Silent Witness (1996–…): Season 15, Episode 6 - Paradise Lost: Part 2 - full transcript

This is a human bone.
Where did you get this?

It's not about me.
It's my mum.

They came from Arnold Mears.

- I thought he was in prison.
- He is.

You know why you're here, Annie?

He said there were more bodies

than the three he'd been tried for

and he wanted to tell
me where they were.

And you never told the police?

Helen Karamides has been accused

of retaining tissue
samples from dead infants.



I've brought you something.

It's some research.
I'd like your opinion on it.

You take such an
interest in me, Doctor.

Is that professional?
Or personal?

Silent Witness
Season 15 - Episode 06

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Sync: Marocas62

"Paradise Lost"
Parte 2

Who the hell is that?

- You took your time.
- Yeah.

I tend to be a bit busy at 5.30 am.

What's the... plumber's
mate still doing here?

Long story.

Right, so this plumber's
guy collects body parts?

- His mother does.
- Sorry, obviously, no



the plumber guy mother collects...

Annie Farmer was Arnold
Mears's appropriate adult.

Arnold Mears? I thought
appropriate adults were for...

- juveniles with absent parents.
- Well,

apparently under the
Mental Health Act,

it's standard procedure.

When the police arrested Mears,

he was obviously disturbed

and someone classified
him as vulnerable.

Vulnerable?

So, what do you
think you've got here?

I've only just started examining
them, but four individuals.

Approximately 15 bones each.

And Mears went down for how many?

Three counts of murder.
All women under 20.

Right, so these four making seven?

- 12.
- 12.

Mears told Annie that he's
killed 12 girls altogether.

And you believe him and
her, for that matter?

I don't know. But it's worth
finding out more, isn't it?

I can send samples for
DNA comparison with the

- missing persons database.
- This is police business.

I know.

But Annie says that if we
get the police involved,

then Mears will stop talking

and we'll never know
the final figure.

Apparently, he calls these
hand bones his souvenirs.

Then when she's
collected all of them,

he'll tell her where the
rest of the bodies are.

Right.

She's been digging up these
bones for five years, Harry.

So, the idea is that...

once she's collected a kind of full
house in this game of finger bingo,

then he will come clean and reveal the
whereabouts of the rest of these bodies?

Come on. He's just playing
a game with her, isn't he?

Maybe you're right.

But if you won't help,
he will destroy my mum.

Hello?

What?

When?

She came to see me last night.

I didn't think she...

What happened?

Nothing really.
We talked.

She was angry.

At me, I thought.

She gave me a package

containing some research material.

I didn't open it.

What was she looking
at on the computer?

Good morning, Dr. whoever you are.

I... sort of hope...

it's you, Leo, and I...

sort of hope it isn't.

Because if it is someone else, then

you'll only be
interested in the what,

not the why.

The dosage. The temperature.
The alcohol.

I could save you the trouble.

But if it isn't someone else, Leo,

then you might as well know that

in the cabinet over there are
all the tissue samples you...

you...correctly allege I retained
without proper permission.

I wrote to tell her
that the Institute

was opening disciplinary
proceedings against her.

Yes, I ducked out of
asking bereaved parents

if I could section the
brains of their dead infants.

Yes, it was improper and unethical.

But I knew, in the
very fibre of my bones,

that only a thorough practical
study of infant brain tissue

could shed light on
why some infants die,

not necessarily because
they've been shaken

but for some reason we
don't yet understand,

causing untold
misery to some parents

and in a few cases,

unspeakably cruel
miscarriages of justice.

Maybe some pathologist
will carry on my work.

Maybe even you, Leo.

So,

I've counted out
80 nitrazepam at...

ten milligram each.

I intend to ingest them with, what,
at least 500 millilitres of Scotch.

So, what is the correct
salutation in these circumstances?

Cheers?

Good health?

- Or just good night and good luck?
- Please turn it off, will you?

Catherine Morrison.
Harriet Green. Louise Alsop.

Why do they sound so familiar?

Arnold Mears's victims.

Arnold Mears?

The guy who killed several
girls a few years ago.

Helen was the
pathologist on the case.

What?

I'll get some paint, do it up nice.

Like a proper bedroom again.

Maybe I should go and
see him one last time.

No.

That's... that's all over with now.

- Maybe he could help us.
- Help us? What with?

You didn't tell him
about Tina, did you?

Course not.

So, these bones you're talking
about are evidence of crimes,

- of multiple crimes.
- Yes.

Why haven't you shown
them to the police?

Annie Farmer asked me not to.

- Come on.
- I was about to,

and then you called...

This is not your fault, Leo.

Is this the letter you wrote her?

- Yes.
- She hasn't opened it.

She had opened this.

Which is odd.

"And, this once known,
shall soon return,

"And bring ye to the place

"where thou and Death
Shall dwell at ease."

- Paradise Lost.
- Is it?

- Who sent her that?
- I think I can tell you.

I can confirm that a body

has left the home of
Dr. Helen Karamides,

the pathologist at the centre
of the shaken baby controversy.

We have no details at the moment

but it is not believed
that the police

regard this death as suspicious.

May we have a comment, please?

A respected colleague
of ours has passed away.

- It's too soon to comment.
- Is it connected to the court case?

Is it true that she was
about to be struck off?

Like my colleague, I
have nothing to say.

Dr. Alexander, what has happened here?

No comment.

1st July, 2011.

Interview between
Helen Karamides and Arnold Mears.

Good morning, Doctor.

I'd like to go back
to your family, Arnold.

You think the boy's unhappy
because he's poor?

No brothers and sisters.

You didn't have a mother.

I did have a mother.
Of course I did.

In a biological sense.
But...

how well did you know her?

What was she like?

You take such an
interest in me, Doctor.

Is that professional?

Or personal?

Of course, I forget.

You're intimate with
all your patients.

- I don't have patients.
- Oh, yes, you do.

Dead ones.

Slight yellowing of the eyes.

Spider nevus on the right hand.

On both hands.

Some reddening of the palms.

Do you think I'm mental, Doctor?

I think you're ill.

So, it's not my fault?

It's very difficult
to prove that sort of thing.

Would you like to
look inside my brain?

You could prove it
then, couldn't you?

Perhaps.

There I'd be,

sitting there on a shelf in
your laboratory, in a glass jar.

My poor damaged brain

looking down on you for eternity.

- Did you feel anything?
- When?

When...

With the women.

You mean when I cut them?

Yes.

Did I feel anything?

- Do you?
- Well, that's different.

I'm a scientist.

Didn't you wonder what they felt?

Do laboratory animals have feelings,
Dr. Karamides?

You regard yourself as a scientist?

I like that.

You and I are the same.

Like two little peas in a pod,

with one small difference.

And what's that?

You do the postmortems.

I do the pre-mortems.

Some enlargement to the liver.

850 grams.

Microscopic changes are
consistent with the external

indicators of liver disease
seen on the initial examination.

All right, Arnold?

Mum.

No.

Helen Karamides was utterly
determined to prove her theory.

There's a mass of material.

MRI scans.

Statistical analyses.

Clinical reports.
And most intriguingly of all...

she was very, very interested
in Arnold Mears.

She interviewed him for 40 hours.

- She could not keep away from him.
- Why?

Judging by her PM
reports on his victims,

she was formulating a theory
about Mears's personality.

She thought that
he lacked affect -

had no difference between
pain and pleasure -

- but that he wanted to find out.
- He experimented on his victims?

Karamides thought so.

But then she made the most
interesting discovery of all.

Take a look at this.

This is a scan
of Arnold Mears's brain.

- Look at that.
- Scarring.

- On a massive scale.
- I've never seen anything quite like it.

Where did he get injuries like this?
Fighting? Prison?

Childhood?

She thought he was a shaken baby.

That's why she was
interviewing him.

Trying to find out about his childhood,
trying to get inside his head.

He obviously got inside...

hers.

And you've examined these remains?

Just a preliminary study, yes.

But the cuts and scratches on the
distal bones are clearly visible.

- Indicating?
- That...

Annie Farmer's story
is probably true.

That they were hacked off
by a blade of some kind.

- They were still alive?
- Impossible to say.

Well, their suffering's
over now, thank God.

Though not the agony their
families went through.

But you've brought that one
stage closer to resolution.

What are you going to do?

Our job, I hope.

The way it should have been
done in the first place.

The original team were so keen

to put Mears away, they
stopped at three bodies.

Didn't push him any further.
Understandable, I suppose.

But a case isn't
over till it's over.

- I'll be in touch.
- Thanks very much.

- You will be sensitive, won't you?
- Sensitive?

Well, it's just that Annie Farmer
told me all this in confidence.

Mrs. Farmer should have gone
to the police a long time ago.

I know, but as I was
trying to explain,

- she didn't feel she was able to.
- Try telling that to the families.

Concealing evidence
is a serious offence.

Dr. Alexander feels, we all think,

that Mrs. Farmer acted
from the best motives.

I'll do what I can.

But our priority
has got to be finding

where Mears buried
these poor women.

Of course.

H264.

Open up.

"So pondering,

"and from his armed peers
Forth stepping opposite,

"halfway he met
His daring foe,

"at this prevention more
Incensed...

"and thus securely
him defied."

What's all that about?

It's from Book VI.

The very heart of the poem.

Where the Son of God charges
Satan and his legions,

- drives them into hell.
- Fascinating.

You read that to those girls
before you hacked their hands off?

No.

I read it to myself.

What can I do for you?

You went down for three murders.

- But there were more, weren't there?
- It's all a bit of a blur.

You don't remember
how many women you killed?

I've got a medical condition.

Something wrong with my brain.

I tried to get my head around it, but
there's something wrong with my brain.

Well, let me help you.

We have evidence that you murdered
as many as seven young women.

I'm offering you the chance
to tell us where they are.

- Seven, you say?
- At least.

No, I'm sorry.
Nothing's coming.

Maybe you made a mistake.

We have scientific evidence.

- What evidence?
- Bones.

From the hands of at
least four individuals.

You've been talking to Annie Farmer.

Hello?

You're not answering my calls, Annie.

Are you bored of me?

No.
No, of course not.

Have you found someone
else to talk to?

What?

I had a visit from a policeman.

I told you what would
happen if you talked to them.

I didn't talk to
the police, I swear.

The policeman mentioned your name.

He was very specific.

We've known each other
a long time, Annie.

I would hate to think we couldn't
trust each other any more.

You can. You can.
You can trust me.

I do hope so.

Because if I thought I couldn't,

we wouldn't have our little chats.

Just when you were about to
get exactly what you wanted.

Am I?

Yes.

Do you want to visit me today?
We can talk about Tina.

Really?

Yes.

Just tell me who
you were talking to.

Then we can have our chat.

Dr. Alexander.

Nikki, Nikki Alexander.

- Everything all right?
- Just a couple more questions,

- if you wouldn't mind.
- Of course.

For Dr. Alexander.

- It's about Annie Farmer.
- What about her?

I've spoken to the governor
of the secure unit where Mears
is being held.

Mrs. Farmer...

has visited him 31 times
in the last three years.

Now, that's almost once a month.

I told you, she feels she's got to.

And I've checked with the other
prisons where Mears has been held,

and there's a similar pattern.

She can't stop.
That's the point.

Now, I'd say that was
a pretty full diary,

even for a wife...

or a partner.

What are you implying?

I just need to be
sure we're not dealing

with a romantic obsession here.

- What?
- She's a lonely woman.

- It wouldn't be the first time.
- I don't think that Annie's like that.

Or maybe she just
enjoys the attention.

What, you're saying
that she digs up bones

to make herself look important?

He was her moment of glory.
She wants to hang on to it.

- Have you been to see him?
- Obviously, I've re-interviewed him.

Did you tell him about Annie?

I'm back, Mum.

Mum?

Mum.

Does she seem familiar?

It's difficult.

Do you think you remember her?

Yes.

I remember her.

- What's the matter?
- Mum's gone to him.

- Are you sure?
- He rang when I was there.

I know it was him.
They've got a code,

a signal he uses when he wants her.

- She ignored it.
- So?

He rang back after I'd gone out.

- How do you know?
- Because I just know.

And this time she's taken
Tina's picture with her.

Who's Tina?

- My sister.
- Your sister?

She left home when she was 16.

Walked out one morning
after her and Mum

had a row, and that was that.

You think that Mears has got
something to do with her disappearance?

No, I don't. I think she's
just out there somewhere.

I tried to tell Mum this, but...

it's almost like she
wants it to be true.

To end the not knowing.

She thinks it's fate
that took her to Mears.

- God's will.
- Andy, the best

people to help your
mum now are the police.

No. I told you, didn't I? If the
police find out, he'll punish her.

You don't know his
power. He's poison.

He can make her do
anything he likes.

Andy, the police
are already involved.

They've spoken to Mears.

And they will help
your mum, I promise you.

I'm sorry.

We had to do tell them, no choice.

But...

I trusted you.

Mum trusted you.

I took you to her.
I... I thought you'd help us.

These are human bones,
evidence of terrible crimes.

I'm talking about my mum.

He knows.

You've given her away.

He'll find a way to kill her now.

I'll never forgive you.

Where is she?

Please.

Tell me, please.
Where did you bury her?

I'm not finished.

Tell me.

Please tell me where she is!

= A little goodbye kiss.
- Go on.

Tell me.
Please.

Come on, come on.

Please.

Yep.

You're quite sure she's not
still in the building somewhere?

OK. Thanks.

She's already left the prison.

Probably gone home.

- Leo?
- Yep.

I'm worried about Annie Farmer.

- Why?
- Her son's just come to see me.

And he's convinced that Mears is
going to punish her for talking to me.

How?
He's in prison.

Look what happened
to Helen Karamides.

Mum?

Where are you?

Look, call me.
Call me. Please.

- Harry?
- What?

The DNA results from the
bones have come through.

They've all been identified from
the missing persons database.

- Good.
- Arnold Mears's DNA

- is all over them.
- Very good.

Hang on.

Look at this.

DNA from the bit of cloth.

- And that's not Mears's.
- Contamination.

But it's very close.

And whoever it is,
they're not on the national database.

Probably borrowed someone's
handkerchief some time

and then used it
later to wrap the bone.

Mears lived alone.
He was a loner.

The police argued he was
the classic solitary killer.

But maybe someone helped him.

Well, you think that's an accomplice?
A family member?

It's possible, isn't it?

I mean, you heard that policeman.

The original team was so
desperate to put Mears away

that they stopped at three bodies.

If they didn't follow that up, then

maybe they missed this, too.

- Mr. Gladwyn?
- Yes?

Hi. My name's Nikki Alexander.
I'm a forensic pathologist.

I wondered if I could talk to you?

- What about?
- About Arnold Mears.

- I don't think so.
- Mr. Gladwyn!

Annie Farmer's been
visiting him in prison

and now she's gone missing.

I need your help.

Do you remember Annie Farmer?

The things that poor
woman had to listen to.

The foulest things.

And the tone of his voice
as he said them.

What she was doing there
I'll never understand.

It was hard enough for us.

Two of my lads asked to
be taken off the case.

But he loved it.

Couldn't wait to confess.

Every last detail.

We've discovered some new
forensic evidence, which...

raises some questions.

Did you ever suspect
that he had an accomplice?

An accomplice?

Another Arnold Mears?

God forbid.

Did you think that there
might have been more victims?

I tried to kill him, you know.

He admitted that he'd
killed three girls.

He told us what he'd done to them,

the things they
said, how they died.

He enjoyed seeing
the look on our faces.

Did you ask him if
he'd killed any others?

Of course,

but he just smiled his stupid smile

and started reciting poetry.

I called a break, told my
DC to go and get some coffee,

I put my fingers round his
neck and started strangling him.

- What happened?
- The DC came back, pulled me off.

Mears just laughed.

He'd won.

I felt soiled.

We were just glad to put him away
and forget about him.

And I suggest you do the same.

Can I help?

Is there anything in here about
Arnold Mears's family background?

- Why are you interested?
- DNA suggests

he might have had an
accomplice, a family member.

The police would have
mentioned it, wouldn't they?

What happens if they
didn't know about it?

I think he might have bluffed them.

Apparently, he was so graphic
when they were questioning him,

they just wanted to put him away.

But maybe he was
protecting someone,

distracting them so that they
never asked the right questions.

And?

Well, whoever he is, this
accomplice might still be out there

and Mears might be
sending Annie to him.

Well, during her interviews,

Helen asked several
times about the family.

But he was always very evasive.

She was convinced that
he'd been abused as a child

so she carried on the investigation.

Looks like his mother died
in childbirth.

No siblings.

He was brought up by his father.

Still alive?

Yes.

It won't take long, will it?

It's just he gets very tired.

It's just a quick swab, that's all.

Mr. Mears?

Mr. Mears?

Mr. Mears, I'm Nikki Alexander.
I'm a pathologist.

This is my colleague,
Harry Cunningham.

Did someone tell you we
were coming, did they?

Yes.

We want to ask you some
questions about your son, Arnold.

Don't...don't tell
him I'm here, will you?

Don't worry.
We won't.

- When did you last see him?
- It wasn't my fault.

What wasn't your fault?

Anybody would have loved her.

She was... so beautiful.

She went away.

Did you help your son, Mr. Mears?

Yeah, of course I did!

I did everything I
could for the boy!

But he had...

Satan here inside of him!

But you won't...you won't
tell him I'm here, will you?

For God's sake, for God...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Can we take the swab, Mr. Mears?

Yes.

- What do you think?
- I don't know.

It doesn't seem very likely, does it?
But if not him, then who?

The DNA will confirm it.

Yes, but that will take time

and meanwhile, we have
no idea where Annie is.

And if he wasn't the
accomplice, then...?

Hang on a minute.
Excuse me.

How long has Mr. Mears
been a resident here?

Well, he was here when I
started, about seven years ago.

- Has he always been this frail?
- For as long as I've known him.

Has he ever gone out much?

Outside the home, do you mean?

Staying with family,
that sort of thing.

He's never been beyond the seat
at the bottom of the garden.

Any further than that, and
he wouldn't be able to find

his way back again.

Thanks.

Look at this.

Arnold Mears, aged nine
years and three months,

admitted to hospital with severe
concussion on 10th May, 1957.

An accident while playing,
is what it says here.

But the police suspected that
the father might be responsible.

Well, he may or may not have beaten
him up when he was a kid, but...

It wasn't the father.
It definitely

- wasn't Mears's accomplice.
- No.

- Any another members of the family?
- There don't appear to be any.

Where did the accident happen?

The hospital was in Ladbroke Grove.

No home address.

Mr. Mears appears to have
been a verger at St Chad's.

That's a church down the road.

If I remember rightly, there's
an entry in Helen's diary.

Yes, here we are.

She went there three
days before she died.

Did she find anything out?

Who knows?

"...let each His
adamantine coat gird well,

"and each
Fit well his helm,

"grip fast his orbed shield,
Borne even or high,

"for this day will pour down,

"If I conjecture aught,
no drizzling shower

"But rattling storm of
arrows barbed with fire."

Excuse me.

Have you been coming to
this church for a long time?

Many years.

You don't remember someone
called Arnold Mears, do you?

You might know his name.
He's in prison now.

I think his father was the
verger here some time ago.

Everybody knows about Arnold Mears.

Did you know him personally?

I met him when he was a child.

- Later?
- I wasn't here then.

Did you know if he had
any brothers or sisters?

Not that I've heard of.
He...he was a lonely child.

So... so I've heard.

Thanks.

Why are you asking
all these questions?

I'm doing some research.

To try to find out
why he did what he did?

Yes.

Well, there was another
woman here last week

asking the same questions.

- Yes, she was a colleague of mine.
- I...

I told her then everything I know.

I mean, he used to play here

when his father was working.

Apparently, he had a terrible
accident when he was nine.

Do you know if that happened here?

In the crypt, I believe.

Do you know if he was
mistreated as a child?

I heard that he had no
love from his father.

I used to feel sorry for him.

It's probably why he did

all those dreadful things.

It still doesn't excuse
what he did, though, does it?

God can redeem any sinner.

No matter how grave the sin.

Thank you for your help.

I'm so sorry.

I need to take this call.
I'll go up.

- Right.
- Thanks.

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Nikki.

I've got some news.

- Have they found Annie?
- No. No, it's Mears.

He's decided to reveal where
the remaining bodies are.

- Right.
- On one condition.

What's that?

He reveals them to you.

- Nikki?
- Yes. I'm here.

Don't make physical contact.

Don't give him anything or
accept anything from him.

And don't tell him
any personal details.

You don't have to do this, Nikki.

No one's going to
think the worse of you.

It's OK.
Is there anything else?

Yeah, ear piece.

Won't that make him suspicious?

We won't be able to
communicate with you, otherwise.

Don't worry.
I'll be fine.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

- Mr. Mears, I'm Dr...
- Dr. Nikki Alexander. Yeah.

I know all about you.
I did invite you, didn't I?

Yes. You did.

Did your bring your pencil
and paper, like a good girl?

No, of course you haven't.

Your friends next door
will have taken care

of all the clerical
details, won't they?

I hear you want to
tell me where the bodies

of your other victims are buried.

You're in a hurry.
You got somewhere to go?

It's all right,
you're perfectly safe.

I can't harm you.

He's taking control.

Doesn't matter if he tells her
where the bodies are buried, does it?

All right.
Let's talk about Annie Farmer.

Annie?
Annie?

Annie's gone, I'm afraid,
and... she won't be coming back.

- Where have you sent her?
- I've sent her to find

her long-lost daughter.

- No, you haven't.
- No, I haven't.

You've no idea where Tina is.

I was just being polite.

Trying to give her what she wanted.

To tell you the truth,

I was getting a bit
bored with Annie.

So, you're getting rid of her?

Were you bored with Dr. Karamides?

Dr. Karamides killed herself.

- Nothing to do with me.
- I think it was.

Why are you so concerned?

- She a friend of yours?
- She was a colleague.

Really?

I saw you outside her
house, on television.

Yes, I attended the
scene of her death.

- In a professional capacity?
- Yes.

You looked upset.

How did she look?

Peaceful?

Yes.

Liar.

It was pills and booze, wasn't it?
What a way to die, eh?

Face down in a pool of
your own stomach contents.

Dr. Karamides used to come
and visit me quite often.

I think she was
half in love with me.

Some women probably do find you...

interesting.

Exciting.

Do you?

No.

- Then why are you here?
- You invited me.

Well, maybe if you got
to know me a bit better,

you might come and visit me
out of more than politeness.

Maybe I would.

How often would you visit me?

Once a month?

It would have to be more than that.

It'd be nice to have
something to look forward to.

OK.
More than that, if you like.

We could talk about
important things.

What made you happy,
what made you sad.

Intimate things.

They'd never let us.

- Change the subject, Nikki.
- What's she playing at?

Wait.
Wait.

They would,

if it was about the bodies.

I could give you them,

- one at a time.
- So, that would make

12 visits.

At least.

You're lying.

I may not be an educated
man, Dr. Alexander,

but I'm not stupid.

You lie to me again, I'll leave

and that'll be the end
of your precious Annie.

I don't like the way this is going.

I think she knows what she's doing.

Let's talk about your work.

Do you like it?

- Yes.
- Cutting up bodies.

So do I.

Sometimes I cut them up
before they were dead.

That was always the fun bit.

You had it easier, though.

Someone got rid of yours.

I had to get rid of
mine all by myself.

That was always the difficult bit.

You managed, though,
all by yourself.

Or did you have someone to help you?

Well, listen, it's
been lovely having this

chat with you and
the rest of the team,

but I think this
conversation is over.

He's told us nothing.

Come on!

Don't you walk away from me!

I went to St Chad's today.

That must have been a
strange place to grow up.

A little boy all by himself. Can't
have been much of a childhood.

- I was happy enough.
- That's not what I heard.

- Who from?
- An old lady I met there.

She said she felt sorry for you.

Well, I'm glad somebody does.

Arnold!

Where are you?

I know you're in here!

You can stay in here.

I'm sorry.

Don't leave me here.

I promise to be good.

- Did your father beat you, Arnold?
- What?

Dr. Karamides said she
found scarring on your brain.

- Is that how you got it?
- My dad?

He wouldn't dare.
Is that the best you've got?

Get me out of here.

Why did you bring this today?

Well, you can't be too careful.

Last time I left it in my cell,

I found a cop with his nose in it.

No, leave it alone!

I said, don't touch it!

To my dearest Arnold,
from his loving Mother.

I thought she died
when you were born.

Was it your mother who beat you?

My mum loved me.

Mum! Where are you?

Mum! Mum!

But they sent her away.

Why?

When my Dad got her pregnant.

She was 13.

They said she was a slut!

Wouldn't let her see me!

But she wanted to.

My mum, she loved me!

She's the only one that ever did!

So, how did you damage your brain?

Who did that to you?

I did!

I did!

- I did!
- Mears!

- I did!
- Mears!

I did!

- Hold him!
- Stop! Stop it!

Arnold! Arnold!

Where is she?

Where's Annie?

Hello?

Nikki.

Where?

Go away!

I'm not here to hurt you.

Are you the police?

No, I'm looking for my daughter.

Who sent you?

Arnold Mears.

Arnold?

My son?

I tried to help him.

I wanted to,
after what had happened to him.

That's why I came back.

You protected him.

It wasn't his fault.

Where is she?

She's here.

Where?

I kept her.

I couldn't let her go.

She was the last one and he...

he hadn't finished with her.

I didn't know what else to do.

She was still alive!

- Tina!
- She's all right.

I gave her food.
Water.

I...I cherished her.

I knew one day someone would come.

She's waiting for you.

Up there.

Mum!

Where...

Tina.

Tina.

Mum!

Mum?

Tina's come back to us.

Mum, that's...that's not Tina.

God has sent her back to me.

Annie?

Are you OK?

Mears' last victim.

Soon get you sorted out.

I'm not sure it is.

At least Annie's alive.

- Well done.
- What for?

Mears has come clean
about the remaining bodies.

It's over.

Hold it.
Stop.

Yeah, we got something.

"FOR NIKKI"

My brother was an evil man.

I feel guilty about what he did.

Nikki!

Leo, what is going on?
Where are you?

Do you really think that
her work got her killed?

- I can't prove anything.
- My daughter

has spina bifida.

Are you personally gonna
guarantee her safety?

It's goes down but I'd rather for
a bit of dealing than double murder.

My sense was that she'd made
some kind of breakthrough.

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