You or him?
Him or you?
# ...shepherd I'll not want
# He makes me down to lie
# In pastures green
# He leadeth me
# The quiet waters by
Appreciate you coming in so early.
Well, how could a bowl of cornflakes compete with this?
# Within the paths of righteousness
# Even for his own sake
Anything with religious overtones and we have to respond quickly
or they'll all be trying to crucify themselves.
Or each other, of course.
# ..fear none ill
# For thou art with me
# And thy rod
Did he say why he did it?
Apparently obeying God's instruction to inflict pain on the weak and feeble flesh.
# My table thou has furnished
# In presence of my foes
# My head with oil thou...
So, why the sudden self-mortification?
I mean, come to that, why God?
# ..that overflows
# Goodness and mercy
# All my life
Well, now he's the Almighty's biggest fan.
# And in God's house
# For evermore
# My dwelling place shall be #
Sometime I think we should put dog walkers on the payroll.
If only the prevention of murder
was as simple as discovering the dead, eh?
If only.
So, what have we got?
He looks like he's taken a bit of a beating.
Gunshot wound?
It's looking like an exit wound.
And what are those marks there?
Badgers, foxes, rats. They've all had a nibble at him.
Initial estimate, he's been here at least a week.
With a shallow grave and the deep undergrowth
has probably delayed the decomposition.
Any idea who he is.
No ideas yet but there is a tattoo on his forearm.
Oh, good.
We'll get that blown up and circulated.
I'm beginning to really like body art.
(THUD OF DOOR CLOSING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(INAUDIBLE)
(SIGHS)
Very big step from torturer one day to stigmata the next.
You doubt my sincerity.
I can understand that.
Well, the therapist in me says I'm here to understand, no judge.
The professional says whatever you do, don't alienate the client.
But the sceptic says, "Oh, boy, do I doubt your sincerity, Michael?"
That's quite a trinity you have in there.
The governor told me you used a fountain pen. Italic.
I admire your taste in nibs.
You should have written me a letter instead of boring holes in your hands.
I didn't do it for your benefit.
I did it because I believe.
Oh.
Let's say that's true.
Isn't there the risk that your sudden expression of faith
and your self-mortification might be seen as another aspect of your psychosis?
And some of us, and I don't altogether exclude myself,
might just be tempted to label you as mad.
"If therefore the whole church become together in one place
and speak in tongues and there come in those
that are unlearned and unbelievers, will ye not say that ye are mad?"
Touche, Michael. And that's from?
The First Epistle of Paul The Apostle to The Corinthians.
Try saying that with a skinful. Chapter 14, Verse 23.
I'd be a fool to suggest the bible is devoid of metaphorical merit, but -
But it's a delusion to believe in it literally.
As you know, Dr Hill, I'm already deluded.
Which aspect particularly appeals? The scripture or the liturgy?
Accountability to a higher power.
Hmm?
Oh, what, old beardy in the sky?
And what would he make of your former life?
Oh, don't tell me...
All is forgiven?
We must all work for salvation, Dr Hill.
Well, perhaps you identify with him. What was it Jesus said?
"Suffer the weak and weary to come unto me".
Could have been your very own credo.
Except, of course, you inflicted suffering on the weak and the weary.
And, well, you ate them, Michael. I don't think Jesus recommends that anywhere, does he?
Although some people might say
Communion is another form of ritualised cannibalism.
What do you think?
We all have to answer to someone. Do we?
(MOBILE RINGS) Oh. Well, well.
I guess we do.
Well, it looks like he could have done with a few square meals.
Cause of death?
Well, he did take a bullet to the head.
Pretty decisive.
This is where it starts getting odd.
Well, if it didn't, you wouldn't have called me.
The bruising is very heavy and extensive.
So, it looks like he wasn't just being taught a lesson, he was possibly being beaten to death.
But you just said cause of death was...
Could be any one of three possibilities.
What?
There's also evidence of strangulation.
So, sexual?
Well, there's some scarring, possible tearing round the anus.
It's difficult to establish how recent as well.
Of these three possibilities, the actual cause of death is...
I'm working on it.
So, what do you think?
I think people who shoot their victims tend not to strangle them and vice versa.
But, most importantly, I think I need to think.
(SCREAMING)
Two modus operandi, possibly three if you include the beating.
Gang assault might account for the variety.
But what came first?
The order is important.
For example, in a gang assault, the order would tell us about hierarchy,
you know, who attacks first and who waits for the kill.
Or who kills and who hangs back to mess around with the corpse.
And with a single killer,
the order tells us about preference, the killer's personal style.
You know, the signature.
If it's a gang, they beat him up, strangled him and then shot him to make sure.
What about drugs?
Someone, or a group, their proclivity for violence fuelled by, well, take your pick.
See, except with drugs, you might expect the beating then the shot to the head, but strangulation?
Men strangle their wives, mothers strangle their children and paedophiles strangle their victims,
I'll be surprised if Kerwin finds a junkie's dose of drugs in his blood.
A savage mugging that went too far? Cub scouts mugging for jumble?
The muggers lay one blow too many, panic, then try and make it looks like something else.
That's interesting. Thank you.
But... There is always a but.
But the corpse shows signs of having been dragged a significant distance.
There was cuts and tears to the face, shoulder and chest
suggesting he was dragged face down, naked through the woods by his feet.
In other words... He wasn't killed where he was found.
Most muggings are urban but he was found in the woods so that fits.
But muggers? They're hit and run merchants.
Exactly. They don't hit, hit and hit
and strangle and strip and shoot their victims.
And then drive quietly out of the town to bury them in a wood.
I mean all that effort for an iPod and a mobile phone?
That doesn't make sense. So, what does?
Possible male rape and murder.
Possible pre-meditated assassination.
But there's no victim ID so no victim history.
And, therefore, there's no foundation for a profile.
We're working the tattoo.
MOBILE BLEEPS
Dr Hill? I think that's yours.
Though what I can say with some degree of confidence
is that either the killer or an accomplice...can drive.
Which narrows it down to about 40 million suspects.
At least it narrows it down.
You've read the chaplain's report on the incident?
You asked me to. So I have.
Right. Well, I'll let you talk it out.
Buzz for coffees if you need to.
What do you make of it?
Much the same, I imagine, as you might make of my attempt
at a Freudian explanation of the Holy Trinity.
Anybody new to God is in a very delicate state of mind.
They need careful -
Indoctrination?
Extraordinary.
You've seen the effect of mocking him
and yet you persist in these bullying tactics.
I didn't mock Michael.
I approached the sudden transformation
of a very dangerous personality with a healthy degree of scepticism.
If you'd used even a modicum of respect when talking to him,
you'd realise what this conversion means to him.
Oh, I know exactly what it means. Increased privileges.
and if he keeps it up long enough, possible early release.
I've worked in special units for seven years now.
I know true convert when I see one.
Michael is beyond redemption.
All men - No, most men.
Perhaps, but not all and certainly not Michael.
He doesn't understand "sorry". He doesn't get empathy.
He wouldn't know why a wounded kitten is sad and not amusing.
He is hard-wired to locate and exploit weakness.
First with the kind of cunning that allowed him to pose as a therapist and lure his victims
and then with extreme violence that he thoroughly enjoys.
Which you ought to bear in mind should he choose you as his confessor.
Well, at least that gives us something to go on.
OK. Thanks, Dr K.
Victim had traces of dope in his blood. Tony was right. Not enough for a junkie.
I put his tattoo through the missing persons database. Three possibles.
Great. Get them in. Paula's already on to it.
But they've all been missing months or years.
What a call to get.
Well, for someone, it could, at the very least, be some kind of closure.
And for the others?
Irrespective of what the chaplain says, I simply don't buy the idea of a genuine epiphany.
The problem is Michael will only agree to see you if you take his conversion seriously.
And if I find that impossible?
Well, there is a...shall we say, a more sympathetic psychologist
from another unit who would be prepared to step in.
Oh, don't tell me, Dinger Bell?
Graham has the advantage of being ordained.
The mind of a psychotic is a very lonely and broken place.
Do you believe Michael seeks the easy platitudes of forgiveness?
We have an ethos of taking our inmates seriously.
Do I ever take Michael less than seriously, Governor Williams?
Oh, Michael has seen the light.
But it's the light of opportunity, not redemption.
And here's the puzzle.
If eternal life isn't what Michael's after...then what is?
That was quick. Sorry?
Gotta run.
About your work with Michael, we need to make a decision.
Good idea.
And we will. We will.
SOBBING
(SOBS)
I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.
I mean, what am I supposed to say?
I don't know.
Thank God his mother didn't have to see him like this.
We talked to police when Tom went missing three months ago.
I know it's difficult but going through it again could help us.
Do you have any idea where Tom might have been the past three months?
No. He just wasn't...
No.
I understand from a previous report that Tom was deeply affected by his mother's death last year.
He took it extremely badly.
Mm. Must have been a very difficult time for you.
I tried to comfort him.
Our priest did too, but...
But...
He...seemed unreachable.
Unreachable? As in cut off?
I told the police everything already.
Did Tom lock himself away? Hide from you?
He would stay in his room for hours on end.
But he had no secrets, we're an honest family.
Then...
Eventually he...started to go out, started to socialise again.
You told my colleagues that Tom probably disappeared after attending a music festival with friends.
He got into that scene.
I felt he...sort of drifted away.
And then one day he... just disappeared.
Could I use your toilet?
Too much tea with the vicar this morning.
Upstairs on the left. Thank you.
Before Tom disappeared, did he ever mention anyone that he met at these music festivals?
Outside his normal circle of friends?
He never mentioned anyone.
This isn't a teenager's bedroom.
Where's the music centre?
Where's the posters of Keira Knightley? Embarrassing ones?
It's a museum.
More than that, it's a museum to an 11-year-old.
No, this isn't you, Tom.
You're barely here.
What the hell are you doing?
I wanted to look at Tom's room. Without permission?
Permission it isn't usually always granted.
So, you just barge in?
I can see why you would categorise it as that. I would call it following my professional instinct.
When did Tom die, Mr Farnborough? They said a few weeks.
I mean in your heart. When did Tom die in your heart?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Most families with a missing person that I've met get the rooms ready for when they return through that door.
The fantasy is everything is returned to normal.
But this room's been stripped.
Everything of Tom's, after a certain age, has been removed.
His clothes, no music.
There's nothing personal here except what's personal to you.
Tom must have died in your heart and I need to know why.
I need to know what you're not saying what you don't want your daughter to say.
How fucking dare you?! Was it drugs?
You come into my house simulating sympathy and condolences -
Was it young men, Mr Farnborough?
It stopped for you when you discovered Tom was gay, didn't it?
OK. That's enough.
Was it gay porn? Gay nightclubs?
Gay people doing terribly gay things together?
Is that why everything is pre-adolescent? Pre-pubescent?
Be quiet! When Tom was a son to be proud of?
What's going on?
I want you out of here. Mr Farnborough?
A naked corpse does suggest a sexual component so maybe we should focus on a sexually motivated murder.
Does it even register, the upset that you cause?
It would explain the frenzied nature of the attack.
Less so the bullet to the head which has all the feeling of a clinical assassination.
I give up. All right, what about a psychotic jealous lover?
Or a gay basher who attacks Tom in a fit of rage?
Once he realises how badly he's hurt him, he puts him out of his misery, once the red mist clears.
It's possible. But why shoot and then strangle?
Or indeed, strangle and then shoot?
See, a jealous lover would use the most immediate means available, like a knife or -
You said in the incident room that a husband strangles his wife or a mother strangles her child.
Meaning?
The strangulation is a demonstration of power over the weak.
Yeah, power or dominance.
Look at me while I squeeze the life out of you.
You know, watch me while I wring your neck.
Like an animal. Do you think Tom's father came to view Tom like that?
Subhuman?
You see a father's incoherent rage and disgust would explain a certain degree of savagery but...
I don't buy Dad as the killer.
Me neither.
I mean, he hated Tom being gay but he was in denial about it.
Not active opposition.
So, not Father, not lover. Then who?
Someone out there.
Thanks for stopping.
Thank you for this. We appreciate it.
No problem.
We've been waiting ages.
We missed the night bus so nearly gave up.
Is it OK to smoke?
I'd rather you didn't.
Just to warm myself up.
I'll open a window.
If it's warming up you're after,
there's a flask of coffee in the holdall.
By your feet.
Oh, thank you, but we couldn't have your coffee.
I wouldn't have offered if there wasn't enough.
But it's up to you.
Are you sure there's enough?
I just said.
I have just been freezing my nuts off.
Then help yourself.
Cheers.
I mean, one way or another I'm gonna kill you.
Question is...
..do I start with a...
Which then becomes a...
And just to make sure or to knock the police off the scent...
I mean, given the right context, every combination makes sense.
BARKING
Shut up!
BARKING
Shut up!
What?
Dr Hill. What took you so long?
I do have a life, you know? No, you don't.
No, you're right. I must have been dreaming of one when you called.
I'm sorry about that.
We really should stop meeting like this.
Don't you like my parties?
What is it?
Same MO but older. Older?
What, as in middle aged? Elderly?
Young. Kerwin reckons this one was killed three weeks before Tom.
So, whoever killed this one, a few weeks later, they killed Tom.
Well, that makes you wonder.
Wonder what? What they've been up to since.
Carl!
CARL!
DISTANT BARKING
CARL!
Carl!
The cadaver's been well-preserved by the mud.
Suffered the same combination of violence as the first victim.
Strangulation, beating and shot in the head.
But there's an interesting twist.
You said before this one's been dead longer.
That's true but it's not the twist.
As a matter of routine, I analyse all the materials underneath fingernails.
You never know what a victim might gouge out on his last battle.
Clothes? Hair? Skin?
Indeed. And guess who's skin I found there?
The attacker's? Singular? Plural?
The first victim's. What, Tom's?
What? That's some twist. Isn't it, just?
The presence of Tom's skin needn't mean Tom killed him.
Merely means they had violent contact.
Violent or... Sexual.
Either way, it's possible that both men knew each other.
Paula, hit the gay community. Clubs, bars, chatrooms. See if it helps us ID the second victim.
So, what, you think that Tom might be implicated in this death?
Even if he was, someone else, or perhaps more than one person killed Tom.
So, we're still looking for a killer.
How did you get on with the crowd that Tom ran with?
All ravers, dope-heads and drop-outs.
Nobody saw anything out of the ordinary at the festivals.
Whatever out of the ordinary actually is for these people.
But there's no records of violence and their alibis all check out.
You sound almost disappointed.
All useless witnesses. Thought they'd make better suspects.
Ballistics?
Yep. It's as expected. Same gun used both times.
Apparently from the 1870s Colt Army range.
Popular with gun clubs. We have three local registered owners.
So, we have two dead young men with evidence of violence between them.
Possibly sexual.
But with a third party pulling the trigger on both of them.
Yeah? And the two victims knew each other.
How?
Could they be rivals?
Killed by a third rival? What kind of rivals?
Sexual, perhaps?
Your registered gun-owners, they all married, heterosexual?
As far as we know.
OK, let's put sexual to one side. Criminal rival?
Yeah, well, there's no evidence of that and Tom is a gay middle-class university drop-out.
Well, he's hardly gang material.
Any form on the gun owners? Yep.
One done for petty theft as a teenager. This guy's clean.
This guy, a boxing club owner, Peter Curren, has convictions
for staging illegal bare-knuckle bouts and dog fighting.
Illegal fighting?
DOGS BARKING
Argh!
I haven't done anything.
Oh, yeah? Then why did you run?
I'm arresting you on suspicion of illegal fighting.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned something that you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Jesus! Smells like an old man's armpit.
This could comfortably hold a bare-knuckle fight.
Complete with small, baying mob.
Any evidence? Money says that's blood.
Why floorboards in a barn?
All right, get forensics down here to cross check against our two victims.
What do you want me to do about the dogs?
Call the RSPCA. They'll have them destroyed.
All right. Then take them home and raise them as your own.
BARKING
Poor little bastards.
Leaving their desire to rip out my throat. Yes, I'd agree with you.
No, it's not in them to fight other dogs until it's put into them.
It's not you he wants to kill.
No, I know. It's all of us.
You still haven't told us why you ran when we turned up.
I just panicked. Old habits and all that.
I think your panicking days are over. You haven't got the legs for it.
Oh, what have we got here? Good cop, wannabe stand-up cop?
Tell us about the gun, Peter.
The what?
Your gun. Tell us about it.
My gun? I thought you brought me in on suspicion of illegal fighting.
Well, see, if you used your gun outside your gun club,
that would also be illegal.
I...don't...have...a...gun.
You're a registered owner of an 1870s Colt Army revolver.
Yeah, and if you were half the copper you think you are, lad,
you would also know that I reported that gun missing
at least six months ago, wouldn't you?
We'll check that. Good. Can I go now?
No.
Show him the pictures of the victims. Let's see his reaction.
Remember them?
No.
He's cocky. Very sure. I can't see the "tell".
They were both killed with a gun just like yours.
Like the one I used to have, you mean?
Look at the tracks on his arm, Alex.
He's a user.
A possible drug connection with Tom.
I see you've got something of a habit, Peter.
(MIMICS HER) I see you've got something of a habit, Peter.
You're concerned about my health now.
Well, I'm touched.
How lucky am I?
Huh? I've got the saint cop and the Muppet cop.
You see this victim here? I think he used to be a user.
Paths ever cross? No.
So, you don't know them?
Well, maybe if you'd had snaps of them looking a little less dead, Einstein...
The little one. Yeah. I'm here on my own free time...
He's hiding something. A double murder?
Or something to do with the tracks on his arm.
There's no evidence that he's a dealer.
Or that he's got any links to Tom.
Yeah, he's a good fighter. Completely blanked you.
Yep. I've got absolutely nothing on him.
No forensics, nothing circumstantial except the gun.
Shame I can't hold him so that we could go digging.
And that's exactly what you need to do.
Meaning?
He's a concealer. That thuggish persona? It's a mask.
Barn, cellar, spade.
Very good for the arms.
See you later.
HAUNTING SINGING
GURGLING
BABY CRIES
READS: Let the day perish wherein I was born
and the night in which it was said, there is a man child conceived.
Let that that day be darkness, let not God regard it from above.
Neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it,
let a cloud dwell upon it, let the blackness of the day terrify it.
I wanted to explain why this decision has been taken.
Sometimes one approach doesn't make headway where a different one might.
The fact that I also believe might help me gain Michael's confidence.
What do you mean, you also believe?
Michael doesn't.
It's this intransigence that suggests Graham should replace you as Michael's therapist.
I'm not being intransigent.
I'm being rational, logical.
I'm being very, very clinical in my assessment.
The bottom line is - Oh, I HATE that expression.
Hate it. It's so controlling.
The bottom line is that Michael needs a secure attachment
to a therapist who can respect his views.
So, you'll also respect his views on the merits of slow-cooking human flesh, will you?
For the record, Michael's very much in favour. With turmeric.
Do you have any idea how dangerous this man is?
I've read the file.
What about my other patients?
We'll see.
What does that mean?
It means we'll see.
He's playing the system, Governor Williams.
A man can be born evil yet saved through Christ.
Oh, a leopard CAN change its spots? You don't believe in salvation?
Religion might change the pattern on the fur, Graham,
but the teeth and claws, without long-term therapy, remain resolutely in place.
When Michael sets his bible aside
do you know what he's really thinking?
He's thinking about what he'd like to do to us.
Especially you.
Pray very, very hard you never find out what that actually entails.
BABY CRYING
DOORBELL
I was going to take this home and drink it alone,
but that would have been sad and rather pathetic.
So, I thought I'd drink it in company.
Still a bit sad and pathetic.
But if I have someone to refill my glass when I'm no longer able,
I can get so plastered it won't even bother me.
What's happened? I've been relieved of a patient.
Oh, come on, I'm much better at self-pity in someone else's kitchen.
Come on.
Corkscrew?
In there. Don't suppose there's any point putting that in the fridge?
It'd be a waste of cold.
Hi, Tony.
You still up?
Obviously. Stupid question.
No wonder I keep losing my clients.
I get half an hour longer now. Can we make popcorn?
I don't think your mum would approve.
I don't disapprove of you making popcorn, just the mess that you two leave behind.
So, maybe another time, Ben.
Is this yours? Yeah.
I like that.
Adam and Eve. That's a great tongue on the snake.
You can have it if you want. Mum doesn't believe in it.
Tony doesn't believe either.
No...
But if I put this up in my kitchen,
it'll be a good reminder to eat more fruit.
So, thank you, Ben. Thank you very much.
DOOR CLANGS
KEYS RATTLE
DOOR CREAKS OPEN
It's not as if I set out to be abrasive or upsetting.
No, it's just a talent you have. Like mine's scaring off men.
Initially I thought it'd be a good method to cut through the bollocks.
Though people often say I'm contrary for contrary's sake.
I have to admit, when I first started working with you,
I often thought "what a prick".
I mean, interesting prick, talented prick,
but prick was always the noun.
Thanks.
What if it's become my default schtick?
Your what? My trade mark.
What do you mean, IF?
Yeah. "Here comes that bit-of-a-prick Tony Hill,
ready to give the opposing view".
What if Michael has found something that is genuinely going to help him,
and I'm blinded to anything positive because of the oh-so-cynical mote in my eye?
Do you think a person can change?
He's not a person in the strict sense of the word, Alex.
He is an amalgam of competing personality disorders.
Oh, yeah.
Talking of which, we've identified the second victim.
He's a young guy called Andrew Dryden.
We're checking for any possible link to Tom.
Oh, and we should have a search warrant for Curren's place by tomorrow morning.
It's probably pointless.
Come on, Dr Hill. You've directed us to him,
and now all the pieces are about to fall into place.
So, here's to your instinct.
What's left of it. (SIGHS)
Tony. (GRUNTS)
Tony, lift your head up. (GRUNTS)
GUN IS COCKED
Finish him.
You or him.
Him or you.
PHONE RINGING He's bullshitting.
What if his transformation is real,
and I'm just too self-righteous to accept it?
After all, Tony, absolute certainty is the work of the Devil.
ANSWERPHONE: This is Tony Hill. I'm not here right now,
but please leave a message after the bleep.
BLEEP 'Tony, it's Governor Williams.
We have a situation.
Michael is refusing to speak to anyone other than you.'
Ask and it shall be given.
I prayed for Jesus to come into your life.
And lo, my prayers have been answered.
Let's not get carried away. I just bought a Bible.
But why?
Would it kill me to read it?
You've read it?
Started. With an open mind?
Well, if not completely open, then reasonably ajar.
But why?
You're my patient, Michael. And the Bible is obviously important to you.
And, well, to spring a lock, one must be familiar with the key.
I've missed our little chats.
You're the only intelligent audience I have in here.
Oh, dear. I thought our relationship went deeper
than merely spectator and performer.
Informed, critical spectator.
I'm a participant, Michael. Don't you forget it.
You see, that's what I like about you.
You're a bit of an arsehole. You won't kiss mine to get a result.
I value my lips too highly. Besides, there's no result with you.
You're what I call an 'indefinitely ongoing situation'.
What about salvation?
Oh, it's a nice word.
When we're finished here, let's keep in touch.
Finish? I've only just got onto Genesis.
Definitely.
Keep in touch. Oh, let's talk about your beliefs.
DOOR SLAMS
Keep in touch?
There you go, sweetheart.
BABY CRYING
Come on. OK?
The vicar! (LAUGHTER)
Hello, Peter. Remember us?
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Alex, how you doing?
We've arrested Curren. A barn full of bones.
There was more than one body? One human. Several dogs.
Say that again? Dogs.
Dogs?
As in 'woof-woof'. I'll be right there.
The winner lives to fight another day, the loser...
I imagine all these dogs are losers.
All lovingly shot in the head by their blubbering owners.
Do you think this poor sod went the same way?
Same head wound as the losers. Dumped in the same ground.
Boss? Found this hidden under the floorboards in a boxroom upstairs.
Good work. Fight, strangle, shoot.
What are you talking about? Order makes sense now.
It's the flip side of "kick, bullock and scramble".
What are you talking about? If you win you kick, bullock
and scramble away to fight another day. If you lose,
you're strangled and shot in the head.
Winner take all.
The human remains are male, under 40.
Broken metacarpal bones in the hand indicate a fight.
The gunshot wound to the back of the head matches Curren's gun.
Strangulation? Ah!
Oops, sorry. Just thought I'd ask.
It's impossible to tell with skeletal remains.
Some of the bone shows signs of deep animal tooth marks as well.
By animal, are we saying dog? I'm no veterinary orthodontist,
but considering the company he was found in, I'd say it's a safe bet.
So, not only dogs fighting dogs, but dogs fighting people?
You've got to admire our talent for dreaming up new forms of entertainment.
The bullet wounds?
Both man and beast shot with the same gun found at the site.
Definitely not the gun that was used to kill the other two? Correct.
Curren could be telling the truth about his revolver being stolen.
This guy's been dead a lot longer than Tom and Andrew.
And somewhere between them and him, Curren changed his gun.
Possible, but... Boss.
Andrew Hind's father is here to formally identify.
What took him so long? On holiday. Cruise in the Med.
Welcome home.
Quite.
Just trying to piece it together.
I think you already have.
You don't think Cullen killed the first two, do you?
Everything about Cullen screams 'thug'.
Thugs don't strangle.
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
'Look after yourself.'
Who is this?
ANSWERPHONE: 'You were called today. The caller withheld their number.'
So, you saw what exactly?
I was sure the van was following me.
But when I turned off the road, it carried straight on.
And then the phone call? Yeah.
Did it sound like an implied threat?
No. Not really.
It wasn't so much what he said...
But that he had your number and spoke to you?
Yes. I mean the van could have been my imagination...
But coupled with the phone call...
It's not just that.
Something else? It's going to sound really silly...
..but ever since we moved here, I've had this feeling I've been watched.
Could the change in environment be spooking you?
More animals out here, creeping round, making noises in the night?
What kind of animal do you know that can pick up the phone
and tell you to look after yourself?
These were all found buried under your barn.
No doubt they look a bit different to when you buried them.
Have a good look, Peter.
You take as much time as you need to re-familiarise yourself.
Who was he?
Best friend a man could have. Loyal. Intelligent. Sharp teeth.
Loved having his tummy tickled. (MANIC LAUGH)
Oh, yeah. Nice to see you again, boy.
Forensics have already matched your gun to the hole in his head.
Once they match your gun to you, you're looking at life in prison.
You might be needing that well developed sense of humour of yours.
You've gotta smile, haven't you?
Who is he, Peter?
He's a loser.
That's an interesting turn of phrase. It's worth pursuing.
A loser?
What? As in lost something?
A fight, perhaps? Humph!
He's a loser because he's dead. Haven't you heard love?
It's a dog-eat-dog shit world out there. Survival of the fittest.
We lost another muppet, boo-hoo. Next question?
OK. Did you kill him?
Can you prove I did?
You would be amazed.
Interesting he doesn't deny it.
He avoids...but perhaps he doesn't lie.
Our other two victims... What about them?
Are they muppets too? If you're dead, you're a muppet,
otherwise you'd find a way to stay alive, wouldn't you?
That it? Full stop?
That's it. Full stop. Pretty much, yeah.
I don't know these people. I don't know how they died.
If you think I'm going to confess, just so your boss can go down on you
you, my love, can go and fuck yourself.
That goes for you too, nosey parker.
Fuck you!
Fair enough.
Let's run the connections. OK. Three victims.
The last has no time frame, but killed before the other two.
The remains were found in Curren's barn. So who killed him?
Curren?
Fiver says Curren. Just a fiver?
Make that a million and a five. I agree.
So, if Tom killed Andrew,
do we think Curren killed Tom in addition with the body in the barn?
I found no link between Curren and Tom whatsoever.
Tom and Andrew were killed with the same gun. A Colt revolver.
But the body in the barn was killed with a shotgun. That's a divergence.
Let's not forget that the Colt's a gun type that Curren used to own.
But may have had stolen. All three were killed
with gunshots to the head. As did the dogs.
The loser's fate.
Except Tom and Andrew were strangled and as far as we know,
nobody strangled any dogs. Or if the barn victim was strangled.
Boss. We've got a possible ID on the body in the barn.
It's a Clive Hocker. He's a known grass with associations to Curren.
Well, he's unlike Tom and Andrew.
He's unlike them physically, too. He's shorter, fatter, older.
Shot in the head, yes. But with a different gun,
carrying a connection with Curren these two don't have.
Which suggests he was killed for a different reason.
We don't know if he was strangled so the MO might be different.
Now, listen to the interrogation tapes.
Curren never denied this murder.
But he has denied the other deaths.
And also, burial in a barn?
That suggests possessiveness, ownership on Curren's part.
Tom and Andrew, they were dumped on open ground, like a fly tip.
So you don't think Curren's guilty?
What? Of killing the victim in the barn? Guilty as sin.
But...in my opinion, I think that's all.
So, we're still looking for a killer?
Unless we have evidence to the contrary...yep.
READS: "Then Abram removed his tent
and came and dwelt in the plain of Mamre, which is in Hebron.
And built there an altar unto the Lord.
And it came to the pass in the days of Amraphel, king of Shinar,
Arioch, king of Ellasar, Chedorlaomer, king of Elam
and Tidal, king of nations. These made war with Bera,
king of Sodom and with Birsha, king of Gomorrah.
Shinab king of Admah and Shemember, king of Zeboiim" -
PHONE RINGS Oh! Jesus!
Saved by the bell.
Hello? Drop what you're doing.
With pleasure. We found two bodies tied together in the estuary.
In a nutshell -
the white guy has bruising, but importantly old and new bruising.
So, obviously from two separate incidents?
A-ha. And he's been strangled. Like the others.
And shot in the back of the head with the same gun
that killed Tom Farnborough and Andrew Hind.
Check the fingernails? Yes.
Scrapings of human skin?
You'll never guess though. Tom's.
Have you been checking my notes? Because that'd be cheating.
The bruising fits the time frame.
He kills Tom, sustaining bruising in the process.
Fights for his life a second time, sustaining fresh bruising
en route to being killed, but here's the interesting thing.
The fact that he's got Tom's skin under his fingernails when he died
means he wasn't able to clean himself between the two fights.
If you've just fought for your life, you'd want to clean up.
If you don't clean yourself, it's because you can't. If you can't -
So he was held captive?
This guy's thin, like Tom.
Prison rations?
Have you checked stomach contents? Blood and guts are next on the menu.
It might give you an idea as to where they were held.
What about this Asian guy?
Even more of a mystery. Shot with the same gun,
no sign of strangulation, or beating and fully clothed.
Change of plan?
Or not part of the plan.
We've got an ID on him from his student card.
His name is Carl Dujon.
He was seen leaving a party late last night with a friend.
White male. Mark Barron.
So, where's Mark now?
Eat.
Why are you doing this?
Take care of yourself.
I mean - Ssh.
Just eat.
I'm just wondering if we should be worried.
The latest two were found outside the cluster of the first three.
First three?
So we're still including the body in Curren's barn?
For the moment, even if Curren's got nothing to do with those deaths
it's interesting that his barn is near where their bodies were found.
Where were the latest two? In the estuary.
I think we're confusing where they were found
with where they were dumped.
Go further upstream...and see...
See, this stretch of river's within the same region as the others.
So, if...if they go...here?
We've got a shape.
So, potentially...in here is our killer.
Since you've got all the answers, why is the MO different for Carl?
There's no signs of fighting, no evidence of strangulation.
And he was fully clothed. Young like them. Fit, slim...
Asian. Perhaps the killer made that distinction.
Racial. But not necessarily racist.
So, he's probably white himself.
I think so.
But not because he hates Asians, but...
If we're right...then I think his targets are men like him.
But why? Sexual preference?
I thought we'd ruled out sex as a motive?
No, not sex. There's no evidence of sexual assault amongst any of them.
So, why is he targeting men like himself? What does he want them for?
Why's he making them fight each other?
Maybe it's just because he can. Because he's powerful.
He's the ringmaster and they're his animals.
So, this is what's evolved from dog fighting?
A fight club where combatants are forced to kill.
Or be killed. Yeah, it's a vicious club.
It's like gladiators. Yes.
And the victor gets to fight the new boy.
You know what happens to the loser?
You know, the question is what about the winner?
What's in store for them. Merely survival or something beyond that?
Is there an ultimate prize? And if so, what?
Just had Kerwin on the phone. Rohypnol in Carl's blood.
Caught and sedated. Definitely not an inter-species fight club.
Our killer's now a kidnapper.
What did you mean before when you said 'prize'?
Well, the theory of survival of the fittest is...
that every time someone wins a fight, they assume the position of, erm...
You know? The finch with the longest beak.
The monkey with the largest brain. That's the one.
In nature, the prize is staying alive.
But here, the twist is we have a God-like figure
selecting and pitting our competitors against one another.
I hate to drag the tone down, but me and Paula are going for a sandwich.
Do you want anything? No, I'm fine thanks.
Tony? I had a big breakfast, thank you.
All right. See you later. See you.
Thought you didn't do breakfasts?
What did Kevin just say?
They're going for something to eat.
After that, he said, "I'll see you later".
We should keep in touch.
"Keep in touch"...
Not "See you later" or "See you tomorrow".
This is such a regular question that it should be tattooed on my forehead
but what are you talking about?
"See you later" is what you say to someone you're going to see shortly.
"Keep in touch" is...
Oh shit!
DIALS A PHONE NUMBER
Come on.
PHONE RINGS
Come on.
SECURITY ALARM
# And in God's house forevermore, my dwelling place shall be...#
He asked to see the chaplain privately.
And you let him?
Would it kill me to read it?
My thinking I could lead you from temptation
was exactly how you reeled me in, Michael.
Good old Dr Hill's cynicism had them all defending your right to faith.
Opens the doors to extra privileges.
A little pop in visit by the chaplain - hey presto!
You've got another trophy for your collection.
Well done, Tony. You're a star.
Or an accomplice.
You certainly did that.
So, God made man in his own image.
All of us, or the best of us?
What about man, the lying, cheating, fornicating, killing machine?
GLASS SMASHES
Mum.
There's someone at the door.
OK. Go back to bed.
It's Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden.
Jesus! No, Jesus is a different story altogether.
This is about the father of all fathers, not the son of all sons.
Can I come in? No!
What do you think, Ben? Goodness, you're up late.
You woke me up. Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.
Did I tell you what a great picture this is? This is a great picture.
Adam and Eve. Ben. Go back to bed.
Can't this wait till the morning? No.
What is the one question we haven't asked?
Why now? Why the sudden flurry of corpses?
Because he's just getting going? Or because he's on a mission.
Working to a timetable. Heading towards a deadline.
Like God was when he created the Earth.
What's his mission?
God made Adam in his own image. Hm?
Why were all the fighters white?
Because he's white. Why are they all young, slim and good looking?
Because he is. Or was, or would like to be.
This isn't an open-ended sequence of fights, Alex. I am convinced.
I am convinced he is looking for his champion.
His Adam. And Adam was the father of mankind.
So, what if this guy IS on a mission and it's not to kill,
but ultimately to create?
What if he is selecting from the strongest and fittest to breed from?
Why doesn't he do it himself? Ah!
Maybe he's not up to it.
Impotent?
Well, that would rule Curren out.
According to his file, he's got kids up and down the country.
But then, how would he know when he selected a guy
that he's up to the job?
Ah. If that were to be the case, get rid and start again.
For all we know, he may already have done that.
So there could be more bodies? Exactly.
Tony, why don't you just pour tea into the sugar bowl and drink that?
Right.
So, if he is God and he's selecting his rightful Adam -
Yes?
..where's Eve? CLINK
And that's why this couldn't wait till tomorrow.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
No! No! No!
No! No!
Let me go!
No! Please, my baby!
Please! Please!
No! No!
No! No! Please!
TONY: Any sort of report of missing young women?
Nothing so far.
If he had a partner, wouldn't he use her as his Eve?
Well, he could, but if he had a partner
then she'd have to be as mad as he is.
Myra Hindley, Rosemary West -
Yeah, but I don't think he wants mad.
If you're repopulating the planet in your own image,
you want to start from a position of selecting the best.
Not what's already to hand. I think he knows who she is.
Really? How did you get there? There's little point
going through a protracted selection process for Adam,
then leaving him in limbo for however long it takes to find Eve. No.
Knowing where and who Eve is serves as a trigger to search for Adam.
So, Eve could be someone he encounters during the course of his day?
Yes, someone he can keep tabs on.
Someone he can move on easily when he's ready.
Boss. Curren has seen sense.
List of all fight club members. Man and dog.
Let's hope one of them stole his Colt.
OK. See if any of them live in the body drop area.
Also check for recent reports of stalking.
Or someone making a nuisance of themselves in the area.
He's operating in the area, not just using it as a body dump?
Geographically, it makes sense if he lives in the body drop area
that Paula plotted on the map, that area's rural.
Stomach contents of the last victim showed wild berries and rabbit meat.
Then our guy is a person living off the land.
And maybe food was scarce.
Hence that's why the bodies showed signs of malnutrition.
You don't think he's going to make the Eves fight each other, do you?
Hm? Oh no, no. Strength isn't necessary, fertility is.
There'll only be one Eve. And he'll be attracted to her.
His feelings for her might be the catalyst for this entire event.
He'll be obsessive with her and have fantasies about her.
But not idyllic fantasies where they're strolling through the Garden of Eden, hand-in-hand.
He doesn't do idyllic strolling. He does violence and murder.
And once his Adam's done the deed? He'll be surplus to requirements.
(WOMAN CRYING)
Please, can I have my baby?
Ssh.
Please, can I have my baby? (SCREAMS)
OK. I've got the list of local women who've been harassed this year.
Established contact with all but two.
One is a young mum, Ellie Jacobs, living alone with her baby.
Where?
Smack inside the geographical area.
All right, let's get her in.
We have a name from the fight club list who's a resident in the area.
Where exactly? An isolated small holding. No phone.
Name? John Taylor.
Right, you two check out the single mum. I'll call back up.
Let's go and visit John Taylor.
The winner fights another day. Loser dies.
Kill or be killed. What did Curren call the man he killed?
A muppet. The other bodies were dumped without respect.
It's more muppets. Curren's a very forceful character.
A weak-minded man could easily copy that distinctive view of life.
By stealing Curren's gun he has the power to apply it all by himself.
(WOMAN CRYING)
No! No! Please! Please!
Please don't hurt her. Please! I'll do anything!
Inside.
Please! Inside.
Please...no.
Get in the fucking cage!
Please!
Please! Please!
Please!
Where are we?
I don't know. Oh, God!
Why are we here?
I don't know.
KEVIN ON RADIO: 'John Taylor, divorced.'
Divorced when? 'Five years ago, not remarried.'
Any children? 'No children.'
Criminal record? 'Pulled him in a year ago.
He got into trouble for harassing a young mother at a garden centre.'
How much trouble? 'She claims he invited her home
and refused to let her leave until she had sex with him.
Slapped her about a bit, but she dropped the charges.'
OK, thanks.
First rumblings?
You read my mind.
Anything?
Ellie?
Shit.
She didn't go without a fight.
Boss, she's been taken. No question. Yeah, we're looking now.
Both of you stand.
DOG BARKING
Stand up.
No Ellie and no baby.
He probably has them both.
Everyone be aware, there may also be a baby inside.
Do it.
I want you to fuck her.
Or you die.
And her kid.
No. Please.
Do it. Do what he says.
MARK: I'm so sorry.
ELLIE: I know.
Tom Farnborough.
Ma'am, we've got something.
DOG BARKING
No! Not my baby!
Not my baby!
DOG BARKING
Is everyone in position? On my command.
Let me try and talk him out. Hold it. Tony, what -
He's holding at least three people in there, including a baby.
If he thinks he's cornered he'll start shooting.
What gives you immunity? Nothing.
But this is a man for whom violence is the norm.
Assuming he knows you're here, he must know he's outnumbered.
He's prepared for a siege.
He's preparing to end it all in violence. Starting with, I suspect, the baby.
Why the baby?
It's a symbol of his own failure.
DOG BARKS If I go in there,
I can make a connection that just might give him pause.
The surprise of another person understanding what he's doing,
it might throw him. Knock him off course. It might be enough.
And if it isn't?
DOG BARKING
One more step.
(BABY GURGLES)
Why do you need her if you're going to create your own?
Just give me the baby.
It's the mother you need, isn't it?
A fertile female to mate with your fertile male, your proxy?
But here's a thought, John.
You've tested for strength and fitness in your Adam.
That's still no guarantee he's got sufficient lead in his pencil.
Going to all that trouble only to discover his sperm count is low?
All that effort and you end up with...
..well, you.
No-one's allowed in here.
You pull that trigger and you're dead, John, you know that.
You'll be shot and that will be the end of you.
The world will carry on without you.
It'll be as if you never, ever existed. There'll be nothing.
No issue from you to continue in perpetuity.
There'll be no generations springing forth from your paternity.
That's what your wife wanted, but not what you want, is it?
Give me the child, John, and give yourself a chance.
John.
The child!
Shit. Move it! Armed police!
No!
DOG WHINING John!
(CRYING) And the Lord God formed man
from the dust in the ground.
Breathed into him the breath of life and man became a living soul.
(SCREAMS) That's what you want above anything,
isn't it, John? A living soul in your own image.
(LAUGHING) Armed police! Armed police!
(BABY CRYING)
Are you OK? Yeah.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
MICHAEL: 'And you said it wouldn't kill you to read the bible.
You were right to doubt my sincerity.
Glad to see you got my little note.
"And if any mischief follow, then thou shall give life for life."
"Eye for eye, tooth for tooth."
Promised I'd keep in touch, didn't I?
Now who's the informed critical spectator?
See you later, Dr Hill.'
Words cannot describe how dangerous Michael is.
And while he's still out there more people will die.
We know he was killed without any clothes. Why? Was he naked?
The victims get food in the bath. So they go with the killer,
get what's promised, then end up dead with a single stab wound.
KERWIN: The heart keeps beating, but the blood gets trapped.
Eventually, the heart drowns in its own blood.
ITFC Subtitles Matthew Bartley.