Here at King's Cross Museum...
Where we're getting unconfirmed reports that a mass grave has been discovered.
- How many? - Six, I think. Maybe seven.
Eight.
My priority is to secure the integrity
of the forensic and pathology investigation,
so, whatever you need.
To ensure that integrity,
I'd like to set up an emergency mortuary here
at the station.
You shouldn't be here, Mr Jones.
I've found an ex-partner of body eight.
Tentative ID is Kacper Tadych.
Partner's name is Anna Gorska.
That's Kacper's belt.
Body five. Our youngest victim yet.
My son Simon went missing in 2009.
Keith Pryor.
Russell Drake.
What can I do for you, Russell?
King's Cross - I thought we might compare notes.
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.
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Joanne - who is Terry Bordell?
One of Adam's lads.
And you think he's responsible
for the bodies found in the station?
You say, if he was guilty - Terry -
then it'd all be your husband's fault.
W-What makes you...
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?
Terry was different.
Him and Adam were close.
Always blowing up at each other and...
and making up five minutes later.
When Terry got too old, Adam used him as an enforcer.
Suited to that, was he?
He'd turn like that.
I mean, proper nasty.
Joanne...
...your husband was admitted to A&E
on 2nd 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
cos he vanished right before it happened.
Go on.
Adam was a nightmare in hospital.
He was 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.
I was too worried he'd come back.
Too scared what I'd find in there.
Pull everything you can on Terry Bordell,
but discreetly - if he's our boy and the media alert him,
- we're in trouble. - On it.
Is it worth speaking to Malcolm Jones?
He was station co-ordinator during this period.
He might remember Perry and Bordell.
Local plod and Vice will be my first ports of call.
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 quilt?
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.
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?
Yes. Nicked a fair few times, but no prints or DNA on file.
Anything resembling a motive?
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, motive, opportunity - he's a full house.
OK. Agreed.
We put everything we've got into finding this man.
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.
Terry Bordell is not our killer.
He's body two.
- Are you certain? - Not certain, no.
We don't have his dental records or DNA
to make a definitive comparison.
But you have 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.
He did.
It tallies with the police report I've finally unearthed.
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?
Er, 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.
Adam Perry.
Terry Bordell.
Go back. Go back to when the assailant turns away.
Stop.
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.
As for Bordell,
looks like he may well have seen
the assailant's face.
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, 6'1, 6'2 minimum.
Beyond that...
There you are.
- You OK? - Yeah.
I'm just a bit tired.
You were the one who 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 Tickety Tok.
Oh, yeah, so I do.
That'd be nice, though, wouldn't it? Sitting around doing nothing.
With you.
One day.
I'll hold you to that.
Uh-oh.
Malcolm Jones.
You ready for the lecture?
I think it's my turn to cook tonight.
Er, no, I think it's... it's Jack's turn.
If we wait for Jack, I think we'll all starve.
I was thinking,
maybe we could do Shabbat dinner this week?
That's a great idea.
Friday night, we could all cook, even Jack.
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 co-ordinator,
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 a 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?
50-60 years old, red-grey beard?
Likely sleeping in the tavern?
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.
Might he remember?
If he's still with us.
Excuse me.
- Velvy? - I examined the red dust
from Kacper Tadych's head wound.
- Regular brick dust. - Common as muck.
Mixed in were black particles
that I had assumed were just dirt
or stained red particles.
- Never assume. - 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 -
a wall built to screen a generator.
Only a stone's throw from the tavern.
Not far to wheel Kacper's body...
Who was the building company?
Oh, er...
Keeler Construction.
Oversaw a host of small-to-medium projects
across the station.
Adam Perry, Terry Bordell...
...Judy Holmes...
...Simon Daniels...
...Elseid Broja...
...Faisal Hosseini...
...and Kacper Tadych.
I can confirm
that postmortems have now been completed
on all eight bodies.
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.
- Is an arrest imminent? - Next question.
One at a time, please. One at a time!
Calm down. Please, calm down. One at a time!
- Hello? - Velvy...
I need you to call up the CCTV footage
of the non fatal stabbing of Adam Perry at King's Cross.
Give me a second.
- It's very low-res. - Can you boost the colours?
Just when the assailant is turning.
OK, sure.
Add a saturation filter. Erm...
What colour does his coat look like to you?
Erm...
Green? 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?
Er, yes. Erm...
I haven't processed it yet, but I'll... I'll fix that now.
Thank you.
I wanted to come when everyone had 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...
...apologizing to his teachers, worrying where he was at 4am.
Tired in my bones.
I'd 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 going to have to forgive yourself.
Forgive yourself, and recognise
that what happened to Simon was the result of one man
and no-one else.
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 -
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.
That's one day before
Perry was stabbed non-fatally in King's Cross.
Sheffield?
Lane was 42 and he had a long record -
assaults, dealing,
and, well, reading between the lines,
CID believed that he was 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 first-hand,
if that's where and how the killer got started.
Agreed.
It'd be good to get a handle on the whole case
and the suspects they pulled in at the time.
I'll call Sheffield CID, tell them to expect us.
Looking for Mike Jarvis.
- Down the bottom, mate. - Cheers.
I oversaw all our projects at King's Cross.
This is definitely at the smaller end.
Two days' work for a couple of lads?
Sounds about right.
The forensic evidence suggests 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.
No.
We believe the killer used a handcart
to move Kacper's body to the tavern.
A 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, 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.
The kid just erupted, came at me with a four-by-two.
I ducked, Steve got it full in the face
and then he just started battering him.
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 any more.
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. - 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.
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?
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 him up when we arrived.
Paramedics were treating the bloke he'd 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'd slipped them off in the car.
Why on earth would you do that?
Well, he was just a kid.
Ad he was very agitated.
Oh, poor lad.
And I was seeking
to de-escalate the situation, Sheila, as per my training.
Where was your partner while this chase was going on?
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 in your file that you were in the Army
before you became a copper.
Mm. Paras.
Saw service in the Gulf War.
Decorated for it.
What are you doing now?
Oh, I got out in 2010, just shy of my 40th.
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?
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.
I've always believed in giving kids a second chance,
cos 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, King's Cross nick,
about an arrest that you botched
15 years ago,
and you haven't even asked
if this 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?
We're early.
Let me guess -
what is my problem with Malcolm Jones?
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?
- Mm-hm. - Uh-huh. It's bollocks.
So you didn't mount a smear campaign?
- Oh... - Misrepresent his concern for the runaways?
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 a train
with a single ticket and a sob story?
I don't know.
Being a decent human being?
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
and keeping the station safe is crossing a line.
That's it?
Yeah, that's it.
And I don't like the bloke.
I 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?
He had the right idea getting out, didn't he?
14 years and he's built a bloody empire.
- Ma'am? - What?
Been 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.
Want me to get Pryor back in?
No. This needs a careful tread.
Get me everything you can on Drake's death.
DI Steve Tudor.
- Dr Nikki Alexander. - 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.
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 1, 2008.
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
in the town centre, just after midnight,
wearing some sort of puffer coat.
I assumed 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. - The black eye?
It seemed like an all-too-familiar escalation
of a drug feud.
Round two, if you like.
The deceased, Russell Drake,
was found in the canal.
Some trace evidence will have been lost.
First responders noted a strong smell of whisky
coming from the body.
A whisky 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.
Lateral scarring on the wrists.
Looks like multiple attempts at suicide.
There are small lumps on the palms.
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 whisky?
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.
OK, 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.
Timing's certainly suspicious.
The bodies are discovered,
the next day he's dead.
But guilty of what?
- Hello? - I need you to come in.
Now-ish.
- What's this number you're calling from? - Phone died.
Did you hear what I said?
I'm here now. I'm in the gym.
Right. OK.
I'll see you when I get there.
OK.
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.
OK. And?
He was just a kid.
And... the witness was an addict...
...so, erm...
...| dismissed it as a serious possibility.
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 - whisky 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 whisky was tipped down his throat
after he'd lost consciousness.
OK, 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 whisky.
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 - mob-handed as you like!
I don't know where Mr Pryor is, I'm afraid.
You're his PA.
I find it hard to believe you don't know where he is.
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,
and anywhere else we'll find computers.
Follow me.
Let's go.
I remember you.
You were supposed to find Dean's killer.
I was.
I still am.
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.
Won medals for bravery.
Oh, you must be proud.
Could we see a photograph?
See much of him?
Er...
...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're you asking me all these questions about Carl?
Did it...
...ever cross your mind, Mary...
...that it was Carl...
...who killed Dean,
and that's why he fled to London?
I'll take that as a yes.
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 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.
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.
Jack.
Shit.
The bodies in the station.
That was you?
Why?
Can't remember.
Practice.
Practice?
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 OK 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.
But you never really got away, did you?
You never really escaped.
I slipped the cuffs.
Me.
Talk about deluded.
Talk about the last to know.
I had no clue, did 1?
No idea who I was setting free.
Armed police! Place the gun on the floor!
God, you made me run that day.
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
and 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. Er...
My, erm, twin brother Angus...
...he lived in and around King's Cross for years.
Of course, you'll be wanting to take my DNA for comparison.
I'm a retired biology teacher.
I have some understanding there.
But... er...
...I know the man that you've found...
...is my brother.
Every winter he'd come and stay with me
and my husband in our house in Epsom.
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... winter 2008...
...he didn't come.
I knew something was wrong.
I went to the police, I came up to the station...
...but nobody knew anything.
Nobody could help... help me.
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.
Perhaps if I had, if I...
...if I'd meant it...
I don't know what roles you played,
but I know you've helped me
find my brother and now I can say goodbye.
So, er...
I want to see him.
We would advise against that, Gillian.
I understand.
I want to see him.
♪ Smoke in my alibis
♪ Taken by surprise
♪ A mountain full of rage
♪ And ev'ry second of the hour gone
♪ Ev'ry minute that I don't belong
♪ There's smoke in my alibis
♪ A fallen angel but
♪ Al the stars are misaligned
♪ I set it all on fire
♪ And if you feel the nights turn long
♪ And there's nowhere left to run
♪ I'll leave the light on
♪ I'll leave the light on. ♪
- Hi. - Hey.
You OK?
Yeah. I just got back.
I was so happy to be home for about ten seconds,
maybe 20.
Then what happened?
Then I wondered where you were.
Aw, shucks.
Oh, hang on. I'll call you back.
I'm here about the advert.
The lodger.
The lodger?
Ah, right. Come in.
Hm.
- Nice. - Thanks.
You must have a lot of interest.
Pretty popular, yeah.
Still available?
For the right person, yeah.
Won't last long.
Wouldn't have thought so.
It's a nice kitchen.
Thanks. You cook?
Not sure I'd call it cooking, exactly.
Er...| 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.
Oh! A garden.
Can I look?
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?
Erm... 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 any more.
We 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.
I can't imagine a day without you.
I can't.
Will you marry me, Nikki?
Will you?
Yes.
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