You did all you could, son. You let them catch him.
You get an idea in your head, Tom, and everyone else is stupid.
I want focused, not fixated.
I'm a triple threat - pathologist, puff, pal of yours.
I looked into his eyes and he just knows. This is the one.
I remember what you were like after Calvert. I won't let you go there.
You're losing it, Tom. Mind you, you lost it years ago.
I know you wanted to talk about it and I never would. I'm sorry.
But, Phil, just tell me, please tell me.
It's not that bad. It's just whisky with cream. Yeah, I know what it is.
To Maureen Thorne.
Matriarch, fine musician, militant republican,
and lover of sickly-sweet dinner liqueurs.
She was a good woman, your mother, y'know.
She was always good to me, anyway.
Listen, thanks for coming, Phil. I appreciate it.
It would've meant a lot to her as well, so... thanks.
Come on, have a drink with me, proper drink.
We were friends. You fucked it up.
Sorry for your loss.
'Day: May 7th.'
'St Pancras.'
'Victim: Female.'
'Young. 20-30.'
'Method: Hands only.'
'Weapons just for show.'
'Take your time.'
'One of them will feel right.'
'Remember that feeling the first time.'
'How strong you felt. You were as strong as me.'
'Now, pick one.'
'Because if you don't...
I will.'
Wash your hands before you touch anything.
Bedtime in five minutes, OK, Charlie?
Stop.
Please. My husband is just outside.
You can have my bag.
Upstairs.
Nice holiday, sir?
What are you doing here? Sarah Chen.
I know who you are. I want to know what you're doing here.
You would've made DI quicker if you'd stayed in the fraud squad.
Ruth Murray. 28. A prostitute.
She lived and worked in King's Cross, just over there.
Convictions for soliciting. She was barely covered.
Right, so what does that tell you? He wanted us to find her.
Alright?
What are you doing here?
Not get two weeks' compassionate now?
Nobody else knows. I'd like to keep it that way, alright?
She was strangled, I think.
Skin under her nails but don't get too excited.
Most of it is probably hers.
You get that. They scratch at their necks, trying to stop constriction
caused here by the killer's hands. Probably.
Pretty good nails. Maybe she scratched him too.
What about that bruise there?
That could be caused by his knees
if he kneeled over her, hands around her neck.
Any other injuries? Straight to the point.
There's traces of some fluid here on the face.
Semen? It isn't semen, no.
I'll have a better idea when I get back to the lab.
What do you think, sir?
Could be anything, couldn't it? Saliva, sweat, tears.
It's on her forehead.
Could be his. His?
OK. Some good detective work for you. Ask Vice what they know about her.
Ask around here as well. Ask some of the girls, OK?
Yeah?
Yeah, if I wanted a piano, I would have bought one, alright?
"It'll go lovely in your new flat." I don't care, Dad.
I don't... Dad...
Hey, where are you going? Kerbside delivery.
Another 50 and we'll take it upstairs. Oh, shit.
Sir, I've been trying to get through to you.
So no sign of the kid, then? No. Charlie Turay. Five years old.
This initial from the house-to-house is that the deceased is the mother.
Karal, from Sierra Leone.
The dad's dead, so... Traffic thing two years ago.
No weapon used.
Um, no forced entry, back door's locked.
Likely came in the front and did it in there.
There's no evidence he's been through the house.
See you back there.
It's angry, right? He knew her.
Well, let's hope so, huh?
Charlie?
Charlie, it's alright. He's gone, mate.
My name's Tom. I'm a policeman.
Come on, Charlie, you can come out now.
You're safe.
That's it, good lad.
Come on. Mind yourself.
OK. Yeah, that's it, that's it. Good lad.
You OK?
I'm going to take you outside. I need you to close your eyes really tight.
Alright, mate, you keep them closed, yeah?
Alright, that's it.
Alright.
OK.
Good boy.
I need some help here.
Thanks. But I...
Sam, Margie Knight. Colleague of Ruth Murray's.
Says that Ruth was working down from her at St Pancras that night.
Thinks Ruth caught a punter. Gave us a good description
but we've been checking CCTV and so far, no joy.
What time did she spot him? About six.
Check an hour either side. Sir.
Did you get anything from Phil on the fluids found on her face?
You were right. It's tears. Not much chance of DNA off that.
Crying on the job, eh?
What are you thinking? Do you think the boy saw anything?
He's not saying anything.
But even if he didn't see anything, he would have heard it.
Then why is he still alive?
Did the killer get interrupted, scared off?
See what he did? He would've torn through the floor if he had to.
Er, guv.
You gotta see this. This is St Pancras CCTV.
I was looking for Ruth but I found this.
Why are they there? This changes everything.
So both these women were murdered, both came in through St Pancras.
Ruth Murray died from slow, sustained squeezing on the artery.
Minimal internal damage. Simple strangle.
No weapon used.
Karal Turay. No weapon used.
Cricoid cartilage crushed,
thyroid cartilage unrecognisable, hyoid fractured,
back of her skull shattered as he beat her head against the floor.
With Charlie ten feet away.
So I guess we can assume that this guy wasn't weeping buckets
when he killed Karal Turay.
So I guess it's a coincidence. Methods are way different.
No. No.
Both cases, you have the same impotent desire, the same end.
You can't fuck her, so you kill her. It's different. Ruth's is some perv.
Karal... That's personal, vicious. Probably someone from her background
What about St Pancras? They were both there, along with 30,000 others
Look, it's not enough. All that connects these two is bad luck.
170 murders a year in London, Say half are women - 85.
Say a quarter of them are strangled and say 70% are below the age of 30.
That's 15 women.
Add St Pancras, no sexual assault, and killed within two hours...
Thinking, are you, Tom? Or have you outsourced that these days?
What do you think, sir? Coincidence or connected?
It's not a coincidence if there's a pattern.
"You were at the train station, weren't you, Charlie?"
"Why did you go up the escalator?"
He's completely shut down.
"Was it because you like trains?"
"Do you like these trains, Charlie?"
I've gone through the unsolved murders and attempted murders
in Greater London in the last three years.
There were four killings on one day in August in Southwark and Lewisham
but as far as I can see, two of them were gang-related stabbings,
one was a hit-and-run, the other was an armed robbery on an off-licence.
Double-check those stabbings. I've triple-checked it. Keep looking.
Tom, he's asking for you.
You alright, Charlie?
How's everything at the foster home?
Where's Mummy?
Um...
Oh, you're thinking?
Sorry, I thought you were planning on jumping.
What are you still doing here? I'm not paying overtime. Hm.
I'm going out to forget about Charlie and his mum tonight
so I can come back tomorrow and think about them again.
What about you?
I'll see you tomorrow.
I heard you were difficult.
♪ Went out one night for to make a little round
♪ I met my little Sadie and I shot her down
♪ Went back home and I got into bed, .44 pistol under my head
♪ Wake up next morning 'bout half past nine
♪ The hacks and the buggies all standing in line
♪ The gents and the gamblers standing all around
♪ Taking little Sadie to her burying ground
♪ Then I begin to think of what a deed I'd done
♪ I grabbed my hat and away I run
♪ I made a good run but a little too slow
♪ They overtook me in Jericho
♪ I was standing on a corner reading a bill
♪ When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
♪ He says, "Young man, ain't your name Brown?"
♪ "Remember the night you shot Sadie down?"
♪ That judge and jury that took their stand
♪ The judge had the papers in his right hand
♪ 41 days and 41 nights
♪ 41 years to wear the ball and the stripes ♪
How did you get in here? Front desk said you were working late.
For a change.
Yeah. What do you want?
Had a bit of a busy day.
Something about these women is bugging me.
What? It's not one of your hunches, is it?
We all know where they can lead us to, don't we?
Can I take another look? No, you can't.
I'm not doing those kinds of favours for you any more.
Don't you understand?
How many more times? I fucked up and I said I'm sorry!
I thought we were through this!
We've missed something.
Yeah? What did we miss? You know?
Hey, if you want to get a look at their entrails, come back tomorrow.
It's driving me mad. I've looked at every unsolved murder in ten years.
I've widened the parameters. Luton, Chelmsford, Bromley, the suburbs.
Every pair of unsolved murders on the same day. Nothing!
Yeah, well, murder in the suburbs technically isn't murder at all.
It's a justifiable reaction to aesthetic deprivation and golf.
I need your help on this, Phil.
Please.
Only unsolved murders, you said.
Yeah, why? The police are capable of charging the wrong man.
You know.
January, maybe February. Two women, both stabbed the same day.
One was done and dusted.
They charged the guy before I finished my postmortem.
Yeah. February 15. Jana Lovik. 22. Stabbed outside a cinema in Ealing.
Single stab wound. Bladed penetrated the heart.
And the other victim? Fiona Hutchinson.
What?
25. Found Thames Barrier Park.
23 separate knife wounds. Partial decapitation.
Case still open. Yeah, I know. No arrests.
One a vicious attack, the other a single knife wound.
One savage, one not, like those two in there.
Knives used - similar. Neither ever found.
They charged Jana Lovik's boyfriend.
Arrested Stansted Airport same night.
Always the boyfriend, lazy bastards. Who was the arresting officer?
Tughan. You're joking?
I suppose it's not impossible to get from Woolwich to Ealing in that time
Why would he do that? Not he, they. Two killers.
Two pairs of victims, same methods, same day. That's the pattern.
Serial killers don't work together. These ones do.
Look at the state of the place since I've gone. How you going? Good, sir.
Get yourself a tie, young man. You're a police officer.
Micky, how's the kids? Youngest one well? Good, fantastic.
The Lovik case is done and dusted. It's as tight as a camel's arse.
Pavel Kozinski, the boyfriend. He's on remand.
They had a steaming row in front of 20 witnesses, immortalised on CCTV,
ten minutes later, she's found dead in the alley.
It's always the boyfriend. No, not always. But in this case it was.
He said he left her by the cinema. When he returned she was dead.
"Oh, my girlfriend's been stabbed. What shall I do? Call am ambulance?"
"No, I'll get on a Squeezy Jet at Stansted
in case someone thought it was me that done it!"
Even his brief was blushing.
I don't think he did do it. No. For you to be right, I have to be wrong.
Tom's got a theory. Yeah, I heard it. You said. Double trouble.
Venables and Thompson, Brady and Hindley, Harris and Klebold.
Ant and Dec, Robson and Jerome, Donny and Marie,
Mike and Bernie fucking Winters!
You got any evidence, Tom?
Nah. You don't need evidence. You're Tom Thorne.
Pavel said he thought she was seeing someone else. All in his head!
The cinema manager said he saw a guy hanging around, looking scared.
No, he said he looked nervous. We looked into it. Dead end.
This guy? Yeah, that's him. Mr Nobody Knows.
Is that it, Ruth? Is that why you dragged me across London?
This isn't your e-fit.
This guy we think killed a prostitute at St Pancras four days ago.
This is your e-fit.
Kevin, you're head of SED 1 West.
It's your jurisdiction. This is your call.
My call for what? I'd like to re-interview Pavel Kozinski.
Sir.
I don't have anything to hide.
You argued with Jana because you thought she was seeing someone else?
I know she was. I told him.
Bollocks.
We looked into it. There wasn't anybody else.
Why are you so sure she was seeing someone else?
She wanted to break up with me. I didn't want to lose her.
So you killed her? Mr Tughan.
Sorry.
Do you recognise this man, Pavel?
He showed me that. I don't know him.
See, the thing is, there was no defence wounds on Jana,
which suggests it was someone she knew, which is you -
I don't know this man.
OK.
So you had a fight, you went away and then you came back. Why?
I wanted to say sorry.
To make it alright.
People said you were shouting in her face, saying, um...
"Dziwka." What's that?
Whore.
I didn't kill her.
Dziwka. I must remember that. It'll come in handy.
What about their other friends? People at the church?
She wasn't seeing anyone else.
She wanted to get away from that jealous fucker.
By all accounts, she was a decent girl. She worked, slept and prayed.
What about the people at work? Tom, the man who did it is right there.
She worked at a hotel, yeah? You mind if I dig around?
If you like.
You know, I can't imagine it.
To lose it that much that you take another human being's life.
But it does happen every now and again.
Thank you.
Fiona Hutchinson.
Her run took east past the Albert Dock and back here.
Every Sunday, same time, same route.
It could've been a chance encounter or he could've scoped her.
You look like shit.
Thank you
Do you have a problem with the way I look? Not if you turn up on time.
You are with us, though, yeah? Where was the body found?
Just down there.
No witnesses.
Three degrees on a dank Sunday in February. Hardly a tourist Mecca.
What about the CCTV? Er, the entrance, the cafe.
But very little of the park is actually covered.
We've got her coming in but that's it.
We're hardly likely to have her coming out, are we?
Her body was discovered just here.
12, 13, 14...
23 stab wounds.
Yeah, but only 14 to kill her.
The rest were postmortem.
We ran background checks on all the staff.
It turns out the hotel manager was interviewed two years ago -
get this - for a series of sexual assaults.
Someone was getting access to hotel rooms.
The investigating officer was 100% convinced
it was two guys working together and the hotel manager was the rapist.
Jana Lovik was murdered while she was working here. Maybe this is him.
Sean Bracher.
He doesn't match the e-fit. He's the other guy. It's a team, right?
Tom wants me to tag him.
You interview him, maybe he'll panic, lead us to his partner.
What d'you reckon?
You up for it? Bet you he could be our psycho.
Look, Sarah, we can do this the other way round.
I don't mind doing the interview. No. I'm fine.
Just make sure that tracker works.
I thought you had the guy, Jana's boyfriend.
It's been suggested Jana was seeing someone.
Someone from work?
Was she a bit naive? A bit needy?
Look, I didn't take advantage of her if that's what you're trying to say.
But you did sleep with her.
You're sure this is all necessary?
Jana's death was a... horrible thing for us all here.
We're just trying to put it behind us.
Alright, Mr Bracher. That's been very helpful.
That's it? Mm-hm.
Please, um, call me...
..if there's anything else you think I should know. Will do.
Alright.
Martin, we may have a problem.
Martin?
'Time for some spring cleaning, Martin.'
'There are witnesses.'
'Oh, and keep your eyes open this time.'
'I want you to get the full experience.'
'Can't have any witnesses, Martin.'
Yeah, sorry, work's been a bit...
Fine.
You wouldn't believe what she's kept.
There's all your old school reports, loads of photos.
Of you and your mum.
Something to remember her by.
I do remember her, Dad. Every time I look at that bloody piano you sent me
You and her were the musical ones.
I wasn't musical, Dad.
I used to listen to records, remember? Hank Williams, all that.
The place were always full o' music.
I've got Sky now. Thank God.
Where shall I put this?
What? You've forgotten, haven't you?
That I was coming round.
Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.
We've had a lot on our minds.
Seen the paper?
Come on, I'll take over. Isn't surveillance above your pay rate?
I want to get a proper look at Bracher.
What time is his break? Not for another hour.
Come on, back to the little wifey.
Police. Can you let us out, mate?
Fuck! Get in here!
What are you doing?!
Sean Bracher! I am arresting you
on suspicion of the murder of Karal Turay and Fiona Hutchinson!
Who? Who lives here?!
Alright, you got Chas. Where's Dave?
He didn't turn up for work this morning.
He saw his mug in the paper and did a run for it.
I bet he knows where he is.
I don't think he does.
Don't do this to me, Tom.
Says he went to Palmer's flat to get computer drives.
Palmer was helping him fiddle the books.
Said he saw Palmer's picture in the paper, wanted to get the disks.
What's on 'em? Accounts, spreadsheets, hotel invoicing,
just like he said.
Alright. So he's on the fiddle. Doesn't mean he's not a murderer.
How is she? They've just told us she's in ICU.
Critical but not life threatening.
DSG unit's arrived at the station, sir. You two brief them.
Is he down here? Yeah, up there. Meet me at the car. I'll meet you.
Charlie.
You OK?
Listen, we're going to take you somewhere a bit safer.
Are you coming?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Miss?
I'm the one...
you're looking for. I did it.
I killed her. It was me.
I'll take it.
It's OK.
Drop the gun and get down! Hands behind your head!
Put your hands behind your head!
Right!
What was the plan, Martin?
He'd do one, then you have to follow, is that it?
Why don't you tell us about Jana, Martin?
Hm?
I killed her. It was me.
Did he tell you to kill the others?
We can always ask him.
We got him next door.
What?
Yeah, he's here, Martin.
He's just over the corridor. He's been asking for you as well.
Do you want to see him? Come on, Martin.
What the fuck is he up to now?! "Let's go and see him."
Don't worry. He can't hurt you here, mate.
Eh?
Open up. Don't. Don't!
Martin, tell 'em!
Tell 'em I've got nothing to do with this! Fuckin' tell 'em!
It's not him. I ain't supposed to be here! This ain't right!
It's not him, it's not him.
Martin! Tell 'em!
He's out there! Fuckin' tell 'em!
You're never gonna get him! Tell 'em I didn't do anything!
Martin! Tell 'em!
You didn't give yourself up to confess. You wanted protection.
I can't protect you unless I know
who I am protecting you from.
We release him and we stay on him. We let him go to work, go home.
That's how we get his mate - when he thinks it's safe
and the pattern stays the same.
Karen McMann was missing in 1997. What's that got to do with this?
I never told anyone your secrets.
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