Lynley (2025) s01e04 Episode Script

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The death he died,
he died to sin once for all.
But the life he lives,
he lives to God.
So, you too must count
yourselves dead to sin,
but alive to God
in Christ Jesus.
Therefore, do not let sin
reign in your mortal body,
so that you obey
its evil desires.
Do not offer any part
of yourself to sin
as an instrument of wickedness.
But rather offer
yourselves to God
as those who have been
brought from death to life.
-Amen.
-Amen.
-Amen.
-Body of Christ.
Body of Christ. Body of Christ.
Amen.
-Amen.
-Body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
The Body of Christ.
Amen.
Amen.
The Body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
You need to leave right now.
What's your problem?
You can't stop me
from being here.
What are you doing?
Ryan, help me. Get out!
-Chill out!
-Get out!
-Get off me!
-Out!
Get off me!
If you come back here again,
I'll make you wish you hadn't.
Isn't Jesus supposed
to love everyone?
Yeah. Well, he draws
the line at you, pal.
Oh, you think you're so special.
And you think you're holy!
You're no better
than the rest of us.
I know what goes on here.
I know what you do.
Are you two going
to be much longer?
Well
only a couple of hours or so.
Just wait. I've almost
got her cornered.
Hey, Mum.
Wanna get yourself another tea?
Hello?
Hey!
You little sod.
Hey, come here!
Hey, come back!
You picked the wrong
person there, mate.
Thank you.
And that's for you.
You're under arrest, mate!
Come on. Right through here.
Right, through here.
Well, that was a schlepp.
Okay. Name?
Let's try and get through
this as quick as we can, yeah?
Kimmo.
-Surname?
-Thorne.
-Age?
-Seventeen.
You're too young to
be living like this.
Where are your parents?
Right. What about,
uh, home address?
It's not a trick question.
Where exactly are you living?
Right. Uh, empty out
your pockets, please.
Let me see your phone.
The guy's an addict.
Transient. Homeless.
So?
So, if I let him out on
bail, he's just gonna
vanish.
You wanna lock him up?
For stealing a wallet with
twenty quid in it? Come off it.
Have you tried contacting
social services?
Yeah. Waiting for
them to call me back.
Why'd you bring him here?
Yarmouth was full.
They're using the police cells
to help cope with
the prison overflow.
-It's chaos.
-Uh-hmm. Yeah.
Where is it not chaos?
You hungry?
Fish and chips on the seafront.
Classy guy.
Well
I wanted to be different
to all the other viscounts.
Hmm.
Uh-mmm.
You can't beat it.
It's the king of fast food.
I do remember
when we were at Oxford,
and you were with Freddie,
you'd always come round
to our place and cook.
Hmm.
I'd be crawling back from
the pub with a greasy kebab.
And you'd be there
with a casserole.
Yeah.
Playing at being grown-ups.
I think we wouldn't have been
right for each other back then.
-Hmm?
-No.
Had to go and do a
bit of living first.
Anyway, you're much
cuter than you were.
Well, you're the same.
Just as disarming.
Just as blunt.
Well
Oh sugar.
What's up?
Havers is calling me.
Sorry. It's not much of a date.
It's fine.
Go do a job.
Thanks.
-I'll call you.
-Yeah.
Yeah. Sure.
Good afternoon.
-Hey.
-Yeah.
I only just got here.
Uh, who needs a lunch break?
Hiya. Round the
back, by the bins.
Shop owner found him.
Heard a dog barking.
Probably thought it'd got
hold of a rat or something.
Alright.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, I know. It's bad.
No. I know him.
I arrested him.
Yeah, look, he's still
got the ink on his hands
from where I took
his fingerprints.
Yeah.
Those are nasty wounds.
His name's Kimmo.
Kimmo Thorne.
It's a single stab
wound. Very deep.
He bled to death, Inspector.
Well, there was no
blood beside the body.
Suggests he was moved.
You see where his
hands have been bound?
He was manacled.
These are restraint marks.
Like an animal at
a slaughterhouse.
Yeah. And also, there
are signs of torture.
His palms and his feet.
Someone's been at
him with a cigarette.
None of those were present
when I arrested him.
You know, it's not my place
to comment, of course.
But?
His last few hours
were probably agony.
It would be nice
if you could get this one.
Social services took
him into custody.
Says he ran away from
the accommodation.
He didn't give any contacts?
Names of family?
Nope. Just name,
prints, and DNA.
'Kimmo'?
Is that Scandinavian?
Accent was definitely English.
Could be a drug-gang
execution, you know?
Do you think?
Yeah, I've seen this
sort of thing before.
If he didn't pay his debts.
You okay?
Just feel like I'm responsible.
Feel like I'm involved.
You know the way the system
is. Don't beat yourself up.
We're not social workers.
No. But
he obviously needed the
money more than I did.
Maybe it could have saved him
if I hadn't dragged him in.
It's your job to drag him in.
Doesn't matter.
At the end of the day,
maybe he'd still be alive.
I think I've found something.
Stop and search report.
Different name. Dennis Thorne.
Same date of birth, though.
Registered as living
with his grandmother.
Unfortunately, she
died last Christmas.
Brianna?
One of the guys at the hostel
mentioned where to find you.
Ulrike Karlsson. I'm the
vicar at St. Michael's.
Yeah, I know who you
are. What do you want?
You sent one of
your lads to church.
'My lads'?
I know he's one
of your salesmen.
I've seen him before.
I don't want him there, okay?
Keen to make
enemies, aren't you?
Keen to shut your doors.
It's not very Christian.
Don't think if you slap my face,
I'm just gonna turn
the other cheek.
Do you know your bible?
Jesus kicked the merchants
out of the temple.
-You don't scare me.
-If he comes to church again,
I'll call the police.
Do you understand?
Since when do you need police?
I thought you people
could do miracles.
The police will be
needed to scrape him
off the pavement afterwards.
No, no, but seriously, folks,
here's to Derek Horwood.
To a long and happy retirement.
I bet your wife can't wait.
We'll miss you. I
hope you'll miss us.
But I tell you what,
he's not gonna miss
the paperwork, is he?
Well done, mate.
Se se seriously, though
Sir, the case update.
Um, yeah, well, look,
I'm against the clock,
but let's, uh, run
through it now.
Nothing from forensics?
Well, I think he
was sleeping rough.
His whole body is a mess
of different fibres.
Witnesses?
Time of death was
between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m.
We've knocked on doors.
Been up and down the street.
No one was about when the
body was dumped there.
Right. Security
cameras in the alley?
Out of action. It's
a total dead zone.
Right.
Well, you've, uh, you've
ticked all the boxes.
Yeah.
I'm gonna hand the case
on to someone else.
Someone junior.
Sir, I don't want
to give up on it.
-Not, not yet.
-Yeah, look
I've got one of my
top men retiring.
I need you to take on his case.
A high-risk missing person.
Yeah, of course, I will.
But I still wanna keep
-focusing on this.
-Oh, hang on. Oh, no.
There is, uh
one more thing I need from you.
Uh, we've had a request.
Huh?
From the University.
-Sorry?
-Professor Milne.
School of Psychology.
He's one of our
behavioural advisers.
Top of his field.
Uh, he's looking for someone
to help out with a tutorial.
I'm not really sure
I qualify, Sir.
Look, you just need to run
through some case studies.
Horwood used to do it,
but he's leaving, so
The students need some
professional input.
It's only an hour of your time,
now you're off the Thorne case.
There you go.
Good man.
Hi. Do you know where
Professor Milne is?
He's just down the corridor.
-Third door on the right.
-Thanks.
Professor Milne?
Inspector Lynley.
MIT. Three Counties Major Crime.
-DCI Nies sent me.
-Yes, of course.
Thank you for coming.
I'm sure this is the
last thing you need.
Okay. We are all
done here, Jamie.
-Thank you very much.
-Thank you, Sir.
We're immensely
grateful for your time.
I, uh, I teach on the Criminal
Psychology course here.
Obviously, it can
be quite dry.
We find that real professionals
can inspire the students.
Sure. Well, I, uh, I
did a degree myself
and, uh well, the quality
of the teaching is everything.
What? In Criminology?
-Law, actually.
-Oh.
Was that local?
No. Uh, University of Oxford.
Wow. Not your typical
police inspector.
I was worried about this
becoming a subject for analysis.
Sorry. Force of habit.
Look, let me buy
you a cup of tea.
How long have you worked here?
Oh, eight years now.
But I'm about to move on.
-Really? Where?
-Just across the street.
Senate House.
I've been elected
Vice-Chancellor.
Wow. Well, that's impressive.
Thank you.
Emma?
Oh! Sorry. I was just
No, you're alright. I
was just gonna lock up.
Oh, I, I can do it.
I'm Duty Warden this week.
Okay.
Everything alright?
Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.
Yeah, no, I just, like
I said, I was just
How's everything at home?
Quiet.
You know, now Mum's gone.
She was such a strong woman.
A real force of nature.
Never afraid to speak her mind.
Church was her life.
Meant everything to her.
And what about Ryan?
How's he coping?
It's hard to tell.
He goes out a lot.
Doesn't talk much.
-Gethyn?
-Hiya.
We were just gonna
go through some
Church Warden business.
Okay. Uh, sorry.
I'll I'll I'll
leave you to it.
So?
Alright.
Last week on the job, is it?
Yeah.
Thirty-two years.
Was still in short trousers
when I started here.
Have you got any plans?
Me and the missus are
gonna do a cruise.
Mediterranean.
Nice. Well
Missing you already.
Torture.
Burns.
I've been trawling databases.
There's a case in
Ormesby four months ago.
Jared Reid.
Victim of knife crime.
Perpetrator never found.
Okay. So, why are
you telling me this?
Because there's a
link to Kimmo Thorne.
Look, Nies has waved us off
the Thorne case, I told you.
Well, I'm not giving
up that easily.
-Havers!
-No, look.
I've been looking
at murder cases
that have distinct similarities.
Okay. This one.
It's one of DI Horwood's cases.
There are some things
that are different.
There's no restraint marks.
But look there's
a connection.
Burns on the hands
and on the feet.
Have you got an address?
Uh, last address
he gave was some
some church.
Shall we?
Perfect, thank you.
Vegan pizza or veggie lasagne?
I'm afraid we're
not here for lunch.
-Who's in charge here, please?
-Oh.
Um, you'll wanna
speak to the Reverend.
Uh, Ricky?
Just that lady in the apron.
Thanks.
What can I get you?
Pizza or veggie lasagne?
Reverend?
-Ulrike Karlsson.
-Hi.
Inspector Lynley. This
is Sergeant Havers.
So, uh, you run a charity
here from the church?
The vegetarian kitchen.
All food is donated
by local supermarkets.
Woah. That's impressive.
We use the money to fund
the hostel across the road.
And what's the hostel for?
It's a shelter for drug addicts.
There's a dozen rooms where
we can accommodate them.
They come and eat their
meals here as well.
They just need a roof
over their heads.
And, uh, everyone
mixes together?
The customers and the addicts?
Do you think we should keep
them in little pens, Inspector?
No. Uh, so sorry.
I'm sorry, what is this about?
Well, we need to ask about
one of your visitors.
Oh, of course.
Who is it this time?
What have they done to
upset you, Inspector?
You do know, addiction
is an illness.
If you treat it like a crime
Jared Reid.
Now he was killed
about four months ago.
I'm sorry, yes.
Yes, I, um I do
know about that.
The police came and
spoke to us at the time.
Hmm.
He was in with a very bad crowd.
The dealer hangs around
the church sometimes.
And, uh, there's woman up
in Bradwell, a supplier.
Ooh. Have you got a name for us?
Brianna Strachan her name is.
-She's a nasty piece of work.
-Ah.
The dealer's been
back here recently.
Our guests are easy targets.
Do you mind my asking, uh,
how long was Jared here?
A month.
This isn't a permanent home.
It's it's a half-way house.
Four weeks they can stay,
so long as they don't use.
Did, uh, Jared have any
particular friends here?
Like, was he close
to any of the members
of the congregation or?
Well, everyone spends
time with my curate.
One to one.
Counselling.
We'll need to speak to him.
He should be next door.
Hello?
Be there in a minute.
Sir look.
Kimmo had the same card.
-Reverend Strong?
-Hiya.
Um I'm in a real rush. Um
you couldn't possibly
give me a hand here?
Uh, yeah.
It's the local primary
school, uh, Jesus's story.
Oops.
Bless you. Thank you.
Whoa. That's a bit brutal.
Crucifixion is brutal.
Well, yeah, but
made by school kids.
The cross stands
while the world turns.
Detective Inspector Lynley.
-This is Sergeant Havers.
-Sorry.
Gethyn. How can I help you?
Jared Reid?
Ah.
Yeah.
Poor soul.
Can you tell us what
you remember about him?
He didn't open up all that much.
We had a couple of
counselling sessions.
Ulrike the project
is basically her doing.
I try to sprinkle a
little bit of religion on,
but most of the time they're
just looking for a free meal.
When was Jared here?
July, August-time.
Uh, he came to all
the discussion groups.
How does that work?
Basic indoctrination?
Ah. Oh, dear, I'm
I'm guessing you've had a
bad experience, Sergeant.
What was he like?
Jared was a troubled young man.
He'd been neglected
most of his childhood.
Just, uh, trying to find
his way out of hell.
Trying to walk in the light.
Ulrike, she's the
practical type.
She gives them a place to live
something to eat.
And you're there for what?
Spiritual nourishment?
"Man cannot live
by bread alone."
Yup. I've heard the theory.
But you don't agree with it?
-Look,
did anyone ever threaten Jared?
Were there people
he was afraid of?
He only had one enemy. And
that was his own addiction.
And how do you conquer that?
Prayer is our weapon.
Anyway, sorry, I, I do
really need to get on, so
Sure. Yeah. I, um
I don't suppose you
ever happened to
come across another young man?
Kimmo Thorne?
Yes, he was with us.
But he left a week ago.
Got chucked out for
flouting the rules using.
Why?
What's happened?
You gave the curate a hard time.
Sorry. Couldn't help it.
Why?
Well, when my brother died,
they all came sniffing
round the house.
People think they
can exploit you
when you're at your lowest ebb.
What were you doing just then?
Don't worry about it.
Kimmo Thorn and Jared Reid
were both residents
at the same hostel,
run by the church.
Jared was there last August.
Kimmo was there last week.
The curate just confirmed it.
Okay. So, what's the connection?
-Tony?
-Well, Kimmo's phone, I, um
extracted some information
from the SIM card.
He basically only used
it for one number.
The exact same number
was on Jared's phone.
His dealer, we reckon.
There's a dealer who's been
hanging round the church.
And a supplier up in Bradwell.
I've sent a team up there to
run surveillance on the estate.
Can we trace the number?
It's out of service.
But there was no
flag on it, and it
should at least have
been followed up.
Okay, let's, let's
assume they're both connected
to the same drug gang.
Uh-hmm. And one of the gang
hangs around at the hostel.
Could be two
drug-gang executions,
using similar methods.
Okay. I'm sold.
You're both back on the case.
See what you can dig up.
Dismissed.
Well, that was
relatively painless.
Nice work.
Right, we need to
talk to Horwood.
He was the SIO on
Jared's case, right?
Hmm.
There's nothing I can tell
you that isn't on the file.
Bloke gets into a
fight in a car park.
No apparent witnesses.
Right. Well, what about his
involvement with a drug gang?
-We didn't find any links.
-What about his phone?
Did you chase up
any of the numbers?
Nothing came of
it. We interviewed
all the relevant witnesses.
But come on, he was
tortured as well as stabbed.
Burns on his hands
and on his feet.
I've got nothing
more to give you.
-Mate
-Good luck with it.
Wow. That's an example of
a thorough investigation.
Sir?
Tony.
Still extracting stuff
from Kimmo's phone.
Found some selfies.
Thought you might
wanna take a look.
What's that in the background?
Is that a person?
I can't work it out either.
I can try running it
past the tech guys.
Yeah, clean it up.
See what you can get.
Yes, Sir.
There's something about
the wound pattern.
It's bugging me.
Inspector, I didn't expect
to see you back here so soon.
-This is Sergeant Havers. My DS.
-Hello.
I was wondering if quid pro quo,
you might help us.
-Of course.
-Thanks.
Ahh.
Two deaths.
Four months apart.
They've both been
killed with a blade.
Evidence that both
victims were tortured.
And there's a similar
pattern of burns
on both their bodies.
We think the cases
are connected.
In the second victim, there's
there's evidence
he was restrained,
but with Jared, the first case,
it it's a different story.
There's also another connection
with the two of them.
Is it to do with the church?
Yeah. How did you know?
Oh, it's the burns, Sergeant.
Look there is a religious
significance to them.
I'd had the same thought.
You've just confirmed it.
What? What are talking about?
Well, these are the
wounds of Christ.
Stigmata.
We think the victims might have
been connected to a drug gang.
And this was maybe a
method of execution.
I suppose it could be.
But you're not convinced?
No, it just seems unlikely.
I mean, look at the
significance of the branding.
Perhaps his fantasy is that
he is some kind of redeemer.
Sinners that need cleansing.
Transgressors that have fallen.
Perhaps
it's not even just death.
Some kind of purification.
Emma, I'm home.
Hiya. Dinner's ready.
How was college?
I saw you this afternoon.
For what we're about to receive,
may the Lord make
us truly grateful.
-Amen.
-Amen.
Enjoy.
Yeah, I was, uh, on the bus.
Went through town.
I saw you sat on your
own out by the park.
Do you not hang out with
friends, then, or?
Ryan?
I prefer being on my own.
I wish you'd talk to me more.
I don't really have
anything to say.
I miss her.
We both miss her.
I'm gonna take
this up to my room.
Okay?
Oh, cheers for helping
me set up, man.
Your student night's
always been good business.
Yeah.
Alright. That's it.
That's the last of it.
Alright.
-Cheers for that, mate.
-Yeah. No problem.
Can I, uh, can I
have my money, then?
What, you're not
sticking around?
No. Not tonight.
-Well what are you up to?
-Just night-work, you know.
I don't know how you stomach it.
I'll see you soon, though, yeah?
-Alright, cheers.
Safe.
-Something you need?
-You're wasting your time.
Junkie gets in a fight.
We've all seen it a
thousand times before.
Right. Yeah.
So, you just did
the bare minimum
and then went back to
sitting on your arse
and reading the racing
tips in the paper?
Always had a smart mouth,
haven't you, Sergeant?
A boy died a few days ago.
Stabbed to death
on the seafront.
-I know.
-Yeah?
Well, the killings
might be connected.
So, if you had done your job,
maybe he'd still
be alive right now.
Pretty sure of
yourself, aren't you?
A dealer was seen at the church.
The vicar said she
told you about it.
Why didn't you track him down?
I'll be so glad to
see the back of you.
What a shame. My heart's
absolutely breaking right now.
Whatever, Havers.
Helen!
I was about to leave.
I've been ringing.
Sorry.
My phone was on silent.
I completely forgot
you were coming. Sorry.
Don't get involved with me.
I brought wine.
Unless you're still on call.
No, I reckon I'm pretty
safe to start drinking.
Can you open it, though?
Because I have to eat something.
I'm famished.
I'm assuming if we
do start dating,
there's gonna be a lot of this.
This?
Snatching moments at
the end of the evening.
Sorry.
It's alright.
As long as I know
what I'm getting into.
It's tough maintaining
a relationship.
Believe me, I've tried.
It's alright. I'm past it.
We haven't talked
about monogamy.
Sorry? What?
Well I'm just
putting it out there.
I was going to sort of
work up to it, but you
keep having to dash off,
so I thought I'd just broach it.
I see other people.
-Okay.
-And I'm assuming you do too.
So, do you want to
keep going like that,
or are you looking for
something a bit more permanent?
Uh
You really just come right
out with it, don't you?
Well, I mean, we
could dance around it
for a bit, if you like.
Like dating couples do. Or
we could just skip that part.
I have quite a low
threshold for bullshit.
Yeah, I'm getting that.
I don't see other people, Helen.
I don't really
see anyone at all.
I haven't really
dated in a while.
And, um
to be honest,
I'm not sure I'm comfortable
being on a slate.
Okay.
So?
So, I guess
I like the idea of a commitment.
Tommy
the only thing that you're
committed to is your work.
But if you wanna
give this is a go
I do too.
Right?
I think we should probably
kiss or something.
Yeah. Let's do it.
-Morning.
-Morning.
Well, where are we heading?
You heard what the
professor said yesterday.
-Mm-hmm.
-A redeemer.
Maybe we're barking
up the wrong tree.
Maybe there's not a
drug- gang connection.
I wanna go to the church again.
Pay the curate a visit.
Uh
Don't worry about it.
I don't know what I can tell you
that I haven't already.
Well, we think the two murders
may have some sort of
religious dimension.
Oh. Right.
But that's it's unthinkable.
And do you know of anyone
in your congregation
who showed a special
interest in Jared or Kimmo?
Anyone seen following them?
Reverend Karlsson did
say you were the one
who was closest to them both.
Well, I know all my
parishioners well.
We're like a very close family.
I think you're barking
up the wrong tree
Inspector.
Also, I'm afraid we need
to know your movements.
What?
On the nights Jared and
Kimmo were murdered.
Right.
You think I would do
something like this?
I know it's difficult, but
it's for elimination purposes.
Where were you last
Thursday night?
I I must have been here.
Is there anyone who
can vouch for you?
I can.
And you're certain?
I made dinner. Thursday's
one of the few nights
Geth doesn't work, so
Yeah, Thursdays have always
just been for me and Caroline.
And now, I'd like you
to leave, Inspector.
I'm tired.
Well, we'll be in touch.
Come on. What is it?
She's pregnant. And he's
sleeping downstairs.
Did you see the bed made up?
Of course.
Kimmo was killed
around 2 a.m. So
So, how would she even know if
her husband was in the house?
Yeah.
Well, well, didn't think I'd be
seeing your cheerful face again.
You told me you was retiring.
-Yeah.
-So? What is it?
Apparently one of your
boys has been seen
hanging round the church again.
And I warned you,
when Jared Reid was killed,
St. Michael's is off limits.
Look after yourself, Brianna.
I'll see you.
What are you thinking?
The first murder, like you said,
he was killed where he
was discovered, right?
Well, with Kimmo, he was moved.
So, he must have been
restrained somewhere.
Maybe he's perfecting
his method.
There's someone waiting.
From the church, he says.
Eager to see you, Sir.
I'm one of the altar servers
at St. Michael's.
How can we help you, Ryan?
I I heard the news.
Someone else has been killed.
Yeah, that's right.
I'm sorry.
Just wondered if
you guys were, um,
were anywhere closer to
finding the guy who did it?
I'm just worried that
we might all be in danger.
Oh. Well, Ryan, you're
unlikely to be a target.
You see, both the victims
were from the hostel.
Okay.
Is there something you
came here to tell us?
Um
I was in the church
late at night.
One of my jobs is
is to clean up,
like mop the floors and stuff.
And you saw something?
Uh-hmm.
And what was it?
I never felt
comfortable around him.
He always made me feel uneasy,
like he was watching me.
Who are we talking
about here, Ryan?
And then that that
bloke he was stripping off.
-Sorry? What?
-Yeah, like, like, um,
-taking his clothes off.
-What bloke?
Kimmo, the the young lad
that died. That was his name.
Was there someone else
in the church with him?
Is everything alright?
Can we come in?
We have a warrant to
search your property.
Come in.
-And we need to check upstairs.
-Yes, of course.
Let's bag it.
May God forgive you
coming in here like this.
You might ask him
to forgive you too.
Isn't lying forbidden?
And to be clear, you've waived
your rights to a solicitor.
I've nothing to hide, Inspector.
Thursday night.
You told us you were at home.
My wife told you,
she was with me.
And you sleep in separate rooms?
She's pregnant. I don't
want to disturb her.
You could have left the
house without her knowing.
I could have, but as
it happens I didn't.
We have a witness,
says he saw you with Kimmo.
He says that he was
undressing
in front of you.
It's a ceremony
a Christian rite.
Well, that's how baptisms were
conducted by early Christians.
So, as part of your counselling
with these young men,
you require them to strip down?
Ask them.
Ask any of them. Ask them if
there was anything untoward.
They took off their shirts
off in the church hall
and were sprayed
with holy water.
It's a symbolic gesture.
A symbol of renewal.
Who do these belong to?
I smoke two cigarettes a day.
How's it relevant?
Jared and Kimmo
before they were killed,
both of them were
burned with cigarettes.
In the pattern of stigmata.
Did you hear what he said
about cleansing them with water?
It's exactly what the
professor told us.
Yeah. Well
we let forensics loose
in the church hall
and on the vicarage.
Go and speak to them, would you?
-Hmm.
Oh, is there somewhere we
could have a quiet word?
Yeah.
Fire escape?
Hello?
In here.
Hiya.
What's going on?
Where is everyone?
Hostel's empty.
Everyone's left.
Why? What's happened?
The police were just here.
They took Gethyn away with them.
Ooh.
There's something missing.
-What do you mean?
-From the first murder.
-What? Jared Reid?
-Yeah. Have a look.
Been going crazy. I've
been trawling through
all of the original
paperwork since yesterday.
-Okay.
-Dug them out,
the SIO's pocketbook
had been removed.
It was logged in, but
it's not here now.
You reported Gethyn
to the police?
I had to. I saw them together.
Him and that young bloke.
You don't know what you saw.
You've made this
all up in your head!
They were in the church. He
was taking his clothes off,
and Gethyn was watching him.
You're sick
Ryan. You know that?
I had to tell them!
This is just to get
back at me, isn't it?
-Horwood?
-Mm-hmm.
And he logged on to
the HOLMES system,
trawling through
all his old files.
I reckon there's something
in the Jared Reid case
he doesn't want us to find.
And you're sure there's
a missing pocketbook?
All his original handwritten
notes, they're gone.
You got another
visitor, Inspector.
This one seems rather agitated.
Hi.
Inspector.
Yeah.
He's not responsible.
Sorry? I I don't understand.
Gethyn.
Reverend Strong. He
he didn't do this.
He did not hurt those young men.
Honestly, if you see
the work he did
I'm not looking for a
character reference. I'm sorry.
He was with me.
The night Kimmo was killed.
His wife doesn't know.
Maybe she suspects.
He was with me at my house.
Okay.
We're having an affair.
Me and Geth.
Right.
He has an alibi?
Not a very good one
for an Anglican curate.
Well?
He was in bed with one
of his parishioners.
Ho-ho, naughty boy.
Which commandment is that?
She vouched for him.
And you believe her?
Phone records check out.
And we have Emma
Kilfoyle's doorbell camera.
Catches him entering
her premises.
He was definitely at her home
the night Kimmo
Thorne was killed.
It seems the ceremony was
exactly what he says it was.
A baptism.
We've had to release him.
Okay. So
anything else?
What? What is it?
There's another possible
aspect to this investigation.
Meaning?
DI Horwood was the original SIO
-on the Jared Reid case.
-Uh-huh.
So? So what?
So
his pocketbook is missing.
It's no longer in the box
with the other case documents.
I'm sorry?
What exactly are you suggesting?
Missing evidence.
I think you need to speak
to Professional Standards.
Are you serious, Inspector?
Look, two young drug
addicts are dead.
There's a chance their
deaths are linked
to a drug cartel,
you said so yourself!
Yeah, I know what
I said. What of it?
We know the beaches of Norfolk
are a magnet for
drug traffickers.
They practically
own this county.
Where are you going with this?
Jared Reid's killer
has never been found.
But Horwood barely even
scratched the surface.
He didn't follow up leads.
Now his pocketbook is missing.
Who knows what was in it?
I'm asking if there's
a possible connection
between Horwood and the gang.
You're accusing
him of corruption.
Look, Sir, I wouldn't say it
You're really gonna come in here
and bad-mouth a
well-respected officer
without even a
shred of evidence?
I'm simply passing on the
information to my superior.
Information? You have given
me nothing, Inspector.
If vital paperwork
has been removed,
you can't just sweep
it under the carpet!
Just because he's an ex-
colleague and a golfing buddy.
You better shut your
mouth right now!
It's all happening
again, isn't it? Hmm?
Exactly like it was
between us in London.
You walk in like
you own the place
and start trying to
question my authority.
Are you gonna go to my
superiors again, are you?
Hmm? Deliberately to
try and undermine me?
Tell me you didn't
know about Horwood.
Oh, I hope you're not
accusing me, Inspector.
That would be very unwise.
-You alright?
-Hmm.
You got a gig at
the uni tonight?
Mm-hmm.
Here you are.
Something to help them
party away another night.
Police are on the prowl.
You need to keep an eye out.
Alright.
Where's your friend?
-Friend?
-The cute one
who's always fetching
and carrying for you.
Ain't he working tonight?
Yeah. He's working.
He'll be down by the seafront.
Alright.
You, er, fancy taking a walk?
-Yeah, why not?
-Right.
I know somewhere we can go.
-There you go.
-There you are, mate.
Keep the change.
There you are, lads.
Ooh, Little Lord Fauntleroy
is down from his pedestal.
I need to talk to you.
-Jared Reid.
-Oh, mate, look,
I've clocked off. And
for good this time.
Hmm.
Try not to miss me too much.
Jesus Christ! Do
you ever give up?
I told you I've got
nothing more to say to you.
Jared Reid.
The pocketbook is missing.
Did you take it?
Watch it, Brideshead.
You don't want to
go around accusing people.
Who killed him?
Who killed Jared?
There's something you know
that you're not telling.
You really want to
play this game, do you?
Hey? Go down that path?
You didn't do a proper job.
Maybe you even
turned a blind eye.
-You what?
-If you'd found his killer then,
then maybe Kimmo's death
could've been avoided.
Alright, come on.
Come on. Come on.
What are you doing?
I don't have a wire.
Do you know what
your problem is?
You think the only way
to get anything done
-is by swallowing the rule book.
-Sorry, what?
Do you have any
idea how many gangs
operate up and down
the east coast?
You make friends with
one, and hey, presto,
you get good intelligence
on all the others.
Okay.
So, that's how it works, is it?
Yeah.
I've got a connection.
Five years they've
been my informant.
Do you know how many busts
I've made thanks to them?
The number of their rivals
I've taken down, eh?
And in return you just
look the other way
-when their boat comes in.
-Exactly.
Yeah. You've got it now.
So, when Jared Reid is
tortured and killed,
one of their regular customers,
you just turned a blind eye.
Jared is some collateral that
we don't really care about?
Jesus. You and your Sergeant,
you're both as
bad as each other.
You're bloody self-righteous.
-Look here, mate.
-No, you look!
I don't know who killed him.
And I expect we'll
never find out.
And yeah, I brushed
it under the carpet.
But in return I
kept my informant.
Because those are
the kind of decisions
we have to make in
the real world, mate.
In order to catch the bad guys,
we have to sacrifice some.
And I sleep just fine at night.
Urgh.
Urgh.
Right.
I'm away on me
holidays next week.
I'll send you a
postcard, Lynley.
Tommy. Oh, my God.
What the hell happened?
Sorry, uh, your
place was closest.
Come on, in.
Thanks.
So, you're going to
tell me what happened?
Or are you going to
leave me to guess?
Oh, it's a case at work.
It's just gotten out of hand.
I can't really talk
about it. Sorry.
So, you can't tell me anything?
Oh, there's a church.
St. Michael's.
We think a drug cartel
is targeting the place.
Are you saying that
you're in danger?
Here.
Sorry.
Ignore me. I
I shouldn't have said anything.
Come here.
I love this job.
I mean, I gave up
everything for it. But
sometimes you really have to
wade through hell to do it.
What the hell happened to you?
What have you been doing?
I blame you.
What? What for?
Went with my gut.
Isn't that what you're
always telling me to do?
A word, Inspector.
Why do I feel as if this
was somehow inevitable?
The way you look down your
nose at the rest of us.
You don't think any
of us are worthy
of your immense talent.
If I see what I
perceive to be
Oh, just listen to
yourself, would you?
You know, it must be
nice always thinking
that you're the smartest
one in the room.
I told you to steer
clear of this.
I told you not to get involved.
And then you, you walk
into the pub last night
and throw your fists
at a fellow officer.
Hang on. No, that
that's not what happened.
You are lucky you're
not suspended right now.
You're lucky you
still have a job.
He's the one who assaulted me.
Enough. Okay?
-I spoke to Horwood.
-Why, why would you
He's not the villain
you'd like to believe.
He told me everything. He's
had a CHIS up his sleeve
for the past five years.
He went to see that informant,
just to tell them that
their secret was safe.
No. If Jared's death was
a drug-gang execution,
then the informant could
have been involved.
Horwood didn't
investigate properly.
Thank you, Inspector.
I'm aware. And for
your information,
the pocketbook with the
informant's name in it
is now in my possession.
I'd be obliged if
you'd let me do my job.
I contacted Professional
Standards late last night.
But that was my decision
to do it. You got that?
As far as Horwood is aware,
there's no evidence linking
his informant to Jared's death.
All he did was to expunge
their name to keep it safe.
But if it transpires
that he was wrong,
then Professional Standards
will get to the bottom of it.
And he will face
disciplinary charges. Now
are we done?
-You don't like me very much.
-Oh, wow, genius.
How long did it take you
to work that one out?
I don't like the way you preen.
Like this whole damned job
is just one vanity exercise.
-I take my job s
-However
no one will face
disciplinary action
for what went on last night.
That's right, Inspector.
I'm letting you off the hook.
Because like it or not
you get results.
Come.
Uh, Chief Inspector,
I'm sorry, I
Well, spit it out. What?
Found by a dog-walker.
Give us a minute, please?
Of course, Sir.
It's the same.
This one is not a transient.
You have a name for me?
David Benton.
He had ID on him.
No criminal record. We checked.
Well, the method is
the same as Kimmo.
Killed with a knife.
Mark on the skull indicates
he was hit, probably subdued
and then dragged to the
place he was murdered.
We'll do a toxicology report,
but there are no obvious
signs of drug abuse.
This one wasn't an addict.
Anything else?
Yep.
Same pattern of burns.
One on each hand,
one on each foot.
But that is where
the similarities end.
Meaning?
These burns are post-mortem.
Records say that
he was unemployed.
Danced through a variety
of part time jobs.
-Address?
-Flat in town. Lived alone.
And? You know what I'm asking.
No connection to the church.
Okay. So why choose him?
And if he's not a drug addict,
that's our first
theory out the window.
Maybe Milne was right after all.
Purifying sinners.
Okay.
So, how was David
Benton a sinner?
So, you're a DJ by profession?
David Benton had your
card in his jacket.
He was one of my mates.
He, um
he used to act as
a roadie for me.
Called himself Davey.
I can't believe it.
When was the last
time you saw him?
Two nights ago.
We, uh, we have a
regular gig and we
we had a regular gig at
the university together.
I paid him in cash.
This might seem like
an odd question, but
did Davey have anything
to do with the church?
You're kidding, right?
So, he wasn't religious?
He drank like a fish and
smoked like a chimney.
No.
Drugs?
No.
Um
but
But what?
You know, he'd
he'd make a quick
buck now and then.
Forgive me.
I don't follow.
He'd sometimes go with fellas.
Okay. So
our killer goes scouting
for sinners at the church,
-the addicts.
-Yeah.
Right? But when that
well runs dry, he
Picked up a male prostitute.
But somehow, he's forced
to kill this one first
before he burns him.
Okay. Why?
Maybe Davey was stronger
than the others.
His body wasn't
ravaged by addiction.
Still doesn't feel like it's
part of the same pattern.
We need to speak to
Professor Milne again.
Have you spoken to Caroline?
Uh, she left.
Gone to her parents.
And what about God?
What did he say?
I explained I wasn't guilty of
breaking the sixth commandment.
Just the seventh.
What a relief!
How long has it been going
on, your little affair.
That's actually
not your business.
You've been sleeping with
one of my parishioners.
-Okay. Look
-A young woman
who's just lost her mother.
She's in a pretty
vulnerable state.
Not to mention the fact
that your wife is pregnant.
I mean if we were to sit here
and list the sins
you've committed,
I'd say you'd hit the jackpot.
So, forgive me if I'm
eager to discuss it.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to stand up in
front of the congregation,
right where you are now.
And ask for their forgiveness.
And you think that somehow
magically they'll grant it?
I think
that most of them will
probably spit in your eye,
given half a chance.
But I'll be standing next
to you when you do it,
so you won't be alone.
Come on.
Let's pray.
Thanks for coming
in today, Professor.
I'm happy to help.
Okay. Let's go back
to basics, shall we?
Jared.
Found in a pub car park
outside Ormesby. August 7th.
There's no evidence he was
incarcerated or restrained,
-or anything like that.
-HAVERS Mm-hmm.
Looks like he was jumped,
possibly knocked unconscious.
Burned, then stabbed.
And blood spray
all over the tarmac
-where he was found.
-Okay.
Next is Kimmo.
He leaves the
hostel last Monday.
Gets hauled into this
police station a day later.
Discharged. Then he's killed.
Body dumped in an alley.
Lastly, we've got Davey.
Yeah. Now, here's where
it gets complicated.
He's not an addict.
Maybe he goes out
looking for a hook-up.
Finds the wrong
guy. Ends up dead.
But here's the thing, Professor.
It doesn't feel to us like Davey
has a connection
to the drug gang.
So, what if we went with the
profile you painted for us?
Let's assume our killer's some
kind of religious fanatic.
The act of murder is itself
an act of purification.
Mm-hmm.
He's hunting for sinners.
Big question.
Where did Kimmo's murder
and torture take place?
Where'd they lock him up?
We've still got no clue.
Also, Davey, last
one, he's different.
Because all the mutilation
is done postmortem.
Unlike the other two.
But the wounds,
there are enough
similarities to suggest
that it was the same person.
Be a bit of a coincidence,
though, seeing as
none of these details
are public knowledge.
Sir, a minute?
Facial Recognition came back
with a resounding zero matches,
but I cleaned it up
with a few filters
and our shadowy figure
in the background.
It's a statue.
We were wondering
if you could help.
This was taken soon after
Kimmo left your care.
Maybe you recognise this?
Yes.
I think I know
exactly where this is.
Weird.
It's been oiled recently.
Sir?
I think this is it.
That's the statue.
You didn't know anyone
was living here?
No.
No, of course not.
Well, this is where
he kept Kimmo.
Chained up like an animal.
You think he offered him a home?
A place to stay the
night and then
Poses as a good Samaritan.
Really, he's the
devil in disguise.
Once Kimmo had crossed
that threshold,
he was under his control.
He didn't need to subdue him.
He's fed him drugs.
So, he could torture
him when he wanted.
This might explain the drug
dealer's attending church.
I don't know how surveillance
ops do this all day.
What's the matter?
Are you bored already?
I'll remember to bring
you doughnuts next time.
Kimmo Thorne was kept
drugged in that basement.
Someone sold the
drugs to his killer.
Brianna Strachan operating
in this area is our best bet.
Hang on, that bloke, isn't
that the one we interviewed?
The DJ, Sean.
Oh hello.
Let's get him.
Move on, man.
Hey!
Hey!
Oi!
Cut him off round the back!
Yeah. Where is he?
I'm in the alley
behind the railway.
No idea, I can't see him.
If you're at the far end,
he must be heading your way.
Urgh!
Argh.
Twice in two days!
It's getting to be a
bit of a habit with you.
-Oh.
-Ah.
We've lost him.
Well, congratulations,
Inspector.
The man you were trying
to apprehend has fled.
Talk about bungling an arrest.
I'm sorry, Sir.
Wow. There's a phrase
that doesn't often
pass from your lips.
Alright. Where are we
with the investigation?
Kimmo Thorne was kept
in the church basement.
Tortured. And then killed.
His DNA will be
all over the site.
What about the murderer's?
Handcuffs are being examined.
The forensics team
are still turning
the boiler room inside out.
And?
Well, we'll see
what they can find.
And? Anything?
No, sorry, Sir.
Alright.
Well?
Nothing.
Who else knows about
the boiler room?
Who else has access?
Me and Geth, obviously.
But
no one ever goes down there.
The church warden has keys.
Who's the warden?
Emma Kilfoyle.
Well, anyone else
in the congregation?
Come on. Someone must've
let him in the building.
What?
What is it?
He was shouting.
He was screaming.
Who?
The drug dealer. When
he came to the church.
If you come here again, I'll
make you wish you hadn't.
Oh, you think you're so special.
You think you're holy.
You're no better
than the rest of us.
I know what goes on here.
I thought he was talking to me.
I thought he was
making some point
about religion and
but I think maybe
I know what you do!
I think maybe he was
talking to someone else.
-What?
-It's a text from Helen.
It's a picture of the van
they keep at the church hall.
Looks like it's parked
right outside her house.
Someone out there?
Hello?
Hello?
Everything okay?
Helen: Hi, this is Helen Clyde.
Sorry not available.
Please leave a message.
I should probably
head over there.
Helen?
Helen?
Helen?
Helen?
Anything?
Is she there?
I've been watching
Lynley for a while now.
I know it's only a matter of
time before he finds me out.
And I know I've done bad things.
Terrible things.
And I tried to stop myself.
Believe me
I tried.
I'm so sorry.
And I know I deserve
all the punishment
that I'll receive.
But if he's going to take
my freedom from me
then I'm going to take
something precious from him.
I don't understand,
Inspector, what is this about?
It's my partner,
Helen. She's missing.
We tracked her phone, signal's
gone. It's like she's vanished.
Well, what's that
got to do with us?
Here. It's a picture of the van
you keep at the church hall.
It's the last thing she sent me.
Who would be driving
it right now?
Ryan.
I met him at the church.
He was devious.
Manipulative.
We gave him free food
and a place to stay, but
he never listened to anything
that we were trying
to teach him.
Then I caught him stealing
from the sacristy.
Our church silver.
He tried to make
an excuse, but
he couldn't hide
his true nature.
So, after he left the hostel,
I followed him.
There's no way. Not
Ryan, he's a decent kid.
What on earth would
his reasons be?
Well, maybe he's twisted
all those teachings
-that you gave him?
-Where would he have taken her?
I've I've no idea.
I just called the house.
Emma says he's not there.
I'll put out a description
for both of them
-and the van.
-Then let's pray he turns up.
I think there's more useful
things we can do right now.
After Jared, I couldn't stop
thinking about what I'd done.
Tried to pretend that
it hadn't happened.
But then Kimmo turned up.
I couldn't help myself.
I took my time with that one.
I watched him doing this.
I gave him a stash
that he could shoot up.
When he was high, I could
do anything I liked.
It's an old-fashioned word.
Evil.
But both of them, I I
could sense it in them.
She always taught me to fear it.
My mother, I mean.
She was guiding me.
Come on, Helen.
-Urgh!
-Argh!
The keys! Where are the keys?
Security alarm's going off
at the warehouse where
we keep the food.
We rent a small room
in the back stores.
Text me the address.
Call for back-up.
I can hear you!
You can't hide anywhere, Helen!
I'm gonna find you!
You can't get out!
Helen!
There's nowhere for you to go!
Helen?
Helen?
Ryan?
Not a sound.
Helen?
Helen?
Shh.
Helen?
Ryan? Ryan?
-What are you doing?
-They were sick.
Those two men,
they were unclean.
Okay. Okay. It's over now.
Stay back. I will do it!
Ryan, wait!
Urgh!
Lynley, enough!
It's okay. It's okay. It's over.
It's over.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Makes no sense.
A kid that young.
Brainwashed.
Brainwashed into thinking
it was his sacred duty
to torture and kill them.
Where's Helen?
Hospital.
A & E.
You should go and be with her.
Two.
What?
He said two.
When we were talking.
Two victims.
Thank you.
-Hey.
-Hi.
How are you?
I'll be okay, they say.
That's the best news.
Hmm.
Tommy
I thought I could do
this, but I can't.
I'm not sure
we can be together.
Well, I understand you
you've been through
something terrible.
No.
It's not just me. It's you.
It's the way that
you live and
the risks that you take.
I
I'm not sure if I can
fall in love with someone
who does what you do.
And I'm sorry.
Because I know that you gave up
everything for this life, but
I'm not sure that I
can share it with you.
Can I have your
name first, please?
Brianna Strachan.
Brianna
-What's your age?
-Twenty-six.
-Well?
-Picked him up.
Hmm.
And then he squealed
on the rest of them.
Sean Lavery.
Looks like Horwood's little
arrangement's over, then.
Drug residue found all
over Sean Lavery's van.
-What's that?
-Thought you'd wanna see it.
Found in the front of the van.
Phone number.
Sean says it's
Davey's handwriting.
Go on.
077-009-00496.
Professor Milne.
Inspector. Sergeant.
You were right.
Everything you said.
A mind corrupted by
religious fantasies.
A young boy who fancied himself
on Old Testament warrior.
-There's just one thing.
-Sure.
Well, we haven't
completed the puzzle.
Ryan's only admitted
to two of the killings.
You remember there was one that
didn't quite fit the pattern?
It's the final
victim, Davey Benton.
The burns, they were
post-mortem. And
there's evidence he'd
been knocked unconscious.
That didn't happen
with the others.
Davey only had some
of the characteristics
of the other murders.
You knew him.
-What?
-Davey Benton.
You met him.
Why didn't you tell us?
I erm, I
Can we skip the
bullshit, please?
It's been a very
tough couple of days.
There's a mobile
phone number here.
It's Davey's handwriting.
Found in his boss's van.
Huh.
When were you in
contact with him?
We know for a fact that
he used to work here
on the campus occasionally.
Did you pay Davey
Benton for sex?
Were you a regular
client of his?
We know that's how
he made his money.
And what, he
he demanded more?
Knowing you had a
reputation to protect?
But you had confidential
details about unsolved murders.
He found out about my promotion.
He threatened to tell
my wife and my family.
I had to I, I,
I had to keep
keep giving him more money.
And knowing every detail
you decided to take
advantage of the situation.
You killed Davey.
And we we gave you your
MO, didn't we, Professor?
I told you every detail.
You're under arrest for
the murder of David Benton.
You do not have to say anything.
But it may harm your defence
if you do not mention,
when questioned,
something which you
later rely upon in court.
Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.
You seeing Helen tonight?
She, uh
she doesn't want to
see me for a while.
Oh.
Well, if there's
anything I can do
Any relationship advice,
you know, obviously
I'm the expert.
Thanks.
Oh, look, we're all
dealing with stuff.
I miss my brother every day.
Yeah, I miss mine, too.
It was my brother, the candle.
You remember the, uh,
the candle in the church?
Yeah, my brother died as well.
I'm not very good
at talking about it.
But, yeah.
We've been through
the same things.
You and I.
Right, one drink.
I'm paying.
We don't even have to talk.
I'm not taking no for an answer.
You're a pain in the arse
you know that?
As a matter of fact, I do, yeah.
I'm driving, am I?