Whitechapel (2009–2013): Season 3, Episode 6 - Episode #3.6 - full transcript

Mantus is the most dangerous
individual I've ever encountered.

His delusions are so imprenetrable,
he's effectively untreatable.

And this girl died of asphyxia?
She had a phone stuck in her throat.

The second was strangled.

Do you lie?
Only to myself.

People can't explain what they saw.
You mean ghosts?

It's Mantus.
He's acutely sensitive to noise.

He'll shoot you.
I'm telling you, sergeant,

get out of my way!

It's not Mantus.
You were that close to being killed.

The roof was clear. Mantus got away.



Yeah.

Blythe Haddart.
19, gang-affiliated,

suspected of firearms offences
but never convicted.

If this lad had the real thing,

why did he have a toy gun
wired to his right hand?

Someone's idea of a joke.

We recovered a handgun
from the roof, a revolver,

a gun Blythe's
been seen with in the past.

We assume
Mantus took the gun from Blythe

and used it
to initiate the firefight.

CO19 responded with lethal force.

Two bullets to the chest,
perfectly placed.

In all likelihood he was dead
before he hit the ground.

Mantus put his family
around the dinner table,



put Sasha in front of the TV,
tied a ribbon round Morgan's neck

and paraded his last victim in
the street. It's all about staging.

Like scenes from horror movies.
Well, it's a tableau.

Dead babysitter,
a murder in a deserted car park,

police stand-off.
No, wait a minute, wait a minute.

When Mantus murdered his family,
he didn't try to hide it.

He didn't even go on the run. He just
sat there and enjoyed the quiet.

Now he's escaped
from a noisy psychiatric unit.

Why come back into the city
just to murder teenagers?

I mean, where's the peace and quiet
in that?

You don't think
Mantus is the killer?

I think it's possible
the killer is someone else.

Thanks for coming in, Tyrone.

I know this is a very difficult time
for you and your family.

Blythe was your younger brother.

Yeah. He was the baby in the family.

Do you know who might want to harm
Blythe in this way?

Mad Mantus. He's back.

He did this.

Why would Mantus
want to target Blythe?

When Blythe was little, he used
to play outside Mantus's house,

shouting and screaming,
to get Mantus to come to the door

looking really mad.
All the kids did it.

Mantus knew him?
Of course.

Blythe sat next to Daisy
in Miss Thompson's class.

When Mantus killed Daisy,
Blythe couldn't sleep at night.

He thought Mantus was going
to climb in through the windows.

Did Blythe know Sasha Lowood?

Yeah. She was in Miss Thompson's
class too.

Morgan Lamb?

Don't know that name.

Are you sure?
Positive.

The killings are not random.

Sasha and Blythe were in the same
year 6 class as Daisy Mantus.

There were 19 children
in Miss Thompson's class.

We can assume that each of those
children was a potential victim.

I want every child in that class
identified and contacted tonight.

Makes sense, but Morgan
doesn't fit your theory.

Mantus targeted her. He tied a
ribbon round her neck for a reason.

There's a link we haven't found.
Sir, this is just in.

The press haven't named
the three victims,

but they have reported
that the second victim survived.

Mantus will know
Morgan's still alive.

I want her back in straight away.
Done.

Ahh...

Uhh!

Ah...

That's twice now. Third time lucky.

He gets to kill me.
There won't be a third time.

I promise.

Two of the... Two of the victims
were classmates.

Steeple Park Primary.

Do you have any connection
with the school? No.

Did you know Daisy Mantus at all?
No.

I've had nothing to do
with Calvin Mantus or his family,

outside of a lecture theatre.

Was it interesting studying Mantus?

It was fascinating, yeah.

He appears to function normally

even though he lived
within this complex delusion.

No one knew what he was thinking.
Some people hide their intentions.

I think you're hiding yours.

What gave you that impression?
You're being targeted for a reason.

Someone you know is capable

of murdering a girl, torturing a boy
to death and trying to kill you,

yet you claim not to have any idea
who.

Well, if I knew I would tell you.
Would you?

Kent. Kent!

What the hell was that?
I'm sorry, I just got carried away.

Can't you tell a suspect
from a witness?

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

It's like everyone's losing
their bloody minds.

To be worth risking a second attack,
Morgan must be important.

But she has no connection to Mantus.
That we know of.

Look, if you attack someone twice,
it's personal, you know them.

If killing Morgan's so important,
why isn't she dead?

She was lucky.
Extraordinarily lucky I'd say,

fighting off two murderous attacks,

even stabbing the killer in the leg
- Though no knife was found.

Mantus is linked
to two of our victims.

The murders are acts of silencing,
a motive associated with Mantus.

He's the only suspect we have. Does
anyone have another suspect in mind?

A name? A motive?
A, a link to the victims? No?

Right, well,
let's work with what we have.

Finish contacting the kids
from Miss Thompson's class.

It's ten years on. Where are they?

Hello, is that Chantal Essian?

This is Detective Sergeant
Ray Miles.

You went to Steeple Park Primary,
didn't you? Miss Thompson's class?

Am I in danger?
Well, you should stay where you are.

We'll get a squad car to you,
take you somewhere safe.

Mad Mantus wants to kill me.

Oh, come on, seriously?

He killed Sasha and Blythe already.

Oh my God, I'm a dead man walking.

I heard you were back.

Would you like some company?
Yes, sure. Come in.

I've been given more cake
than I can eat.

Oh, thanks.

So, uh, are you under orders
to stay here?

For my own protection, yeah.
Mm.

Don't worry,
I'm sure it'll be over soon.

These events
tend to burn out quickly.

Oh, this is what you do, isn't it?
This is your area of expertise.

Well, I tell them what I know,

but ultimately it's out of my hands.

How do you feel about that?

People will die tonight,
and I can do nothing to save them.

Ed, you can't tame the universe
and you shouldn't try.

You're not God. Yeah?

You and I, and everyone else in this
world, we're just here for the ride.

Look, this is important.

You can't save everyone.

Someone always has to die.
That's the way it is.

Thank you.

I need research.

What do you require?

I want files
on spree-killing couples.

I ah... I wasn't aware
we were hunting a couple.

No, we're not. But we should be.

Here. Nebraska, 1957.

You're welcome.

Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann
Fugate. They killed eleven in all.

Including parents
and two-year old sister.

Yes, she was 14 at the time.

She said that she was held hostage
by Starkweather.

He said
she was a willing participant.

And to this day she's never spoken
of the murders,

so nobody knows
how involved she actually was.

Mind.
By all means go out on a limb,

but it is a lonely place.
I know what I'm doing.

Do we'll who he is?
Ronald Clemence-Solebay.

He was in Daisy Mantus's class
I tried calling him.

I know. You're on the voicemail.

Sir, we have an incised wound
extending around the neck

on the lower left side of the jaw,

extending round
the front of the neck

and terminating below
the lower right side of the jaw.

He was bled dry like an animal.
In essence, yeah.

And his blood was painted
on the wall.

All eight pints.

There's been another murder.

Ronald Clemence-Solebay.

I don't know him.
Are you sure?

I'm positive.

But I recognise this tag. Is it his?

Yes. He was
a prolific street artist.

What happened to him?

He was exsanguinated.

Mantus used his blood
to paint over his graffiti.

Covering his art with his own blood
is a way of destroying who he is.

Yes. Silencing the artist.

Mantus tried to silence you
with red legal tape.

Are you involved
in any legal disputes? No.

Protests? Causes?
No, no, nothing like that.

Maybe because it is not Mantus.

Wow. That's quite an atmosphere
between you two.

Don't worry about it,
it's the way we work.

Oh. Do you like working like this?
Love it.

Are you happy with the situation?

No, I'm not.
Do you want to talk about it?

It's very kind of you to offer,
but I don't... I'll talk.

No problem. Once he apologises...
Why should I?

Yap till the cows come home.
For trying to save a life?

You didn't listen!

You went off half cocked,

you put yourself and others at risk

and you could have got killed!
Why worry?

You're not my mother! Telling me
what to do, sticking your oar in!

You know your problem?
You got no wife and kids,

so you think it doesn't matter
what happens to you.

You don't care!

But you do.
I have to. He's got no one else!

You do realise, don't you,

if you'd got shot, the only person
crying at your funeral is me.

I'm, I'm sorry you had to hear that.

It's natural if we're threatened
to assert authority,

impose rules.
He can't help it. Doesn't even try.

I was talking about you.

How many times
have you changed your shirt today?

Three times.

It would have been more
but I ran out.

Give me your hand.

Trust me.

It's a thought stopper.

When you feel the need
to control things, you snap it hard.

And you won't need to change
your shirt, or lay down the rules,

or whatever it is
you do at the moment.

Hm.

No one's ever...

Turn the music down. I can't think.

You know me? Eh?
Yeah, I'm, I'm Calvin Mantus.

Of course I remember you, Calvin.

You used to come in here
all the time.

Your duct tape isn't strong enough.

I'm sorry about that.

Well, make do and mend.

I haven't got any money.
It's OK. It's not a problem.

You're an old customer.
You're welcome.

Yeah, thank you.
Always very nice to me.

I think the history
behind Riley's bogeyman

might allay your fears
about the Mantus house.

Her villain's name is Bloody Bones,
and he lived in 50 Berkeley Square.

In 1840, Sir Robert Warboys heard
the tale of a parlourmaid

who'd seen the spectral presence
and had been driven insane.

He wanted to disprove the haunting.

So armed with a shotgun, he went and
spent the night in the attic room.

Did he see anything?

The house was woken at midnight,
when a shot rang out.

They found Warboys dead,
from fright.

He didn't believe it,
but it still killed him.

Finally, in 1887, two sailors named
Edward Blunden and Robert Martin

sought shelter for the night

by breaking
into the now abandoned house.

What did they see?
A little girl in a kilt,

a formless, black mass,

an evil presence generating electric
shocks. Depends who you ask.

Oh? You'd expect everybody to see
the same thing.

If it were real, then yes,

but it's not, so you get
lots of different stories.

Yeah. Thanks.

Then why have the stories
in the first place?

Why that house?

What a very good question.

Sorry I um, stormed out like that.

Well, I hope
I didn't make things worse.

Well, I feel much better. Maybe
I should shout at him more often.

You know, there's a loyalty
between you

most couples would love to have.

But the fact is, you're not married,

and DI Chandler is free
to make his own choices.

What, you're saying I shouldn't
care what happens to him?

I think you should care less.

If you leave him be,
he won't push you away.

Hope you're not charging me
for this.

No, it's friendly advice.

Leave a trail of breadcrumbs for me
next time, will you?

I know you thought I was wrong
to try and save Blythe.

And you're right.

Walking out in front of a gunman
doesn't bother me.

It doesn't... It doesn't frighten me
the way it should.

I was a bit harsh.

Riley would cry at your funeral,
and Kent, actually.

Kent more than anyone.

It is... possible...

that there's a person in this world
that's right for me.

But, but the thought of asking her
to go on a...

you know, to...

well, it terrifies me.

I know it seems girls can do more
harm than bullets, but it's not true.

Yeah, well, it's...
it's the way I am.

It's the... the way
I've always been. But...

it's not the way I want to be.

Well, whatever happens,
you know I'll stand by you.

I appreciate that. Thanks.

Well, enough of this girl talk.
We got work to do.

Berkeley Square!
Oh, come in. Sit down.

What's Berkeley Square
got to do with us?

Who would dare to spend the night
in 50 Berkeley Square

when it was guaranteed
to send you to your death or insane?

Ed. You have to get to the point.

Harry Price was Britain's
foremost ghost hunter.

He discovered that the house was
originally used by counterfeiters.

The story of Bloody Bones was used
to explain the noise of the press.

That's all great,
but what's it got to do with us?

The bogeyman is always used
to make people behave.

If you can't get someone to do
as they're told,

just invoke the name of Bloody
Bones. Fear always works.

If you won't go to sleep
he'll pluck out your eyes.

If you won't eat your dinner
he'll devour you.

And if you trespass,
he scares the life out of you.

They're being punished.

All the victims did something wrong,
and they're being punished.

Sasha made crank calls and her phone
was jammed into her throat.

Blythe scared people with a gun
so he was forced into a gunfight.

Ronald graffiti'd walls

so he was bled for paint.
It all fits.

Spree killers typically have
histories of lodging complaints.

Their frustration grows if they feel
they're not taken seriously.

This is the source
of their alienation.

So who's been complaining
about these kids?

Sasha Lowood, nuisance calls.

Complaint made by Dave Watney,
caretaker at Carpenter estate.

Blythe Huddart?

Nothing.
Check the housing association.

Anonymous complaint
of Blythe carrying a weapon,

contravening
his family's tenancy agreement.

Look up Ronald.

It's the housing association again.

Complaints from Dave Watney
about having to clean off graffiti.

He also spoke to the local PCSO.

So Mantus isn't your man.
It's this Dave Watney.

Damn it, I know that name.

Doesn't matter. Dave Watney's dead.

Dave Watney was carrying an elderly
resident's shopping to the top floor

because the lifts had been
vandalised. Again.

He died on the fourth floor
from a massive heart attack.

His family
blamed the housing association

for not taking a firmer stance
with troublesome residents.

And the inquest was held...
yesterday.

Inquest?
Morgan was at Dave Watney's inquest!

I want to talk to Morgan again.

I know you've been trying to call...
Yeah, I'm at the police station...

Oh, I don't know, three so far.

Mm, they seem to think so.

Sorry, do you want something?

Who are you talking to?

It's a personal call.

Put the phone down.
Boss wants to speak to you. Now.

Um... sorry, I've got to go.

Dave Watney was an alcoholic.
He fought the disease for years,

but it kept dragging him
and his loved ones down.

Did you agree with the family that
local teenagers were out of control

and that led to his heart attack?

No, no. He loved his job,

and he never mentioned
the kids on the estate to me.

I think the family were looking
for a reason, someone to blame.

But Dave had heart disease
and that's what killed him.

Who else was at the inquest?

His wife Cindy and his son Luke.

How old is Luke Watney?
Seventeen.

What's he like?

Luke had a difficult upbringing,
but he's never let it hold him back.

He's a tough kid with a good heart.

I hope you find him.
We will, don't worry.

It'll be over soon.
Thank you.

Can I talk to you, sir?
If you're quick.

I'm concerned about Morgan Lamb.

I know, but not dying
isn't exactly proof of complicity.

It seems to me that if I were
a spree killer on a rampage,

I'd need to stay one step ahead
of the police.

The best way to do that
is to have someone inside.

So Morgan gets attacked,
but then you take her home...

only that's no good to her,
so she gets 'attacked' again,

and this time she stays here.

She's safe here,
so no one watches her.

She's free to move around,
listen to what's going on,

and report back.
Report to whom?

Look, we've just accepted
her version of events,

but what if she's involved
with Luke Watney?

What if she agreed that the kids on
the estate tortured his dad to death?

She might have been on his side
all along.

You think Morgan is helping
Luke Watney to exact revenge?

I do. I have a precedent.

After Starkweather
killed her parents and sister,

Caril Ann Fugate repeatedly
lied to neighbours and police

to cover up all the murders.

She would do anything for him.
I think you're wrong.

You're making a mistake.
Oh!

You can't see it
because you don't want to...

because you're clearly attracted
to her!

What did you say?
What have you got against Morgan?

You've obviously got a problem
with her. What is it?

Just... Just a feeling.

I'm going to assume that your
'feelings'

are down to the fact that you've
been on duty for over 36 hours.

Fatigue is clouding your judgement.

Yes, sir...

Elsa, my armed ride is here.
Do you want a lift home?

This is legal ribbon,
used by lawyers,

otherwise known as red tape.

This is the connection between Morgan
and the other deaths,

because whatever she says
about him being a lovely boy,

I think Luke Watney
tried to strangle her

because she wouldn't speak out
about his father's death.

The spree started
on the day of the inquest.

That was the trigger,
the sense of injustice.

Mantus had his first spree ten years
ago. We've just had an intermission.

If it was Mantus, the next victim'll
be from Thompson's class, like...

Chantal Essian.
She's taken care of.

Good. And if it's Luke Watney,

the next victim will be someone Dave
Watney complained about. Riley?

Well, there's one left,

the lift vandal who left Watney
to climb the stairs to his death.

He complained about her
on five separate occasions.

Her name is Elsa Durham.

Be safe yeah, Chantal?

You too, Elsa.
I'll be fine.

We've had a positive sighting
of Calvin Mantus returning home.

He remains under surveillance
until it's safe to detain him.

Contact Dr Mortlake now.

Do we have to go back to the house?

Is there a problem?
No. No problem.

Come on, Miles.
Let's pay Luke Watney a visit.

That's my work.

Yeah, you did good, Ed.

I did, didn't I?

I made a difference.

Yeah, all because of a ghost story.

We all have to live with ghosts.

We have to make room for them.

Calvin, you have to come with us.

After the movie.

What's he watching?

London After Midnight.

If he watches this,
won't that set him off?

Ssh.

So this is where Luke Watney
had his difficult upbringing.

And his father died
climbing the stairs

because Elsa Durham
vandalised the lifts.

What floor do the Watneys live on?

The ground floor.
Good thing.

What's that noise?

Jesus! Right, I've got it.
You go, go!

Ambulance, quick!

There's nowhere to go, Luke.

I just want to talk.

Can we talk?

I know about your father.

He was a good man and I know
you're not a monster, Luke.

You're just someone
who's been through hell.

You'll never make it.
It's too far.

I can help... Wait! Don't!

Aa-aa-aahh!

Where the hell is he?

Are you sure this is where he fell?

Well, he's fallen four storeys.
It's not possible!

Anything's possible
if you're a bogeyman.

Bogeymen don't bleed, do they?

I liked it.

Really?
Yeah. It's a classic.

I want you to be its guardian.
Yeah?

This is the last copy
of London After Midnight.

Take care of it.

I will. I promise.

All right, doc. Let's go home.

Please help me!
Help my son! Luke's hurt!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't kill Morgan.

Ah, Morgan. I've er, I've arranged
a car to take you home.

Can't you take me?
I'm afraid not.

I've still got a lot to do here.

No, of course, I understand.
Um... thank you.

But um, when...

when this is all over...

Ah... I'd um...

I'd like to see you again.

You don't ask many people out,
do you?

No. You can, you can see why.

What happened to you?
Nothing.

Well, whatever it is,
you look much happier. I am.

It's going to take
some getting used to.

Well, Mantus
is on his way back to Bedlam

and I'm on my way
to my divorce party.

Who's going to join me?
You go ahead.

We've got to talk to Cindy Watney.

Are we going to arrest her?
It's just a chat for now.

There's no evidence
to suggest she was involved.

Well, by my watch this shift ended
40 hours ago,

so you can all have a drink.
No, I'm going home to see the kids.

After 40 hours I'll have my own
crime scene to deal with.

Not until you've spoken to Morgan.
I think she deserves an apology.

Yes, sir.

Morgan? Sorry.

Um, I have to go...

Yeah, no, I'll give you a ring
later, Mum.

Now stop worrying. Bye.

Um, I wanted to apologise to you.

Why?

I, uh, I shouldn't have been so
harsh on you in your interview.

I shouldn't have spied on you.

I guess being the bad cop
isn't really me.

Mm.

Perhaps it's more you
than you think.

Could I get a cup of tea, please?
Yeah, of course.

Cindy?

Morgan.

I'm so sorry about Luke.

Me too.
That's why I'm glad I found you.

Whey! There you go.
Thank you. Not before breakfast.

All the more for me then.
What have you got? 2, 3, 6?

Um, sorry... I've had a thought
about the archive.

I think perhaps the time has come to
engage the services of an assistant,

to share the weight.
My very own sergeant.

A Miles of the Archive!
I'm one of a kind, thanks very much.

Something's wrong.

Sir, what do you want me to do?
Wait. Excuse me.

I've got to get...
Let me get through!