05x04 - Two Below Zero 2

[bunniefuu]

[ground rumbling]

- [John] The body of a
young woman has been found.

- Ruth?

- She was found under the
snow whilst the rescue team

were looking for a
couple of snowboarders

who had gone missing.

- [Norton On Phone] The
father would like someone

to go on their behalf to
assist with identification.

- Whereabouts?

- [Norton On Phone]
In a place called Loen.

- [Sam] Where's that?

- [Norton On Phone] Norway.

- Sam, look.

- What's wrong?

- These dental records don't
match the body we have here.

- This isn't Ruth.

Apparently, another
English girl went missing

at the same resort 15 years ago.

- Louise.

- Who?

- Louise Hutton.

- [Virginia] Fathers
and their daughters.

Tony, this is Professor Ryan.

- Very kind of you to come.

- I'm sorry about
the circumstances.

- Stephen, is Henry back yet?

- Yes.

I saw his car outside
Brickyard Cottage earlier.

- Louise is dead.

They found her.

- All this time.

- [Sam] Both girls
disappeared at the height

of the tourist season.

Both were English.

The police are now
focusing on the tourists

who returned to Loen at
the same time each year.

- Henry, I know you're there.

You couldn't leave
her alone, you bastard.

- A profiler to find out why
the k*ller does what he does.

- I don't think so.

- You're almost certainly
dealing with a male psychopath.

- Psychopath?

["Silencium" - John Harle]

[knocking on door]

- Yep?

Morning.

- Morning.

- Thanks for coming in.

We'll get straight
down to it, shall we?

The DNA results are back.

You are the father of Louise
Hutton's twins, Mr. Taylor.

- I think my client
needs a moment.

- No, no, no, no.

No, I'm fine.

- So, if there's anything
else you'd like to tell us,

now would be as
good a time as any.

- Nothing else.

I didn't k*ll her.

I swear.

I swear, I didn't k*ll her.

- Thanks, Stephen.

I shan't be long.

- This is DS Fletcher.

- [Fletcher] Professor Ryan.

- How's it going?

- [Fletcher] Hi.

- We think we may
have a suspect.

- Really?

- John Taylor, but
there's one problem.

It's a bit difficult.

Your Norwegian friend.

- Jan.

- Yes.

I don't want to cause
any embarrassment here,

but he said he thought Louise
was three months pregnant.

- That's right.

- Well, Mr. Taylor has told
us when he did the deed

and the dates don't tie in.

- By how much?

- They're two weeks out.

She would have been


It's not a big deal,
but the thing is,

I find myself thinking that

if he got that even
slightly wrong,

could he have missed
something else?

- No.

- [sighs] Look, I can close
ranks with the best of them,

but this is a double
m*rder inquiry.

- Jan wouldn't miss anything.

- Well, our Mr. Taylor was
quite clear about the date,

it being the first time.

If you know what I mean.

- And he's definitely the
father of both fetuses?

They did check both?

- Well, presumably, yeah.

Why wouldn't they?

- Because unless
someone asked them,

they'd have no reason to.

[phone beeping]

Jan?

Hi, it's Sam.

Look, about Louise Hutton.

You know one fetus was
smaller than the other.

Which one did you
use for the DNA profile?

Right.

So, you didn't check both?

Would you?

That's grand.

Thanks.

- Bugger.

- Did you screw her?

- There's no point to this.

- You did, didn't you?

- No.

- You liar!

- I never slept with Louise

and I don't know where you
got such a ridiculous idea from.

- Because I know you.

- Oh, stuff this.

- And she was pregnant.

You bastard!

- Ginny, Ginny.

Ginny, no!

[glass shatters]

For God's sake, Ginny.

Ginny.

Ginny, no.

No!

[metal thuds] Ow!

[grunts]

- No!

Mrs. Hutton?

[phone rings]

- Norton.

What?

When?

sh*t.

Come on.

- [Policeman] Did you
see which way he went?

- Uh, I don't know.

Well, no.

Out the back.

I'm sorry.

As soon as I saw Mrs.
Hutton laying on the ground,

I didn't know how
badly she'd been hurt.

She's gonna be
all right, isn't she?

[subdued music]

[door opens]

- Just got back from Norway.

Darling, this is Detective
Chief Inspector Norton.

- I'm sorry to hear what
happened, Mrs. Hutton.

How are you feeling?

Well, I realize this is deeply
distressing for both of you,

but do you feel up to
answering a few questions?

- Yeah.

- Good.

You went to see your
brother-in-law Henry Hutton?

- He att*cked me.

- And why do you
think he did that?

- Louise.

- Louise?

- He'd been sleeping with her.

He might even be the
one who got her pregnant.

[dogs barking]

[helicopter whirring]

- [Norton] Was your brother
a frequent visitor to Loen?

- No, this was the first time.

Well, since Louise.

No.

No, Henry would
never go that far.

- Tony, you remember
what Stephen told us.

That night in Loen in the bar.

If that was the other
girl that went missing.

- Ginny.

- You know what he's like.

- Yes.

But in this case, you're wrong.

He would never hurt anyone.

- Oh, really?

- What exactly happened
in that bar, Mrs. Hutton?

- A young girl and Henry.

She threw her drink over him.

Not that that
would've stopped him.

The greater the challenge,
the sweeter the prize.

- You stay with Mike.

Hey, if you'd follow me we'll
do the barn on the other side.

- Okay.

Right.

- Is all this really necessary?

I think it would be
better if just you and I.

- I'm sorry.

Check out the far side.

- [Policeman] I think
we'll be here some time.

Over.

[machine whirring]

- What's that?

- Oh, it's just an old freezer.

It was thrown out when Ginny
had the kitchen renovated.

- Why is it on?

- I've no idea.

[tense music]

Oh, God.

- Cheers.

- Thanks for coming.

It looks like the
same handiwork.

- Who is it?

- She was a local girl.

Vicky Amberly.

Last seen leaving the
village pub after being plied

with champagne by
Henry Hutton all night.

You haven't got a spare
pair of those, have you?

It's just that every
kind of animal on Earth

seems to have shat in this yard.

Anyway, this morning
Henry Hutton b*at up

his sister-in-law,
Mrs. Hutton, then fled.

Apparently, his liking
for young women

extends to blood relatives.

Which reminds me.

Have you had the DNA profile
back on the second fetus yet?

- No.

- Right.

Almost looks
asleep, doesn't she?

It's gotta be the
same bloke, doesn't it?

[people chattering]

- [Policeman] Henry Hutton?

- Why does he
arrange them like that?

- You're asking
the wrong person.

- I am not gonna get a profiler.

- It's your decision.

- It's like some
names you can't stand.

- For me it's always been Colin.

There was a Colin at school.

Every time I meet a
Colin now, I think of him.

I had a similar experience
with a profiler once.

- So you said.

Except the Colin I
know is called Alice.

- Still a Colin.

[phone rings]

Yeah?

What?

No, no, keep him there.

Keep him there.

I'll be straight down.

They've got the bastard.

Has he said anything yet?

- He thinks it's about the
att*ck on his sister-in-law.

He's cooperated so far.

- So he hasn't been coached?

- Not yet, sir.

No.

- Mr. Henry Hutton,

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of m*rder.

- What?

m*rder?

- You're not obliged
to say anything.

- For God sakes, she was
the one who att*cked me.

- You're not obliged
to say anything,

but it may harm your
defense if you fail to mention,

when questioned,
anything that you may later

come to rely on in court.

- Hold the hair
checking very carefully

for any loose strands.

Anything that doesn't
belong to the deceased.

- [Norton] Hi.

- Hi.

- I want the whole
place taken apart.

We're looking for items of
women's clothing and hair slides.

Especially hair slides.

[subdued music]

And you declined to have a
legal representative present.

Is that correct?

- Yep.

- Let's start with
Louise, shall we?

And we'll move on to Ruth.

- I don't have the faintest
idea what you're talking about.

Who's Ruth?

- We have a witness
who's given a statement

saying that you were seen
talking to Louise Hutton,

your niece, on the
night she vanished.

Can you remember anything
about that conversation?

- It was 15 years ago.

- Yeah, but you can
remember talking to her?

- Vaguely, yes.

- [Norton] And then what?

- Buying her a drink.

- And she drank it?

- From what I can remember, yes.

Most of the bottle.

- Well, that's not very wise
for someone who was pregnant.

- She never mentioned it.

- [Norton] She never told
you she was pregnant?

- No.

- Did you ever sleep
with, as in have sex with,

your niece, Mr. Hutton?

- No.

- You're quite sure about that?

- I think I might remember
sleeping with my own niece.

Wouldn't you?

- And after your drink,
what happened then?

- She left.

- [Norton] What did you do?

- Ordered another bottle.

- What, you weren't annoyed?

- Annoyed?

- Annoyed, yes.

That she'd stood you up.

- She didn't stand me up.

She was a perfectly
independent young woman,

free to make up her mind
to do whatever she liked.

- Is that what attracted
you to Ruth Townsend?

- Who's Ruth Townsend?

- [sighs] She was a
young ski guide last seen

throwing a drink into
your lap in a bar in Loen.

- Ah.

- [Norton] You remember?

- Interesting girl.

- What about Vicky?

- Who?

- Vicky Amberly.

Last night plying her and
her fried with champagne.

- Oh, that Vicky.

- Yes.

Yes, that Vicky.

- What about her?

- Same as the other two?

- Strangled.

No sexual as*ault.

Although, this time there
were cuts and bruises

to her wrists which
suggests she could've been

tied up at some point.

But no hairs, no fibers.

- [sighs] He's
k*lled three people.

How are we supposed to prove it?

He must've left
something behind.

- Well, maybe he has.

John Taylor isn't
the father of both

of Louise Hutton's twins.

- What?

- Jan just faxed me the results.

[siren wailing in distance]

With non-identical twins,

conception doesn't always
take place at the same time.

In rare cases the gap can
be as much as two weeks.

- Uncle Henry.

- Could be.

- Well, with this, at
least we've got enough

to keep the bastard in
for another three days.

- Did you talk to him
about the girl's hair

and how it was arranged?

- No.

- Well, I think it
could be crucial.

- [chuckles] Yeah, I know.

I know what you're driving at.

- It might help you to
understand what makes him tick.

Give you a way in.

- Okay, what?

So, it might turn out
nanny spanked him.

Big deal.

- Mrs. Hutton showed
me the family album.

- And?

- We didn't realize then
how important the hair was.

Any photographs of
Louise, friend of the family's,

relatives, friends of Henry's.

A child with bunches.

[tense music]

- How far are we
supposed to go back, huh?

- No.

No, I can manage.

- Sorry, I couldn't come.

I thought I'd better
stay with the police.

- That's all right.

Thank you, Stephen.

For everything.

- I'm afraid they're still here.

- What are they looking for?

- I really don't know.

[subdued music]

- Did you manage to find
what you were looking for?

- No.

- [Virginia] I'm sorry.

- Well, it was a long sh*t.

- We feel so responsible.

If there's anything we
can do for the parents

of these poor girls.

- That's very kind,
but I think at this stage,

we should just leave
everybody alone.

Well, thanks for the tea.

There's just one other thing.

There's a piece of
information that we've withheld

from the general public.

You were asked to
identify some hair slides?

- Yes.

- Well, each of the victims
was wearing a similar pair.

Each had her hair arranged
in a rather child-like way.

Bunches with the hair
held back by the slides.

Does a little girl with bunches
mean anything to you?

- No.

- Particularly, in
connection with Henry?

- Darling?

[phone beeping]

- Jan, hi.

Thanks for the fax.

Look, I was wondering.

When the last two
victims were found,

they definitely had their
hair tied back in bunches.

We didn't notice it
so much with Louise.

Everything had been tossed
around so much by the avalanche.

- She lived in the
village, apparently.

- [Norton] What was her name?

- I can't remember to be honest.

I don't think I was ever told.

My brother was home that summer.

Drummed out of the army.

She was only 12 when
Henry slept with her.

I don't think it was
just the once, either.

My parents found out eventually
and managed to hush it up.

Henry was sent abroad.

But the tragedy
didn't end there.

Girl d*ed in an accident
a short while later.

- And the family, what
happened to them?

- Do you know, I
haven't any idea.

I wasn't here.

At the time, I was with
the regiment in Cyprus.

My parents were very
discrete about the whole thing.

- Well, what happened to Henry?

- He disappeared for a
while and then years later

he started to join us
on the odd skiing trip.

He never bothered
to come back here.

- Until this year.

- Whoever's doing this
must've used a brush or a comb.

Would you mind
checking your samples?

The k*ller might not have
been so careful 15 years ago.

If he used his own
brush on the girls,

we might just find
one of his hairs.

[door opens]

- Mr. Merchant, isn't it?

- Yes.

Stephen.

- Thanks for coming in.

Have a seat.

As you're no doubt aware
Henry Hutton's been arrested

in connection with the
m*rder of Vicky Amberly.

- Yes.

- We're also interviewing
him about the deaths

of Louise Hutton
and Ruth Townsend

which is why we
want to talk to you.

- How can I help?

- First of all, can you
tell me if you recognize

the person in this picture?

- Yes.

It's Ruth Townsend.

- Mrs. Hutton tells me
that when you were in Loen,

you saw Henry in a
bar with a young woman.

- Yes.

- Is this the same young woman?

- Definitely.

There was a noise.

I don't know, a
scene, I suppose.

I looked around and
there was Mr. Hutton

and she had thrown
her drink over him.

- How did Henry react?

- He was not best pleased.

- Was that it?

- Pretty much.

I left after that.

- Was Henry still
there when you left?

- I think so.

- And the other night in
the pub here in the village,

you telephoned Bob Jones
about his daughter, didn't you?

What made you do that?

[sighs]

You knew what Henry
Hutton was like, didn't you?

- Major Hutton has always
been a gentleman in every sense.

He believes that with
privilege comes responsibility.

Henry has no respect for anyone.

He always used
his position to...

Well.

- You currently live in a
cottage on the Hutton estate.

That's rather selfless of
you letting your brother

and his wife have the house.

- I'm a man of very simple
needs, Chief Inspector.

And before you bring it
up, as I'm sure you will,

yes, I was cut off without
a penny by my parents.

- And why was that?

- I can imagine what
my brother's been saying.

But if you knew what an
absolute bastard my father was.

- Not so much to
do with your father

as with a little girl
from the village.



What was her name?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Well, you had rather a
lot of time on your hands

that summer having been
thrown out of the army.

You'd been a little
light fingered I hear.

Embezzled some funds
from the office's mess.

[laughs]

- Oh, my poor brother.

Pathologically and
suffocatingly honest.

Do you know they
thought it was him?

Gave me a laugh.

He was forced to stop me.

And has felt guilty
about it ever since.

Especially since he
inherited the entire estate.

Pathetic.

I never wanted any of it anyway.

- If you can't remember
the girl's name,

perhaps you can remember
what she looked like, Mr. Hutton.

Very sweet, I expect.

Hair done in bunches.

Is that what you've
been doing, Mr. Hutton?

Trying to relive the
moment with your victims

by making them look like her.

- The suspect does not reply.

- The thing is, we still can't
even bloody charge him.

Anyway, thanks for your
suggestion about the hair bunches.

- You're going to
thank Jan for this.

It's possible the k*ller
used his own brush or comb

to arrange Louise's hair.

This one belongs to Louise.

You can see she used to dye
her hair and it's growing out.

But this one.

- [Norton] Not the same.

- That was found caught up
in one of Louise's hair slides.

- So this could
belong to the k*ller?

- Mm-hmm.

- [Norton] Can you
get the DNA from that?

- Oh, yes.

- Then we can nail him
with a double whammy.

This and the paternity results.

- How was Joe's lecture?

- Pretty crap.

- Come on, Alice.

Say what you really think.

- How's your psychopath?

- The police think
they've got him.

- Oh, wonderful.

- But they can't prove it.

He's 50-ish from a very
wealthy background,

although he's been
cut off by the family.

Has a liking for teenage
girls, including his own niece,

and there's every chance
he got her pregnant.

- Charming.

- Prior to that he was having
sex with a 12-year-old girl

whose parents hushed
the whole thing up,

packed him off to Europe,

and the girl d*ed shortly
after in an accident.

- How?

- I don't know.

But I'm told there was
nothing sinister about it.

- Go on.

- The police think he's
dressing the girl's hair

to look like her.

- And he's denying the murders.

- Yes.

What?

- Nothing.

- You don't think he did it?

- I didn't say that.

- Alice.

- All I'm saying...

All I'm saying is be prepared.

- Be prepared?

What kind of
mumbo jumbo is that?

You aren't seriously suggesting

that we've nicked the wrong guy?

A man who interferes
with 12-year-old girls,

screws his own niece,
gets her pregnant.

- Have we got the results?

- Yes, we have.

It's him.

- The results on the hair?

- Look, he was seen
talking to each of the victims

the night they were k*lled.

What are the chances of that?

- The k*ller isn't into
sexually assaulting girls.

Henry is.

It's probably someone
close to Henry.

He's the common denominator.

He could be the trigger.

I just thought it was
important information

I should pass on.

- I appreciate it.

- What about the strand of hair?

- Not Henry's.

- It's not Henry's?

- [Norton] No.

For a start it was
the wrong sex.

- What?

- Yes, it was female.

But I hope you're
not gonna tell me

that I should be out
there looking for a woman.

- Oh, no.

- Good.

'Cause I'll tell
you what I think.

Louise wasn't the first.

How many other bodies are there?

- Suspect doesn't reply.

- Oh, ah.

Only joking.

[laughs]

- It isn't funny, Mr. Hutton.

- Well, it is from
my side of the table.

- Is there any information
which you gave us yesterday

that you'd now like to change?

- Nope.

- Do you continue to
deny that you had any form

of sexual relationship with
your niece Louise Hutton?

- Absolutely.

- Then, how do you
account for the fact

that you are the father
of one of the children

she was carrying?

- Ah.

Oh, don't look so
shocked, Chief Inspector.

A generation or two
back in our family,

such behavior was doing good.

Helped maintain the
purity of the Hutton line.

And for the record,

she certainly didn't
need much encouraging.

I expect she got
that from her mother.

- Did you know
Louise was pregnant?

- Yes.

She was very common
sensible about the whole thing.

She was going to
university, didn't want a child.

Especially, not mine.

I offered to pay to
have the job done,

but she wouldn't have it.

She threw the
money back in my face

and that was the
last time I saw her.

Scout's honor.

[engine rumbling]

[sighs]

- Does the fact that
we've got no evidence

mean he didn't do it,

or just that we can't prove it?

- I don't know.

This is the original
list that Major Hutton

did for Lensmann Nils Hansen.

Now, if you set aside the
Major, his wife, and Henry,

that leaves you with
members of staff,

three families who
holiday with him regularly,

one of them is John Taylor.

- John Taylor?

- Yeah, he's in the
middle of a bitter divorce.

If I have to give anyone
m*rder it's one of these six.

- Yeah, okay.

Give him another tug.

- Guv.

And, in the meantime, Henry.

- Yeah, let him go.

- Guv.

- [Stephen] Hi, Julie.

- Hi.

- [Stephen] Can
I give you a lift?

- No, it's okay.

The bus will be here soon.

- Well, where are you headed?

- The station.

- [Stephen] I'll take you.

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

Vicky's funeral is the
day after tomorrow.

I've never been to one before.

I don't know what to wear.

- Just wear whatever
you think she'd like.

- No.

No, I've got to get
something special.

Have you ever been to one?

- Yeah.

- What did you wear?

- A school uniform.

- How old were you?

- 13.

- Whose funeral was it?

- My sister.

- Your sister?

How old was she?

- 13.

- Were you twins?

- No.

No, she was my step-sister.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

That must've been awful.

What happened?

How did she?

- She drowned.

I was the one who found her.

- God, that must've
been terrible.

- Here we go.

- I'm sorry.

- No, look.

It's okay.

- See ya.

- Bye.

[buzzer ringing]

- Good afternoon.

- [Policeman] Afternoon.

- John Taylor.

I had a call from Detective
Sergeant Fletcher.

- [Policeman]
Right, take a seat.

We'll be with you in a minute.

- Thank you.

- [Norton] Louise didn't
want your babies, did she?

- [John] What?

- Or should I say baby?

One of the twins wasn't yours.

- I don't understand.

- Yeah.

Louise had been sleeping with
someone before you appeared.

He got there first.

See, it doesn't really
sound much to me

like Louise cared for you.

She has a
one-night-stand, dumps you,

won't even talk to you.

Then, she goes off
with some local ski hick

right in front of your nose.

How'd that make you feel?

- Suspect doesn't reply.

- Did you ever go back?

Stand on the spot where
you buried her, hmm?

Did you get a kick knowing
what lay beneath your feet,

no one else having
the slightest clue?

- Suspect doesn't reply.

- I didn't k*ll her.

- Apparently, you
know, she looked exactly

the same as the day she d*ed.

Well, until we thawed her out.

- Please.

- Interview terminated at 12:46.

That's it, Mr. Taylor.

You're free to go.

- Go?

- Yes.

Yes, of course.

That'll be fine.

Henry's been released.

- He's not coming here.

- Where else can he go?

- Yeah?

- I'm sorry to be a nuisance.

- I was just passing.

- Right.

This is great.

I don't fancy heading
back on my own.

- I'm not surprised.

- I got a dress.

- Good.

You okay?

- You know that
night in the pub?

That man, it was me he
kept looking at, not Vicky.

Even though they've
got him now, I still don't.

- They haven't.

- Haven't what?

- They haven't got him.

They let him go.

- What?

- Yeah.

- The little girl that
Henry first abused,

I'm sure that's still the key.

- Okay.

Suppose...

Suppose the k*ller had
been very close to this girl.

- How close?

- I'd start with a brother
and work outwards.

Half-brother,
step-brother, cousin.

Then I'd try neighbor,
school friend.

- Okay.

- If he'd been
very close to her,

and he knew about the abuse,

but was powerless
to do anything about it.

- Why powerless?

- Physically powerless.

Too young.

Otherwise, he could've
prevented the abuse.

But not a child.

For these events to be
psychologically damaging,

he would have
been in early puberty.

You said the girl d*ed.

So, to him, she would
then be at peace.

No more sexual abuse.

He would no
longer feel frustrated

about being
unable to prevent it.

He would've felt a
tremendous emotional release.

- So, that's what he was doing.

He was saving them from Henry?

- It's just past
the dam, isn't it?

- Yeah.

But would you mind.

I mean, could I stop at yours
for a bit until Dad gets back?

- Yeah, fine.

- I just don't feel safe
knowing that that man.

- No problem.

- This is all so
circumstantial though, isn't it?

- You mean, it won't
convince your detective.

- The hair.

- The similarities in
each case is not enough.

- No, I don't mean the bunches.

I mean the things he used.

The hair clips, the bands.

Why would he have them?

Unless they were mementos.

On the first body they found

there was a strand of
unidentified female hair.

That didn't come from
someone he'd k*lled.

That came from
the 12-year-old girl

who d*ed in the accident.

The one Henry had been abusing.

It belonged to her.

- Guv, the sup is waiting.

- Blimey, I forgot.

[phone ringing]

- DCI Norton's phone.

Yeah, hold on a minute, please.

Okay.

Guv.

Guv!

[tense music]

sh*t.

You've just missed him.

Um, no.

I'm afraid you can't.

He's left it here.

Can I take a message?

- No, I'll try later.

Thanks.

Major Hutton?

- She may have had a
brother or other family.

We simply have no idea.

- [Sam] There's no one
else here, or in the village,

who might know?

- Chief, have you seen Julie?

She's not come home.

- No, mate.

- They've let that
Hutton bastard.

- Henry, please.

Professor Ryan says it
might be extremely important.

- [Virginia] Don't you want
to find out who k*lled Louise?

- I thought you
were looking at him.

Oh, so I'm not the triple-m*rder*r
you all thought I was.

Oh, oh.

It's as if nothing had happened.

- [Bob] Hutton!

Hutton!

- Oh, dear, Tony.

The peasants are revolting.

- Where is she?

What have you done with her?

- [Tony] Come on.

There's no need for this.

- My mother came to live here

to get away from
my first step-father.

And then she met Emily's dad.

But when Emily d*ed,
so did the relationship

and then we moved on.

But I'd always liked it
here, so I came back.

- [Julie] Ah, she's lovely.

- The best.

We would've been really
happy here until Henry started.

Broke her up.

- Didn't the police get him?

- No.

No.

We were sent on holiday.

One morning there she was

just lying at the
bottom of the pool.

A freak accident.

- I'm so sorry.

- It was strange.

I've never seen
her look so peaceful.

Safe.

No one could hurt her anymore.

- Do you mind if I ring
and see if Dad's got home?

- We'll handle it from
here, Major Hutton.

- [Tony] Sorry, Bob.

- Mr. Hutton, somebody
is k*lling these girls

because he thinks
he's protecting them.

Saving them from you.

At the time, he
was unable to stop

what you were doing
with that little girl,

but now he can do something.

- [laughs] Sorry, Professor.

If you think he's
saving girls from me,

then I don't need to boast,

but well there'd be
hundreds of dead bodies

all the way from here
right across Europe.

[laughs]

And beyond.

- It's someone here.

When you came back,

that's what triggered
him to start k*lling again.

[laughs]

- You really don't give a
sh*t about anything, do you?

- Uncharacteristically
forthright of you, Tony.

- For years you've
been sleeping with girls

young enough to
be your daughter.

Well, I think perhaps it's time
you knew one of them was.

- [Virginia] Tony.

- You don't need to
say anything, Ginny.

Never made the slightest
difference about you, about Louise.

Not one bit.

The minute I started to
show interest in Ginny,

you had to be first, didn't you?

- Louise?

- What was the name
of the girl, Henry?

- Emily.

I swear, I thought
she was older.

- [Sam] And her brother?

- Um, step-brother, Stephen.

- Stephen?

- Our Stephen?

- Yes.

[sirens wailing]

[tires squealing]

[tense music]

- Stephen?

Stephen!

Where's Julie?

- [Stephen] What's going on?

- We're looking for Julie Jones.

- Julie?

Oh, she's just gone home.

In fact, she'll probably
be there by now.

- What was she doing here?

- I gave her a lift.

She didn't want to
be in her house alone.

She'd heard that Mr. Hutton
had been released,

so she asked if
she could stay here

till she thought her
dad would be back.

- Right.

- Why?

What's going on?

- I'd like someone to
check his pockets, please.

- What?

- Stephen.

- And the other one.

She's still here.

Julie!

You're okay.

Let's get this off.

You're okay.

[crying]

You're okay.

- Go on.

[tense music]

- Stephen?

- Yes.

- Well done, Sam.

Couldn't have
done it without you.

- Not at all.

Prosecution couldn't
argue the toxicology results.

Anyone could've picked it up.

- Good luck, Mr. Moss.

A free man at last.

I'm sure you'd like to
add your vote of thanks.

Mrs. Townsend.

- Actually, it was Professor
Ryan that I wanted to see.

- Of course.

We'll speak soon, Sam.

- [Sam] Mary.

- Don't say anything.

I might burst into tears.

I was told how
much work you did.

You never gave up.

Thank you.

["Silencium" - John Harle]