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(reporter)
I'm here at King's Cross Museum

where we're getting
unconfirmed reports

that a mass grave
has been discovered.

(Jack) How many?

(Nikki) Six I think. Maybe seven.

Eight.

My priority
is to secure the integrity

of the forensic
and pathology investigations.

So, whatever you need.

To ensure that integrity,

I'd like to set up
an emergency mortuary

here, at the station.

(Nikki) You shouldn't be here,
Mr Jones.

(DI Tudor) I found an ex-partner
of Body Eight.

-Tentative ID is a Kacper Tadych.
-(thwacks)

Partner's name is Anna Górska.

That's Kacper's belt.

(Gabriel) Body Five,
our youngest victim yet.

My son Simon went missing in 2009.

(Keith) Keith Pryor.

-Russell Drake.
-What can I do for you, Russell?

(Russell) King's Cross. I thought
we might compare notes.

(Russell) Hey--
(muffled grunt)

Body One is, or was, Adam Perry.

I wanted to ask you
about a knife injury

that your husband sustained.

I know who did this.

His name's Terry Bordell.

# Testator #

# Silens #

# Costestes #

# E spiritu #

# Silencium #

# Testator #

# Silens #

(DI Tudor sighs)

Joanne...

who is Terry Bordell?

One of Adam's lads.

And you think he's responsible

for the bodies
found at the station?

You said if he was guilty, Terry,

then it'd all be

your husband's fault.
Wh-What makes--

You don't need to tiptoe around me.
I know what Adam was.

The innocent lives he corrupted.

Ruined.

Terry's was one of them?

Adam found him sleeping
on the station floor and...

"recruited" him,
as he liked to say.

As a rent boy?

(Joanne) Terry was different.

Him and Adam were close.

Always blowing up
at each other and...

making up five minutes later.

When Terry got too old,

Adam used him as an enforcer.

Suited to that, was he?

(scoffs)

(whispers)
He'd turn like that.

I mean, proper nasty.

Joanne...

your husband was admitted to A&E

on the 2nd of January 2008

after sustaining a non-fatal
stab wound to the chest.

-Did Terry inflict that injury?
-No.

Can you tell us who did?

Adam said it was some kid
he'd never seen before.

He was trying
to "recruit" him, presumably?

Probably.

I never asked.

But Adam... said he thought
Terry put the kid up to it

'cause he vanished
right before it happened.

Go on.

Adam was a nightmare
in hospital. Just...

raging about Terry.

How... he was gonna get even

soon as he got out.

And did he?

The day Adam was discharged
was the last time I saw him.

He came home,

stashed his stuff from the hospital
in his office

and went straight out
to find Terry.

What stuff?

A bag? I don't know.

I was never allowed in
Adam's office under pain of death.

I don't even have a key.

You mean...

you've never...?

Mm-mm.

Too worried he'd come back.

Too scared what I'd find in there.

Pull everything you can
on Terry Bordell, but discretely.

If he's our boy and the media
alert him, we're in trouble.

On it.

(Nikki) Is it worth
speaking to Malcolm Jones?

Well, he was station coordinator
during this period.

He might remember
Perry and Bordell.

Local plod and Vice
will be my first ports of call.

(lock clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(Jack) Got a bag.

Got a jacket.

With blood.

Shame it took a serial killer

for you to pay Adam's death
a shred of attention.

What makes you so sure
Terry Bordell's our man, Joanne?

When Adam didn't come home,
I went looking for him.

I found Terry at the station.

Off his head on something.

Acid probably.

He seemed really angry.

Which, to you, read as guilt?

(Joanne) Mm.

He kept saying
Adam got what was coming to him.

That they'd all get
what was coming to them.

Next day, I went to the police.

They weren't exactly bending
over backwards to find Adam

but I told them my suspicions.

And?

They took it serious.

Looked everywhere.

All over King's Cross,
up to Euston.

No Adam, no Terry.

And that was it?

I heard nothing for weeks.

And then... a detective came round
late on a Friday.

Said they still
couldn't find Terry.

He seemed to have left
the area for good.

Probably to avoid getting nicked.

And now you're thinking...

maybe he didn't leave at all?

No one knew the station like Terry.

Platforms, passages...

Exits, entrances.

It was home.

(tense music)

(DI Tudor) We believe

Terry Bordell was originally
from the Wolverhampton area.

We're liaising with CID up there.

He goes off grid around 2008.
Never resurfaces.

-Has he got a record?
-(DC Abbott) Yes.

Nicked a fair few times
but no prints or DNA on file.

Anything resembling a motive?

Wel, l according to Joanne,

Terry was prone
to outbursts of violence

and consumed with bitterness

at having been caught
in her husband's clutches.

So what, he starts hiding
in plain sight at the tavern?

Picking off victims at will?

Well, he certainly knew the patch.

The pathology evidence
suggested a taller assailant

but not to the extent
of ruling him out.

We also thought
he was working as a builder.

-Does that fit with Bordell?
-It was only ever a guess.

Means, motives, opportunity.
He's a full house.

Okay. Agreed.

We put everything we've got
into finding this man.

(beeps)

(camera shutter clicks)

Terry Bordell.

Was there anything unusual
about his hands?

He... He got into a fight once.

By the taxi rank.

Grabbed the wrong end of a knife.

Almost lost his fingers.

(scoffs)

Terry Bordell is not our killer.

He's Body Two.

-Are you certain?
-(Jack) Not certain, no.

We don't have
his dental records or DNA

to make a definitive comparison.

But you've just said
you found Bordell's fingerprint

in Perry's blood?

We knew from Joanne he was there
but disappeared to buy cigarettes.

Maybe he went back
to help Perry and...

that's where the print came from.

(DC Abbott) He did.

It tallies with the police report
I've finally unearthed.

(CS Court) Better late than never.

Sorry. CID never took the case up
and it wasn't digitalised.

Bordell gave a statement

and was described as being
"very upset" by Perry's stabbing.

What, he protests too much?

Perry reckoned
he'd put the kid up to it, right?

Yes, he did, but we know
their relationship was combustible.

What else did Bordell have to say?

Uh, he came back
from buying cigarettes

to find Perry
lying in his own blood.

CID dropped the case

when Perry refused to say
who stabbed him or why.

So basically nothing in there

that we couldn't have surmised
for ourselves then?

Well... there is this.

Have you viewed it?

-Need a VHS to play it, ma'am.
-You need a VCR.

VHS is the tape.

Sounds like you're our man, Jack.

(tape whirring)

(Jack) Adam Perry.

Terry Bordell.

Go back. Go back.
To when the assailant turns away.

(tape whirring)

-(CS Court) Stop.
-(clicks)

(Jack) I think the assailant...

saw Bordell coming
from the opposite direction.

You can just about
make out the knife

in his right hand.

So sometime
after this incident was captured,

Perry returns to King's Cross,
having been discharged,

finds his assailant, attacks him...

with fatal results.

(Jack) As for Bordell...

looks like he may well have seen
the assailant's face.

(DI Tudor)
So Bordell hunts him down

and is also killed.

Can you clean this up, Jack?
Enhance it?

Best endeavours but...
you can't enhance what's not there.

He's Caucasian,
six-one, six-two minimum.

Beyond that...

(Jack) There you are.

(Jack sighs)

-You okay?
-Yeah.

I'm just a bit tired.

You were the one wanted
to do eight postmortems.

-I was.
-You wouldn't be told.

Glutton for punishment.

It's not exactly
like you've been sitting around

watching YouTube videos.

-TikTok.
-What?

-You hate Tickerty Tok.
-Oh, yes. I do.

That'd be nice though, wouldn't it,
sitting around doing nothing.

(both) With you.

-One day.
-I'll hold you to that.

(phone vibrates)

Uh-oh.

Malcolm Jones.

-You ready for the lecture?
-(Nikki scoffs)

I think it's my turn
to cook tonight.

Uh, no.
I think it's... it's Jack's turn.

(Barbara) If we wait for Jack,
I think we'll all starve.

I was thinking...

maybe we could do

Shabbat, uh, dinner this week?

(Barbara) That's a great idea.

Friday night. We could all cook.

Even Jack.

(soft chuckle)
Yeah.

-(Barbara) And you can show us.
-That sounds good.

You're kidding.

You and DI Tudor

have crossed paths before,
haven't you?

That obvious?

When I was station coordinator,

I was often at loggerheads
with King's Cross nick.

Why was that?

They thought I was
a bloody do-gooding busybody.

Back then,

King's Cross was still a magnet
for runaways, addicts...

The works
were painstakingly streamlined

to minimise disruption
for paying customers.

But there was no plan

for the people who,
in their own way,

depended on the station most.

Drove me nuts.

That, along with the smear campaign

probably led to the early
termination of my contract.

Smear campaign?

The police said that I was
too close to the runaways.

Inappropriately so.

But what they really wanted
was for me to look the other way.

To stop caring that they treated
those kids like vermin.

Powerful forces were telling them
to clean up the station

by any means necessary.

And believe me,

they didn't need to be asked twice.

You're positive
you can't help us ID Body Three?

50 to 60 years old, red-grey beard?

Likely sleeping in the tavern?

(sighs)

Including the tramps
and the sex workers,

there was something north of...

100 people

illicitly staying on the plot
at any given time.

So somebody else
might remember him?

There was a social worker

called Alan Fry

who used to make
a regular sweep of the station.

Always trying to build a rapport
with the runaways.

-Log any new faces.
-(Jack) Might he remember?

If he's still with us.

-(phone vibrates)
-Excuse me.

-(Jack) Velvy.
-I examined the red dust

from Kacper Tadych's head wound.

-(Velvy) Regular brick dust.
-Common as muck.

Mixed in were black particles

that I'd assumed were just, uh
dirt or stained red particles.

-Never assume.
-(Velvy) Well, I didn't but...

-Well, I mean I did, but--
-The black particles?

Also... brick dust.

Red with a charred finish.

Not just Another Brick In The Wall.

Nice one.

You were talking about
the careful scheduling of works?

So if I wanted to focus
on works taking place

in the week
we believe Tadych was killed,

there'd be
a record of that somewhere?

Oh, yes.

That week, there were
14 active building projects

right across the station.

We're looking at the smaller end.
Possibly a two-man job?

Only one on that scale.

(Malcolm)
A wall built to screen a generator.

(Jack) Only a stone's throw
from the tavern.

Not far to wheel Kacper's body.

Who was the building company?

Oh, uh...

Keeler Construction.

Oversaw a host
of small-to-medium projects

across the station.

(CS Court) Adam Perry,

Terry Bordell,

Judy Holmes,

Simon Daniels,

Elseid Broja,

Faisal Hosseini,

and Kacper Tadych.

(camera shutters clicking)

I can confirm

that postmortems
have now been completed

on all eight bodies.

(reporter)
Chief Superintendent Court,

we're hearing reports
that you have a strong suspect?

Would you care to elaborate?

-No, I would not like to elaborate.
-(camera shutters clicking)

(reporter)
Uh, is an arrest imminent?

(CS Court) Next question.

-(reporters clamouring)
-(woman) One at a time, please.

One at a time.

Calm down.
Please calm down. One at a time.

(light suspenseful music)

(dial tone)

-(Velvy over phone) Hello?
-Velvy.

I need you to call up
the CCTV footage

of the non-fatal stabbing
of Adam Perry at King's Cross.

(Velvy) Give me a second.
Well, it's very low-res.

(Nikki over phone)
Can you boost the colours?

Just when the assailant is turning.

Okay. Sure.

(Velvy)
Add a saturation filter and...

What colour does his coat
look like to you?

Um...

Green? A... dark green?

Some dark green material

was placed over the bodies
of Adam Perry and Terry Bordell.

Do you think
it could have been from that coat?

Uh, yes, um...

I haven't processed it yet
but, um, I'll... I'll fix that now.

Thank you.

I wanted to come
when everyone'd gone.

But I couldn't face coming alone.

How are things at home?

I can't accept...

comfort from him.

Your husband?

When Neil and I got together,

he encouraged me
to "focus on our future".

At the expense of Simon?

But the truth was...

I was tired of chasing after him.

Apologising to his teachers,
worrying where he was at 4 am.

Tired in my bones.

I blame my husband

but he didn't make me
do anything I didn't want to.

And I hate myself for it.

One day... not today,

but soon,

you're gonna have to
forgive yourself.

Forgive yourself and recognise
that what happened to Simon

was the result of one man
and no one else.

(sombre music)

(sobs)

We DNA'd the remnants

of what we believe
is the green puffer coat

that the suspect was wearing
when they stabbed Adam Perry.

This was draped
over the two bodies at the rear?

Terry Bordell and Adam Perry.

What tells us that's from his coat?

Well, a couple of things.

First,

green dyed cotton, which is common,

but fibre analysis shows a...

fluoropolymer coating.

Uh, aka waterproofing,

which is often used
in outdoor wear.

Plus, DNA evidence.

The outer side of the coat

that was in contact
with Bordell and Perry's bodies

is covered with their DNA.

-Unsurprisingly.
-Unsurprisingly.

But there's blood
on the inner lining

that's not a match
with Perry or Bordell

but with someone else.

A drug dealer called Dean Lane,

who was stabbed to death
in Sheffield

on New Year's Day 2008.

Just one day

before Perry was stabbed
non-fatally in King's Cross.

Sheffield?

Lane was 42
and he had a long record.

Assault, dealing...

and well,
reading between the lines,

CID believed that he was,
uh, killed by a rival dealer.

It was never solved?

No. There must be a good chance
that the killer murdered Lane

and then fled to London
on either that day or the next.

I'd like to go to Sheffield

and take a look
at the postmortem report

which is hard copy only.

And I think it would be good
to see the crime scene firsthand.

If that's where and how
the killer got started.

Agreed.

It'll be good to get a handle
on the whole case

and the suspects
they pulled in at the time.

(DI Tudor) I'll call Sheffield CID,
tell them to expect us.

-(Jack) Looking for Mike Jarvis?
-Down the bottom, mate.

(Jack) Cheers.

(Mike) I oversaw
all our projects at King's Cross.

This is definitely
at the smaller end.

Two day's work
for a couple of lads.

Sounds about right.

The forensic evidence

suggests that the last victim,
Kacper Tadych,

was involved in the construction
of this wall. Now...

he was bludgeoned with a brick,
possibly by a co-worker.

This is Kacper.

(huffs)
No.

We believe
the killer used a handcart

to move Kacper's body
to the tavern.

Handcart?

There was a young casual.
Now he was very strange.

Barely spoke to any of the lads.
I mean, he was a real grafter.

Almost like a robot.

He kipped somewhere in the station
but I didn't care.

Yeah, not with that work ethic.

Plus, he never complained
about anything.

What was his name?

Don't know.
Don't think I ever knew it.

What sort of age?

18 or 19.

Northern accent,
not that he ever said much.

Why did the handcart
jog your memory, Mike?

He changed. The kid, I mean.

Started blowing up
over the smallest of things.

Plus, he'd lost
one of our handcarts.

My foreman Steve said he'd seen him
pinching lumber and sand.

To shore the hatch in the tavern.

(Mike) The kid just erupted.

Came at me with a four-by-two.

I ducked but Steve got it
full in the face

and then he just started
battering him.

And it took four or five of us
to restrain him.

We wound up tying him to a pipe
before we called the police.

He was arrested?

Yeah. I was expecting charges
to be brought...

but I never heard anymore.

(CS Court) We followed up
on what Jarvis told you.

There's good news and bad.

The 999 call and the arrest details
are retrievable from the database.

-(Jack) But?
-But the arresting officers,

a sergeant and a PC
lost control of the suspect

and he ran off without
any of the details being logged.

-What?
-Yep. Including his name.

Both officers
have since left the force.

The sergeant's coming in now
and we're tracking down the PC.

They didn't get a name.
How is that possible?

Hopefully we're about to find out.

(Keith) King's Cross station?

No. Sorry.

Nothing's coming.

So what,

it was no big deal for you
to let a prisoner escape?

Daily occurrence?

(CS Court over monitor)
It was August 2009

when the station
was being redeveloped.

The victim and the suspect were
both part of a construction crew.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Young lad.

They had him tied up
when we arrived.

Paramedics were treating the bloke
he clobbered.

Shall we start at the end?
When you let him go?

We were getting him out of the car
and he surprised us.

I chased him
for a few blocks but...

he outran me.

Hadn't you cuffed him?

Maybe I slipped them off
in the car?

Why on earth would you do that?

Well, he was just a kid.

-And he was very agitated.
-Oh, poor lad.

And I was seeking to de-escalate
the situation, Sheila,

as per my training.

And where was your partner

while this chase was going on?

(scoffs)
Russell Drake?

He couldn't run for a bus
without coughing up a lung.

Well, if you'd restrained him,

no one would've had
to run anywhere, would they?

We'll be talking to Russell anyway
to get his version of events.

No danger
of your accounts not tallying?

I can't see why they wouldn't.

Says on your file
that you were in the army

before you became a copper?

Hmm. Paras.

Saw service in the Gulf War.

Decorated for it.

What you're doing now?

Oh, I got out in 2010,
just shy of my fortieth.

Inherited a little nest egg

which I used to start
a security business.

Bet your army friends come in handy
for that, don't they?

(scoffs)

Couple of reprimands on your file.

In 2005,
you tried to bully a duty sergeant

into releasing
a suspected joyrider.

Then, more seriously,
you "mislaid" a hammer

found on a 19-year-old housebreaker
in 2007.

In both instances, the substance
of the charges were dismissed.

You were still reprimanded.

(sighs)

I always believed in giving kids
a second chance.

'Cause if an old Sergeant
from Peckham Rye

hadn't given me
a second chance at 16,

I'd never have joined the army,
or the police.

Or the human race, come to that.

But if you're insinuating
I uncuffed that kid

so he could escape and chasing
after him was just for show,

then the answer's no.

He just got the better of me.

Here you are,

being interviewed by a Chief Super
in King's Cross nick

about an arrest that you botched
15 years ago.

And you haven't even asked

if it has anything to do
with the bodies in the station.

I just don't have a curious nature.

That's why I never
became a detective.

Thank God for small mercies, eh?

-(distant police sirens wailing)
-(suspenseful music)

(DI Tudor) We're early.

Let me guess.

What is my problem
with Malcolm Jones?

(soft scoff)

You're not a detective for nothing.

What did he tell you?

King's Cross police
weren't overly fond of him

because he made complaints.

PCs hassling the runaways,

kicking the homeless
off their pitches...

All at the behest
of some higher authority?

-Uh-huh.
-Ah. It's bollocks.

So you didn't mount
a smear campaign?

(Nikki) Misrepresent his concern
for the runaways?

-(DI Tudor) A smear campaign?
-Which worked.

-He lost his job.
-That was all him.

He had half a dozen kids
kipping on his floor.

I see. No smoke without fire?

Also, he had a station to run,

so what was he doing playing
good samaritan-cum-social worker

with every kid
who got off the train

with a single ticket
and a sob story?

I don't know.
Being a decent human being?

(car door slams)

(DI Tudor) Look,
I'm not being callous.

When I was in uniform,
the station was on my beat.

If I could help those kids,
I did. Always.

But there's boundaries.

Inviting runaways to his place
is crossing a line.

Having a go at uniform
for following orders,

keeping the station safe
is crossing a line.

-That's it?
-Yeah, that's it.

And I don't like the bloke.

Don't think he likes you either
if that's any consolation.

It's that holier-than-thou thing.

And his attachment to the station.
That's... weird.

I mean, look at him.

Clinging on by reinventing himself
as a museum curator.

Has it ever crossed your mind

that he was involved
with the murders?

Between us? Crossed my mind, yeah.

Mainly because it was all
on his watch and he's a weirdo.

-But you can't really see it?
-No. You?

(CS Court) He had the right idea
getting out, didn't he?

14 years and he's built
a bloody empire.

-(DC Abbott) Ma'am?
-What?

We're trying to get hold of Pryor's
former partner Russell Drake

without success.

Now I know why.

He was fished out of Euston canal
this morning.

-Shit.
-Bit of a coincidence.

(sighs)
Want me to get Pryor back in?

No. This needs a careful tread.

Get me everything you can
on Drake's death.

(suspenseful music)

DI Steve Tudor.

-(DI Tudor) Dr Nikki Alexander.
-(Nikki) Hello.

DI Mel Granger.

So... what brings you
to Sheffield then?

How much do you know?

Only that I was told

in no uncertain terms to assist you
in any way possible.

And that you wanted a copy of...

-Dean Lane's PM report.
-(Nikki) Thank you.

You worked on the case?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Uh, do you want to follow me?
It's just up here.

Dog walker found Lane

stabbed to death... here.

January 1st 2008.

(DI Tudor)
Not a happy New Year for him then.

This place was a magnet
for drug dealers back then.

Still get the odd one or two.

Lane's only wearing a T-shirt

and there's light snow
on the ground.

And?

Well, from the way
the body's twisted

and the arms are positioned,

do you think that the killer
could have yanked a coat off him?

I thought that too.

This is Lane.

(DI Granger) In the town centre,
just... after midnight,

wearing some sort of puffer coat.

I assumed
that the killer had nicked it

along with his wallet.

You thought the assailant
was another dealer?

Well, multiple witnesses

saw Lane having a fight
with a rival drug dealer

outside a pub just before midnight.

(Nikki) The black eye?

It seemed like

an all-too-familiar escalation
of a drug feud.

(DI Granger chuckles)
Round Two if you like.

The deceased, Russell Drake,
was found in the canal,

some trace evidence
will've been lost.

(Jack) First responders noted
a strong smell of whiskey

coming from the body.

A whiskey bottle
was found in the weeds.

The only prints on there
are Drake's.

There's a champignon de mousse,

pinkish tinge,

consistent with drowning.

-So was that the cause of death?
-It appears so.

(Gabriel)
Lateral scarring on the wrists.

Looks like
multiple attempts at suicide.

There are small lumps on the palms.

(Gabriel) These have produced
thick bands of tissue

causing compressed pits
and grooves.

So what does all that add up to?

Dupuytren's contracture.

Can be hereditary,
often associated with alcoholism.

But more likely to be the latter
given that whiskey?

The scan showed
his liver has hardened

suggesting advanced cirrhosis.

Tallies with what little we know of
his life after leaving the force.

Lost his licence for drink driving
a year ago.

Okay, so given
these self-destructive traits,

could we be looking at suicide?

Certainly no firm evidence
of foul play at this point.

If it was suicide,
could speak to a guilty conscience.

(Gabriel)
Timing's certainly suspicious.

The bodies are discovered,
the next day he's dead.

But guilty of what?

(dial tone)

(man over phone) Hello?

(Keith)
I need you to come in. Nowish.

(man) What's this number
you're calling me from?

Phone died.
Did you hear what I said?

(man) I'm here now,
I'm in the gym.

Right. Okay.

-I'll see you when I get there.
-(man) Okay.

My turn.

What's the interest
in the 15-year-old murder

of a no-mark drug dealer?

This was taken
at King's Cross station

one day after Dean Lane's killing.

We believe this man went on

to become
the King's Cross serial killer.

Did the dealer
you suspected of killing Lane

disappear or leave town?

Sadly no.

Did you have
any other lines of inquiry?

Any other suspects?

Lane was in a relationship
with a local woman

at the time of his murder.

Her teenage son was seen
in the vicinity.

Okay. And?

He was just a kid.

And...

the witness was an addict...

so, um...

I dismissed it
as a serious possibility.

(DI Granger) I mean,
hang on, hang on, hang on.

There's not much here, but...

That's the address
of Lane's girlfriend.

Assuming she still lives there.

Tox is back on Russell Drake.

Interesting results.

No alcohol, whiskey or otherwise,
in his blood.

So could he have drowned

before the alcohol
hit his bloodstream?

Still expect to see some alcohol.

There was some in his urine
but that had been metabolised away.

His blood was clear.

So what does that tell you?

It suggests the whiskey
was tipped down his throat

-after he lost consciousness.
-(sighs)

Okay, so someone tried really hard

to make Russell look like he was
the author of his own demise?

I think so.

Someone who knew
he had a taste for whiskey.

Yeah, or that he'd tried
to take his own life in the past.

Just been through
Drake's phone records.

The last call he made
was to Keith Pryor.

Didn't Keith say
they weren't in touch?

Yes, he bloody did. Bring him in.

(CS Court) Mob-handed as you like.

(police sirens wailing)

I don't know where Mr Pryor is
I'm afraid.

You're his PA.

I find that hard to believe
you don't know where he is.

(man) Have you tried his home?

We're trying his home right now,
rest assured.

But if you're minded to alert him
or warn him off, think again.

I'd like to see a warrant, please.

Search and seize.
Every room, every computer.

I'd like to see
Keith Pryor's office.

(Jack) And anywhere else
we'll find computers.

(sighs)
Follow me.

Let's go.

(doorbell rings)

(door opens)

I remember you.

You were supposed
to find Dean's killer.

I was.

I still am.

(DI Granger)
How's your son doing, Mary?

You know, I've forgotten his name.

-Carl.
-Carl, that's right.

-How's Carl doing?
-Fine.

He was in the army.

The Paras.

(Mary) Won medals for bravery.

Oh. You must be proud?

Could we see a photograph?

-(DI Tudor) See much of him?
-(Mary) Uh...

Just a couple of days at Christmas.

He's in private security now.

Earns a fortune all over the world.

Is that just
with one company? Freelance?

He works for the same man
who got him into the army.

Been like a dad to him.

What's that man's name?

Why are you asking me
all these questions about Carl?

Did it, uh...

ever cross your mind, Mary,

that it was Carl...

who killed Dean?

(DI Granger)
That's why he fled to London?

I'll take that as a yes.

(DI Tudor) How would you say
Dean and Carl got on, Mary?

Not great.

Right from when he was small,

Carl had a hatred
of anything to do with drugs.

Or alcohol.

Thought it showed...

weakness.

Bad news for Dean?

I need to make a phone call and,
uh, I need to borrow your photo.

Does Carl still have
a bedroom here, Mrs Streeting?

I'd like to see
if I can get a DNA sample from it.

Thank you.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(phone vibrates)

Boss?

We have a suspect,
he may be on site with you now.

His name is Carl Streeting,
33, photo coming now.

Do not engage with him.
Firearms are en route.

(phone chimes)

Jack...

(tense music)

Shit.

(intense music)

The bodies in the station.

That was you?

Why?

Can't remember.

-Practise?
-Practise?

You're a monster.

But you're my monster.

Do you have children?

No, I don't.

They come from you
but they're not you.

When Carl was small,
I was always waiting for a smile...

a look...

a cry, something I could react to.

Respond to, you know.

A sign he was okay

and I wasn't doing a shit job
raising him because...

it was just the two of us.

The day I loosened the cuffs
in the car and you got away.

I don't regret it.

You've done great things.

Mad, brave, unprecedented things.

Gallantry Cross, Military Cross,
Iraq and NATO Medals.

(distant police sirens wailing)

You never really got away, did you?

You never really escaped.

I slipped the cuffs. Me.

(sighs)

(scoffs)

Talk about deluded.

Talk about the last to know.

I had no clue, did I?

No idea what I was setting free.

(pensive music)

(car doors closing)

(officer) Get on the floor!

God, you made me run that day.

(gunshot)

(solemn music)

Malcolm.

You remember the social worker
I spoke to you about?

Alan Fry?

I tracked him down to a hospice
in Finchley.

-Pancreatic cancer.
-I'm sorry to hear that.

He's still sharp as a tack.

He gave me
all that he could remember.

And... almost certainly,

the identity of the person

you believe
was sleeping in the basement...

Gillian Kerr.

Nikki. This is Jack and Gabriel.

Hi. Hello.
(clears throat)

My um, twin brother, Angus...

(sighs)

He lived in and around
King's Cross for years.

Of course you'll be wanting
to take my DNA for comparison.

Yeah, I'm...
I'm a retired biology teacher.

I have some understanding there.

But uh...

I know the man that you've found...

is my brother.

(gentle music)

Every winter,
he'd come and stay with...

me and my husband
in our house in Epsom.

(soft chuckle)

Year after year,
it was the same story.

Come March,

he was as anxious to leave
as we were to see the back of him.

Then uh, winter 2008,

he didn't come.

I knew something was wrong.

I went to the police.

And I came up to the station.

Nobody knew anything.

Nobody could help...

Help me, um...

(Gillian sighs)

We think your brother
based himself in the old tavern.

It's possible when he returned,

the killer had moved in
with tragic consequences.

I always went through the motions

of telling him
he could stay past March.

Stay all year round if he wanted.

But I never said it
with much conviction.

(sighs)

Perhaps if I had, if I'd--

If I'd meant it...

I don't know what uh...

roles you played,

but I know
you've helped me find my brother

and now I can say goodbye.

(exhales shakily)
So um...

I want to see him.

We would advise
against that, Gillian.

(Gillian) I understand.

I want to see him.

("Alibis"
by Annina Melissa playing)

# Smoke in my alibis #

# Taken by surprise #

# A mountain full of rage #

# A mountain full of rage #

# And every second
Of the hour gone #

# Every minute
That I don't belong #

# There's smoke in my alibis #

# A fallen angel by design #

# All the stars have misaligned #

# I'll set it all on fire #

# And if you feel
The night's too long #

# And there's nowhere left to run #

# I'll leave the light on #

# I'll leave the light on #

# I'll leave the light on #

# I'll leave the light on #

(birds chirping)

(dial tone)

-(Jack over phone) Hello?
-Hey.

-You okay?
-Yeah. I just got back.

I was so happy to be home
for about 10 seconds.

-Maybe 20.
-(Jack) Then what happened?

-Then I wondered where you were.
-(Jack) Aw shucks.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, hang on. I'll call you back.

I'm here about the advert?

-The lodger?
-The lodger?

Ah, right. Come in.

-Nice.
-Thanks.

-You must have a lot of interest.
-(Nikki) Pretty popular, yeah.

-Still available?
-For the right person, yeah.

-(Jack) Won't last long.
-I wouldn't have thought so.

-It's a nice kitchen.
-Thanks.

You cook?

Uh, not sure I'd call it
cooking exactly. Uh, I eat.

Ooh.

I'm sorry,
are you expecting someone?

Well, you never know what surprise
might knock on your door.

-You don't, do you?
-No.

-Always good to be prepared.
-Sensible.

Ooh.

A garden. Can I look?

(birds chirping)

It's a lovely garden.

Why thank you.

My dad... planted a mulberry tree

in the garden of the house
he built with my mother.

She made mulberry jam

from the fruit
when I was a wee boy.

Mm. I love mulberry jam.

Me too.

So... are you interested?

In being your lodger?

Hmm... still thinking about it.

Do you think
he saw that far ahead, my dad?

I think he did. I think so.

People don't commit
to anything anymore.

They have no faith.

No belief that the tree we plant
will bear fruit.

I look at evidence.
It's what I do. It's what you do.

-It is.
-We look at evidence.

We reach a conclusion. We...

Trust our instincts.

Yes, we do.

And we make a decision.

(soft music)

I can't imagine a day without you.

I can't.

Will you marry me, Nikki?

Will you?

-Yes.
-(soft chuckle)

# Testator #

# Silens #

# Costestes #

# E spiritu #

# Silencium #