[scrambled voice] Hello officers.
My condolences on the death of DS Gavin,
but I had to kill him.
He was getting too close
and I still have people to punish.
Your move, DI Carver.
Received two hours ago.
I need detailed analysis of this.
Ambient noise, background, voice profile.
Macca, keep trawling through the files.
DS Gavin must have been onto something.
I think that's why he was killed in an old crime scene.
Psychological input, let's get a profile of this wanker.
We need all the help we can get.
And one thing we do know
is that this character isn't working alone.
I'm just saying there's a person there right, working the puppet.
I mean obviously.
Thanks, Boss.
Yeah, there's a person there working the puppet.
So let's catch them.
Good. Back to work everyone, thank you.
Feel free to chip in at any time mate.
You're going into this with your arse facing backwards, Roy.
Well first of all, my arse is meant to face backwards.
And second, how's that little tree supposed to help?
Everything's connected, Carver. Lines intertwining.
Is this your thing now?
You cracked the code on a mobile phone
and suddenly you're Sherlock fucking Holmes?
Which makes you the...
other one.
Who he hangs around with.
[whispering] Fuck's sake.
I know how he's choosing his victims.
They've all been male, right.
[papers rustle]
This guy was a member of a gym.
[sinister music playing]
Strong.
This one was a banker. Greedy.
Clever.
Messy.
Lazy.
[sinister music playing]
Bastard's making his way through the Mr Men books.
[chatter starts]
Next victim's gonna be Uppity, Topsy-Turvy
or possibly have very long orange arms.
-Mr Tickle? -You got it.
Watch your back when he gets to Mr Bellend.
[woman] Are serial killers born or made?
Predetermined or self-willed?
It's nature versus nurture folks Our topic for next week.
Remember, if you're not having nightmares
you've not been paying attention
[students chatter]
[door opening]
Professor McAllister? DI Carver, DI Major.
We spoke briefly on the phone.
[sighs] Ah, yeah. The serial murders.
Yeah, I got the video you sent.
So, what can you tell us?
I can tell you I don't work for the police.
-Prefer being useful. -Ouch.
He may kill again. You could help us stop him.
[sighs]
Is there any sexual motive?
No he just wants you to help him out.
[Dr McAllister clears throat]
Your killer used the word punish.
To me that says Catholic, and, why the puppet?
He's keeping his crimes at a distance,
shifting responsibility.
It's... sorry excuse me. That's permanent marker.
First victim killed on a Monday.
He took the next one out on Tuesday. He was on a roll
on Wednesday.
-You're saying? -I'm saying...
I don't think we can rule out Craig David at this stage.
-Is he definitely with you? -Unfortunately, yeah.
Look, we could do with your expertise, please just come
and have a look at the files.
I'm sorry, DI Carver, me and the police, [groans]
uh, we're not a good mix.
I'll stay here till you change your mind.
Be my guest.
I'll make him stay here till you change your mind.
[John] Seven days,
seven dwarves.
Roy, what was the grumpy one called?
Hmm? It'll come to me.
[dramatic music playing]
[engine revs then stops]
[over tannoy] DC Chakrabati to forensics.
Ah! There you are.
We've got the killer's name.
What?
The Night Terror.
Because he strikes at night and he's scary.
I started with the London Strangler
but I dunno it felt a bit route one, plus,
he doesn't actually strangle people, um...
What about Puppet Master? Because of the, the you know the
Oh, oh that's good. Why didn't I think of that?
Follow me.
-Puppet Master or Puppeteer? -Master of Puppets?
[John] Oh, that is gold.
[metal door opens chattering]
[metal door closes chattering]
[phone ringing]
I'm really sorry, can I just take this?
Hello, Kel.
Uh, so, I heard about the case the serial killer,
that you need a psychology expert, so.
-You see the thing is Kel-- -Well maybe I can help?
I know there's like a load of history between us
but I really think that, that John has moved on.
You know, so maybe, uh,
you and I don't need to avoid each other so much.
[Roy] No, I've found someone.
Oh?
Great!
[Kelly] That's good, I'm really happy for you.
-What? -What?
[Roy] I've found a psychologist. For the case.
Yes, that's what I was meaning, Roy [chuckling]
I appreciate your offer,
but she's a professor of forensic psychology so--
Sorry, Roy, I have to go, there's someone waving at me.
-[disconnected dial tone] -Kel?
[copy machine whirring]
Ma'am, I'm really sorry about that.
These are the five victims identified by DS Gavin,
who, unfortunately, became victim number six.
We still don't know why the killer's targeted them.
It's not about the victims.
Serial killers are egotists.
You need to ask what it is about him--
[John] Roy, I've got it!
Anagrams. Bastard likes to play games.
This is one of them.
-I think it's very unlikely-- -Puppet Master,
four vowels, eight consonants.
Now, if I'm right, we're looking for someone called either
Peter Pumptas,
Pam Turpsdeep,
or long shot this Pete Sampras,
if you swap some of the letters round for different ones.
So you think the killer is an anagram
of a nickname that you've made up?
Mm-hm.
And how does that work?
Well, you just jumble some of the letters round.
Can you just give us a minute, please?
-Yeah. -Just give us a minute, please.
Here's an anagram for you. You're a tucking fwat.
-T-U-- -We're trying to focus here.
Yeah, and I'm trying to help. I've got unique skills, Carver.
You should be exploiting them.
Yeah you're right. We're slowing you down.
You should be pursuing those leads.
Yes!
So, why don't you go and find yourself a special room
where no one can disturb you
and you can come up with as many theories as you can.
Then what?
Well then you get all your ideas together.
Mm-hmm.
-You stay there for a bit longer -Mm-hmm.
Come up with some more.
Mmm.
Okay good plan. Great plan.
Oh, you've started, nice one.
I'm really sorry about Major.
Yeah, I'm starting to see why
you've not made much progress on the case.
You see, the thing is, he's digitally augmented.
What's that mean?
I don't know.
To be honest with you I don't quite the words to describe him.
I can think of a few words to describe him.
[both laugh]
You know what? The other day,
he tried to set me up with the victim's widow.
Lucky widow.
[dramatic music playing]
-Uh. I'll just get... -[chuckles]
I'll just get them files yeah. Go and get them files.
Um, would you... fuck. Do you, do you want a brew?
Yeah, sure.
Yeah. Oh, sorry, Sam, sorry love.
[crashing and rumbling]
Sorry, Macca.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Puppet Master on computer] He was getting too close,
and I still have people to punish. Your move, DI Carver.
Up until now all his victims have been random.
Probably people who annoyed him, cut him up in traffic.
Up until now?
Well, now he's addressing you, by name.
Saying I'm next?
No, I'm saying he'll target someone you're close to.
Not a police officer, but, um, a wife?
Husband?
No, no there is no one.
Kids? Parents, uh, a sibling?
Close friend? Cousin?
A neighbour you really get on with?
No one special?
No, there used to be but, uh...
no, I'm, I'm single.
-Well that's good news for me. -Eh?
It gives us a blank slate.
Um, it lets us choose the next target.
Oh, I see. Uh, you mean, use them as bait?
He's gonna hit someone. This way,
we can protect that person, and catch the killer.
I'd suggest a criminal. Someone you've got history with.
I don't know maybe...
uh, a low level drug dealer.
[dramatic music playing]
So, to recap, you want me to act as a bait for a serial killer?
I'd love to but the thing is I've got yoga tonight,
and I've missed the last two weeks, so...
Come on, Cleasby, think about it
It'll earn you some brownie points with the police.
I don't need any brownie points. I've cleaned up my act.
Have you? Bollocks. Once a scrote, always a scrote.
Well that's very persuasive, but, it's a no from me.
Alright fine. Fine, I'll leave you to it.
Let's just hope this serial killer isn't watching now
choosing his victim.
[yells] See you later, lad. It's been lovely to see you.
-[yells] I've missed you. -Okay, shh.
-[yelling] My best mate this! -Shut the fuck up.
-[yelling] Bessie mate from uni! -Okay, shut the fuck up, okay.
I'll... what do you need?
All right, look, you'll be shadowed at all times, right,
and I can guarantee your safety. 24/7 protection.
Shadowed by who? Not Major, he's a fucking liability.
No, of course not. I agree with you 100%.
Don't worry about him. It's all sorted. Come on.
-Whaaat? -Uh, uh.
I'm sorry doctor, but I've requestioned this area
-as an investigations hub. -What have you done to my lab?
I've requestioned this area as an investigations hub.
No unauthorised persons beyond this point.
It is a matter of the highest level of security
Okay? Oh yes, uh, one pepperoni extra cheese,
and a barbeque meat feast? Lovely, just pop it over there,
please mate.
No, you can't do this. I need this space. It's my space
I'm sorry, Dr Parfit,
but I'm trying to catch a serial killer.
I know you are.
-[whispering] Well, then. -Y...
[pizza man] Where shall I...
Just pop 'em down anywhere, mate.
Yeah, just shift that stuff out the way. It's only science.
[groans]
Lot's to do.
[exhaling angrily]
Problems have solutions, Alison.
Disconnect his brain stem in the night.
[scoffs]
[chuckling] No one would know.
[toilet flushing]
[door unlocking]
I take it that was DI Major you were planning to kill?
I was just...
letting off a little steam.
Don't let me stop you.
If you need an alibi,
Someone to hold him down while you murder him,
say the word.
It's okay, thanks.
He's not still living in your lab is he?
The lazy bastard, kick him out.
I can't kick him out.
Well, I fucking can.
[yelps]
How would you get inside the mind of a puppet master?
[deep sigh] Good question.
By becoming a puppet master.
[dramatic music playing]
Uh, back off we do... I'm doing police work in here.
Dr Parfit wants her lab back.
And she'll get it once I've finalised...
Now!
Carver said I should be focusing on my theories.
I'm a valuable tool in this investigation.
I agree. You are a tool.
-Carver's patronising you. -What?
[giggling] No, he's not.
You're collaborating with a glove puppet.
It's not a glove, it's a sock.
[eerie music playing]
Carver sent you here so that he could work the case without you.
Why would he do that?
Because you're a pain in the fucking arsehole.
With... with positive qualities, as well.
[eerie music playing]
[under his breathe] I don't believe this.
What was that eye thing all about?
Not sure. I guess it's the new AI settling in.
It's creepy.
Feels like someone else watching me through his eyes.
What?
It's like there's someone else in there.
You know it's been really nice spending time with you today
and I hope that we can do it again soon.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
[Roy] Where are you going?
You can't leave, the killer's still out there.
I'm not a police officer.
I've told you how to find him. You people have to do the work.
Hey what are you doing here?
You're meant to be surveilling Clearsby?
We got recalled back to the office.
-So who's with him? -I don't know.
Shit!
[phone ringing]
[Roy] Clearsby, there's been a fuck up.
Your surveillance has been recalled.
What the fuck?
You said I'd be safe, you promised me.
Where are you? What's your location?
[indistinct over the phone]
Just fucking get here, okay.
Okay, look don't move. Stay out in the open.
Yeah I'll be there as soon as I can.
[inhales and sniffs] Oh, come on.
[paper tearing]
We've got him.
[yells angrily] Fuck's going on, Carver?
Uh, not, not now please...
Well you've been side-lining me, right? Don't deny it.
You've been wasting my time.
Wasting your time? What? You've been wasting my time.
What's with all this bonsai bollocks?
I've been trying to help you.
Help me? You wanna help?
Alright do the right thing.
[yelling] Back off!
You know what, I won't back off.
I wanna do the right thing, Carver.
It's all I've wanted ever since my dad's funeral.
A chance to be a decent copper, and a better man.
We're about to catch a serial killer, John.
You can't be a dick.
Why would you even think that?
For starters you're wearing a glove puppet.
It's a sock puppet.
I won't be a dick.
I will do whatever you tell me, when you tell me,
anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
Those last two mean the same thing.
Do they?
-Yeah. -Oh.
This could be dangerous.
Why don't you go and get me a vest.
[metal cluttering]
Roy? Roy?
Fucking bastard. Where's he gone?
This puts me in an awkward situation.
Well, I'll make it easier.
You tell me where he's gone or I do you for obstruction.
Yeah, that does make it easier.
[dramatic music playing]
Gotcha! [blows]
[engine whirring]
[car door closes]
[trembling and whispering] Fuck!
Come on, Clearsby. Lure the bastard out for us.
[car engine whirring]
[suspenseful music playing]
[trembling and whispering] Oh, sh... oh, shit!
[car door closing]
Who's that?
-Clearsby? -Oh, fuck!
You're the puppet master.
The what?
What the fuck are you doing?
[grunting]
[Clearsby groaning] Oh!
Shit!
[car door closing]
[engine revs]
DI Carver in pursuit of suspect! Request back up!
[Clearsby yelling] What the fuck are you doing? Oh, oh!
[John] Disregard, DI Carver.
Suspect is in custody heading back to SIU.
[engines rev]
Disregard, DI Major!
Suspect heading south east on Lower Leak crossing.
[Clearsby] Oh, my fucking head! What the fuck are you...
Repeat, suspect in custody.
Also I'm being pursued by a vehicle.
Registration Yankee... uh, geezer...
John, is that you driving a silver Audi?
-Might be. -Pull over you fucking knobhead!
[Clearsby] Pull over, please.
[Clearsby yelling] Oh, let me out! Let me out!
Stay back, Carver. This is my arrest!
You've arrested the victim, you dickhead!
What?
Didn't you think it was a bit of a coincidence
that out of all the people in the entire country
the murderer turns out to be Clearsby?
I thought everything's, you know, interconnected.
I tell you what is interconnected.
Us. Not catching a serial killer.
And you being an incompetent fucking moron.
Ooh.
I'd like to make an official complaint.
Me too, lad.
-Uh, whoa, whoa, hey, no, don't. -Sorry about this.
[Clearsby] No! Don't close it! Oh, for fuck's sake!
Uh, shall I let him go in the passenger seat, Roy?
Put him where you fucking want.
I'll see you back at the...
[DCS Dennett] Forgive me if I'm wrong, but...
I thought you two were meant to be partners!
We had a failure of intelligence, boss.
[quietly] You got that right.
Professor McAllister falsely believed
the killer would target Clearsby.
Well there's nothing false about it. Take a look at this.
It just came in.
[Puppet Master] Nice try, DI Carver.
But it looks like your bungling udithrtner
ruined your feeble trap. This is my time. Not yours.
And now you've brought in a psychologist just for me.
I'll have to be extra careful.
See he was right there. I could've had him.
Would've had him if you'd worked as a team.
From now on you're together at all times.
Understood?
Roger that.
Because I've been thinking,
Chinese horoscopes.
Cleasby's a rat, yeah?
Previous victim drove a Fiat Panda.
Which isn't technically one of the signs...
[sinister music playing]
[computer whirring]
Oh, shit!
[computer beeping]
[closing theme playing]