Whitechapel (2009–2013): Season 4, Episode 4 - Episode #4.4 - full transcript
Following the discovery of a third corpse, flayed like the others, Sabina Masud talks to Chandler. She explains that Baldaev was the leader of a Russian extortion gang demanding money from her father. When he refused to pay Baldaev stalked her and she was in the graveyard when he was killed, describing his slayer as resembling an old woman wearing a leather mask. This fits the description of the person who abducted young student William Tierney Clark. Clark, like the other three victims, was acquitted in a case where somebody was killed, suggesting a revenge motive by the murderer. Clark survives and, in hospital, questioned by Chandler as to the identity of his attacker, writes the letter W. A suspect is brought in but Buchan pursues his own enquiry, confronting the killer and having to be rescued by the other team members.
Where is your daddy now,
little girl?
The skin's been removed from
the face, the torso, the fingertips.
-Do you recognise this man?
-No. I don't know him.
Blood. Get it to the lab.
We might have a witness.
Somebody went to great lengths to
place this in Mr. Marlow's exhibition.
Mr. Marlow's fans can
get quite obsessive.
That's Riley's email.
I'm messaging Buchan.
She's asking him out on
a date tomorrow night.
-Put the weapon down!
-False alarm.
She is Sebastian Marlow,
aren't you?
He must want the
crimes acknowledged.
Why does he want their skins?
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Whitechapel
Season 4 | Episode 03
Well, he's got no face
and no fingerprints,
but I'm pretty sure it's Sid Walden.
They'll confirm it at the lab.
Any other skin missing?
Yeah,
a big strip down his back.
And they found this
pinned to his nipple.
-It's the same code.
-I showed it to Liam,
told him it was an algebra problem.
He looked at me like I was an idiot.
Miles, It's completely unacceptable to show your
son confidential material from the case!
I was thinking outside the box!
You gonna arrest him?
-It was a joke.
-Jesus!
Well, flag it up next time, will you?
I don't wanna die of shock.
-How long's that been there?
-Years.
You've heard of Judge Jeffreys,
the hanging judge?
Of course.
He used to drink in this pub.
-When was that?
-Well, I don't know, in the olden days.
He used to come and watch the
hangings of the men he condemned.
They were left dangling while three tides
washed over them, belt and braces job.
Maybe the killer's making a point.
Maybe he considers these killings
to be executions.
Yeah, maybe that's just where
the tide washed the body up.
You can't make
connections willy-nilly.
Willy-nilly.
Samuel Peeps used to drink in here.
Charles Dickens.
-You're a regular font of knowledge.
-If it's about pubs, I know it.
Miles, I think we need to put you
down in the basement with Buchan.
I think that's enough jokes
for one day.
I'll have three from the top and two
from the bottom, please, Carol.
Bloody hell.
Have a delve into Sid
Walden's background,
see if there's anything
murky we don't know,
especially in relation to
Harry Barnett, the first victim.
You do the same with our Russian friend.
Maybe we can meet in the middle.
Yes, skip.
So, the shoes you found
at the crime scene,
we've had a DNA
match come through.
Sabina Masud. She's got a couple of
shoplifting convictions.
She could be our witness.
We need to speak to her.
That's the thing,
I already have.
Excuse me.
DI Chandler, Whitechapel Police.
We're looking for Sabina Masud.
-She's my daughter.
-Right.
Is she around?
We have her shoes.
These are not Sabina's shoes.
-Well, she certainly wore them.
-It's all right, Papa.
My dad's had a shop here
for 20 years.
A couple of years ago, this Russian
gang started coming into shops,
demanding money for protection.
Some paid,
some didn't.
-There was a lot of fighting.
-And your father refused to pay?
They said they'd hurt him,
but he wasn't afraid.
So they came after me.
This man?
I promised my dad
I wouldn't go out.
That's why I never said anything.
I took a shortcut
through the cemetery.
My shoes were killing me.
Next thing I knew, he was there.
I thought I was gonna die,
but then someone attacked him.
Put a rag over his face.
It must have drugged him,
cos he fell down.
Did you see the person
who attacked him?
It was dark
but it looked like an old woman.
-Did you see her face?
-Just a glimpse.
It was all leathery and wrinkled.
But she was strong.
It was like the head
and the body didn't match.
She looked...
I don't know.
She looked like a witch.
Morning!
Thought I'd just pop up from the
depths for a few gulps of air
before heading back
to my dark cavern.
You look very smart today.
-Thank you.
-Going anywhere special?
No, no, just...
Well, I am meeting a friend.
Come on, then, spill the beans.
Who is she?
-A gentleman never tells.
-You can tell me, I'm a policeman.
Ask no questions, get no lies.
I saw a policeman zipping up his flies.
Though a nuisance, bees are worse.
That is the end of my verse.
Are you on drugs?
I'm sorry if my heightened spirits
offend you, Constable Kent.
Detective Constable.
But in the midst of all this death,
life must go on.
The Flaying Of The Judge Sisamnes
by Gerard David.
The judge delivered a false verdict
when he accepted a bribe.
He was skinned alive
and his hide used
to cover the chair
in which his son would
sit in judgement.
Talk about getting medieval
on one's arse.
See you shortly.
So we're hunting witches again.
You better put on that hagstone
that Buchan bought you.
-Do you believe her?
-Do you?
Even using chloroform, an old woman
wouldn't be able to bring down a man
like Barnett or Sidney Walden.
-So how do you explain what she saw?
-We should check out her father.
In the painting by Titian,
Marsyas was hung upside
down to be flayed
so the blood would run to his
brain and keep him conscious.
So?
In butchery is the same way,
animals' throats are cut
and they're hung upside
down to sanguinated.
Our killer doesn't cut the throats,
he flays the skin off.
Still,
we take his statement.
we should find out his movements.
Take an artist with you as well.
Get a likeness
of the killer from Sabina.
Miles.
Not Tracey Emin.
William Tierney Clark?
Do you want to come on through?
Straight through.
-You wanted to see me?
-Yes.
We have a witness to
the Nikolai Baldaev murder.
She describes the killer as
an old lady with a face like a witch.
-OK.
-She specifically said leathery skin.
Leatherface.
-What was that?
-Leatherface.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
-He wore a mask of human skin.
-That is fiction.
-It's a good film.
-It is pornography
loosely based,
and I mean loosely,
on the case of Ed Gein,
"The Plainfield Ghoul".
-Yeah. A famous serial killer.
-He confessed to two murders,
which does not qualify
him as a serial killer.
That's pedanticness.
-Pedantry.
-All right!
All I'm trying to say is,
maybe what Sabina saw wasn't
the killer's real face.
Maybe he wore a skin mask.
-Prepare me a file on Ed Gein.
-There's a lot of material...
Look, we have three victims already.
I don't want a fourth.
OK, can you just bite together
for me, please?
You suffering from any pain
in the ear or jaw at all?
Yeah, sometimes in the mornings.
OK, well,
I'm gonna take a quick X-ray
but it looks like you're suffering
from what we call nocturnal bruxism.
You've been grinding
your teeth at night.
Have you been under
any stress recently?
Sorry?
Are you suffering from
any kind of anxiety or tension,
particularly at night?
-Yes.
-How long's that been going on for?
A few years.
Certainly looks that way.
OK, open up.
OK, and bite down.
OK.
I'm just gonna go and prepare
the X-ray. I just need you
to hold really still for me.
Hello?
The dentist was attacked
from behind, laid out cold.
-Chloroform?
-Looks like it.
The victim was taken out
through the fire doors
to a private car park.
There are plenty of
prints on the doors.
Trouble is, they belong
to a dead man.
-Sid Walden.
-Same as before.
He's using the prints of
the last victim to attack the next.
He's toying with us.
William Tierney Clark,
19-year-old student,
Brunel University.
His records only go back six months.
Perhaps he's new to the area.
Students come from all over.
Put Kent on it.
This victims have been carefully
chosen. We need to find the link.
-What about Anjit Masud?
-Yeah, I took a statement.
We're checking it out.
Is a nice bloke, is he?
Gave me a couple of chops
for mine and Judy's tea.
Eat them tomorrow.
I'm calling a double shift.
We need a solid lead
by the end of today
otherwise this
boy ends up dead.
You want them?
Have you come across
this guy at all?
No.
Thanks for giving it
your full attention.
-What's his name again?
-William Tierney Clark.
No, doesn't ring any bells.
He was a civil engineer,
designed Hammersmith Bridge
in 1880-something.
-Came up on the quiz months ago.
-There you go. Book him.
-He did study engineering at Brunel.
-So?
So, what if he changed his name,
called himself after his hero?
A famous engineer.
My dad wanted to call me Trevor,
-after Trevor Brooking.
-Trevor Mansell?
That's a murder's name
if ever I heard one.
Yeah. He's changing his
to Chandler, aren't you?
Get off!
Looks like they've pulled a
double shift for this evening.
Have they?
Maybe we should rearrange.
Rearrange what?
-Our liaison dangereuse.
-Sorry, I'm not with you.
Here we go.
Could we perhaps
make it next week?
I know a nice Italian
place no far for here.
Ed!
I'm a married woman!
I don't think it's appropriate that I be
going out with some bloke from work, is it?
-What would my husband say?
-I see.
-We'll talk about it later.
-No, we'll talk about it now.
You seem to have got
the wrong end of the stick.
I'm not interested in you that way.
Sorry.
But your message seemed
to suggest otherwise.
-This is class.
-What message?
"I can't deny my feelings
for you any longer.
"Please meet me
tomorrow night to talk.
Wear your red bowtie
if it's a yes."
Not that I memorised it.
I really do not know what
you're talking about.
Mansell wrote it.
-Great. What did you spoil it for?
-Because it's not fair!
He was winding you up.
He emailed you from
Riley's computer.
Come on, had you going, didn't I?
Were you getting all horny
down in the dungeon?
Yes, I... I thought it was a joke
but I... I wanted to play along.
Will you excuse me?
-What?
-You're such a dick.
Oh, come on, you can't tell me
that wasn't funny.
You've got no empathy, have you?
Somebody smashed William's window in while
he was at the dentist this afternoon.
-Witnesses?
-No.
-Anything taken?
-Nothing.
We don't know if he's alive or dead.
Well, we can cross Anjit Masud's
name off the list.
He was praying at the
East London mosque
when the boy went missing.
2,000 witnesses.
Great.
Do you wanna call the press in,
get the kid's face on News At Ten
-to see that the public foward?
-It'll be too late by then.
In a missing persons case,
the first 24 hours
-are the only 24 hours.
-You think I don't know that?
-You want me to call in Wacky Jaqui?
-Who?
Jaqui Brierley.
She's a last resort.
Who's Jaqui Brierley?
She helped us out on a missing child
case back in the 90s.
She saw a vision of running water.
Led us down to the Lea Valley Reservoir
and the divers found the body
in ten minutes.
-A medium?
-Yeah.
We used her once or
twice back in the days.
She's not always right,
but when you've got no leads...
-What you looking at me like that for?
-I can't believe you'd be so gullible.
Well, I've learnt to keep
an open mind.
-A medium?
-Well, she found the girl.
So?
It was a lucky guess.
Well, we could do with a bit of luck right
now. Do you want me to call her or not?
No!
We're detectives.
We use police work.
Anything else would be just
weakness of character.
William Tierney Clark
wasn't his real name.
-He changed it when he was 18.
-Why?
His name was Andy Moyle.
He was involved in a manslaughter
case but was acquitted.
-How old?
-14.
Apparently, he confessed everything
to the first officer on the scene.
Judge threw it out cos there wasn't
an appropriate adult present.
He changed his name
to put the past behind him.
Sure sign of a guilty man.
-What about the victim?
-Constance Redman.
She had a husband,
Derek, and one son.
-See if you can track them down.
-Yes, sir.
So what are you thinking?
William Tierney Clark was acquitted on a
manslaughter charge.
Nikolai Baldaev was given
an early release from prison.
So the killer's punishing them
because the state didn't.
He wants to see them executed
for their crimes.
Watch them suffer,
like Judge Jeffreys.
What about the first victim, Harry
Barnett, did he have a record?
We have his prints on file.
A stolen car.
Yeah, was a hit and run.
Barnett was questioned
but he reported his car stolen
so the case never came to court.
-It got the file someone.
-Why didn't I know?
-I've been concentrating on cracking the code.
-Get on it! It's important!
-Sort your desk out!
-Yes, sir.
How can you think
with all this crap everywhere?
A young man's life's at stake
and all you care about is what
topping to have on your pizza!
We've gotta stay focused
otherwise we make mistakes!
All right,
it's just dodgy electrics.
Get on with your work.
Police broke into Ed Gein's farm
investigating the disappearance
of Bernice Worden,
who ran the local hardware store.
It was pitch black inside.
One of the officers bumped into
something hanging from the ceiling.
It turned out to be Bernice Worden's
decapitated body.
She'd been eviscerated
and dressed up like a deer.
Police made many other
grim discoveries on the farm.
Shoe boxes
filled with human body parts,
soup bowls made from human skulls,
a belt studded with women's nipples.
Where did he get them all from?
Gein was raised by
his puritanical mother.
When she died,
he simply couldn't cope.
He scoured the obituaries looking
for women of a similar age
then he dug them up
and he flayed them.
He fashioned himself
a female skin suit.
He removed their faces
and wore them as masks.
Just like our killer.
Maybe he robbed graves, too,
like Burke and Hare.
It's certainly worth investigating.
Though Burke and Hare
never actually robbed...
any graves.
-Thanks, Ed.
-No, thank you.
You've just given me
a very good idea.
I'll be late tonight, as well.
I haven't got time.
The boss will go nuts.
Have you traced Derek Redman yet?
-Not yet, sir, no.
-Find him!
William Tierney Clark killed his wife.
He's our prime suspect.
-Where's Riley?
-She was here a second ago.
I don't know, sir.
Looks like my old gran,
God bless her.
Get copies made.
Show it to the dentist,
William's flatmates
and Sidney Walden's wife.
Oh, and tell them
we think it's a mask.
If you're making.
Erica sends her love,
by the way.
She says you haven't
called in a while.
-I've been busy. Is that all right?
-Don't shoot the messenger.
I'm making her one of my famous
Mansell curries at the weekend.
You can join us if you like.
Hello?
Jesus!
-What are you doing here?
-I thought I heard something.
What's up?
There's still no
sign of the missing boy.
I don't really know what to do.
Maybe we should pray.
What's that?
-Oi!
-Alan!
Lads.
"PSYCHIC" JAQUI BRIERLEY
FINDS FATHER'S BODY
20 YEARS AFTER
HE WENT MISSSING
MEDIUM FINDS
MISSING GIRL
-Hello.
-Hello, this is...
And welcome to
the Happy Medium Psychic Hotline.
Do you have unanswered questions
which keep you awake at night?
They've found William Tierney Clark,
Hackney Marshes.
Damn. Call Llewellyn,
get her to meet us down there.
We don't need Llewellyn yet.
He's still alive. Just.
I hate hospitals.
They make me feel ill.
-It's that smell.
-It's just disinfectant.
I knew you'd like it.
I bet your whole house smells of it.
I don't have a house,
I have an apartment.
I don't know, I haven't been round.
Me and Judy would love to pay you
a visit, bring the kids.
-I'm sure they'd find it very boring.
-They'd be all right.
Give them some felt tips, a few
marbles. All right, just joking.
Are you for
William Tierney Clark?
It's a miracle but he's still alive.
When can we speak to him?
Once he's stable and we've
stopped him leaking everywhere.
-Shouldn't be too long.
-We'll wait.
-Yeah?
-Hello. Is it Gavin?
DC Riley. This is DC Kent.
Can we come in, please?
Dad!
Come on!
You were young once.
Yeah, maybe not.
Come on.
It was a Tuesday.
Gavin was off school
for half term.
Connie booked a log cabin
in the Forest of Dean.
So we were driving
along the motorway
and I saw these kids messing about
on the bridge up ahead.
They were chucking stuff
over the side.
And just before it hit,
I remember thinking...
.."They're gonna
get someone killed."
It wasn't very big when I seen it.
A lump of concrete.
About the size of a fist.
That was it.
She died two days later.
And they arrested Andy Moyle.
Policeman found him
crying on the step.
Said some older lads
had put him up to it.
But he was just a boy.
Younger than our Gavin.
Can I use your toilet?
Yeah.
Sorry.
-Top of the stairs, on the right.
-OK. Thanks.
Oliver.
I wonder if I might
pick your brains.
Pick away.
What can you tell me about
anthropodermic bibliopegy?
Quite a bit, actually.
In fact, you're the second person
to ask about that this month.
Jesus!
Everything all right?
-Sorry, I just...
-You've found Monty, have you?
You don't have to worry about him.
He always get a bit agitated
when he's shedding his skin.
Here we go.
Barnett, Harry.
This is the original transcript
of the meeting which took place
in the judge's private chambers
between Mr. Barnett's lawyer
and prosecution counsel.
And the court reporter's done
a handy summary at the front.
Some do, some don't.
It's pot luck.
So it was a hit and run?
That's right. Some poor homeless
guy tried to wash the windscreen.
Mind you, they are annoying.
Registration was taken
down by a passer-by,
but Mr. Barnett had already
reported the car as stolen.
-That's a bit convenient.
-Yes.
But he had an alibi.
One Sidney Walden.
Prosecution had a strong case
against Barnett.
But the witness
refused to testify,
probably an illegal,
so the judge threw it out.
And I can do you a copy...
-for £200.
-200 quid?
The scales of Lady Justice
must be balanced somehow.
William, can you hear me?
Just move your fingers a little
if you can.
-Yeah.
-My name is DI Chandler.
I'm investigating your attack.
The person who did this,
was it someone who was known to you?
We don't know
whether that means yes or no.
William,
I'm gonna give you a pen.
I know it's difficult, but write
down anything you can remember.
I can't allow that. Please.
Three people are dead already.
W?
William, we need you to remain calm.
Why can't you do this in the gents?
The taps don't work.
You'll flay your own skin off
if you're not careful.
Just give me a minute.
It started when I was ten, you know?
I missed my father's
memorial service
cos I couldn't stop
washing my hands.
My mother had to go without me.
You OK?
My father drowned himself.
I tried to save him but I...
You know, I did that,
pumped his chest.
I'm sorry.
That's when my mother
became obsessed with mediums
and spirit guides.
She wanted to know why.
Why he took his own life.
-Did she ever find the answer?
-No.
She stopped taking care
of everything.
So I had to...
I had to keep order cos...
I didn't want the world to see
that our lives...
-..had fallen apart.
-Look, I get it.
I understand.
It's a compulsion.
But it's also what makes you
a great detective.
That obsession with detail,
that forensic mind.
I don't have it.
I have local knowledge,
street smarts.
I have hunches
and 99% of them turn out to be wrong.
But you have real insight.
It's not a disability,
it's a gift.
But I can't...
I just, I can't deal with people
the way that you can.
Fine.
That's what makes us a great team.
Maybe they should put
your brain in my body.
Mind you, then you really would have
something to get OCD about.
I'm gonna wait outside.
And hey...
This case is from Bristol in 1821.
A young man called John Horwood
saw his ex-girlfriend, Eliza,
out walking with her new partner.
He threw a stone at her
and fractured her skull.
She was operated on by this man,
Dr. Richard Smith.
But she died after the operation
caused an abscess.
Dr. Smith testified against Horwood
and he was hanged
on Friday 13th April
at Bristol New Jail.
Here's the disturbing bit. You're
not squeamish, are you?
Not at all.
Dr Smith dissected the body
in front of his students.
But then he hired
a bookbinder to tan
Horwood's flayed skin
which he used to bind a ledger,
a record of the trial,
including Horwood's confession.
A book of human skin.
I remember the same thing happened to
William Burke of Burke and Hare fame,
but I wasn't sure if it was
just a myth.
It wasn't uncommon.
It dates back to at least
the 17th century.
You said I was the second person
to ask about this.
-Quite a coincidence.
-Who was the first?
We're bringing in
Derek Redman's son, Gavin.
He's young, he's angry,
he's a fan of serial killers.
He's bang on profile.
Get this, sarge,
he keeps a snake in his bedroom.
And it's shedding its skin.
OK. I'll keep you posted. Bye.
-Gavin Redman?
-He works here.
-Definitely came to work today?
-Yeah, he's here.
Gavin!
Stay still!
Cuff him.
Gavin Redman,
I'm arresting you under Section 18
of the Offences
Against the Person Act.
-I didn't do it!
-You do not have to say anything...
Let's go.
Here we go.
A gentleman came
in three weeks ago
and bought books
on occult practices
and two on leather tanning
and bookbinding.
-Could I see?
-I don't want to get anyone into any trouble.
I have a duty to protect my clients.
This does pertain to a murder.
Time is of the essence.
-Murder? Surely you don't think...
-Oliver, this could save lives!
I can come back with my boss
if you want me to?
I need to speak to the boss.
I've got the transcript
of the Harry Barnett case.
He killed a homeless guy,
Walden lied to give him an alibi.
It fits the pattern.
They got away with murder.
Yeah, well, you're too late.
The killer's right here.
Didn't I see you at the gallery
last week?
Are you a fan of
Sebastian Marlow's work?
Why did you run away when my
colleagues came to talk to you?
I dunno.
You must've known we were onto you.
When did you find out
that Andy Moyle
had changed his name
to William Tierney Clark?
-A journalist told me.
-We know that, what journalist?
-Karen something. Does it matter?
-Yeah, it matters.
-What did you do then?
-Found out where he lived.
I've got a mate at Brunel,
so it was easy.
What about Nikolai Baldaev?
He was just a practice, wasn't he?
A dry run.
I've never seen him before
in my life.
What exactly did you do to William?
At first I just sent
him anonymous letters.
I wanted to scare him.
And then I shoved dog shit
through his letterbox.
-Yesterday...
-You skinned him
and left him for dead
on Hackney Marshes.
No!
I put a brick through his window.
A brick?
He killed my mum!
I wish he was dead.
Check his story.
I believe him.
-I'll run you off a copy, if that would help?
-Wonderful, thank you.
-Nobody else knows about this?
-No,
it's a private
theory at the moment.
But one that could earn me
great kudos with my boss.
-There may even be another book in it.
-Quite.
-After you.
-Thank you.
Yes, this really could be
quite a breakthrough.
Dear God.
You really, really shouldn't
have come back here, Mr Buchan.
You're far too clever
for your own good.
Now I'm going to have to punish you,
as well.
The boy's story is watertight.
He's just an angry kid lashing out.
-So we're back to square one?
-No, no, no.
The answer's here somewhere. We just have
to find it. Some it's in these cases.
Let's go back to basics.
Motive, means and methods.
The motive's gotta be revenge.
Punishing the guilty that got away.
Maybe the killer was a victim
of a crime himself.
It was probably unsolved.
That sense of injustice.
I'll get a list going.
See if you can find Buchan,
I want his input.
I'll go.
All right, what about means?
How does he know about these cases
if they never went to court?
-Was it the same judge?
-No, it's a different judge and counsel.
The only people present
at the Barnett case were
lawyers, the judge...
Who transcribed the record
of the William Tierney Clark case?
The court stenographer,
Oliver Diggory.
Same here,
the court stenographer,
always present in every case,
recording the proceedings.
-Witness to hundreds of crimes.
-And miscarriages of justice.
Diggory also worked
for Nikolai's lawyer.
He transcribed calls
to and from Russia.
The answer was under our noses
the whole time.
-Diggory, I know that name.
-Buchan not there, sir.
Buchan left a note to say
he's gone to do more research.
God.
I know who it is.
Native Americans believe
that every creature
is born with enough brains
to tan their own hide.
I'm using pig brains,
which I thought quite apt.
Woman across the road
in the launderette
said she saw a man
come in here about two hours ago.
-Said he had a bag and a brolly.
-Did she see him come back out again?
-No.
-It might not be Ed.
Lots of people carry brollies,
don't they?
Does pong a bit, I'm afraid.
But it makes the skin
easier to work with.
Keep looking,
we have to find an address.
A second home,
a lock-up, anything.
What's this?
It looks like till receipts.
It's stenotype,
it's a kind of shorthand
used by court reporters.
He must've
brought his work home with him,
there's hundreds of cases here.
Diggory was writing a book
about miscarriages of justice.
There's rejection letters
from about 15 publishers here.
No-one would touch it.
Looks like he took the law
into his own hands.
Human leather
is the softest in nature
because it has the
smallest grain size.
Feel.
It's a book made from human skin.
This book will last a lifetime.
This is the full and final confession
of the murderer Harry Barnett.
I took a nice strip
from Sidney Walden's back
so that I could finish the spine.
I made a little joke.
He lied, you see, Mr. Buchan.
And had to be punished.
Just as you have to be punished.
You said yourself you
made mistakes in the past.
Girls died
and you were responsible.
But now you can assuage that guilt.
And a little piece of you
will live on.
You can be archived.
Isn't that comforting?
Hello, sir. I've spoken to
my man at the Old Bailey.
He says Diggory's
mother was mugged
outside a bookshop
18 months ago.
She was in a coma for six months
and Diggory took time off work
to sit by her every day.
-No arrest was ever made.
-Where's the nursing home?
Well, she's dead, sir.
-Find out where she was buried, we...
-Look!
-Hang on, I'll call you back.
-OK.
That's what the boy drew.
A big W.
Woolgar Paper Mill.
-I've seen that somewhere before.
-Wait, wait.
It's here.
This is where he gets
his transcribing paper.
Find the address.
This is all I've got left of her.
The undertaker
was very accommodating.
I asked if I could
seal the coffin myself.
"Take all the time you need,"
he said.
Mother knew what I was going to do.
She approved.
A cast of her face.
A perfect likeness.
Some people call it a death mask.
But I've made a life mask.
It's the last thing
the murderers see before they die.
Run a PNC check, see if the car
belongs to Diggory.
I'm on it.
Ed?
Ed?
Ed!
Backup's on its way!
You'll be fine.
Look out!
Police!
-Boss, you all right?
-Yes. Take care of Ed.
Vengeance is mine,
said the Lord!
I shall repay!
Here, look at this.
I got it from the courtroom.
You plug it in
for an instant translation.
-Guilty.
-I cracked the code.
Yeah, a bit late now.
What is your problem?
Ed.
We weren't expecting you.
Oh, the doctor told me
not to come in today,
but I said I'd rather get
straight back on the horse.
Well, I'm glad you're OK.
-Sorry, I didn't mean...
-No, no.
I was just looking up that
"vengeance is mine" quote.
"If your enemy is hungry, feed him.
"If he is thirsty,
give him a drink.
"For in so doing, you will heap
coals of fire upon his head.
"Do not be overcome by evil.
"You overcome evil with good."
If only it was that easy.
Do you believe in all of that?
-What?
-The afterlife.
I was brought up a Catholic,
I have to hedge my bets.
Is that why you consulted a psychic?
No, the family asked for her.
What's all this about?
We caught the guy,
the case is closed.
No,
we didn't catch him.
He chose to die.
He taunted me.
Look, we've all been through a lot,
everybody's on edge.
Why don't we take the team
down to the pub for a drink?
Give everyone a lift.
We'll go to the one
with the nice toilets.
I've got a lot of paperwork to do.
Well, he was screaming
and screaming,
"Come and kill it!
Gerard, come and save me!"
They are down there!
She was killed by the black swine!
-What is it? What is it?
-Look at me! Look at me!
-Leave me alone!
-Get SOCOs here now.
I will kill if I have to.
-We're surrounded! Just surrender!
-There is no surrender! Only death.
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little girl?
The skin's been removed from
the face, the torso, the fingertips.
-Do you recognise this man?
-No. I don't know him.
Blood. Get it to the lab.
We might have a witness.
Somebody went to great lengths to
place this in Mr. Marlow's exhibition.
Mr. Marlow's fans can
get quite obsessive.
That's Riley's email.
I'm messaging Buchan.
She's asking him out on
a date tomorrow night.
-Put the weapon down!
-False alarm.
She is Sebastian Marlow,
aren't you?
He must want the
crimes acknowledged.
Why does he want their skins?
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Case 2 | Part 2
Whitechapel
Season 4 | Episode 03
Well, he's got no face
and no fingerprints,
but I'm pretty sure it's Sid Walden.
They'll confirm it at the lab.
Any other skin missing?
Yeah,
a big strip down his back.
And they found this
pinned to his nipple.
-It's the same code.
-I showed it to Liam,
told him it was an algebra problem.
He looked at me like I was an idiot.
Miles, It's completely unacceptable to show your
son confidential material from the case!
I was thinking outside the box!
You gonna arrest him?
-It was a joke.
-Jesus!
Well, flag it up next time, will you?
I don't wanna die of shock.
-How long's that been there?
-Years.
You've heard of Judge Jeffreys,
the hanging judge?
Of course.
He used to drink in this pub.
-When was that?
-Well, I don't know, in the olden days.
He used to come and watch the
hangings of the men he condemned.
They were left dangling while three tides
washed over them, belt and braces job.
Maybe the killer's making a point.
Maybe he considers these killings
to be executions.
Yeah, maybe that's just where
the tide washed the body up.
You can't make
connections willy-nilly.
Willy-nilly.
Samuel Peeps used to drink in here.
Charles Dickens.
-You're a regular font of knowledge.
-If it's about pubs, I know it.
Miles, I think we need to put you
down in the basement with Buchan.
I think that's enough jokes
for one day.
I'll have three from the top and two
from the bottom, please, Carol.
Bloody hell.
Have a delve into Sid
Walden's background,
see if there's anything
murky we don't know,
especially in relation to
Harry Barnett, the first victim.
You do the same with our Russian friend.
Maybe we can meet in the middle.
Yes, skip.
So, the shoes you found
at the crime scene,
we've had a DNA
match come through.
Sabina Masud. She's got a couple of
shoplifting convictions.
She could be our witness.
We need to speak to her.
That's the thing,
I already have.
Excuse me.
DI Chandler, Whitechapel Police.
We're looking for Sabina Masud.
-She's my daughter.
-Right.
Is she around?
We have her shoes.
These are not Sabina's shoes.
-Well, she certainly wore them.
-It's all right, Papa.
My dad's had a shop here
for 20 years.
A couple of years ago, this Russian
gang started coming into shops,
demanding money for protection.
Some paid,
some didn't.
-There was a lot of fighting.
-And your father refused to pay?
They said they'd hurt him,
but he wasn't afraid.
So they came after me.
This man?
I promised my dad
I wouldn't go out.
That's why I never said anything.
I took a shortcut
through the cemetery.
My shoes were killing me.
Next thing I knew, he was there.
I thought I was gonna die,
but then someone attacked him.
Put a rag over his face.
It must have drugged him,
cos he fell down.
Did you see the person
who attacked him?
It was dark
but it looked like an old woman.
-Did you see her face?
-Just a glimpse.
It was all leathery and wrinkled.
But she was strong.
It was like the head
and the body didn't match.
She looked...
I don't know.
She looked like a witch.
Morning!
Thought I'd just pop up from the
depths for a few gulps of air
before heading back
to my dark cavern.
You look very smart today.
-Thank you.
-Going anywhere special?
No, no, just...
Well, I am meeting a friend.
Come on, then, spill the beans.
Who is she?
-A gentleman never tells.
-You can tell me, I'm a policeman.
Ask no questions, get no lies.
I saw a policeman zipping up his flies.
Though a nuisance, bees are worse.
That is the end of my verse.
Are you on drugs?
I'm sorry if my heightened spirits
offend you, Constable Kent.
Detective Constable.
But in the midst of all this death,
life must go on.
The Flaying Of The Judge Sisamnes
by Gerard David.
The judge delivered a false verdict
when he accepted a bribe.
He was skinned alive
and his hide used
to cover the chair
in which his son would
sit in judgement.
Talk about getting medieval
on one's arse.
See you shortly.
So we're hunting witches again.
You better put on that hagstone
that Buchan bought you.
-Do you believe her?
-Do you?
Even using chloroform, an old woman
wouldn't be able to bring down a man
like Barnett or Sidney Walden.
-So how do you explain what she saw?
-We should check out her father.
In the painting by Titian,
Marsyas was hung upside
down to be flayed
so the blood would run to his
brain and keep him conscious.
So?
In butchery is the same way,
animals' throats are cut
and they're hung upside
down to sanguinated.
Our killer doesn't cut the throats,
he flays the skin off.
Still,
we take his statement.
we should find out his movements.
Take an artist with you as well.
Get a likeness
of the killer from Sabina.
Miles.
Not Tracey Emin.
William Tierney Clark?
Do you want to come on through?
Straight through.
-You wanted to see me?
-Yes.
We have a witness to
the Nikolai Baldaev murder.
She describes the killer as
an old lady with a face like a witch.
-OK.
-She specifically said leathery skin.
Leatherface.
-What was that?
-Leatherface.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
-He wore a mask of human skin.
-That is fiction.
-It's a good film.
-It is pornography
loosely based,
and I mean loosely,
on the case of Ed Gein,
"The Plainfield Ghoul".
-Yeah. A famous serial killer.
-He confessed to two murders,
which does not qualify
him as a serial killer.
That's pedanticness.
-Pedantry.
-All right!
All I'm trying to say is,
maybe what Sabina saw wasn't
the killer's real face.
Maybe he wore a skin mask.
-Prepare me a file on Ed Gein.
-There's a lot of material...
Look, we have three victims already.
I don't want a fourth.
OK, can you just bite together
for me, please?
You suffering from any pain
in the ear or jaw at all?
Yeah, sometimes in the mornings.
OK, well,
I'm gonna take a quick X-ray
but it looks like you're suffering
from what we call nocturnal bruxism.
You've been grinding
your teeth at night.
Have you been under
any stress recently?
Sorry?
Are you suffering from
any kind of anxiety or tension,
particularly at night?
-Yes.
-How long's that been going on for?
A few years.
Certainly looks that way.
OK, open up.
OK, and bite down.
OK.
I'm just gonna go and prepare
the X-ray. I just need you
to hold really still for me.
Hello?
The dentist was attacked
from behind, laid out cold.
-Chloroform?
-Looks like it.
The victim was taken out
through the fire doors
to a private car park.
There are plenty of
prints on the doors.
Trouble is, they belong
to a dead man.
-Sid Walden.
-Same as before.
He's using the prints of
the last victim to attack the next.
He's toying with us.
William Tierney Clark,
19-year-old student,
Brunel University.
His records only go back six months.
Perhaps he's new to the area.
Students come from all over.
Put Kent on it.
This victims have been carefully
chosen. We need to find the link.
-What about Anjit Masud?
-Yeah, I took a statement.
We're checking it out.
Is a nice bloke, is he?
Gave me a couple of chops
for mine and Judy's tea.
Eat them tomorrow.
I'm calling a double shift.
We need a solid lead
by the end of today
otherwise this
boy ends up dead.
You want them?
Have you come across
this guy at all?
No.
Thanks for giving it
your full attention.
-What's his name again?
-William Tierney Clark.
No, doesn't ring any bells.
He was a civil engineer,
designed Hammersmith Bridge
in 1880-something.
-Came up on the quiz months ago.
-There you go. Book him.
-He did study engineering at Brunel.
-So?
So, what if he changed his name,
called himself after his hero?
A famous engineer.
My dad wanted to call me Trevor,
-after Trevor Brooking.
-Trevor Mansell?
That's a murder's name
if ever I heard one.
Yeah. He's changing his
to Chandler, aren't you?
Get off!
Looks like they've pulled a
double shift for this evening.
Have they?
Maybe we should rearrange.
Rearrange what?
-Our liaison dangereuse.
-Sorry, I'm not with you.
Here we go.
Could we perhaps
make it next week?
I know a nice Italian
place no far for here.
Ed!
I'm a married woman!
I don't think it's appropriate that I be
going out with some bloke from work, is it?
-What would my husband say?
-I see.
-We'll talk about it later.
-No, we'll talk about it now.
You seem to have got
the wrong end of the stick.
I'm not interested in you that way.
Sorry.
But your message seemed
to suggest otherwise.
-This is class.
-What message?
"I can't deny my feelings
for you any longer.
"Please meet me
tomorrow night to talk.
Wear your red bowtie
if it's a yes."
Not that I memorised it.
I really do not know what
you're talking about.
Mansell wrote it.
-Great. What did you spoil it for?
-Because it's not fair!
He was winding you up.
He emailed you from
Riley's computer.
Come on, had you going, didn't I?
Were you getting all horny
down in the dungeon?
Yes, I... I thought it was a joke
but I... I wanted to play along.
Will you excuse me?
-What?
-You're such a dick.
Oh, come on, you can't tell me
that wasn't funny.
You've got no empathy, have you?
Somebody smashed William's window in while
he was at the dentist this afternoon.
-Witnesses?
-No.
-Anything taken?
-Nothing.
We don't know if he's alive or dead.
Well, we can cross Anjit Masud's
name off the list.
He was praying at the
East London mosque
when the boy went missing.
2,000 witnesses.
Great.
Do you wanna call the press in,
get the kid's face on News At Ten
-to see that the public foward?
-It'll be too late by then.
In a missing persons case,
the first 24 hours
-are the only 24 hours.
-You think I don't know that?
-You want me to call in Wacky Jaqui?
-Who?
Jaqui Brierley.
She's a last resort.
Who's Jaqui Brierley?
She helped us out on a missing child
case back in the 90s.
She saw a vision of running water.
Led us down to the Lea Valley Reservoir
and the divers found the body
in ten minutes.
-A medium?
-Yeah.
We used her once or
twice back in the days.
She's not always right,
but when you've got no leads...
-What you looking at me like that for?
-I can't believe you'd be so gullible.
Well, I've learnt to keep
an open mind.
-A medium?
-Well, she found the girl.
So?
It was a lucky guess.
Well, we could do with a bit of luck right
now. Do you want me to call her or not?
No!
We're detectives.
We use police work.
Anything else would be just
weakness of character.
William Tierney Clark
wasn't his real name.
-He changed it when he was 18.
-Why?
His name was Andy Moyle.
He was involved in a manslaughter
case but was acquitted.
-How old?
-14.
Apparently, he confessed everything
to the first officer on the scene.
Judge threw it out cos there wasn't
an appropriate adult present.
He changed his name
to put the past behind him.
Sure sign of a guilty man.
-What about the victim?
-Constance Redman.
She had a husband,
Derek, and one son.
-See if you can track them down.
-Yes, sir.
So what are you thinking?
William Tierney Clark was acquitted on a
manslaughter charge.
Nikolai Baldaev was given
an early release from prison.
So the killer's punishing them
because the state didn't.
He wants to see them executed
for their crimes.
Watch them suffer,
like Judge Jeffreys.
What about the first victim, Harry
Barnett, did he have a record?
We have his prints on file.
A stolen car.
Yeah, was a hit and run.
Barnett was questioned
but he reported his car stolen
so the case never came to court.
-It got the file someone.
-Why didn't I know?
-I've been concentrating on cracking the code.
-Get on it! It's important!
-Sort your desk out!
-Yes, sir.
How can you think
with all this crap everywhere?
A young man's life's at stake
and all you care about is what
topping to have on your pizza!
We've gotta stay focused
otherwise we make mistakes!
All right,
it's just dodgy electrics.
Get on with your work.
Police broke into Ed Gein's farm
investigating the disappearance
of Bernice Worden,
who ran the local hardware store.
It was pitch black inside.
One of the officers bumped into
something hanging from the ceiling.
It turned out to be Bernice Worden's
decapitated body.
She'd been eviscerated
and dressed up like a deer.
Police made many other
grim discoveries on the farm.
Shoe boxes
filled with human body parts,
soup bowls made from human skulls,
a belt studded with women's nipples.
Where did he get them all from?
Gein was raised by
his puritanical mother.
When she died,
he simply couldn't cope.
He scoured the obituaries looking
for women of a similar age
then he dug them up
and he flayed them.
He fashioned himself
a female skin suit.
He removed their faces
and wore them as masks.
Just like our killer.
Maybe he robbed graves, too,
like Burke and Hare.
It's certainly worth investigating.
Though Burke and Hare
never actually robbed...
any graves.
-Thanks, Ed.
-No, thank you.
You've just given me
a very good idea.
I'll be late tonight, as well.
I haven't got time.
The boss will go nuts.
Have you traced Derek Redman yet?
-Not yet, sir, no.
-Find him!
William Tierney Clark killed his wife.
He's our prime suspect.
-Where's Riley?
-She was here a second ago.
I don't know, sir.
Looks like my old gran,
God bless her.
Get copies made.
Show it to the dentist,
William's flatmates
and Sidney Walden's wife.
Oh, and tell them
we think it's a mask.
If you're making.
Erica sends her love,
by the way.
She says you haven't
called in a while.
-I've been busy. Is that all right?
-Don't shoot the messenger.
I'm making her one of my famous
Mansell curries at the weekend.
You can join us if you like.
Hello?
Jesus!
-What are you doing here?
-I thought I heard something.
What's up?
There's still no
sign of the missing boy.
I don't really know what to do.
Maybe we should pray.
What's that?
-Oi!
-Alan!
Lads.
"PSYCHIC" JAQUI BRIERLEY
FINDS FATHER'S BODY
20 YEARS AFTER
HE WENT MISSSING
MEDIUM FINDS
MISSING GIRL
-Hello.
-Hello, this is...
And welcome to
the Happy Medium Psychic Hotline.
Do you have unanswered questions
which keep you awake at night?
They've found William Tierney Clark,
Hackney Marshes.
Damn. Call Llewellyn,
get her to meet us down there.
We don't need Llewellyn yet.
He's still alive. Just.
I hate hospitals.
They make me feel ill.
-It's that smell.
-It's just disinfectant.
I knew you'd like it.
I bet your whole house smells of it.
I don't have a house,
I have an apartment.
I don't know, I haven't been round.
Me and Judy would love to pay you
a visit, bring the kids.
-I'm sure they'd find it very boring.
-They'd be all right.
Give them some felt tips, a few
marbles. All right, just joking.
Are you for
William Tierney Clark?
It's a miracle but he's still alive.
When can we speak to him?
Once he's stable and we've
stopped him leaking everywhere.
-Shouldn't be too long.
-We'll wait.
-Yeah?
-Hello. Is it Gavin?
DC Riley. This is DC Kent.
Can we come in, please?
Dad!
Come on!
You were young once.
Yeah, maybe not.
Come on.
It was a Tuesday.
Gavin was off school
for half term.
Connie booked a log cabin
in the Forest of Dean.
So we were driving
along the motorway
and I saw these kids messing about
on the bridge up ahead.
They were chucking stuff
over the side.
And just before it hit,
I remember thinking...
.."They're gonna
get someone killed."
It wasn't very big when I seen it.
A lump of concrete.
About the size of a fist.
That was it.
She died two days later.
And they arrested Andy Moyle.
Policeman found him
crying on the step.
Said some older lads
had put him up to it.
But he was just a boy.
Younger than our Gavin.
Can I use your toilet?
Yeah.
Sorry.
-Top of the stairs, on the right.
-OK. Thanks.
Oliver.
I wonder if I might
pick your brains.
Pick away.
What can you tell me about
anthropodermic bibliopegy?
Quite a bit, actually.
In fact, you're the second person
to ask about that this month.
Jesus!
Everything all right?
-Sorry, I just...
-You've found Monty, have you?
You don't have to worry about him.
He always get a bit agitated
when he's shedding his skin.
Here we go.
Barnett, Harry.
This is the original transcript
of the meeting which took place
in the judge's private chambers
between Mr. Barnett's lawyer
and prosecution counsel.
And the court reporter's done
a handy summary at the front.
Some do, some don't.
It's pot luck.
So it was a hit and run?
That's right. Some poor homeless
guy tried to wash the windscreen.
Mind you, they are annoying.
Registration was taken
down by a passer-by,
but Mr. Barnett had already
reported the car as stolen.
-That's a bit convenient.
-Yes.
But he had an alibi.
One Sidney Walden.
Prosecution had a strong case
against Barnett.
But the witness
refused to testify,
probably an illegal,
so the judge threw it out.
And I can do you a copy...
-for £200.
-200 quid?
The scales of Lady Justice
must be balanced somehow.
William, can you hear me?
Just move your fingers a little
if you can.
-Yeah.
-My name is DI Chandler.
I'm investigating your attack.
The person who did this,
was it someone who was known to you?
We don't know
whether that means yes or no.
William,
I'm gonna give you a pen.
I know it's difficult, but write
down anything you can remember.
I can't allow that. Please.
Three people are dead already.
W?
William, we need you to remain calm.
Why can't you do this in the gents?
The taps don't work.
You'll flay your own skin off
if you're not careful.
Just give me a minute.
It started when I was ten, you know?
I missed my father's
memorial service
cos I couldn't stop
washing my hands.
My mother had to go without me.
You OK?
My father drowned himself.
I tried to save him but I...
You know, I did that,
pumped his chest.
I'm sorry.
That's when my mother
became obsessed with mediums
and spirit guides.
She wanted to know why.
Why he took his own life.
-Did she ever find the answer?
-No.
She stopped taking care
of everything.
So I had to...
I had to keep order cos...
I didn't want the world to see
that our lives...
-..had fallen apart.
-Look, I get it.
I understand.
It's a compulsion.
But it's also what makes you
a great detective.
That obsession with detail,
that forensic mind.
I don't have it.
I have local knowledge,
street smarts.
I have hunches
and 99% of them turn out to be wrong.
But you have real insight.
It's not a disability,
it's a gift.
But I can't...
I just, I can't deal with people
the way that you can.
Fine.
That's what makes us a great team.
Maybe they should put
your brain in my body.
Mind you, then you really would have
something to get OCD about.
I'm gonna wait outside.
And hey...
This case is from Bristol in 1821.
A young man called John Horwood
saw his ex-girlfriend, Eliza,
out walking with her new partner.
He threw a stone at her
and fractured her skull.
She was operated on by this man,
Dr. Richard Smith.
But she died after the operation
caused an abscess.
Dr. Smith testified against Horwood
and he was hanged
on Friday 13th April
at Bristol New Jail.
Here's the disturbing bit. You're
not squeamish, are you?
Not at all.
Dr Smith dissected the body
in front of his students.
But then he hired
a bookbinder to tan
Horwood's flayed skin
which he used to bind a ledger,
a record of the trial,
including Horwood's confession.
A book of human skin.
I remember the same thing happened to
William Burke of Burke and Hare fame,
but I wasn't sure if it was
just a myth.
It wasn't uncommon.
It dates back to at least
the 17th century.
You said I was the second person
to ask about this.
-Quite a coincidence.
-Who was the first?
We're bringing in
Derek Redman's son, Gavin.
He's young, he's angry,
he's a fan of serial killers.
He's bang on profile.
Get this, sarge,
he keeps a snake in his bedroom.
And it's shedding its skin.
OK. I'll keep you posted. Bye.
-Gavin Redman?
-He works here.
-Definitely came to work today?
-Yeah, he's here.
Gavin!
Stay still!
Cuff him.
Gavin Redman,
I'm arresting you under Section 18
of the Offences
Against the Person Act.
-I didn't do it!
-You do not have to say anything...
Let's go.
Here we go.
A gentleman came
in three weeks ago
and bought books
on occult practices
and two on leather tanning
and bookbinding.
-Could I see?
-I don't want to get anyone into any trouble.
I have a duty to protect my clients.
This does pertain to a murder.
Time is of the essence.
-Murder? Surely you don't think...
-Oliver, this could save lives!
I can come back with my boss
if you want me to?
I need to speak to the boss.
I've got the transcript
of the Harry Barnett case.
He killed a homeless guy,
Walden lied to give him an alibi.
It fits the pattern.
They got away with murder.
Yeah, well, you're too late.
The killer's right here.
Didn't I see you at the gallery
last week?
Are you a fan of
Sebastian Marlow's work?
Why did you run away when my
colleagues came to talk to you?
I dunno.
You must've known we were onto you.
When did you find out
that Andy Moyle
had changed his name
to William Tierney Clark?
-A journalist told me.
-We know that, what journalist?
-Karen something. Does it matter?
-Yeah, it matters.
-What did you do then?
-Found out where he lived.
I've got a mate at Brunel,
so it was easy.
What about Nikolai Baldaev?
He was just a practice, wasn't he?
A dry run.
I've never seen him before
in my life.
What exactly did you do to William?
At first I just sent
him anonymous letters.
I wanted to scare him.
And then I shoved dog shit
through his letterbox.
-Yesterday...
-You skinned him
and left him for dead
on Hackney Marshes.
No!
I put a brick through his window.
A brick?
He killed my mum!
I wish he was dead.
Check his story.
I believe him.
-I'll run you off a copy, if that would help?
-Wonderful, thank you.
-Nobody else knows about this?
-No,
it's a private
theory at the moment.
But one that could earn me
great kudos with my boss.
-There may even be another book in it.
-Quite.
-After you.
-Thank you.
Yes, this really could be
quite a breakthrough.
Dear God.
You really, really shouldn't
have come back here, Mr Buchan.
You're far too clever
for your own good.
Now I'm going to have to punish you,
as well.
The boy's story is watertight.
He's just an angry kid lashing out.
-So we're back to square one?
-No, no, no.
The answer's here somewhere. We just have
to find it. Some it's in these cases.
Let's go back to basics.
Motive, means and methods.
The motive's gotta be revenge.
Punishing the guilty that got away.
Maybe the killer was a victim
of a crime himself.
It was probably unsolved.
That sense of injustice.
I'll get a list going.
See if you can find Buchan,
I want his input.
I'll go.
All right, what about means?
How does he know about these cases
if they never went to court?
-Was it the same judge?
-No, it's a different judge and counsel.
The only people present
at the Barnett case were
lawyers, the judge...
Who transcribed the record
of the William Tierney Clark case?
The court stenographer,
Oliver Diggory.
Same here,
the court stenographer,
always present in every case,
recording the proceedings.
-Witness to hundreds of crimes.
-And miscarriages of justice.
Diggory also worked
for Nikolai's lawyer.
He transcribed calls
to and from Russia.
The answer was under our noses
the whole time.
-Diggory, I know that name.
-Buchan not there, sir.
Buchan left a note to say
he's gone to do more research.
God.
I know who it is.
Native Americans believe
that every creature
is born with enough brains
to tan their own hide.
I'm using pig brains,
which I thought quite apt.
Woman across the road
in the launderette
said she saw a man
come in here about two hours ago.
-Said he had a bag and a brolly.
-Did she see him come back out again?
-No.
-It might not be Ed.
Lots of people carry brollies,
don't they?
Does pong a bit, I'm afraid.
But it makes the skin
easier to work with.
Keep looking,
we have to find an address.
A second home,
a lock-up, anything.
What's this?
It looks like till receipts.
It's stenotype,
it's a kind of shorthand
used by court reporters.
He must've
brought his work home with him,
there's hundreds of cases here.
Diggory was writing a book
about miscarriages of justice.
There's rejection letters
from about 15 publishers here.
No-one would touch it.
Looks like he took the law
into his own hands.
Human leather
is the softest in nature
because it has the
smallest grain size.
Feel.
It's a book made from human skin.
This book will last a lifetime.
This is the full and final confession
of the murderer Harry Barnett.
I took a nice strip
from Sidney Walden's back
so that I could finish the spine.
I made a little joke.
He lied, you see, Mr. Buchan.
And had to be punished.
Just as you have to be punished.
You said yourself you
made mistakes in the past.
Girls died
and you were responsible.
But now you can assuage that guilt.
And a little piece of you
will live on.
You can be archived.
Isn't that comforting?
Hello, sir. I've spoken to
my man at the Old Bailey.
He says Diggory's
mother was mugged
outside a bookshop
18 months ago.
She was in a coma for six months
and Diggory took time off work
to sit by her every day.
-No arrest was ever made.
-Where's the nursing home?
Well, she's dead, sir.
-Find out where she was buried, we...
-Look!
-Hang on, I'll call you back.
-OK.
That's what the boy drew.
A big W.
Woolgar Paper Mill.
-I've seen that somewhere before.
-Wait, wait.
It's here.
This is where he gets
his transcribing paper.
Find the address.
This is all I've got left of her.
The undertaker
was very accommodating.
I asked if I could
seal the coffin myself.
"Take all the time you need,"
he said.
Mother knew what I was going to do.
She approved.
A cast of her face.
A perfect likeness.
Some people call it a death mask.
But I've made a life mask.
It's the last thing
the murderers see before they die.
Run a PNC check, see if the car
belongs to Diggory.
I'm on it.
Ed?
Ed?
Ed!
Backup's on its way!
You'll be fine.
Look out!
Police!
-Boss, you all right?
-Yes. Take care of Ed.
Vengeance is mine,
said the Lord!
I shall repay!
Here, look at this.
I got it from the courtroom.
You plug it in
for an instant translation.
-Guilty.
-I cracked the code.
Yeah, a bit late now.
What is your problem?
Ed.
We weren't expecting you.
Oh, the doctor told me
not to come in today,
but I said I'd rather get
straight back on the horse.
Well, I'm glad you're OK.
-Sorry, I didn't mean...
-No, no.
I was just looking up that
"vengeance is mine" quote.
"If your enemy is hungry, feed him.
"If he is thirsty,
give him a drink.
"For in so doing, you will heap
coals of fire upon his head.
"Do not be overcome by evil.
"You overcome evil with good."
If only it was that easy.
Do you believe in all of that?
-What?
-The afterlife.
I was brought up a Catholic,
I have to hedge my bets.
Is that why you consulted a psychic?
No, the family asked for her.
What's all this about?
We caught the guy,
the case is closed.
No,
we didn't catch him.
He chose to die.
He taunted me.
Look, we've all been through a lot,
everybody's on edge.
Why don't we take the team
down to the pub for a drink?
Give everyone a lift.
We'll go to the one
with the nice toilets.
I've got a lot of paperwork to do.
Well, he was screaming
and screaming,
"Come and kill it!
Gerard, come and save me!"
They are down there!
She was killed by the black swine!
-What is it? What is it?
-Look at me! Look at me!
-Leave me alone!
-Get SOCOs here now.
I will kill if I have to.
-We're surrounded! Just surrender!
-There is no surrender! Only death.
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