't someone else,
Leo, then you might as well know

that in the cabinet over there
are all the tissue samples you...

correctly allege I retained
without proper permission.

I wrote to tell her
that the Institute

was opening disciplinary
proceedings against her.

Maybe some pathologist
will carry on my work.

Maybe even you, Leo.

So, what is the correct
salutation in these circumstances?

Cheers?

Good health?

Or just good night
and good luck?

Please, turn it off, will you?

Catherine Morrison.
Harriet Green. Louise Alsop.

Why do they sound so familiar?

Arnold Mears's victims.

Arnold Mears?

Mm, the guy who killed
several girls a few years ago.

Helen was the
pathologist on the case.

What?

I'll get some paint, you
know, I'll do it up nice.

Like a... proper bedroom again.

Maybe I should go and
see him one last time.

No.

That's... that's
all over with now.

- Maybe he could help us.
- Help us? What with?

You didn't tell him
about Tina, did you?

Course not.

So, these bones you're talking
about are evidence of... of crimes,

- of multiple crimes.
- Yes.

So, why haven't you
shown them to the police?

- Annie Farmer asked me not to.
- Oh, come on.

I was about to, and
then you called...

This is not your fault, Leo.

Is this the letter
you wrote her?

- Yes.
- Hasn't opened it.

She had opened... this.

Which is odd.

"and this once known,
shall soon return,

"And bring ye to the place

"where Thou and Death
Shall dwell at ease..."

- Paradise Lost.
- Is it?

Who sent her that?

I think I can tell you.

I can confirm that a body has left
the home of Dr. Helen Karamides,

the pathologist at the center
of the shaken baby controversy.

We have no details at the moment

but it is not believed that the police
regard this death as suspicious.

May we have a comment, please?

A respected colleague of ours has
passed away. It's too soon to comment.

Is it connected
to the court case?

Is it true that she was
about to be struck off?

Like my colleague, I
have nothing to say.

Dr. Alexander, what
has happened here?

No comment.

1st of July 2011.

Interview between Helen
Karamides and Arnold Mears.

Good morning, Doctor.

I'd like to go back to
your family, Arnold.

Hm. You think the boy's
unhappy because he's poor?

No brothers and sisters.
You didn't have a mother.

- I did have a mother. Of course I did.
- In a biological sense, obviously.

But how well did you know her?

What was she like?

You take such an
interest in me, Doctor.

Is that professional

or personal?

Of course, I forget.

You're intimate

with all your patients.

I don't have patients.
MEARS: Oh, yes, you do.

Dead ones.

Slight yellowing of the eyes.

Spider nevus on the right hand.

On both hands.

Some reddening of the palms.

Do you think I'm mental, Doctor?

I think you're ill.

So, it's not my fault?

It's very difficult to
prove that sort of thing.

Would you like to
look inside my brain?

You could prove it
then, couldn't you?

Perhaps.

There I'd be,

sitting there on a shelf in
your laboratory, in a glass jar.

My poor damaged brain

looking down on
you for eternity.

- Did you feel anything?
- When?

When...

With the women.

- You mean when I cut them?
- Yes.

Did I feel anything?

Do you?

Well, that's different.
I'm a scientist.

Didn't you wonder
what they felt?

Do laboratory animals have
feelings, Dr. Karamides?

You regard yourself
as a scientist?

I like that.

You and I are the same.

Like two little peas in a pod,
with one small difference.

And what's that?

You do the postmortems.

I do the pre-mortems.

All right, Arnold?

Mum.

No.

Helen Karamides was utterly
determined to prove her theory.

There's a mass of
material. There's MRI scans.

Er... statistical analyses.

Clinical reports. And
most intriguingly of all...

she was very, very
interested in Arnold Mears.

She interviewed
him for 40 hours.

- She could not keep away from him.
- Why?

Judging by her PM
reports on his victims,

she was formulating a theory
about Mears's personality.

She thought that
he lacked affect -

you know, couldn't tell the
difference between pain and pleasure -

but that he wanted to find out.

- He experimented on his victims?
- Karamides thought so.

But then she made the most
interesting discovery of all.

Take a look at this.

This is a scan of
Arnold Mears's brain.

- Wow. Look at that.
- Scarring.

- On a massive scale.
- I've never seen anything quite like it.

Where did he get injuries
like this? Fighting? Prison?

Childhood?

She thought he
was a shaken baby.

That's why she was
interviewing him.

Trying to find out about his
childhood, trying to get inside his head.

He obviously got inside...

hers.

And you've examined
these remains?

Just a preliminary study, yes.

But the cuts and scratches on
the distal bones are clearly visible.

Indicating?

That Annie Farmer's
story is probably true.

They were hacked off
by a blade of some kind.

They were still alive?

Impossible to say.

Well, their suffering's
over now, thank God.

Though not the agony
their families went through.

But you've brought that
one stage closer to resolution.

What are you going to do?

Our job, I hope. The way it should
have been done in the first place.

The original team were so keen to put
Mears away, they stopped at three bodies.

Didn't push him any further.
Understandable, I suppose.

But a case isn't
over till it's over.

- I'll be in touch. LEO:
Thanks very much.

- You will be sensitive, won't you?
- Sensitive?

Well, it's just that Annie Farmer
told me all this in confidence.

Mrs. Farmer should have gone
to the police a long time ago.

I know but, as I was trying to explain
to you, she didn't feel she was able to.

Try telling that to the families.
Concealing evidence is a serious offense.

Dr. Alexander feels, we all think, that
Mrs. Farmer acted from the best motives.

I'll do what I can.

But our priority has got to be finding
where Mears buried these poor women.

Of course.

H264.

Open up.

"So pondering,

"and from his armèd peers
Forth-stepping opposite,

"half-way he met His daring foe,

"at this prevention
more Incensed,

"and thus securely
him defied..."

Huh. What's all that about?

It's from Book VI.

The very heart of the poem,

where the Son of God charges Satan
and his legions, drives them into hell.

Fascinating.

You read that to those girls
before you hacked their hands off?

No.

I read it to myself.

What can I do for you?

You went down for three murders.

But there were
more, weren't there?

It's all a bit of a blur.

You don't remember how
many women you killed?

I've got a medical condition.

Something wrong with my brain.

I tried to get my head around it, but
there's something wrong with my brain.

Well, let me help you.

We have evidence that you murdered
as many as seven young women.

I'm offering you the chance
to tell us where they are.

- Seven, you say?
- At least.

Mm.

No. I'm sorry, nothing's coming.

Maybe you made a mistake.

Oh, we have scientific evidence.

What evidence?

Bones. From the hands
of at least four individuals.

You've been talking
to Annie Farmer.

Hello?

You're not answering
my calls, Annie.

Are you bored of me?

No. Of course not.

Have you found
someone else to talk to?

What?

I had a visit from a policeman.

I told you what would
happen if you talked to them.

I didn't talk to the
police, I swear.

The policeman mentioned
your name. He was very specific.

We've known each
other a long time, Annie.

I would hate to think we
couldn't trust each other anymore.

You can. You... you
can. You can trust me.

I do hope so.

Because if I thought I couldn't,
we wouldn't have our little chats.

Just when you were about to
get exactly what you wanted.

Am I?

Yes.

Do you want to visit me
today? We can talk about Tina.

Really?

Yeah.

Just tell me who
you were talking to.

Then we can have our chat.

Dr. Alexander.

Nikki, Nikki Alexander.

Everything all right?

Just a couple more
questions, if you wouldn't mind.

- Of course.
- For Dr. Alexander.

- It's about Annie Farmer.
- What about her?

I've spoken to the governor of the
secure unit where Mears is being held.

Now, Mrs. Farmer has visited
him 31 times in the last three years.

Now, that's almost once a month.

I told you, she
feels she's got to.

And I've checked with the other
prisons where Mears has been held,

and there's a similar pattern.

Well, she can't
stop. That's the point.

Now, I'd say that was a pretty full
diary even for a wife or a partner.

What are you implying?

I just need to be sure we're not
dealing with a romantic obsession here.

What?

Well, she's a lonely woman.
Wouldn't be the first time.

I don't think that
Annie's like that.

Well, maybe she just
enjoys the attention.

What, you're saying that she digs up
bones to make herself look important?

Oh, he was her moment of
glory. She wants to hang onto it.

- Have you been to see him?
- Obviously, I've re-interviewed him.

Did you tell him about Annie?

I'm back, Mum.

Mum?

Mum.

Does she seem familiar?

It's difficult.

D'you think you remember her?

Yes.

I remember her.

- What's the matter?
- Mum's gone to him.

Are you sure?

He rang when I was
there. I know it's him.

They've got a code, a signal
he uses when he wants her.

She ignored it.

- So?
- He rang back after I'd gone out.

- How do you know?
- Because I just know.

And this time she's taken
Tina's picture with her.

Who's Tina?

- My sister.
- Your sister?

She left home when she was 16.

Walked out one morning after her
and Mum had a row, and that was that.

And you think that Mears has got
something to do with her disappearance?

No, I don't. I think she's
just out there somewhere.

I tried to tell Mum this, but, it's
almost like she wants it to be true,

to end the not knowing.

She thinks it's fate that
took her to Mears. God's will.

Andy, the best people to help
your mum now are the police.

No. I told you, didn't I? If the
police find out, he'll punish her.

You don't know his power. He's poison.
He can make her do anything he likes.

Andy, the police
are already involved.

They've spoken to Mears.

And they will help your
mum, I promise you.

I'm sorry.

Had to do tell them. No choice.

I trusted you.

Mum trusted you.

I took you to her. I-I
thought you'd help us.

These are human bones,
evidence of terrible crimes.

Talking about my mum.

He knows.

You've given her away.

He'll find a way
to kill her now.

Where is she?

Tell me, please.

Where did you bury her?

Arnold, please...

tell me.

Please tell me where she is!

A little goodbye kiss. Go on.

Tell me. Please.

Come on, come on.

Oh, please.

Yep.

You're quite sure? She's not
still in the building somewhere?

OK. Thanks.

She's already left the prison.

Probably gone home.

- Leo?
- Yep.

I'm worried about Annie Farmer.

- Why?
- Her son's just come to see me

and he's convinced that Mears is
going to punish her for talking to me.

How? He's in prison.

Look what happened
to Helen Karamides.

- Harry?
- Hm?

The DNA results from the
bones have come through.

They've all been identified from
the missing persons database.

Good.

- Arnold Mears's DNA is all over them.
- Very good.

Hang on. Look at this.

DNA from the bit of cloth.

- And that's not Mears's.
- Contamination.

But it's very close.

And whoever it is, they're
not on the national database.

Probably borrowed someone's
handkerchief sometime

and then later used
it to wrap the bone.

Mears lived alone.

He was a loner. The police argued
he was the classic solitary killer.

Maybe someone helped him.

What, you think there's an
accomplice? A family member?

It's possible, isn't it? I mean,
you heard that policeman.

The original team was so
desperate to put Mears away

that they stopped
at three bodies.

If they didn't follow that up
then maybe they missed this too.

The things that poor
woman had to listen to.

The foulest things.

And the tone of his
voice as he said them.

What she was doing
there I'll never understand.

It was hard enough for us.

Two of my lads asked
to be taken off the case.

But he loved it.

Couldn't wait to confess.

Every last detail.

We've discovered some
new forensic evidence which...

raises some questions.

Did you ever suspect
that he had an accomplice?

An accomplice?

Another Arnold Mears?

God forbid.

Did you ask him if
he'd killed any others?

Of course, but he just smiled his
stupid smile and started reciting poetry.

We were just glad to put him
away and forget about him.

And I suggest you do the same.

Can I help?

Is there anything in here about
Arnold Mears's family background?

Why are you interested?

DNA suggests he might have had
an accomplice, a family member.

Well, the police would have
mentioned it, wouldn't they?

What happens if they
didn't know about it?

I think he might
have bluffed them.

Apparently he was so graphic
when they were questioning him,

they just wanted
to put him away.

But maybe he was
protecting someone,

distracting them so that they
never asked the right questions.

And?

Well, whoever he is, this
accomplice might still be out there

and Mears might be
sending Annie to him.

Well, during her interviews, Helen
asked several times about the family.

But he was always very evasive.

She was convinced that
he'd been abused as a child

so she carried on
the investigation.

Looks like his mother
died in childbirth.

No siblings.

He was brought up by his father.

Still alive?

Er... yes.

It won't take long, will it?

It's just he gets very tired.

It's just a quick
swab, that's all.

Mr. Mears?

Mr. Mears?

Mr. Mears, I'm Nikki
Alexander. I'm a pathologist.

This is my colleague
Harry Cunningham.

Hm.

Someone did tell you we
were coming, didn't they?

Yes. Ha-ha.

We want to ask you some
questions about your son, Arnold.

Don't... don't tell
him I'm here, will you?

Don't worry. We won't.

When did you last see him?

Wasn't my fault.

What wasn't your fault?

Anybody would have loved her.

She was... so beautiful. Huh!

She went away.

Did you help your
son, Mr. Mears?

Eh? Yeah, of course I did!

I did everything I
could for the boy!

But he had...

Satan here inside of him!

You won't... you won't tell
him I'm... I'm here, will you?

For God's sake, for God...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Can we take the swab, Mr Mears?

Yes.

- What do you think?
- I don't know.

It doesn't seem very likely,
does it? But if not him, then who?

The DNA will confirm
it one way or the other.

Yes, but that will take time,

and meanwhile we have
no idea where Annie is.

And if he wasn't the
accomplice then...

Hang on a minute. Excuse me.

How long has Mr. Mears
been a resident here?

Well, he was here when I
started, about seven years ago.

- Has he always been this frail?
- For as long as I've known him.

Has he ever gone out much?

- Outside the home, do you mean?
- Staying with family, that sort of thing.

He's never been beyond the
seat at the bottom of the garden.

Any further than that and he wouldn't
be able to find his way back again.

Thanks.

Look at this. Arnold Mears,
aged nine years and three months,

admitted to hospital with severe
concussion on the 10th of May 1957.

An accident while playing
- that's what it says here.

But the police suspected that
the father might be responsible.

Well, he may or may not have
beaten him up when he was a kid, but...

It wasn't the father.

He definitely wasn't Mears's accomplice.
- No.

- Any another members of the family?
- Don't appear to be any.

- Where did the accident happen?
- The hospital was in Ladbroke Grove.

There's no home address.

Mr. Mears appears to have
been a verger at St. Chad's.

That's a church down the road.

If I remember rightly, there's
an entry in Helen's diary.

Yes, here we are.

She went there three
days before she died.

Did she find anything out?

Who knows?

"let each His
Adamantine coat gird well,

"and each Fit well his helme,

"grip fast his orbèd
Shield, Borne eevn or high,

"for this day will pour down,

"If I conjecture aught,
no drizzling showr,

"But rattling storm of
Arrows barbd with fire."

Excuse me.

Have you been coming to
this church for a long time?

Many years.

You don't remember someone
called Arnold Mears, do you?

You might know his
name. He's in prison now.

I think his father was the
verger here some time ago.

Everybody knows
about Arnold Mears.

Did you know him personally?

I met him when he was a child.

- Later?
- I wasn't here then.

Do you know if he had
any brothers or sisters?

Not that I've heard of.
He... he was a lonely child.

So... so I've heard.

Thanks.

Why are you asking
all these questions?

I'm doing some research.

To... try to find out
why he did what he did?

Yes.

Well, there was another woman here
last week asking the same questions.

- Yes, she was a colleague of mine.
- I... I told her then everything I know.

I mean, he used to play here
when his father was working.

Apparently he had a terrible
accident when he was nine.

Do you know if
that happened here?

In the crypt, I believe.

Thank you for your help.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I need to take
this call. I'll go up.

- Right.
- Thanks.

Mum!

Mum...

Mum.

Mum!

Nikki.

I've got some news.

Have they found Annie?

No. No, it's Mears.

He's decided to reveal where
the remaining bodies are.

Right.

On one condition.

What's that?

He reveals them to you.

Nikki?

Yes. I'm here.

Don't make physical contact.

Don't give him anything or
accept anything from him.

And don't tell him
any personal details.

You don't have to do this, Nikki. No
one's going to think the worse of you.

It's OK. Is there anything else?

Yeah, earpiece.

Won't that make him suspicious?

We won't be able to
communicate with you otherwise.

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

Good luck.

Thanks.

- Mr. Mears, I'm Dr...
- Dr. Nikki Alexander. Yeah.

I know all about you. I
did invite you, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Did your bring your pencil
and paper, like a good girl?

No, of course you haven't.

Your friends next door
will have taken care

of all the clerical
details, won't they?

I hear you want to tell me where the
bodies of your other victims are buried?

Oh, you are in a hurry.
You got somewhere to go?

It's all right, you're
perfectly safe.

I can't harm you.

He's taking control.

Doesn't matter if he tells her
where the bodies are buried, does it?

All right. Let's talk
about Annie Farmer.

Annie? Annie!

Annie's gone, I'm afraid, and,
er... she won't be coming back.

Where have you sent her?

I've sent her to find
her long-lost daughter.

No, you haven't.

No, I haven't.

You've no idea where Tina is.

I was just being polite.

Trying to give her
what she wanted.

To tell you the truth...

I was getting a bit
bored with Annie.

- So, you're getting rid of her?
- Mm.

Were you bored
with Dr. Karamides?

Dr. Karamides killed herself.

- Nothing to do with me.
- I think it was.

It was pills and booze, wasn't
it? What a way to die, eh?

Face down in a pool of your
own stomach contents. Hm.

Dr. Karamides used to
come and visit me quite often.

I think she was
half in love with me.

Oh.

Some women probably
do find you interesting.

Exciting.

Do you?

No.

Then why are you here?

You invited me.

Well, maybe if you got
to know me a bit better,

you might come and visit me
out of more than politeness.

Maybe I would.

How often would you visit me?

Once a month?

It'd have to be more than that.

It'd be nice to have
something to look forward to.

OK.

More than that, if you like.

We could talk about
important things.

What made you happy,
what made you sad.

Intimate things.

They'd never let us.

- Change the subject, Nikki.
- What's she playing at?

Wait. Wait.

They would,

if it was about the bodies.

I could give you them,

one at a time.

So, that would make...

12 visits.

At least.

You're lying.

I may not be an educated man,
Dr. Alexander, but I'm not stupid.

You lie to me again, I'll leave

and that'll be the end
of your precious Annie.

- I don't like the way this is going.
- I think she knows what she's doing.

Let's talk about your work.

D'you like it?

Yes.

Cutting up bodies. Mm, so do I.

Sometimes I'd cut them
up before they were dead.

That was always the fun bit.

You had it easier, though.
Someone got rid of yours.

I had to get rid of mine all by myself.
That was always the difficult bit.

You managed,
though, all by yourself.

Or did you have
someone to help you?

Well, listen, it's been lovely having this
chat with you and the rest of the team,

but I think this
conversation is over.

He's told us nothing.

Come on!

Don't you walk away from me!

I went to St. Chad's today.

That must have been a
strange place to grow up.

A little boy all by himself. Can't
have been much of a childhood.

- I was happy enough.
- That's not what I heard.

- Who from?
- An old lady I met there.

She said she felt sorry for you.

Well, I'm glad somebody does.

Arnold!

Where are you?

I know you're in here!

So, you can stay in here.

I'm sorry.

Don't leave me here.

I promise to be good.

- Did your father beat you, Arnold?
- What?

Dr. Karamides said she found scarring
on your brain. Is that how you got it?

My dad? He wouldn't dare.
Is that the best you've got?

Get me out of here.

- Why did you bring this today?
- Well, you can't be too careful.

Last time I left it in my cell, I
found a cop with his nose in it.

No, leave it alone!

I said, don't touch it!

"To my dearest Arnold,
from his loving mother."

I thought she died
when you were born.

Was it your mother who beat you?

My mum loved me.

Mum! Where are you?

Mum! Mum!

But they sent her away.

Why?

When my Dad got her pregnant.

She was 13.

They said she was a slut!

Wouldn't let her see me!

But she wanted to.

My mum, she loved me!
She's the only one that ever did!

So, how did you damage
your brain? Who did that to you?

I did!

I did!

I did!

- I did!
- Mears!

I did!

I did!

- Hold him!
- Stop! Stop it!

Arnold! Arnold!

Where is she?

Where's Annie?

Hello?

Nikki.

Where?

Go away!

I'm not here to hurt you.

Are you the police?

No, I'm looking for my daughter.

Who sent you?

Arnold Mears.

Arnold?

My son?

I tried to help him.

I wanted to, after what
had happened to him.

That's why I came back.

You protected him.

It wasn't his fault.

Where is she?

She's here.

Where?

I kept her.

I couldn't let her go.

She was the last one and he...

he hadn't finished with her.

I didn't know what else to do.

She was still alive!

- Tina!
- She's all right.

I gave her food. Water.
I... I cherished her.

I knew one day
someone would come.

She's waiting for you.

Up there.

Mum!

Mum?

Tina's come back to us.

Mum, that's... that's not Tina.

Shh, shh.

God has sent her back to me.

Annie?

Are you OK?

- You're all right.
- Mears' last victim.

Soon get you sorted out.

Hm.

I'm not sure it is.

At least Annie's alive.

- Well done.
- What for?

Mears has come clean
about the remaining bodies.

It's over.

Hold it. Stop.

Yeah, we've got something.

Testator silens

Silentium...

Silentium...