All language subtitles for The Fall (2013) - S03E06 - Their Solitary Way (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)-eng

With regard to his memory loss,

he could be
feigning, exaggerating

or simply malingering.

I feel I have no choice
other than to remand her

to the Seapark Juvenile
Justice Centre in Bangor.

I don't care what you do.

The only one who's honest
is Paul.

The police have fresh evidence
to put to Spector.

What sort of evidence?

Apparently, they've found
a lock-up rented by Spector.

- Why are you in this place?
- Twisted my sister's arm.

After he broke his sister's arm,

he raped her
and carried her into the street,

threw her into a bin lorry
that crushed her to death.

No one has any idea
how bad Gortnacull House was.

Are you certain that Baldwin or
Spector was Jensen's favourite?

Every night and every day
for a full year.

Paul Spector,
I am further arresting you

for the murder of Susan Harper
on 18th August, 2002.

I insist this interview
be suspended.

I must take
instructions from Mr. Spector.

- Do you recognise this man?
- David Alvarez.

This interview stops now.

- What is going on?
- The police have been clever.

They have something on me
that I can actually remember.

I'd worked that day,
in a Caribbean restaurant.

It was a warm day.

There was thundery rain.

David and I went out after work,
went out drinking.

Went to a local club.
I can't recall the name.

We met Susan Harper there.

She invited us to her house.

I think she shared a house.

There was no one there.

- We went up to her room.
- The three of you?

Yes.

What happened?

She and David had sex.

And you?

I watched.

What sort of sex?

Ordinary sex.

What happened then?

David left.

Went out to find more drink.

Left us together.

Go on.

We...er...

I invited her to try
something a bit different.

What?

A sex game.

What happened was an accident.

A consensual game?

Yes.

Then how did
this David Alvarez individual

come to be found guilty,
if he wasn't even there?

And why murder?
Why not manslaughter?

It's complicated.

Did David Alvarez find somewhere
to sell him drink?

I don't know.
He never came back.

Could I please have some water?

Have you, erm...

...remembered more
in regard to the other charges?

No.

It will look bad,
if you stop answering now.

Erm...

Just be careful what you say.

So at that point you
were alone with Susan Harper?

- Yes.
- What happened then?

I suggested that she tried
something a bit more exciting

than the sex
that she'd had with David.

What?

I'd been experimenting.

With?

Exhibit 132.

I've never seen these before.

- You admit it's you?
- He admits no such thing.

Experimenting like that,
with sexual asphyxiation,

is that the sort of behaviour
you involved Susan Harper in?

I advise you
not to answer that question.

Yes.

How, specifically?

Her head in a plastic bag.

Tied off at the neck?

No, just a thin plastic bag.

Did you tie her hands?

No, her hands were free.

Was it your suggestion
to use the bag?

- Yes.
- Why?

The same reasons as
in these pictures...

...to feel in control,
to feel out of control.

To feel powerful, to feel weak.

To be fearful, to be trusted.

Were you supposed to remove it?

She was...

at the peak of orgasm,
tear off the bag.

It floods the brain
with oxygen-laden blood,

leads to a feeling of euphoria.

Or death...

- Sadly, yes.
- Sadly?

Did she understand the risks
involved with such behaviour?

I think so.

Did you explain it?

I don't remember.

Why didn't you remove
the bag for her,

if she lost consciousness?

Could you not see
she was suffocating?

I wasn't looking at her.

I was going down on her.

We'd been drinking, taken coke.

Maybe that's why she died.

And yet David Alvarez, who
wasn't even there at the time...

...is serving a life sentence
for the murder?

- His choice.
- Why?

Why would he make that choice,
do you think?

I don't know.

You'll have to ask him.

So what did you do, when you
realised what had happened?

Did you call for an ambulance?
Did you call the police?

- No.
- Why not?

Didn't occur to me.

What did you do?

Cleaned up.

That accounts for the presence
of a washing-up bowl by the bed?

Yes.

I fetched the water
and washed her,

emptied it into the bath.

I was meant to bring it
back to the kitchen.

Must have forgotten.

What colour bowl?

Green, I think.

So you just left her there
in her room on her bed?

- Yes.
- And what did you do then?

- I walked the streets.
- And after that?

Left London,
came back to Belfast.

And that's when
you became Paul Spector?

Yes.

Did you have any communication
with David Alvarez?

No.

- At no point?
- No.

I ask you again,
why would he take the blame,

do you think?

He must have felt he was doing
the right thing, I suppose.

But why would he think...

...taking the blame
was the right thing to do?

You tell me.

He said he felt in your debt.

She speaks?

He said he felt
he owed you a great deal.

Because you protected him
as a child.

Did I?

You told me...

...that Father Jensen
didn't abuse you at Gortnacull.

You said that
you made yourself repulsive,

so that he wouldn't touch you.

I don't remember that.

I don't recall
talking to you before.

But every boy there
was abused in some way.

No one escaped.

In fact, some boys were singled
out for special treatment.

And you...

were one of
Father Jensen's favourites.

He even had a pet name for you.

He called you Pretty Boy.

He chose you to be
his favourite for a whole year.

When it came time for you
to choose your successor...

...you looked right past
David Alvarez.

You chose another boy.

And for that,
he was eternally grateful.

Or at least
until it became clear

that the friend
that he was protecting

from an unfortunate
fatal accident...

...was actually a friend
who was, at that time,

at the beginning of a career
as a serial murderer.

Drop the charade, Peter.

Own your confession.

Have the courage
of your convictions

and admit that
you remember it all.

- You remember everything.
- I'm sorry,

but you are intentionally
prejudicing my client's case.

I will want this removed
from the transcripts.

Were you not worried

that the police
would come after you?

Come after Peter Baldwin,
do you mean?

Of no fixed abode
somewhere in London?

No, I wasn't.

A year later,
I was Paul Spector,

living in Belfast,

soon to become
a married man with a child.

Truth be told, I didn't give

Alvarez and Susan Harper
much thought.

You know, I've been told
a lot about Paul Spector,

since I was shot.

At first, I was horrified...

...but then, I must admit...

...little by little,

he's started to intrigue me.

Paul, please stick to the facts

surrounding
the death of Susan Harper

and avoid speculating about
things you can't remember.

The speculation intrigues me.

I'm told that I laid out Sarah
Kay's underwear on her bed

in the shape of her body.

That's what I used to do
as a child.

Lay out my mother's clothes
on her bed,

in her shape,

imagine she was there.

It aroused me.

And then, when I was
a wee bit older, 12, 13...

...whenever I could, I would
obtain female underwear.

I'd use it to masturbate.

Is that perverse?

Was that the start of something
that led me here?

Or was it earlier?

Gortnacull?

Or earlier still,
my mother's death?

I want to know.

I want to know the real me.

Then stop hiding behind
the mask of amnesia.

We're all wearing masks,
to some extent.

You certainly are.

There are memories:

thoughts that
feel like memories...

...that are starting
to come back to me.

This interview has strayed
way beyond its purpose.

And there's a voice.

There's a voice saying,
"We're losing him.

We're losing him."

So, there must have been
at least one person

who cared
whether I lived or died.

That was me.

That was my voice.

And I did care.

I thought
death would be too easy for you.

Too easy an escape.

And I didn't want you
to cheat the system.

And I still don't.

I want you to be punished
for the crimes you've committed.

Rose Stagg
was so right about you.

She saw right through you.

Your infantile desire to have a
captive and captivated audience.

You just want to be noticed.

Just want to be
the centre of attention.

To have special treatment...

...to make your mark.

But it's all just a performance.

All of it.

You perform for me,

for your solicitor,

your doctors, your nurse,

your psychiatrist...

even your family.

It's all just
one big performance...

...as protection

against the dreaded
black hole of your heart.

Well, guess what, Paul?

It's time to grow up.

It's time to take responsibility
for what you've done.

Let's stop
this pathetic charade.

I really must insist on
a break now.

I need time with my client
to prepare a written statement

about the death of Susan Harper
that he will read.

The interview is being suspended
at 15:47,

so that Paul Spector
can consult with his solicitor.

Fetch the detention officer.

Argh!

Let's go!

Let's go.

Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!

Don't touch me! Do you hear me?

Don't you put your hands on me!

Have you been drinking?

You, escort Mr. Healy out of here.

Where's that fucking ambulance?

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

Drive.

Drive!

- I'm shaking.
- How much did you see?

My monitor went dead.
The attack on Gibson.

It didn't stop there.

What a way for
the whole thing to end.

End? What do you mean?

- We can't represent him now.
- Why not?

I've never seen violence
like that before in my life.

What have we just witnessed?
The very thing you described.

Their deep obsession
with each other.

The emergence under duress
of Bad Paul.

If Larson doesn't find evidence
of dissociative disorder,

split personality, then we will
find a psychiatrist who does.

Then we play the "not guilty
by reason of insanity" card

or even, if necessary,
guilty but insane.

I can't, Sean. I can't be
in the same room with him again.

I get it. You admire her. You
want to be her when you grow up.

The fact remains, if you can't
make the accused your focus,

forget being a defence lawyer or
even a criminal lawyer at all.

Fine.

What?

You're on your own.

Stupid, stupid creep!

Open your mouth for me.

- Bring your teeth together.

Painful?

No, no.

No crunching noises.

- Any problems with vision?
- No.

I think you have a minimally
displaced zygoma fracture.

You're going to be on
a soft diet for two weeks or so.

Well, the bleeding's impressive
and the laceration's small.

Might require a stitch or two.
Irrigate the wound

with lots of normal saline,
and I'll take a look.

If you'd like to lie back
on the bed for me, please.

- Any pain?
- Mm. Some.

Shall I check for
for blood in the urine?

Yes, please.

I'd like to keep you in
overnight for observation.

That won't be necessary.

Don't worry,
it'll just be bed and breakfast.

I'll be back
to stitch that eyebrow.

Thought I'd look in on you
before I go.

- What time is it?
- Just after two.

This is my ninth straight night
in a row.

I've been on for 17 hours.

Getting too old for this.

I bet you're glad
I saved his life...

How's Tom Anderson?

His arm's broken.

He's had a closed reduction

to pull the bones
back into position.

He's been sent home
with his arm in a cast.

You know, given that...

you're less likely to develop
post-traumatic stress disorder,

if you don't sleep
after a bad experience,

maybe I should keep you awake
a wee bit longer at least.

Don't you have a home to go to?

I do. A wife and five kids,
as it happens,

from a daughter of 12
to a son of seven months.

If I go home now,

it'll be nappy changes
and the four o'clock feed.

Might as well
sit with you for a bit.

I'll ask you questions.

- Really?
- Aye.

Go on.

Do you like flowers?

Of course.

Can you play
any musical instrument?

I could play the violin,
when I was a girl.

Have you ever been happy?
If so, when?

When I was a child,

before my father died.

Have you any real friends?

A few, yeah.

Have you ever wished
anyone dead?

Yes, I have.

Are you a good swimmer?

Very.

Are men or women the stronger,
do you think?

- What do you think?
- Oh, women, without a doubt.

In fact, it's time you
hurried up and took over.

I mean, it's gonna happen.

So why not get on with it?

Which is your favourite season?

Hm...spring.

Has Mr. Spector been a threat

to himself or others
in the past week?

There have been no breaches of
protocol since he's been back.

Anything more
from the test results?

Have you found
any compelling inconsistencies?

No, I haven't,

which is unsurprising, given
his professional knowledge.

I know it's in your nature
to infer

invisible unconscious processes
behind the memory loss

and that it is an exceptional
doctor who will take the risk

of concluding in writing
that someone is malingering.

But, with respect,

that is what
I think you should do.

Do you?

The CT head scan - with and
without contrast - was normal,

the MRI of the brain
and the spinal cord

showed normal results.

There's no evidence of
structural brain damage

in the neurological examinations
or neuroimaging.

With his history of lying

and everything
that he stands to gain

from exaggeration and
fabrication of the symptoms,

the amnesia
has to be malingered.

He's proved how dangerous he is.

It has to be fake.

It's not me.

What?

I look at my body,
and it's not me.

It'll take a while
to get used to - that's all.

There you go, thanks.

We've had a report, ma'am, from
the Juvenile Offenders Centre.

It seems that Katie Benedetto
has been self-harming.

How?

Cutting herself
with a piece of bone.

What?

They think she must have found
it in her food at some point.

Jesus...

Is there a happy memory
from any part of your life

that you can remember?

I used to think that
there was a black hole inside me

that nothing could fill.

Then I had a daughter.

I remember the first time
that I put her to sleep.

I was standing,
holding her in my arms,

rocking her.

I was looking at her
all the time.

She was looking up at me.

I began to feel
that she trusted me...

...that she felt safe.

She must have done because
her eyelids started closing...

...little by little,

and then she was asleep.

That's a good memory.

Why did you attack
Stella Gibson?

Why did you break
that young man's arm?

There is a visible
and an invisible world.

That's why people get hurt.

Do you think I'm treatable?

Of course.

Curable?

Hm...that's different.

What would you do for me,
if I was your patient?

Try to get you to pay attention
wisely to things as they are.

Foster clear thinking and...
open-heartedness.

Try to develop
the capacity in you

to experience a feeling without
necessarily acting on it.

Try to enable you
to see the difference

between thoughts and reality.

I'd imagine
you're a good father.

What do you mean
by "good father"?

Someone who's present...

...there for his children.

Has anyone ever told you

you sometimes have bad dreams
that you can't remember?

Has your mummy or your daddy
ever told you that?

Yes. My mummy took me
to the doctor's one time.

Have you had any bad dreams,

since you've been staying
with Joan and Stephen?

I don't think so.

She hasn't.
She's been sleeping well.

Daddy said
he had bad dreams like mine

when he was
in the children's home.

Did he?

Did he say
what he dreamed about?

Frightening things.

How do you feel about your daddy
right now, Olivia?

I love him.

But?

I don't think
I'll go see him for a while.

How long do you think
before you'll see him again?

When I'm grown up, I might.

Or if I have a baby.

If I have a baby,
I might go take her to see him.

What happened to your face?

I was in a car accident.

No, I wasn't.

Paul Spector attacked me.

I've got marks like that.

- Show me.
- I can't.

Why?

They're on my upper thighs
and on the soles of my feet.

I didn't want anyone to know,
to see them.

They were private.

Why did you do it?

I think
for the same reason you do.

What's that?

Anger.

What did you have
to be angry about?

My father.

Why?

He died.

How?

He was ill.

How old were you?

14.

My father killed himself.

I thought it was an accident.

He chose to ride a motorbike.

Even though I worried about him
every time he went out...

...every night he was late home.

He loved the bike
more than he loved me.

Loved the thrill of speed more
then he loved his only daughter.

I don't call that an accident.

Is that why
you're throwing your life away?

You know
you can't get him back...

...no matter how hard you try.

There was a man of double deed

Who sowed his garden
full of seed

And when the seed began to grow

'Twas like a garden
full of snow

When the snow began to melt

'Twas like a ship
without a belt

And when the ship began to sail

'Twas like a bird
without a tail

And when the bird began to fly

'Twas like an eagle in the sky

And when the sky began to roar

'Twas like a lion at my door

When my door began to crack

'Twas like a stick
across my back

And when my back began to smart

'Twas like a penknife
in my heart

And when my head
began to bleed...

'Twas death, and death...

And death indeed

I need you to do me a favour.

I know that everything
feels tainted, polluted.

But it's not.

We all have
those voices in our heads,

that tell us
we're a disappointment,

that tell us
our work is insignificant,

that it's not good enough.

It takes too long
and it's too hard.

But when times are tough...

...we need tough dreams.

But real dreams, not lies.

Not an unreality like Paul.

You need to fight for yourself,
Katie.

Because right now...

...you're in danger.

- What's this?
- It's your chocolate.

I don't want that chocolate.
I want what he's got.

Mark, you're diabetic.
That's your special chocolate.

L don't like special chocolate.
I want what he's got.

This stuff tastes like
dog chocolate.

- I'm not eating dog chocolate!

- Afraid it's this or nothing.
- Give me my money back.

I've spent your money
on the things you asked for.

I want my money back!

Mark, calm yourself.

I'm not a dog. I'm not
eating that shit. I refuse!

Calm down, Mark,
or you'll be restrained.

What did you say to me?
Called me a homosexual.

- I didn't call you anything!
- Called me a homosexual!

- Calm down now.

Stop it.

We all need love
and we all need nurture.

There's too much
death and destruction.

But friends who love you
should...

...warm you like the sun...

...make you feel good
about yourself...

...not freeze you
in their contempt

and in their hate.

Anger corrodes our belief that
anything good can happen to us.

Paul's been destroyed
by his anger...

...his rage.

And you.

You hurt a friend...

...to impress him.

But he doesn't care.

He doesn't even know you exist.

- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Come on!

Watch his head. Watch his head.
Watch his head.

Let's go. Let's go. Go! Go on.

Fuck off, that's right!
Fuck the lot of you!

Fuck off!

You and I were loved so much...

...even if our fathers
couldn't stay around for us.

Maybe we both need to be held
while we grieve.

But it has to be someone who can
feel pain for our pain...

...not revel in it.

Not someone who will abandon us.

Sweet Jesus!
Somebody call for an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

Where's Spector?
Where's Spector?

Check the treatment room!
The de-escalation room!

Check the kitchen!

Shit! Bailey's room!

Oh, God!

Got him. Quick.

Mind his head, mind his head,
mind his head.

Get the belt. Get the belt.

Paul, Paul...

- I'm sorry.

Gibson.

OK.

What is it?

- I have to go.
- What's happened?

I can't tell you. I'm sorry.

Is it Paul?

Bye, Katie.

Dr. Larson...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

OK, ready?

One, two, three...

Paul Spector, the man charged

with the four recent murders
in the Belfast area,

was found dead last night

in one of the bedrooms
of the Foyle Clinic

where he was undergoing
psychiatric assessment.

This morning
an enquiry was launched

into how he had come to die,

whilst under level two
observation by clinic staff.

Spector, 32,
was found dead at 9:31pm.

While efforts were made
to revive him,

he was certified dead
by doctors at 9:51pm.

The Foyle Clinic's
leading clinician

was also injured
during the incident.

He is in hospital
and in a stable condition.

His injuries are not thought
to be fife-threatening.

Another patient,
Mark Bailey, 29, was killed.

His family have been informed.

An inquiry into his death
is on-going.

I can confirm that the PSNI
are not looking for anyone else

in connection with the murders
of Fiona Gallagher, Sarah Kay,

Alice Parker Monroe
or Joseph Brawley.

An inquest will take place
into each of those deaths.

DCI Eastwood
will oversee the preparation

of those inquest files.

In light of recent events
and as of today,

I am standing down
from my position

as Gold Commander
of Operation Music Man.

In addition, the Chief Constable
has accepted my resignation.

I would like
to take this opportunity

to thank Detective
Superintendent Gibson

for all her hard work,
her dedication to duty

and her leadership
during the investigation.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, sir.

Take care, Dani.

And you, ma'am.

"In olden times, when
wishing still did some good,

there lived a king whose
daughters were all beautiful.

But the youngest
was so beautiful

that the sun itself,

who indeed has seen so much,

marvelled every time
it shone upon her face.

In the vicinity
of the King's castle,

there was
a large, dark forest,

and in this forest,
beneath an old linden tree,

there was a well.

In the heat of the day,
the Princess would go out

into the forest and sit
on the edge of the cool well.

To pass the time,
she would take a golden ball,

throw it into the air
and then catch it.

It was her favourite plaything. "

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

"As she was lying in bed,
he came creeping up to her

and said, 'I am tired and I want
to sleep as well as you do.

Pick me up
or I'll tell your father.'

With that,
she became bitterly angry

and threw him against the wall
with all her might.

'Now you will have your peace,
you disgusting frog!"'

She's supposed to kiss him,
not throw him against the wall!

That's Disney.

This is the real story.

"But when he fell down,

he was not a frog...

...but a prince

with beautiful, friendly eyes."