Whitechapel (2009–2013): Season 4, Episode 1 - Episode #4.1 - full transcript
Chandler and Miles attend the launch of Buchan's book on murders in Whitechapel where they are baffled by cryptic remarks made by an eccentric old lady Louise Iver. At the same time elderly vagrant Alexander Zukanov is lured to a house with strange markings on the wall where he is pressed to death, giving the name Dorothy Cade to his killer before he dies. Miles and Chandler visit Zukanov's doss-house and learn that the other occupants were frightened of him and regarded him as a warlock. Buchan confirms that he was a member of the Bulgarian secret service and Stella Knight from MI6 names him as having been an interrogator of former British spy Crispin Wingfield. Wingfield is questioned but released though he tells the police that the manner of Zukanov's death was a punishment for witches in the sixteenth century. Meanwhile Dorothy Cade, living with her sister Cecilia, is also murdered, burnt at the stake like a medieval witch.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen, our author
will give a short introductory
speech in 10 minutes.
Thank you.
Oh, sorry.
(BELL RINGS)
Oi!
I'll have a white wine, please,
waiter. Haha...
I thought it was black-tie.
Don't worry. You look great.
And all the ladies have noticed.
Ah, you might try your luck over
there.
What? Why?
What have you heard?
She's an artist.Very funny.Smart.
Who is she?
Erica. Kent's sister. Twin.
I'm not interested.
In anyone.
(GROANS)
Excuse me.
She's had two white wines,
a red wine,
and a glass of champagne, and now
she wants a refill.
She will probably fall asleep on the
bus home
and get her bag snatched.
Mum says you're always working.
You need to relax.
You're getting lines.
And a touch of grey, too.Get off.
(BELL RINGS)
A gatecrasher?
No, that's Mansell, my partner.
He looks like he is here to party.
Introduce me. No.
Don't even think about it.
Don't look at him.
(POLICE SIRENS)
(SIRENS CONTINUE)
This is the safe house.
So, why Whitechapel?
Why was this the birthplace
of the serial killer?
Why the bloody history of murders
and unnatural deaths?
How can so much horror
be visited on such a small area?
Hello?!
Hello?!
Are you here?!
(THUD)
Hello?
Hello?
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
There are some who believe
that the gates to Hell
can be found in the shadow of
Christchurch.
That this is the reason why
Whitechapel is plagued with terrors.
I came alone.
Like you asked.
(WHISPERS - INDISTINCT)
What?
I can't hear you.
(SCREAMS)
So, beware...
For when the gates open,
who knows what will crawl out
and who will become the next chapter
in my...
History of Murder in Whitechapel.
(APPLAUSE)
(GROANS)
Help me!
Help!
(GROANS)
(MOANS)
No!
(WHEEL CREAKS)
"To my friend Diggory."
How kind. Thank you very much.
You're very welcome.
Gates of Hell.Really?
I don't believe a word of that guff
and it's not what my book is about.
She made me do it.
Who did? SHE did.
From the marketing department.
If there is a devil, she wears high
heels and is called Daisy.
It's your night. Try and enjoy it.
Oh! Sorry.
Are you in the book? No, I’m not.
Oh, I understand.
Did he leave you out to spare your
feelings? I beg your pardon?
Never bringing in a killer alive
is a terrible legacy.
I'm not in the book because I'm a
serving police officer.
Oh, well, your memoirs will be a
depressing read,
won't they?
Ah, allow me.
Good evening. Who is it to?
Louise. Iver.
(GASPS)
(CRIES OUT)
(DISTORTED VOICE)
Why don't you give me a name?
No.
Oi!
Back off, Constable.
We are not on duty now.
We all lose our bite
as we get older.
I haven't. There's no shame in it.
It happens.
Doesn't matter who you are or what
you've done.
Once you're old,
they don't respect you any more.
(GROANS)
Are you ready to talk now?
(STRUGGLES TO BREATH)
Dorothy.
Cade.
Her name...
is Dorothy Cade.
(SCREAMS)
Are you OK?
God, your mum is something else.
Oh, that's not my mother.
Well, who is she, then?
I have no idea.
What have we got?
Dead male.
IC1.
No ID. Found by a couple of junkies.
Anything else?
It's a doss house. Local toilet.
Smells like London Zoo, I'm afraid.
That's all right.
Take a deep breath and then hold it.
Have you seen these?
What do you think they are?
Symbols, glyphs, a code
of some sort, I don't know.
Make sure we get a clear picture
of them.
Lads!
Get these symbols for us, will you?
And look out for any others.
So...
The victim fell
through the ceiling...
and broke his ankles.
His bones were smashed
so he couldn't escape.
It was a trap. Yeah.
The killer then went on
to inflict as much suffering and
pain as possible.
How long would it have taken him
to die?
As long as the killer wanted it to.
Dead rat.Well, it's part
of the decor.
We are surrounded by rats all the
time,
but you never see any dead ones,
do you?
Because they hide away to die.
What's this one doing here?
It's not a sewer rat.
It's a dumbo rat.
You can tell by their ears.
Liam has one.
They make great pets. Very clever.
Maybe it was the victim's pet?
The neck's been broken.
This rat was killed deliberately.
And there's something inside it.
Right...
The victim has been positively
identified by his fingerprints
as Alexander Zukanov. He's aged 62,
Bulgarian National
of no fixed abode.
Was arrested under the vagrancy act
and cautioned in 2009.
He had a pet rat,
also found dead at the scene.
(PHONE RINGS)
DC Mansell.Hello.Mansell.
Hello? Incident room.
This murder was very personal.
Someone with a grudge.
A score to settle.
The answer lies in Alex's past.
I want a complete history.
His whole life.
Everything about him, and all his
friends. Fill the boards.
He died from crush asphyxia.
The weight of the bricks
compressed his chest walls
until he couldn't breathe.
Well, maybe if those junkies had
found him sooner...
It wouldn't have made any
difference.
When you have severe crush injuries,
toxic inflammatory substances are
released into the tissues.
So, even if you found him alive,
the act of removing the weight
would have released those toxins
into the bloodstream.
What can you tell us about
all the scars?
He has extensive keloid and
hypertrophic scarring.
He has knife wounds
here, here, here...
Bullet wounds here, and here.
How many times has this man died?
Good question.
He probably would
have died years ago,
but he had access to excellent
medical care.
Doesn't look like he could have
afforded private.
Look at his hands. He has
calcification of the knuckles.
That can be caused by punching sand.
Martial arts, bullet wounds,
first-class medical care...
Gangster? Enforcer?
So, was he living rough,
or was he on the run?
Your victim may have been a man
of violence,
but he had another side.
He had a pocket in his coat...
where this poor little fellow lived.
I don't know.
Dead bodies coming in and out all
day and a rat chokes her up.
It's my bloody hormones.
I get weepy and sentimental
over the strangest things.
The rat was tortured.
Just like Alex Zukanov.
The killer force-fed it. Stones.
Pushed down its throat,
so it too was in agony.
Ed, seriously, you need to calm down.
What?!
Where's the emergency?
Ed, it's mildew...
These files, these histories
are my children.
They are my family. And that black
death wants to take them from me.
Well, then, open a window.
I don't have a window!
We can't lose our history.
Without our past, we have no future.
Well, white vinegar should clean
it off,
and if that doesn't work, you can
always try Borax. OK?
Thank you.
Thank you. I'll try that.
Ooh, Ed... You'll have to find out
where the damp's coming from as well.
Oh, I will.
I will.
This is Alexander Zukanov's
last known address.
If you can call it that.
(INDISTINCT NOISE IN DISTANCE)
Excuse me.
Station, that way.
The city, that way.
Hospital, that way.
Savile Row, that way.
We are not lost.
Oh. Bankers.
I'm afraid all of our splendidly
appointed dwellings are taken.
Do you know Alexander Zukanov? Er...
Yes, we all know him. We don't like
him. We're not friends with him.
He's dead.
He was murdered.
Really?
He was invincible.
That's what made him so frightening.
And this is his shelter, is it?
Yeah. Don't ask me what he keeps in
there.
People were too scared to go in.
He said he'd killed people.
I-I believed him.
But some of the others thought he
was bad luck.
Especially Lee. Lee Bysack. Um...
Alex had a pet rat and Lee didn't
like the way he spoke to it.
He thought it was creepy.
He thought that Alex had sent the
rat around in the night to bite him.
He said he was going to kill him.
When did he say that?
Last night.
Boss...
He must be surrounded by rats
and still he keeps one as a pet.
Its cage is cleaner than his shelter.
It's quite organised in here,
isn't it? Look at this.
I used to have a case just like that
at school.
I haven't got my reading glasses.
Doesn't matter.
It's in Bulgarian.
(EXPLOSION)
(COUGHS)
Get Kent and Mansell to track down
Lee Bysack.
I think you might have singed
your eyebrows.
(EXHALES)
(TAP DRIPS)
(DRIPPING INCREASES)
Dark forces, gentlemen.
Thermite charge, battery,
and arming switch.
This is proper international
espionage.
You were lucky it didn't blow your
hands off.
So the tramp was a spy?
These were used by
the Darzhavna Sigurnost,
the CSS, or Bulgarian Secret
Police.
Assisted by the KGB.
Or he found it dumped in a skip.
Think about the scars,
the history of violence they suggest.
And his hands. He was a fighter,
trained to kill.
My guess is that Zukanov worked for
Service Seven, a specialised unit
for the kidnap and murder of
dissidents abroad.
Markov?
On September 7, 1978, Georgi Markov
was walking across Waterloo Bridge
when he felt a sharp stabbing pain
in his leg.
Poisoned umbrella. Yes.
The umbrella contained a lethal
pellet of ricin.
Markov died while his murderer was
never apprehended.
Your victim may have been involved.
OK, so, he's the Bulgarian
James Bond.
But what's he doing in Whitechapel?
The Cold War is over.
Some wars never end.
They just go underground.
Hey... Hey!
What?
So uh... Has Erica asked about me
at all?
No.
She has, hasn't she?
I bloody knew it.
You can't lie to me!
Erica doesn't deserve
to be messed around.
I'd change my ways for a woman
like that.
Lee Bysack?
We've been looking for you all
morning.
(GRUNTS)
(SLURS) I'm busy.
Tell your secretary to hold your
calls. You're coming with us.
Oh, sir...
There's a woman waiting
in your office.
Who is she? She won't say.
DI Chandler. And you are?
Stella Knight.
MI6.
(MI6...)DS Miles.
I believe an agent has gone rogue.
One of yours killed Alex Zukanov?
Perhaps.
Crispin Wingfield.
He was the best we had,
until he was betrayed.
He was captured in Bulgaria in 1978.
Was he investigating the Markov
assassination?
He was released in 1989,
but the years of captivity and
torture had taken their toll.
His mind was shattered, and he was
deemed unfit for service.
Where does Alex Zukanov fit
into all this?
He was Wingfield's interrogator.
If Wingfield has taken revenge, is
this the beginning or the end?
Let's just say that you should
consider his arrest a priority.
Why do I feel like we're being used?
I was approached by MI6 when I was at
university. I turned them down.
I'd have thought it'd be your sort
of thing. Sharps suits, gadgets.
My father was chief inspector.
This is all I've ever wanted to be.
My father was a joker who got no
respect from anyone.
I tried hard to be nothing like him.
Miles?
Spies use secret codes.
Perhaps Wingfield left a message
for MI6.
I'll get Riley on it.
Don't fuss, Dorothy.
You're always fussing.
Tea? Thank you, dear.
I think we still have a little
seed cake.
Two slices.
Unless you fed them
to your pigeons...
(TURNS GAS ON)
(GAS HISSES)
(WINDOW RATTLES)
(GAS CONTINUES TO HISS)
Dorothy, the flames, you're burning.
You're burning, Dorothy!
(TURNS GAS OFF)
Lee... You do realise that you've
got your coat on inside out?
Ah...
That's what gave me the edge.
I couldn't find my way back.
None of the roads made sense.
I kept ending up where I'd started,
and then I realised,
I was being pixie led.
I turned my coat...
insided out...
and then I was protected
from the bewitching.
What drugs do you use?
I'm not... I don't use drugs.
I rely on talismans.
Oh, no, that is rank.
Who bewitched you, Lee?
Alex.
He was evil.
He sent his rat army to kill me.
But last night, my coat made me
invisible.
And that's how I was able to kill
him first.
CHANDLER: From what Knight says,
Wingfield is going to be paranoid.
Possibly suicidal. We don't want him
biting down on a cyanide tablet
or taking a dive out of the window.
You're still worried about bringing
one in alive, aren't you?
DI Chandler and DS Miles!
Do come in.
I've been expecting you.
I've packed a bag. I'm ready to go.
Do you know why we're here,
Mr Wingfield?
Stella Knight thinks I've gone
rogue.
And now I'm being framed for murder.
You seem pretty relaxed about it.
I've made my peace.
I know that when they've finished
toying with me, I will be killed.
I guarantee your safety in my
custody. No harm will come to you.
You can't give me that guarantee.
Shall we?
(BANG AT WINDOW)
Oh!
Oh, dear.
Poor little thing.
(BIRD'S NECK SNAPS)
(KNOCKS GLASS) Come in.
Sir...
Lee Bysack's confession.
It's not very detailed, is it?
He remembers attacking Zukanov on
Whip Street.
Yeah, but he doesn't remember tying
him up
and slowly crushing him to death.
And killing his rat.
Well, his alcohol intake means that
his memory is impaired, but...
This is what they do.
They kill each other over crumbs.
Who?
Tramps.
The vulnerable deserve our
compassion, not our judgment.
It's not enough.
Are you looking for someone?
I know she's here.
Somewhere.
MI6 want us to think that Wingfield
is the killer,
but Lee Bysack claims to have got
there first.Someone is lying.
Good morning.
What do you want?
To remind you of the
Official Secrets Act.
I never signed it.
You don't have to.
It's a law, not a contract.
You are all subject to it.
I have a right to question
my suspect.
Correct. You can ask him anything
you like
about the murder
of Alexander Zukanov.
As long as that's all you ask,
I will not interfere.
Well, this is the most luxurious
interrogation I have ever had.
Hot shower. Hot coffee.
I even had a choice
of microwaved curries.
This isn't an interrogation, it is
an interview.Which is lovely.
You can't electrocute me.
You can't beat the soles of my feet.
You can't leave me soaking wet
in a freezing cell.
So, how are you going to make me
talk?
I could try saying please.
What would you like to know?
How did you know Alex Zukanov?
He gave me my manicure.
Right, this is where Lee Bysack
reckons he first attacked Zukanov.
There is CCTV on this building.
Hopefully it recorded the fight.
Yeah...
I'm sorry! If you've got
to be somewhere else,
don't let something as stupid as a
murder enquiry get in the way.
I'm done. CCTV...
Come on. Chop chop.
Kent! Come on!
What can you tell us about these?
Ah, fascinating.
It's definitely a code.
We know that. Can you read it?
No, I haven't a clue.
Numbers are hard to crack.
Letters, tricky, but can be done.
But with symbols, you need a key.
A Rosetta Stone.
Are you starting to crack,
Detective?
Is fatigue eroding your will?
Are you willing to say anything
to make this stop?
I can do this for hours.
Did you murder Alex Zukanov?
Do you know what this is?
Revenge?
It's called a Peine Fort et Dure.
It's a form of torture used in
common law in the 16th century.
It was also used to force people
to confess to witchcraft.
A good way of making
an old enemy suffer.
Ah, yes...
But who is the real enemy?
How about the one who called off my
rescue?
The one who hoped I'd never return?
The one who is scared
of what I know!
Time's up!
You'll have to carry on tomorrow.
(WATER RUNS)
This is what we do to stop them
hearing us.
Pardon?
Wingfield isn't the killer.
I was thinking the same thing.
But for some reason, Stella Knight
wants us to think he is.
I don't like MI6 using us to do
their dirty work.
Let's play along...
Find out what they're up to.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(TAP DRIPS)
Eureka!
Please stop saying that. No, really.
I have identified one of the marks.
Uratian hieroglyphics.
These marks date back to 810 BC
and were made by the Kurgan
people of Ural mountains.
That's one symbol.
What about the others?
We have to dig deeper.
Miles?
Boss, look.
What the...?
She's turned us over.
My office.
(FOOTSTEPS)
That's her.
Oi!
(FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
Drop it! Ah, I'm so sorry.
Did you see anything back there?
There is no one down there.
It's just me and Ed.
And who are you chasing?!
Oh!
A spook.
(RADIO PLAYS)
Aren't you going to invite your
guest to join us?
What ARE you talking about now,
Cecilia?
You're getting dotty.
I know he's in the house.
I can smell him.
(TURNS RADIO OFF)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK UPSTAIRS)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK UPSTAIRS)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
(LOCKS DOOR)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Aren't you a little too senior
to be creeping around my offices?
I have no idea what you're
talking about.
I accept you are entitled
to watch the interviews,
I agreed to share relevant facts,
but I draw the line
at you interfering with my
investigation.When?
Today. The incident room was
completely ransacked.
As was my office. Well, Detective...
Let me assure you that if my agency
had been involved...
you would not have seen a mote
of dust out of place.
Good night, dear.
I can still smell him!
I will air the house tomorrow.
(SIGHS)
(ELECTRICAL PULSE)
Oh!
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
Is...? Is somebody there?
The Communist regime in Bulgaria
was overthrown in 1989.
Bulgaria is now a democracy,
a member of NATO,
and the European Union.
An ally.
And the murder of one of their
former operatives by one of ours
threatens that relationship.
Reopens old wounds.
Wingfield can't be allowed to exact
retribution after all these years.
He has to be stopped.
And due process must be observed to
prevent a diplomatic shit-storm.
How many people are on his kill list?
If he's taking on the KGB...
Hundreds.
(STRUGGLES TO SPEAK)
Her name is Cherry Thrapston.
She might be who you are looking
for.
(STRUGGLES TO CRY OUT)
It's not even a tune.
It's just random noise.
Well, I'm happy. Is that OK?
Why are you happy?
I'm not telling.
Oi, do I have to write you up?
What did you do that for?
Hey, Sarge...
Looks like Wingfield has been staying
in a hotel.
And not just any hotel.
"The Royal Duchess." Yep.
He has had this room
for a couple of weeks.
Comes in, stays all day, all night.
Always alone. Very quiet.
He's no trouble at all.
Was Mr Wingfield here the night
before last?
Um... Yes.
We don't have room service, so he
asked my son to get him a takeaway.
A good tipper.
Good alibi.
Stays all day and all night.
He's on surveillance.
Why has he been watching us?
Everything Bysack said checks out.
He did attack Zukanov the night
he died. Really?
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Hello? Mansell.
Who is this?
Angry ex.
Which one? God knows.
Zukanov defends himself easily and
then walks away.
Bysack can barely stand...
let alone follow him.
We've still got Wingfield, sir.
We're letting him go.
So, Bysack's our only suspect.
Go door-to-door on the street where
Zukanov was killed.
See if anyone remembers Bysack being
there that night.Yes, sir.
Well, I didn't think I'd walk away.
You had an alibi.
Why were you spying on us?
You've been infiltrated by an agent.
(SCOFFS) I don't think we're
that interesting.
Any soul is of interest.
And you have been chosen.
By whom?
I first heard of this agent
when I was in captivity.
It is a provocateur
whose purpose is to incite others
to commit evil acts.
Markov.
Calvi. The Krays. The Ripper.
An immortal entity
was behind them all.
Planting the seeds,
watching the horror grow.
The provocateur had Zukanov killed.
It was a setup to silence me.
Now that has failed, another way
will be found.
You're mad.
I wish I were. I wish I was wrong.
Good luck. God bless.
(FOOTSTEPS FROM BEHIND)
The council had complaints about
smoke from a bonfire,
but they didn't do anything.
Then when the garden shed went up,
they called the Fire Brigade,
and then us.
Who's the victim?
Miss Dorothy Cade. 82.
Lived with her sister Cecilia.
Makes you sick.
Fire is an effective destroyer
of everything.
This is all that's left
of Dorothy Cade.
(RETCHES)
(SCRATCHES)
Ouch!
You OK? Yes, it's just a scratch.
Ow!
Was it a quick death at least?
If it was a big fire, she would have
been overcome by the carbon monoxide
and lost consciousness.
She would have died before the
flames reached her.
You don't think that was the case?
He wanted her to burn slowly.
He set a small fire and tended it
with skill.
It was incredibly cruel.
Just like the first victim.
The killer wants them to suffer
extreme pain and agony.
To do this to another human being,
you must really hate them.
Or really fear them.
The first victim was crushed under a
pile of stones,
a 16th century torture.
Now an old lady is burned
at the stake.
Someone's killing witches in
Whitechapel.
I don't know any witches.
We will wait for the imps.
She's onto me.
I don't have much time.
Hysteria is contagious.
You should be careful.
Pack it in! That is in order!
I ain't scared of you.Witches
exist. They're people who think
that their rituals and superstitions
have real power,
and so does the killer.
(EXPLOSION)
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Ladies and gentlemen, our author
will give a short introductory
speech in 10 minutes.
Thank you.
Oh, sorry.
(BELL RINGS)
Oi!
I'll have a white wine, please,
waiter. Haha...
I thought it was black-tie.
Don't worry. You look great.
And all the ladies have noticed.
Ah, you might try your luck over
there.
What? Why?
What have you heard?
She's an artist.Very funny.Smart.
Who is she?
Erica. Kent's sister. Twin.
I'm not interested.
In anyone.
(GROANS)
Excuse me.
She's had two white wines,
a red wine,
and a glass of champagne, and now
she wants a refill.
She will probably fall asleep on the
bus home
and get her bag snatched.
Mum says you're always working.
You need to relax.
You're getting lines.
And a touch of grey, too.Get off.
(BELL RINGS)
A gatecrasher?
No, that's Mansell, my partner.
He looks like he is here to party.
Introduce me. No.
Don't even think about it.
Don't look at him.
(POLICE SIRENS)
(SIRENS CONTINUE)
This is the safe house.
So, why Whitechapel?
Why was this the birthplace
of the serial killer?
Why the bloody history of murders
and unnatural deaths?
How can so much horror
be visited on such a small area?
Hello?!
Hello?!
Are you here?!
(THUD)
Hello?
Hello?
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
There are some who believe
that the gates to Hell
can be found in the shadow of
Christchurch.
That this is the reason why
Whitechapel is plagued with terrors.
I came alone.
Like you asked.
(WHISPERS - INDISTINCT)
What?
I can't hear you.
(SCREAMS)
So, beware...
For when the gates open,
who knows what will crawl out
and who will become the next chapter
in my...
History of Murder in Whitechapel.
(APPLAUSE)
(GROANS)
Help me!
Help!
(GROANS)
(MOANS)
No!
(WHEEL CREAKS)
"To my friend Diggory."
How kind. Thank you very much.
You're very welcome.
Gates of Hell.Really?
I don't believe a word of that guff
and it's not what my book is about.
She made me do it.
Who did? SHE did.
From the marketing department.
If there is a devil, she wears high
heels and is called Daisy.
It's your night. Try and enjoy it.
Oh! Sorry.
Are you in the book? No, I’m not.
Oh, I understand.
Did he leave you out to spare your
feelings? I beg your pardon?
Never bringing in a killer alive
is a terrible legacy.
I'm not in the book because I'm a
serving police officer.
Oh, well, your memoirs will be a
depressing read,
won't they?
Ah, allow me.
Good evening. Who is it to?
Louise. Iver.
(GASPS)
(CRIES OUT)
(DISTORTED VOICE)
Why don't you give me a name?
No.
Oi!
Back off, Constable.
We are not on duty now.
We all lose our bite
as we get older.
I haven't. There's no shame in it.
It happens.
Doesn't matter who you are or what
you've done.
Once you're old,
they don't respect you any more.
(GROANS)
Are you ready to talk now?
(STRUGGLES TO BREATH)
Dorothy.
Cade.
Her name...
is Dorothy Cade.
(SCREAMS)
Are you OK?
God, your mum is something else.
Oh, that's not my mother.
Well, who is she, then?
I have no idea.
What have we got?
Dead male.
IC1.
No ID. Found by a couple of junkies.
Anything else?
It's a doss house. Local toilet.
Smells like London Zoo, I'm afraid.
That's all right.
Take a deep breath and then hold it.
Have you seen these?
What do you think they are?
Symbols, glyphs, a code
of some sort, I don't know.
Make sure we get a clear picture
of them.
Lads!
Get these symbols for us, will you?
And look out for any others.
So...
The victim fell
through the ceiling...
and broke his ankles.
His bones were smashed
so he couldn't escape.
It was a trap. Yeah.
The killer then went on
to inflict as much suffering and
pain as possible.
How long would it have taken him
to die?
As long as the killer wanted it to.
Dead rat.Well, it's part
of the decor.
We are surrounded by rats all the
time,
but you never see any dead ones,
do you?
Because they hide away to die.
What's this one doing here?
It's not a sewer rat.
It's a dumbo rat.
You can tell by their ears.
Liam has one.
They make great pets. Very clever.
Maybe it was the victim's pet?
The neck's been broken.
This rat was killed deliberately.
And there's something inside it.
Right...
The victim has been positively
identified by his fingerprints
as Alexander Zukanov. He's aged 62,
Bulgarian National
of no fixed abode.
Was arrested under the vagrancy act
and cautioned in 2009.
He had a pet rat,
also found dead at the scene.
(PHONE RINGS)
DC Mansell.Hello.Mansell.
Hello? Incident room.
This murder was very personal.
Someone with a grudge.
A score to settle.
The answer lies in Alex's past.
I want a complete history.
His whole life.
Everything about him, and all his
friends. Fill the boards.
He died from crush asphyxia.
The weight of the bricks
compressed his chest walls
until he couldn't breathe.
Well, maybe if those junkies had
found him sooner...
It wouldn't have made any
difference.
When you have severe crush injuries,
toxic inflammatory substances are
released into the tissues.
So, even if you found him alive,
the act of removing the weight
would have released those toxins
into the bloodstream.
What can you tell us about
all the scars?
He has extensive keloid and
hypertrophic scarring.
He has knife wounds
here, here, here...
Bullet wounds here, and here.
How many times has this man died?
Good question.
He probably would
have died years ago,
but he had access to excellent
medical care.
Doesn't look like he could have
afforded private.
Look at his hands. He has
calcification of the knuckles.
That can be caused by punching sand.
Martial arts, bullet wounds,
first-class medical care...
Gangster? Enforcer?
So, was he living rough,
or was he on the run?
Your victim may have been a man
of violence,
but he had another side.
He had a pocket in his coat...
where this poor little fellow lived.
I don't know.
Dead bodies coming in and out all
day and a rat chokes her up.
It's my bloody hormones.
I get weepy and sentimental
over the strangest things.
The rat was tortured.
Just like Alex Zukanov.
The killer force-fed it. Stones.
Pushed down its throat,
so it too was in agony.
Ed, seriously, you need to calm down.
What?!
Where's the emergency?
Ed, it's mildew...
These files, these histories
are my children.
They are my family. And that black
death wants to take them from me.
Well, then, open a window.
I don't have a window!
We can't lose our history.
Without our past, we have no future.
Well, white vinegar should clean
it off,
and if that doesn't work, you can
always try Borax. OK?
Thank you.
Thank you. I'll try that.
Ooh, Ed... You'll have to find out
where the damp's coming from as well.
Oh, I will.
I will.
This is Alexander Zukanov's
last known address.
If you can call it that.
(INDISTINCT NOISE IN DISTANCE)
Excuse me.
Station, that way.
The city, that way.
Hospital, that way.
Savile Row, that way.
We are not lost.
Oh. Bankers.
I'm afraid all of our splendidly
appointed dwellings are taken.
Do you know Alexander Zukanov? Er...
Yes, we all know him. We don't like
him. We're not friends with him.
He's dead.
He was murdered.
Really?
He was invincible.
That's what made him so frightening.
And this is his shelter, is it?
Yeah. Don't ask me what he keeps in
there.
People were too scared to go in.
He said he'd killed people.
I-I believed him.
But some of the others thought he
was bad luck.
Especially Lee. Lee Bysack. Um...
Alex had a pet rat and Lee didn't
like the way he spoke to it.
He thought it was creepy.
He thought that Alex had sent the
rat around in the night to bite him.
He said he was going to kill him.
When did he say that?
Last night.
Boss...
He must be surrounded by rats
and still he keeps one as a pet.
Its cage is cleaner than his shelter.
It's quite organised in here,
isn't it? Look at this.
I used to have a case just like that
at school.
I haven't got my reading glasses.
Doesn't matter.
It's in Bulgarian.
(EXPLOSION)
(COUGHS)
Get Kent and Mansell to track down
Lee Bysack.
I think you might have singed
your eyebrows.
(EXHALES)
(TAP DRIPS)
(DRIPPING INCREASES)
Dark forces, gentlemen.
Thermite charge, battery,
and arming switch.
This is proper international
espionage.
You were lucky it didn't blow your
hands off.
So the tramp was a spy?
These were used by
the Darzhavna Sigurnost,
the CSS, or Bulgarian Secret
Police.
Assisted by the KGB.
Or he found it dumped in a skip.
Think about the scars,
the history of violence they suggest.
And his hands. He was a fighter,
trained to kill.
My guess is that Zukanov worked for
Service Seven, a specialised unit
for the kidnap and murder of
dissidents abroad.
Markov?
On September 7, 1978, Georgi Markov
was walking across Waterloo Bridge
when he felt a sharp stabbing pain
in his leg.
Poisoned umbrella. Yes.
The umbrella contained a lethal
pellet of ricin.
Markov died while his murderer was
never apprehended.
Your victim may have been involved.
OK, so, he's the Bulgarian
James Bond.
But what's he doing in Whitechapel?
The Cold War is over.
Some wars never end.
They just go underground.
Hey... Hey!
What?
So uh... Has Erica asked about me
at all?
No.
She has, hasn't she?
I bloody knew it.
You can't lie to me!
Erica doesn't deserve
to be messed around.
I'd change my ways for a woman
like that.
Lee Bysack?
We've been looking for you all
morning.
(GRUNTS)
(SLURS) I'm busy.
Tell your secretary to hold your
calls. You're coming with us.
Oh, sir...
There's a woman waiting
in your office.
Who is she? She won't say.
DI Chandler. And you are?
Stella Knight.
MI6.
(MI6...)DS Miles.
I believe an agent has gone rogue.
One of yours killed Alex Zukanov?
Perhaps.
Crispin Wingfield.
He was the best we had,
until he was betrayed.
He was captured in Bulgaria in 1978.
Was he investigating the Markov
assassination?
He was released in 1989,
but the years of captivity and
torture had taken their toll.
His mind was shattered, and he was
deemed unfit for service.
Where does Alex Zukanov fit
into all this?
He was Wingfield's interrogator.
If Wingfield has taken revenge, is
this the beginning or the end?
Let's just say that you should
consider his arrest a priority.
Why do I feel like we're being used?
I was approached by MI6 when I was at
university. I turned them down.
I'd have thought it'd be your sort
of thing. Sharps suits, gadgets.
My father was chief inspector.
This is all I've ever wanted to be.
My father was a joker who got no
respect from anyone.
I tried hard to be nothing like him.
Miles?
Spies use secret codes.
Perhaps Wingfield left a message
for MI6.
I'll get Riley on it.
Don't fuss, Dorothy.
You're always fussing.
Tea? Thank you, dear.
I think we still have a little
seed cake.
Two slices.
Unless you fed them
to your pigeons...
(TURNS GAS ON)
(GAS HISSES)
(WINDOW RATTLES)
(GAS CONTINUES TO HISS)
Dorothy, the flames, you're burning.
You're burning, Dorothy!
(TURNS GAS OFF)
Lee... You do realise that you've
got your coat on inside out?
Ah...
That's what gave me the edge.
I couldn't find my way back.
None of the roads made sense.
I kept ending up where I'd started,
and then I realised,
I was being pixie led.
I turned my coat...
insided out...
and then I was protected
from the bewitching.
What drugs do you use?
I'm not... I don't use drugs.
I rely on talismans.
Oh, no, that is rank.
Who bewitched you, Lee?
Alex.
He was evil.
He sent his rat army to kill me.
But last night, my coat made me
invisible.
And that's how I was able to kill
him first.
CHANDLER: From what Knight says,
Wingfield is going to be paranoid.
Possibly suicidal. We don't want him
biting down on a cyanide tablet
or taking a dive out of the window.
You're still worried about bringing
one in alive, aren't you?
DI Chandler and DS Miles!
Do come in.
I've been expecting you.
I've packed a bag. I'm ready to go.
Do you know why we're here,
Mr Wingfield?
Stella Knight thinks I've gone
rogue.
And now I'm being framed for murder.
You seem pretty relaxed about it.
I've made my peace.
I know that when they've finished
toying with me, I will be killed.
I guarantee your safety in my
custody. No harm will come to you.
You can't give me that guarantee.
Shall we?
(BANG AT WINDOW)
Oh!
Oh, dear.
Poor little thing.
(BIRD'S NECK SNAPS)
(KNOCKS GLASS) Come in.
Sir...
Lee Bysack's confession.
It's not very detailed, is it?
He remembers attacking Zukanov on
Whip Street.
Yeah, but he doesn't remember tying
him up
and slowly crushing him to death.
And killing his rat.
Well, his alcohol intake means that
his memory is impaired, but...
This is what they do.
They kill each other over crumbs.
Who?
Tramps.
The vulnerable deserve our
compassion, not our judgment.
It's not enough.
Are you looking for someone?
I know she's here.
Somewhere.
MI6 want us to think that Wingfield
is the killer,
but Lee Bysack claims to have got
there first.Someone is lying.
Good morning.
What do you want?
To remind you of the
Official Secrets Act.
I never signed it.
You don't have to.
It's a law, not a contract.
You are all subject to it.
I have a right to question
my suspect.
Correct. You can ask him anything
you like
about the murder
of Alexander Zukanov.
As long as that's all you ask,
I will not interfere.
Well, this is the most luxurious
interrogation I have ever had.
Hot shower. Hot coffee.
I even had a choice
of microwaved curries.
This isn't an interrogation, it is
an interview.Which is lovely.
You can't electrocute me.
You can't beat the soles of my feet.
You can't leave me soaking wet
in a freezing cell.
So, how are you going to make me
talk?
I could try saying please.
What would you like to know?
How did you know Alex Zukanov?
He gave me my manicure.
Right, this is where Lee Bysack
reckons he first attacked Zukanov.
There is CCTV on this building.
Hopefully it recorded the fight.
Yeah...
I'm sorry! If you've got
to be somewhere else,
don't let something as stupid as a
murder enquiry get in the way.
I'm done. CCTV...
Come on. Chop chop.
Kent! Come on!
What can you tell us about these?
Ah, fascinating.
It's definitely a code.
We know that. Can you read it?
No, I haven't a clue.
Numbers are hard to crack.
Letters, tricky, but can be done.
But with symbols, you need a key.
A Rosetta Stone.
Are you starting to crack,
Detective?
Is fatigue eroding your will?
Are you willing to say anything
to make this stop?
I can do this for hours.
Did you murder Alex Zukanov?
Do you know what this is?
Revenge?
It's called a Peine Fort et Dure.
It's a form of torture used in
common law in the 16th century.
It was also used to force people
to confess to witchcraft.
A good way of making
an old enemy suffer.
Ah, yes...
But who is the real enemy?
How about the one who called off my
rescue?
The one who hoped I'd never return?
The one who is scared
of what I know!
Time's up!
You'll have to carry on tomorrow.
(WATER RUNS)
This is what we do to stop them
hearing us.
Pardon?
Wingfield isn't the killer.
I was thinking the same thing.
But for some reason, Stella Knight
wants us to think he is.
I don't like MI6 using us to do
their dirty work.
Let's play along...
Find out what they're up to.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(TAP DRIPS)
Eureka!
Please stop saying that. No, really.
I have identified one of the marks.
Uratian hieroglyphics.
These marks date back to 810 BC
and were made by the Kurgan
people of Ural mountains.
That's one symbol.
What about the others?
We have to dig deeper.
Miles?
Boss, look.
What the...?
She's turned us over.
My office.
(FOOTSTEPS)
That's her.
Oi!
(FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
Drop it! Ah, I'm so sorry.
Did you see anything back there?
There is no one down there.
It's just me and Ed.
And who are you chasing?!
Oh!
A spook.
(RADIO PLAYS)
Aren't you going to invite your
guest to join us?
What ARE you talking about now,
Cecilia?
You're getting dotty.
I know he's in the house.
I can smell him.
(TURNS RADIO OFF)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK UPSTAIRS)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK UPSTAIRS)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
(LOCKS DOOR)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Aren't you a little too senior
to be creeping around my offices?
I have no idea what you're
talking about.
I accept you are entitled
to watch the interviews,
I agreed to share relevant facts,
but I draw the line
at you interfering with my
investigation.When?
Today. The incident room was
completely ransacked.
As was my office. Well, Detective...
Let me assure you that if my agency
had been involved...
you would not have seen a mote
of dust out of place.
Good night, dear.
I can still smell him!
I will air the house tomorrow.
(SIGHS)
(ELECTRICAL PULSE)
Oh!
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
Is...? Is somebody there?
The Communist regime in Bulgaria
was overthrown in 1989.
Bulgaria is now a democracy,
a member of NATO,
and the European Union.
An ally.
And the murder of one of their
former operatives by one of ours
threatens that relationship.
Reopens old wounds.
Wingfield can't be allowed to exact
retribution after all these years.
He has to be stopped.
And due process must be observed to
prevent a diplomatic shit-storm.
How many people are on his kill list?
If he's taking on the KGB...
Hundreds.
(STRUGGLES TO SPEAK)
Her name is Cherry Thrapston.
She might be who you are looking
for.
(STRUGGLES TO CRY OUT)
It's not even a tune.
It's just random noise.
Well, I'm happy. Is that OK?
Why are you happy?
I'm not telling.
Oi, do I have to write you up?
What did you do that for?
Hey, Sarge...
Looks like Wingfield has been staying
in a hotel.
And not just any hotel.
"The Royal Duchess." Yep.
He has had this room
for a couple of weeks.
Comes in, stays all day, all night.
Always alone. Very quiet.
He's no trouble at all.
Was Mr Wingfield here the night
before last?
Um... Yes.
We don't have room service, so he
asked my son to get him a takeaway.
A good tipper.
Good alibi.
Stays all day and all night.
He's on surveillance.
Why has he been watching us?
Everything Bysack said checks out.
He did attack Zukanov the night
he died. Really?
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Hello? Mansell.
Who is this?
Angry ex.
Which one? God knows.
Zukanov defends himself easily and
then walks away.
Bysack can barely stand...
let alone follow him.
We've still got Wingfield, sir.
We're letting him go.
So, Bysack's our only suspect.
Go door-to-door on the street where
Zukanov was killed.
See if anyone remembers Bysack being
there that night.Yes, sir.
Well, I didn't think I'd walk away.
You had an alibi.
Why were you spying on us?
You've been infiltrated by an agent.
(SCOFFS) I don't think we're
that interesting.
Any soul is of interest.
And you have been chosen.
By whom?
I first heard of this agent
when I was in captivity.
It is a provocateur
whose purpose is to incite others
to commit evil acts.
Markov.
Calvi. The Krays. The Ripper.
An immortal entity
was behind them all.
Planting the seeds,
watching the horror grow.
The provocateur had Zukanov killed.
It was a setup to silence me.
Now that has failed, another way
will be found.
You're mad.
I wish I were. I wish I was wrong.
Good luck. God bless.
(FOOTSTEPS FROM BEHIND)
The council had complaints about
smoke from a bonfire,
but they didn't do anything.
Then when the garden shed went up,
they called the Fire Brigade,
and then us.
Who's the victim?
Miss Dorothy Cade. 82.
Lived with her sister Cecilia.
Makes you sick.
Fire is an effective destroyer
of everything.
This is all that's left
of Dorothy Cade.
(RETCHES)
(SCRATCHES)
Ouch!
You OK? Yes, it's just a scratch.
Ow!
Was it a quick death at least?
If it was a big fire, she would have
been overcome by the carbon monoxide
and lost consciousness.
She would have died before the
flames reached her.
You don't think that was the case?
He wanted her to burn slowly.
He set a small fire and tended it
with skill.
It was incredibly cruel.
Just like the first victim.
The killer wants them to suffer
extreme pain and agony.
To do this to another human being,
you must really hate them.
Or really fear them.
The first victim was crushed under a
pile of stones,
a 16th century torture.
Now an old lady is burned
at the stake.
Someone's killing witches in
Whitechapel.
I don't know any witches.
We will wait for the imps.
She's onto me.
I don't have much time.
Hysteria is contagious.
You should be careful.
Pack it in! That is in order!
I ain't scared of you.Witches
exist. They're people who think
that their rituals and superstitions
have real power,
and so does the killer.
(EXPLOSION)
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