How you feeling?
Fine, thanks for your concern.
You don't look fine.
You look off color.
Kinda pale.
The fuck?
As I was saying, you look pale.
Maybe that's because you drive like a dick.
Just don't embarrass me again tonight.
Who do I have to fuck to get one of those?
Mitchell, we need your special talents over here.
Make yourself useful, get the man a coffee.
Black, two sugars.
A large one, darling.
I really need to get one of those.
I thought you already had one.
You're joking.
Her coffee tastes like shit. Constable!
No coffee, thanks.
We've got work to do.
Who called it in?
Security guard.
Found the body doing his rounds.
He looks pretty shaken up. Not surprising.
You wait till you see it.
Where's that bloody generator?
Sorry, we're still getting set up here,
we have no power.
Where's the body? Cellar.
Down the steps, follow your nose.
You're gonna need these.
You're in for a treat.
Bloody?
Like a menstruating virgin at a gang bang.
I'm not sure if it's the worst I ever saw,
but it's a contender.
Maybe you should sit this one out.
I'll fill you in later. I'm fine.
The man has a point, you know?
Even my stomach turned over when I first saw it.
You sure you're up for this? I said I'm fine.
Whoo.
Oh, Jesus Christ, it's like a tackle shop in there.
What do you mean?
It's like maggots everywhere.
Oh man.
Yeah, take a look.
God, the Met should let me freelance some of these
to the National.
I'd win a Terry O'Neil award.
You sure you wanna go in there, detective?
So immature.
I'm absolutely fine.
I mean, we all know what happened last time, right?
I had stomach flu last time, okay?
You all know that.
Have you got stomach flu today?
Let's just do our job.
At least you didn't contaminate the crime scene
this time.
So, we've got a serial killer.
You think so, genius?
It's clearly the same MO as the last one.
I didn't realize you were Amish.
Amish?
Don't you own a TV?
What are you talking about?
'Cause even if you never had to learn police work
like the rest of us plebs, anybody with a TV
knows that it takes three bodies to make a serial killer.
You know what I'm saying, you're just being pedantic.
Pedantic?
And here's me thinking that
pedantic-ness is the most important attribute
of being a competent detective.
Just tell me what we have.
At a guess, I'd say he's been here five or six weeks.
I wouldn't touch that.
Forensics?
Leptospirosis.
Rat piss, this place is infested.
Right, so, he was killed what,
a month before the other one? No shit, Sherlock.
This work is much cruder than the first one.
The other one was more controlled, neater.
Looked almost surgical to me.
Practice makes perfect.
Have you noticed the most obvious difference yet?
Um. Come on, detective.
You can do it.
The numbers. What?
The numbers on the wall.
What are you talking about?
The dates on the wall.
They're different from the other scene.
No, the body.
Has he removed the heart from this one as well?
Hard to tell before the autopsy.
He's too far gone.
There's blood around the head of this one.
That's not inconsistent with having your guts ripped out.
We're gonna be here all night, put her out of her misery.
Unlike the previous victim,
this one hasn't been restrained.
Drugged?
I hope so.
We'll run the usual pathology tests
but given the state of the body,
we might never find out for certain.
So do you think he was alive when he was cut open?
It's possible.
Ready for your close up?
It's a coincidence.
My wife is cooking ribs tonight.
Give it a rest, Perkins.
So, similarities.
Both male, both IC1.
Both late 20s, same height, both athletic.
Both locations had the same satanic markings.
Satanic?
Like the pope flexing his pecs to me.
You're telling me that doesn't look like a cock?
You must have one weird looking cock.
Don't act like you don't what his cock looks like.
Guys, focus.
Jesus.
This means we're most likely
dealing with the same perpetrator.
Victim one, the heart was removed.
From the victim or the murder scene?
Both, actually.
The assumption is it's the same of victim two
but we're still awaiting the autopsy for confirmation.
And where was the first victim found?
At home, in the basement.
Nice surprise for his poor old cleaning lady
when she went in and found the body.
Any murder weapon?
It looks like the killer used surgical tools.
Bone saw, scalpel.
So maybe he was a doctor?
Jack the Ripper was a doctor.
Jack the Ripper was a lord, aristocracy.
Jack the Ripper was a barber.
A barber?
Aw, that's Sweeny Todd. Sweeny Todd.
I'm not a complete retard.
Aaron Kosminski, Polish barber.
DNA evidence proves he was Jack the Ripper.
Enough!
If anybody mentions Jack the Ripper again,
especially outside this room, they're suspended.
The last thing we need
is for the press to blow this out of proportion
and get us swamped with mentally ill people
making false confessions.
Occupations?
Victim one was a doctor.
He spent the last three years saving the world,
volunteer medic in the back of beyond, Central America.
He'd only been back in the country a couple of weeks.
Welcome home.
Victim two had only been in the country
for two months, too.
Any sexual assault?
Not from the first victim.
But, again, awaiting autopsy on victim two.
Maybe the killer's homophobic.
We don't know the second victim was gay.
Oh, come on.
What straight guy ever spent that much time in the gym?
Well, that's one thing you can establish
when you interview all known associates.
Are we gonna find anything useful in this file
or is it just another bunch of dead leads?
Oh, you've learned to read?
They're not dead,
they're leads that are still being investigated,
and we have a new one.
There was a date on the floor at the first scene.
It was scratched into the concrete.
Before now, we just assumed it was put there
by the builders. And now?
We found this date on the wall last night.
See how similar they are?
Do we know what it means?
No, not yet, we only just made the connection.
Assuming they are dates.
I mean, this is not a monarchy, you know?
So, the cock pope.
Have you got any idea what it's actually supposed to be?
Sigil of Beelzebub.
Voodoo mumbo jumbo.
What about the circle of salt?
It's a barrier against dark forces.
Voodoo mumbo jumbo.
Psychological profile? He's a nutter.
There's a full profile report in the file.
Forensics? File.
Nothing so far.
He's either very careful or very lucky.
And what about the second scene?
File. Nothing as yet.
But it was two months old.
Rats had been at the body.
So, let's manage our expectations
on finding anything useful there.
And we're definitely sure this is the same guy?
For God's sake,
look, inspector, we've got everything covered.
Do we really need Laurel and Hardy here
getting in the way of the investigation?
If you had everything covered,
we wouldn't have another murder victim.
Fuck off.
Oh, the glory hound getting pissed off
that the professionals are muscling in
on his first real serial killer?
It's not a serial killer, there are only two bodies.
Actually, that's a common misconception
propagated by lazy American TV shows.
The official definition is two or more killings
separated by a cooling off period.
Enough.
We're a team, so let's act like one.
Look into the numbers scratched on the wall.
Find out what he's trying to tell us.
Victim two, all known associates.
Find out who had access to the building.
So how long have you worked at the site?
Five months.
What do you do?
I'm a security guard.
Yes, but what does that entail, exactly?
I sit in the booth
from eight in the evening till eight in the morning.
And once every hour,
I walk around with a torch so people see that I am there.
What do you do the rest of the time?
I like to read about astronomy.
So you work nights.
Any day shifts?
That is Simon.
We play chess, one move a day.
We are still on our first game.
Just the two of you? Yes.
What about your days off?
I can't afford days off.
Why did it take five weeks to find the body?
We don't patrol inside the factory.
It's derelict, locked up, you were there.
So why did you go in last night then?
I heard a noise. What kind of noise?
A strange noise, scraping. Scraping?
Sometimes you hear noises.
Sometimes rats, sometimes foxes.
Sometimes your mind playing tricks.
So why did you choose to investigate
this particular noise?
It was a loud noise, like nothing before.
Like pipes scraping on the floor.
Maybe like someone stealing scrap metal.
So I have a look, this is my job.
And what did you see?
A sight from hell.
Same as you.
Did you touch the body?
Of course I did not touch the body.
I got out and called you straight away.
Did you see the markings?
The witchcraft, symbols on the walls?
Where I'm from, even in Lusaka,
witchcraft is an everyday thing.
You see the pastor on Sunday.
You see the witch doctor on Wednesday.
I've seen witchcraft, good and bad.
And I'll tell you now, sir, that was not witchcraft.
Where can we find your chess opponent?
That is some crazy Satan shit right there.
How do you know the details of the murder scene?
Tony told me.
He sent home from work.
The pigs, police have it all cordoned off.
He'd better bloody well pay me for today as well,
the tight bastard. Who's Tony?
I feel really bad about this.
Really bad, it's terrible.
Why do you feel terrible?
Because it doesn't look good for a security company
if the site they are guarding
becomes the scene of some kind of ritual killing.
I guess it doesn't.
We could lose a lot of business over this.
And bad for the victim, of course.
I am so sorry I haven't offered you any refreshments.
Would you care for a cup of tea?
I'm fine, thank you. Do you have any coffee?
Sorry, I'm gonna have to make it.
We're not that type of set up that can afford assistants.
Or coffee machines.
How do you take it?
Black, two sugars.
So who exactly has access to the site?
Just Femi and Simon.
And you obviously.
Well, yes, and me.
And what about holiday cover?
No one's gone on holiday for the past four months.
It's just Simon and Femi, that's it.
So they've worked 12-hour shifts, seven days a week
for the past four months, no time off?
Zero-hour contracts.
It's perfectly legal.
It's the only thing that's kept us afloat
since the economy crashed.
Why no security cameras?
No point, it's a derelict site.
Plus, we'd be doing ourselves out of a job.
So what you're saying is
we have a murder in a locked up site
that only three people have access to?
Well, we three.
And the owners of course. I thought you owned it.
You're joking, aren't you?
We just do security.
If I was some sort of millionaire property baron,
do you think I'd be drinking this shit?
So who does own it?
Sanderson Lisle please.
Do you have an appointment?
47 floors.
How high is that in meters?
Although, to be honest, I would prefer the cable to break
than get trapped in here and slowly starve to death.
Although you'd buy me a few weeks.
Hello. Susan from Straub here.
Bad news about the sale.
I'm sorry, what do you mean?
Tiny little hiccup.
Your buyers have pulled out.
But how can they pull out now?
We've signed a contract, we complete on Friday.
These things happen all the time.
They said their loan fell through and...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but that's bullshit.
You told me they were cash buyers.
Oh there was a chain involved.
Yeah, well, then you misled me.
Yeah, it will be fine.
We care about your experience...
I can't deal with this right now.
We'll sort it out. Yep.
So, should I put it back on the market?
Yeah.
Well, what choice do I have?
Don't worry, Miss Faraway.
Everything is going to be fine.
Okay.
Call you later? Yep.
After work? Put it back on the market.
We've got it under control.
It's a hot market. Thank you.
We'll have that house sold
before you even notice. Bye.
Idiots.
What was that about?
None of your business.
Detectives, Vera Mason, property portfolio manager.
How can I be of assistance?
We're here to talk about Kingley Street.
Quite.
Let's go somewhere a little more private.
Bloody hell.
Please, take a seat.
Could I tempt you with a coffee?
No, thank you.
Our chef roasts the beans himself.
We have a lot of work to do,
so we'll just ask you a few questions
and then be on our way.
So how long have you owned Kingley Street?
We acquired it back on June 16th last year,
so nearly 10 months ago.
And why did you purchase it?
Because we invest in property.
How often do you visit the site?
Not often at all.
When did you last visit?
Me personally?
Never.
Well, not since we completed the purchase last year.
There's no reason for me to go there.
So other than yourself,
who else has access to the site?
Well, everybody.
The keys aren't locked away.
And I assume you have some sort of system
to record who takes them?
Site visit log.
Everything's automated, fairly standard.
Can we see it?
Sure, I guess so.
I'll just have to check that with my...
So you've finally taken my job.
Still working on that.
No, this was an unscheduled visit.
All the board rooms are occupied.
This is Mr. Sweet, our partner in charge.
These are detectives...
Faraway and Smith.
Detectives.
Don't worry, I can provide the alibi.
She was with me all night.
In your dreams.
We're here to talk about Kingley Street.
Of course you are.
I heard about that.
Awful.
We were just requesting access to your site visit log.
Access granted.
Vera will arrange that right away.
Detectives, my office is entirely at your disposal.
How is it my fault?
The buyer dropped out.
All the contracts are signed.
That's what I thought too.
But you know what, shit happens.
Look, I'm the one dealing with the estate agent.
I mean... Hold on.
Excuse me, I have a prescription.
What have you done? I said, hold on!
I need to move on with my life.
This is expired. What?
It's out of date.
You'll need to go see your doctor and have it renewed.
But it's a repeat prescription.
Yeah and it's expired.
Can I help? Hello?
Look, it's not like you can get high off these things.
What's the big deal?
It's called the law.
You're not trying to get back together.
I am the law.
Well, then why are you trying to get me to commit a crime?
Can you hear me?
Look, okay.
Things at my work are really hard.
I just, I really need these pills.
Steve!
Yes?
Well, can you come out here, Steve?
If you think you could do a better job
then you call the estate agent yourself.
Yeah, take responsibility for something
once in your stupid...
Can't I just have a tea break?
Excuse me.
Thanks. Hello?
Look, are you listening?
This is expired. Are you there?
Oh Jesus, just give me the pills, will you?
Why didn't you just tell her to go and get it renewed?
What are you doing?
I can't deal with this right now.
Who's there with...
Wanker!
Excuse me?
Sorry, not you, that was my ex.
I don't blame him.
Oh shit.
This crazy fucker
is building some kind of Frankenstein's monster.
Or he's making a pie.
That's an interesting theory.
Have you got an alibi for last night?
I'm not gonna lie to you.
I was at home all night eating.
Out your ex-wife.
Too soon?
Well, it rules out the homophobic theory.
What are you talking about?
Well, it's not one of them lady boys.
You'd be the expert.
So this was done last night?
Yes, the core is still warm.
First signs of rigor.
So we can rule out the date theory then, too.
Bit late for her last rites.
Prepared to be impressed.
Shit, there's not enough chapters, dammit.
Just wait, let me check the Old Testament.
Cause of death?
She's got no eyes.
Yeah, I can see that.
But surely eye removal wouldn't lead to this much bleeding.
Right, Faraway?
Epistaxis.
The mother of all nosebleeds.
Besides that and the eyes,
no other signs of physical trauma.
Can you die from a nosebleed?
It's rare, but it happens.
The wrists aren't bound.
Do you think you'll have more luck
with toxicology this time?
Fresh body, we should know if she was drugged or not.
Yes!
Isaiah 28:11.
For with stammering lips
and another tongue He will speak to the people.
I'm a genius.
They're all verses about speaking in tongues.
No shit?
I told you, you fuckwits, it wasn't a date.
Chapter, verse, book number.
Our guy's an Evangelical Christian.
Don't look very Evangelical to me.
Excellent police work, detective.
You've narrowed our list down to everybody in the country
who has access to a Bible, you fucking dickhead.
Who called it in?
Well, isn't this a coincidence?
Yeah, I'm screwed now, aren't I?
How so?
I was talking with my accountant
about selling up and moving to Cyprus.
No capital gains tax.
Thinking of blowing this shithole
and have a happy retirement in the sun.
So what's the problem?
Who the hell is gonna buy
the Ripper's favorite incompetent security firm?
I'm ruined!
I'm already struggling to keep hold of those contracts
ever since that Kingley Street thing was in the papers.
Why did you arrive on site before we did?
You found the body, yeah?
Yeah. So why didn't you call us?
He's the boss.
You get around, don't you?
We do all the security for Sanderson Lisle sites.
Sanderson Lisle.
They get around a bit too.
How long has he been your boss?
Have you got access to Kingley Street?
What, no, no.
This is my first day.
I'm from the temp agency.
That's an eventful first day.
Yeah, and my last.
So you called Mr. Dewire.
Look, I'm sorry, I didn't think.
I rushed straight over here.
I called 999 as soon as I saw the body.
Did you touch it? Of course I didn't!
We'll see.
Mr. Sweet is expecting you.
What a pleasure it is to see you both again.
I just wish it was a more salubrious circumstances.
Please.
So who's playing the good cop and who's playing the bad cop?
Just a routine inquiry.
Yes, it seems to be becoming a routine, doesn't it?
Two bodies on two of your sites in two days.
That is quite a coincidence.
Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.
What are you saying?
Albert Einstein.
Scientist, crazy hair?
We've looked through your Kingley Street logs.
So nobody from this company has visited the site
since you bought it?
Don't you think that's strange?
What I think is strange is why such a beautiful creature
would choose to surround herself with death?
Do know know how many derelict sites
like Kingley Street I own?
Enlighten us.
Far too many to tell you off the top of my head.
Kingley Street hardly seems
like a gold standard investment to me.
No, I'm sure it doesn't.
And that's why I'm the youngest full equity partner
in Sanderson Lisle's long and distinguished history.
And you're a policeman.
A rebreather?
You dive?
Nothing like this.
I'm assuming this is somewhere deep.
As deep as it gets: the Cheve System, Mexico.
You ever swim underground?
No, I'm just a tourist.
Shallow reefs, pretty fish,
and then back in time for cocktails.
Cave diving, even the idea freaks me out.
You'll never overcome your fears until you face them.
Carrying a big gun always helps, eh?
What are your logs going to give us
regarding the Jefferson site?
Many hours of overtime, it's an active construction site.
We will have numerous employees visiting on a regular basis.
And you?
My numerous employees mean
I don't have to visit building sites.
So you personally have never been there?
No, no time.
Too many caves to explore.
How are you doing?
I'm fine, thanks.
How are you?
I'm very well, thank you.
Is there anything you would like to talk about?
Yes, I would just like to get this prescription renewed
so I can get back to work.
That's not strictly what I'm here for.
You'll have to see your own doctor
for personal prescriptions.
Yeah, of course.
If I could get any time off,
which isn't really happening right now, is it?
And how is work?
Fine.
Busy, obviously.
Serious crime squad.
That's quite a step up.
Your father must be very proud.
I'm sure he is.
Tell me.
Oh for God's sake.
Really?
Tell me about your relationship with your father.
Jesus Christ, shall we move on?
Maybe next time.
Have you experienced any more extreme reactions
at crime scenes?
Oh my god, I told you.
I've been getting over this stomach flu, okay?
So, I'm absolutely fine.
You seem agitated. Yeah, I am agitated
because I have a job to do.
So I just want to get this prescription renewed
so I can get back to it.
We both have a job to do, Rebecca.
Mine is to make sure you are healthy and happy.
Victim one worked in San Juan Bautista Tuxtepec.
What are you jabbering about?
That's only 80 miles from Cheves.
Like he said: what are you jabbering about?
We can connect him with Sweet.
You sure you don't require a lawyer?
I spend my life surrounded by those parasites.
This makes a pleasant change.
Do you know this gentleman?
No.
How about her?
No.
Him?
No.
Why don't you take a closer look?
No.
I suppose you're gonna tell me he works for Sanderson Lisle?
No, he doesn't.
So why would I know him?
Just to clarify, you've never seen this person before?
Not that I recall.
You were visiting in Oaxaca
between the 2nd and 28th of July?
It's possible.
I was in Mexico around those dates.
You'll have to check with my assistant for confirmation.
No need, we have your flight records right here.
No private jet I see?
I occasionally slum it in first class.
This gentleman was also in Oaxaca at the same time.
Good for him.
It's a delightful part of the world.
He worked as a doctor at the Tuxtepec General.
A most noble profession.
Do you seek any medical treatment during your visit?
I didn't, I'm a picture of health.
Unfortunately, we cannot say the same for our friend here.
Or him.
What are these?
What do you mean?
The numbers.
Why don't you tell us?
So is that plunging neckline
designed to beguile a confession out of me?
We have three murders.
Two bodies were discovered on your site.
The third victim was in the same remote region as you were
two weeks before he came back to London and was killed.
I take it you're suggesting I am connected in some way?
Are you?
Of course not.
But the coincidences are really mounting up.
And that's all they are.
And you really expect us to believe that?
I don't care what you believe.
Your beliefs don't affect reality.
And the reality is I have nothing to do with any of this.
There's no way that this is a coincidence.
The man isn't right, inspector.
I can see him playing dress up
with his mother's rotting corpse.
Let's liaise with the local police in Tuxte, Mexico.
See if they can show Sweet's picture
around the medical center where the doctor worked.
Can anyone speak Spanish?
I can try.
Me have no Espanol.
Hey, you're gonna love this.
Can't we fit any more in?
Special Branch have kindly agreed
to give us some extra manpower.
This is Detective Constable? Rice, hi.
And we are all going to give each other
our full cooperation.
Detective, this is my team.
DC Lawrence and DS Perkins and...
We've met. Hello, Eli.
I'm Detective Faraway.
Faraway?
As in Commissioner Faraway?
How do you think she got the job?
The same way I got him.
Police work, let's do some.
I couldn't agree more.
This is our person of interest
but everything is circumstantial so far.
Let's turn up the gas.
Perkins, get Rice a copy the case file,
then go back to all known associates of the victims
and see if you can pin them to Sweet.
Anything that might link him to the victim.
On it.
Eli, set up a 24-hour surveillance on Sweet.
He doesn't take a piss without you timing it
and telling me what color it was.
I love this job so much.
Can you help out with the hardware?
That's what I'm here for.
What about me?
You go home and rest.
Well done, detective.
You deserve it.
Good morning to you, too.
Is it still morning?
I've been waiting out here so long,
I'm surprised it's not lunch.
Never gets old.
Just drive.
I hope the other guy came off worse.
I've got a sinus condition.
Not usually as bad as this.
But, again, I rarely enjoy such an exciting evening.
What happened?
Absolutely nothing.
He arrived at his apartment shortly after nine,
hasn't been out since.
You managed to get all this gear up in one night?
I'm impressed.
I try.
No, we're piggybacking onto the building's security system.
We have front entrance.
Rear, that's where his car is parked.
We've got a car at the back?
Of course.
All bases covered.
I hope so 'cause we have movement.
Where are you going?
We're following him.
We can't follow him, he knows us.
Better make sure he doesn't see us, then.
Perkins, heads up, he's on his way.
What car?
You'll know it when you see it.
Guys, you on him?
Like a rash.
We just turned east onto the embankment.
We're following you, stay on the air.
Don't get too close. Obviously.
We can't let him see us.
I have done this before.
Guys, he's heading for Kingley Street.
Are you sure?
He just took a left on Stanway.
We'll take the loop.
Roger that.
Can't you go any faster?
Where are you?
We're two minutes closer to Kingley Street
than when you asked two minutes ago.
What, you think I need it?
Maybe.
Might be good for the nerves.
Come on, it's good to share.
You never shared before.
It's a peace offering.
I would have gotten you flowers,
but I didn't want to give you the wrong idea.
Thanks.
400 yards.
Perfect.
You can hang back, Perkins.
We can see him.
What are you up to?
The hell is that?
Perkins, can you see this?
I can't see shit.
What's happening?
Good work, partner.
Smith, Perkins, where are you?
Kingley Street, inspector.
We followed Sweet right here.
Get down to Brookfield Park right away.
Not now, inspector, we're about to get him.
No, detective, you are not.
Get down here now.
You don't understand.
We have Sweet.
He's up to something.
Detective, just get down here.
On the double.
He's getting cocky.
What do you mean?
Out in the open like this.
I would say that, oh, he's taken a kidney this time.
You certain Sweet didn't leave his flat?
100%.
I wanna go through the tapes.
I'm not blind, I know what I saw.
Or didn't see.
Look, darling, I know how to do my job.
This took place?
Last night, within the last six hours without a doubt.
It's not possible for Sweet to be our man.
Serial killers worked in pairs before.
It's possible, but it's rare.
These guys are pretty much always lone wolves.
Many things are possible
but I'm not gonna waste tax payers' money on possibilities.
We're taking the 24-hour surveillance off Sweet.
You can't do that!
He was obviously up to something.
Why was he at Kingley street?
He owns it.
We have a murder victim here.
You have a man taking a bag out of his car.
And his links to all the other victims?
All circumstantial.
Look, we know who the the victim is.
We know where he worked and lived.
Work associates.
Done.
Rice, family and other associates.
Try to establish a link with the other victims.
Not really what Special Branch is trained for,
but sure. What is that?
A print?
A rare moment of carelessness.
We know where he bought this.
Look underneath, he forgot to take off the label.
You two, check it out.
This is the best lead we've had.
Track down the retailer, speak to the owner,
check transactions, CCTV.
What the fuck was that?
What is it?
I thought I saw... What?
What's wrong Rebecca?
A rat, I thought I saw a rat.
A rat?
Jesus!
I don't like rats, okay, I'm sorry.
Evidently.
Now you've got your puking under control,
maybe you wanna work on those nerves, yeah?
What are you doing?
I'm trying to sell your house, Miss Faraway.
But I have a feeling Mr. Wilkinson won't be buying it.
You really need to get your wiring fixed.
You look awful.
I didn't sleep very well.
What's your excuse?
Hello?
Hello, can we speak to the proprietor?
No. No?
What do you mean, no?
See our terms and conditions.
We are strictly mail order, no exceptions.
We never entertain customers in person.
If you've got a complaint, send us an email.
We're not customers, we're the police.
Police?
Do you have a warrant?
We just want to ask you some questions.
Look, man, I've already been through this
with Trading Standards.
It says quite clearly on my website in several places
that results are not guaranteed.
This is a perfectly legitimate business.
We're not here to investigate your business.
We're investigating a murder.
Murder?
This is not what I expected a Voodoo shop to look like.
Hey, what did you expect?
A basement lair with shrunken heads
and strings of garlic hanging from the ceiling?
Burning incense?
Creepy dolls in glass cases?
Well, yeah.
Here, how about that, hmm?
What can you tell us about this?
It's a talisman candle.
It's a powerful ritualistic aid
used to channel the practitioner's energies.
They come in a variety of colors.
Each color has its own vibrations and powers.
So what powers and vibrations
does this color have?
Ah, you know, I don't remember.
I'll have to check the website.
Do you know Michael Sweet?
No.
Do you have a customer database?
Do you have a warrant?
Not yet, but considering the fact that your products
have been found at the scene of a brutal murder,
it's not going to be difficult to get one.
Or to hold you in a cell for 24 hours.
Okay, I'll print you out a copy.
Who knew this Voodoo crap was so popular?
Sweet's not on here.
Forget about Sweet.
You're becoming obsessed.
You can buy stuff online anonymously, right?
We have 300 new leads right here
and Sweet has half the Met as an alibi.
Forget about it.
Even if he's not buying directly,
any one these names could be his collaborator.
Collaborators!
We could have entire satanic cult on our hands here.
Either way, Sweet is involved, I know it.
Look, go home.
Remember how awful you looked this morning?
Well, that was 12 hours ago.
We can go through the list in detail tomorrow.
Yeah, okay, I'm just gonna...
You need to relax. I am relaxed.
Let's get a drink. What?
You know, a drink.
It's what people do after a long day on the job.
Unwind a bit.
No, thanks.
You're right, I'm tired.
I'm gonna go home, it's been a long day.
Good, well, okay.
Make sure you go straight home.
I will.
Promise?
Promise.
The fuck is wrong with you?
Back off, you bastard!
Hey, girl.
Buy you a drink?
Get off me!
Whoa!
Are you a star?
Are you okay?
Hm?
I said, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Tell us about M and R Trading.
Who?
It stands for Magic and Ritual.
They sell occult supplies.
They aren't a client of mine.
Yeah, we know that.
But you're a customer of theirs?
Am I?
What is this?
I've never heard of them.
So tell me why your credit card was charged
76 pounds by them last October
for a delivery to this address.
What?
It can't have been.
I don't know.
What is this?
Do I need to get a lawyer?
Items from this shop were found at all the crime scenes.
You were a customer.
We just need to rule you out.
Halloween.
What?
Halloween, we had a Halloween party,
and I bought some party toys from their site.
What did you buy?
Masks, creepy costume capes, you know, Halloween stuff.
Candles? Candles?
No, not candles.
Look, I have pictures.
That was a great night.
Three-day hangover.
What type of hallucinations?
Like seeing-things-that-aren't-real hallucinations.
What type of things?
Like the face of someone we're investigating.
Your serial killer? Yeah.
And things in the corner of my eye.
When did this start?
A few days ago.
Since we renewed your prescription?
I don't...
Actually, yeah.
Have you been drinking?
Some, but this has never happened before.
Rebecca, you know you should never touch medication
with alcohol.
Yeah, but like I said, this hasn't...
Have you been under any stress
in your personal life recently?
You know I have.
And how is work going?
I hear you're all under a lot of pressure.
The usual, homicide.
Is this your first serial killer case?
It is.
I hear it's terribly gruesome stuff.
And you're partnered with Detective Sergeant Smith.
I am.
How's that going?
He can be quite prickly sometimes.
Nothing I can't handle.
Look, Rebecca,
this is clearly an incredibly stressful time in your life.
Couple that with drinking a little too much alcohol
whilst taking this very powerful anti-anxiety medication,
it's little wonder things are feeling out of control.
Here's what we're going to do.
We are going to try you off on a new prescription
and you are going to cut out the alcohol.
Completely.
Not at all, okay?
Don't worry.
Everything is going to be fine.
What?
Where are you?
Get down here now.
He's confessing.
He just came in.
Confessed to the killings and then clammed up.
Says he will only speak to you.
To me, why?
He wasn't very coherent.
So, she's arrived.
Start talking.
Hello, Mr. Dewire.
I hear you would like to talk to me.
I did it.
You did what?
I killed them.
Who did you kill?
Everybody.
Could you be a little more specific?
Kingley street.
Brookfield.
The jogger, the doctor.
I killed them all, I did it!
Why did you kill them?
I can't remember.
So you remember killing them
but you don't remember why you did it?
No.
Yes, I must,
I must just be evil.
How did you choose your victims?
I can't remember.
Did you know your victims before you killed them?
Did I Know them?
I don't think so.
Which victim did you kill first?
I don't know.
What does it matter, they're all dead now.
We need to establish the details.
We need to establish that you actually did it.
Why have you chosen now to confess?
Because it's the right thing to do.
What's with all the demonic stuff?
Satan.
Satan must have driven me to it.
Why have you been removing body parts?
Body parts?
I must be sick!
Okay, take a breath.
Okay, relax.
Would you like a coffee?
Coffee, no, I don't want a fucking coffee!
I just wanna get rid of this terrible guilt!
Have you killed anybody else
aside from the people in the papers, I mean?
Oh god, yes, I have.
Lots of people.
All those faces.
This is a nightmare.
You don't actually believe him, do you?
What do you mean?
Look at him.
He's insane.
Of course he is.
He's a serial killer.
I don't buy it.
Why would he suddenly confess now?
Because he's insane.
Why did he only want to talk to you?
Because he's insane!
Why has he been removing organs from victims?
Because he's insane!
Look, every question you ask can be answered
because he's batshit crazy!
How many fake confessions have we had on this case so far?
As many as you'd expect on a case like this.
Oh come on, he's given us specifics.
What specifics?
He's given us nothing!
Look, this guy isn't some random nutter.
This guy is connected, he's on the list.
We were at his office just yesterday!
Yeah, we were.
Maybe we pushed him over the edge.
You're damn right we pushed him over the edge.
That's police work.
You want him to be guilty!
What, the guy who just confessed?
The guy we've got in custody now?
The guy who is linked in numerous ways
to a series of vicious bloody murders?
Yeah, I want the scumbag to be guilty.
Means we finally got the psycho off the streets!
Fuck!
Ambulance, now!
We need to compress, get me a cloth!
Would I have a cloth?
Take off your shirt!
You take off your shirt!
Hurry up!
It's a new shirt.
It's gonna be okay, okay?
It's gonna be okay.
I'm sorry.
But I don't know what's real anymore.
007, let you hair down, we won't tell.
Come on, get with the program.
In one... Thanks but no.
This is a celebration.
Excuse me if I don't feel like celebrating
the death of another human being.
Lighten up, Faraway.
We cracked the case.
Did we? Not this again.
The guy's house was practically a shrine to Satan.
He confessed, he killed himself, case closed, end of story.
Now shoot.
Good job.
Your round.
What can I get you?
Just the same again.
The noisy table in the corner.
You're a damn fine detective, you know that?
Thanks. Damn fine.
I appreciate that.
Yeah, so you got the wrong guy this time
but you followed the trail, you know?
You linked the pieces.
That's all you can do. Yeah.
And we make a great team. Do we?
Great team.
You are your father's daughter, that is for sure.
He must be very proud.
Yeah, I'm sure he is.
I'm glad you didn't get his looks, though.
All right, I have to take this.
Yeah.
Do you miss me?
No, I don't.
What?
That's because you're a miserable bitch.
Just sell the house.
I can't stand to hear your voice.
You're just so fucked up!
Just fuck off.
Don't ever wanna see you again.
You know, you push nice people, nice people like me,
push them away from you.
You're gonna die alone.
You're a disgrace to the force.
You look like shit.
God, you're a fucking monster.
Rebecca.
Stay down, you piece of shit!
Details of the suicide are still under investigation
but I can confirm
that Mr. Dewire was responsible for the recent killing...
Now the wasp drags the paralyzed spider
back to its nest.
We have received
multiple unconfirmed reports that U...
R.
Juan!
♪ Crazy ♪
Mixed up. Bitch.
The copulation can be violent and last up to 30 minutes.
Turn around!
Look behind you!
No, you look behind you.
Go away!
Leave me alone!
Who is it?
It's Detective Faraway.
Do you know what time it is?
Look, please, sorry.
I really need to speak to you, it's urgent.
I hate to say it but, you know,
sales are through the roof.
There really is no such thing as bad publicity.
You know, I gave the other officers
access to all my files...
So, what do you call yourself?
Doug.
No, I mean, are you witch doctor, a shaman?
What, are you serious?
I'm a businessman.
What about all this?
This crap?
This is just stuff I sell
to whomever is gullible enough to buy it.
You don't believe in any of it?
What's this all about?
I've been seeing things.
What kind of things?
I don't know, ghosts.
Right. Horrible things.
How often have you been seeing these horrible things?
All the time.
I think I've been cursed or possessed or something.
Okay.
So, I'm sorry.
I don't think I'm the person you should be speaking to.
Maybe I can call your doctor?
No, no doctors, they all think I'm mad.
And so do you.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I'll go, I'll go.
Wait.
Sit down.
It's okay.
How long have you been seeing these ghosts?
When I started working this case.
Well, the murders, they were ritualized.
Satanic symbols everywhere.
I think I've been infected by something.
Do you think that's possible?
Do I think it's possible that you could be possessed
by some kind of satanic entity?
Yeah.
No.
I think you may have let your imagination
get the better of you.
I mean, it must be really stressful
being confronted with all of this.
Seeing what you do in your work, I mean.
You don't believe in demons?
Demons? Black magic, the occult.
You don't believe that magic exists?
I didn't say that.
Magic exists in a way, you know?
Sleight of hand.
Smoke and mirrors.
Suggestion, misdirection.
If you believe it can happen to you, then maybe it will.
The placebo effect.
But I never believed in any of this before.
I'm a rationalist, for God's sakes.
That's why I became a detective.
So you think it's possible
that someone could be making me believe?
Isn't that what magicians do?
So what do I do?
Ignore it?
It's not real.
Just close your eyes.
Count to 10.
Just let it wash over you.
I know it can be hard to unbelieve something
but if you stop feeding these visions, they will go away.
Unless, of course, you really are crazy.
Hey, you see anything now?
See, it's working already.
It's not real.
It's only in my head.
This isn't real.
Eli Smith, leave a message.
Hello, Eli, it's Rebecca.
Okay, I know we haven't spoken since,
I'm really, really sorry about all that.
I was in a really bad place, okay?
But I've broken into Sweet's apartment
and I was right, okay?
He's the killer.
He's a Satanist.
Get here now.
Bring everybody.
Becca.
You're not real.
You're awake.
Dad?
We've all been so worried.
Don't move, Rebecca.
Lie down.
You need to rest.
What happened?
Where am I?
Where's Sweet?
We got him.
You got him.
You were about to become his next victim.
Smith got there just in time.
Eli saved my life?
I'll never live that down.
Where is he?
He's in the waiting room.
I think he's a bit embarrassed
that he was so wrong about everything.
Rebecca.
I'm sorry
Sorry?
What for?
For everything.
I know I haven't always shown it
but I've always been so very proud of you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Lie down, Becca, you need to rest.
Get off me.
Do what your father tells you, and lie on the bed.
This isn't real.
Don't struggle, you're only gonna make it worse.
This is not real!
My, aren't you a strong one.
It's always good to have a fall back.
I've already called my partner.
They know everything.
Oh yes, the police department's finest.
I'm sure he will be here any second.
I think I can hear sirens in the distance already.
You're crazy.
Those in glass houses, Becca.
You must realize none of this is real.
Are you sure about that?
How do you think I got into that mixed up
little head of yours this last month?
I feel for you.
I really do.
That wasn't a pleasant place to reside
even before I got in there.
I'm in your debt, you know?
I was all ready to give up on this little experiment
until you gave me the key.
He has been trying to speak to me.
I just never waited around long enough to hear him.
Instant gratification, I've always struggled with that one.
I understand, okay?
This isn't your fault.
You aren't fully...
The numbers on the walls.
I didn't leave those messages at the crime scenes.
In fact, I didn't even know they existed
till you very graciously showed me those photos.
That wasn't me.
It was him.
Please.
Mark 16:17.
Cast out devils, they shall speak with new tongues.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels,
and I have not charity, Corinthians 13:1.
Just let me go, okay, I can get you help.
Come on, detective, haven't you worked it out yet?
I've been offering up the wrong body parts all this time.
He's telling me he needs your tongue.
My tongue?
At least I think that's what he's telling me.
You're gonna have to bear with me on this.
This is all new ground.
We're traveling into the unknown together.
The only difference is
I'm coming back.
All right, have it your way.
No anesthetic.
I was trying to be nice.
I offer you this tongue.
Now, speak.
Are you here?
Hello?
Fuck it!
I honestly thought I had it that time.
Look, sorry about the tongue thing.
I feel really terrible now.
I did it!
We did it!
These are my terms.
Slow down, slow down.
This isn't how to conduct a negotiation.
First we make a little small talk.
Build rapport.
Develop trust.
Okay, straight to business, you're the boss.
Come on.
You know exactly what I want.
I want to be like you.
I want real physical power.
I'm bored of having nothing
but these tedious little mind tricks to work with.
It's so tiring.
I want to manipulate hard objective tangible reality.
Haven't I given you enough already?
What will you take?
Don't be ridiculous.
That's never going to happen.
Try again.
Step out of the circle.
My life?
That's almost as bad as my soul.
Why are you treating me like an imbecile?
Do you have any idea who I am?
I'm the youngest full equity partner...
Okay, I respect you.
Calm down.
A life.
Her life.
Will that work for you?
Well, why didn't you just say so?
Out of the circle.
Come on, you.
Time to leave the circle of trust.
It's lidocaine, perfectly harmless.
You stupid bitch.
You don't know what you've done!
You're awake.
Wait, don't move.
Guys.
Guys, she's awake.
You'll be all right.
I'm here.
We were so worried.
Don't try to speak.
She can't speak, you insensitive dick.
I'm sorry.
Here.
Don't worry, detective.
It's not like you ever had anything interesting to say.
You'd better watch yourself, Perkins.
You saw what she did with the Ripper.
We all saw what she did to Smith.
How the hell did you do it?
He's like twice your size.
How did you know it was him?
What was his motivation?
All right, boys, let's break it up.
We can do this later.
Rebecca needs her rest.
Sorry.
Sorry, detective.
Yeah, you get some rest.
We will be back in the morning.
Good work, partner.
What do you mean?
It must be the morphine.
I don't understand.
This is real.
I'm sorry for everything, but it is.
Look into the light, please.
You might feel a scratch.
You can look away if you want.
It's not going to work anymore.