(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, I 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)
(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 #
# 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 #
(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 #