Seven images, not eight - one less than yesterday.
- I love you. - I love you too, but not enough.
It's like some being is allowing us a glimpse of what's to come.
- God's talking to Manchester? - This is a hoax, right?
There were eight images.
- Need any help? - No!
In this image, Jack's dead.
We changed the future.
He never learns how close he came to dying.
- It's not over. - How do you know, Christian?
No.
No!
It's my birthday.
Gunshot wound to the chest.
A paramedic pronounced at the scene.
- Do we have a suspect? - Lance Carol.
Nobody saw anything, of course.
God.
Ben, I walk into a room, you walk out. What's that about?
I thought that's how you wanted it.
Well, it's tough for the three of us.
- We should be supporting... - Don't worry about me.
I've got my kids, a life.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
We saw the future, Rebecca.
And that's quite a big...
I mean, personally speaking, I wish we hadn't.
And your answer's been to avoid me?
Well, for Christ's sake, a hole in space sent us messages.
I mean, forgive me if I find it a bit Armageddon.
Armageddon is the final battle between God and Satan.
If the bloody thing jams open, you never know who might come through.
I've just had a text from Prometheus.
Shit.
- Seven images? - The same as last time.
- 27/06. That was yesterday. - If it's the date.
27/06 could be the recording date,
not an indication of when the event takes place.
The assumption should be
the clock's ticking unless proved otherwise.
It's been a fortnight since the last images came down. Why the gap?
No images were generated or perhaps we simply failed to capture them.
As I'm sure you appreciate, you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act.
As far as your police colleagues are aware,
you're investigating science fraud on a day-to-day basis -
cover name, Operation Talisman.
Who does know about this?
The decision is not to concern other parties unnecessarily
until, Christian, we know exactly what it is we're dealing with.
I want the surveillance camera removed.
Yes, of course.
You're in early. Katie kick you out?
Dumped her.
- Jesus. Why? - "Love you, Gerry."
Next it'll be, "What time do you call this?" "Where you going?"
It's for the best. Nobody's hurt.
Only seven images? Or eight?
What are you hiding?
Another image of a dead Ben? Or is it my turn to snuff it?
I'm hiding nothing.
Why should I believe you? You lied to me last time.
On the evidence, you've absolutely no reason to believe me.
OK, convince me.
There are only seven images.
Any luck finding your wormhole?
It's not mine.
The images arrived at 4.32.
Following the usual timescale, the event will take place at 22.32.
We have 12 hours and 34 minutes.
I caught the word "we".
They have to be sent for a reason.
There is no evidence that they were sent.
All that is known
is they were transmitted back to us from the satellite.
The images aren't random.
Both times, they've led us to a major event.
They have to be deliberately chosen.
And if they're chosen, then somebody...
...some other being has to be behind it.
Is one interpretation.
Right ear - male, female?
- Lightish skin tone. - Not necessarily.
The image appears overexposed.
No earring. The injury?
Entry into the external carotid artery.
Without swift intervention, victim bleeds to death.
I've seen one before.
Could a stiletto heel make that wound?
The entry site's been damaged, indicating more than one blow.
In theory, with enough force, yes.
Katie here. Leave a message.
Hi. It's Russell.
Jenny told me.
Look, I... I'll catch you later.
Um, I hope you're all right.
0h, happy birthday, by the way.
Holly's.
- Is that someone's shadow? - Could be.
Nail bar, beauty salon, hairdresser - there can't be that many.
A handbag. Designer handbag? Not my area of expertise.
If there was or is to be an incident, obviously a woman's involved.
A high heel with what looks like blood.
Several reasons you break a heel -
caught between the cracks of a paving stone, running, running away.
Maybe she's running away from an assailant.
Maybe she is the assailant.
Check out male, female assaults and fatalities in Manchester last night.
We need to eliminate them.
Aerial shot?!
The tree's uprooted. Earth shrinkage?
It's fallen across something. A car, possibly?
"Eternity"?
Time, regarded as having no beginning and no end -
everlasting.
A timeless existence after death?
A bloody long time.
Yellow and blue squares.
Stuart?
My treatment program was cancelled, no warning. I wasn't informed.
I turned up and there was no-one there.
Sally couldn't get in this morning.
Come in on Monday. I'll move some appointments around.
I want it on my file that I attended on time.
Of course. Don't worry.
So, how are you feeling?
Fine.
No other problems?
No, not at all.
Good. Great.
Any worries, don't hesitate to ring, OK?
- OK, we'll see you at 4.30. - OK.
Can I help you?
Manicure? French polish?
Not today, thank you. Police officer.
Er, I didn't get a chance to read that.
DC Callum Gada.
Safer community initiative. You had any problems recently?
No.
Do you or any of your clients
wear pink, high, stiletto-heeled shoes?
What? So it's an offence now to wear high heels?
Or you got something against pink?
Health and safety. Fall off those, you can suffer a serious injury.
You, um, see anything,
if you have any trouble, ring me.
We just want you to be safe.
Thanks.
Have you seen evidence of unexplained energy
since the electromagnetic storm?
Negative particles?
Electron supernova gamma ray bursts?
What the hell are you doing?
In layman's terms?
If the images are being transmitted by a wormhole,
I need to know what caused... is causing it to open.
You know the conditions. You discuss this with no-one!
- Conditions or ultimatums? - How come the...
Sorry.
Tension in the dressing room?
The image of the tree.
An aerial shot at night. That's rare, isn't it?
Attempted sexual assault on a woman yesterday - 27/6.
I've got a candidate - Lucy Roberts.
Reported the assailant had a screwdriver.
Freeze it.
What?
Freeze it.
Get it back. Now.
This is... this is what? A joke?
When is it?
The last time, just after you placed your hand on the live wire.
What? I'm dead?!
Somewhere. Yes.
You didn't think to warn me?
I was about to die and it slipped your mind?
I thought I was protecting you.
Protecting me would have been locking me in a cell.
Stupid idea.
Couldn't risk spoiling the great experiment.
- I withheld the image. - She knew. You knew.
- Towards the end, yeah. - The MoD?
- You didn't die, Ben. - Oh, great.
Thank you for that.
You're playing with people's lives.
What, you think you're God now?
You've no idea, have you, how excited you'd get - how obscene that is?
Why did?
You denied me the opportunity to say goodbye to my kids.
Oh, Ben...
My life, my death.
What the hell were you doing?
What?
Expect I'd run away?
We'll tell the MoD I don't need you.
I'm not making this easy for you.
I promise I've concealed nothing else from either of you.
According to Christian, only seven images arrived this time.
I believe him.
At the moment, we assume this is an extremely violent
possible sexual assault on a woman.
I suggest you visit yesterday's victim.
Lucy Roberts?
Make absolutely certain that she's not the person in the image.
This is unprecedented, Callum. I have to make difficult decisions.
I know how hard the notion of changing...
If you'd rather stay here as office furniture...
No! No, I've got a role to play here.
I'm beginning to understand that.
Holly's?
Nothing yet. No pink stiletto, couldn't spot the bag.
A fallen tree, Eternity, yellow and blue squares.
Potential assailant.
Registered sex offender?
Addresses of probation officers, outreach programs.
We'll divide them up. Anyone behaving suspiciously.
Callum.
Thank you.
His name's Gerry Mortimer.
We're working together.
Yeah, Mortimer.
Right. He was with you for a couple of months last year.
Just... I wondered how you got on with him.
- Mrs Roberts? - Yes.
Detective Sergeant Holt. I'm sorry - I'm late.
I was supposed to liaise with my uniformed colleagues.
I realise Lucy's had a terrifying night.
Do you think she'd feel up to clarifying a few details for me?
Anything that might help us catch this bastard?
You don't trust me either?
I thought you might appreciate the company.
Your car's over there.
Dr King allowed DS Holt to see the image of his own death.
Is he deliberately trying to sabotage the team?
No, of course not.
It was an accident.
He should be in the control room. Where's he going?
Thanks so much, Mrs Roberts.
Yep?
Lucy Roberts?
Night-hiker. Man claiming to be a mini-cab driver.
Something about the description...
What about the pink stilettos, neck wound?
No, Lucy was lucky. Security guard heard screaming.
Right, so she's not our victim?
0ur assault definitely hasn't happened yet?
I want you to get...
Ben?
Bryn, mate, it's Ben.
Listen, I saw a report - sexual assault,
victim's name Lucy Roberts.
Guy in a BMW claiming to be a mini-cab driver. Sounds familiar.
Can you send me the E-FIT?
Ta.
Yellow and blue squares.
This is it.
Sorry, who are you representing, DI Flint?
Operation Talisman.
We're interested in sex offenders in your books,
excluding paedophiles.
The MO of the offender may include carrying a weapon,
wounding...
I've only one fits that profile. Stuart Taylor.
Rape. Stabbed his victim in the face with a steel nailfile.
- What did he get? - He served 7 of 10.
He's been out a month.
Victim's name?
Paula Wilby.
What's Taylor like?
He's a fantasist. Poor social awareness.
He was cautioned before attacking Paula,
but he was judged not to be dangerous.
A woman looks at him, he interprets it as a come-on.
- When did you last see him? - This morning.
He was due to be on a behavioural program.
He responds better in a structured framework.
Unfortunately, the class was cancelled.
You just let him walk out?
As opposed to what? Chaining him to the radiator?
His behavioural therapist - did a tree come down near their house?
Sally - treatment manager? Yeah.
Smashed her car. A write-off, apparently. How did you know?
What street does she live on?
Tullwood. Is that relevant?
Do you know what "team" means?
Hmm. A number of people working together on a common task?
Two or more draught animals harnessed together?
- How did you know about the tree? - It was a guess.
- You never just guess. - It was an educated guess.
I have to be somewhere and I can't take you with me.
Hello?
We have a suspect rapist, name of Stuart Taylor,
attends the Brightview drop-in centre.
- See if he's there. - What do I do if I find him?
Keep him under surveillance.
We need enough circumstantial to have his freedom removed.
Yep?
I need you to go over to Clifton Way Hostel.
It's looking like our man could be a Stuart Taylor.
You OK?
Fine.
I use the computer between 3.00pm and 5.00pm.
Not on a Friday.
It's not my fault if the course was cancelled.
- Your name's down for tomorrow. - That's not the point.
There's a group discussion in five minutes if you've got any problems.
I don't have any problems.
You might find it interesting, Stuart.
Paula?
My name is DI Flint. Rebecca.
I'd like to talk to you about Stuart Taylor.
Why?
I believe that in just under seven hours
Taylor will seriously assault and rape again.
I was hoping something...
anything I learnt from you may help me stop him.
Thank you.
I was walking through Felix Park. It was a lovely warm evening.
I glanced at a man sitting on a bench.
I remember thinking, "You must be hot."
I don't usually take the alley down to the road, but just this once.
I heard footsteps. They were speeding up.
An arm came round my throat. This smell, cheap aftershave.
Next I'm on the ground.
The man from the bench was on top of me. I was screaming.
My bag was on the ground, everything spilling out.
He picked up a nailfile, metal nailfile,
drove it through my cheek, speared my tongue to the bottom of my mouth.
It was over in seconds.
Then afterwards...
Afterwards, he did this thing.
What?
Tidied my hair.
There was hair in my eyes. He tidied it.
Are you still angry?
Every day.
Me too.
See you.
Oi!
Been at the mini-cabbing again, Ed?
- What? - Lucy Roberts.
Lovely girl. Reminds me of my daughter.
This time I'm having you, you filthy little shit.
Go on, try it. Can't touch me.
I'm immortal.
Ed Fields, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of attempted sexual assault on Lucy Roberts.
You do not have to say anything.
What?
Taylor's our assailant. Have you checked out his hostel?
I'm on it.
But it may harm your defence if you do not mention...
I'm not coming.
It's your birthday party. You've got to be there.
If you're worried about Gerry, I'll sort him.
I just feel stupid and miserable. The party's paid for.
Just tell everyone to go ahead and have a great time.
This is crazy.
I'll be OK, honest.
Have you ever seen the aurora of Jupiter's north pole?
An ultraviolet image of Jupiter's north pole.
It's ultraviolet. Businesses using ultraviolet lighting.
Looks like Stuart's left. Do you want me to tell him that you called?
If you could just ring me when he returns?
Has he committed an offence?
No.
Then I don't feel comfortable spying on him.
"Trust in the Lord. He shall direct your way."
I'm looking for Stuart Taylor.
Sorry, you just missed him.
Shit.
Are you sure? Only he told me he was in room 12.
- Room 1. - Room 3, mate, please.
Cheers.
Yeah?
Becky Stone. I rang earlier about hiring a room for a private works do.
To the right.
There's a party tonight.
Midweeks are easier to book at short notice.
My mate Stuart Taylor recommended you. Do you know him?
No. Not a regular.
Well, perhaps you remember our friend Louise,
always goes clubbing in pink stiletto heels.
So many girls come here. Dark lighting.
Besides, who's looking at their feet?
It's a hand stamp for re-admission.
It's ultraviolet. Turn on the torch.
- It's still yesterday's date. - I haven't changed it yet.
If the image is the back of a hand, we're too late.
Whoever it belongs to was here yesterday.
No authority to access CCTV, not enough time to go through it...
- Maybe Taylor's already attacked her. - Not necessarily.
Club stamps are hard to wash off.
- You were a clubber? - Yeah.
Any reason why I shouldn't be?
Where have you been?
Arresting Ed Fields for attempted sexual assault on Lucy Roberts.
I ordered you to track down Taylor, not meddle in another case.
Lucy Roberts was attacked. I got the bastard who did it.
Ed Fields. I thought you'd empathise with that.
Are you deliberately trying to sabotage this?
Oh, for Christ's sake.
So where's Taylor?
I checked his room. It's clean.
Where is Stuart Taylor, Ben?
A serial sex offender is off the street.
And another one is out there.
This isn't about solving crimes.
Not even about keeping people alive. It's about you and your ego.
I spoke to Taylor's victim.
I saw the scar on her face.
An inch closer and he'd have taken her eye out.
I understand it's personal.
You know things about me, Ben.
You do not know me.
Taylor's victim mentioned the smell of aftershave.
There was a smell in his room. Cheap aftershave.
Oh, Ben.
- Get his description circulated. - How? He hasn't done anything yet.
Any sign of him?
No.
I accessed Taylor's profile.
He always stayed within a three-mile radius of where he was living.
That would include Holly's.
Go back there.
Were any of the women at Eternity last night?
Take a picture of Taylor.
Do they recognise him?
What's in the box?
The cake. But guess what? She's not coming.
She's not coming to her own party.
Sorry, that's, er... I'll give her a ring.
You don't talk to her again.
No wonder you never stay in one place.
I made some calls.
Jesus, man. All those women.
What about them? They were off their faces.
What are you gonna say next? They asked for it?
Begged, mate. Begged.
I was joking.
Things got out of hand for a little while.
Mixed signals.
My mistake.
Nothing's happened again.
Ask Katie.
You leave her alone.
She doesn't want you anywhere near her.
Understand?
Sure.
You need help, you sick bastard.
I panicked. You said you loved me and I panicked.
I'm a shit, I know.
It's your party. You've got to come.
No.
I feel crappy enough as it is.
We can talk, you know, go somewhere quiet.
You hurt me.
I won't hurt you again, I promise.
There are things I haven't...
There are things I haven't told you, Katie.
I haven't told anyone.
Please. Come tonight.
You don't know this, but you're a very special person.
Just give me a chance.
Thank you very much. Bye.
Hey, it's my guardian angel.
Do you know this man? Have you noticed him hanging around?
No.
- Who is he? - Just someone we're interested in.
If you see him, ring me immediately, OK?
OK.
Were you or any members of your staff at the club Eternity last night?
No, just some drinks after work and then we shared a cab home.
What are you doing tonight?
- Working. Cashing up. - I wasn't...
That sounded... It's my job...
To keep us safe. It's fine.
I'm really grateful.
It's not often the police round here give us much respect.
- Understand? - Yeah.
You're a good man. Bless you.
- Right. Thanks. - Well?
No sign of Taylor at the drop-in centre or the hostel.
No-one at Holly's salon recognises Taylor.
They weren't at Eternity nightclub last night.
That doesn't rule him out.
Maybe Taylor's the one with the stamped hand.
Anyone could have a bloody stamp.
Assailant, victim, witness. This is crap policing.
Why are we assuming it's Taylor?
The yellow and blue squares.
He raped a woman and stabbed her through the face.
Did you check out the guys at Eternity?
Jesus, you're fixated just cos you want it to be Taylor.
I don't want it to...
Is it me?
You're the assailant?
What if I, we, are the mechanism
that inadvertently provokes the incident?
Last time...
Last time, I annoyed Ben, I sent him away.
As a result, he comes within a fraction of dying.
What if it's my investigations that are somehow triggering it?
We walk away, back off, the assault doesn't happen?
You've been part of this process since you arrived this morning.
Here's a radical thought. Let's stop the process!
Now you're feeling sorry for yourself.
In less than two hours, a woman is gonna be savagely attacked,
probably raped,
bleeding to death,
possibly because of me.
What do I do, Christian?
Tomorrow morning there's a report.
"Woman found. Fatal wound to right external carotid artery."
Which is the bigger risk -
do something or do nothing?
That's the nature of knowledge.
There's no way back.
Gerry Mortimer. Employee at Eternity.
- I met him. - He moves around a lot.
I spoke to one of his previous employers.
- Allegations of date rape. - Was he charged?
No.
Women were drunk. He claimed it was consensual.
Then why would he have had anything to do with Outcome Initiatives?
He went there with a mate, he's shagging one of their staff,
I don't know.
Gerry Mortimer, please.
He's on his break, mate. Can I help?
Do you know where he's gone? I've got that money I owe him.
Um... cafe. Cardwell St, I think.
OK. Ta.
He's on a break, allegedly.
Did you check Gerry Mortimer's hand?
He works there. Why would he need a stamp?
He was bored, messing about. See if I can track him down.
Late-night closing, Fridays.
Maybe he's heading to Holly's.
Whatever happens happens outside Holly's.
- Hello? - DI Flint.
I'm enquiring about Stuart Taylor.
Oh, he's not here.
I told you, if Taylor comes back, I'll call you.
- Bye. - See ya!
Where the flower was it's yellow.
If the leather is brown...
The handle appears a strange consistency.
Marzipan melting in the heat. It's a cake.
A designer cake. Not a handbag.
"Happy birthday, Katie", maybe?
- The Eternity stamp... - Was for yesterday.
Cannot be seen unless it's under ultraviolet light.
Perhaps if Katie is the victim, she's going back.
Gerry Mortimer. Ben was right.
Any sign of Mortimer?
No.
I was wrong. He's our man.
Get to Eternity nightclub now.
You changed your mind.
I'll see you later.
Shit.
Hello?
Callum, get yourself over to Eternity nightclub, private party.
Callum?
Can you hear me, Callum?
Callum?
Hiya.
Do you wanna go somewhere quiet?
- Stay away from her. - Back off, Russell.
Katie's here to see me. Aren't you, birthday girl?
Do you think she's special? Think she cares about you?
One call. That's all it took.
You poor, sick bastard.
Katie...
He said he wanted to talk.
- We were just gonna talk. - I don't care.
I'm so stupid!
I love you.
Hold on! What are you doing?!
- Sorry. - I'm off!
- I thought... - Leave me alone!
Where are you going?
Katie? Katie?
Katie?
Has anyone seen Katie? Have you seen Katie? The birthday girl.
The girl whose party it is.
Argh!
Russell?
Anyone seen...
Oh, shit.
Ohh...
Gerry, is that you?
Not outside.
Here... in here.
I don't understand.
Has anyone seen Katie?
Oh, sorry.
You gave me a fright.
No.
No!
No! Go away.
No!
Stuart Taylor, I'm arresting you on suspicion of intent to rape.
Her heel broke! I was trying to give her her heel.
There's not enough to charge him.
He was gonna rape her - worse!
The woman you allege he intended to assault
said she was surprised when she saw him,
as a result, became scared, she turned and ran, then tripped.
Couldn't be bothered to do the paperwork, Rob?
What did you say, she'd be ripped to shreds in the witness box?
- She made that statement voluntarily. - What about next time?
We get DNA and put the pervert behind bars.
It's too late. For the victims, it's too late.
I thought you were on some attachment.
Talisman?
Science fraud. Boring as hell. Never know where it might take us.
It's the result.
The result that counts.
Today, I thought I had the perfect solution.
Victimless crime.
You saved Katie.
How many others will Stuart Taylor go on to rape?
This isn't justice.
Isn't my job.
Why do you believe
you're responsible for Stuart Taylor's actions?
I don't have a clue what I believe.
Science. Some alien puppeteer.
Who am I supposed to trust? The MoD?
You?
Aerial shots at night -
you never did explain.
You need extremely specialised and dedicated equipment.
There are very few cameras capable of taking such shots.
So we should be able to find out where it was taken.
My earth observational satellite, Prometheus II...
...took this image at 22.32.
It's identical to the image that came down last night.
What, the images aren't just coming randomly from space?
One of them was taken directly by your own satellite?
- It appears so. - How?
I don't know.
A satellite that only you can operate, Christian?
I believed only I could operate.
Then who? Who's doing this?
I... I have no idea.
We've got 4.5 hours and no leads.
- Why 12 images this time? - Why seven last time?
Prometheus II is solely designed to take photos.
- Who for? - Ministry of Defence.
Could they be controlling it?
- The man in the photo is dangerous. - You're starting to freak me out.
Ben?!
It's not him, it's them.
At 8.27 tonight, two people are gonna die.
You've got to call it.