The skin's been removed from the face, the torso, the fingertips.
Do you recognise this man? No. I don't know him.
Blood. Get it to the lab. We might have a witness.
Somebody went to great lengths to place this in Mr Marlow's exhibition. His fans can get quite obsessive.
That's Riley's email. I'm messaging Buchan. She's asking him out on a date.
Put the weapon down! False alarm. She is Sebastian Marlow, aren't you?
He must want the crimes acknowledged. Why does he want their skins?
Well, he's got no face and no fingerprints,
but I'm pretty sure it's Sid Walden They'll confirm it at the lab. Any other skin missing?
Yeah, a big strip down his back. And they found this pinned to his nipple.
It's the same code. I showed it to Liam, told him it was an algebra problem.
He looked at me like I was an idiot. It's completely unacceptable
to show your son confidential material! I was thinking outside the box! You gonna arrest him?
It was a joke. Jesus! Well, flag it up next time, will you? I don't wanna die of shock.
How long's that been there? Years.
You've heard of Judge Jeffreys, the hanging judge? Of course. He used to drink in this pub.
When was that? Well, I don't know, in the olden days.
He used to come and watch the hangings of the men he condemned.
They were left dangling while three tides washed over them, belt and braces job.
Maybe the killer's making a point.
Maybe he considers these killings to be executions.
Yeah, maybe that's just where the tide washed the body up. You can't make connections willy-nilly.
Willy-nilly.
Samuel Peeps used to drink in here. Charles Dickens.
You're a regular font of knowledge. If it's about pubs, I know it.
Miles, I think we need to put you down in the basement with Buchan.
I think that's enough jokes for one day. (LAUGHS)
I'll have three from the top and two from the bottom, please, Carol.
Oh, bloody hell. Have a delve into Sid Walden's background, see if there's anything murky,
especially in relation to Harry Barnett, the first victim.
You do the same with our Russian friend. Maybe we can meet in the middle. Yes, skip.
So, the shoes you found at the crime scene, we've had a DNA match come through.
Sabina Masud. She's got a couple of shoplifting convictions.
She could be our witness. We need to speak to her. I already have.
Excuse me. DI Chandler, Whitechapel Police.
We're looking for Sabina Masud.
She's my daughter. Oh, right. Is she around? We have her shoes.
These are not Sabina's shoes.
Well, she certainly wore them. It's all right, Papa.
My dad's had a shop here for 20 years.
A couple of years ago, this Russian gang started coming into shops,
demanding money for protection. Some paid, some didn't.
There was a lot of fighting. And your father refused to pay?
They said they'd hurt him, but he wasn't afraid. So they came after me.
This man?
(SIGHS) I promised my dad I wouldn't go out.
That's why I never said anything.
I took a shortcut through the cemetery. My shoes were killing me. Next thing I knew, he was there.
I thought I was gonna die, but then someone attacked him.
Put a rag over his face. It must have drugged him, cos he fell down.
Did you see the person who attacked him?
It was dark but it looked like an old woman.
Did you see her face? Just a glimpse.
It was all leathery and wrinkled. But she was strong.
It was like the head and the body didn't match. She looked... I don't know.
She looked like a witch.
Morning! Thought I'd just pop up from the depths for a few gulps of air
before heading back to my dark cavern. You look very smart. Thank you. Going anywhere special?
No, no, just, erm... Well, I am meeting a friend.
(LAUGHS) Come on, then, spill the beans. Who is she?
Ah, a gentleman never tells. You can tell me, I'm a policeman. Ask no questions, get no lies.
I saw a policeman zipping up his flies. Though a nuisance, bees are worse. That is the end of my verse.
(ALL LAUGH) Are you on drugs?
I'm sorry if my heightened spirits offend you, Constable Kent. Detective Constable.
But in the midst of all this death, life must go on.
The Flaying Of The Judge Sisamnes by Gerard David.
The judge delivered a false verdict when he accepted a bribe.
He was skinned alive and his hide used to cover the chair in which his son would sit in judgement.
Talk about getting medieval on one's arse.
(ALL LAUGH) See you shortly.
So we're hunting witches again. You better put on that hagstone that Buchan bought you.
Do you believe her? Do you? Even using chloroform,
an old woman wouldn't be able to bring down a man like Barnett or Sidney Walden.
So how do you explain what she saw? We should check out her father.
In the painting by Titian, Marsyas was hung upside down to be flayed
so the blood would run to his brain and keep him conscious. So?
In butchery, animals' throats are cut and they're hung upside down.
Our killer doesn't cut the throats, he flays the skin off.
Still, we should find out his movements. Take an artist. Get a likeness of the killer from Sabina.
Oh, Miles. Not Tracey Emin.
(DRILL WHIRRS)
William Tierney Clark?
Do you want to come on through?
Straight through.
You wanted to see me? Yes.
We have a witness to the Nikolai Baldaev murder.
She describes the killer as an old lady with a face like a witch.
OK. She specifically said leathery skin. Leatherface.
What was that? Leatherface. Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
He wore a mask of human skin. That is fiction. It's a good film.
It is pornography loosely based, and I mean loosely,
on the case of Ed Gein, the Plainfield Ghoul.
Yeah. A famous serial killer. He confessed to two murders,
which does not qualify him as a serial killer. That's pedanticness. Pedantry.
All right! All I'm trying to say is, maybe what Sabina saw wasn't the killer's real face.
Maybe he wore a skin mask.
Prepare me a file on Ed Gein. There's a lot of material...
We have three victims. I don't want a fourth.
OK, can you just bite together for me, please?
You suffering from any pain in the ear or jaw at all?
Er, yeah, sometimes in the mornings.
OK, well, I'm gonna take a quick X-ray
but it looks like you're suffering from what we call nocturnal bruxism.
You've been grinding your teeth at night. Have you been under any stress?
Er, er, sorry?
Are you suffering from any kind of anxiety or tension, particularly at night?
Yes. How long's that been going on for?
Erm... a few years.
Hm. Certainly looks that way. OK, open up.
OK, and bite down. OK.
I'm just gonna go and prepare the X-ray. I just need you to hold really still for me.
(CLATTERING)
Hello?
The dentist was attacked from behind, laid out cold. Chloroform? Looks like it.
The victim was taken out through the fire doors to a private car park.
There are plenty of prints. Trouble is, they belong to a dead man. Sid Walden.
Same as before. He's using the prints of the last victim to attack the next.
He's toying with us. William Tierney Clark, 19-year-old student, Brunel University.
His records only go back six months.
Perhaps he's new to the area. Students come from all over. Put Kent on it.
The victims have been carefully chosen. We need the link. What about Anjit Masud?
I took a statement. We're checking it out. Nice bloke.
Gave me a couple of chops for mine and Judy's tea. Eat them tomorrow. Double shift.
We need a solid lead by the end of today otherwise this boy ends up dead.
You want them?
Have you come across this guy at all? No.
Thanks for giving it your full attention. What's his name again?
William Tierney Clark. Doesn't ring any bells.
He was a civil engineer, designed Hammersmith Bridge in 1880-something.
Came up on the quiz months ago. There you go. Book him.
He did study engineering at Brunel. So?
So, what if he changed his name, called himself after his hero?
My dad wanted to call me Trevor, after Trevor Brooking. Trevor Mansell?
That's a murder's name if ever I heard one. Yeah.
He's changing his to Chandler, aren't you? Get off!
Looks like they've pulled a double shift for this evening. Have they?
Maybe we should rearrange.
Rearrange what?
Our liaison dangereuse. Sorry, I'm not with you.
Here we go. Could we perhaps make it next week? I know a nice Italian place.
I'm a married woman! I don't think it's appropriate that I be going out with some bloke from work.
What would my husband say? Ah. I see. We'll talk about it later. No, we'll talk about it now.
You seem to have got the wrong end of the stick.
I'm not interested in you that way. Sorry.
But your message seemed to suggest otherwise. This is class.
What message? "I can't deny my feelings for you any longer. Please meet me tomorrow night.
Wear your red bowtie if it's a yes." Not that I memorised it.
I really do not know what you're talking about. Mansell wrote it.
Great. What did you spoil it for? Because it's not fair!
He was winding you up. He emailed you from Riley's computer.
Come on, had you going, didn't I? Were you getting all horny down in the dungeon?
Yes, I... I thought it was a joke but I... I wanted to play along.
Will you excuse me?
What? You're such a dick.
Oh, come on, you can't tell me that wasn't funny.
You've got no empathy, have you?
Somebody smashed William's window in while he was at the dentist this afternoon. Witnesses? No.
Anything taken? Nothing. We don't know if he's alive or dead.
Well, we can cross Anjit Masud's name off the list.
He was praying at the East London mosque when the boy went missing.
2,000 witnesses. Great.
Do you wanna call the press in, get the kid's face on News At Ten?
It'll be too late by then. In a missing persons case, the first 24 hours are the only 24 hours.
You think I don't know that?
You want me to call in Wacky Jaqui? Who?
Jaqui Brierley. She's a last resort. Who's Jaqui Brierley?
She helped us out on a missing child case back in the 90s.
She saw a vision of running water. Led us down to the Lea Valley Reservoir
and the divers found the body in ten minutes. A medium? Yeah.
We used her once or twice. She's not always right, but when you've got no leads...
What you looking at me like that for? I can't believe you'd be so gullible.
Well, I've learnt to keep an open mind.
A medium? Well, she found the girl. So? It was a lucky guess.
Well, we could do with a bit of luck right now. Do you want me to call her or not? No!
We're detectives. We use police work. Anything else would be just weakness of character.
William Tierney Clark wasn't his real name. He changed it when he was 18. Why?
His name was Andy Moyle. He was involved in a manslaughter case but was acquitted.
How old? 14. He confessed everything to the first officer on the scene.
Judge threw it out cos there wasn't an appropriate adult present.
He changed his name to put the past behind him. Sure sign of a guilty man.
What about the victim? Constance Redman.
She had a husband, Derek, and one son. See if you can track them down. Yes, sir.
So what are you thinking? He was acquitted on a manslaughter charge.
Nikolai Baldaev was given an early release from prison.
So the killer's punishing them because the state didn't.
He wants to see them executed for their crimes.
Watch them suffer, like Judge Jeffreys.
What about the first victim, Harry Barnett, did he have a record?
We have his prints on file. A stolen car. A hit and run.
Barnett was questioned but he reported his car stolen so it never came to court. Why didn't I know?
I've been concentrating on cracking the code. Get on it! It's important!
Sort your desk out! Yes, sir. How can you think with all this crap everywhere?
A young man's life's at stake and all you care about is what topping to have on your pizza!
We've gotta stay focused otherwise we make mistakes!
(DOOR SLAMS AND ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
All right, it's just dodgy electrics.
Get on with your work.
Police broke into Ed Gein's farm investigating the disappearance of Bernice Worden,
who ran the local hardware store.
It was pitch black inside.
One of the officers bumped into something hanging from the ceiling.
It turned out to be Bernice Worden's decapitated body.
She'd been eviscerated and dressed up like a deer.
Police made many other grim discoveries on the farm.
Shoe boxes filled with human body parts,
soup bowls made from human skulls,
a belt studded with women's nipples.
Where did he get them all from?
Gein was raised by his puritanical mother.
When she died, he simply couldn't cope.
He scoured the obituaries looking for women of a similar age
then he dug them up and he flayed them.
He fashioned himself a female skin suit.
He removed their faces and wore them
as masks. Just like our killer.
Maybe he robbed graves, too, like Burke and Hare. It's certainly worth investigating.
Though Burke and Hare never actually robbed... any graves.
Thanks, Ed. No, thank you.
You've just given me a very good idea.
I'll be late tonight, as well. I haven't got time. The boss will go nuts.
Have you traced Derek Redman yet? Not yet, sir, no.
Find him! William Tierney Clark killed his wife. He's our prime suspect. Where's Riley?
She was here a second ago. I don't know, sir.
Looks like my old gran, God bless her.
Get copies made. Show it to the dentist, William's flatmates and Sidney Walden's wife.
Oh, and tell them we think it's a mask.
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)
If you're making. Erica sends her love, by the way.
She says you haven't called in a while. I've been busy. Is that all right? Don't shoot the messenger.
I'm making her one of my famous Mansell curries at the weekend. You can join us if you like.
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)
Ooh.
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Hello?
Jesus!
What are you doing here? I thought I heard something.
What's up? There's still no sign of the missing boy.
I don't really know what to do. Maybe we should pray.
(ALL SHOUT)
What's that?
Oi! Alan!
Lads.
(DIALS PHONE)
"(PHONE RINGS)"
"Hello." Oh, hello, this is... "And welcome to the Happy Medium Psychic Hotline.
Do you have unanswered questions which keep you awake at night?" (KNOCK AT DOOR)
They've found William Tierney Clark, Hackney Marshes. Damn.
Call Llewellyn, get her to meet us down there. We don't need Llewellyn. He's still alive. Just.
I hate hospitals. They make me feel ill.
It's that smell. It's just disinfectant.
I knew you'd like it. I bet your whole house smells of it.
I don't have a house, I have an apartment.
I haven't been round. Me and Judy would love to pay you a visit, bring the kids.
I'm sure they'd find it very boring. They'd be all right.
Give them some felt tips, a few marbles. All right, just joking.
Are you for William Tierney Clark?
It's a miracle but he's still alive.
When can we speak to him?
Once he's stable and we've stopped him leaking everywhere. Shouldn't be too long. We'll wait.
(KNOCKS AT DOOR)
Yeah? Hello. Is it Gavin?
DC Riley. This is DC Kent. Can we come in, please?
Dad!
Oh, come on! You were young once.
Yeah, maybe not. Come on.
It was a Tuesday. Gavin was off school for half term.
Connie booked a log cabin in the Forest of Dean.
So we were driving along the motorway
and I saw these kids messing about on the bridge up ahead.
They were chucking stuff over the side.
And just before it hit, I remember thinking...
.."They're gonna get someone killed."
It wasn't very big when I seen it.
A lump of concrete.
About the size of a fist.
(SOBS) That was it.
She died two days later. (SOBS)
And they arrested Andy Moyle.
(SOBS) Policeman found him
crying on the step.
Said some older lads had put him up to it.
But he was just a boy.
Younger than our Gavin. (SOBS)
Can I use your toilet?
Yeah.
Sorry.
Top of the stairs, on the right. OK. Thanks.
Ah, Oliver.
I wonder if I might pick your brains. Pick away.
What can you tell me about anthropodermic bibliopegy?
Quite a bit, actually. In fact, you're the second person to ask about that this month.
(SNAKE HISSES) Jesus!
Everything all right?
Sorry, I just... Oh, you've found Monty, have you?
You don't have to worry about him.
He always get a bit agitated when he's shedding his skin.
(SNAKE HISSES)
Oh, here we go.
Barnett, Harry.
This is the original transcript of the meeting which took place
in the judge's private chambers between Mr Barnett's lawyer and prosecution counsel.
And the court reporter's done a handy summary at the front.
Some do, some don't. It's pot luck. So it was a hit and run?
That's right. Some poor homeless guy tried to wash the windscreen.
Mind you, they are annoying. Registration was taken down
by a passer-by, but Mr Barnett had already reported the car as stolen.
That's a bit convenient. Yes. Oh, but he had an alibi. One Sidney Walden.
Prosecution had a strong case against Barnett.
But the witness refused to testify, probably an illegal, so the judge threw it out.
And I can do you a copy... for £200. 200 quid?
The scales of Lady Justice must be balanced somehow.
(MONITOR BEEPS)
William, can you hear me?
Just move your fingers a little if you can.
Yeah. My name is DI Chandler.
The person who did this, was it someone who was known to you?
We don't know whether that means yes or no.
William, I'm gonna give you a pen. Write down anything you can remember.
I can't allow that. Please. Three people are dead already.
W?
(MONITOR BEEPING QUICKENS)
William, we need you to remain calm.
Why can't you do this in the gents?
The taps don't work.
You'll flay your own skin off if you're not careful. Just give me a minute.
(SIGHS)
It started when I was ten, you know?
I missed my father's memorial service cos I couldn't stop washing my hands.
My mother had to go without me.
You OK?
My father drowned himself.
I tried to save him but I...
You know, I did that, pumped his chest.
I'm sorry. That's when my mother became obsessed with mediums
and spirit guides. She wanted to know why.
Why he took his own life.
Did she ever find the answer? No.
She stopped taking care of everything.
So I had to...
(SIGHS) I had to keep order cos... I didn't want the world to see that our lives...
..had fallen apart. Look, I get it.
I understand. It's a compulsion.
But it's also what makes you a great detective.
That obsession with detail, that forensic mind. I don't have it.
I have local knowledge, street smarts.
I have hunches and 99 percent of them turn out to be wrong.
But you have real insight.
It's not a disability, it's a gift.
But I can't...
I just, I can't deal with people the way that you can.
Fine. That's what makes us a great team.
Maybe they should put your brain in my body.
Mind you, then you really would have something to get OCD about.
I'm gonna wait outside. And hey...
(LAUGHS)
This case is from Bristol in 1821.
A young man called John Horwood saw his ex-girlfriend Eliza
out walking with her new partner.
He threw a stone at her and fractured her skull.
She was operated on by this man, Dr Richard Smith.
But she died after the operation caused an abscess.
Dr Smith testified against Horwood and he was hanged
on Friday 13th April at Bristol New Jail.
Here's the disturbing bit. You're not squeamish, are you? Not at all.
Dr Smith dissected the body in front of his students.
But then he hired a bookbinder
to tan Horwood's flayed skin
which he used to bind a ledger,
a record of the trial, including Horwood's confession. A book of human skin.
Something similar happened to William Burke of Burke and Hare fame
but I wasn't sure if it was just a myth. It wasn't uncommon.
It dates back to at least the 17th century.
You said I was the second person to ask about this.
Quite a coincidence. Who was the first?
We're bringing in Derek Redman's son, Gavin.
He's young, he's angry, he's a fan of serial killers.
He's bang on profile.
Oh, get this, sarge, he keeps a snake in his bedroom.
And it's shedding its skin.
OK. I'll keep you posted. Bye.
Gavin Redman? He works here.
Definitely came to work today? Yeah, he's here.
Gavin!
Stay still!
Agh! Cuff him.
Gavin Redman, I'm arresting you under Section 18 of the Offences Against the Person Act.
I didn't do it! You do not have to say anything...
(READS RIGHTS)
Let's go.
Here we go. A gentleman came in three weeks ago and bought books on occult practices
and two on leather tanning and bookbinding.
Could I see? I don't want to get anyone into any trouble.
I have a duty to protect my clients.
This does pertain to a murder. Time is of the essence.
Murder? Surely you don't think... This could save lives!
I can come back with my boss if you want me to?
I need to speak to the boss. Shh!
I've got the transcript of the Harry Barnett case.
He killed a homeless guy, Walden lied to give him an alibi.
It fits the pattern. They got away with murder.
Yeah, well, you're too late. The killer's right here.
Didn't I see you at the gallery last week?
Are you a fan of Sebastian Marlow's work?
Why did you run away when my colleagues came to talk to you? I dunno.
You must've known we were onto you.
When did you find out that Andy Moyle had changed his name to William Tierney Clark?
A journalist told me. What journalist?
Karen something. Does it matter? Yeah, it matters.
What did you do then? Found out where he lived.
I've got a mate at Brunel, so it was easy. What about Nikolai Baldaev?
He was just a practice, wasn't he? A dry run.
I've never seen him before in my life.
What exactly did you do to William?
At first I just sent him anonymous letters. I wanted to scare him.
And then I shoved dog shit through his letterbox.
Yesterday... You skinned him and left him for dead on Hackney Marshes.
No! I put a brick through his window.
A brick? He killed my mum!
I wish he was dead.
Check his story. I believe him.
I'll run you off a copy, if that would help? Wonderful, thank you.
Nobody else knows about this? No, it's a private theory at the moment.
But one that could earn me great kudos with my boss.
There may even be another book in it. Quite.
After you. Thank you.
Yes, this really could be quite a breakthrough.
Oh, dear God. You really, really shouldn't have come back here, Mr Buchan.
You're far too clever for your own good.
Now I'm going to have to punish you, as well.
The boy's story is watertight. He's just an angry kid lashing out.
So we're back to square one? No, the answer's here somewhere. It's in these cases.
Let's go back to basics. Motive, means and methods.
The motive's gotta be revenge. Punishing the guilty that got away.
Maybe the killer was a victim of a crime himself.
It was probably unsolved. That sense of injustice.
I'll get a list going. See if you can find Buchan, I want his input.
I'll go.
All right, what about means?
How does he know about these cases if they never went to court?
Was it the same judge? No, it's a different judge and counsel.
The only people present at the Barnett case were lawyers, the judge...
Who transcribed the record of the Tierney Clark case?
The court stenographer, Oliver Diggory.
Same here, the court stenographer,
present in every case, recording the proceedings. Witness to hundreds of crimes.
And miscarriages of justice. Diggory also worked for Nikolai's lawyer.
He transcribed calls to and from Russia.
The answer was under our noses the whole time.
Diggory, I know that name. Buchan left a note to say he's gone to do more research.
Oh, God. I know who it is.
Native Americans believe that every creature
is born with enough brains to tan their own hide.
I'm using pig brains, which I thought quite apt.
Woman across the road in the launderette said she saw a man come in here about two hours ago.
Said he had a bag and a brolly. Did she see him come back out again?
No. It might not be Ed. Lots of people carry brollies, don't they?
"(PHONE RINGS)"
(PHONE RINGS)
Does pong a bit, I'm afraid.
But it makes the skin easier to work with.
Keep looking, we have to find an address. A second home, a lock-up, anything.
What's this? It looks like till receipts.
It's stenotype, it's a kind of shorthand used by court reporters.
He must've brought his work home with him, there's hundreds of cases here.
Diggory was writing a book about miscarriages of justice.
There's rejection letters from about 15 publishers. No-one would touch it.
Looks like he took the law into his own hands.
(GASPS)
Human leather is the softest in nature because it has the smallest grain size.
Feel. It's a book made from human skin.
This book will last a lifetime.
(SNIFFS)
This is the full and final confession of the murderer Harry Barnett.
I took a nice strip from Sidney Walden's back
so that I could finish the spine.
(LAUGHS) I made a little joke.
He lied, you see, Mr Buchan. And had to be punished.
Just as you have to be punished. You said yourself you made mistakes in the past.
Girls died and you were responsible.
But now you can assuage that guilt.
And a little piece of you will live on.
You can be archived. Isn't that comforting?
Hello, sir. I've spoken to my man at the Old Bailey.
He says Diggory's mother was mugged outside a bookshop 18 months ago.
"She was in a coma for six months and Diggory took time off work to sit by her every day."
No arrest was ever made. Where's the nursing home?
Well, she's dead, sir. Find out where she was buried, we... Look!
Hang on, I'll call you back. OK.
That's what the boy drew. A big W.
Woolgar Paper Mill.
I've seen that somewhere before. Wait.
It's here. This is where he gets his transcribing paper.
Find the address.
(ROUSING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC AND VOCALS)
This is all I've got left of her.
The undertaker was very accommodating.
I asked if I could seal the coffin myself.
"Take all the time you need," he said.
Mother knew what I was going to do.
She approved.
A cast of her face.
A perfect likeness.
Some people call it a death mask.
But I've made a life mask.
It's the last thing the murderers see before they die.
(LAUGHS)
(MUSIC PLAYS)
Run a PNC check, see if the car belongs to Diggory. I'm on it.
(DISTANT MUSIC)
Ed?
(MUFFLES CRIES) Ed!
Backup's on its way! You'll be fine.
Look out!
(KNIFE CLATTERS)
Police!
(ALARM RINGS)
You all right? Yes. Take care of Ed.
Vengeance is mine, said the Lord!
I shall repay!
(CRUNCHING)
Here, look at this. I got it from the courtroom.
You plug it in for an instant translation.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Guilty. Ha. I cracked the code.
Yeah, a bit late now.
What is your problem?
Erm... I...
Ed. We weren't expecting you.
Oh, the doctor told me not to come in today,
but I said I'd rather get straight back on the horse.
Well, I'm glad you're OK.
Sorry, I didn't mean... No, no. I was just looking up that "vengeance is mine" quote.
"If your enemy is hungry, feed him.
If he is thirsty, give him a drink.
For in so doing, you will heap coals of fire upon his head.
Do not be overcome by evil.
You overcome evil with good."
If only it was that easy.
Do you believe in all of that? What? The afterlife.
I was brought up a Catholic, I have to hedge my bets. Is that why you consulted a psychic?
No, the family asked for her. What's all this about?
We caught the guy, the case is closed. No, we didn't catch him.
He chose to die. He taunted me. Look, we've all been through a lot, everybody's on edge.
Why don't we take the team down to the pub for a drink?
Give everyone a lift. We'll go to the one with the nice toilets.
I've got a lot of paperwork to do.
(MOTH FLUTTERS)
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS QUICKEN)
Well, he was screaming and screaming,
"Come and kill it! Gerard, come and save me!"
(SCREAMS) They are down there! She was killed by the black swine!
What is it? What is it? Look at me! Look at me!
Leave me alone! Get SOCOs here now.
(GASPS)
I will kill if I have to. We're surrounded! Just surrender! There is no surrender! Only death.