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- Dr. Hill?
- Mm-hmm?

Thank you for coming.

Do you remember this woman?

Hmm, rape victim.
That's, uh, Carrie Hitchens.

And the man?

It's Carrie Hitchens' rapist.
That's Carl Blisset.

We now represent Mr. Blisset.

You're defending Blisset?

You did a psychological profile
on Mr. Blisset,

on the basis of which
the police arrested him.

The police arrested him
on the basis of physical evidence,

including DNA.

Your profile was done roughly
our weeks before this article appeared.

Luckily the prognosis was wrong.
But not the diagnosis.

You were operated on
for a brain tumor, yes?

A benign tumor.
Yes, it was removed.

And don't worry, it was only the bit
that made me a Sunderland supporter.

I'm better now.

But you profiled Mr. Blisset
whilst suffering from this tumor?

Yes, my profile was correct.

If Blisset hadn't been put away,
he'd still be raping now.

What if Carrie Hitchens lied?

She couldn't lie about those injuries.

- What if she inflicted them on herself?
- What?

Two of Carrie's
many sexual partners now say

she got them to reenact identical,
violent sexual scenarios

to the one she enjoyed with Blisset.

And an eyewitness saw her buy the tape
with which she was gagged,

the flex with which she was bound.

Why didn't this come up at the trial?

Why didn't this come up before the trial?

Because the police didn't look.

Why didn't they look?
Because Blisset fitted your profile.

They believed a persuasive shrink
and a devious woman

and sent our client unjustly to jail.

...to take your call.
Please, leave your message after the tone.

Carol, it's me.
And it's not good news, I'm afraid.

It's the Blisset case.

His new lawyers, they just mugged me
with some stuff on Carrie Hitchens.

It's bad. It's...
they're going after you through me

on the grounds I led you astray
while cancerous microbes ate my brain.

I really thought
I was right about him, Carol.

I really thought I was.

Carol, it's me,
and it's not good news, I'm afraid.

- Are you, um, helping with the move?
- No, no, I work here.

Alex Fielding, Detective Inspector.

Paula McIntyre...
We didn't expect you today, ma'am.

We're still sorting out the new offices.

Oh, I thought I'd get an early start.

You seem to be in a hurry, Paula.

We've just had a call...
A woman's body has been found at a farm

outside town, stuffed in a barrel.

So I'll, I'll see you tonight then?

Keep the press away!
Move back!

DS Kevin Geoffries, ma'am.
Kevin, DI Fielding.

Kevin, do you want to fill me in?

Body was found by workers, ma'am.

They were laying drainage pipe.

Digger nearly cut the barrel in half.

How long has she been here?

Dr. Vernon says between five
and fifteen years, give or take ten.

Female, 5 foot 4, dead.

- Cause of death?
- Who are you?

DI Fielding.
Cause of death?

Skull bashed in.
Where's Carol Jordan?

Moved on to better things.
Anything found with the body?

There's a scrap of clothing.

Better things?
What could be better than this?

Why is she curled up like that?

How else would it fit in the barrel?

I look forward to your report, Dr. Vernon.

Hey, Carol, it's me again.
I thought you'd be back by now.

Uh,
your mobile's out of service apparently.

But I know you check your office phone.

I suppose you're p'd
off about the Blisset thing

and I, I don't blame you.

Look, if you want me to talk
to Carrie Hitchens, I will,

but I'm not sure what...

Her body was found in a barrel.

Oh, there's Kevin.

The barrel was unearthed...

Hi, Kevin.

...Came upon it in the soil.

The discovery has led to speculation about
the disappearance of Mrs. Christine Toynton,

who went missing seven years ago

when the same burial site
was the scene of a murder...

Kevin, at last.

Dr. Hill.

Can I, uh,
can I help you with something?

I've been wandering around for ages.

Where's Carol's office?

- Well, uh...
- There? Good.

No, wait, Dr. Hill, Carol's not...

Okay, two minutes, thanks.

- Hey, you're not Carol Jordan.
- Correct. She's not here.

She was expected back today.
I was expecting her.

- Who are you?
- Tony Hill. I'm a doctor.

- Who are you?
- Alex Fielding, Detective Inspector.

Oh.

I'm Carol's replacement.

Didn't know she was being replaced.

Her choice.

Job abroad - anyone would have
jumped at it.

Carol wasn't anyone.
Where?

- Johannesburg.
- As in South Africa?

Yeah, Scorpions,
they're the encryption police.

Look, Dr. Hill.
I am really busy today.

Is there something I can help you with?

Help me?
I'm fine.

It's, uh, more
"How can I help you?"

Uh, the body at the farm?

On top of that one.
Thanks.

Uh, what if there's a pattern?

One body doesn't make a pattern.

Well, the barrel suggests a pattern.

What if there's more than one body?

We don't think there are more.

You probably don't know this,
but, uh,

I've done a lot of work with this
department and for better or for worse

it's usually worse...

Well, I've got a sort of nose.
It's a sixth sense, if you like.

Well, except in the film
the dead were still alive.

Well, they were hanging around anyway.

But in my sixth sense, the dead,
they're completely bloody dead.

And I wouldn't waste
my time or your time

if I didn't think there were more
...bodies.

We don't think there are more
...bodies.

- I bet you.
- What?

Two hundred, there are more.

No.

All right, one hundred.

I don't gamble.

Huh-uh, you're wavering.

This conversation is ridiculous.

Uh, no, it isn't.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it is not.

- Look... I don't need you on this case.
- Why not?

Because Bradfield CID have been looking
for this particular body for seven years.

Farmer finds his wife and lover in bed,
confesses to killing the lover

but said that he let the wife go.

Now Tom Cross, Carol's predecessor,

was convinced that he killed
the wife as well but never found the body.

In fact, the farmer's here now.
Darren Toynton.

Do you want to listen in?

I have told you.
I didn't kill that cheating cow.

I let her go.
It was merciful.

- Mr. Toynton, we found her body.
- No. No way.

She'll be in Marbella or somewhere.
I let her go.

Fine.
We'll wait for the autopsy.

Take him back to his cell.

Wait.
You wait, please.

Okay, I did it.
I killed her.

I mean, what are you going to do, eh?
Send me to prison?

- Where did you put her body?
- You said you found the body.

Where did you put her, Darren?

I buried her, all right?
In the field.

Mother naked, just like I found her.
Her and her toy-boy.

You should have taken that bet.

Alex.
We weren't expecting you quite so soon.

I thought I'd get a jump on things, sir.

Dr. Hill, I see you've met DI Fielding.

Mm-hmm,
and the Scorpions have met Carol.

Does the Blisset case ring a bell,
Dr. Hill?

Oh, dear.
You've heard.

Nice meeting you, DI Fielding.

Oh, uh, why don't you ask Farmer Toynton

why he shoved his misses in a barrel?

- Dr. Hill?
- Did you know about Carol?

Well, I didn't expect it so soon.
I mean, none of us did.

You said something about the body.

Why bury it in a barrel?
It's significant, isn't it?

Is it?

Ah, we're all just fertilizer anyway,
Kevin.

Except she wouldn't be fertilizer,
not in a plastic barrel.

She would deliquesce in her own
constituent juices.

She'd slush around
for a few decades, then she...

Do you want to see her?

Yes.

Just waiting for dental records
to give us an ID.

- Was she naked?
- Apart from this. Silk. Underwear.

Cause of death?

Skull fracture.
Blunt instrument, probably a hammer.

A hammer?
That's surprising.

You mean,
it doesn't fit with your theory?

It's not a theory.
It's, uh, intuition.

How difficult is it
to get a body in a barrel?

I've never put a body in a barrel.

Dr. Hill?!

- What do you think of Dr. Hill?
- Seems a bit wound up.

You know, he was quite seriously ill,
not long ago?

Brain tumor, uh...
men, uh... men...

Melanoma.

That's it.
He was operated on.

Back at work, apparently
all tickety-boo, but, uh, perhaps not.

Plus, he's now seeing a therapist.

You going to use him?

I've never used a psychologist before.

Your predecessor did.
There were even whispers that she was over-

reliant on him.
So what's your next move?

I'm going home.
Good night, sir.

Sal-ly

Sally.

I'm sorry!
I'll go back! I'll stay!

I'm sorry!
Please! I'll be good!

I'll go back, please?!

Please! Please, no!
Please! Please!

Please! Please!
Please! Please!

Ma'am, we've got another one.

Cheers!

Here's one for the birthday girl.

Oh, no.

Drink, drink, drink...

Joanne Railton?
Do you want to see my truncheon?

Whoo!

How was she buried? Just in the earth.

But not like the first one.

SOCOs estimate her age?

Hardly scientific, but a couple
of fake fingernails were preserved.

It's a young woman's color.

Right, we dig this place up.

House and field... every inch.

Carol liked to be scared.
Turned her on.

Yeah, how did you know that,
Mr. Blisset, hmm?

...Murder inquiry, after the second
gruesome discovery up at Toynton farm.

Police found another body.
Again, that of a woman.

She wanted to be dominated,
all women do.

Whether there is a connection
to the first body,

a police spokesman refused to comment.

You managed to ID
both bodies already?

One was easy.
Two metal screws in her ankle.

Result of a motorbike accident
suffered by Mrs. Christine Toynton,

wife of Darren.

When she was sixteen.

Why didn't you notice that last night?

'Cause she wasn't here last night.

I've only had her twenty minutes,
so to speak.

So you're saying that Mrs. Toynton
is the second body,

not the one in the barrel?

No, the one in the barrel

according to two crowns
and a botched root canal...

Is one Phoebe Douglas.

Walked out of her parents'
home in Reading six years ago,

age twenty... never seen since.

Yeah, I'll, um, I'll be in touch.

Saw it on the news!

Uh, excuse me, sir, you can't...

Don't want to toot my trumpet,
but I told you there'll be more bodies...

Well, here we are,
with obviously, twice as many.

Still only two.
A missing girl from Reading,

Phoebe Douglas, and Toynton's wife,
just a coincidence.

Are you sure?

I've been investigating serious crime
for over a decade.

I'm sure - what I don't understand,
though, is why you're here.

I can help you, DI Fielding.

Thanks.
I'll manage this on my own.

So, we've got a serial killer, Alex?

Two bodies are just coincidence.

Well, Phoebe disappeared about the
same time Toynton murdered his wife.

Maybe he got a taste for it.

This farm was torn to pieces
six years ago by Tom Cross.

Found no trace of a missing woman.

Well, Tom Cross can make
mistakes and so can you.

You talk to Toynton.

Toynton called soon as
he got back to prison, sir

someone on 'The Mirror.'
Offered them his story.

They said,
"No, thanks, old news."

So, we start questioning him
about Phoebe Douglas,

he'll take credit for it
just for something new to sell.

You're telling me that even
if he confesses to the murder,

you're not going to believe him?

Something like that, sir.

Keep me informed.

Uh, Dr. Hill?
Where are you going, sir?

Well, the incident room, of course.

Well, we've had strict instructions

only those involved
with the inquiry can go through.

It's all the press, sir,
you know. We have to be careful.

No problem.

- You all right?
- Yeah, thank you.

I mean, are they looking after you?

I'm waiting for the detective inspector.
I'm here 'cause of me daughter.

Mm-hmm, well, for her sake,
I hope she's not in trouble.

She's dead.
Only just heard.

I've known for years.
And I've only just heard.

Mrs. Douglas?
My name's Tony Hill.

I work with Bradfield Police.

I didn't know.

Happy birthday... yesterday.

Thanks.

I... oh, I, uh, I need the Brembridge
first quarter projections by noon.

- Can you do that for me?
- Yeah, sure.

It's the quiet ones you have to watch.

Phoebe were living at home
with me and me husband.

She had a job at Tesco's.

But she were learning French.

She wanted a career
in the travel business.

One morning she went to work
and she never come home.

Did she take anything with her?

And that was the last you'd heard?

We got letters from her.
Four letters.

Saying how she'd found a job and...
that she was happy.

- And then they stopped.
- May I?

Thank you.

After two years,
my husband died.

The grief killed him.

- Did the police check these?
- Even the saliva on the stamps.

After five years, I asked for them back.

- And whose saliva was it? On the stamps?
- It was Phoebe's.

- Have you kept her room as it was?
- Yes, why?

I'd like to see it.

All right.

Mrs. Douglas?
Detective Inspector Fielding.

I'm sorry to keep you.

Oh, that's all right.
I was talking to, uh...

Yeah, Dr. Hill was just leaving.

Thank you.

Carol, I read Phoebe's letters.

It's "Dear mum and dad.
My new job is good

and I'm making friends."

It's, it's the same each time,
except for the variation on the phrase.

"I feel I'm discovering my real self."

Or "I'm attaining my full potential."

He manipulated her into leaving.

He made her write all
the letters to buy time.

I don't think Phoebe
is the first or the last.

I mean, this guy, he sniffs out
the restless and the vulnerable.

And he's doing it right now.

But I can't get through to
your complacent replacement.

Phoebe Douglas's mother
has just identified her body.

She's our murder victim.

Paula, contact Reading CID,
ask for the case files.

Kevin, look at Toynton farm.

Find out who had access to it
over the years.

And find out everything you can
about the barrel that Phoebe was buried in.

We should also check missing persons.
Women between 16 and 40.

- What area?
- UK. Go back ten years.

- But that is hundreds of women.
- That's right.

- Any way to narrow it down?
- Nope.

So we are looking for a serial killer?

We're looking for Phoebe's killer.

Tomorrow, I'm going to drive to Reading,

take a look at where she lived,
see what that tells me.

Good work, everyone,
and good night.

Don't like to stay late, does she?

Can I help you, Mr. Loomis?

Um... do you know where Joanne is?

- Probably still sleeping off a hangover.
- Joanne's not like that.

Phoebe's room's up here.
Tea's made.

- I'll get another cup.
- I'm all right, thanks.

Hi, there.
Uh...

I'll leave you two alone.

Something's come up.

Can I call you back?
Thanks.

- You have got no right to be here.
- I have as much right as you.

Mrs. Douglas,
she asked me and she trusts me.

Because you misrepresented yourself

You need me.
You have no idea what's going on,

you have no idea who this girl is
or who took her or why.

You arrogant prick.

You think this is the first
missing girl I've dealt with?

I don't know.
Is it? I mean, is she?

You know nothing about her.

Please, you let me look around
this room and I will.

It's all here...
Why Phoebe was targeted,

why she wrote those letters
and why she left home.

I mean, for starters,
I mean, she's no genius.

Look at these books.
I mean, it's all self-help rubbish.

And look at this.

And this.

Yeah, this is what kept
her home every night.

Maybe she's getting off on that.

Or zapping monsters
or being wooed by heroes.

Her life is fantasy.
It's all leather and chains.

Look at this.

Got hearts and fluffy rabbits.

Or... sealed with a loving kiss.

It can't compete.

And the letters she wrote home.

"I'm fulfilling my potential
and widening my horizons."

It showed she longed for more,
so some man fed that longing

till he could lead her
wherever he wanted.

Wherever he wanted.
Wasn't good.

So how did he meet her?

How did he fulfill that longing?

- Okay, how?
- I don't know.

- Is that all?
- That's all I've got.

So this girl is in a fantasy?

How does that explain
how she ended up in a barrel?

You've made no sense of this girl.
Or any girl.

Not in a way that I can use...

Have you found anything?

It's been really useful.
I think we...

She had a friend?

A special friend.

- I don't know anyone.
- Yes, you do.

Who shared her secrets?

- She had no secrets from me.
- Yes, she did.

Who was she on the phone to
after you'd gone to bed?

Talking for hours?
And it wasn't you, Brenda.

I knew she were trouble.
I told Phoebe.

Who was she, Mrs. Douglas?

Kathy Mills.
Worked at Tesco's together.

I told the cops everything
I knew when Phoebe went missing.

What about her boyfriends?

She wasn't into boys.
What are you doing?

Nothing, I was just...

She had love letters in her room.

Billy Duggs.

Believe me, Billy didn't...
Will you stop that?

You've got two great big holes
in your ears and one in your nose.

What are they for, rings, studs?

You've even got one in your chin.

Don't they let you wear them at work?

- None of your business.
- What were you, a goth?

Phoebe's mum said
you were a bad influence.

Well, sod her.

Did you persuade Phoebe
to get pierced as well?

Phoebs didn't need persuading.

She acted all vanilla
but she was into it.

Her mum would have flipped.

Was her boyfriend
a secret as well?

Told you, she wasn't into boys.

What was she into? Women?

Did you persuade her
in that way as well?

What are you, a perv?

Piss off!

- What's your secret, Kathy?
- Leave me alone!

Please, Kathy.
Talk to us.

Kathy, we're begging you.
Women are still dying.

It's not just Phoebe. Please.

Okay. She wrote to me.
One letter.

Do you have it?

No, I burned it like she told me.

Said she was going to meet him
"The One."

I've got stuff on Phoebe's barrel.

It has eight digits
of a ten-digit product code.

Body acid's corroded the rest.

What's that give us?

Well, the barrel was part
of a batch used by...

AC Chemicals in 1999
to transport silicon sulfate.

Used in building insulation.

Transport it where?

To P. Thacker, a construction
company here in Bradfield.

That is brilliant, Kevin.
Get on to Thacker's.

Yeah, well, not so brilliant

Thacker's went
out of business in Feb. 2000

after Phoebe disappeared.

Apparently there's a market
for second-hand barrels

in industrial waste,
animal feed, fertilizer.

Which could have been used at the farm.

And burying a 55-gallon barrel, guv,

takes more than one man with a spade.

Maybe the hole was already there.

Did Tom Cross even bother
digging up that field

looking for Toynton's wife?

Well, the crime scene pics
might tell us.

Check.
What about missing persons?

Oy, only about
three thousand candidates.

Well, keep on it.

I'll call back in an hour.

Well, we need to limit
the search for girls

who sent letters
after they disappeared.

We?
Since when are you involved?

- Well, I'm here, aren't I?
- Not on my invitation.

What are you afraid of?

Nothing, I just trust my experience.

But not mine?

Frankly, no. Sorry,
but that's the way it is.

"Alex." Is that
from Alexandra or Alexis?

You married?

That's none of your business.

It's just there's blond hairs on your...

That's none of my business.

That's Phoebe's?
Why have you got that?

Well, it was the only anomalous thing.

What do you mean anomalous?

Didn't understand it.

That's not what "anomalous" means.
DI Fielding.

Welcome, Joanne.

In the drawer in front of you,
there is an envelope.

In the envelope is your contract.

Press pause, agreed?

What are you doing?
I was online.

It's police business.

That's a credit card, you twat.

I'm undercover.

- Yeah, and I paid for this machine!
- Police!

- Can you calm down?
- Oh, yeah, right!

What is this, a double act?!

I want my machine back!

Stop raising your voice.
He's with us.

I was on that computer over there.

Can I get you a cappuccino or something?

I don't want a cappuccino.
I was on that computer!

Got it!
Just couldn't think of the name.

I knew I'd seen it!

You cannot do that, Dr. Hill.

"The World of Vore."

It's a bunch of books
about a world where women are slaves.

What's this got to do with Phoebe?

It was in her room, wasn't it?

She's a Voreen.

Every organism has its place in nature;

That of woman is at the foot of man.

Look, I'm going back

I've got some real leads
to follow up, not this nonsense.

No, it's not nonsense.
Hey!

No, but I understand her now.

See, Phoebe,
she was a dutiful daughter.

She saw where she was heading
job, marriage, kids.

Following in her mother's dull footsteps.

She wanted to lose control.
She wanted to be controlled.

And she met the man who could...

- Where'd she meet him?
- Well, it wasn't at Tesco's.

Oh, God.

He shows her what it is to be mastered.

You know, kinky sex, S&M,
and maybe he gets carried away

and he can't stop - I mean, after all,

once you chain someone up,
why'd you let them go?

Look, stop! The way you talk...
It makes no sense to me!

Don't you want to know
how far you can go?

Thank you; now we can start.

What's going on here?

Boss, the brief is too wide.

Not one of those is definite.

You tried using letters,
postcards to narrow it down?

Yeah, there were hundreds
from America, Australia.

Iceland.
Gave us nothing.

What about cults?

That's when the loonies really
started crawling out of the woodwork.

Are you aiming to solve
all the crime in England

on the back of this case?

We're looking at possibilities, sir.

And that's because
you now believe that the first body

at the farm was the work
of a serial killer

a theory you initially dismissed?

We're considering it, yes.

Some serial killer, Alex.

Even Dr. Shipman would be
hard-pressed to massacre so many.

I hope Dr. Hill isn't helping you.

Because I'd hate to think
that this confusion

was the result of his intervention.

No confusion, sir.

And Dr. Hill is not
involved in this case.

Yes?

You want to know how they met?

The answer is, they didn't.

- Who's this?
- It's Tony Hill.

Phoebe's friend said Phoebe
was �going to meet a man� -

�going to meet.�

In other words, they hadn't met.

But he still knew her or she knew him.
How?

How did you get this number?

It's staring you right in the face.

The Internet is the S&M metropolis.

I mean, I googled it.

Do you know how many
matches there are for bondage?

Twenty-three million.

I mean, talk about
widening your horizons,

this Voreen stuff is nothing,
it's just a gateway to...

Dr. Hill, I don't want your help.

Look... you have no idea
what's going on.

Listen to me.
You damaged Carol Jordan.

Do you want to damage me, too?

Now, I don't want you
to call me again!

This is the crime scene from Tom Cross's
investigation in '99.

So it looks like he only dug
within a hundred meters

of the field.

That explains why he didn't find
where Toynton buried his wife.

Yeah, but he didn't miss
where Phoebe was buried.

This is our crime scene.

Phoebe must have been buried
after he'd finished.

Or during. All the stuff was there
forklifts, diggers.

I've got something, boss.

I've been checking
who was working at the farm

around the time Phoebe disappeared.

A firm called Mattison Transport
was supplying cement

to the farm next door.

Can you link Mattison's
to the barrels?

I think so... it's slim,

but Mattison's used to do
deliveries for Thacker's,

the firm that had the barrel.

Hang on, I saw something today

from the original crime scene pics.

There.
Logo on the van.

Mattison's.
Excellent.

So... how can I help, DI Fielding?

We're investigating an incident
that happened

a few years ago.

It's possible that one of
your employees could help us.

We'd like to take a look
at your driver schedules.

How many years ago?

February 2000.

Lynda will tell you.
We don't keep records that long.

What's the incident?

I'm afraid we can't disclose that.

Then I can't disclose my records.

It involved a job at Toynton farm.

What? The young woman
that's just been found?

What, you think one of my lads is

...what's your evidence?

Your trucks were at the farm
around the time of her murder.

So it's a murder inquiry?

Yeah, well, as my trucks
are out all over England,

I can't really see that your evidence,

is, uh, evidence.

I can come back with a warrant.

Go on then.

How good's your evidence, Alex?

Good enough that someone
with nothing to hide

will want to cooperate.

I just want to look
at his personnel files.

Larry Mattison
has already called me.

He feels you're
on a fishing expedition.

You don't trust me on my instincts,
I might as well leave.

Alex.

Roger, this is DI Fielding.

DI Fielding,
this is Roger Grayson, my deputy.

He'll give you what you want.

And what do they want?

Driver schedules,
log books, personnel files.

Everything back to Feb 2000.

Don't you need a warrant?

Well, we've been computerizing
records since 1999.

Marvelous things... computers.

Don't have a clue myself.

You can take it from here, Kevin.

Call me at home
if you get anything.

Hey... stop... please.

No!

No, no!
No, no!

Stop!

What are those names?

Mattison employees whose routes
took them to Toynton farm

or within twenty miles
of Reading around the time

that Phoebe Douglas disappeared.

Good, pull them in.

On what evidence, guv?

Sometimes you find evidence;
sometimes you shake it loose.

Come on!

DS Geoffries, Bradfield Police.

Hold on!
Hang on!

This is a joke.
I'll have you for this, darling.

I'm not your darling.
This way, Mr. Ambrose.

Come on.

Get off me, you stupid bitch!

Come on!

Get off me!
Get off me!

Calm down!

Get him off me!

Sod off!
This is a fit-up!

Take a seat, Mr. Ambrose.

I want me lawyer.

Sit down!

Have a wank while you wait.

Hello?
Tim Eccles?

Dr. Hill?
What's up?

I need some help.
It's, uh, it's a big case.

I, uh, well, we, the team...

We need a spot of technical
expert computer sort of advice.

Okay.

Yes, how do you get the chat room
screen name from the,

um, you know,
the chatterer himself?

Oh, this is, uh,
police business, is it?

Yeah, yeah.

Funny that, 'cause the team
already knows what to do.

Oh, really?

Really. Contact the website
to get the e-mail address,

then contact the ISP to get
the name of the e-mail account holder.

Before you do that,
you first need to get a warrant.

If, hypothetically,
it wasn't police business...

what would a civilian do?

Uh, he would call the police.

Look, what is this?

You just... sitting there.

If you want to ask questions,
just ask.

About what?

I don't bloody know.

Why'd you bring me in here
if you don't know? Eh?

How's she doing?

Interesting.
She's getting to him.

She'd better be.

She's putting her neck
on the block going after Mattison.

Well, at least she's got balls.

She's putting them
on the block, too.

Okay, you made your point.

Do you know why police
spend so much time

looking at pornography?

'Cause they get off on it.

'Cause they're looking for evidence
of serious crime.

Missing persons, runaway kids.

They still get off on it.

No, it messes them up.

Messes a lot of people up.

You know, really nasty
sex crime cases,

we always find porn,
just like this.

We're going to get a warrant
for your computer, Stuart.

We're going to go where you've gone,
see what you've seen.

And then we're going
to talk again.

Dr. Hill, you went to see Tim Eccles?

Did I?

He called me.

You try passing yourself off

as working with me
and my team again, I will arrest you!

Get off your broomstick!

I'm solving your case for you!

I beg your pardon?

I know who's doing it.

He finds his victims
in S&M chat rooms.

How the hell do you come up
with this shit?!

Because I've been there.

I've got screen names,
suspects, lots of them.

And if Tim Eccles
was less of a crawler,

we'd have been
tracking him down by now.

We've got real leads due
to real investigations.

We've got a trucking firm
under investigation as we speak.

A trucking firm?!

A truck driver didn't do this!

This man charms, he seduces.
He is way too sophisticated.

Peter Sutcliffe was a truck driver,
you bloody snob.

What?

Just because I appreciate
the subtly of the crime?

You appreciate this bastard?

Ma'am?

You stay away, please.

Never mind damaging me;
you're damaging yourself.

He just turned up.

Heard we'd reopened
his missing daughter case.

Sally Hayter?

Did we reopen the case?

She was one of the names
that came up

when we did the missing persons search.

You all right?

I'm fine, thanks.

Mr. Hayter, I'm Alex Fielding.

How do you do?

Folkestone CID said
there'd been a development.

I'm really sorry.
It was a mistake.

But you must have had
a lead, something?

It was a potentially
similar MO, that's all.

Nothing came of it.

They said you'd asked for letters?

I have copies of Sally's here.

Folkestone have sent us
what they had.

I photocopied the envelopes, too.

Sally only went missing
four months ago.

Don't give up on her.
Please.

You heard anything about Joanne?

Let me know if you hear anything.

You back already?

Yeah, I forgot my damn blackberry.

Would you mind
signing this for me?

Okay.

The Westman V-80
return's on your desk.

Uh.

Dr. Hill, it's Alex Fielding.

I need to talk to you.

Oh, careful.
I might 'damage' you.

I think another girl
has just discovered her 'new horizons.'

It's Sally's handwriting, but

it don't sound like her,
not at all.

Does Sally have a computer?

Only at work.

Police examined it.
Said they didn't find anything.

What was Sally's job?

Legal secretary.
She's a bright girl.

Please, what's happening?

These letters have almost
identical phrases

to letters written by another girl
that disappeared six years ago.

Did you find her?

Yeah.

Two of the letters have
postmarks from Bradfield,

so it's possible that Sally
met her kidnapper here.

She's a beautiful woman,
and she went missing recently.

What we'd like to do is go public
and appeal for witnesses.

Won't that just panic
whoever's taken her?

It might.

No. If there's even the slightest
chance that she's still alive.

I'm not going to jeopardize...

She's not.

Four months is too long.
I'm sorry.

He would have moved on.

The last letter is only
six weeks old.

It doesn't matter... he makes his victims
write all the letters at once

and then he posts them from different
places over an extended period of time.

"Victims"?
How many girls are there?

We don't know.

That's why we need to go public

stop other families going
through what you have.

Four months ago,
my daughter, Sally,

disappeared from our home.

We didn't expect her to leave.

We had no sense
that she was unhappy.

We think she traveled
north to Bradfield.

She wrote four letters,
assuring us she was well.

Her letters spoke
of new challenges, new horizons,

of finding herself.

DS Geoffries, Bradfield Police.

That's right, Sally Hayter.

Do you have any information?

A spaceship.
Really?

And that was Charles Hayter,
father of Sally Hayter,

making a public appeal earlier
today with Bradfield Police.

Bradfield CID.
Hello?

My friend disappeared.

When did she go missing?

Three days ago.
Her name's Joanne Railton.

And why do you think
she's missing?

I work with her
at Chartered Accountants.

Joanne just disappeared.

I phoned, went round
to her flat... no sign.

Just one e-mail to our boss,
who she can't stand

it's not like her.

What did the e-mail say?

Just that she got a new job
and "found herself."

It didn't sound like something...

Hello? Hello?

I think we got
nother missing girl.

Caller just hung up.
Sounded terrified.

Kevin.

We might have a lead, guv.

Another woman went missing
three days ago.

Where from?

Leeds... a colleague called it in,

but we've lost contact with her.

Well, how did that happen?

She just hung up.
Didn't answer again.

She was calling
from a big accountancy firm.

Local cops are checking
the premises.

Paula's on the way there.

I'm coming in.
Where's Dr. Hill?

Finding victims.

Got seven now.

Seven women in six years.

Shows commendable restraint.

All right.
Answer me your own question

if it's such fun
killing women, why so few?

Well, "A," I don't think
killing is fun for him,

and, "B," as long
as they play by his rules,

then they are more or less safe.

And if they break the rules?

Then they are more or less
...unsafe.

We found her, all right.

Scared out of her wits.

Her name's Amanda Roker.

Says her pal's been kidnapped,
she knows who by.

Who?

Her boss, Peter Loomis.

Why him?

Says she sneaked
a look at his computer.

Had all these kinky photos on it.

Where is Mr. Loomis?

We're checking his home address.

We're in the suspect's home now.

Be careful.

Understood.

Oi.

It's rather hard
to deny, Mr. Loomis.

The photos are a part
of our security system.

We handle a lot of
sensitive information.

We thought Joanne
might be a security risk.

Is that why you got the camera
to look down her cleavage?

That was an accident

I was going to talk
to the operators about that.

The spyware on her computer,
was that an accident, too?

It's company policy.

Same for everyone.
We don't use it to spy on people.

Where is Joanne, Mr. Loomis?

I don't know.
I really wish I did.

You care about her?

Yes.

But you've just said
she was a security risk.

Whose security, yours?

I think I need a lawyer.

Why? We're just trying
to find Joanne.

Where did she go on the computer?

I don't know.
It's company policy.

Oh, come on, she's gorgeous.

Who wouldn't want to spy on her, eh?

Just tell us where she went.

- Websites, chat rooms?
- I didn't spy on her.

Our forensic people are going
through her computer now.

They're going to replicate
every keystroke she ever made.

Now, if you really
do care about Joanne,

you could save us a lot of time.

Joanne's computer had
file-scrubbing software on it.

It's wiped the hard drive clean.

Tim Eccles says he might
have better luck in the lab, but -

What do you think?

Well, does he have bad thoughts?
Yes.

Does he act on them?
Not yet.

Bring him back to Bradfield.

Why do you dismiss Loomis?

I don't dismiss him...
I just don't think it's him.

Why not?

Because the relationship
our killer has with women,

it involves distance.

Anonymity. Shedding of inhibitions.

In other words the 'net.

Working side by side in an office,
well, it just doesn't...

well, it just doesn't.

Yeah, but even in an office,

you can have an anonymous
relationship online.

You're right,
I could be completely wrong.

Carol Jordan might have found
that funny

I just find it really annoying.

Oh, don't worry... she found it
annoying as well.

Dr. Hill,
will you give us a profile?

I'm a clinical psychologist,
not a profiler.

I think porn.

I think he's addicted to pornography.

And like any addiction overuse,
it desensitizes,

so he moves on to the real thing.

Finding willing women,
it isn't hard.

He offers and dangles job opportunities,
a lifestyle.

These women, they throw away
everything for him.

But all he wants is sex.
It's hard and violent, destructive sex.

So if he's got Joanne,
Sally's dead.

I think so.

Where do we find him?
On his victims' computers.

But he's ahead of us... he makes
them cover their tracks,

he makes them scrub their software,
their hardware.

He makes them scrub
their everything.

Where does he keep the women?

And get rid of them?

He's not still
burying barrels in fields.

He keeps them somewhere comfortable
a house, a flat.

Where does he bury them?
Not in a field.

How do you know?

Well, I don't know, I think.

I think Phoebe was the first.

Skull bashed in... he panicked.

Body in a barrel
it's over-elaborate, improvised.

Now, he's finessed,
he's moved on.

And he's got away with it
for six years.

Who is he?

Businessman,
educated, able to charm.

Like Peter Loomis.

Yeah, just like him.

Like every businessman
in England.

So it's not one
of my better profiles.

Tim Eccles, guv.
He's got something.

Two somethings, actually.

Cookies on Joanne's computer.

File scrubber overlooked
two cookies in her operating system.

For what site?

Zaddar.com
Heavy duty bondage stuff.

Zaddar, zaddar. The priest kings
rulers of vore.

Get a warrant for the website?

Didn't have to... they freaked out
when we phoned them up.

Coughed up her screen name,
her chat room history.

She did a lot of chatting,
but only to one in this area.

Domin8.

Domin8's real name is...
Stanley Malden.

E-mail account goes to
25 Anza Way, Bradfield.

Well, one to you...
It's not Peter Loomis,

but one to me... guess who's
based at 25 Anza Way?

Mattison Transport.

You still think
it's not a trucker?

Kevin, get some SOCOs.

Check it thoroughly, all right?

Someone over here!

No, it's not all right actually

because I need to do my work...

Lynda.

Mr. Mattison's not in.
We can't...

Does Stanley Malden work here?

I've never even heard the name.

Then check your records.

Guv, Mattison said he didn't know
anything about computers.

He's got spreadsheets,
flow charts...

What happened?
What's going on?

All right, come on.

Found Stanley Malden?

Might have found his graveyard.

Did the truck driver do this?

Well, as you said, Peter Sutcliffe
was a truck driver.

The Internet, the seduction,
the clever promises.

Those were purely
my speculations, Alex.

I don't see him.

He could be anyone,
he could be everyone. Could be me.

What's going on here?

Just watch yourself!

If the police want to clear up
my yard, that's fine by me.

And if they find the bodies
of seven women, is that also fine?

You're really getting desperate,
aren't you?

Do you know a Stanley Malden?

No. Who is he?

He works for you.

I know every one of my employees.

There's no Stanley Malden.

That's of course, unless he's hiding
in those barrels.

Oh!

No, he's not in that one.

Nothing on payroll, I'm afraid.

You sure you've got the right name?

It's an e-mail account.

Can you check all types of payments?

What's the account used for?
Porno?

Chatting up girls on the 'net.

That sounds fun.

Well, what do you know?

Stanley Malden.
Linkpay account.

Paid by direct debit every month.

Who authorized the payment?

That's the, uh, authorization code.

Whose?

Laurence Mattison's.
Ha.

It's always the vanilla ones
that surprise you.

You're entitled to a lawyer.

I'll save it...
For when I sue you.

You authorized payment
in an e-mail account

belonging to Stanley Malden.

No, I didn't.

You made up the name "Stanley Malden."

No, I didn't.

We're searching in your business,
your computers, your home,

Mr. Mattison.

Well, I hope you put everything
back when you finished.

Well, he fits your profile
a successful businessman.

Yeah, ask DI Fielding.

You could arrest half of England
on my profile.

Did you invent the name
Stanley Malden?

I don't know, Mattison,
he's too straight.

Well, it's the vanilla ones
who surprise you.

Mm-hmm.

Sorry, what did you say?

Vanilla?
What did you say?

I didn't say it,
Roger Grayson did.

Who?

Roger Grayson.
Works for Mattison.

He was talking about him.

When?

When he recognized Mattison's
code on the e-mail account.

It's not him.

It's not him.
It's not him!

Oh, is that God?

How dare you do that!

Look, don't waste your time.
He's not right.

Then who is it?
Who?

I mean, you change
your mind every two seconds.

It's someone who knows
what "vanilla" means.

"Vanilla," the term,
it's used by S&M adepts for anyone

that's not part of the S&M world.

Vanilla, remember?
Think about it. Hmm?

Phoebe, her friend.

Kathy Mills. Said she acted
vanilla but wasn't.

Roger Grayson also said it
"vanilla."

But he's just Mattison's office boy.

How old is he?

I don't know. Forties?

What, a 40-year-old office boy?
What went wrong?

Quickly now.
We haven't much time.

It's all right.
You're quite safe.

I never thought
I was going to get out of here!

No!

Quite safe.
I'll look after you.

Just close your eyes.

The life of Roger Grayson.

He's a dot-com casualty.

Made an absolute fortune from
his Internet startup.

Poured it into multimillion pound
property deals

and lost it all.

Guess what the name of
that company was - Zaddar.

Zaddar.net
Businessman of the year, 1997.

And then, gets kicked out
of the association in 1998

for nonpayment of dues
talk about a grudge.

How did he end up at Mattison's?

Ah!
His wife, Lynda.

Worked at Mattison's since 1996.

Yep.

Lynda's Grayson's wife?

Mm-hmm.

What, Mattison's secretary?

So you're saying look at Grayson?

Yeah.

Because he said "vanilla"?

We're pulling in people left,
right, and center,

got nothing on any of them.

Oi!

Sorry, ma'am, but we're starting
to look like idiots.

How does Joanne
connect to Grayson?

Joanne Railton met someone called
"Domin8" in a bondage chat room...

"Domin8" is Stanley Malden
who works at Mattison Transport.

Stanley Malden, he doesn't exist.
But Roger Grayson does.

He operates the computers
and accounts at Mattison Transport

and he has S&M proclivities.

He was once a real estate tycoon,
he was king of the cyber universe,

and now he's an office boy
at a trucking firm.

So he takes his revenge out
on the bodies of these women.

He must know that we're close.

What does that mean for Joanne.
Is she alive or dead?

Dr. Hill, is she alive or are we
looking for a corpse?

He lost everything once.

He'll have an instinct
for self-preservation.

I think she's dead.

Mr. Grayson?

Yeah, hello?

Read him his rights, Kevin.

Can you step aside?

You're being arrested under suspicion
of the abduction of Joanne Railton.

Lynda! Lynda!

Lynda! Lynda!

Look to that computer.

The police have arrived!

Look upstairs,
see if there's an attic.

Someone in the garden,
see if there's a basement.

Can you tell me why you're here,
what's going on?

Oh, no! Don't bring it out!
Stop!

It's a degaussing loop.

We've just wiped
the entire hard drive.

Great, thanks very much.

That was a really expensive
bit of equipment.

You can't just barge in like this.

Bring her in as well.

What exactly are we
supposed to have done?

Just step back.

Hold on, what's that
on the back of her dress?

I cut my hand.

And you got blood
on the back of your dress?

Hello.
I'm Tony Hill.

Oh, you were at my house.

Thank you for trying
to save my computer.

Ah, sorry I failed.

Me, too. So...
why are you here, Tony Hill?

To talk to you.

Oh, you must be a psychologist.

Why must I?

Well, you seem
too bright to be a policeman.

Thank you.
Need a bit of building up.

Still, I don't mean to be
...self-centered,

but what about me?

Stuck in the nick, accused
of murdering hundreds of women.

Well, it's not exactly hundreds,
but... yes,

it... must be tough.
Must be.

What?

I used to be good at this.

Good at what?

In the interest of full disclosure,

I had a bit of my brain cut out.

And now it's just not...
I'm just - it's - it's not happening.

It's...

Perhaps you should see a shrink.

I don't know, just... talk to me,
tell me stuff about my childhood.

Or the size of my penis.
Or my mum's tits.

And I'll just break down and tell you
where all the bodies are hidden.

Really?

Not really, no. Sorry.

What if I broke down?
And I begged for mercy.

Not for me... for the women.
For Joanne.

Apparently, they're already dead.

So there's no need to embarrass yourself.

Look... Tony... one...
I really don't know anything.

Two... I'm innocent.

Shouldn't that be... one, I'm innocent,
two... I don't know anything?

You really should see a shrink.

He is right.
I do need to see my shrink.

Not until you show me
what you can do.

Hmm? You've seen
what I can do... nothing.

I don't accept that...
If you can get through to me,

you can get through to Grayson.

I got through to you?

Why don't you try his wife?

Oh, women, they're harder to crack.

What would Carol Jordan do?

Women, beware of women.

Carol would go in there, alone,
and I would talk to her.

Want a good place to hide bodies?

Try the old Fulton Steelworks.

What are you talking about?

It's one of Grayson's property deals.

In 1997, he invested heavily in

redevelopment of the Fulton site.

Wanted to make it a yuppie heaven,
but forgot the geological survey.

The place was floating on methane.

Deal collapsed,
Grayson got burned.

Over here, ma'am,
we've got something!

It's cleaned up, huh?

He really wanted them to believe.

Pinhole camera.
Yep.

ACC is here, guv.

We think this is where
the bodies are buried, sir.

"We" meaning you and Dr. Hill?

He's been invaluable.

You really think this
latest girl is still alive?

We have to assume that, sir.

It's a big place;
you're going to need more men.

I'll get onto it.

Dr. Hill.

The methane traces are confusing
the dogs. I need your help.

I'm not a dog.

If we don't find the body,
or bodies,

we've got nothing on Grayson.

Nothing on his wife, nothing.
They'll walk.

All right, we know she doesn't like you,
so get under her skin.

Sit down. And you know
more than she does.

Tell her you've already matched
the blood to Joanne.

We've matched the bloodstain from
your dress to the missing girl.

- How did you do that?
- DNA.

In the best circumstances,
a DNA match takes many days.

And you've only had my dress a few hours.

I was a nurse, dear.
Don't lie to me.

Ohh! I'm sorry, Alex.

A woman gets a little power,
throws her weight around

to disguise some insecurity.

There's probably a man on the other
side of that glass telling you what to say.

Actually, there is.

A really clever man. He's talking
to me through an earpiece.

Telling me what he sees.
What your body language tells him.

By your looks, personality,
relationship with your husband.

Relationship with husband,
that made a twitch - age difference, sex.

You work hard to stay attractive,
don't you, Lynda?

Roger likes them so much younger.

Roger and I are very happy.

As long as he gets his bit on the side.

He gets everything he wants from me.

Oh, no, computers, chat rooms.

That's not what all his time
in chat rooms suggest.

All those women he talks to.

He can look.
As long as he doesn't touch.

Oh, but he does touch, Lynda.

We found the room where
he takes his girls.

You're trying to make me jealous.

- Camera.
- What?

Sorry, on the camera, does she watch?

We found a spy camera.

Now... is that for him,
or is that for you?

That's disgusting.

And humiliating, your husband
with all those little tarts?

Or maybe that's what you enjoy.

You have no idea what I enjoy.

What did she mean by that?

What do you mean by that?

I'm not saying another word.

He records everything
that happens in the room,

is that for him or for her?

If she hates the little tarts,
she wouldn't...

Wouldn't what?

But what if he records everything
that happens after the room?

What do you mean, Tony?

That's the bargain he has
with his long-suffering wife, Alex.

He gets them alive,
she gets them dead.

That's what she enjoys.
Watching pretty girls slowly dying.

How would she see?

He'll set it up, there'll be
a camera where they're buried.

There'll be a transmitter.

She'll be giving out a signal.

Which would be picked up by scanner.

All right, Eccles?

You've got a lot of ground
to cover as quickly as possible.

Radios off until I say otherwise!

We've got something over here.

Joanne? Joanne, can you hear me?

Over here! She's in here!

Get this open now!
Over here, she's in here!

Joanne, everything's
going to be all right.

We're going to get you out of there.

Get some spanners, quickly!

Get it open now!

That's it.

It's Joanne!
She's alive!

Joanne.
You're safe now.

This is Tony Hill.
Please leave a message.

I thought you should know,

we're still finding
bodies in the steelworks.

Sally Hayter
was only recently dead.

Maybe if I'd listened to you sooner,
we might have done better.

Anyway, if it hadn't been for you,

we wouldn't have got
any of them back.

I'm glad they didn't cut out
all your brain.

Good night, Tony.

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