(SIGHS)
Thanks, Jeff.
Sorry to disappoint you.
How did you disappoint me?
You failed... Again.
I'll be convicted of attempted murder...
And the Grove Park killings remain unsolved.
- You think? - I know.
Don't insult me with "new evidence" or shit like that.
We've known each other for too long for charades.
Eleven years...
So what did she do, your wife?
What, you mean professionally?
Why did you kill her?
She was going to leave.
Replace me.
Have you ever been replaced, Marcella?
Giving someone everything...
Only to find out that someone else can do it better,
so they just throw you away.
It's crushing.
People break up all the time.
He left you...
For someone else.
You just don't kill them for it.
Some do.
How did you celebrate this morning, by the way?
- When we caught you? - No.
Juliet.
(STUTTERS) It is her birthday today, isn't it?
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
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LAURA: Marcella was right...
The original victims from 2005.
Now, if you look carefully, tape wound around their necks clockwise.
Then you come to the recent victims, all of them...
Anticlockwise. To be fair, we should have seen it.
MARK: Boss, I, erm, have cracked it.
The sex tape thing, Cara Thomas.
The threat with the knife...
- We know which one you mean. - Good.
Erm, so I extracted the ghost code from the cam program.
They were using this masking algorithm
that changes the IP address every couple of hours.
That's why it took so long. So what I did was, I went back
and I used a live trace-route to track it, so that every time I...
Standing ovation, Mark. Where did you track it to?
Mrs Claire Shaw.
Cambourne.
Kinky sex?
I'm sorry, I really have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm not into all that weird sex camera stuff.
I traced the IP address right to your house.
I've no idea what an IP address is.
It stands for Internet Protocol address.
- It's the number that you use to track... - Mark.
Mrs Shaw, does anyone else have access to your computer?
No, no one. Just me.
Why? What have they done?
(WHISPERING) Has someone been having sex in my computer?
RAV: No employees?
- No one else has access to it? - No.
We're a really small business.
Look, I've got nothing to do with this,
I can barely turn a computer on... (CHUCKLING) without crashing it.
And yet you run a business through a website?
Well, that's not me. That's my computer man.
Matthew Neil. I make his life a misery. (CHUCKLES)
(INAUDIBLE)
RAV: So Mrs Claire Shaw, how do you know her?
Claire Shaw, she's my client.
And what services do you provide for her?
Website, server, set up her e-mail.
And fielding calls several times a month.
- Er, why do you ask? - Has she done something?
It's a police matter.
Yeah, I figured that much, but what has she done?
"Several times a month." What, there's been problems?
(SCOFFS) Has there been anything but problems?
Viruses, malware, Trojan horses, spyware. You name it.
(STAMMERS) Oh, is it "the destroyer"?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Okay. Yeah.
She's an idiot. (CHUCKLES)
If her connection is vulnerable to external attacks,
it would be pretty easy for someone to pose as her.
Especially someone trying to hide their activity.
Yeah, yeah. Hijack her IP. Yeah, that's pretty straightforward.
- RAV: Is it something you could do? - Yeah, I could.
So could I.
But it wouldn't be good for business.
(EXHALES)
(SNIFFS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
MARCELLA: Thanks.
(SNIFFS)
Does it turn you on?
The scent. Does it give you a hard-on?
Or do you need to tie people up and watch them die for that?
(MARCELLA BREATHES DEEPLY) Mmm.
Maddy associates that smell with Adrian.
So even if you bought it for her...
It would only remind her of him.
Who's Adrian?
The young man you tried to replace.
Peter, you're not very good with women, are you?
Is that why they leave you?
Use you like Maddy did.
And look who's talking now.
I managed 15 years with Jason.
With your wife,
you only managed two.
MARCELLA: What is it?
Is it because
you have performance problems?
Is that what this is about? Can't you get it up?
We found the place
you killed Adrian.
We, er, traced his phone to the last place he answered a call.
And your DNA is all mixed up in his blood.
You should have stuck to your MO. (INHALES DEEPLY)
Far less messy.
- (PAN SIZZLING) - Traditional Polish sausage.
(SIGHS)
Hope you'll like.
You've been in a fight then, Bendek?
- Your knuckles... - And a bloody towel in the washing.
I was in a fight.
I'm sorry.
Why?
A racist guy... Stole my money
and then he got mad because I quit my job.
I'm sorry.
- All right. - (CLATTERING)
You okay?
Yeah, just, erm...
Got up a little too quick.
STUART: I've got a meeting to get to.
(CHUCKLES)
(CLATTERING)
MARCELLA: Joanne. Dennis. Jennifer.
All these victims...
So long ago.
You know you're gonna get life for the murder of Adrian, don't you?
And then you'll just be forgotten.
- Maddy won't forget me. - Oh, she will.
She was only interested in... Who she thought you were.
Not some...
- Pisspot copycat murderer. - There's more to me than that.
- Is there? - Yes.
I thought you were going to go down in history.
Was I wrong to be obsessed with you?
You know, I kept your case file.
And every now and then, I'd be fascinated and I'd
take a look...
- What a waste of time that was. - Yeah.
You were right to be obsessed.
Was I?
You see, I understand you.
How you feel about being betrayed.
I'm not like that.
- I wouldn't betray you. - You men, you're all the same.
Big fat fucking disappointment.
You can admire and respect me.
I'd admire someone who got away with murder for 11 years.
I'd respect that.
But that's not you.
You're weak...
You're a failure...
That's what's disappointing.
(SIGHS)
Joanne.
Dennis.
Jennifer.
It was me.
I did it.
I killed them.
Can I have your attention?
We now consider the 2005 killings solved.
- He has confessed. - (ALL APPLAUDING)
Okay. End of celebration. We've still got a killer to catch.
Rav...
- So it was only 2005? - Yes.
Tell me we've got some good news.
Well, if the computer trail's are dead and we got nothing on that dropped key card.
The missing trophy from Grace.
If there was one, we haven't found it.
We've still got a maniac out there.
- I know, we're back to square one. - This is your investigation, Rav,
but back to square one is not an option.
I only need what you have on the planning department in Lambeth.
Andrew Barnes... Yes.
I want to stop him blocking DTG's planning proposals.
- Mr Backland. - Victoria.
VICTORIA: Shall we?
- Hi. - I believe you know Stuart Callaghan.
Yeah, I did the Blackthorne job for Gibson's last year.
Ah, that's right.
Stuart's been our man in the field on this one.
Well, shall we?
Intelligence on the Lambeth planning department.
I pay you to get me leverage.
Now I need something on Andrew Barnes.
He's clean.
Maybe it's because his wife was an MP.
The others in the planning department are more vulnerable...
I don't give a shit about the others.
I need more on Andrew Barnes
than just taking antidepressants.
You employ us to gather strategic intelligence, Mr Backland.
We can't find what isn't there.
- (SIGHS) Well, that went well. - Didn't it?
STUART: Mr Backland!
(PANTING) Jason.
Look, I'm really sorry that you're disappointed.
This Andrew Barnes fellow, is he an imminent problem for you?
Not just for DTG, but for me personally, yes.
Right, I wish I could do more, but it's SIA.
What we can and can't do is heavily regulated.
I don't care about regulations.
I pay you to get rid of my problems.
Okay.
I might be able to help you with that.
Not officially, you know, not through the firm.
JASON: Fine.
Then just do it.
Give me a call when it's done.
STUART: Okay.
I think I understand.
(SIGHS)
- HASSAN: Hey! - (MARCELLA GASPS)
Hey, you, miss. (PANTING) You... you remember me?
Yeah.
I was, er...
I was thinking about that night you asked me about.
Right.
I remember seeing someone, er, leaving the house.
Er, a woman.
- What? - Er, she came out,
backed up her car and put something into the boot
- before she left. - I thought you were sleeping.
(STUTTERS) I was asleep, but I woke up...
And I saw her.
Long, dark coat with the hood up.
- And the car was a black Audi. - What do you want?
Sorry?
What do you want?
To help you. (STUTTERS) To tell you.
Thanks.
Thanks, Hassan.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(TYPING)
I am off.
Working part-time now, are we?
Yann called. He said he's got a surprise.
Mmm-hmm. Well, say hi for me.
If it's a shitty surprise, I'm up for some fun later.
(SIGHS)
Lambeth?
HENRY: You've been fired...
How did you get in?
I can help you put this project back together.
So why would you want to help me?
Believe me, it's Plan B.
You just can't stand being away, can you?
You have to be involved.
You need the legal side of things covered,
- and you got till Monday. - And you would know this how?
Being informed is what Sylvie used to pay me for.
And I can help you deal with Andrew Barnes.
Have you heard anything new about Grace?
(GULPS) No.
Do you think it's Cullen?
I know it is.
From Marcella.
Your wife is investigating the murder of my sister?
Can I talk to her?
Bring me the Lambeth.
I want full credit for my work.
Fine.
Okay, let's go.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(HORN HONKS)
Sorry I'm late, princess.
That's okay, Dad.
Mum says you're always late, but I know you had to work.
Yeah, well, the thing is, I've... I've got a little more work to do.
- But who'd like to do deliveries? - Me.
And Mr Sniffles?
(IMITATES) Yes, if I can have a carrot afterwards.
That sounds fair. Seatbelt.
(ENGINE STARTING)
Jason?
- You know Henry Gibson? - Hi.
Hi.
Can I have a word, please? Upstairs.
(SIGHS)
- What was that? - He just wants to know
where you're at with the case.
And tell him what you told me, that it was Cullen.
It wasn't.
I haven't got a clue who it is.
JASON: When were you going to tell me that?
Well, calling you about who didn't kill your girlfriend
- isn't exactly my priority. - (SIGHS)
Well, tell him something.
Look, I'm trying to get my job back.
And I want to keep mine.
Hi, I'm sorry, I don't know what he's promised you, but...
- Right. - It's highly inappropriate.
I understand.
Just one thing, why did he move my sister?
- I don't know. - He didn't move any of the others. So...
I'm sorry, this is... Yeah, erm, thank you.
Good luck.
Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't help more.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CLATTERING)
So you're just gonna leave?
Yeah.
I can't go back to that.
(SIGHS)
(MATCH STRIKES)
MARCELLA: Darling Juliet...
Happy birthday, sweetie...
(SIGHS)
So, have you heard anything more from the police?
- MATTHEW: Should I have? - (YANN CHUCKLES)
IT crimes, so boring.
Ta-da!
What? I don't get it.
Well, this is where we had our first dinner in London.
And I have made them copy everything.
You know, the food, the wine for you, the same table...
- Everything. - (CHUCKLES)
You remember what we had?
Yeah, of course I do.
- Crazy. - Come on.
- Go on. - (CHUCKLES)
Hi.
- (PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) - Seven to three.
What's that?
That's how many times you've talked about Henry
and how many times you've talked about me,
or us during dinner.
What are you doing, counting?
Er, it's just that I really made an effort tonight.
Yeah, you did.
So why... Why destroy it?
It's just that you talk about him all the time.
Yeah, I do. He's my best friend.
And he's going through difficult times.
So are we.
I moved away from everything,
from my daughter, from my job, everything,
to be here with you, not to be here with you and Henry.
What are you doing?
- Going to have some fun. - No, don't do this. Matthew.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(STARTS ENGINE)
(TYRES SCREECH)
Marcella.
- I thought you drove here. - I've been at a Premier Lodge.
- Your wife kicked you out? - Ha-ha, very funny.
You know, Mark's hacker friend managed to extract information
from that card we found in old guy's garden.
- From a Premier Lodge? - Yes.
And luckily, it retains information until it's been reprogrammed.
I got the name of the last person who used it.
(DOOR OPENS)
Sit up.
MARCELLA: Bendek Krol?
BENDEK: Yes.
- Size ten? - Sorry?
Your shoe size, size ten?
- Forty-three. - What's that, a UK nine?
Erm, 37... Yeah, it's a nine.
Why am I here?
ALEX: Before you moved in with the Callaghans,
where were you living?
With friends.
And then, er, at some cheap hotel.
MARCELLA: What did you do with the keycard of your hotel room?
I think I put it, er, in a bowl on the counter.
- Why? - ALEX: You didn't take it with you?
I just said... I put it in a bowl on the counter.
No, you said you thought you put it in a bowl on the counter.
Well...
I did.
Can you please tell me what you were
doing on those dates?
I can't.
I'm not keeping a diary.
What about these images? Do you recognise any of...
Any of these people?
They are dead.
I recognise them from the paper.
(DOOR OPENS)
RAV: Okay, so the landlady couldn't give him an alibi
for the attempted attack on Walter Davies.
- And he's been in a fight recently. - With who?
Some employer, but she doesn't know who or when.
Find out, see if we can hold him on GBH if we don't get anything else.
- Okay. - Why do you think you are here?
MARCELLA: A pair of size nine footprints
were found at the scene of an attempted murder,
along with your keycard.
And your arrival into the UK coincides with five separate killings.
Do you want to try and remember just that little bit harder?
(ENGINE STOPS)
(DOOR OPENS)
WOMAN: You're late.
Come in. (SIGHS) She's taking a nap.
Want a cuppa?
Your daughter made them.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SNIFFS)
May was a little worried today.
She must have overheard something at her mum's.
What was she saying?
That Mum wasn't gonna let her see Dad any more.
Look, Ronnie...
I can loan you the money to make up defaulted payments.
Thanks, but you're already babysitting for free...
And that would just be another debt.
But I won't take May away from you if you don't pay me.
I need to fix this myself.
But thank you.
- Mmm. - (CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
MARCELLA: What happened?
RAV: A witness saw it parked here last night.
Still here again this morning, so he had a look inside. Driver shot.
- Hassan El-Sayed? - Yeah.
That's why we got it.
But you said he didn't see anything.
He didn't.
He was outside Gibson's house the night she died,
now he's dead.
We don't think that's a coincidence?
No, we don't.
- (DISTANT POLICE SIREN WAILING) - (SOBBING)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SNIFFLING)
(RAGGED BREATHING)
Just, er, thinking of a picture for the funeral.
(CLICKS MOUSE)
Do you have a favourite?
No.
I think you should probably choose.
(SIGHS) Stephen.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
We have sorted Lambeth.
Green space, sustainability, accessibility,
and we still make more than decent money.
You and Jason?
Me and Jason. Couldn't have done it without him.
It stays on schedule,
and there's no grounds for Andrew Barnes or anyone else
to blacklist us from future projects.
Well, that's wonderful.
Wonderful enough?
(CHUCKLES)
JASON: Then I'll be on my way.
Thank you.
- I'll see you tomorrow. - SYLVIE: Mmm-hmm.
Are you bringing Jason Backland back?
Who would have thought it?
He offered his services...
But I used him.
You're the one bringing him back.
Talk to me about Krol.
He doesn't remember his whereabouts for any of the murders.
Er, Premier Lodge are gonna send over the CCTV from their reception.
When the keycard was last used.
I, erm... I checked out the dead taxi guy.
You're not very good with names, are you, Mark?
I am, but... when I say a name like Hassan El-Sayed,
people usually go, "Who's that?"
And then I have to explain that that's the dead taxi guy.
I'm just being quick.
What about the taxi driver?
Right, Hassan El-Sayed, born in Morocco, 1986.
Comes to the UK in 2004.
He's granted UK citizenship in 2009.
Erm, he works at Canalside Cabs, as we know.
He was also hired by another company, Camden Station Cabs.
Right, so he was ambitious.
That's what I thought. And then I looked into his family.
His brother, Mohammed El-Sayed,
he comes to the UK about a year ago on a tourist visa.
That ran out four months ago,
and there's no record of him leaving the country.
Around about the same time that Hassan takes the second job
at the second cab firm.
So, I checked, the night we know he was working,
the night he was outside Grace Gibson's house...
He took out a cab from each company.
RAV: Okay, so we got two drivers,
one licence. Clearly, his brother was driving the other one, right?
Yeah, and that explains why he didn't see anything at Grace Gibson's.
- 'Cause he wasn't there. - A potential eyewitness.
ALEX: Yeah, and he's here illegally, so he's not gonna come in willingly.
LAURA: So, let's find him.
He might have seen our killer.
(SIRENS WAILING)
MAN: Ah, it's freezing, baby, isn't it?
WOMAN: Yeah.
You're so beautiful.
Oh, wow. Yes.
I'm gonna have some of this, please.
What do you mean?
Thank you, baby. Thank you, okay?
I'm gonna go back in, okay?
But be careful with that.
BOUNCER: Excuse me, miss... What have you got there?
Come on... You better come with me.
Leave me alone.
Now, if you've cleared your bill, you don't need to wait in line.
You just put your keycard in that bowl.
All right. Now.
Confirming what he said. Bendek Krol drops his key off.
But look, seconds later...
This guy takes a key out of the bowl.
MARCELLA: Is there another angle?
Er... There.
Look at me.
Look at me!
- I need to see his face. - He knows where the cameras are.
MARCELLA: He's our suspected killer.
He dropped the card at Walter Davies'?
- MARK: Yep. - Oh, fuck.
Remember Lea Coombes?
Yeah, Cara's flatmate.
Cara's flatmate. She's here.
MARCELLA: Cara gave you this as a present?
LEA: Didn't realise it was stolen.
Thought it was a proper gift...
As in one she actually picked out and paid for, like a normal person.
Do you know if she stole anything from anyone else around that time?
Yeah, a watch and some earrings.
And a bracelet, I think.
You said the person she stole from is dangerous.
LAURA: Thanks very much, Lea. You can go now.
Thanks. And take care, okay?
(DOOR CLOSES)
The trophies from the pawnshop.
Yeah.
LAURA: So... Cara sleeps with the killer,
steals the necklace and is killed because of it.
Provided that is Grace's.
I mean, she had cocaine in her bloodstream when she died.
If we can prove it's Grace's necklace,
she must have been murdered by our killer.
Think it could be hers?
If I'm lucky...
(CLEARS THROAT)
(TYPING)
(SOFTLY) Oh, please. Oh, please.
Please, God. Please, God.
(SIGHS)
I didn't do it.
(SIGHS)
Oh, my God.
(SIGHS) Oh, my God. It wasn't me.
- (MOBILE CHIMES) - (MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)
(WHISPERS) Sweet dreams, princess.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(PHONE RINGING)
JASON: Jason Backland.
STUART: Jason.
JASON: Yeah, hi, Stuart. What is it?
STUART: I've got rid of your Lambeth problem...
Andrew Barnes.
JASON: I spoke to DTG earlier. It's sorted. So...
What do you mean got rid of?
- STUART: Just what you asked me to do. - Stuart, what...
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Fuck!
May?
May! Princess?
Beth!
May!
May.
May!
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