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Room by room, open up. Close them as you go along.

Yes. I've got my instructions.

Glad to hear it.

Mr. Lanark, medication.

Stand at the door, please.

I'm gonna get a drink.

- What? - I'm gonna get a drink!

Yes?

We're on night medication down here.

Isn't there anyone else?

What's the matter with him?

All right. Hang on.

Um, sorry. Nurse?

Sheila.

There's a situation on B wing.

Can you manage here for a few minutes?

Yes.

No problem.

Mr. Aitken.

Mr. Aitken, can you show yourself?

♪ Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber ♪

♪ Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction ♪

♪ Whether you're soar-away Sun or BBC One ♪

♪ Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct ♪

I just called you.

Mr. Aitken... Has he been moved?

Only I've got him down for some fruit, but...

You should've been told.

He has a bar attached to his wall.

He'll be on it.

Oh, shit!

Somebody help me!

Christ, he couldn't have gone through the gate, could he?

Well, I didn't see him!

Stop! Stop!

Please stop!

Leave me alone! Stop it!

- Tony? - I'm sorry, Mr. Carr,

but is Sadie home?

No. What is it?

We were at the club, then she went to the ladies',

and then I don't know where she went.

Is she at home?

No, you better come in.

Reginald?!

Reggie?!

Come on, man!

Reggie!

He might have come in here out of the rain.

He'll not go to the roads, but we know he got over the fences

'cause we found some torn...

What's that over there?

We'll check it out.

Reginald?!

Reggie, no one's gonna hurt you!

Reggie, are you in here?!

Oh, my God!

He's over here!

Up there.

Clare, I set up this meeting

to discuss your approach to your job.

I beg your pardon?

It's been concerning me for some time now.

You continually choose to adopt

a hands-on approach to investigations.

Your job is to take an overview.

You have to be on top.

Has there been a complaint about me?

Please don't interrupt me. No.

There has been no official complaint.

Well, unofficial, then. I don't understand.

Clare, the point is, you have developed tunnel vision

when you should be leading an entire command.

You need to think very seriously about your position

as commander of the murder review team.

I have to tell you, I am very unhappy

at the way this situ...

Yes, Sandra? What is it?

Commander Blake's assistant is here. It's urgent.

Yes, all right. Show her in.

I am so sorry to interrupt, but I think it's very urgent.

What is it, Gina?

Mr. Carr... He's called twice.

It's about your goddaughter.

Has something happened?

Clare, you should deal with this personal matter

and get back to me as soon as possible.

And, Clare, think very carefully about what I've said.

Tony came over last night.

He said they'd gone out to some nightclub,

and Sadie just disappeared, but...

Listen to what I'm trying to tell you, for God's sake!

They've been searching for her all night.

The police!

I'm stone-cold bloody sober, for Chrissakes.

Now, I'm just telling you what is happening.

Clare is here, and...

Mary, I've got to go.

They want me to...

They want me to see a girl they found last night.

No, no, I'll call you as soon as I have any news.

Mary's blaming me, but Sadie only stays with me

the odd weekend now she's started at university.

You know she got straight-A exam results?

So, at 17, she's young to...

She can't be. It can't be her.

It can't be Sadie.

Just a second, John.

Bill, are you on the girl who was brought in last night?

Yes. I was just about to start work on her.

What's going on?

I need to take a look at her.

Well, the team are preparing her, but, yes, you can...

- Go on in. - Okay.

I'll go in and see if it's Sadie.

You look after Mr. Carr.

Thanks.

The girl is Sadie Carr, aged 17.

And the bastard, we hope, will be hauled back

to Brierton Hospital.

We're waiting for D.C.I. Hedges to get here to head the inquiry.

Until then, we cover the basics.

The postmortem's being carried out.

Morning. Thanks, Brian.

I'm D.C.I. Hedges.

I'm S.I.O. of this murder inquiry into...

- Sadie Carr. - Yeah.

They've organized an office for you, gov.

Good. Right, carry on, everyone.

You know we were pulled in by the commander herself?

I mean, I was on holiday in bloody Cornwall.

You've got a suspect here, yeah?

Yeah, but you're not gonna get much out of him, Mike.

Yeah? Well, that is for me to determine.

Any weapon found?

Hunting knife... black handle, silver rim. It's with forensics.

Mike, this is virtually cut and dried.

- I'm Detective Cons... - Black coffee, no sugar.

Well, what's this one?

Suspect's medical records.

We got in touch with the doctor in charge at Brierton,

and he finally agreed to let us have them.

Ah, shit.

What?

The victim is Commander Blake's goddaughter.

Do you think you might need anyone from AA to help?

What's the name of your sponsor?

Mary won't forgive me.

She'll blame me.

But I couldn't stop her going out.

She's 17 years old.

She...

I'm Detective Constable Pamela Hayes, sir.

When do you expect the results from the postmortem?

We'll get cause of death any minute,

but it'll take a while before we get all the details.

Yes, I'm aware of that, Pauline.

Just tell them to get their skates on.

It's Pamela, sir.

You do know he doesn't talk?

The suspect.

Yes, I've read his medical report.

He makes these strange noises.

Oh, yeah?

I'm told they have a suspect.

An escaped mental patient.

He was found with Sadie cradled in his arms.

As soon as I have all the details, John,

I'll come back here.

John?

She was in his arms.

Aitken escaped at 11:00 p.m.

The body was found with him when?

Just after 2:00 a.m. He was covered in blood.

His clothes were seized and went off to the lab.

Now, she wasn't reported missing till midnight,

so when was the last time the boyfriend saw her?

Just before 11:00. Don't you have his statement?

Yeah. How far is it from the nightclub to the chalk pit?

- 10 miles. - Mm-hmm.

And from the mental institution?

A couple of miles.

Their medical director is coming in himself

to escort Aitken back there.

The custody sergeant decides when he's released back to them.

In the meantime, I'm going down

to get some quality time with him.

Mike. Thanks for taking this on.

Well, the weather was no good for surfing anyway.

Uh, listen, it's against the rules for me

to have a go at him.

Right now, I'm not thinking about any rules.

I just want to stand quietly behind you.

All right?

Right.

Oh, my God.

Has he been like this since you brought him in?

No, he wasn't as docile as this.

He was very agitated.

Screeching like a chimp.

- Has he been sedated? - No.

The doctor at the institution said just leave him.

Like I said, he can't... or he won't... talk.

Put your hands down.

Mr. Aitken, put your hands down.

No, you're right... He doesn't belong here.

Let me know when they come and get him.

Black, green! Black, green! Black, green! Toot, toot!

He might be nuts, but look at him.

Look what he's doing.

- Black, green. - Now, that is stabbing.

Black, green! Black, green! Toot, toot! Toot, toot!

Toot, toot! Black, green! Black, green! Black, green!

Glutton for punishment, aren't you?

Twice in one day.

Right, well, I've just had a look at her body,

and we have 16 wounds to the upper torso,

slashes to the lower abdomen.

I have taken swabs,

but I'm of the opinion that she was not sexually assaulted.

She has deep scratches.

Oh, and, um, this.

A tattoo stamp on her right hand.

That's from the nightclub, I think.

I gather it's the way they keep tabs on the customers nowadays.

What's that?

Ah, yes. She could've been tied up.

We have a similar mark on her ankles, not so bruised.

- You testing for drugs? - Yes. Well, we will eventually.

But, you know, we only got her in last night.

Oh, she was minus her pants, by the way.

Yeah, I don't know what to say. I mean,

if you think something's going on, you should confront him.

But you don't know the way he is.

No, I know that! But if he is seeing someone else...

Yeah, but I'm not sure.

I-I just get this feeling that...

With him being away so much, and...

he hasn't touched me for months.

I mean, I could be wrong. He says he's tired.

Well, if I was you...

Yeah, but you're not me, and I'm no good at confrontations.

Well, get devious. Check his wallet.

Lipstick on the collar's a giveaway.

This isn't funny.

It wasn't meant as a joke, Helen.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Look, I'm sorry, Pamela.

I just needed to...

- you know. - Yeah, I know, but, Helen,

if you have suspicions, you don't let them eat away at you.

- You find out. - Mm.

You won't tell anyone, will you?

I mean, I-I could be wrong.

Reginald Aitken has been with us for eight years.

He's never shown any propensity for violence.

In fact, the contrary.

He's not currently on any medication.

Uh, Dr. Millet, this is Commander Clare Blake.

I should tell you that I have a personal interest

in this inquiry, as the victim is my goddaughter.

I'm so sorry.

I was just explaining to D.C.I. Hedges

that Reginald Aitken has been with us for eight years.

He doesn't mix with the other inmates,

but remains in his room, and twice a week

is allowed into the gym with supervision.

Mr. Aitken nevertheless escaped.

I need to know if there is any way

I will ever get him before a magistrate.

Reginald Aitken is mentally incapable.

There is no possibility he'll be able to understand

the legal procedure...

or the charges against him.

He's not spoken coherently

the entire time he's been at the institution.

I am deeply sorry for the Carr family,

but, at the same time, very perplexed

that Reginald seems to have done such an horrendous thing.

Perplexed?

He's been held in a secure hospital unit

for, you say, eight years?

Can you give me details of his crime?

Dr. Millet?

Can you give us some details of his previous crime?

- Murder. - Yes, murder.

And you say he isn't violent?

He's killed before, for Chrissakes.

It was his mother.

Oh, what, so that's all right, is it?

Please, I... didn't mean it the way it sounded.

Aitken was severely abused by his father.

Yes, but he didn't kill him, did he? Just his mother.

His father committed suicide,

as he was about to be charged with sexual abuse.

Reginald looked after his invalid mother

most of his adult life.

She was exceptionally cruel.

Yes, I'm not interested in what she was like.

How did he kill her?

He was subjected to years of her accusations...

Dr. Millet, we do have access

to your patients' criminal records.

So don't waste our time.

She was stabbed to death.

In a frenzied attack?

- How many stab wounds? - It was a very serious attack.

She had numerous knife wounds.

How many is numerous?

35.

35.

Bastard! Bastard!

Carl? Read the papers?

"Disco Princess"?

You bastard. I know it was you.

No, you don't know. Shut up.

I can't talk about it now. Trust me.

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

Thought you'd gone to bed.

Who was that on the phone?

Oh, apart from myself, you mean?

Yeah?

I was talking to Barry. All right?

And you are starting to drive me nuts.

You know that?

"Where are you going?

You going out? Who are you talking to?

Who's on the phone? When will you be back?"

What's the matter with you?

- Me?! - No.

I'm talking to the bloody wallpaper.

Stop it.

I hardly see you. I never know where you are.

You do know!

I'm with Barry.

And I'm working my ass off.

At least Barry gets to see you.

And with us both earning, I don't see why...

Why?! I'll tell you why.

Because I've just got the business into profit.

That's why!

I'm sorry.

I'm doing this for you, Helen.

- God. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm doing this for us.

- Okay? - Mm-hmm.

What was it you said you wanted for Christmas?

Just that it'd be nice if we could go off somewhere together.

Yeah, right, and that's what we're gonna do.

And we're gonna do it in style.

Those camper trailers cost, you know?

Unless...

You haven't changed your mind, have you?

No.

Forensic have got one of Aitken's fingerprints

from the murder weapon.

- Have you seen this? - Yes.

They're calling her the nightclub princess.

They've homed in on the red heart stamp on her hand.

Her boyfriend said they didn't row or anything.

She just said she was going to the...

Maybe they didn't argue.

Maybe she was fed up with him and went off.

It happens.

Aitken has gone back to the secure unit.

We wait for final confirmation that he's unfit to stand trial.

But we now have a part PM report, minus toxicology.

There were no obvious signs of sexual assault,

which makes sense with the nutter.

I think we're pretty close to wrapping this up.

I want to know how she got to the chalk pit from the club.

I presume you're checking CCTV footage?

Of course we are.

But it's not looking very hopeful.

And Sadie's underwear is missing.

She had rope burns to her wrists.

Have you found underwear? Rope?

We've had a team searching the chalk pit,

but with the rain, some of the surrounding area is flooded.

Get them some waders.

Sir? Can I? Excuse me.

Excuse me? Sir?

Hello. Good morning.

Um, which one of you is D.C.I. Hedges?

Ah. Um...

Hi. I'm Detective Inspector Van Hauten.

- I'm Hedges. - Oh.

Um, hi. I'm Detective Inspector Van Hauten

from the Amsterdam murder squad.

Um, the reason I'm here...

And I'll cut straight to the chase...

This girl, Sadie Carr.

You have a suspect arrested, yes?

Yeah.

I would like to interview him. No, no.

The reason being that it's the same as two or three

of my girls... All blond, all young,

and they have a few other things in common.

- Do you see what they are? - Not really.

They're nightclub stamps.

Each victim was murdered after last being seen at a nightclub,

just like yours.

- And she was stabbed, yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, so were mine.

Numerous times.

Here, multiple stabs, rope burns,

ankles tied, similar locations.

You're chalk pit, right?

Mine was canal, wooded area, and mine shaft.

And you don't have a murder weapon, do you?

- Oh, we did. - Oh, yeah?

Mine had also various items of underwear missing.

Two bras and panties, one, um, just a G-string.

And they all had traces of date-rape drugs.

Quite a cocktail, actually.

One of them fairly new.

Um, just came over from the U.S. to Europe.

- Detective Van Hauten. - Detective Inspector.

I doubt if my case can be connected to any of yours.

And, as yet, we don't have the full postmortem result.

But it's similar, right? I mean, that's...

That's why I would like to interview your suspect.

If I could just finish what I'm saying. Yeah?

Our suspect, my case, I doubt can be linked to yours.

The killer escaped from a mental institution

the night of the murder.

Detective Hedge, just for my own benefit,

I would still like to see him.

It's actually Detective Chief Inspector Hedges,

and I doubt if you will gain any benefit from seeing the suspect,

as he believes himself to be a fruit bat.

No.

Yeah.

Well, that's been a wasted journey.

Yes, you could say that.

But on the other hand, if he's that crazy,

how can you be so sure that it's him?

He was found cradling the dead girl in his arms.

- Ah. - And his fingerprints

are on the knife that pathology have ascertained

made the wounds to her body.

Okay, well, that's it, then.

Yes, that's it.

So you have a good journey back.

Hi. Detective Chief Inspector Michael Hedges

from the Metropolitan Police

requested I interview inmate Reginald Aitken.

I'm from the Amsterdam murder squad.

Okay.

So, he thinks he's a fruit bat?

I must say, I've never heard that one before.

Nor had I. We say that's what he thinks he is,

but who knows what goes on in his mind?

It's just the way he moves.

What, he flies?

Nope, swings.

And so, fruit bats don't have sexual urges?

No, uh, wanking?

Reginald's never shown any interest, and, no,

he doesn't take any sexual gratification.

- Jeff. - Thank you.

This is Detective Inspector Van Hauten,

working alongside the Metropolitan Police.

- Hi. - He wants to see Aitken.

Can you take him through to the gym?

- Sure. - Thanks.

This way.

Having a good time, Reggie?

He's usually more vocal when he's in here.

He likes it. But we've not heard a sound out of him today.

You all right up there, Reggie?

Your face looks a bit red.

Maybe move up. Put your head up.

Jeff, I haven't got too long.

Do you think you could get him down?

That's all he eats... Little bits all day...

and a banana at night.

He loves his banana.

Has he been like this long?

Long time. Before I got here.

Amazing what the mind can do to...

Well, whatever it does for him to exist.

He had the girl in his arms.

It was my fault. I left the gate open.

We had this agency nurse on.

Anyway, there's no excuses.

The only reason I'm not suspended

is because we're short-staffed.

Getting me the sack, aren't you, Reggie?

Can't believe he did it.

Where did he get a knife?

Who knows?

You want to get closer? Get a closer look at him?

He might let me do it.

What are you gonna do?

Reggie.

Come on, Reggie. Give me a tickle.

Black, green, black green, black green.

Black green, black green.

Stab? You stab girl?

You stab? Knife? You stab?! Knife?! Stab?!

- Stab girl? - No, don't! Don't!

- Stop! Stop! - You stab? You stab?

Don't shout at him!

Ah.

Um, hi. Could I borrow some money for a taxi?

You need your bloody head seen to.

I've just had the medical director

of the hospital on the phone.

I can have you for gaining access under false pretenses.

No, no. I only said I was there at your suggestion.

- Oh, that's all right, then. - No! I used my own I.D.

But I'm due back, and I ran out of money,

so if you could just lend me £114.75...

£114...

Does that include a tip?

No.

Commander Blake.

Uh, this is Detective Inspector Van Hauten.

Nice to meet you.

Here.

Now, look.

There's no connection between Aitken's room

and the kitchen area.

- So where did he get the knife? - Mm.

And if you look here, I mean, from the wall,

there's three different sections where he tried to climb over.

Telltale signs of his clothing.

Now, I would say, at a fast pace,

that would've taken him a good hour.

You can run a mile in less than four minutes, pal.

On bare feet?

Zola Budd?

But moving like a monkey?

I mean, being terrified of roads and traffic?

Unh-unh, no. He had to take the long way around.

Um, now, I mean, the last sighting of your victim

- was at 11:00, right? - Yeah.

Now, I mean, what was she doing at the chalk pit?

Or, better still, you should ask, how did she get there?

I mean, it's miles from the nightclub.

They didn't find him with her body until 2:00 a.m.

Yeah, but we don't know how long he's been with the body.

We don't know.

I mean, they can't tell you the exact time of death.

Now, we should talk to the boyfriend.

We?! Right now,

Detective Van Hauten...

Yes?

Ah.

Train times, flights, and the ferry service.

If you want me to book any one of them,

I'm in the incident room.

- Yeah, you're so sweet. - Right?

Don't worry. I won't charge you for this.

You know, I mean, I'll just talk to the boyfriend.

If you don't want to, that's your business.

This is my business, and this is my inquiry,

and I would like to get the hell out of my office.

Listen, if you go and talk to him,

you have a solicitor peeking over your shoulder.

I mean, if I go in there, I don't need to play by the book.

I mean, I can just go in there, question him,

and get back to Amsterdam with a clear conscience.

You're going back to Amsterdam tonight.

I'm going to make bloody sure of that.

Um, excuse me?

Could I just ask, what is your connection to the case?

I mean, did I hear right? Commander?

I'm overseeing the inquiry.

But your rank.

You could allow me to assist in this inquiry.

I'm afraid not.

D.C.I. Hedges is leading the inquiry, not me.

You know, I don't know how you Brits work it.

But, to me, it doesn't make any sense.

I mean, if my chief had a case like this,

she'd be on top of it like a pit bull.

Um, excuse me.

I'm Detective Inspector Van Hauten

from the Amsterdam murder squad.

And Detective Hedge said that you had the address

of the Carr family and the boyfriend.

- Oh, yep, yep. - Thanks.

My husband sometimes works in Amsterdam.

It's a lovely city.

Mm. I went there once, years ago.

Just the weekend.

We stayed at the Panoramic.

- Do you know it? - Ah, very nice.

I've never stayed there because, well, I am from there.

Yeah, of course.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Watch yourself.

Hi. Tony?

- Tony Leighton? - Yeah.

I'm Detective Inspector Van Hauten

from the Amsterdam murder squad.

Do you mind if I come in and ask you a few questions?

Ah, thanks.

Well, I think it's pretty clear that Aitken is responsible

for the murder of Sadie Carr.

I want a full report in front of the CPS

so the necessary procedures can be set in motion

and they can decide whether he is fit to stand trial.

Well, we know the suspect isn't going anywhere,

so now it's just down to the paperwork.

Right, that's it.

Thank you all. Good night.

Good night, gov.

See? All over, bar the paperwork.

We have entrusted our sister Sadie to God's mercy,

and now we commit her body to the ground...

earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

in sure and certain hope of the resurrection

to eternal life through our lord Jesus Christ,

who will transform our frail bodies

that they may be conformed to his glorious body,

who died, was buried, and rose again for us.

To him be glory forever.

Amen.

Amen.

Excuse me. Excuse me?

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

My son has had to be sedated.

Now, I'm gonna make an official complaint,

and if you wish to talk to him again,

you will do so with a solicitor present.

- Is that clear? - Uh...

Now, what was that all about?

Have you seen the lad? I know I haven't.

Two minutes.

Have you been to see the Leighton boy?

Oh, I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.

And I'm not making any excuses.

I went to see the boy last night,

and I had very good reason to.

I mean, somebody had to question him again

because things just didn't add up.

I warned you.

If they bring an action against us,

I'm gonna have you bloody deported!

Just hear me out, all right? Just hear me out.

I mean, the boy said that Sadie started to feel faint.

They'd been dancing.

She went to the toilet.

He said it must have been around 10:30.

And, now, right next to the toilets is an emergency exit.

He stayed inside the club for about 20 more minutes,

and then he went to the toilets to check up on her.

And he asked a...

What the hell is the matter with you?

I mean, if I were her family,

I'd bring a bloody case against you for incompetence.

Why didn't anyone check outside in the alleyway?

You do not have the right to question any witness or suspect

involved in my investigation!

- Well, somebody should! - Oh, yeah?

That's up to me to determine.

Now you get the hell out of here,

or I'm gonna report you to your superiors for interfering

in a Met murder investigation.

Interfering? Well, somebody's got to!

Because from where I stand, your fruit bat nutter didn't do it!

Oh, yeah?

And you obviously have not got a clue.

- Mike! - Gov, gov.

Mike, go back to the station.

This is neither the time or the place.

Go back now!

Have you no consideration for the girl's family?

Huh?

Your behavior is despicable.

Is it?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

You know how she died?

I mean, all your flowers and prayers,

but have you actually taken the time

to go and see where she was killed?

No.

All these people died in peace.

Yeah.

But not your goddaughter. She was 17.

And neither you nor anyone else

seems to be interested in getting to the truth.

Stop! Stop!

Somebody help me!

I mean, she must have been driven here.

Well, no one saw any other vehicles.

I really think I'm wasting my time doing this.

I don't know why I agreed to come here.

'Cause I'm very persuasive.

I mean, I might not show you anything new,

but it's good to be here to get a feel of the place.

It's important, believe me.

Did they look for tire tracks?

Well, of course they did,

but it was raining heavily, and so...

I've really had enough of this.

A van parked there could've been hidden from the road.

Did they make any molds?

And are there any aerial pictures of the crime scene?

No. I mean, they didn't find any other tracks

because that's where the police vehicles were parked up

when the search was on for Aitken.

Any money that's not in any report.

Come.

How in God's name did he get her body up there?

Well, he might be nuts, but he's strong.

And he moves like a monkey.

Let me get up there.

He was last seen up here, almost up to the roof?

Well, there's quite a view from up here.

He must have been found there with the body.

There's forensic markers and lots of blood stains.

God, that's quite a climb.

- Hey. Are you okay? - I need to get back.

Hey.

Please. Please don't.

Hey, listen, listen.

I can leave you alone for a while.

No. I, uh...

You quite rightly said I needed to see where she died,

and now that I have...

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Cry for her.

Cry for her if that's what you need.

What I need, Detective Van Hauten,

is to oversee the inquiry and to give closure to her parents.

I'm going back to the car.

Did anyone check the boyfriend's wardrobe for chalk marks?

Oh, please. Of course we did.

And his shoes. But we found nothing.

So, where is he, Van bloody Hauten?

- He's gone to buy a new T-shirt. - How lovely.

Well, I've got Tony Leighton, his father, and their solicitor

waiting for me in Interview Room One.

Could you find someone to give that a brush-down, please?

It's my best coat.

And perhaps a suede brush for these?

I think they're ruined.

Did Sadie have any other boyfriends?

No.

We'd been an item for almost nine months.

Do you sleep together?

- Yeah. - Where?

I don't understand.

Well, your place? Her place? Somewhere else?

Did you ever have sex outside?

At the chalk pit maybe?

No, never outside.

- I don't have a car. - Hm.

Uh, sometimes her bedroom, a few times mine.

We used to babysit my little sister.

These boys that helped you look for Sadie.

Any of them had sex with her?

- No. They were my friends. - Where did you drink?

He doesn't drink. He's been asked these questions.

Not by me.

So, Tony, do you drink?

- No. - What about drugs?

He doesn't take drugs!

What the hell is this?!

Why have you brought him here?

I want to know what's going on.

Are you accusing him of something?

Lab report for D.C.I. Hedges.

We did the best we could with these.

Maybe you should have it dry-cleaned?

And the shoes, well, as you can see, they're really ruined.

Thank you.

Is D.C.I. Hedges still interviewing Sadie's boyfriend?

Yes.

Would like a tea or coffee?

No, nothing, thanks.

I'm so sorry.

This must be awful for you.

Yes.

It's not that I was that close.

I mean, I know her family very well,

but...

I didn't really know Sadie.

It was Christmas gifts, birthdays.

I wasn't a good choice for a godmother.

I was closer to them when Sadie was little.

I never know how parents get through this.

To lose your child like that.

She was very sweet.

She had everything to live for.

I'm sorry.

Could you leave me alone for a moment, please?

Yeah.

Don't girls usually take their bags into the toilets?

You know, freshen up their makeup and their hair?

I told you!

She said she didn't feel well.

She felt like she was gonna faint.

So what did you do?

I stood by the table, picked up her bag.

So you left her drink on the table?

Uh

- She'd finished it. - Before that,

did you ever leave her drink on the table?

You say that she put down her drink and her bag?

- Yeah. - So her drink was left

unattended on the table?

Yeah.

When you came back to the table, how could you be sure

you were picking up the right drink?

'Cause they got different-colored straws.

She always bent hers down,

- you know, in a shape. - But she could've picked up

- someone else's? - Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Well, thank you very much, Tony, for your cooperation.

I really appreciate that.

Did you get anything from the Leighton boy?

The kid's not part of it,

but something's come out of the interview.

You know there's this problem these days

- with drinks being spiked? - Blood test on Sadie Carr.

Shows traces of GBL.

Good night, gov, ma'am.

Brian? Hang on a minute.

It has a similar effect to Rohypnol,

and it's being used in sexual assaults.

Reason they've been dragging their feet

is, it's a new one to them.

It's not readily or easily bought.

What are the symptoms?

Body overheating, sweating, sickness, fainting.

That's what the boyfriend described.

Do you think he could have given it to her?

I very much doubt it. Where would he have got it from?

I mean, it's only just come in from the States.

But somebody had it.

You've really got to get onto this, Mike.

You know, I'm going as fast as I can, Clare.

And I'm starting to feel a lot of pressure from you.

Well, I'm sorry you feel like that.

It isn't intentional.

So, her drink was spiked in the club?

Yes, well, that's what it looks like.

So, sorry, gov.

Are you telling me that Reginald Aitken

could've got access to it from the institution?

No. And I think he'd have been spotted in the club

in his pajamas.

If Reginald Aitken didn't kill Sadie Carr,

the killer's still out there.

♪ Dial up my number now ♪

♪ Weaving it through the wire ♪

♪ Switch me on ♪

♪ Turn me up ♪

♪ Don't want it Baudelaire ♪

♪ Just glitter lust ♪

♪ Switch me on ♪

♪ Turn me up ♪

♪ I want to touch you ♪

♪ You're just made for love ♪

♪ I need la-la ♪

- Who is it? - It's me,

Detective Inspector Van Hauten.

I know you got the results from the blood test.

You've got to see me.

Hey, I didn't... on my life... Go against protocol

and use D.I. Hedges' name.

But I just happened to be at the forensic lab

making some inquiries, and then I missed my plane.

What's that smell?

I've got a major favor to ask...

since I ran out of cash

and I don't know anyone in London.

Uh... could I crash here?

I beg your pardon?

Crash?

Here?

At my flat?

Well, I didn't think that guy Hedges would let me in.

There's enough for two.

If you're hungry.

Ah, fantastic.

Let me finish cooking. You go and sit next door.

I won't be long.

The killer earmarks his victim, spikes her drink,

and then waits for it to take effect.

Okay, I read the lab report.

And waits outside the club in his car, van, whatever.

But we don't have a witness.

Yeah, same here, but, you know,

I'm sure we're looking for the same guy.

And it's probably a Brit or a Dutchman.

And he probably travels back and forth from the U.K. to Holland.

- What's this rice? - Pilau.

Ah.

He must have seen him.

We have got a witness.

The fruit bat? Ah, come on, now.

He's hardly what I would call reliable.

Black, green! Black, green! Black, green! Toot, toot!

He saw him, maybe even disturbed him.

Black, green! Black, green! Black, green!

He sees Sadie?

He sees the attacker?

Could explain why his clothes are covered in blood.

"Black, green. Black, green. Black, green."

What could he be trying to say with that?

- Could be the color of the van. - What van?

That's the second time you've said that.

Uh, van, car, whatever.

Black, green could be the color.

By the state of this place, you live alone?

It's very neat and immaculate.

By the state of you, I'd say you're unmarried.

I'm in between wives at the moment.

But their husbands don't know.

Joke.

Uh, Commander Blake?

John.

No, it's not too late.

I would've called you earlier.

No, no more news.

Of course I understand how you must feel.

You try and sleep, yeah?

Okay.

Yes. Yes.

Bye.

That was Sadie's father.

I guessed so.

We used to be very close.

Well, his wife more than him.

He's a Falklands veteran.

Lived for the army.

But when he came back, whatever had happened to him

really changed him.

He was very difficult.

I lost contact with him.

Now it seems I'm the only thing he's got to hold on to.

So, um,

are you gonna let me stay here? Or not?

Bathroom's on the right, second door.

The spare bedroom's next to the bathroom.

Morning, sweetheart.

Listen, I'm going straight back out again.

Just want to check on some gear.

Can't leave it to Barry,

seeing as these lights cost an arm and a leg.

How is he?

Dumb as ever.

Nah, he's learning.

Getting better.

So he should be. You spend enough time with him.

He's my nephew, Helen.

Geez. Are you jealous or something?

He depends on me.

He's been dependent on me since he was 11 years old.

He does have a mother.

She's a junkie!

His sister's as screwed up. I'm all Barry has.

And I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Right?

So, how's work?

Oh, they had that poor girl's funeral.

You know, the commander's goddaughter.

Yeah?

Florist made us up a lovely wreath.

Such a tragedy.

She was only 17.

They had her boyfriend back in for more questioning, as well.

How come? I thought they got the killer.

Well, they do.

It's that D.C.I. they've brought in,

checking and double-checking.

He's an odd man.

Quite brusque.

Well, rude, really.

- Shall I do your washing? - I'll do that when I get back.

Won't be late.

♪ Switch me on ♪

♪ Turn me up ♪

♪ Don't want it Baudelaire ♪

♪ Just glitter lust ♪

♪ Switch me on ♪

Aah! I said, "Stop it"!

Get off of me!

Help me! Somebody help!

Please! Somebody help me!

- Get off me! - Black, green!

Black, green! Black, green! Black, green! Black, green!

Black, green! Black, green! Toot, toot! Toot, toot!

Black, green! Black, green! Black, green! Toot, toot!

Black, green! Black, green!

There he is.

Apparently he hangs upside down

until the blood rushes to his head.

Reggie?

You want to come down, get something to eat?

There you go.

Reggie? Will you look at some photographs?

Sorry, Doc.

I told you I didn't hold out much hope.

Black, green! Black, green! Black, green! Black, green!

Toot, toot! Toot, toot! Toot, toot!

Black, green! Black, green!

Could be a car.

A green car with a black hood.

Toot, toot. Car?

This is a waste of time.

Isn't there some sort of treatment you could give him

to help him to talk?

I mean, what about hypnosis?

There is a new drug I've been considering for Reginald,

but our priorities are very different, Commander Blake.

Mine are the best interests of my patient.

Well, seeing as he hasn't said anything coherent

for many years, perhaps it's worth a try, Dr. Millet.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

You want to help the poor girl, yes?

You saw a man hurting her? Huh?

Black, green! Black, green! Black, green! Black, green!

Black, green! Black, green!

And so, with the toxicology report

showing traces of date-rape drugs,

we're not accepting that Reginald Aitken

killed Sadie Carr.

Which means we are back to square one.

Now, somebody in or around that club

must've seen something that night.

We also think that whoever took Sadie

was driving maybe a black-and-green vehicle.

It's maybe a soft-top.

Now, we have three victims

who were killed in similar circumstances.

Um, different clubs, different countries.

They also all had traces of various date-rape drugs

in their bloodstream, just like Sadie.

So we have four nightclub princesses, four victims.

Have you got that information I asked for

- about date-rape drugs? - Yes.

We're also checking through all possession and dealing cases

- involving nightclubs. - Thank you.

Everything you get, put it on the desk in my office.

If we have a serial killer, he's very adept,

and he must have means to pinpoint his victim.

So he has access to the nightclubs.

He probably either works there as a barman

or a bouncer or a cleaner, and he's gonna kill again.

Either here or in Amsterdam.

- That's it. Thanks. - This is from Belsize Park.

There's a girl who walked in there with her mother,

reckons she's been slipped a date-rape drug.

The lab report just back confirms traces of GBL.

Get them over here.

Can you tell me what you can remember, Charlotte?

Well, I was making my way back to the dance floor.

♪ Coils up and 'round me ♪

♪ Teasing your poetry ♪

♪ Switch me on ♪

♪ Turn me up ♪

I started to feel limp and really dizzy.

And I thought I was gonna be sick.

♪ I need ooh-la-la, la-la-la ♪

♪ I need la-la, la-la, la ♪

♪ I need... ♪

Was this after you'd been drinking?

Yes.

But just lemonade.

Did you see anyone close to you?

Anyone suspicious?

No.

No one.

So you were on your own?

Well, everyone was around me,

but I felt as if I was going to faint.

And then...

Oh.

I don't know if it was just in my imagination.

I still don't.

Just talk me through everything that you felt happening to you.

It felt as if someone was pushing me.

♪ I need ooh-la-la, la-la-la ♪

I can't explain it, but... someone was there.

♪ ...la-la, la-la ♪

The next thing, Mark got me out.

I can't remember anything else.

♪ ...la, la-la-la ♪

When I got home, I still felt really ill,

so Mum took me to hospital.

- Ah. - Anything from the boyfriend?

No, he thought it was something Charlotte ate,

but the girl's mother is a nurse

and knew it was maybe something serious,

so they did a drugs test.

Yeah, I know.

Did he see anything?

He did say he heard an engine revving up

and then just some kind of vehicle moving off fast.

He didn't see it, just heard it.

- Terrific. - Yeah.

Maybe she was an intended victim,

and the boyfriend's presence put the guy off.

Well, it might be connected.

Might not.

Uh, Mike, we need to get a press release out tonight.

- Yeah. I'll... I'll do that now. - Okay.

I felt I owed you dinner.

I got lamb chops.

Have you found somewhere to stay?

Um, no.

I thought that... I mean, if you don't mind...

If you don't have any previous engagements,

I could cook at your place?

Clare? Is it permissible for me to call you Clare?

Yes, yeah.

Um, I presume you have a Christian name, as well?

Um, yeah, that's correct.

So, what is it?

It's actually Count Eric Van Hauten.

Count Eric Van Hauten.

Yeah, I prefer Detective Inspector.

This is the first time I've seen you laugh.

Did you take a jacket of mine out of the wardrobe?

Who do you think took it? The tooth fairy?

Where is it?

Dry cleaners. It was stained.

What had you spilt on it?

- I was gonna wear it. - But it was torn.

I tried to mend it. What had you been doing in it?

Uh, Barry was wearing it.

I'm gonna give him a slap.

You got the ticket?

I'll pick it up for you later in the week.

Just give me the ticket.

I'll get Barry to pay for the cleaning. Have you got it?

Carl, for heaven's sakes.

It's in my handbag.

What time are you leaving?

Uh, not till tomorrow morning.

If that stupid sod turns up. Where's your bag?!

On the sofa.

Will you be in for dinner?

I'm gonna make shepherd's pie, put some of it in the freezer.

Can't find it.

It'd be in the back of my purse. Look, leave it.

I'll pick it up for you.

I don't know why you're bothering about it so much.

Got it.

I'll pick it up on the way to Barry's.

Do you want anything bringing back?

No. Just you in a better mood.

I'll see you later.

Mm. Love you.

Oi! Oi!

You did that deliberately.

I didn't! It was an accident.

- No, it wasn't. - It was!

What did you do that for?

Huh?!

- Don't, don't. - Huh?

Get off! Get off!

I'm not making threats, but I'm still pissed off with you!

Yeah? Pissed off with me?

Stop it. Stop it.

- Stop it. - What's the matter with you?

Acting like a little scared, pussy-whipped poofter!

You caught me right in the eye then!

- You all right? - It hurts!

It's burning.

- Let go of me! - Shh, shh!

Come here, come here, come here. Let me see.

- Barry, Barry, look at me. - It's my new contact lens.

Look at me, look at me.

- It hurts. It really hurts. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Ah, Mr. Bad Man's sorry.

He'll make it up to Little Helper, yeah? I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have done it, Carl.

- That's what's bugging me. - I know!

You went off to see your sister, didn't you?

I didn't want you to go, but you went, and I was bored, wasn't I?

It's not gonna happen again, right?

Together from now on, you and me, Barry.

Partners. Yeah? Partners.

We've got to look out for each other, Carl.

That's the rules.

You shouldn't have broken the rules.

But it's all right. They've got that crazy.

Helen said he thinks he's a fruit bat.

He done it.

Oi!

- Oi, no! No! - Get back!

- No, let me out! - Yeah!

Whoo!

You like garlic?

Yeah.

Also, I've got a bottle of Chablis in the freezer.

I thought I'd try it.

Got to be chilled otherwise.

You know, I can't stop thinking about it.

I mean, there are hundreds of people in one place,

- and not of them saw them. - When was this?

I mean, that's really weird.

Right.

We've got another victim.

What?

Yeah, found in a disused pumping station

this morning out at Welling.

Shit!

Oh, my God! Do something.

- Do you have a towel? - Yes, there.

- You got it? - Yeah!

Well, don't cover me with it.

- Aw. - You've bloody ruined that pan!

No, no, no, no.

Just leave it over there,

- and I'll clean it up later. - Oh, calm down.

- No, I am calm! Leave it. - Hey, hey. Relax, relax.

- Just leave it. - I mean the murders.

Those murders might not even be connected.

She has a nightclub stamp on her hand.

The killer isn't in Amsterdam. He's here.

Hey, come, come.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm trying to comfort you.

- I'm putting my arms around... - I don't need your comfort.

Look, I don't need it.

I'm sorry. I forgot. You're the commander.

Come on. Let's go to the murder scene.

That's not my job.

I'm only hands-on with Sadie Carr's murder because...

I know. She's your goddaughter.

You said that a million times.

But my victims, they have families, too,

and that's why I came over here... to find the killer.

You said you came to London because of Sadie's murder,

but you were already here, weren't you?

I'm right, aren't I?

From the word go, you said

that Aitken couldn't be the killer,

so what the hell do you know?

I've never seen anything as bad as this in my life.

Who called you in?

Uh, the D.I. from Welling.

He'd heard about ours, and there are similarities.

This girl's got no pants or bra.

Looks as if she's been raped and strangled and tortured.

There are cuts and burns.

He's obviously getting sicker and sicker, if that's possible.

Oh, and there is a nightclub stamp on her left hand.

Can I see the victim?

You go right ahead.

Any particular reason you brought the bigmouthed bastard

with you?

He's holding something back from us.

He's been lying.

He's got evidence from Amsterdam,

and he was here before Sadie Carr was murdered.

It's not that true that death takes away the expression.

Seen it too many times.

Ah, this guy is a monster.

I never saw Sadie Carr's body. Was she tortured?

I mean, apart from the multiple stabs?

No. There were no other injuries.

Did she have, like, rope marks or anything?

No. Nor handcuffs.

- What are you doing? - Detective Inspector Van Hauten,

I think that you are withholding information

which could help my investigation.

And unless you tell me what you know,

I'm gonna have you escorted to the airport.

Gov? What's going on?

- Is he a suspect? - No.

He's just an obstructive pain in the ass

who is right up the commander's.

But now she reckons that he's been holding out on us.

She'd been punched so hard that the back of her heart

was bruised by her spinal column.

You're looking for a sadistic madman.

Van Hauten says that he has been staying at your flat.

Yes, he has been staying at my flat.

Does he hurt you often?

That's different.

- Please don't. Don't. - What were you doing?

Wait a second.

You let this woman walk out of here?

- She insisted. - By "him," you mean her husband?

If what we're doing gets out,

we will really be in the shit.

They've tried a new drug.

It's out of order to get that nutter

to attempt an I.D. like this.

If there's a backlash...

let Van Hauten take the bullet.

I have reconsidered your position

as commander of the murder review team,

and someone else has been earmarked to take over from you.