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The victim is Commander
Blake's goddaughter.

I'm told they have a suspect.

An escaped mental patient.

He's killed before,
for Chrissakes.

It was his mother.

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

I'm Detective
Inspector Van Hauten

from the Amsterdam murder squad.

This girl, Sadie Carr.

You have a suspect
arrested, yes?

- Yeah.
- It's the same

as two or three of my girls.

We've got another victim.

- What?
- The killer isn't in Amsterdam.

- He's here.
- You are starting

to drive me nuts. You know that?

"Where are you
going? You going out?"

- If he is seeing someone else...
- Yeah, but I'm not sure.

Well, get devious.
Check his wallet.

You shouldn't have
broken the rules.

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

Helen says he
thinks he's a fruit bat.

From the word go, you said

that Aitken
couldn't be the killer,

so what the hell do you know?

Detective Inspector Van Hauten,

I think that you are
withholding information

which could help
my investigation.

So, how long are you
gonna keep this charade up?

Eh?

Well, I've got all night.

Okay, we've got a van on CCTV.

No license plate. Just a GB
sticker and some kind of logo.

I mean, that's why I'm
here... To trace the van

and then track it on
its way to Amsterdam.

We don't know what color it is
because it's in black and white.

Could be green, could be blue.

You see? That's the logo.

Could be a camera
or something. That's it.

Start checking out
what you can on these.

No, it's a waste of
time. I already did.

I have a friend in transport.

He did a quick check on the PNC.

And I went to Companies House.

Tried to match the logos
online. Nothing so far.

You should've told us this
as soon as you got here,

and you bloody know it!

And you've got a witness,
and you bloody don't know it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Your fruit bat. He must
have seen the killer.

Disturbed him.

And that's why Sadie
Carr was not tortured.

We've got to get him to talk.

Come on, Doc. You know
what we're waiting for.

She's been dead
10 days, I'd say.

Maybe longer.

And don't quote me,

but you're looking
for a sadistic madman.

Yes, you're gonna
need a stiff drink

after hearing what happened
to this poor little soul.

Okay, the reason the
stench was so pungent

when you found her
was her open wounds.

Her body had festered
in its own juices.

The abdominal wall is slack
and compressed normally,

and when something hits it,

it'll transmit the force
to the abdominal viscera.

So with the force of the blows,

the hollow organs like the
stomach and the intestines

have burst.

The spleen is lacerated.

The liver is damaged.

I've never in my entire career

seen this much
blunt force trauma.

She'd been punched
so hard in her chest

that the back of her heart was
bruised by her spinal column.

She was not killed at the
site. No defense wounds.

So I hope tests will prove
that she was drugged.

She'd been strung up somewhere
and used like a punch bag.

Oh, two deep bands of
bruising around each wrist,

which means a ligature or
cord was wrapped twice around.

She'd been hung up,
let's say, in this fashion.

Nobody saw anything.

You know, we talked
to 1,256 people,

and we have no witnesses.

No DNA, no traces, no nothing.

And that's why your
fruit bat's so important.

Postmortem report,
not complete yet.

Dr. Flaxen says we're
looking for a madman.

When you read that,
you'll understand why.

Well, we've got a
madman, Reginald Aitken,

but as this last victim was
killed before Sadie Carr,

unless he makes frequent
escapes, he's not our man.

Dear God.

Yeah.

You'd better
take a look at this.

Has she been identified?

Could we have a word
in my office, ma'am?

I don't mean to be rude, but
since when does a commander

spend this much time
in an incident room?

Oh, you're right, but as
this is now cross-referencing

- with Amsterdam...
- The case or you?

I'm sorry?

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

That really is none of
your business, Mike,

but since you ask, yes, he
has been staying at my flat.

Hmm.

In my spare room.

He has no money, and
he has nowhere to stay.

And now I must see the D.A.C.

because this is turning
into a hunt for a serial killer.

And if the killer
turns out to be Dutch?

Our victims are English.

There's no way I'm handing
this inquiry over to Amsterdam.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Van Hauten is a
loose cannon, Clare.

This could blow up in our faces.

Gov, we've had a call
from Welling station.

A woman just got
back from her holiday

and found her daughter
missing, and it could be our girl.

She fits the description.

Aged 17.

I want to be wrong.

I don't want it to be true.

I've got his
credit-card receipts.

Is this about your husband?

He said he was
saving for a camper van

for us to go on holiday,

but he's been spending
so much money.

And the dates.

I mean, he was there.

I mean, it could
just be coincidence.

But I didn't know what to do.

Unless he's got some woman there

and he's been paying for...

I'm having trouble
following what you're saying.

It's Carl.

He goes to
Amsterdam all the time,

and you can see
from these receipts...

The petrol and the ferry.

What job does your
husband do, Helen?

Um, he used to have
an electrical business,

but it went bankrupt,

so now he just
does freelance work.

Doing what?

Uh, he does lights, you know,
for clubs and parties and that.

To be honest, I don't
know what else he does.

Hi.

Have you the time, please?

Thank you.

Hey, hey! You, you!

What are you doing?
Hey! You wanker.

It's all right. I'm a Dutch
policeman. Hey! Come on!

Stop it! I'm a Dutch police!

Yeah. It's 25
quid to get in here.

His job is supplying rigging

and maintaining
lights for nightclubs.

She made copies of his travel
dates and credit-card purchases,

and some of them coincide
with the Amsterdam murders.

And she's brought
in some receipts.

Good.

Well, let me go and
talk to her. Where is she?

She's not here.

She was very upset and
insisted she wanted to go home.

Well, if her
husband is the killer,

then she's gonna
be even more upset.

I tried to stop her,
but she wouldn't listen.

I did tell her not to mention
that she'd said anything to me.

- Right.
- Don't want her telling him

that she voiced her suspicions,
and she promised she wouldn't.

Truthfully, gov, she thinks
he's got this other woman

in Amsterdam.

Helen?

What are you doing home?

Well, I had one of my headaches,
so they said I could come home.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Yes, you are.

What have you got?

Nothing.

What's this for?

I-I was just putting some stuff
away that I don't wear anymore.

Maybe send it to the Oxfam shop?

Yeah?

You're lying.

I'm not, Carl. I'll...

I'll get you some lunch. Hmm?

Ow!

What was that for?!

I want to know what
the hell you were doing

going through my
business papers.

Oh, I haven't, I haven't.

Yeah.

What were you doing?

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

Don't. Carl, Carl, don't.

What were you doing?

I thought you were
having an affair

with some woman in Amsterdam.

I was just looking
for something else.

You were looking for something
else? And what did you find?

- Nothing. Just... Just...
- Just?

Just some receipts
for petrol and things.

Where are they now?
Where are they now?

Ah.

- Clare. Clare!
- Where have you been?

D.C.I. Hedges has been
looking for you all morning.

What happened to your face?

Oh, I had a run-in
with a bouncer in Soho.

Black light, the light that
shows up white and yellow.

You'll never believe what I saw.

There were these girls with...

Well, never mind. The
killer dresses in total black.

He slips something
in a girl's drink.

And then he waits outside.

And there is no connection
between him waiting outside

and him being inside.

No witnesses.

It's... Are you hearing me?

I mean, we should check every
club the girls were last seen at

to see if they use black light.

We have a suspect.

Husband of one of our civilian
staff here at Crystal Palace.

And... And does he travel
to Amsterdam regularly?

And he works in nightclubs?

Have they arrested
him? Can I talk to him?

Hang on. All
we've got so far is...

Listen, just give me
10 minutes with him.

No. You need to find
out whether he's worked

- in the Amsterdam clubs.
- No, but why waste time?

I mean, he could
be killing again.

He'll have tough time.
He's here at the station.

Mike, can you update us, please?

The woman's name
is Helen Dirkwood.

- Is that right?
- Yeah. Paula.

Helen went home.

I told her not to say anything

and that if she wanted
someone with her...

But she said that she was...

Well, she seemed calm.

You know, after she'd
told me everything.

But then she got so frightened

that she told him
she'd been to see us.

Wait a second. You let
this woman walk out of here?

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

Yes. He's now
dragged her in here

and wants to sort things out.

- And where is she?
- Interview Room One.

I'm on my way to see her now.

I understand your husband's
been in Amsterdam lately.

Yes. A number of times.

And you know exactly when?

I thought he was
seeing someone else

because of this jacket I found.

It was black and green plaid,
and I've not seen it before.

Sorry. What did you say?

Black-and-green
plaid donkey jacket.

He said it wasn't his, that it
belonged to his nephew Barry.

Well, that's what
started me worrying.

Gov, Mr. Dirkwood says he's
not gonna wait much longer.

Well, tell him I'll be with
him as soon as I can.

So, Helen, where
is this jacket now?

I don't know.

He took the ticket from me.

Sorry. What ticket?

The dry-cleaning ticket.

Maybe he gave it back to Barry.

I mean, he said it was
his. They work together.

Um, I'm all confused
now about what I...

It's all right. Don't
worry. Take your time.

Would you like some water?

What vehicle does
your husband drive?

A... A transit van.

A blue transit van.

I'm... I'm not sure
of the exact make.

- I'm sorry.
- There you go.

This shouldn't take too long.
Just a quick word with my boss.

Gov, this is...

I'm Barry. I work with Carl.

I've come to pick him
up. We've got a job on.

Barry?

And your last name is?

Simkins.

And you are?

D.C.I. Hedges. And
this is D.I. Van Hauten.

He is a colleague from Europe.

Oh, yeah. Can I see Carl now?

Not just now. Did you
drive here in your van?

- Yeah.
- Well, as it's here,

do you mind if we check it out?

No, not at all. Help yourself.

Thank you.

It's very useful
that you're here.

You'll be able to help
us with our inquiry.

Take Mr. Simkins
to an interview room.

Walk this way.

What?

Well, thank you for coming
in to help our inquiries.

My wife's in a real state.

I'm just here to sort this out.

Yes.

Well, what we need from you...

You travel back and forth
to Amsterdam, correct?

Yeah, I do. Is Helen all right?

It's just, she's been
acting kind of strange lately.

Her menopause.

- I don't know.
- Hm.

If you want, you can
have a solicitor present.

Why?

I've not done anything.

I mean, what's
she said about me?

Can you tell me if you were
in Amsterdam on these dates?

Um, yes.

Yes.

I can't remember this
one, and I'm not sure.

Look, I go back and forth a lot.

And your business is?

I'm a light jockey.

I install lights at
gigs and clubs.

Sometimes we design
our own rigs, you know?

Take them in and out
at the end of the night.

Were you in England

- on November the 3rd?
- Yeah, yeah, I was.

Could you tell me
what you were doing?

Uh, 3rd.

Yeah. I'd just got back,

and me and Barry...
He's my partner...

Went for a drink.

Well, a few drinks, actually.

Got back about 11:00-ish.

Helen screaming at me.

Barry, he spent the
night on the couch

'cause he was too
paralytic to drive.

Look, let's not waste any time.

I know what this is about.

That girl.

Sadie Carr?

I don't know what her name
was. Just that she got bumped off.

Helen told me about the case,

and that was the night that
I was with Barry all night.

So if that's what you're
questioning me about,

you're wasting your
breath. I mean, Helen's...

Do you own a
green-and-black plaid jacket?

No, no, I don't.

Do you own a
green-and-black plaid jacket?

Yeah.

I've got a red-and-black
one, as well.

Do you ever lend these
jackets to, say, Carl?

He's bigger than me.

So you're saying that you don't?

Well...

If it's in the back of
the van and it's raining...

yeah.

Were you wearing that
green-and-black plaid jacket

on the night of
November the 3rd?

Nah. I tore it on
one of the rigs.

So I was wearing,
um, a raincoat, I think.

Why do you want to know
about my gear anyway?

When you travel to
Amsterdam, where do you stay?

Sometimes we kip in the van.

Sometimes we book into a B&B.

Sometimes truckers' hotels.

You and Carl work in
Amsterdam, don't you?

Yeah!

What I told you!

In clubs. We do the lights.

It's... Well, we're cheaper,
you know, even with the travel.

- What kind of lights?
- All sorts.

Normal spots, strobe
lights, black lights,

fiber optics, pyrotechnic kits.

We do lasers
sometimes, if we're lucky.

Black light? How
can light be black?

Oh.

Well, it's UV light.

You see, if a girl is
wearing a white bra,

you can see it
through their clothes.

It's great.

How long have
you worked for Carl?

Well, he's been paying
my wages for 18 months.

And how long have you known him?

All my life.

My mother got pregnant
by Carl's brother.

He legged it, went to Australia.

I've never seen him.

Carl took over
when I was about 11.

And you've listed all the clubs

that you and Mr. Dirkwood
have worked at?

Well, they're all the
ones that I can remember.

It's dyslexia.

Look, I can't remember the words

when I put them
down, and numbers.

I can't even remember
my own phone number.

It drives Carl crazy.

They say that
Amsterdam is a violent city.

Did you notice that?

No. Good beer, though.

Nice girls?

Great girls. Yeah.

Do you know any of these girls?

No.

Can I go now?

Yeah. Thank you
for your assistance.

And that's it?

For now, it has to be.

But you have receipts.
They were in Amsterdam.

I recognized the goddamn
logo on that van, for Chrissakes.

And you're gonna let
them walk out of here?

I mean, the pair
of them are guilty.

The pair of them are
backing each other up.

We don't have
evidence to arrest them.

Nothing. It's been
steam-cleaned.

Scrubbed and polished.

New rubber mats, both
driver's side and passenger.

New carpet in the rear.

Forensics run a luminol check

on what they thought would
be blood. Turns out to be bleach.

According to a
neighbor, the pair of them

spent hours cleaning it up.

Tell forensic to
pull the thing apart.

And I want them both
under surveillance.

They make a move, I
want to know about it.

We search skips and rubbish
bins near their properties.

We've got to find
that old carpet.

Anything.

And we get warrants
to search their places.

Oh, yeah, let's
wait for warrants!

Why?!

'Cause that's the
way we do things here.

Look, Clare, I'm
going as fast as I can,

but I need you just to
ease off me a bit, mm?

And I want that
Dutch guy off my back.

He can't sit still.
He's driving me nuts.

Both the clubs where
our victims were last seen

use this black light.

I'm waiting to see whether
they use it in Amsterdam.

Black light, yeah. Yeah, I know.

Oh, God.

He's bloody everywhere.

It's the pair of them.

I mean, they're
in this together.

I mean, it's obvious.

Yes, we don't have
enough evidence

to arrest either one of them.

They were both in Amsterdam

the time my victims
were murdered.

Working at two of the clubs

where both of my
victims were last seen.

Yes, I know.

But, look, we call
it quits for tonight.

I've got to get some sleep.

We'll start again first
thing in the morning.

I mean, we would have
ram-raided their places.

Good night.

Thanks for the slice.

I've got to go, too. Good night.

Um...

Caught me.

What can I say?

Come on. Let's get
this place cleaned up.

Have you eaten anything?

What's the point?

It was my fault. I shouldn't
have let her go to that club.

Christ.

If I hadn't let her go,
she'd never have...

Bastard!

Don't use her, John. Come on.

Let's clear up.

Why don't you take a shower?

You will get through this.

Will I?

Won't bring her
back, though, will it?

I keep looking at photographs
of when she was born.

Tiny little girl, then
a toddler, and then...

Remember this?

It was her 5th birthday.

You helped her blow
out her candles...

The trick one that
wouldn't blow out.

I was never much use to
her, never a good father.

But then you haven't been
much of a godmother, have you?

I put it down to the
divorce, but Mary says

you never kept in
touch with her either.

I loved her.

She was the only
decent thing in my life.

Then get yourself
back together for her.

It's cops. I know it.

I can smell 'em.

It's that stupid
bitch of a wife, Carl.

She's really put us in it.

"It's the cops. I
can smell 'em."

You scared?

Are you scared?

Huh? Are you scared?

Don't you trust me?

Huh?

Just relax.

I'll take care of Helen.
She doesn't know anything.

Right?

I mean, why'd you
keep the receipts?

Do you call that clever?

I pay taxes, shithead.

I need expenses, prick face.

And you...

you're starting to annoy me.

Yeah.

Ooooh.

Yeah.

- "It's the cops"!
- Get off.

Get off. Get off of me.

- "Get off of me."
- Carl, stop it.

"I can smell them"!

They haven't got
us, have they, Carl?

No.

Not a chance in hell.

Oh. Yeah. Yeah, this is it.

I mean, not exactly,
but near enough.

Right.

Thank you, Helen.

You sure you're okay?

You know, we can
put you in a safe house.

No. No, I'm fine.

I stayed with my
sister last night.

I have a spare room.
You could stay with me.

No, but thank you.

I still feel terrible about
even bringing this up

because I'm sure
Carl couldn't...

We're just checking
everything out, Helen.

But, I mean, if... If he
was involved, then...

well, you would've
arrested him, wouldn't you?

But they've let him go,

so he didn't do
anything wrong, did he?

I love him, Pamela.

I-I love him.

Boss?

I checked with the dry cleaners.

A green-and-black donkey jacket

was taken in by Mrs.
Dirkwood four days ago,

collected by the
husband two days later.

Anything from
forensic on the van?

No, not as yet.

Commander not with you?

No.

Still staying at her flat?

No.

I'm staying in a bed-and-
breakfast across the road.

- Oh.
- So I can be closer to, um...

you.

Ah. Oh, well. Are we going
to see Reggie, are we?

I'm sorry we've got
to put him through this.

- Yeah.
- If it helps.

Uh, Reginald?

Reginald, we want you to,
um, look at something for us.

You remember black
and green, yeah?

Black and green?
Was it like this?

Or how about that?

No?

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

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

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

Black, green! Black, green!

- Black, green! Black, green!
- Okay, so you were right.

The commander is still hoping

that we'll be able to
use him as a witness.

I can just see him, swinging
around in the Old Bailey.

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

Detective Inspector
Van Hauten is here.

Oh, that's all right. He
can come straight in.

Wow. Spacious.

I've only got a minute. I've
got a meeting with the D.A.C.

Oh, no. I won't take long.

I just came back from
the institution with Hedges,

and we need to get
Reginald Aitken on medication.

Because I'm right...
He is a witness.

I mean, you should've seen
how he reacted to that plaid.

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

Well, let's hope
Dr. Millet can square it

with his ethical conscience.

I'll have another word with him.

The D.A.C. has a meeting

and would really like
to see you before it.

All right, all right.

Will you wait for me?

Mm-hmm.

In the light of
our last meeting,

your approach to the Sadie
Carr case beggars belief.

Your job is to oversee
murder investigations.

Not to focus on
one ongoing case.

Sir, I apologize for
not getting back to you.

But even though I have
a personal involvement

in this case, we
now have two victims.

You consistently fail to
grasp the point I am making.

I'm beginning to believe
it would've been better

had you remained
a superintendent

and not taken promotion.

I'm telling you
now, and formally,

I have reconsidered
your position

as commander of the
murder review team.

Someone else has been
earmarked to take over from you,

so you must make up your
mind about what career moves

you wish to be
considered for you now.

The choice is yours.

What choices?

I leave the murder review
team, and then what?

Commander homicide is retiring.

Do I consider you for the post?

Do I need to apply?

I'm afraid the Dutch police

have now become
involved with this case.

And I'm very concerned
that their investigation

will be detrimental to ours.

The Amsterdam murder
squad have sent over

a Detective
Inspector Van Hauten.

He has three victims
who've been killed

in similar
circumstances to ours.

We now have two suspects.

And there must be no possibility

that they can be
extradited to Amsterdam

before we have made
formal charges here.

Why am I only hearing this now?

- You need a security code.
- Oh.

- Just leave it.
- Okay.

I'll do them for you.

Commander Blake's office.

One moment, please.

It's for you. A captain.

Oh, I'll take it in here.

Could you do this now?

Thanks.

Hello?

Yeah.

Barry Simkins and Carl Dirkwood.

Okay.

Okay. Daag.

Excuse me. That's my desk.

Oh, I'm sorry. I was just
on the phone to my boss,

and she was getting very edgy.

She's not the only one.

The wharf club where
Georgina Ellerton went

hired Carl Dirkwood
to do their lights.

He has a contract to check
all the electrics once a month.

What about the club that
Sadie Carr disappeared from?

- Club Click?
- Yeah.

The manager has another
company that does their lights.

But they have all the same
type of lighting equipment

used by Carl Dirkwood.

Have we had the toxicology
report in from, um...

- Georgina Ellerton. Not yet.
- Yeah.

Helen Dirkwood just rang, gov.

She's had some calls
from her husband.

He knows where she is,
and she doesn't want to go

to a safe house, but
if it's okay with you,

she can stay with me.
I've got a spare room.

Good. Yeah, you
talk to her, Pat.

See if there's anything
she's holding back.

Okay, sir. And it's Pamela.

- We've got the warrants.
- Yeah?

Let's get over
to the wharf club.

- Where's the Flying Dutchman?
- He's already over there.

What?

With Commander Blake.

You know, we get
200 clubbers here.

Some nights more, some less.

But I can't honestly
remember this girl.

Mind you, as I work the
bar and do a shift deejaying,

I don't get much
time to talk to anyone.

What about doormen?

Yeah, we have four.
They work alternate nights.

Yo! Yo!

What are you doing up there?

How often do you
use these black lights?

Most nights, but the bulbs
go fast, so not all night.

Usually when it gets late.

Adds to the atmosphere.

Carl Dirkwood.

He does all your
lighting? All your electrics?

Yeah, he's our lights jockey.

Nice bloke with his partner.

They've been with us for
about six, seven months now.

They set up in the afternoon
after we've cleared up.

When you're deejaying,

you must get a very
good view of the dancers.

Sure, but, you know,
spinning the decks and that,

like I said, the
place is buzzin'.

And it's all about the tunes.
You know what I mean?

Gentlemen, this is black light!

Do you see me now?!

Yes! I see you!

Twat.

I've just had the lab on.

The latest victim had traces of
GBL in her blood, same as Sadie.

I need to talk to
you, Mike. Matt?!

Can you turn the
music down, please?!

Thanks.

Yeah, I've just been hauled
over the coals by the D.A.C.

for being too hands-on.

Well, I never made a complaint.

But I'll tell you who
might have done, yeah.

Your Dutch pal.

I've just had his
boss on the phone

carrying on like a
screaming banshee.

I wouldn't be surprised if
she contacted the D.A.C.

- Nothing to do with me.
- Oh, well...

Well, that's good to know, Mike.

Oh, the D.A.C.'s right behind me

now that I've briefed him
on the European connection.

Good.

So, why don't, well, I and
you thank Van Hauten?

Oh, why don't you thank me now?

Lights!

Well...

You didn't know I was
this close, did you?

Do you understand
it now? No witness.

And my boss isn't a
screaming banshee.

She's a very attractive,
very sexy woman.

And she's missing you.

Now, but all the victims
had traces of drugs.

You know, I could
walk around this place

and slip anything
in any girl's drink,

and she wouldn't notice it.

Check your coffee.

Beware of the shadow man.

I'll just check the eyes for
signs of petechial hemorrhages.

Then you can get on
with cutting the head open.

Hmm.

An abundance of
burst blood vessels

from the force of
the punch to the eye.

Ooh, there's something in here.

Right at the back of the eye.

Can you pass me forceps, please?

Under the tissue.

A contact lens.

It was forced deep
into her eye socket

by the impact of the blow.

Afternoon, Barry.

My colleague
here's got a warrant,

and we're gonna take a
little look around, all right?

Stone me.

Very nice, Barry.

Maid's day off, is it?

Keep your hands off my mags.

Right, let's get
started, shall we?

His heart's steady.

Strong pulse.

Good result so far,
so let's up the dosage.

He'll have to be
monitored around the clock.

Every 15 minutes.

Ms. Aitken,
Reginald's on his way.

Would like to see him?

No, no.

I came here to meet
Commander Blake.

He's been told you're here.

Oh, no.

No, he doesn't know me.

He wouldn't remember me.

Oh, please.

I find it all so distressing.

Noises he makes.

Please, Ms. Aitken...

I'm most grateful to you
for coming here today.

But I need to find
out whether Reginald

can help with
the identification.

If he knows who you are

and, in some way, can
communicate with you.

No.

No, I do not want to see him.

It would be most
helpful to us if you could.

Oh, do whatever you
have to do, but, please...

Reginald murdered
my sister-in-law.

My brother committed suicide.

I couldn't bear to see him.

If you'd like to come
with me, Ms. Aitken.

If we could just have
seen how he reacted to her.

We can't get him
to the police station

unless the drugs they're
giving him have started to...

Well, he's upright.

Almost.

Hey.

Reggie.

Do you remember me?

I came to visit you at
the gym. Remember?

Come. Come sit down.

Come on.

It's okay, it's okay, it's
okay. It's okay, Reggie.

It's okay. I'll help you back.

Has he talked yet?

I mean, can he talk?

We need him to
look at our suspects.

I'm well aware of what
you want from him,

but he's been in a
dark world for 18 years.

He'll talk when he
has something to say.

Like Einstein.

I'm sorry if I sound uncaring,

but we are trying
to find a serial killer.

Like that?

Do you want to do a trade?

Yes...

please.

The extent of the visceral
wounds on your last victim

indicate a very
heavy blood loss.

She has such injuries,
it would be very hard

for anyone inflicting them

not to have skin, tissue,
blood all over them.

They would have been very
close to inflict those wounds.

We have no traces
of blood or semen

on any of the
clothing or the shoes.

It's the same for your other
suspect, Carl Dirkwood.

Has the contact
lens found embedded

in Georgina Ellerton's
eye socket come over yet?

This morning. You
wanted it tested for DNA?

As soon as possible, please.

The victim's mother told us
her daughter had perfect vision,

- so it's not hers.
- Fine.

Nothing at all on any of the
clothes that we brought in?

No.

Right, well, we keep looking.

Got any whiskey?

- Yes, of course.
- Could be a long night.

Why don't you let
me cook for you?

Because the last
time you did that,

you nearly burned my flat down.

Oh!

Well, no chef worth his stars
hasn't burned down a kitchen.

I really appreciate
this, Pamela.

I-I couldn't face going
to a stranger's place,

and I need company.

Well, unpack your things,

and we'll have a nice
glass of wine, all right?

I just can't believe

Carl would have
anything to do with it.

And I keep trying to
think if there's anything,

just anything at all,
that could be connected.

Does he have any other place

where he maybe
keeps his equipment?

Just in our garage, like I said.

I'll get that wine.

I'm not talking to you, Carl.
I've got someone with me.

No, I'm not coming home.

No, I can't.

And I don't want to.

Oh, no, Helen, please,
please. Don't hang up.

Just... Just listen to me.

Listen, I swear on
my mother's life...

I had nothing to
do with those girls.

Do you think if they
had anything on me

that they would let me go?

They had cops crawling
all over my place.

Two of them tailed me
all the way over here.

Shut up.

Don't leave me, Helen. Please.

I can't live without you.

Listen, we can start again.

Don't cry, sweetheart.

Don't cry. Please.

Listen, it's all just a big
mistake, but it's over.

Don't go anywhere.
I want to talk to you.

Stop.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm
still here, darling.

No, you're breaking up.

- You're... All right?
- All right.

Wife won't let me
smoke in the house.

Prick.

Dinner's on the table.

Well, could you
give me two minutes?

You can come as you are.

I don't mind.

Get out.

Well, we've stripped
Barry's stinking bedsit.

Taken bags more stuff
out, but nothing doing.

And the lab's not come
up with anything yet either.

Well, as you can see,
we are still hard at it here.

And now the little runt has
joined Mr. Dirkwood upstairs.

- You buy any for me?
- No. Do you want one?

Thanks.

I'll get some
more, then, shall I?

They're doing the
garage out again, Carl.

Yeah, but they ain't
gonna find a sodding thing.

Right?

So stay calm and
remember the rules.

It's you who broke
them. It's your fault.

Shut up!

Okay, let's go back to
my theory that the fruit bat

was a witness.

Well, we're trying very hard
to get something out of him.

'Cause Sadie Carr...

Sadie Carr's
murder was different.

- Mm.
- You know, the other girls

were tortured.

The extent of their
injuries getting worse.

So, where did they
carry out the murders?

None of the girls were killed
where they were dumped.

And they found nothing
in that scumbag's bedsit.

Nor the Dirkwood house.

There has to be somewhere
where they keep their equipment.

I mean, ladders, lighting rails.

And the van was clean and empty.

Well, the only thing we found
at Carl Dirkwood's garage

was cleaning equipment.

Oh, God!

When I think
of that last girl...

I feel like such an
impotent asshole.

Mike, you found
no other location

where they stored
their equipment, right?

Well, I'd just like you to
take a look at Hayes' report

on her interview
with Helen Dirkwood.

Yeah, well, she says her
husband had an electrical business

and it went bankrupt.

Has that been checked?

Mike, I'm not
having a go at you.

I know you've searched
every warehouse,

every industrial estate.

Carl Dirkwood's wife is staying
at Hayes' place, isn't she?

Will you get on to her?

Well, find out the address.

You off to the station?

Yeah, see if anything shows up.

And then I think I'll go
to the bed-and-breakfast.

Ah, fine.

'Cause I paid for my room.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Mm.

Forensic are still working
on the contact lens

found embedded in the
last victim's eye socket.

We're hoping for a DNA
match from their clothes.

Did you get an address
from Helen Dirkwood?

She's acting like
she's had a lobotomy.

She never went to the shop,

so we're checking
through council records.

But it's over five years ago.

How is the fruit bat?

You know, if what
we're doing gets out,

we will really be in the shit.

We should've got
a lineup organized

and shown him photographs.

They've tried a new drug.

Psychotropin X.

It's not actually licensed,

but Dr. Millet thinks it
may have a positive result.

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.

Yeah. As long as I
get to pull the trigger.

He's here.

Did you buy any bananas?

Are they here?

Yeah, Carl Dirkwood's
in Interview Room One

and Barry in Number Three.

How are they acting up?

Well, they're unhappy
about being brought in,

so we need to stall
them for extra time.

We could maybe
make some more time

by letting them
check over their van.

Okay. Let's see what happens.

Um, can I take him in there?

You go right ahead.

It's your show.

Okay, Reggie, I'm going to
walk along the corridor with you,

and I want you to look through
the windows in the doors.

I just need to know if you
saw the man in a room or not.

And if you recognize him.

Do... Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yes, I understand.

I look into the room to see if
I recognize the person inside.

Yes.

That's good, Reg.
You're doing really well.

You all right?

Should we do it, then?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Okay, I want you to
look through this window.

Are you ready?

Do you recognize
the man in there?

No.

I don't think so.

Hey, don't worry, don't worry.

Just... We're just gonna
go further along the corridor.

And I'm going to ask you
the same thing again, okay?

Tell me, Barry, does
Carl wear contact lenses?

No. I do.

But I lost one.

So now I've got the
new type, soft lens.

But, look.

It makes me eye go bloodshot.

Oh, yeah.

New ones take a while
to settle in, don't they?

When did you get them?

A week or so ago.

Um...

I want you to look
through this window now.

Yeah?

Have a look.

You've held me here,
you've searched my place.

You found nothing.

- Reggie, are you all right?
- Reggie?

Reggie, did you
recognize the man in there?

Reggie?

Did you?

Okay. Could you take him?

Come on, old son. Come on.

It's all right.

It's okay.

You've got a nerve. I'm
losing work because of this.

And I've seen you
searching through the bins.

A fucking liberty.

Well, your van
has been released.

You did agree to
it being checked,

and we need you to see
that it is in the same condition.

So as soon as you have filled
in this form and checked it over,

you can drive it away.

Well, that was a...

Complete and
utter waste of time.

Did he say something?

The... man in the room...

he was hurting her.

The big van.

She was screaming.

I was frightened.

Her screams.

He...

Reggie, was it the man
in the second room?

Was he alone?

Did he stab the girl?

I...

carried her in my arms.

I wanted to save her.

Blood.

She had blood all over,

like my mother.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

It's okay. It's okay, Reggie.

We can never use what he said.

But he's a witness.
He saw Carl kill Sadie.

Oh, for Chrissakes.
You've got to use it.

We've got enough
to arrest Dirkwood.

And Barry Simkins
wears contact lenses.

New ones, so we're
holding him, as well.

We've got the
address of the shop.

It's due for demolition.
Over at Reachton.

Not far from the chalk pit.

Right, can I go now, please?
I've signed your forms.

I want my van back. I
want to go back to work.

Sorry, Mr. Dirkwood.
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the
murder of Sadie Carr.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention now

something which you
later rely on in court.

I want a lawyer,
Hey! I want a lawyer!

Hey, bastard, I want a lawyer!

Where's Carl?

Please, where's Carl?

Carl! I need to speak to Carl!

Carl! Carl!

Carl! Please!

Carl!

There's a padlocked
door through the back here.

Where's that crowbar? Come on.

Young woman: No!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Help me!

We got them.

Okay, Barry, could you tell
me the name of your optician?

Comptons on Eatham Road.

When did you lose
your old lens, Barry?

Don't know. A while back.

What you asking me a question
about contact lenses for?

What's going on?

What's going on
is that we found one

and we will be able to
determine forensically

whether that lens
belongs to you.

I don't need it now.

I got new ones.

It's where we found the
lens that's important, Barry.

Now, you have denied ever
meeting or knowing this girl.

Is that correct?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, as you can see, she
suffered horrendous injuries

to her body and to her face.

This photograph is a
close-up of her facial injuries.

Punches.

She was punched so hard
that one eye has been forced

back into its socket.
Can you see?

That's where we
found the lens, Barry.

It's not mine.

No, no, it's not mine.

Jesus Christ. It's not mine!

Colin. Take look at this.

That's a fit.

I just had sex with them.

I didn't hurt them. Not
what he did to them.

I got a sister their age.

Will you give a statement
with your solicitor present?

Will you agree to that?

He scared me.

Carl made me scared
to do what he wanted.

All right, son. Just keep calm.

Let's start with Sadie Carr.

No! I never did her.

And I can prove it.

I was with my sister.

That was Carl.

I've got proof. I
wasn't even in London.

You said you were drinking
all that night with Mr. Dirkwood.

That was a lie.

I-I made it up.

- It was a lie.
- Was it?

Well, how many other lies have
you been spinning, Barry, huh?

Just the innocent bystander,
just had sex with them.

Yeah, I swear.

And if he tells you
differently, he's lying.

I'm telling the truth.

Well, how come your contact lens

ends up embedded in
the victim's eye socket?

- By just having sex?
- You don't understand!

If I didn't do them with him...

If I didn't do them,
he'd beat me up.

Sorry. What does
that mean, Barry?

Didn't do them with him?

Huh? What are you talking
about, didn't do them with him?

Kill them!

If I didn't help him kill them.

All of them.

But not the last one.

I never did that Sadie.

He did that on his own.

That's what got
us caught... Him!

We know all about
your little trophy room.

My trophy room?

Yup, Barry's been talking.

Barry says he
just wanted the sex

and you made sure he had it.

Did you get off on watching him?

You enjoyed inflicting the
pain, though, didn't you?

Using those girls
like a punch bag.

Shackled, defenseless.

Drugged, couldn't fight back.

Did you get your
kicks via Barry?

You can't get it up yourself...
Is that what your problem is?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, you know exactly
what we're talking about.

Barry is lying his ass off.

I'm not saying another word,

because unlike that
little freak, I know the law.

Ooh, you giving
her one, are you?

Sexy piece, ain't she?

Tell you what.
You leave the room,

and I'll show you
if I can get it up.

So, you had sex with them?

Ah.

All I do know is that
you've got nothing.

It's that dumb bastard's
word against mine,

and maybe you're not
playing with a full deck,

because Barry

Barry's been
sectioned three times.

We'll check that out, Carl.

Look, what Barry's
saying is that...

you're the dumb one, Carl.

'Cause you killed
Sadie Carr on your own,

and that's why you've
both been caught.

He's a twisted little shit.

I don't give a
toss what he says.

Maybe you should.

He was able to give a
description of the knife

used on Sadie Carr.

Hunting knife, black
handle, silver band.

Maybe he done it.

Like I say, he's nuts.

Uh, you've got nothing on me,

and I am here under
false pretenses.

Give it up, Carl.

We've opened up your old shop.

We found your sick trophy room,

victims' underwear,
clothes you wore

when you snatched
them from the nightclubs,

the boxing gloves
you used on them.

So, what do you want?

You want to get your rocks off

while I tell what we did
to each one of them?

It wasn't just me!

It wasn't just me!

Barry was with
me. He's my partner.

He's my partner, he's mine.

I taught him everything.
We had some good times.

I'll give it up, I'll give
it up, I'll give it up!

But if I'm going down,
he's coming with me.

If I'm going down,
he's coming with me.

He's coming with me.

It's been a long day.

Yeah.

How are you holding up?

- Well, Carl has admitted it.
- Oh, thank you.

Yeah, once he started,
the floodgates opened.

- Sick bastard.
- Yeah, that's the last of it.

Just make sure that...

And my girls?

Yeah. All of them.

The only murder he committed
on his own was Sadie Carr.

Seems like his sidekick was
out of town and he was bored.

Well, you're not
gonna like this,

but your presence here...

it's not necessary.

We're holding them for trial.

After that, you can
apply for extradition.

You know that,
if it wasn't for me,

you'd still be up to
your asses in chalk dust.

Screw you.

Um, he asked me to book
him a ticket on Eurostar,

first class.

But he hasn't paid for it.

Well, it is not coming
out of my budget.

Did you come to collect
the money for the ticket?

- 'Cause... Oh.
- What?

Don't be ridiculous.

I came to say goodbye.

I was surprised
you left so quickly.

Surprised?

Well, it's over. Hmm?

It'll be at least 50 years

before we can extradite
them to the Netherlands.

You must know that.

They've been caught.

Isn't that some comfort?

Ah, to a lot of families, yes.

To a lot of daughters.

Yes.

Um...

Could you give that to
Reginald Aitken for me?

Yeah. I'll make sure he gets it.

I'm sure you will, Commander.

Who's the bear for?

It's, um, for my son.