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You went to the police, Rose.
Made my life very difficult.

Peter?

No!

First appointment at work
was at eight this morning.

She didn't turn up. No
word from her either.

This has never happened before.

- Can I help you?
- I'm here to see a patient.

Annie, I'm Paul Spector.

Where's the peck of pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked?

- Did you learn that at school?
- No. From Peter Piper, Mummy's friend.

- I warned you once before, this is your last warning.
- Good.

They've managed to lift a
partial print from the scissors.

We've run it through the system
and found a match. Paul Spector.

What have you done with Rose Stagg?

Stella, I don't know what's
going to happen to me, to you,

to anyone else in this world.

All I know is no-one can outwit death.

Hey, cutie.

Hey, cutie. Hello.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

- Did you get any sleep?
- A little.

What's he doing here?

- Eastwood's your new deputy SIO.
- Excuse me?

Garrett Brink is tied up with a court case,

McIlroy has further blood tests to undergo

and you need someone urgently.

So is he keeping an eye on me
or am I keeping an eye on him?

Make it work.

Don't worry, we'll beautify it for you.

- Good to have you on board.
- Likewise.

Sh, sh, sh. Hey, hey, hey.

- Good morning, everybody.
- Morning, ma'am.

I am pleased to say we are about
to take a very significant step

in our investigation.

This is a formal declaration

that from now on the enquiry will be
focusing on a particular individual.

Our prime suspect, Paul Spector.

Paul Spector was caught on
CCTV at the botanic gardens

on Saturday 14th April,

the day that Sarah Kay
was there with her sister.

He came in to the police
station on Saturday 21st

and was interviewed by DCI Brink.

He gave his DNA and his fingerprints
and was, at that point, eliminated.

We now have tangible
evidence to link Paul Spector

to the murder of Joe Brawley.

Namely his fingerprints on
a pair of decorating shears,

identical to a pair
purchased by Annie Brawley.

- 'Do we need to put an arrest strategy in place?'
- 'Not yet.'

'There's very good reason for
believing that Paul Spector is also

responsible for the abduction and
unlawful imprisonment of Rose Stagg.'

Last night, I received a phone call

on my old private number from
Rose Stagg's mobile phone.

The call he made on Rose's phone
last night has been triangulated.

We have a location. A search is under way.

We have a live cell trace on
Spector's registered mobile phone

and we have his historic phone records.

Right now that phone is off but we
know he has access to other phones.

He made calls in Scotland,
so we know he did go away.

Yesterday, he made and
received a call in the vicinity

of the city hospital in
Belfast, so we know he's back.

Does he have a car?

He reported his car as stolen
the day after the Brawley murder.

It was a Peugeot 405.

Registration... sierra, India,
whisky, three, one, six, zero.

- Has he made an insurance claim?
- No.

We need to find that car.

DCI Matt Eastwood is my new deputy SIO.

Thus far, he's been covering
the Rose Stagg disappearance.

We have some CCTV footage that you
may not have seen of Rose shopping.

This is her last known
appearance in public.

All the evidence thus
far suggests that Rose

was abducted from her
home by an individual who,

in conversation with
Rose's daughter, Nancy,

aged six, called himself Peter.

Now, on that point, we have
the suspect's birth certificate.

Peter Paul Spector.

Mother, Mary. Father, John Paul Spector.

Note the occupation. Private British Army.

He began an 18-month tour
of duty here in March 1978

with the Duke of Cumbria's
Regiment, Third Battalion.

Now, Spector was born, as you
can see, on the 25th of May 1979.

The year the Shankill Butchers
were sentenced to life imprisonment

for 19 murders, the year of Warrenpoint.

A bad year.

Spector is a married man. Married in 2004.

Sally-Ann Goodall.

He has two children...
Olivia, eight, and Liam, five.

Sally-Ann's a senior staff nurse

in the Belfast neo-natal
intensive care unit.

She leads a team that has
responsibility for 30 beds.

We have Sally-Ann under
surveillance in the hope that

she'll lead us to her husband.

Our priority is to find him.

Find him, put him under surveillance in
the hope that he will lead us to Rose.

We know next to nothing about
Paul Spector's childhood.

All we have is a list of children's
homes that he himself provided.

All of those need to be checked out.

A man doesn't wake up one morning

and find that he has
become a sexual psychopath.

Nor does he wake up one day and
discover that the condition has gone.

It develops over a very
long period of time.

We need to find out everything that
we possibly can about Paul Spector.

Every detail of his life
needs to be established,

checked and double-checked.

I also believe that Paul Spector
is responsible for the deaths

of Fiona Gallagher, Alice
Monroe and Sarah Kay.

I'd say all of his previous victims

were dead within an hour of being attacked.

She's lost to us already?

The one glimmer of hope
is that he knows Rose.

Not from watching and
stalking, objectifying her.

He really knows her.

And she's a mother.

'I feel sorry for you, I really do.'

'You must have had a terrible childhood

to be able to do this to me.'

'I feel sorry for you, I really do.'

'I feel sorry for you.'

Pay a follow-up call to Sally-Ann
Spector. Make it seem routine.

Ask her to account for the
night that she was at work

and Spector told us that he
was at home alone with the kids.

- The night of the Joe Brawley murder?
- Just that night, though.

- Don't spook her too much.
- So just a little?

- Take McNally.
- Thank you, ma'am.

She wants me for herself,
really. She's just being generous.

Do you carry that stuff about bombs
and shootings around in your head?

Etched on my soul.

X-Ray One to Control,

that's a CID car pulling
up at the target's address.

Control, from X-Ray One.

CID car pulling up at the target's address.

That's two CID officers
at the target's door.

Female at the door,
possibly the target's wife.

Two CID officers enter the house.

Doors closed.

I don't know if you
remember me, Mrs Spector.

- I spoke to you on the phone a while ago.
- Yes, I do remember.

I'm sorry to intrude like this,
but there are a few questions

I should have asked you
about the night of the 20th.

- What questions?
- Oh, they're just routine.

I should have asked you at the time.

You were working, you said?

I wasn't meant to be working
that night. I'd been on all day.

We'd withdrawn care from
one of the babies in the unit

so I stayed with the
mother to see it through.

And Paul was at home with the children?

He told my colleague that
he was at home all evening

and all night with the children.

Bathed them, put them to
bed, read them a story.

He said that after that he was
in his study listening to music.

- I'm not sure.
- It's OK, Mrs Spector.

We just want to be able
to eliminate your husband

from our enquiries and move on.

Just tell us what you know.

A friend of mine...

a friend of mine picked up
the children from school.

She was looking after them until nine.

She couldn't stay any longer.

So when I couldn't get hold of
Paul, I called our usual baby-sitter.

She came and stayed the night.

She was gone when I got
back the following morning.

Paul was here.

Can I get those names from you, Sally?

The friend? The baby-sitter?

- Talk to you, ma'am?
- Yeah.

According to Mrs Spector, a baby-sitter...

Katerina Benedetto, known as Katie...

was at the Spectors' house on the
night of the Joe Brawley murder,

Not Spector himself.

- How old?
- 15 at the time, just turned 16.

School student.

Should we talk to her?

Well, she'll need one
of her parents present.

Father's dead, motorcycle
accident three years ago.

He was an art dealer.

Mother works for an auction house.
Fine art, paintings and stuff.

I know what fine art is.

Pay her a visit.

- Mrs Benedetto?
- Yes.

DC Martin, DC McNally. We'd like
to talk to your daughter, Katerina.

- Is she home?
- Yes, she is. Come on through.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Katie? Katie!

These police officers want to talk to you.

When did you start baby-sitting
for the Spectors, Katie?

When I was 14.

And you were baby-sitting
on the night of the 20th?

- And you stayed all night?
- No.

- No?
- I left at about three in the morning.

- Really?
- You were asleep and didn't hear me come in.

- Did you leave because Mr Spector came home?
- No.

I left because we suddenly realised
the time and he wanted to go to bed.

- We?
- Paul came home at about 9:30.

9:30?

- Yes.
- I see. Then why did you stay?

We got talking, listening
to music in his study.

You were alone with Mr
Spector from 9:30 till 3am?

The children were there.

- Have you stayed that late at the Spectors' before?
- No.

Where did Sally-Ann suggest
you should sleep that night?

- She said to use their bed.
- Did you use their bed?

I told you, Paul came home.

- Where had he been?
- Doing something related to work, I think.

Helping one of his clients.

There was nothing unusual about
his appearance, his demeanour?

No, nothing.

So just to be clear, you were
with Paul Spector from 9:30

- that night till after three the following morning?
- Yes.

- How did you get home?
- Paul wanted to call a cab but I walked.

It's not far.

No, it's not.

We have Tom Stagg's
house under surveillance.

He was visited there last
night by Professor Reed Smith.

Really? How long did she stay?

Two hours. There were
some prolonged silences.

They seemed quite
comfortable with each other.

I see.

- Yes?
- Where are you?

Shopping for clothes, thank you very much.

The police have just been here.

Really?

Asking about the night that
I was baby-sitting for you.

What?

If you want to know what I
said, you'd better meet me.

Katie! Katie, I need to talk to you.

I'm on the phone!

Are you fucking with me?

DC Glenn Martin and DC
something or other McNally.

Meet me at nine. Cathedral Quarter.

- Whereabouts?
- I'll text you.

- We've just seen the baby-sitter, ma'am.
- How did it go?

She says Spector was at home
on the 20th. His home, with her.

- From 9:30 in the evening.
- What?

- Says she left at 3am.
- So now he has an alibi?

She gave us the time and the
route of her journey home.

We can see if we can find
anyone to confirm her story.

What the fuck is she playing
at? Why would she say that?

One thing she did reveal...

the night before Sarah Kay was
killed, she was baby-sitting

while the Spectors were
drinking with friends

in the bar of the Malmaison.

Right?

As was... Annie Brawley.

'We are here today to appeal
for the public's help in locating

a missing woman, Rose Veronica Stagg.'

Rose hasn't been seen, nor
has she contacted her family,

since the night of the 3rd of May

and we are concerned for her welfare.

Rose is 32 years old with
dark, shoulder-length hair

which can appear black when wet.

She can be seen here in a family
video that was shot three weeks ago.

Ma'am.

'I think mine is definitely
better than yours, though.'

'I got one, two, three, four.'

'I'm making this one for you, Tom.'

I think it's going to suit you beautifully.

- 'Nancy, you going to make one for Brody?'
- 'OK.'

'What do you think of my work?'

'Rose's car has also gone missing.'

'Details of the vehicle will
appear on the screen shortly.'

'This is Rose's husband,
Tom, here beside me.'

'Tom would like to say a few words.'

'Thank you so much for watching today.'

'I'm appealing to anyone who
might have any information

about the disappearance of my wife, Rose,

to contact the police
any time, day or night.

'Rose is a therapeutic
radiologist by profession.'

'Many of her patients are suffering
from advanced forms of cancer.'

'It would be completely
out of character for Rose

to leave those patients in the lurch.'

I know she would call me if she could,

which makes me think she might be

being held somewhere against her will.

I know she's alive.

She can't...

Ma'am.

We have tyre tracks, ma'am.

They match the track width and
wheelbase of Rose Stagg's car.

- Any sign of the phone?
- Not yet. We're losing light.

Fuck you, Stella.

Fuck you. Fucking bitch.

X-Ray One to Control, stand by.

'Target's wife out of the
house with two children.'

'Approaching green Volvo Estate.'

'Uniform, echo, Zulu,
eight, two, four, three.'

'Vehicle facing countrywards.'

Call signs stand by, target's wife
and two children in green Volvo.

- 'Alpha, do you have target vehicle?'
- Alpha. I have.

'Control. Alpha has.'

Anything?

There's no sign of the car,
ma'am. There is no such number.

Did you get a make or a model?

Check on the PNC for
recently stolen vehicles.

Gibson.

- 'Hi. It's Reed Smith.'
- Hi.

- 'Can I see you?'
- When?

- 'Tonight?'
- Is ten too late?

'No. It's fine. Where?'

- Bert's Bar.
- 'Perfect. I'll see you there.'

Ma'am. Stolen this morning.

Right.

That's it.

Where was it stolen from?

From here, ma'am.

Ma'am. We've found something.

It's not the phone, it's a phone case.

I'm joining someone. She's here.

I don't have much time.
Tell me what happened.

The thing is, I really did
walk home alone at three.

I gave them the exact route.

There were people who saw me,
there's CCTV along the way.

So if they check up, they'll see it's true.

Are you pleased with me?

- Not particularly.
- Why are you being like this?

- Like what?
- I'm protecting you.

- I don't need your protection.
- Yes, you do.

- And now you have to tell me.
- Tell you?

The truth about you.

The truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

Being a serial murderer
is a form of slow suicide,

deeply self-destructive.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
Katie, but that's not my style.

Then what are you? Who are you?

I'm lots of things.

So am I.

You? You're a stereotype.

- The rebellious teenager.
- I'm much more than that.

Do you ever find yourself a day behind?

What do you mean?

Or look at the clock and
see that hours have gone by

and you have no idea what you were doing?

I don't know.

- Are you always just little Katie?
- No.

When aren't you little Katie?

When I'm with you.

I've pretended to be other people online.

- Who?
- Different names. Older. A guy.

- Then maybe you will understand.
- Try me.

I hadn't taken much notice of
the case, the various murders.

But then one evening we were
driving home from a meeting with one

of Olivia's teachers when we were
diverted away from a crime scene.

I went home and looked up
the news to see what happened.

There'd been a murder. Sarah Kay.

- You know I go running?
- Yes.

Sometimes I run through the city.

But sometimes I run through the
botanic gardens and I head south.

When I take that route, I
run through the graveyard.

A couple of days after the murder,
the police had reopened the street.

I went that way.

And running along the path
through the gravestones,

something caught my eye.

It was a driver's licence.

So I stopped and picked it
up and it was Sarah Kay's.

I looked at the address, I saw that
she lived opposite the cemetery.

So then I began to wonder...

had she dropped it or had
the killer discarded it?

Had the killer passed that way?

Oh, my God.

So there I am, holding this
driving licence and I'm thinking,

"I should go to the police."

- But then I found I didn't want to.
- Why?

- Did you see the first press conference?
- No.

- The one for Sarah Kay?
- No.

Well, there's this woman, an English woman.

And it seemed that she was the one

that linked the murders
and that she was in charge.

That's her.

What I noticed at the
conference, her blouse,

a silk blouse, was open here.

Gaping open.

She seemed so cool, so
relaxed, so self-assured.

Superior.

While the Irishman sat next to
her looked like a potato. A farmer.

Like a dope. And I thought,
"Fuck you, you English bitch."

So I kept it, didn't hand it in.

Which is maybe just as well,

given that you were in the park at
the same time as her and her sister.

The more I thought about
that woman, Stella Gibson,

the more I wanted to fuck
with her and her investigation.

So I wrote a letter
pretending to be the killer.

And to prove that I was the killer,
I enclosed the driver's licence.

- You did that?
- And they bought it, hook, line and sinker.

Are you still messing with her?

I have one more thing I want to do.

- Tell me.
- No.

Let me do it with you. Please.

You're not ready.

I am. I am ready for anything.

You think I'm a little girl, but I'm not.

Ask me to do anything and I will.

Create a fake e-mail account, use
it to create a video chat account.

- Text me the details using that phone.
- That's it?

No, there's a lot more to do than that.

Hey.

I wanted to say that I was sorry.

Questioning you about the scratches.
I... I didn't need to do that.

- You were just doing your job.
- Oh, it was more than that.

I was, I don't know, prying.

It's OK.

I saw Tom on the television.

- Yeah.
- He did well.

I helped him choose
the video clips of Rose.

I didn't realise that you
were so close to the family.

- What do you mean?
- To Tom.

I'm told you seem quite
comfortable in his company.

Am I being watched?

- No.
- But Tom is?

Are the police spying on him?

You know as well as I do that the
first person the police look at

in a case like this is the
boyfriend or the husband.

He's not responsible
for Rose going missing.

No, I know. We are.

X-Ray One, stand by. Unknown
approaching target address.

- Hood up.
- 'Control, X-Ray One, stand by.'

'Unknown approaching
target address. Hood up.'

- 'Is it a possible for
target?' - X-Ray One to Control.

Unable to say, dark clothes. May
be smaller than target's height.

Moving towards the alleyway
at side of target's house.

- 'Control. Delta, move closer to drop-off two.'
- 'OK.'

- 'Two, give me a walk past.'
- 'Copy.'

Two. Unknown climbing
over rear wall, wait out.

Entering through rear door.

I should take this. Sorry.

Gibson.

Yes, go ahead.

'Control... all signs stand by,

- 'unknown leaving target address.'
- Follow.

'Target's now on Newtown Road, ma'am.'

Where's that?

- 'University Quarter.'
- Right.

From three, target is female,

'16, 17 years old, entering Edson Avenue.'

From five, I now have.

'Hello, ma'am?'

Yeah, I'm here.

'Target went into a house
on Edson Avenue, number 16.'

'We are trying to ascertain
who resides there.'

I know that address.

That sounds like it could be
the Benedetto girl... Katie.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help

but notice you sitting
over here all by yourself.

I wasn't sure what you were drinking

but a good margarita is
always acceptable, I think.

I'm Michael Day, Bacon and Day Solicitors.

How lovely for you.

What do you do?

I'm a pathologist...

... from the Ancient Greek
"pathos", meaning disease,

and "logos", meaning a treatise.

I study disease, death
being the final disease.

Now I'm thinking you must
be Professor Reed Smith.

I had no idea... beauty and brains.

Sorry I'm late.

It's nice to see you.

Oh, nice to see you too.

Thanks, keep them coming.

I'm, erm, I'm not the waiter.

Well, why are you standing there?

That was nice.

Yes, it was. He knows who I am.

I dare say he knows who you are.

So, what?!

Oh, God, what am I doing?

Going with the flow.

I can't...

I can't.

I was brought up in Croydon.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

PHONE BLEEPS

KNOCKING ON DOOR

- Jim.
- Stella, can I come in?

- Five minutes.
- Why?

Five minutes, please.

How did you know I was here?

Why wouldn't you be here?

Have you been drinking?

I have indeed.

- Do you have ice?
- No... how many years has it been?

What? Erm, oh...

... five years... this Christmas.

Shouldn't you be phoning your sponsor?

I just had a call from Eastwood.

Aaron Monroe is back in custody.

Made an attempt to kill his
father in hospital, his own father!

Really?

It was me who tipped
off Morgan that Eastwood

had warrants out for his son.

Jim, I don't need to know this.

I was trying to outmanoeuvre
Monroe senior to make his

position on the Policing
Executive untenable.

If Aaron knows and tells
Eastwood that it was me

who tipped the father off, I'm finished!

You know what he said to me... Eastwood?

He called me a weak man!

Can you believe that?!

A weak man!

I have been weak.

I am weak.

Oh, Stella!

I want you so badly.

Don't, Jim... seriously, don't.

- Please, Stella.
- No.

Just one night, just one night.

- I need to forget the shit, all the shit I've seen.
- No, Jim...

- Please, oh, please...
- Jim.

- Please...
- Stop!

Please, please...

Please, please, Stella...

For fuck's sake!

HE GROANS IN PAIN

Today at the briefing I saw a
list of the children's homes that

Spector says he attended.

One of those homes I got to
know, I got to know very well.

Run by a paedophile.

Father Fiachra Jensen, a
man of my faith, Stella.

Keep still.

A man in a position of power,
wielding moral authority.

His idea of midnight mass?

Soixante-neuf with an
altar boy, behind the altar,

in full vestments... unholy orders.

What a fall from grace.

I was the arresting officer.

Decades later, the lives of the victims...

... blighted by depression and
addiction, broken marriages,

self-harm, suicide...

Maybe this murderous fuck is a victim too?

Maybe.

Why are women emotionally and spiritually

so much stronger than men?

Because the basic human form is female.

Maleness is... a kind of birth defect.

Stella.

You look at me like you looked
at that bottle of Scotch,

a mixture of fear and anger.

I don't like it.

MESSAGE ALERT ON COMPUTER

Have you had a good evening?

Yes, thanks... you?

It's been fun.

How did it feel, breaking in?

Thrilling! What's my reward?

What would you like?

What are you wearing?

Nothing.

Prove it.

'Oh, Stella, how revealing.'

'How exposing. It's all in these pages.'

'Sweet little Stella missing
her daddy, lost and alone.'

'Sexy Stella, expressing her
deepest, darkest desires.'

'Stroppy Stella, angry and misunderstood,

lashing out against the world of men.

'Oh, Stella Gibson, how
well I know you now.'

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