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You snap the band on your wrist

when your thoughts and
feelings overwhelm you.

I'm sorry. I want to remember.

I really do.

I know everything.

What are you talking about?

Paul confessed, Katie.

There's no need
to cover for him.

You need to get
your stories straight.

According to her,
there's been no affair.

Just... Just some
kind of sexual assault.

Jesus, Paul, what
did you do to her?

When I met Peter, I
already had a boyfriend.

That boyfriend was Tom,
who became my husband.

And you never told
him what happened?

No.

Who are you?

Excuse me, ma'am.

The divers might
have found something.

Where's Mummy sleeping?

In there.

In his own mind, he
believes he has the right

to decide who
lives and who dies.

Peter?

Stella?

Help me. I don't want to die.

Stop shaking.

Start again. Steady hand.

Mm.

This your phone?

Mm.

The child locks are on.

I don't understand
what's happening.

- What are you doing?
- Stay still.

Where are you taking me?

Are my babies all right?

Yes.

And Tom?

You mean the drunk
sleeping on the sofa?

He's dead to the world.

Why are you doing this to me?

What is this?

You went to the police, Rose.

I didn't.

You sat with a police
officer... Probably for hours...

And put together
that likeness of me.

This doesn't even look like you.

You've made my
life very difficult.

But... you're not him.

Are you?

No.

I'm not him.

Well, then you
have nothing to fear.

Please take me home. Please.

It wasn't me!

Perhaps it was that other
girl, the... the one who survived.

The caption said it
was nine years ago.

It was you.

No, it wasn't me.

The thought that you could be
him, that you could be the man,

it never crossed my mind.

Have you forgotten what
happened between us?

No.

No, I-I hadn't forgotten.

But that doesn't mean...

We were just trying
things, doing things.

It was just something
that happened.

Too much to drink.

It was a lifetime ago.

I'm married. I'm a mother now.

Maybe it was some other girl.

Some other girl
that you were seeing!

There was no other girl.

You were the only girl.

And you've betrayed me.

No.

No-o-o-o.

No. No!

No.

No.

Nancy!

Time for breakfast!

I'm coming, Daddy!

Nancy!

What are they doing?

Looking for him, stupid.

What?

They must think
he lives 'round here.

Oh, my God. Seriously?

That's the last time I'm
sleeping over at yours.

Right-handed professional
decorating shears.

29 centimeter overall length.

17.5 centimeter cutting blade...

Just under 7 inches.

How long were they in the water?

I'm assuming since
the night of the 20th.

We can examine them for
trace and contact evidence...

Blood, fingerprints, fibers.

But it will be degraded after
that amount of time underwater.

They were quite
deep in the silt.

Start with the fingerprints

and then see if anything
else can be gleaned.

We need to fast-track them.

Where did you put Rose?

Uh, she's not here yet, ma'am.

I have her mobile number.

Will you call her place of work?

Uh-huh.

You have one new message.

Rose, this is Detective
Superintendent Gibson.

We were due to meet today.

Please ring and let me
know when you'll be here.

I do have further
questions for you.

It's essential that
you come in today.

Please call me.

Her first appointment at
work was at 8:00 this morning.

She didn't turn up, and
no word from her either.

Several patients

have not received their
radiology treatments.

Her department at the hospital
have been trying to reach her.

This has never happened before.

No reply from home.

See if the hospital
Human Resources

has a next-of-kin
number for Rose.

When was the last
time that you saw her?

Um, she left in the early
hours of the morning.

What time?

Um, I'm not sure.
I was sleeping.

So how do you know?

Um, she left me a note.

Do you still have that note?

Yeah.

Please keep it safe.

Why? What's this about?

Where are you, Tom?

I'm in the park.

Go home.

Meet me there.

I'm on my way.

Are you aware that Rose
was due to see me today?

Yes. I am.

And do you know why?

I think so.

How does she
normally get to work?

She drives.

And her car has gone?

Yes.

Anything strike you as
unusual this morning, Tom?

Uh, maybe one thing.

- I'm sure it's nothing.
- Go on.

Her bite guard was
over there, on the side.

Her?

Bite guard.

She wears it at night to stop
her from grinding her teeth.

Normally when she wakes,

she puts it in its wee
box at the side of bed,

and at night, she rinses
it and puts it back in.

And this is her handwriting?

Yes.

Her normal hand?

Yes.

Should I be worried?

Why are you here?

Just to look after you

while your daddy
answers some questions.

Look what I found.

It's sad, isn't it?

It's very sad.

You weren't aware of
her getting out of bed?

I wasn't in bed with her.

Where were you?

I slept on the sofa.

Why?

We'd argued.

What about?

She told me she was
coming in to see you...

that she had already
spoken to you once before,

and she told me why.

And what she told me explained
something that has always...

that I'd never
understood before.

What was that?

A period at university

when suddenly she wouldn't
talk to me, see me at all,

for three months.

Then one day she called.

We started seeing
each other again.

And we got married soon after.

How did you feel when she
told you why she'd withdrawn?

Upset.

Angry.

Violently angry?

No. No, never.

Angry enough to
make her leave you?

No.

I don't think so.

Can I help you?

I'm Paul Spector.

Oh, yes. I've been
expecting you.

Take a seat.

Hello.

This is the case file you need.

How can I help you?

We're going to need a number

of recent photographs of Rose.

There's quite a
lot to choose from.

When was that taken?

That was last year.

That was just last week.

Come in.

Assistant Chief Constable
Burns is here, ma'am.

Right.

Stay here, Tom.

I'll be back.

Contact Control by radio.

This is Rose Stagg's car.

Circulate the details.

We need to get the
family out of there, Jim.

Conduct an initial
visual search...

Open all doors, access
all rooms, cupboards, voids.

She might still be
in there somewhere.

Stella, you shouldn't be here.

This isn't a voluntary
missing person.

How do you know?

It's an abduction.

The house is a crime scene.

If Peter Piper picked a
peck of pickled peppers,

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

That's the best so far.

Did you learn that at school?

No, from Peter Piper.

Really?

Mummy's friend.

Your mummy has a
friend called Peter Piper?

Yes. He was here last night.

We made a decision
to say that the likeness

was from nine years ago.

And I think we have
led him straight to Rose.

How?

Oh. And I called him Peter, too.

A common enough name.

Why would we be interested in
a likeness from nine years ago?

Because of a precursor crime.

Something that
happened in the past

that seems to presage
the current crimes...

like a woman being
strangled into unconsciousness

by her boyfriend.

I mean, maybe he did that
with every woman that he met.

But what if he only did it once?

How difficult would that
be for him to work out?

Rose never reported it.

The boyfriend was never
interviewed, charged.

As far as he knows, it's always
remained a private matter.

Until now.

We have made it public.

We should have age-enhanced
the picture and used that instead.

There's been a
development, ma'am.

Get in.

It's from the
daughter, from Nancy.

Go on.

It seems there was someone
in the house last night.

Someone who said he
was a friend of her mother's.

Nancy watched them going
off, crossing the street together.

Someone who said
he was called Peter.

Can I help you?

I'm here to see a
patient... Annie Brawley.

Why is he here?

I'm giving the case to Eastwood.

When did you decide that?

If the Task Force
investigates this,

the media will be all over it.

We don't need
that extra pressure.

I'm sorry. That's ridiculous.

She's been missing
for less than 12 hours.

It's important we appear
not to be overreacting.

- Jim!
- You can't see past the killer.

I want all lines of
inquiry looked at...

Marital, extramarital,
depression, suicide.

The child said that
there was a stranger

in the house last night...

a stranger who
called himself Peter.

Rose's life is at
risk, and it's my fault!

I will ask Eastwood to keep
you briefed on any developments.

- Gibson.
- Ma'am, it's Larkin.

We've found a receipt for the
shears amongst Annie's papers.

I've obtained a duplicate set.

I'll meet you at the mortuary.

I've read the case notes,
and I know the background,

and in truth, a female therapist
would have been a better option.

I don't believe
one was available,

and honestly, there's no
one better qualified than me.

Now it's possible
that your daughter

may react unfavorably
to my presence.

A male of a certain age...

It could trigger an
emotional reaction.

So if you would stay
close by, at first at least.

Annie?

Yes?

I'm Paul Spector.

Can I come in?

Of course.

I'll be a minute.

I feel so guilty.

Tell me why.

It's not just guilt.

It's shame.

What have you got
to be ashamed of?

I subscribed to a website.

I created a profile.

What sort of website?

An adult website.

I just keep thinking, you know,
"What if he saw me on there?

What if... What if he chose
me because of that site?"

Did you post
pictures of yourself?

A couple.

Nothing very revealing.

Okay.

But also, um...

a video.

What kind of video?

Suggesting...

Suggesting that I might
be up for bondage...

domination, that type of thing.

I said I had a high...
High threshold for pain.

I actually said that, but...

I didn't know.

It was just...

It was just a fantasy, a game.

There's a world of
difference, Annie,

between what consenting adults
choose to do in their bedroom

and the violent sexual
assault that you suffered.

Nothing you did...

frankly nothing
you could ever do...

would ever make you responsible
for the events of that night.

That's down to
him and him alone.

When did you last see Rose?

I bumped into her at
the market on Sunday.

We had coffee.

Is it out of character
for her to take off?

You think that's what happened?

She just took off?

Hm. Possible.

It's also possible that
this could all be our fault.

Why do you say that?

Hasn't it occurred to you that
she might have been taken?

By him?

Why would he do that?

I don't know. To silence her?

What if we've exposed
her to danger from that man

by getting her to talk
to you about the past?

Are you keeping a journal?

It's my diary from before.

The idea is, it's supposed
to help me remember more

about what happened to me.

And has it helped?

I've not read it yet.

Well, maybe it will help.

Or maybe it won't.

We all know people who
live too much in the past.

Too much history,
too much remembering

can ultimately
destroy the present...

and the future.

Thanks.

It's been really useful.

Good.

It's getting too long.

It's annoying me.

Use that hair
band to put it back.

This is for something else.

A friend gave it to me.

A friend?

Yeah.

I can arrange for a
hairdresser to visit if you like.

Really?

Of course.

Well, then, yes, please.

I'll see you the
day after tomorrow.

You have one new message.

I'm at the school gates

to pick up Liam and
Olivia, but Olivia isn't here.

Why is your phone always...

- Hello?
- Sally, it's me.

- What's going on?
- I'm calling the police.

- Why?
- Olivia's been taken.

What do you mean, "taken"?

Your fucking little
tramp of a girlfriend.

- What?
- Katie.

She told Ms. Selmer that I
asked her to pick up Livvy.

Pick up Livvy and leave
Liam to wait for me?!

I'm calling the police.

Don't do that.
I'll deal with it.

How the hell can you do that?

You're in Scotland.

Actually, I'm not. I'm
here. I'm in Belfast.

What? When did that happen?

Now. Today. I'm back.

I've got her number.

I bet you have.

I'll call her. Just wait.

These are the same
size, make, and brand

as the pair that we
pulled from the water.

The direction of force

is more or less at a
perpendicular angle to the skin.

And here, we have abrasions
that look like they've been caused

by the handle of the weapon...
A kind of hilt-mark injury.

You said that the maximal
depth of the wounds was 9 inches.

But these scissors have
blades that are under 7 inches.

Yeah, because of the
compression of the body with force,

the depth measurement
can be greater

than the length of the blade.

There's nothing to indicate that
these aren't the murder weapon.

Have you found them?

Not yet.

Paul...

Wait just a little longer.

I'll call you as soon as I do.

You have a funny name.

Katrina?

No.

Like my name is Spector.

Oh. Benedetto.

It's Italian.

Do you get teased at school?

A bit.

Is this it?

Is this really your
favorite place?

Yeah.

Do you remember
that necklace you had?

The one with the beetle on it?

Daddy gave it to me.

Where did he get it?

I don't know.

It was a present for
trying hard at school.

Do you still have it?

I lost it.

How?

It disappeared.

When?

I don't know.

Daddy!

Hey.

When did you get back?

Today.

It's getting late. We
need to get you home.

Wait for me there.

Say goodbye to Katie.

Bye, Katie.

Hello.

Straight upstairs, please.

I want to be with Daddy.

It's late. Upstairs and
into your pajamas now.

I'm hungry.

Upstairs.

Where were they?

In the park.

When did you get back?

Just this afternoon.

What is wrong with that girl?

Why does she want to hurt me?

It's not you she
wants to hurt. It's me.

Daddy! Are you coming?!

The things she
said to you, they're...

they're teenage fantasies.

There was no attack,
no near rape or whatever.

Olivia saw you.

She got out of bed,
and she saw you.

What did she see?

You and Katie on the floor.

That was probably
one of her dreams.

Oh, Jesus.

We can ask her
about it together...

now or in the morning...

talk to her about it.

Ask her?

You have no idea, do you?

- Ask her?
- Sally...

Anyway you won't
be here in the morning.

I want you gone and
out of this house now.

And what will I say to Olivia?

You'll think of something.

Did you have fun with Katie?

It was okay.

What did you talk about?

School and stuff.

She likes to ask a lot of
questions, doesn't she?

Quite a lot.

What did she ask you?

About Scotland.

What else?

My necklace, the
one that got lost.

I have to go, darling.

Why?

I have things to do.

When will I see you again?

♪ The stars in your
eyes burn and shine ♪

♪ The curve of your
lips as they meet mine ♪

♪ Break every rule for you ♪

♪ And I'd dance to the
blues like a crazy fool ♪

♪ If you were mine ♪

- ♪ If you were mine ♪
- Sally.

♪ If you were mine ♪

I don't think I can
have this baby.

What?

How can I?

Don't sit down.

What do you mean,
can't have the baby?

What do you think I mean?

Sally, you can't do that.

Why not?

You're a neonatal nurse.

We're not Catholic.

My mother was Catholic.

What, the woman
that killed herself?

Abandoned you?

The police were here earlier.

What do you mean?

Knocking on all the doors,

talking to all the men
in the neighborhood.

What did you say?

I told them you
were in Scotland.

Is that all?

I wanted to tell them
that I'd lied for you.

But you didn't?

I tried.

I tried really hard in Scotland.

I know.

You were cold, distant.

I was ill.

I had food poisoning
or something.

You made no effort, Paul.

"You held me down on the floor."

"If you were mine."

This morning, a spokesperson

from the city hospital
said Mr. Monroe,

who is in intensive care,
remains in critical condition.

The hunt for the
Belfast Strangler,

one of whose victims
is the daughter-in-law

of Morgan Monroe, continues.

"Mi ritrovai per
una selva oscura,

ché la diritta via era smarrita.

Ahi quanto a dir
qual era è cosa dura

esta selva selvaggia
e aspra e forte

che nel pensier
rinova la paura!"

Do you read this in
Italian or the translation?

"Midway upon the
journey of our life,

I found myself
within a forest dark,

for the straightforward
pathway had been lost.

Ah, me!"

I warned you once before
about fucking up my family.

This is your last warning.

Why?

What are you gonna do to me?

Good. Do it.

Good.

Kill me.

This is all bullshit.

You don't think I'm the killer
at all, or you wouldn't be here.

Fuck. You hurt me.

That's nothing compared
to what I'm gonna do to you

if you don't stop
playing your games.

I'm not playing games.

Dancing in front of me,
writing songs about me,

stripping on the stairs.

You're playing games.

Stupid childish games.

Don't call me a child again.

You're 15 years old.

I'm 16 now.

Still a child.

I'm not a child!

Don't shout.

You're a liar.

You told me you couldn't
trust yourself around me.

You said I was beautiful.

I was fucking with your head.

You pig. I fucking hate you.

Then stay out of my life.

How can I, with all
that I know about you?

You know nothing about me.

You're a suburban schoolgirl

with a load of
sensational fantasies

running around her head.

I'm much more than that.

No.

You're a little virgin,
dreaming of her first fuck.

Okay.

If that's what you want.

What are you doing?

Paul?

What are you doing?

Consider it a test.

What?

Your bonds aren't tight,
and your wrists are small.

You should be able to
get out easily enough.

While you struggle...

why don't you have a think
about what you want to do next?

As Camus says, "Life is
the sum of all your choices."

Choose your next
move carefully, Katie.

Gibson.

It's Larkin, ma'am.

Yes?

We've heard from the
Recording Officer at the labs.

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

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

Hang on.

Go ahead.

Paul Spector.

How are you
spelling that surname?

S-P-E-C-T-O-R.

Spector.

Paul Spector.

Apparently, we talked to him

in connection with
the Sarah Kay murder.

Yeah.

Identified himself in the CCTV
footage in the Botanic Gardens.

Came in voluntarily.

I want every detail
on that interview.

- Was it taped?
- Yes, ma'am.

Find the audiotapes.
I want to hear them.

Where were you last
night, Mr. Spector?

Last night? Why?

What happened last night?

Just answer the question.

My wife was working
at the neonatal unit.

And you?

I was with the children.

All evening and all night?

Fed them, bathed
them, put them to bed.

I had an early night myself.

I know this face.

I've seen him...

here.

I was waiting for the Kays.

We were going to a
press conference and...

he was walking down
the corridor on his own,

straight towards me.

How can that be?

Spector was asked to
account for his whereabouts

on the nights that
the attacks took place,

but not on any other nights

to see whether his
recall was as good.

He came in voluntarily.

Why would he do
that if he's the killer?

For the thrill.

To parade himself
under our noses.

To make us look stupid.

To demonstrate his superiority
and utter contempt for us.

Do I have to go on?

Did you interview his wife?

Did you check those
alibis face-to-face?

No, ma'am. On the phone.

He seemed like a good
guy... Bright, likable, helpful.

He let us take his
prints, his DNA.

It didn't seem as though
he had anything to hide.

A married man, a father of
two, a bereavement counselor.

Jesus, Glen.

What have I been saying about
such individuals since day one?

They frequently
appear to be charming,

intelligent, charismatic.

The key word is "appear."

They have to be probed,
wrong-footed, challenged.

And why has nobody followed up

with the list of children's
homes that he gave?

I need a word.

In private.

As S.I.O., you have
to sign off every action.

You know that.

Now, if you weren't happy,

you should have
raised another action

to have further inquiries made.

Call morning
prayers for 7:00 a.m.

I will need to brief
the Chief at 9:00.

Ma'am. Excuse me.

There's been a call on
your old private number.

It rang twice, then rang off.

The call was made from
Rose Stagg's mobile phone.

♪ Take me out of my city ♪

♪ While I still have a car ♪

♪ Take me out of my country ♪

♪ Take me out of my city ♪

♪ When I woke in the morning ♪

♪ Everything I had ♪

♪ Everything I had was gone ♪

Oh. Well?

It was amazing.

Tell me everything.

It's Rose Stagg's number, ma'am.

Gibson.

Stella?

Yes.

How nice to hear
your voice again.

Is that you, Peter?

Yes.

Why are you calling me?

Because I'm
looking up at the sky.

Stella, shining star.

It's a beautiful night.

Made me think of you.

What have you done with Rose?

Who?

Rose Stagg.

Rose McGill.

You must want me to
know that you have her,

or why would you
be using her phone?

You wrote that you feel
protective towards children.

Rose has two.

A boy of 15 months
and a girl of 6.

Her daughter
particularly is missing her.

What are you going to do?

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

to anyone else in this world.

All I know is...

no one can outwit death.

Peter?

Peter?