Touching Evil (1997–1999): Season 3, Episode 4 - Fiery Death: Part 2 - full transcript
I want a solicitor.
Jane Howard and Debbie Lewis--
did you know them, Matt?
I know I'm entitled to them.
I've studied law.
Robert Wise-- he
was a psychiatric nurse.
We know you knew him.
1989, Harmon House
suffered a serious fire.
You were a resident
there at the time.
But you weren't injured.
Lucky.
D.I. Dave Creegan.
Do you recognize him, Matt?
You'll be forgiven for saying
no, but I'm sure you do.
It's Josh Leyton.
He's just had his
10th operation.
They've had 10 goes at making
him look halfway human.
You did this.
Do you know what fire does
to the human body, Matt?
After a few seconds, the
skin starts to blister.
Then fluid rushes
from the tissues
to try and cool it down.
The body dehydrates.
It goes into shock.
There's heart failure.
I haven't even got
to the pain yet.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe you had no intention
of hurting Josh Leyton.
Maybe you wanted to
kill Robert Wise.
I didn't kill him.
We know what was going on--
what he was doing.
Were you one of his victims?
Is that why you
burned the place down?
Were you trying to
kill Robert Wise?
I-- no, I didn't kill him.
Even after what he did to
me, I couldn't kill him.
Who else did he abuse?
I don't know.
I never talked about it.
He gave me sleeping tablets.
But they didn't make me sleep.
Rohypnol-- It's called Rohypnol.
What does it do for you?
Fire?
How does it help?
When it's there, I'm alive,
adrift, a wish, a dream.
When they die, when the fires
die, the world seems darker.
It might as well be dead.
Fight, fight the
dying of the light.
You know what I'm
thinking, don't you?
He was raped by Robert Wise.
He admits burning the
place down because of it.
If anyone fell victim
of Wise, it was Matt.
Y Me?
Well, he's a victim.
He's the wrong kind of victim.
What about Josh
Leyton's statement?
Josh Leyton wasn't covered
in petrol and set alight.
Anyways, you saw how
Matt reacted in there.
He couldn't watch
somebody burn to death.
At least we know why
the killer uses Rohypnol.
He learned about it from Wise.
What happened to you last night?
I was asleep.
I thought you had insomnia.
All life, death does end,
and each day dies in sleep.
Jane Howard's bound
to have known this place.
I actually lived around
here for 30 years.
All the other scenes were linked
to the victim's
transgression, their failure
in the killer's eye.
Yeah, I know what
transgression means, Creegan.
Was Sam an only child?
Yeah, according
to our medical file.
Yeah, Creegan.
Jane Howard, can you find out
if she's been married before?
Where's the body?
Hospital.
I mean, she's still alive.
I thought you knew.
Her name was Clare Logan.
She was the head teacher.
Shit!
Creegan!
30 seconds.
If we'd got to her
for 30 bloody seconds,
we'd have a name, something!
No dirt on Clare Logan.
No industrial tribunals,
no professional misconduct,
nothing.
And Jane Howard was
married before to Nicholas
Goff in 1965.
He died in 1977.
No children.
Now why would she
have kept that from her son?
What else has she kept from him?
You wouldn't forget
something like that.
I'm positive.
Well, maybe it wasn't
a very happy marriage.
It was something she
preferred to forget.
And she didn't
mention any children?
- Stepchildren?
- Of course not.
Are these her things?
Do you mind?
Go ahead.
Is this yours?
No, don't think so.
OK, drawing on the top,
that was taken from a book
on child fire setters.
The drawing on the bottom,
that was taken from Jane
Howard's house last night.
Sam told me he'd never
seen that drawing before.
I believe him.
Jane was first married in
1965 to a Nicholas Goff.
They had no children.
That's Keith Martin
and Susan Eichells.
They were fostered by
the Goffs for 18 months.
Then Jane and Nicholas split up.
And after they split, those
two kids went back into care.
1970, Jane met an Archie Howard.
They married.
Two years later,
they had a baby boy.
Sam.
I know I've been a
pain about profiles,
but this isn't a
simple case of arson.
Arsonists very rarely
fantasize about murder.
They're more interested in
the fire itself and the chaos
caused by the fire.
But children who set fires,
they do fantasize about killing.
And it's usually
someone in their family.
Usually someone who they
consider to be withholding
love--
a mother, a stepfather,
a baby brother
who's usurped their position.
You're not saying
the killer's a child.
No, someone who
thinks like a child.
Y Me is remarkably childlike.
And we know the
killer sees himself
a victim of Robert Wise.
And we've been
trying to work out
what terrible crimes
these other victims
have committed, like Jane
Howard and Clare Logan.
But we're applying adult logic.
Maybe the killer doesn't have
an adult sense of proportion.
So maybe the punishment
doesn't fit the crime.
When were these children
fostered by Jane Howard?
'67 and '68.
Have we had their names checked
out against Harmon House?
Simmons is doing it.
We've got to talk to Keith
Martin, see if he's got
a connection with Clare
Logan and Debbie Lewis.
These photos were
taken 30 years ago.
Keith Martin would be
middle-aged by now.
Or he has kids of his own.
If he did feel wronged by
Jane Howard when he was seven,
why wait 30 years
to take revenge?
Maybe the time
gap's significant.
Maybe that's the whole point.
Killer's going back over his
life, settling old scores.
OK.
And why do it now?
Creegan.
You have five seconds.
Three, two--
It's me!
Hannah.
I wanted to check if you're
coming to the memorial
tomorrow.
Uh, I was.
You don't want me to come?
No, no.
I think you should be there.
I'll be there then.
I'd better go.
I've still got so
many calls to make.
Martin knew lots of people.
It's been a strange experience
getting them together.
Everyone I knew seems
to be coming-- parents,
school friends, colleagues.
He's dead, but it's
like his whole life
is flashing before my eyes.
Anyway--
Hannah--
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.
I feel like I'm
trying to sum up a whole life
in a couple of hours.
When they die,
when the fires die,
the world seems darker.
I might as well be dead.
Why wait 30
years to take revenge?
Why do it now?
You worry about their pain.
Life is full of pain.
There's few things
as destructive as fire.
I don't think I can
resist to jump into the fire.
Am I going to die?
Am I going to die?
Why me?
It's set up
video conference room.
Did it take much persuading?
You're joking.
Audience is what he craves.
It's delightful to see
you again, Inspector Taylor.
OK, ask him again
why he used fire.
Why fire, Dutronc?
Have you heard of
the Cult of Mithras?
They worship fire,
the pure manifestation
of the laws of destiny.
It's the ultimate contradiction,
the ultimate mystery.
Full love opposing
associations, recognition,
death, procreation.
The Christian term
dating to hell fire.
But why did you need
to use fire to kill them?
Did you know that
some pine cones need
the heat of a forest
fire to crack them
apart and release their seeds?
The seed's interior has
been tested, cracked open.
Only then can the
purified soul soar free.
The cycle of death and rebirth
is the unequaled force.
Can you ask him about death?
Ask him about fire and death.
Does fire have any special
significance if you're dying?
Fire gives power.
It may feed the dying soul.
Fire makes me feel
a sort of shaman--
a link between men and gods.
Fire gives power.
It may feed the dying soul.
Fire gives power.
It may feed the dying soul.
What's this about, Creegan?
Fire gives power.
The killer sees
himself as a victim.
And like a child,
he feels powerless.
Fire, it's his friend.
It's a magical
element which turns
him from victim to victor.
OK.
He's reviewing his life, Susan.
But now there's a
reason he's doing it.
And that reason is the trigger.
He's always felt powerless, but
now there's real justification
for that feeling.
Why me?
Why me and not them?
Why do I have to die?
The killer's dying.
Keith, I just need to know
where you were on Feb 22nd,
March 4th, 11th and 15th.
I was here.
I'm here all day, every day.
Sunday mornings I
go to the market
with the wholesalers for my kid.
We take two weeks
off in the summer.
And that's it.
You're welcome to ask
my staff, if you'd like.
You can even ask my customers.
Though I'd rather you didn't.
Have you heard of a
place called Harmon House?
No.
Recognize any of these?
It's Debbie Lewis, Robert
Wise, Clare Logan, Jane Howard.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
What did you say the
last woman's name was?
That's Jane Howard.
She was married before.
Her name then was Mrs. Goff.
Mrs. Goff.
Yeah.
Yeah, I knew her
when I was a kid.
That's why you're
here, isn't it?
You were fostered
with this little girl.
Where did you get these?
Jane's house.
I haven't even got
pictures of me at this age.
This is like looking at a
picture of my son, Jordan.
Any idea where she is now?
The girl?
No.
Susan.
She was a sad kid.
She used to cry herself
to sleep every night.
She cried for her mother.
Well, her mother was dead.
I don't know.
She wouldn't let Jane
out of her sight though.
Then she'd flare
up, go hysterical.
How do you mean?
Well, if Jane went
out and left us, even
for a few minutes,
she'd sit and watch
the clock until she came back.
But I mean literally sit and
stare at the clock on the wall.
The day Jane left, she must
have been there for hours.
She wouldn't budge.
Anyway, look.
I don't understand.
All this was 30 years ago.
I haven't seen Jane since.
We're just trying to
piece Jane's life together.
Well, she didn't
deserve to die like that.
No one does.
Who's dead, Daddy?
No one you know, Jordy.
This is my son, Jordan.
Taylor to Creegan.
Yep.
I've just spoken to Matt.
He's Father the Y Me
signature on Clare Logan--
carved on the body
before it was set alight.
And she was given a massive dose
of Rohypnol, same as Debbie.
How are you getting
on with Keith Martin?
He's clean.
There was no marriage
certificate for Susan Eichells,
but when I got a birth
certificate, look.
Her mother's name
was Marianne Winters.
Now one of the two
ex-residents of Harmon house
was a Susan Winters.
They've got the same date of
birth, the same NHS number.
They must be the same person.
Medical records-- did you
get her medical records?
Yeah, but they stop in 1996.
OK, I want a trace
on Susan Winters.
Check to see if Clare Logan
employed anyone in that name.
Go talk to Lynn Southy,
check out her statement.
Maybe Debbie talked to her
about someone called Susan.
Lynn, did Debbie ever
mention a friend called
Susan Eichells or Winters?
No.
Hang on, Susan.
Yeah, I think she did.
A couple of weeks ago, she
said something about meeting
an old friend called Susan--
someone she hadn't
seen for years.
I don't know if it's
the same person.
I never saw her.
Sorry I'm being so useless.
Pregnancy turns
your brain to jelly.
You'd be better off
talking to John.
Where is he?
Still in Germany.
Well, make sure he's
back for the birth.
Oh, he'd be better be or
there'll be hell to pay.
He changed.
No one could do the job you
do and not be affected by it.
But the amazing
thing about Mark was
that he never completely
lost his faith
in people right to the end.
Mark-- he was a
first rate detective.
However, from time
to time he showed
severe lapses of judgment.
He told me he supported
West Ham, for example.
Worse, he chose me as a friend.
When we started working
together, we didn't get on.
It's no secret.
I'm not the easiest
person to work with.
Most give up.
But Mark-- Mark persevered.
This Saturday,
the 21st, Mark and I
had planned to be married.
We were in love.
We were full of hope.
We were so sure about
us, about everything.
Maybe we were wrong.
But I would have liked
the chance to find out.
Our love was a
wonderful mystery.
His death, a terrible one.
Excuse me.
I wanted to thank you.
Well, I did my best.
It's not my strongest point.
You were talking about
the speech, weren't you?
No.
I wasn't.
Hannah, you weren't
wrong about you and Mark.
It would have been good.
I'm sure of it.
There was a Clare Winters
employed at the nursery in 1992
before Clare Logan took over.
Six months later, she'd gone.
I spoke to one of the
teachers who remembered her.
She said Susan used to
cling to the kids rather
than the other way around.
And Clare Logan didn't
think it was healthy.
That's why she sacked her.
I've checked her
employment record.
She doesn't seem to
have worked since.
It's like she dropped
off the map in 1996.
So we're definitely
looking for a woman.
And Lynn Southy must
have got it wrong.
Whoever went to Debbie's
flat was someone she knew.
And if it was Susan
Winters, Debbie knew her.
And if Debbie knew her,
then Andy probably did too.
How was the memorial service?
It was fine.
He must have been
a very popular guy.
He was.
Is that why everyone
resents me so much?
Is that what you think?
Look, we know you
had to take on a lot.
If the learning curve gets
any steeper, I'll slide off.
No.
Couldn't have got
this far without you.
Andy.
Oh, what do you want?
Did Debbie ever mention a
woman called Susan Winters?
- No.
- Susan Eichells?
No.
- What is all this?
- It's a simple question.
Did Debbie have any
friends called Susan
Winters or Susan Eichells?
Not while I knew her.
So Lynn, she was
Debbie's only friend, yeah?
I wouldn't call Lynn a friend.
She only started babysitting
after John moved out.
Lynn's husband moved out?
When?
Six months ago.
And they weren't
married, no matter
what she would have told you.
But he is the
father of her child?
I suppose so, yeah.
Is John's surname Southy?
Yeah.
Is that what she calls herself?
She's a liar.
I told you.
She lies so much, even
she can't remember
what's true and what isn't.
Why didn't you say this before?
Excuse me?
I said nothing else.
Where does John work?
He's a security guard at
Langley's, food warehouse.
OK, so she lies about
John still being around.
That could be pride.
She knew Debbie.
But the others?
She's eight months
pregnant, Susan.
You're saying a pregnant
woman's incapable of murder?
No, I'm just saying, I
think the killer is dying.
Let's Just find John Southy.
Manager hasn't seen him.
Presumed he ought
to have mid shift.
I've got his home address.
This is D.I. Taylor
requesting assistance.
I want two searches.
One is for 24--
Maybe you were right
about the trigger.
But maybe it's not death.
It's birth.
The cycle of death and rebirth
is the only constant force.
That's what Dutronc said.
She's been going back over
her life in preparation.
She's been cleaning up,
getting rid of these people
before the baby is born.
That's why she is
running out of time.
We're at Lynn Southy's address.
We've found the Rohypnol.
Why me?
Why me?
What the bloody
hell are you doing here?
I'm on duty.
I can't talk now.
What are you doing?
You can't just turn up.
I could lose my job.
I know you hate me.
Maybe we just didn't
try hard enough?
I tried, Lynn.
Tried as much as any person
could to make it work.
Whatever it is that's wrong,
we're not going to solve it.
So what am I supposed to do?
Put the child into a home?
You wanted that child, Lynn.
Wanted it more than me.
Anyway, my mother
brought me up on her own.
And I did all right.
Well, aren't you the lucky one?
All I wanted was for you
be the baby's father.
Maybe it's for the best.
Maybe you're not
capable of love.
You couldn't love me.
So why should you be
able to love our child?
You've got a description.
Issue it.
I'm coming over now.
And her car-- it's a red Fiesta.
I want a trace on that too.
Do you have a spare tire?
Why?
Your left side rear is deflated.
You've got a slow
puncture, my dear.
Here, I'll give you a hand.
Here.
OK, well, she's got
a three hour head start.
She could be anywhere.
We've blocked all
ports, airports.
She's not on the run.
She's got nowhere to run to.
What, she's on the offensive?
You sure you're
well enough to drive?
No, don't worry.
I'm not due for weeks yet.
Really!
I'm not in labor.
Wouldn't it be a
surprise if you were?
They way you were
bumming down there?
I just wanted to get home.
These are Lynn
Southy's medical notes.
All of them?
Yep.
She was registered with
about four different doctors.
And each case as a
temporary patient.
That's how she got the double
prescriptions of Rohypnol.
And that was an assessment
of Susan Eichells
after she left Jane house
and went back into care.
Can we now assume
that Susan Eichells,
Susan Winters and Lynn
Southy are the same person?
Calling all cars.
We're looking for a woman in
her 30s, eight months pregnant.
I don't suppose
you've got any WD-40?
This is stiff as hell.
- Who put this wheel on for you?
- My husband.
A big guy, is he?
Massive.
Should've used his car.
He's just bought
a brand new BMW.
Oh, got you, you little bastard.
Listen to this.
Fire is from the devil.
There's a devil in every fire.
He learns you all the tricks.
He whispers to you
to do bad things
and make the fire to kill
people and to burn the baby.
Then God can make
them alive again.
And I went into the
fire, and I died.
And when I came out
again, I was good too.
How old was she
when that was written?
Eight.
A It's a psychological
assessment.
She's been dreaming of
this since she was eight.
Well, according to these notes,
Lynn Southy never told
any of these doctors
that she was pregnant.
And she's not registered at
any of the local hospitals.
Maybe she was
lying about that too.
The last time she
visited a doctor was in April.
She went back to get
the results from a test.
Bloody hell.
This is a letter the
doctor wrote on her behalf.
Well, what?
Lynn's got leukemia.
I haven't seen you here before.
I'm visiting.
Family?
Yeah.
Where do they live?
I might know them.
I'm not sure.
Lost touch?
A long time ago.
This your first?
That's right.
I love children.
Mine are all grown up now.
I still like coming
here to watch them play.
I'd like to have been a teacher.
That's what I do.
I'm a nursery teacher.
Head teacher, in fact.
Lovely.
Do you know if it's
a boy or a girl?
I'd like a little girl,
but I'm sure it's a boy.
Do you want to feel it?
I--
There's no need
to be frightened.
It won't bite.
It is death.
That's the trigger.
She's been obsessed with kids
since she was a teenager.
She finally manages
to get pregnant.
Weeks later, she's
told she's dying.
She's got the child
she always wanted,
but not the chance
to bring it up.
She could've had treatment.
It would've endangered the baby.
So she refuses it.
She can't accept she's dying.
Well those who did her
wrong are still alive.
Why me?
Why should I die and they live?
I'm so glad we met.
Me too.
So you're on your own now then?
That's right.
Finding you after all
these years, it's amazing.
Finding me?
Did you know me?
I wasn't sure at first.
I didn't have a
very clear picture.
I was only seven when you left.
I wasn't sure what I was going
to do if I didn't find you.
I was so desperate for you
to look after the baby.
There isn't anyone else.
What?
You will do this for
me, won't you, Mum?
I'm not your mother.
Of course you're not.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Forget what I said.
I know.
Let me buy you a cup of tea.
Creegan.
Yes?
Yes.
I'm sorry, you did what?
They flagged her down on the A1.
Brilliant.
No, it's not brilliant.
They let her go.
What?
The officer flagged her
down for a dodgy tire.
Then he changed
the tire for her.
Well, what was
she on the A1 for?
Susan Eichell's
birth certificate.
Have you got it?
Where was she born?
Ashport Lincolnshire.
And the A1 goes to--
Lincolnshire.
The doses of Rohypnol are never
large enough to knock them out.
She wants them conscious.
She puts them on trial.
She wants them to hear
her passing judgment.
So for a while, she's
in control of death.
It doesn't control her.
Dave.
What's going on?
You and Hannah?
Grief, I think grief
is what's going on.
I thought I saw
him the other night.
Rivers?
It wasn't him, of course.
It's happened a few times now.
Different times, places.
Thought I was going crazy.
Right, we want the small parks,
common isolated areas.
Start in the north of the city.
That's where the
suspect was born.
That's where she'll probably go.
You were given a description
of the suspect in the car.
Have you found anything?
Yeah, we've had a look around.
Dead easy!
It's dead easy.
It's yes or no.
Well, yeah, there was a
red Fiesta that read reports.
Don't tell me.
You gave it a respring.
You changed the oil.
Sorry, sir?
Where was it seen?
Uh, well, it was
seen on this road here.
When was this?
Hm, lunch time?
Do you play a
musical instrument?
No.
Enjoy a game of bones?
Oh, you'll enjoy
your retirement then!
They left in a white car.
Yes.
That's where we are.
The car's gone.
Well, she hasn't
gone to the address
on the birth certificate.
It's underneath the
DIY Super Store.
I checked.
Where was she actually born?
Home or hospital?
Um, Saint David's.
Is there a Saint David's
Hospital near here?
Closed years ago.
Yes.
Has it been pulled down?
No.
OK, give me directions.
Come on, Mom.
All you had to say is
I can take your child.
You didn't have to say
you weren't my mother.
As if what you did in the first
place wasn't cruel enough.
You've got to listen to me.
Mum!
OK, give me 10 minutes.
You've got five.
...to look after me.
Now you won't look
after my child.
Lynn?
Stay away.
What happened?
Did she fall asleep?
She's not your mother, Lynn.
She's just somebody
you met in the park.
Your mother's dead.
Died two years ago.
You're lying.
Now, you leave her, Lynn.
She means nothing to you.
She's done nothing wrong.
I know what's
happening to you, Lynn.
I know why you came
looking for your mother.
She didn't want to know.
I shouldn't be surprised,
not after what she did to me.
What was that?
I can't tell you.
It's got to be her.
She can't hear you.
Well, then she'll have
to go without hearing.
Why can't you talk to me?
Because you can walk away.
No one listens if
they can walk away.
I won't walk away.
I promise.
Now does that make it better?
Can you talk to me now?
I know you want to
talk to me, Lynn.
I know you want to talk
about what your mother did
and what you heard here.
OK, you don't believe
I want to listen.
I do.
Where's the Rohypnol?
Come on!
Give it to me.
Come on, come on.
Give it to me.
You're in control now.
This is what you want, isn't it?
I can't walk away now.
How long have I got?
Five, 10 minutes.
Come on!
Tell me what happened.
Come on.
I'm listening.
She said she couldn't cope.
She was going to give
me to someone else
while she got better.
She said she wasn't
being a very good mother.
I didn't care if she was
a good mother or not.
I still wanted to be with her.
I was in a home.
Other kids were found families.
Not me.
Not until Jane and Michael came.
They took me.
I loved her.
She said she loved me and
I could call her Mummy.
Then she left.
That's when I first
thought I want a baby.
I want to be some
baby's mummy and I'll
never leave him, never.
Nothing ever happened.
I kept getting pregnant.
I kept losing them.
I had to keep watching
them fall out of me
as if they were saying,
I don't want you.
You're not good enough.
And that's why you
were jealous of Debbie.
I hated her!
She had two kids.
They loved her.
What about John?
John couldn't love me.
Well, maybe no one could--
not the way you
want to be loved.
All the love in the world
couldn't fill you, could it?
You don't know what
I've gone through.
I'm trying.
Lynn, hey!
I am trying!
Did you help start the
fire at Harmon House?
That was Matt.
I'd forgotten all about fire.
I'd stopped thinking about it.
When I saw Matt's face
looking at what he had done,
it all came back.
I remembered how it felt.
I heard him scream, Josh.
Matt didn't hear it, but I did.
I want to help you.
I want to help you and the baby.
Just leave her.
To Come with me.
Look at me, Lynn.
I'm at your mercy now.
Does this make you feel good?
Does this make
you feel powerful?
Aren't you frightened?
Yeah.
I'm frightened too.
Only for me, not for him.
Nothing will happen to him.
I won't let it.
He's going to love me.
She couldn't.
John couldn't.
But he will.
He's not going to
suffer like I suffered.
He's not going to be
hurt like I was hurt.
I won't let it happen.
All children suffer, Lynn.
It's part of life.
You should know.
You abandoned yours.
No one understands
what I'm going through.
No one understands because
you won't let anyone understand.
You enjoy being a victim.
You enjoy everyone
around you being a bully.
You're the only one
that feels pain.
Other people don't feel.
Other people are incapable
of feeling like you.
I have such nightmares.
Still have them.
Devils and skeletons--
they're all trying to kill me.
And I have to think of
ways of killing them first.
There's blood everywhere.
I thought I'd beaten them.
Then when I started getting
sick, I knew I hadn't.
They waited a long time.
But they got me, didn't they?
You have an illness, Lynn.
No on gave you it.
I'm going to die.
And I'm so frightened.
We're all going to die.
We're all frightened.
Lynn?
Stop!
Why should I?
The baby, Lynn.
The baby could be in trouble.
Why should you
care about my baby?
No one cares about it.
No one wants it!
Give me the matches.
No!
No.
OK.
I can't find the bleeding point.
Clips.
Clips.
Clamp.
Clamp.
I took her down for
an emergency cesarean.
It's a girl.
How is she doing?
She's still 90/60.
Blood pressure still dropping.
She's arrested.
1 milligram of
adrenaline, please,
and call the crash team.
Start CPR.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5.
Social services are here.
Do you want me to deal with her?
Could you?
Thanks.
Jane Howard and Debbie Lewis--
did you know them, Matt?
I know I'm entitled to them.
I've studied law.
Robert Wise-- he
was a psychiatric nurse.
We know you knew him.
1989, Harmon House
suffered a serious fire.
You were a resident
there at the time.
But you weren't injured.
Lucky.
D.I. Dave Creegan.
Do you recognize him, Matt?
You'll be forgiven for saying
no, but I'm sure you do.
It's Josh Leyton.
He's just had his
10th operation.
They've had 10 goes at making
him look halfway human.
You did this.
Do you know what fire does
to the human body, Matt?
After a few seconds, the
skin starts to blister.
Then fluid rushes
from the tissues
to try and cool it down.
The body dehydrates.
It goes into shock.
There's heart failure.
I haven't even got
to the pain yet.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe you had no intention
of hurting Josh Leyton.
Maybe you wanted to
kill Robert Wise.
I didn't kill him.
We know what was going on--
what he was doing.
Were you one of his victims?
Is that why you
burned the place down?
Were you trying to
kill Robert Wise?
I-- no, I didn't kill him.
Even after what he did to
me, I couldn't kill him.
Who else did he abuse?
I don't know.
I never talked about it.
He gave me sleeping tablets.
But they didn't make me sleep.
Rohypnol-- It's called Rohypnol.
What does it do for you?
Fire?
How does it help?
When it's there, I'm alive,
adrift, a wish, a dream.
When they die, when the fires
die, the world seems darker.
It might as well be dead.
Fight, fight the
dying of the light.
You know what I'm
thinking, don't you?
He was raped by Robert Wise.
He admits burning the
place down because of it.
If anyone fell victim
of Wise, it was Matt.
Y Me?
Well, he's a victim.
He's the wrong kind of victim.
What about Josh
Leyton's statement?
Josh Leyton wasn't covered
in petrol and set alight.
Anyways, you saw how
Matt reacted in there.
He couldn't watch
somebody burn to death.
At least we know why
the killer uses Rohypnol.
He learned about it from Wise.
What happened to you last night?
I was asleep.
I thought you had insomnia.
All life, death does end,
and each day dies in sleep.
Jane Howard's bound
to have known this place.
I actually lived around
here for 30 years.
All the other scenes were linked
to the victim's
transgression, their failure
in the killer's eye.
Yeah, I know what
transgression means, Creegan.
Was Sam an only child?
Yeah, according
to our medical file.
Yeah, Creegan.
Jane Howard, can you find out
if she's been married before?
Where's the body?
Hospital.
I mean, she's still alive.
I thought you knew.
Her name was Clare Logan.
She was the head teacher.
Shit!
Creegan!
30 seconds.
If we'd got to her
for 30 bloody seconds,
we'd have a name, something!
No dirt on Clare Logan.
No industrial tribunals,
no professional misconduct,
nothing.
And Jane Howard was
married before to Nicholas
Goff in 1965.
He died in 1977.
No children.
Now why would she
have kept that from her son?
What else has she kept from him?
You wouldn't forget
something like that.
I'm positive.
Well, maybe it wasn't
a very happy marriage.
It was something she
preferred to forget.
And she didn't
mention any children?
- Stepchildren?
- Of course not.
Are these her things?
Do you mind?
Go ahead.
Is this yours?
No, don't think so.
OK, drawing on the top,
that was taken from a book
on child fire setters.
The drawing on the bottom,
that was taken from Jane
Howard's house last night.
Sam told me he'd never
seen that drawing before.
I believe him.
Jane was first married in
1965 to a Nicholas Goff.
They had no children.
That's Keith Martin
and Susan Eichells.
They were fostered by
the Goffs for 18 months.
Then Jane and Nicholas split up.
And after they split, those
two kids went back into care.
1970, Jane met an Archie Howard.
They married.
Two years later,
they had a baby boy.
Sam.
I know I've been a
pain about profiles,
but this isn't a
simple case of arson.
Arsonists very rarely
fantasize about murder.
They're more interested in
the fire itself and the chaos
caused by the fire.
But children who set fires,
they do fantasize about killing.
And it's usually
someone in their family.
Usually someone who they
consider to be withholding
love--
a mother, a stepfather,
a baby brother
who's usurped their position.
You're not saying
the killer's a child.
No, someone who
thinks like a child.
Y Me is remarkably childlike.
And we know the
killer sees himself
a victim of Robert Wise.
And we've been
trying to work out
what terrible crimes
these other victims
have committed, like Jane
Howard and Clare Logan.
But we're applying adult logic.
Maybe the killer doesn't have
an adult sense of proportion.
So maybe the punishment
doesn't fit the crime.
When were these children
fostered by Jane Howard?
'67 and '68.
Have we had their names checked
out against Harmon House?
Simmons is doing it.
We've got to talk to Keith
Martin, see if he's got
a connection with Clare
Logan and Debbie Lewis.
These photos were
taken 30 years ago.
Keith Martin would be
middle-aged by now.
Or he has kids of his own.
If he did feel wronged by
Jane Howard when he was seven,
why wait 30 years
to take revenge?
Maybe the time
gap's significant.
Maybe that's the whole point.
Killer's going back over his
life, settling old scores.
OK.
And why do it now?
Creegan.
You have five seconds.
Three, two--
It's me!
Hannah.
I wanted to check if you're
coming to the memorial
tomorrow.
Uh, I was.
You don't want me to come?
No, no.
I think you should be there.
I'll be there then.
I'd better go.
I've still got so
many calls to make.
Martin knew lots of people.
It's been a strange experience
getting them together.
Everyone I knew seems
to be coming-- parents,
school friends, colleagues.
He's dead, but it's
like his whole life
is flashing before my eyes.
Anyway--
Hannah--
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.
I feel like I'm
trying to sum up a whole life
in a couple of hours.
When they die,
when the fires die,
the world seems darker.
I might as well be dead.
Why wait 30
years to take revenge?
Why do it now?
You worry about their pain.
Life is full of pain.
There's few things
as destructive as fire.
I don't think I can
resist to jump into the fire.
Am I going to die?
Am I going to die?
Why me?
It's set up
video conference room.
Did it take much persuading?
You're joking.
Audience is what he craves.
It's delightful to see
you again, Inspector Taylor.
OK, ask him again
why he used fire.
Why fire, Dutronc?
Have you heard of
the Cult of Mithras?
They worship fire,
the pure manifestation
of the laws of destiny.
It's the ultimate contradiction,
the ultimate mystery.
Full love opposing
associations, recognition,
death, procreation.
The Christian term
dating to hell fire.
But why did you need
to use fire to kill them?
Did you know that
some pine cones need
the heat of a forest
fire to crack them
apart and release their seeds?
The seed's interior has
been tested, cracked open.
Only then can the
purified soul soar free.
The cycle of death and rebirth
is the unequaled force.
Can you ask him about death?
Ask him about fire and death.
Does fire have any special
significance if you're dying?
Fire gives power.
It may feed the dying soul.
Fire makes me feel
a sort of shaman--
a link between men and gods.
Fire gives power.
It may feed the dying soul.
Fire gives power.
It may feed the dying soul.
What's this about, Creegan?
Fire gives power.
The killer sees
himself as a victim.
And like a child,
he feels powerless.
Fire, it's his friend.
It's a magical
element which turns
him from victim to victor.
OK.
He's reviewing his life, Susan.
But now there's a
reason he's doing it.
And that reason is the trigger.
He's always felt powerless, but
now there's real justification
for that feeling.
Why me?
Why me and not them?
Why do I have to die?
The killer's dying.
Keith, I just need to know
where you were on Feb 22nd,
March 4th, 11th and 15th.
I was here.
I'm here all day, every day.
Sunday mornings I
go to the market
with the wholesalers for my kid.
We take two weeks
off in the summer.
And that's it.
You're welcome to ask
my staff, if you'd like.
You can even ask my customers.
Though I'd rather you didn't.
Have you heard of a
place called Harmon House?
No.
Recognize any of these?
It's Debbie Lewis, Robert
Wise, Clare Logan, Jane Howard.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
What did you say the
last woman's name was?
That's Jane Howard.
She was married before.
Her name then was Mrs. Goff.
Mrs. Goff.
Yeah.
Yeah, I knew her
when I was a kid.
That's why you're
here, isn't it?
You were fostered
with this little girl.
Where did you get these?
Jane's house.
I haven't even got
pictures of me at this age.
This is like looking at a
picture of my son, Jordan.
Any idea where she is now?
The girl?
No.
Susan.
She was a sad kid.
She used to cry herself
to sleep every night.
She cried for her mother.
Well, her mother was dead.
I don't know.
She wouldn't let Jane
out of her sight though.
Then she'd flare
up, go hysterical.
How do you mean?
Well, if Jane went
out and left us, even
for a few minutes,
she'd sit and watch
the clock until she came back.
But I mean literally sit and
stare at the clock on the wall.
The day Jane left, she must
have been there for hours.
She wouldn't budge.
Anyway, look.
I don't understand.
All this was 30 years ago.
I haven't seen Jane since.
We're just trying to
piece Jane's life together.
Well, she didn't
deserve to die like that.
No one does.
Who's dead, Daddy?
No one you know, Jordy.
This is my son, Jordan.
Taylor to Creegan.
Yep.
I've just spoken to Matt.
He's Father the Y Me
signature on Clare Logan--
carved on the body
before it was set alight.
And she was given a massive dose
of Rohypnol, same as Debbie.
How are you getting
on with Keith Martin?
He's clean.
There was no marriage
certificate for Susan Eichells,
but when I got a birth
certificate, look.
Her mother's name
was Marianne Winters.
Now one of the two
ex-residents of Harmon house
was a Susan Winters.
They've got the same date of
birth, the same NHS number.
They must be the same person.
Medical records-- did you
get her medical records?
Yeah, but they stop in 1996.
OK, I want a trace
on Susan Winters.
Check to see if Clare Logan
employed anyone in that name.
Go talk to Lynn Southy,
check out her statement.
Maybe Debbie talked to her
about someone called Susan.
Lynn, did Debbie ever
mention a friend called
Susan Eichells or Winters?
No.
Hang on, Susan.
Yeah, I think she did.
A couple of weeks ago, she
said something about meeting
an old friend called Susan--
someone she hadn't
seen for years.
I don't know if it's
the same person.
I never saw her.
Sorry I'm being so useless.
Pregnancy turns
your brain to jelly.
You'd be better off
talking to John.
Where is he?
Still in Germany.
Well, make sure he's
back for the birth.
Oh, he'd be better be or
there'll be hell to pay.
He changed.
No one could do the job you
do and not be affected by it.
But the amazing
thing about Mark was
that he never completely
lost his faith
in people right to the end.
Mark-- he was a
first rate detective.
However, from time
to time he showed
severe lapses of judgment.
He told me he supported
West Ham, for example.
Worse, he chose me as a friend.
When we started working
together, we didn't get on.
It's no secret.
I'm not the easiest
person to work with.
Most give up.
But Mark-- Mark persevered.
This Saturday,
the 21st, Mark and I
had planned to be married.
We were in love.
We were full of hope.
We were so sure about
us, about everything.
Maybe we were wrong.
But I would have liked
the chance to find out.
Our love was a
wonderful mystery.
His death, a terrible one.
Excuse me.
I wanted to thank you.
Well, I did my best.
It's not my strongest point.
You were talking about
the speech, weren't you?
No.
I wasn't.
Hannah, you weren't
wrong about you and Mark.
It would have been good.
I'm sure of it.
There was a Clare Winters
employed at the nursery in 1992
before Clare Logan took over.
Six months later, she'd gone.
I spoke to one of the
teachers who remembered her.
She said Susan used to
cling to the kids rather
than the other way around.
And Clare Logan didn't
think it was healthy.
That's why she sacked her.
I've checked her
employment record.
She doesn't seem to
have worked since.
It's like she dropped
off the map in 1996.
So we're definitely
looking for a woman.
And Lynn Southy must
have got it wrong.
Whoever went to Debbie's
flat was someone she knew.
And if it was Susan
Winters, Debbie knew her.
And if Debbie knew her,
then Andy probably did too.
How was the memorial service?
It was fine.
He must have been
a very popular guy.
He was.
Is that why everyone
resents me so much?
Is that what you think?
Look, we know you
had to take on a lot.
If the learning curve gets
any steeper, I'll slide off.
No.
Couldn't have got
this far without you.
Andy.
Oh, what do you want?
Did Debbie ever mention a
woman called Susan Winters?
- No.
- Susan Eichells?
No.
- What is all this?
- It's a simple question.
Did Debbie have any
friends called Susan
Winters or Susan Eichells?
Not while I knew her.
So Lynn, she was
Debbie's only friend, yeah?
I wouldn't call Lynn a friend.
She only started babysitting
after John moved out.
Lynn's husband moved out?
When?
Six months ago.
And they weren't
married, no matter
what she would have told you.
But he is the
father of her child?
I suppose so, yeah.
Is John's surname Southy?
Yeah.
Is that what she calls herself?
She's a liar.
I told you.
She lies so much, even
she can't remember
what's true and what isn't.
Why didn't you say this before?
Excuse me?
I said nothing else.
Where does John work?
He's a security guard at
Langley's, food warehouse.
OK, so she lies about
John still being around.
That could be pride.
She knew Debbie.
But the others?
She's eight months
pregnant, Susan.
You're saying a pregnant
woman's incapable of murder?
No, I'm just saying, I
think the killer is dying.
Let's Just find John Southy.
Manager hasn't seen him.
Presumed he ought
to have mid shift.
I've got his home address.
This is D.I. Taylor
requesting assistance.
I want two searches.
One is for 24--
Maybe you were right
about the trigger.
But maybe it's not death.
It's birth.
The cycle of death and rebirth
is the only constant force.
That's what Dutronc said.
She's been going back over
her life in preparation.
She's been cleaning up,
getting rid of these people
before the baby is born.
That's why she is
running out of time.
We're at Lynn Southy's address.
We've found the Rohypnol.
Why me?
Why me?
What the bloody
hell are you doing here?
I'm on duty.
I can't talk now.
What are you doing?
You can't just turn up.
I could lose my job.
I know you hate me.
Maybe we just didn't
try hard enough?
I tried, Lynn.
Tried as much as any person
could to make it work.
Whatever it is that's wrong,
we're not going to solve it.
So what am I supposed to do?
Put the child into a home?
You wanted that child, Lynn.
Wanted it more than me.
Anyway, my mother
brought me up on her own.
And I did all right.
Well, aren't you the lucky one?
All I wanted was for you
be the baby's father.
Maybe it's for the best.
Maybe you're not
capable of love.
You couldn't love me.
So why should you be
able to love our child?
You've got a description.
Issue it.
I'm coming over now.
And her car-- it's a red Fiesta.
I want a trace on that too.
Do you have a spare tire?
Why?
Your left side rear is deflated.
You've got a slow
puncture, my dear.
Here, I'll give you a hand.
Here.
OK, well, she's got
a three hour head start.
She could be anywhere.
We've blocked all
ports, airports.
She's not on the run.
She's got nowhere to run to.
What, she's on the offensive?
You sure you're
well enough to drive?
No, don't worry.
I'm not due for weeks yet.
Really!
I'm not in labor.
Wouldn't it be a
surprise if you were?
They way you were
bumming down there?
I just wanted to get home.
These are Lynn
Southy's medical notes.
All of them?
Yep.
She was registered with
about four different doctors.
And each case as a
temporary patient.
That's how she got the double
prescriptions of Rohypnol.
And that was an assessment
of Susan Eichells
after she left Jane house
and went back into care.
Can we now assume
that Susan Eichells,
Susan Winters and Lynn
Southy are the same person?
Calling all cars.
We're looking for a woman in
her 30s, eight months pregnant.
I don't suppose
you've got any WD-40?
This is stiff as hell.
- Who put this wheel on for you?
- My husband.
A big guy, is he?
Massive.
Should've used his car.
He's just bought
a brand new BMW.
Oh, got you, you little bastard.
Listen to this.
Fire is from the devil.
There's a devil in every fire.
He learns you all the tricks.
He whispers to you
to do bad things
and make the fire to kill
people and to burn the baby.
Then God can make
them alive again.
And I went into the
fire, and I died.
And when I came out
again, I was good too.
How old was she
when that was written?
Eight.
A It's a psychological
assessment.
She's been dreaming of
this since she was eight.
Well, according to these notes,
Lynn Southy never told
any of these doctors
that she was pregnant.
And she's not registered at
any of the local hospitals.
Maybe she was
lying about that too.
The last time she
visited a doctor was in April.
She went back to get
the results from a test.
Bloody hell.
This is a letter the
doctor wrote on her behalf.
Well, what?
Lynn's got leukemia.
I haven't seen you here before.
I'm visiting.
Family?
Yeah.
Where do they live?
I might know them.
I'm not sure.
Lost touch?
A long time ago.
This your first?
That's right.
I love children.
Mine are all grown up now.
I still like coming
here to watch them play.
I'd like to have been a teacher.
That's what I do.
I'm a nursery teacher.
Head teacher, in fact.
Lovely.
Do you know if it's
a boy or a girl?
I'd like a little girl,
but I'm sure it's a boy.
Do you want to feel it?
I--
There's no need
to be frightened.
It won't bite.
It is death.
That's the trigger.
She's been obsessed with kids
since she was a teenager.
She finally manages
to get pregnant.
Weeks later, she's
told she's dying.
She's got the child
she always wanted,
but not the chance
to bring it up.
She could've had treatment.
It would've endangered the baby.
So she refuses it.
She can't accept she's dying.
Well those who did her
wrong are still alive.
Why me?
Why should I die and they live?
I'm so glad we met.
Me too.
So you're on your own now then?
That's right.
Finding you after all
these years, it's amazing.
Finding me?
Did you know me?
I wasn't sure at first.
I didn't have a
very clear picture.
I was only seven when you left.
I wasn't sure what I was going
to do if I didn't find you.
I was so desperate for you
to look after the baby.
There isn't anyone else.
What?
You will do this for
me, won't you, Mum?
I'm not your mother.
Of course you're not.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Forget what I said.
I know.
Let me buy you a cup of tea.
Creegan.
Yes?
Yes.
I'm sorry, you did what?
They flagged her down on the A1.
Brilliant.
No, it's not brilliant.
They let her go.
What?
The officer flagged her
down for a dodgy tire.
Then he changed
the tire for her.
Well, what was
she on the A1 for?
Susan Eichell's
birth certificate.
Have you got it?
Where was she born?
Ashport Lincolnshire.
And the A1 goes to--
Lincolnshire.
The doses of Rohypnol are never
large enough to knock them out.
She wants them conscious.
She puts them on trial.
She wants them to hear
her passing judgment.
So for a while, she's
in control of death.
It doesn't control her.
Dave.
What's going on?
You and Hannah?
Grief, I think grief
is what's going on.
I thought I saw
him the other night.
Rivers?
It wasn't him, of course.
It's happened a few times now.
Different times, places.
Thought I was going crazy.
Right, we want the small parks,
common isolated areas.
Start in the north of the city.
That's where the
suspect was born.
That's where she'll probably go.
You were given a description
of the suspect in the car.
Have you found anything?
Yeah, we've had a look around.
Dead easy!
It's dead easy.
It's yes or no.
Well, yeah, there was a
red Fiesta that read reports.
Don't tell me.
You gave it a respring.
You changed the oil.
Sorry, sir?
Where was it seen?
Uh, well, it was
seen on this road here.
When was this?
Hm, lunch time?
Do you play a
musical instrument?
No.
Enjoy a game of bones?
Oh, you'll enjoy
your retirement then!
They left in a white car.
Yes.
That's where we are.
The car's gone.
Well, she hasn't
gone to the address
on the birth certificate.
It's underneath the
DIY Super Store.
I checked.
Where was she actually born?
Home or hospital?
Um, Saint David's.
Is there a Saint David's
Hospital near here?
Closed years ago.
Yes.
Has it been pulled down?
No.
OK, give me directions.
Come on, Mom.
All you had to say is
I can take your child.
You didn't have to say
you weren't my mother.
As if what you did in the first
place wasn't cruel enough.
You've got to listen to me.
Mum!
OK, give me 10 minutes.
You've got five.
...to look after me.
Now you won't look
after my child.
Lynn?
Stay away.
What happened?
Did she fall asleep?
She's not your mother, Lynn.
She's just somebody
you met in the park.
Your mother's dead.
Died two years ago.
You're lying.
Now, you leave her, Lynn.
She means nothing to you.
She's done nothing wrong.
I know what's
happening to you, Lynn.
I know why you came
looking for your mother.
She didn't want to know.
I shouldn't be surprised,
not after what she did to me.
What was that?
I can't tell you.
It's got to be her.
She can't hear you.
Well, then she'll have
to go without hearing.
Why can't you talk to me?
Because you can walk away.
No one listens if
they can walk away.
I won't walk away.
I promise.
Now does that make it better?
Can you talk to me now?
I know you want to
talk to me, Lynn.
I know you want to talk
about what your mother did
and what you heard here.
OK, you don't believe
I want to listen.
I do.
Where's the Rohypnol?
Come on!
Give it to me.
Come on, come on.
Give it to me.
You're in control now.
This is what you want, isn't it?
I can't walk away now.
How long have I got?
Five, 10 minutes.
Come on!
Tell me what happened.
Come on.
I'm listening.
She said she couldn't cope.
She was going to give
me to someone else
while she got better.
She said she wasn't
being a very good mother.
I didn't care if she was
a good mother or not.
I still wanted to be with her.
I was in a home.
Other kids were found families.
Not me.
Not until Jane and Michael came.
They took me.
I loved her.
She said she loved me and
I could call her Mummy.
Then she left.
That's when I first
thought I want a baby.
I want to be some
baby's mummy and I'll
never leave him, never.
Nothing ever happened.
I kept getting pregnant.
I kept losing them.
I had to keep watching
them fall out of me
as if they were saying,
I don't want you.
You're not good enough.
And that's why you
were jealous of Debbie.
I hated her!
She had two kids.
They loved her.
What about John?
John couldn't love me.
Well, maybe no one could--
not the way you
want to be loved.
All the love in the world
couldn't fill you, could it?
You don't know what
I've gone through.
I'm trying.
Lynn, hey!
I am trying!
Did you help start the
fire at Harmon House?
That was Matt.
I'd forgotten all about fire.
I'd stopped thinking about it.
When I saw Matt's face
looking at what he had done,
it all came back.
I remembered how it felt.
I heard him scream, Josh.
Matt didn't hear it, but I did.
I want to help you.
I want to help you and the baby.
Just leave her.
To Come with me.
Look at me, Lynn.
I'm at your mercy now.
Does this make you feel good?
Does this make
you feel powerful?
Aren't you frightened?
Yeah.
I'm frightened too.
Only for me, not for him.
Nothing will happen to him.
I won't let it.
He's going to love me.
She couldn't.
John couldn't.
But he will.
He's not going to
suffer like I suffered.
He's not going to be
hurt like I was hurt.
I won't let it happen.
All children suffer, Lynn.
It's part of life.
You should know.
You abandoned yours.
No one understands
what I'm going through.
No one understands because
you won't let anyone understand.
You enjoy being a victim.
You enjoy everyone
around you being a bully.
You're the only one
that feels pain.
Other people don't feel.
Other people are incapable
of feeling like you.
I have such nightmares.
Still have them.
Devils and skeletons--
they're all trying to kill me.
And I have to think of
ways of killing them first.
There's blood everywhere.
I thought I'd beaten them.
Then when I started getting
sick, I knew I hadn't.
They waited a long time.
But they got me, didn't they?
You have an illness, Lynn.
No on gave you it.
I'm going to die.
And I'm so frightened.
We're all going to die.
We're all frightened.
Lynn?
Stop!
Why should I?
The baby, Lynn.
The baby could be in trouble.
Why should you
care about my baby?
No one cares about it.
No one wants it!
Give me the matches.
No!
No.
OK.
I can't find the bleeding point.
Clips.
Clips.
Clamp.
Clamp.
I took her down for
an emergency cesarean.
It's a girl.
How is she doing?
She's still 90/60.
Blood pressure still dropping.
She's arrested.
1 milligram of
adrenaline, please,
and call the crash team.
Start CPR.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5.
Social services are here.
Do you want me to deal with her?
Could you?
Thanks.