27x10 - Kings Cross - Part Two

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Here at King's Cross Museum...

Where we're getting unconfirmed reports
that a mass grave has been discovered.

JACK: How many?
NIKKI: 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.

DI TUDOR: I've found
an ex-partner of body eight.

CAMERA CLICKS
Tentative ID is Kacper Tadych.

Partner's name is Anna Gorska.

That's Kacper's belt.

GABRIEL: 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.

RUSSELL CRIES OUT

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?

QUIETLY: 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?

SHE BREATHES NERVOUSLY

He'd turn like that.
SNAPS FINGERS

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.

JACK: Got a bag.

Got a jacket...

...with blood.

Shame it took a serial k*ller

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.

CAMERA CLICKS

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 k*ller.

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.

DC ABBOTT: He did.

It tallies with the police
report I've finally unearthed.

CS COURT:
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.

TAPE WHIRRS

JACK: Adam Perry.

Terry Bordell.

Go back. Go back to when
the assailant turns away.

TAPE WHIRRS

Stop.

I think the assailant saw Bordell

coming from the opposite direction.

You can just about make out
the knife in his right hand.

DI TUDOR:
So, sometime after

this incident was captured,

Perry returns to King's Cross,
having been discharged,

finds his assailant,

attacks him, with fatal results.

JACK: As for Bordell,

looks like he may well have seen

the assailant's face.

DI TUDOR:
So Bordell hunts him down

and is also k*lled.

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.

HE SIGHS

- 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.

BOTH: With you.

One day.

I'll hold you to that.

PHONE VIBRATES

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.

ACTOR'S VOICE: If we wait for Jack,
I think we'll all starve.

I was thinking,

maybe we could do
Shabbat dinner this week?

ACTOR'S VOICE: 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?



Likely sleeping in the tavern?

HE SIGHS

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.
PHONE VIBRATES

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 k*lled,

there'd be a record of that somewhere?

Oh, yes.

That week there were


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.

CS COURT:
Adam Perry, Terry Bordell...

...Judy Holmes...

...Simon Daniels...

...Elseid Broja...

...Faisal Hosseini...

...and Kacper Tadych.

CAMERAS CLICK

GABRIEL: I can confirm

that postmortems
have now been completed

on all eight bodies.

REPORTER:
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.

REPORTERS CLAMOUR

OFFICIAL: One at a time,
please. One at a time!

Calm down. Please, calm down.
One at a time!

LINE RINGS

- 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.

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

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 k*lled
by a rival dealer.

- It was never solved?
- No.

There must be a good chance
that the k*ller m*rder*d 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 k*ller 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.

JACK: 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.

HE EXHALES
No.

We believe the k*ller 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?



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.

CS COURT: 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 w*r.

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.

HE SIGHS

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



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-c*m-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?

CS COURT: He had the right idea
getting out, didn't he?


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.

sh*t.

Bit of a coincidence.

SHE SIGHS

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 k*ller 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 k*ller 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.

GABRIEL: 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?

LINE RINGS

- MALE VOICE: 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 m*rder

of a no-mark drug dealer?

This was taken at King's Cross station

one day after Dean Lane's k*lling.

We believe this man went on

to become the
King's Cross serial k*ller.

Did the dealer you suspected

of k*lling 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 m*rder.

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!

SIRENS WAIL

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 k*ller.

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 k*lled 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.

DOOR HINGES CREAK

CLOCK TICKS, DOOR HINGES CREAK

Thank you.

PHONE VIBRATES

Boss?

We have a suspect.
He may be on site with you now.

His name is Carl Streeting,


Do not engage with him.
Firearms are en route.

MESSAGE ALERT TONE

Jack.

sh*t.

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 sh*t 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.

SIRENS WAIL IN THE DISTANCE

But you never really got away, did you?

You never really escaped.

I slipped the cuffs.

Me.

SIGHS AND CHUCKLES

Talk about deluded.

Talk about the last to know.
SIRENS WAIL

I had no clue, did 1?

No idea who I was setting free.

SIRENS WAIL

CAR DOOR CLOSES

POLICE OFFICER: Armed police!
Place the g*n on the floor!

POLICE SHOUT

God, you made me run that day.

g*nsh*t REVERBERATES

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...
CLEARS THROAT

My, erm, twin brother Angus...

SHE SIGHS

...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 k*ller 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.

SHE SIGHS

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

♪ 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

♪ I'll leave the light on

♪ I'll leave the light on. ♪

BIRDS TWEET

PHONE RINGS

- JACK: 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.

DOORBELL RINGS

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.

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silenciu...

♪ Silenciu...

♪ ..um... ♪