Wire in the Blood s03e04 Episode Script
Synchronicity
- Hello again.
- Mr.
Harris, we have a warrant to search your house.
- What? - A search warrant? What on earth for? - You'll receive further information.
- What about? The weather? Right, you two, upstairs with me.
Be careful.
That's a Corbusier.
Thank you.
Are you going to search the house or just gawk? What is that smell? Is it oranges? - Who is he? - An adviser.
- Not a fashion adviser.
- Take a seat, Mr.
Harris.
this might take some time.
I'll put the kettle on, then.
Hi, good morning.
This is Jasper Harris.
Yeah, I need to speak to Christopher Philips, please.
Thank you.
Chris, hi, it's Jasper.
You won't believe this, but I've got about a hundred coppers tearing my house apart now.
I don't know.
I think it's something to do with that girl who disappeared.
They have a search warrant, yeah.
OK, great.
All right, sixty minutes.
Thank you, bye.
Nothing.
Paula, what's downstairs? Snooker tables and gym equipment.
It doesn't fit, does it, with the minimalist look? Everything's stored away out of sight, out of mind.
- Lots of - -What is he jabbering on about? Should be clean and sterile.
- Tony! - It's all lock.
- What the hell is he doing? - Tony! - Will you take him out of here?! - It's fine.
Tony! - Get him out of here! - Fine.
- Kevin, get him out! - For God's sake! It's OK.
You're going to be all right.
Harris, you are under arrest.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm - What's going on in there? - It's you.
What? You smelt of oranges.
Wire in the Blood - Good morning.
- Good morning.
Have a nice weekend? Went to the races with some mates.
- Oh, yeah? You get lucky? - No, but I won 50 quid.
Maggie.
Maggie God! Season 3 - Episode 04 You didn't like him, did you? Not just because he was young, handsome and loaded? - You think I'm that shallow? - I think you're a bloke.
How is the girl? She'll be OK.
Well, that makes two of us.
Come on.
Tony, you can't leave without your test results.
You could have concussion.
You might have a fractured skull.
- Carol, I am fine.
- Sit down and wait.
Carol Jordan.
KCIT? - Right, I'll be there in ten.
- Any chance of a lift? No.
I'm going to a crime scene.
Fine by me.
Maggie Waring.
Assistant Head of Customer Relations.
Shot whilst chatting to a colleague.
Colleague? Steve Barker.
Senior manager.
He's being treated for shock.
Forensics are checking the woods.
Mike, this is Tony Hill our profiler.
Sergeant Kingsbury's from armed response.
This is probably the best point of vantage.
What range is that - about 2-300 metres? The shooter's skilled.
Most likely using a hunting rifle with a scope.
Forensic will tell us more when they've checked the bullets.
That's some distance.
Or is that part of the challenge? Or was she just a target? Or couldn't he face her? Do you think he knew her? Well, crimes of passion are usually up close and personal, or maybe that's what we're meant to think.
- They found a footprint? - There's lots of them.
It's a popular area for walkers and joggers.
Good.
More chance of a witness.
Tony.
The woods - home for a hunter.
A beast.
Predator.
If you land on your head you'll finish yourself off.
There's no other traces.
No bullet casings, no damaged undergrowth.
He's organised.
Fastidious.
Possibly he has a dog, probably an Alsatian.
He recce the area well in advance.
Well, a man walking a dog's not going to arouse suspicion, is it? He's undemanding, loyal, trusting.
Do you think he was trained? - Experienced? - Definitely.
He'd only have a window of a few seconds as his targets passed between those cars.
Unless he was there, in the tree.
Then he could take his time.
That's what predators want.
To see everything and not be seen.
Paula, can you get forensics up there? It rained last night but SOCO says this is bone dry.
I I just totally freaked out.
I was completely useless.
You imagine how you'd be in a crisis and how you'd keep it together, but when one comes along, I just I just fell to bits.
Did she often wear red? - What? - Maggie.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Was she married? Boyfriends? No-one regular.
As far as I'm aware.
Old fires? Old flames? Ex-boyfriends? Some.
No nutters, as far as I know.
She was in customer services? Yeah.
Yeah.
The clients loved her.
- She'd only been there a month.
- What about before that? Human resources.
Hiring and firing! So, had she had to sack anyone recently? Anyone complain about unfair dismissal? I Hang on a minute.
There was a guy called Crawford.
He used to work in maintenance.
He was accused of sexual harassment.
He'd had verbal, written warnings, the lot.
"Don't try to ignore me.
"You will pay one way or the other.
" Who did he harass? Oh, anyone in a skirt.
Including Maggie.
Actually, especially Maggie.
I always knew this guy was a creep but - I never thought - No-one ever does.
A sexually inadequate man becomes obsessed with a woman, convinces himself that they're having a relationship.
But when she fires him she becomes every woman that ever rejected him.
The playing card - what's that? - A private joke? - The Queen of Hearts.
Mother? Lover? Tyrant? - Off with his head? - Guv! The hospital's looking for Dr.
Hill.
She was wearing red.
The scarlet woman.
The queen is a whore.
Tony Hill.
What for? Can't you just - Fine.
OK.
What's that? God knows.
Probably lost the X-ray.
Have you been getting headaches at all? Blackouts? I got cracked across the head with an iron bar.
Before that.
Any problems with vision? What about smelling things? What about it? There was no fracture of the skull at least.
The reason we called you back was this.
This shadow here.
It is slightly undefined.
But we suspect a possible brain tumour.
We'll know more when we've run some tests up in neurology.
What about testing the X-ray machine? We're pretty sure there's nothing wrong with X-ray machine.
I was pretty sure there's nothing wrong with me till a minute ago.
All the same, I'll do an MRI and a full neurological checkup.
- When? - Today.
Now.
- Armed police! - Armed police! Stay still! Armed police.
Put your hands where we can see them.
What the hell? Guv.
- Terry Crawford? - Piss off.
We'd like to speak to you at the station.
- Can you get dressed, please? - Piss off.
I did nothing.
Can you try and give me ten words beginning with P.
Pie, pal, poor, pot, patients, patience, psychology, pneumonia, phantom day.
Day doesn't start with a P.
Mine does.
She told lies about me and they believed them.
Seem it was I say, all lies.
- You wrote threatening letters.
- Not threats, darling.
I don't make threats.
"One way or another you'll pay.
" She did, didn't she? It wasn't just that she fired you, was it? You made a pass at her and she turned you down.
She turned everyone down.
She was a dyke.
- I knew what she needed.
- What did she need? A good seeing to.
Be back in a minute.
You're in Crosshairs Gun Club but no-one see you shoot.
Where's your gun? You want to check out my weapon? - Mr.
Crawf - - What about you, sweetheart? - Shut up! - A woman has been murdered.
A woman who you threatened in writing.
Forensic tests will tell us if you fired a gun or you stay a few in those woods so why don't you say and tell us what happened? You want me to do your job for you? That's it.
No wonder you don't carry guns.
You girls wouldn't know what to do with them.
Do you do jigsaws? Can you tell me where that bit goes? It's brain tissue.
It's from the victim.
We had to scrape it off the car.
Oh, my God! You haven't shot anyone, have you? You haven't even got a gun.
You haven't even got a dog! I take it you didn't pick this up in the postmortem? It's porridge and jam from the canteen.
This guy's a fantasist.
He's a dreamer.
You're an attractive woman who took him seriously.
Look at his hands.
Makes a good cocktail, but a lousy sniper.
What did they say at the hospital? The man you want is intelligent.
He's methodical, highly organised.
He left nothing to chance, Carol.
Apart from the playing card.
- So is this personal? - I hope so.
Because if it is, it'll end here.
Would you like some help in that? No, I'm fine.
I'm not fine, am I? Ma'am, Forensics found two more fresh shoe prints in the area.
Size 9 trainers.
About two months old, from Jock Locker.
Own brand.
70,000 pair sold this year across the U.
K.
Start with local branches.
See if anyone sold a pair two months ago to a man in his 30s.
And there were paw prints.
About three days old, large dog, probably an Alsatian.
Pet shops, vets, local dog owners.
And talk to Traffic.
See if anyone gave saw something in that area.
Did Dr.
Hill go home? I think so, yeah.
Are you with someone? I am now.
What are you celebrating? Sorry, what are we celebrating? What did the hospital want? There's something wrong with the X-ray machine.
That's not what they said.
Sorry, I'm nosy.
Part of my job description.
- What did they say exactly? - That I should ask you.
They think it's a brain tumour.
An intracranial meningioma.
But if I can pronounce it, there can't be that much wrong with me.
Did you ask for a second opinion? Yeah, they sent for a specialist to cut my head open and have a look.
Just wasted £30 on a haircut.
Carol! Don't please.
Carol, I'm not dying.
Chances are it's benign.
Chances are? All right, well, sort of benign.
In time it'll affect my movement, speech, coordination I'll probably have to give up ballet.
Carol, it might not happen for years.
We've all got to die of something.
Are you going to take time off? Are you trying to get rid of me? On the contrary.
Cheers.
One's a murder, two's a spree.
It's the same calibre bullet, the same MO.
Position recce'd in advance.
Excellent line of sight.
Two shots in 20 seconds and withdraw.
Not much of a marksman, if he need two shots.
He doesn't need two shots.
He wants to prolong the victims torment.
So they realise what's happening.
It enhances his sense of force.
No, not force power.
Guv.
It was under the carpet.
- Jack of Diamonds.
- Or the knave.
- What age was the victim? - 25.
Asian.
And he wore a lot of jewellery? He's a gambler, Carol.
That's why he takes an extra The extra risk makes it intense.
So, he wants to be caught.
Wants to leave his mark.
He's trying to say something.
What? If he could put it into words, he wouldn't be shooting people.
"City Under Seige" Is this a racist attack? We're not ruling that out.
Did Kamlesh mention any problems like that? I'm just trying to make sense of this.
Did he have any enemies? - Had he argued with someone? - Enemies? No.
He got on with everyone.
He had lot friends, thought I didn't like them.
Why not? They were young and stupid.
They liked flash cars.
Spending their parents' money.
Like Kamlesh.
Did he know a girl called Maggie Waring? She worked for a company called KCIT.
- An english girl? - Yeah.
Maybe.
I don't know.
He had so many friends.
When he was little, he used to bring his friends home from school.
He would say, "Papa, "these are my new friends.
" I'm sorry.
Who could have done this? Can you take a look at this picture, please? Excuse me, doctor.
- That's fine, sister.
- Thank you.
Sorry, Tony.
Could you tell me what's happening in that photo, please? I'm not quite sure.
It looks like a wedding, but the doors are closed, and he's wearing his ring on the wrong hand.
And he's wearing makeup, so it's a fake.
Real life leaves scars, like your wedding ring.
I'm not wearing a wedding ring.
You've still got the mark.
Took it off recently? You're still wearing the same clothes as you did last time, so you've not been home.
You're staying with that nurse, the one who's just been in.
Let's move on to physical coordination, shall we? Yeah.
One of the bullets was recovered almost intact.
The ammunition itself's pretty common, Lechase brand.
Available across Europe.
The gun, now the gun's a different matter.
Look at the striations, the grooves on the bullet.
Modern barrels are hammer forged - mass produced.
This bullet was fired from a gun with a hand-rifle barrel.
The type that hasn't been made in 20 years.
What type? A Finnish Luosto .
308.
There are only about six in the country that we know of.
This one, I'm affraid, is not on our records.
- But it's a rarity? - Oh, yes.
A real collector's item.
Talk to especialist's gun dealers.
If they've seen it, they'll remember it.
I know why you're here, but you're barking up the wrong tree.
Rifle-club members are responsible, law-abiding citizens, not criminals.
We're looking for a skilled marksman who practises every week.
That's half our membership.
Look, antisocial gunfighters don't join shooting clubs.
They'd get spotted straight away.
Do any of your members possess the Finnish rifle, - the Luosto .
308? - Not that I'm aware of.
Well, we'd like to ask them.
And we'd like to take fingerprints.
- On a purely voluntary basis.
- Fingerprints? Yeah, to check against the crime scene.
I'm sorry.
I can't divulge my membership list.
Then I'll have your permit withdrawn and this club's closed.
So much for purely voluntary! Hi, Tony.
What's the news? You're Dr.
Hill's partner? - Wife? - Is this more word association? - I'm his next of kin.
- I need the bathroom.
I'm afraid there is cause for concern.
The tests indicate Asperger's Syndrome.
- No, he's always been like that.
- Really? From quite minor details he drew the most extraordinary conclusions.
Was he wrong? Anyhow we need to monitor his condition as it deteriorates.
But I thought it was benign.
That's possible, but it's growing and it's started to encroach on his brain.
The longer we leave it the worse it will get.
We'll know more when he's seen the specialist.
But he says he feels fine.
Denial's a common reaction.
Then guilt, then anger, then despair.
- He'll need a - - Partner.
Friend.
- Dr.
Hill.
- Yeah.
What sort of car would this guy drive? - Big, rugged.
- Like a four-by-four.
Yeah.
You told me to check with traffic.
This was taken by a red-light camera on Monday morning four minutes after the first shooting.
Where? About a mile and a half from the crime scene.
He must have been in a hurry.
This is him.
Not the car.
The bike.
Him.
The cyclist.
Look at the kitbag.
Look at the trainers.
I can slip in and of woods.
Over pavements.
Across fields.
The motorists won't even see me.
Queen of Hearts.
She stole some tarts.
Jack of Diamons.
A girl's best friend.
Who's next? The King.
The patriarch.
The authority figure.
And you're the Ace.
The Ace of Spades.
Yeah, that's a Crusher Mountain bike, about four years old.
Discontinued, you can pick them up secondhand almost anywhere.
Are you all right? Yeah.
I thought you'd be working on the case.
He's playing a game.
You want to join in, you need to know the rules.
I've called a press conference for tomorrow.
To reassure the public.
And to appeal for witnesses.
Will you be able to come? I'm in no position to reassure anyone.
Let's face it, Carol, I must have deserved this.
This thing in my head.
Not enough exercise.
Too much second-hand smoke.
Too many TV dinners warmed in the microwave.
Tony, it's not your fault.
It's no-one's fault.
You can't blame yourself for everything you did or didn't do.
It just happened.
No, nothing just happens.
It's not bad luck.
It's not destiny.
Tumours happen for a reason.
People won't look for a reason cos they're too scared to take responsibility for their choices.
He shot her and spared her boss.
He shot him and left a woman with the kid.
He's making choices.
The choices will tell us about him.
Do they tell us what he's going to do next? He likes his victims in the open.
While he remains concealed.
So look for exposed spaces.
A park, playground, playing field Overlooked by trees or a derelict building.
Within four miles of these two victims.
With every kill his confidence grows.
He'll extend his territory, his radius of action.
So the longer this goes on - the worse it will get.
Do you feel reassured? If you know this man or if you've seen him, please get in touch.
He may have been walking his dog in the woods on days preceding the shooting, possibly an Alsatian.
Of course, he might have nothing to do with it.
But we'd still like him to come forward.
What about the driver of the car? She has no recollection of the cyclist.
When are you going to catch this guy? We're following up several leads.
- In the meantime - - Haven't we heard that before, DI Jordan? Would you advise them to avoid open spaces, - stay indoors? - No.
Just stay vigilant and let us know if they see anything that makes them uneasy, suspicious.
This sniper could strike again at any time.
Effectively, Bradfield's under siege.
- That's not the case.
- Can you tell me - how big a part Dr.
- With the help of the public and press we will catch this man.
That's it, ladies and gentlemen.
more questions We need more information.
Dr.
Hill, still propping up DI Jordan? It's DCI.
I thought you'd moved down south.
Parents getting on a bit.
Thought I'd come home and look after them.
Wealthy, are they? So any chance of some background on this Bradfield sniper? Newspapers smell fearI mean, they sell fear, don't they? You all right.
A bit early in the day for a drink.
You want background? Get a handout.
Have you been suffering from mood swings? Irritability? I've got a brain tumour.
Every day's a carnival.
What about your memory? - Any lapses? - Not that I recall.
You may find that you forget things that are second nature.
Andyou remember things that never even happened.
The headaches are due to intracranial pressure.
I'll prescribe some steroids.
It appears to be a primary tumour.
Which means it hasn't spread from elsewhere in the body.
That's good news.
Which suggests there's bad news.
It's growing quickly so it's atypical.
- Probably malignant.
- How probably? I can tell you that when I've taken it out.
- I was afraid you were going to say that.
- How is tomorrow for you? Leaving it is not an option? Perhapsif we knew it was benign butit would go on growing.
In time the headaches will become more severe, you'd lose the ability to walk, to write, to speak.
Eventually you'd die.
If it's malignant, all that will happen in three months.
What are my chances if you operate? Brain surgery always involves the risk of damage to healthy tissue.
ButI would say that you have a Well, I'm quite good at my job, so let's say50.
Whichever way you look at it, it's a gamble.
And it's a choice only you can make.
I'd rather go out with a fight.
Good man.
I'm checking for relatives I've spoken to Hold on a minute.
I just want the money back.
Just give me the money.
You owe me money! - I don't owe you anything.
- You owe me money! Son! He owes me money.
Just call an ambulance.
Sir! Sir! George Burnett.
Maths teacher in his 40s.
Shot through the chest while he supervised lunch break.
For the want of a nail, the king was lost.
Kingdom.
- For the want of a nail - - Forensics.
Where it came from.
What sort of hammer he used.
And get a list of the victim's ex-pupils.
Crosscheck with the other two; see if any names come up.
He's been teaching here for nearly 20 years.
Start with men in their 30s.
He's a teacher.
Authority figure.
Father figure.
King.
Let me see that.
Seven of Clubs.
Where the hell does that fit? Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs.
Could be working his way through the suits.
Or working his way through the deck.
No! There's a pattern here.
- Give it time, Tony.
- I haven't got time.
Everybody wants miracles.
- Carol Jordan.
- He's going to call.
He knows we don't understand what the cards mean.
Is he going to tell us? No.
Can you be here when he calls? I'm going to hospital tomorrow for the process proc procedure, procedure.
They're operating? Tony, why didn't you tell me? - Do you want me there? - It doesn't matter.
I'll be unconscious.
Well, hopefully.
When you wake up.
If I wake up.
Look, when he calls, you won't understand him.
He wants to taunt you, he wants to frustrate you, spread the panic.
It's all part of the game.
Get some sleep, Tony.
Yeah, you, too.
Hi, is that Neurology? This is Carol Jordan.
DCI Jordan, yes.
I was hoping you could give me some news on Dr.
Hill.
Really? Tomorrow? Thank you.
Ten with possible IDs.
You and Harry chase those up.
- Kev.
- Forensics says It was a six-inch steel nail available from any DIY store.
- Nothing on the hammer.
- Okay, take the photo to every hardware and DIY store within a three-mile radius of the shooting.
- Are you off? - Yeah.
Tony's going in to hospital.
- Was it that bang on the head? - Yeah.
I thought he was acting flaky.
Well more flaky than usual.
Hold the line, please.
Ma'am? It's for you.
I can hardly make him out and he won't give his name.
Keep him on hold.
Kev, call Traces.
Hi, there's a call on extension 220 we need recorded and traced.
DCI Jordan.
You won't find me.
You've got more chance of winning the lotto.
Sorry, this is a really bad line.
Don't kid a kidder.
You're trying to trace the call.
What do you want? Sorry, you're going to have to call back.
Roll the dice.
Treehouse Arcade phone box.
- Yes.
- Miss Jordan, this is Mary Grey from neurology at Bradfield General Hospital.
We've got you down as Tony Hill's next of kin.
- What's happened? - No, nothing's happened, he just didn't turn up for surgery.
Do you have any idea where he is? - Yeah.
- Tony, you missed your surgery.
Has he called yet? Yes.
We couldn't understand him.
Maybe I should come in.
I'll send a car.
Where are you? Tony.
I'm on my way Sorry, this is a bad line.
Don't kid a kidder.
You're trying to trace the call.
What do you want? Sorry, you're going to have to call back.
Roll the dice.
Who's Roller? His next victim? Roll the dice.
Roll the dice.
Did you make out anything he said? Yes, we did.
We'd like him to call back.
We're keen to hear what he has to say.
What have you got to say to the people of Bradfield about your handling of this case? Everyone on this force is doing everything in their power to catch this murderer.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
Dr.
Hill, any news of your hospital results? You know, maybe we could go proactive on this, plant a story to draw the gunman out.
Invent something, you mean? It's not very ethical I didn't think ethics bothered you.
You're wrong.
You could give hope to so many people.
Tony.
You want to know where he's going to strike next? We don't have to talk here.
He's choosing his targets deliberately.
Office worker, boy racer, teacher - - Tony.
- She has a right to know, Carol.
Don't you see where he's going? - Tony, do you think we should discuss - - So, who is the next target? Someone in the media.
And preferably a pushy tabloid hag who'd do anything to get her face on the front page Including having it blown off! Call the hospital from my office.
Make another appointment.
You want nice Tony back? I'll take any Tony I can get, as long as he's alive.
Did you call the hospital? - I've rescheduled for next week.
- Tony, the longer you put it off He's leaving cards in other places as well.
- It's the hand we don't see.
- What do you mean? The times the cards told him not to shoot.
Queen, Jack, Seven.
Jung's theory of synchronicity said there are links between events beyond cause and effect.
Patterns the conscious mind can't perceive.
There is no such thing as coincidence or accident.
- Did Jung say that as well? - No, that was Joe Stalin.
He was one of history's greatest murderers.
Second to cancer.
Guv.
- DCI Jordan.
- You're next.
You've made your point.
There's no need for any more innocent people to die.
No-one's innocent.
It's a wicked world and we're all to blame.
How can I help? 70 grand should cover it.
If we pay you, will you stop? I won't if you don't.
- Where do we send it? -Small denomination, unmarked notes in a black bin bag.
Drop it in the bin opposite stall 30 on Horsefayre Market, noon tomorrow.
And if I so much as smell a cop, you'll be consoling 20 grieving relatives next week.
It might take time to get the money together.
Oh, please! Don't take the piss.
- 70 grand? - Paula, talk to me.
We've got two cars in the area; they reckon ETA twenty seconds.
Croakton Street.
Right on the edge.
world's first discount extortionist.
Maybe it's a first installment.
He won't be collecting anyway.
They're bringing him in now.
Beck.
Jimmy Beck.
We spoke earlier.
You rang the station twenty minutes ago.
- Must have been a wrong number.
- So why did you run from my officers? - I thought they were going to do me over.
- Why did you think that? Cos they did.
We'll need your clothes for forensic tests.
Come on! - It's for personal use, OK? - What is? - For God's sake.
- A bit of grass.
Hardly even illegal these days.
Was anyone in the phone box before you? Yeah, a guy, 40-ish, baseball cap.
Left 30 seconds before you lot turned up.
Thank you, sir.
It wasn't me you wanted, was it? By the way it is illegal.
Charge him.
- Oh, for f - Carol, You've done all you can.
You've covered all angles - I know that, Tony.
But why are we having such shit luck? - Guv.
- What? We checked out the shops selling those playing cards.
This guy bought ten decks two weeks ago at a toy shop in Barlow.
It's kind of a fluke; they normally wipe the tapes - once a fortnight.
- Good.
Release it to the press.
Make sure everyone on the stakeout gets a copy.
- Sure.
- Horsefayre Market? I don't' know.
The ransom is too low, the drop-off's too exposed, but if there's a chance he'll show up, we have to take it.
Hiya.
Sorry.
I'm closing.
Oi, I thought you'd sorted the binmen.
I did.
Shit.
When the press find out that I've just thrown while he struck again He wants to make you look stupid, Carol.
Well, he succeeded.
It enhances his God complex, his sense of control.
Can't we set something up, give him a target? You know, something that challenges his ego? "I'm not interested in authority figures.
"I'm interested in people like her.
" "Ordinary people.
"People who forget death's on their shoulder.
"They need to taste death before they can live, "and I am death.
You can't stop me, "you can't summon me.
"I have control.
" Gov.
Manager is sorting out the security footage.
Right, I want details of every customer through her till in the last fortnight.
That could be over a thousand people.
If they paid in plastic, there will be records.
And what if he paid by cash? What if he never even shopped here at all? - Kevin -- - All this piling up a day, it's a waste of time.
You got something better to do? Paula, what have you got on the playing card? Ten of Hearts.
Find out what number her till was.
I've done.
It's number 15.
Nobody knows why she went outside.
Her shift wasn't over, and she didn't smoke.
So there's no way that he could have known that she was going to be outside in the car park at that moment.
I think Kevin was right.
Gov, have you seen this? Is it true what she's saying? About Dr.
Hill? Stupid bitch.
"Profiling expert has only weeks to live" Stay where you are! Hey, get the hell off me! Maggie Waring, Kamlesh Vora, George Burnett - all killed within the space of one week.
The queen, Jack, seven.
What hand is that? Stick, twist, busted flush? It's not 21's.
Is it straight poker, old maid? What? I don't get it.
And you know we won't get it.
Why do you even bother leaving these? You don't need me; you need a decent bookie.
Are you going to go back to the hospital? Actually, I'm going to try hang-gliding.
It's all the risk of a brain tumor, but more of the glamour.
See, that's the thing about gambling.
It's addictive, self-destructive.
He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
The gamblers think they have a system, they can beat the house.
But the house always wins.
It's fixed that way.
His luck will run out.
You know, "All good things " Do you ever wish we were still lovers? That weekend in Paris? We spent two days in bed oysters from room service We should do that again.
Tony, we were never lovers.
Well, it felt like it to me.
No, what I mean is, that never happened.
I'm sorry.
You must be thinking of I can't think straight.
I don't know what's real, what's what's accident, what's intention.
I don't know what's me.
And what's this? You know, what's this? Tony, you try and hold on, OK? You're still here, you're still you.
You know, when I talk to myself there's no one there.
I miss me.
- Paula.
- Ma'am.
Uniforms have just nicked a kid for twocking.
They thought he'd burned a car on the Cleveland estate.
What does he say? That the car was dumped by a man in his 30s riding a mountain bike.
Is he giving up? Getting rid of the evidence so he can skip town? No, I'm not done yet.
Think this is linked to one of the victims.
"Can't let you lot trace it.
" Maggie Waring, customer services at an I.
T.
company? George Burnett.
It's a teacher's car, isn't it, a Volvo? "I roll over.
" That's what "Volvo" means - "I roll over.
" Was this the fire? No, fire wouldn't have dented the bodywork like that.
Kamlesh Vora was a boy racer.
What, you think he ran into Kamlesh? Maybe Kamlesh ran into him.
Mr.
Vora, I'm sorry to trouble you again.
This is DS Geoffries.
It might seem strange, but I need to ask you, had Kamlesh been involved in a vehicle collision recently? All the time, but never anything serious.
Dented paintwork, injured pride.
He never hurt anyone.
But none of the incidents were ever reported.
Why was that? I settled them myself with cash.
That was okay, isn't it? Yeah, that's fine.
Did you ever deal with a man possibly in his 30s; he drove a green Volvo? It would have been over a damaged wing.
Him.
Yes.
Two months ago.
He was crazy.
Screaming we have ruined his business.
I ultimately gave him 1,000 pounds.
Then still he wasn't happy.
What was his name? Do you remember? Do you remember? Bill Denton? - Go on! - Armed police! Show us your hands! This is private property! You have no right! Mr.
Denton, we have a warrant to search your house.
We'd like you to come down to the station.
Can I at least get dressed first? We need to sort this dog.
Let him do it.
Relax, Felix, it's the new world order, that's all.
You got a key for this? - Yeah.
- Yes, I do have permits for all of those.
Some of your paperwork is missing.
- I've been tidying up.
- Did you own a green Volvo 740 - until quite recently? - I sold it to a breaker's yard.
Did you inform the DVLA? I'm behind on my paperwork.
Do you mind? - Are you married? - If you don't mind, - I'll speak to a solicitor.
- Separated.
I know how you people work.
Agents of the state.
We citizens can only have rights if we promise not to use them.
Will someone look after Felix? He won't give you any trouble.
Just wants to love and be loved.
Love tamed the wolf.
Take that away, and he's the wolf again.
Gun! Let me go! It's my choice, let me go! We found a large quantity of weapons and ammunition hidden in your attic, Mr.
Denton.
Where did you learn to shoot? In Bradfield, as a boy.
Who taught him? Did your parents encourage you? Not exactly.
They thought I was a bit obsessed.
I'd tell them I was visiting my Uncle David, and spend a few hours at the rifle range.
And Uncle David covered for you, yeah? Yeah.
It was our little secret.
Several weeks ago, you were involved in a minor traffic incident with a Mr.
Kamlesh Vora, in your Volvo 740, the one you said you'd sold to a scrap dealer.
You didn't report it to the police.
We settled it among ourselves.
For 1,000 in cash.
A green Volvo 740 was set on fire in some waste ground a couple of days ago by a man answering to your description.
Do you have anything to say about that? My client explained that the car was no longer in his possession.
Can we get to the point? Go for the stresses, Carol, his business.
What do you do for a living, Mr.
Denton? I'm an I.
T.
Consultant, freelance.
Have you ever had any dealings with KCIT? I've done some work for them, yeah.
Did they pay you? There's some dispute about my fees.
Your contact there was Maggie Waring, wasn't it? How is business? Got any cash-flow problems? How much do you owe the bank? The ransom was 70.
And you shop at Millwood Supermarket, yeah? Doesn't everyone? You had an argument with a checkout girl when your card bounced.
She humiliated you in front of the whole store.
Oh, my God.
When did your wife leave? She went off with a friend of his.
His best friend.
There was someone else, wasn't there? None of your business.
- It's nobody's business.
- I don't see the relevance - in any marital - - That's when it all fell apart, wasn't it? Your business went bust.
Some wired boy drove you off the road, and your clients told you that your work was worthless, that you were worthless.
But you're not, are you? And you had to prove it.
You feel better when you shoot, don't you? You feel powerful when you're looking down that gun sight.
Just you and the target.
They're at your mercy.
No one can stop you.
No one can hurt you.
No one can interfere with you.
Not Uncle Dave, not anyone.
Not Uncle Dave, not anyone.
You smug, arrogant, superior, know-itall whore.
Mr.
Denton, please.
I'd like to confer with my client.
You have all on files, you have all the answers, everything under control.
- You know sod all! - Mr.
Denton, sit down please.
You're going to catch a bullet someday.
Mr.
Denton, I said sit down! - You're going to fall down and bleed! - Do you hear me? Mr.
Denton, for the last time, sit down! word's out and you won't be so sure about anything then.
- Except that you're going to die soon.
- I'm going to ask you one more time.
Sit down, Mr.
Denton.
Your client managed to make a statement.
You prepare it.
You've got all the answers.
That's enough! Why did he try and kill himself? Why did you try and shoot yourself? I'll decide my own fate.
It will be a jury trial.
There's a chance you'll get twenty, thirty years.
I'm not interested in chances.
I prefer certainties.
He hasn't had much luck, has he? His business, his marriage, and now this.
- Thought I had problems.
- He's brought it on himself.
Like I didn't.
He's not interested in chances; - he prefers certainties.
- He's practically confessed.
He had the means, the motives, he knew all the victims.
They were linked like you said all along.
Because I wanted to believe it.
- Yeah, but how do you explain - - Coincidence.
I know it's hard to comprehend, all this misery, all this suffering, all accidental - except it is.
No.
You're wrong.
It was Denton.
You're not thinking straight.
Maybe not.
What do I know? Dr.
Hill.
Can you confirm they've made an arrest? Are you interested in good news? So, they've got the right man? Turn the card; it's all chance.
Twenty-one.
Jung's theory of synchronicity says there are links between events beyond cause and effect, patterns the conscious mind can't perceive.
Roll the dice, turn the card it's all chance.
Jung's theory of synchronicity says there are links between events beyond cause and effect, It's all chance.
There's no such thing as coincidence or accident.
Roll the dice, turn the card over some win, some lose.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
I see that we have some new faces among us tonight.
You're all very welcome.
Maybe you're just sheltering from the rain, or maybe, like me, you've come here to seek answers, reasons why this terrible torment has been pulling at our city.
We fear for our families, for our friends, for ourselves.
Because of one sick, desperate man with a gun.
These answers are not easy to find.
You know, I was told, if you suffer, thank God.
It means you are alive.
In the end, our only answer is faith in God, in his purpose.
A purpose we cannot comprehend.
Let us pray for the departed.
For young Maggie Waring Kamlesh Vora George Burnett and our own Sally Washford.
Let us pray for them, for ourselves, and for each other.
Thank you.
Thank you, father.
Yeah, Lamb.
Jack Lamb.
And you're welcome, Dr.
Hill.
I've been to some of your lectures.
Never dreamt I'd see you in one of mine.
No, me neither.
Did I give you food for thought? Not much appetite at the moment.
Why don't you stay behind for a while? I don't believe in God.
Details.
A chat.
Over a cheap cup of instant coffee.
No obligations.
No salesperson will visit your home.
I'd like that.
Just give me a minute.
Same gun, same bullets, same guy.
Congregation - names and addresses? What? It's not like a club.
They don't have membership lists.
It's a congregation.
They have regulars, they have ushers, they know each other.
Yeah, I know.
I only heard fifteen minutes ago.
On the steps of his church, yes.
Unbelievable.
I'll call you back, Andy.
Hello, I'm DCI Carol Jordan.
John Fordham, Jack's bishop.
I came as soon as I heard.
It's truly terrible.
Have you any idea why this might have happened? Well, it's the same man, wasn't it, this sniper? I thought you'd made an arrest.
Do you know if Pather Lamb received any threats from any of his parishioners or the people he met through his work? No.
No, nothing like that.
Jack was a well-loved priest.
He'd been here for years.
And I'm not just saying that.
He was the nearest thing I knew to a saint.
He hadn't been accused of anything? Priests deal with troubled families, troubled individuals.
Had he ever been accused of interfering with parishioners or their children? Oh, mother of God, what is this? Are you so desperate for leads now you're digging for dirt on the victim? He was a harmless old man.
He was kind.
He was popular.
He was never accused of anything.
So he really was just an innocent victim? - Of course.
- Then why was he shot? - God knows.
- So you'd be the right man to ask.
If there's anything else you need, Ms.
Jordan, let me know.
I've arrangements to make.
Hello.
I'd like to speak to Andrew, please.
Yes, I don't know whether you've heard Ma'am, it's Dr.
Hill.
Tony? Oh, it's his.
I was there when he died.
Why? What were you doing here? He's picking his victims at random, Carol.
He's cutting the deck.
God playing dice with the universe.
There's no meaning, no motive, no pattern.
There's no why, there's no who.
There's no hope.
I'm going to take some extended leave so I can look after you, seeing as you won't look after yourself.
That won't be a long-term position.
What about the case? Plenty of DCls where I came from.
There's nothing they can do that you haven't already done, Carol.
I was so convinced there was a link.
When Denton was the link, it all made sense.
That's human nature.
Finding patterns.
Faces in clouds, gods in stars, the future in tea leaves.
We're so desperate for meaning, we invent it.
- There is none.
- That's not true.
Who we care about, what we care about, fighting for it, that's what gives our lives meaning.
We have to go on.
We don't have any choices.
You won't take time off.
Within an hour, you'll be back at work, pushing a rock up a hill.
Tony, I understand that this is really difficult for you, but, please help me.
He's not making conscious decisions, Carol.
He's given his will to the cards.
And they tell him what to do.
I know, it's hopeless.
I know he's acting at random.
And I know he could strike anywhere.
Not anywhere.
He doesn't have infinite choices.
Kev.
Kevin! How are you getting on with those names? The congregation? Yeah, um, I'm trying to get a hold of someone on the parish council.
And? And I'll try them again.
Have you been drinking? No.
Kevin.
What do you think you're playing at? We're running a murder investigation and you're getting pissed.
Sorry, I won't have this.
We're not giving up.
We can't.
We're the only chance the public has.
I know it's hard, I know it seems to go on forever, but we have to try.
Go home.
Ma'am, Denton's still in custody.
We could charge him with possession of those handguns.
Bail him.
All of us connected.
No one man is an island.
But each of us, part of the part of the part of the what? The faith, the hope that something holds us all together? Pebbles, Fibonacci sequence, golden section? The world ruled by numbers? By immune constant laws that no one understands.
If they did, we could predict the future.
But we can't.
If we could, these people would still be alive.
It's all pointless! You want a blaze of glory.
Where would you get that glory? You could move to a new city, you can start again.
Or you can go back somewhere you've already been.
That's your blaze of glory.
DCI Jordan.
Thank you for your letter dated the 24th.
We have detailed extra staff as requested.
You're not coming back from this.
You didn't have any choice once the cards had decided for you; otherwise it wouldn't have any meaning, would it? There's something so pure about chance, almost makes life bearable.
I can see the buzz.
All those people going to work, thinking about their mortgage, their promotion, everything well, everything except you waiting for them.
How long have you got? How many can you take? No one else is coming.
It's just us.
And this, there's nothing to this, is there? There's no risk.
Where's the risk? Haven't you got a revolver in there or something? Come on.
Come on.
Let's play.
Come on.
Come on! What's wrong? Does it matter who pulls the trigger? Yeah, all those hostages to fortune.
Men and women, they're taking their kids to school.
And knowing you're out there.
But they're getting on with their lives.
Every single one of them has more courage than you.
Clean shot to the head.
- Armed police! - Armed police! - Armed police! - Get down! Armed police! Armed police! Tony.
Search the building.
Hello, can you hear me? Dr.
Hill, can you hear me? Dr.
Hill.
Welcome back.
You suffered a hemorrhage at the site of the tumor.
We had to perform an emergency operation.
How did you get on? Well, how do you feel? Sick.
Sore.
Shocked, shattered, sad, sorry Ten words beginning with "S".
Very good.
Very promising.
Doctor.
Shouldn't you be at work? I'm the DCI who caught the Bradfield Sniper.
I can take the day off.
Bradfield sniper.
Thirty-five years old, draftsman.
Made redundant a month ago.
His wife died last year of cancer.
The press want to know how we caught him.
You tell them good police work.
Not the truth.
It's too scary.
I could cope, you know.
All those deaths.
A part of me can treat it as the job.
Losing you I couldn't cope with.
I'm not too crazy about the idea, either.
Biopsy indicates a stage 3, grade 1 tumor.
Classic meningioma, quite benign.
Would you like a souvenir? No, I would not.
No, no, no, no, no.
You keep it.
Fine specimen.
A very clean job.
- Clean job? - Yes.
I'm sorry about the scalp.
We were in a hurry.
Will he need further treatment? Just radiotherapy and continuing observation.
But that's largely a precaution.
Given some luck, I think we can be optimistic.
Thank you.
I'll put this with my collection, then, shall I? Take your time.
You have plenty.
Looking for faces in the clouds? No.
I was just thinking about Hang-gliding.
Shouldn't you wait until you lose the staple work? No.
I'm tired of putting things off.
Come with me.
- No, I've got work to do.
- You're making excuses.
- Yeah.
- Life's dangerous.
Come with me.
- Mr.
Harris, we have a warrant to search your house.
- What? - A search warrant? What on earth for? - You'll receive further information.
- What about? The weather? Right, you two, upstairs with me.
Be careful.
That's a Corbusier.
Thank you.
Are you going to search the house or just gawk? What is that smell? Is it oranges? - Who is he? - An adviser.
- Not a fashion adviser.
- Take a seat, Mr.
Harris.
this might take some time.
I'll put the kettle on, then.
Hi, good morning.
This is Jasper Harris.
Yeah, I need to speak to Christopher Philips, please.
Thank you.
Chris, hi, it's Jasper.
You won't believe this, but I've got about a hundred coppers tearing my house apart now.
I don't know.
I think it's something to do with that girl who disappeared.
They have a search warrant, yeah.
OK, great.
All right, sixty minutes.
Thank you, bye.
Nothing.
Paula, what's downstairs? Snooker tables and gym equipment.
It doesn't fit, does it, with the minimalist look? Everything's stored away out of sight, out of mind.
- Lots of - -What is he jabbering on about? Should be clean and sterile.
- Tony! - It's all lock.
- What the hell is he doing? - Tony! - Will you take him out of here?! - It's fine.
Tony! - Get him out of here! - Fine.
- Kevin, get him out! - For God's sake! It's OK.
You're going to be all right.
Harris, you are under arrest.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm - What's going on in there? - It's you.
What? You smelt of oranges.
Wire in the Blood - Good morning.
- Good morning.
Have a nice weekend? Went to the races with some mates.
- Oh, yeah? You get lucky? - No, but I won 50 quid.
Maggie.
Maggie God! Season 3 - Episode 04 You didn't like him, did you? Not just because he was young, handsome and loaded? - You think I'm that shallow? - I think you're a bloke.
How is the girl? She'll be OK.
Well, that makes two of us.
Come on.
Tony, you can't leave without your test results.
You could have concussion.
You might have a fractured skull.
- Carol, I am fine.
- Sit down and wait.
Carol Jordan.
KCIT? - Right, I'll be there in ten.
- Any chance of a lift? No.
I'm going to a crime scene.
Fine by me.
Maggie Waring.
Assistant Head of Customer Relations.
Shot whilst chatting to a colleague.
Colleague? Steve Barker.
Senior manager.
He's being treated for shock.
Forensics are checking the woods.
Mike, this is Tony Hill our profiler.
Sergeant Kingsbury's from armed response.
This is probably the best point of vantage.
What range is that - about 2-300 metres? The shooter's skilled.
Most likely using a hunting rifle with a scope.
Forensic will tell us more when they've checked the bullets.
That's some distance.
Or is that part of the challenge? Or was she just a target? Or couldn't he face her? Do you think he knew her? Well, crimes of passion are usually up close and personal, or maybe that's what we're meant to think.
- They found a footprint? - There's lots of them.
It's a popular area for walkers and joggers.
Good.
More chance of a witness.
Tony.
The woods - home for a hunter.
A beast.
Predator.
If you land on your head you'll finish yourself off.
There's no other traces.
No bullet casings, no damaged undergrowth.
He's organised.
Fastidious.
Possibly he has a dog, probably an Alsatian.
He recce the area well in advance.
Well, a man walking a dog's not going to arouse suspicion, is it? He's undemanding, loyal, trusting.
Do you think he was trained? - Experienced? - Definitely.
He'd only have a window of a few seconds as his targets passed between those cars.
Unless he was there, in the tree.
Then he could take his time.
That's what predators want.
To see everything and not be seen.
Paula, can you get forensics up there? It rained last night but SOCO says this is bone dry.
I I just totally freaked out.
I was completely useless.
You imagine how you'd be in a crisis and how you'd keep it together, but when one comes along, I just I just fell to bits.
Did she often wear red? - What? - Maggie.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Was she married? Boyfriends? No-one regular.
As far as I'm aware.
Old fires? Old flames? Ex-boyfriends? Some.
No nutters, as far as I know.
She was in customer services? Yeah.
Yeah.
The clients loved her.
- She'd only been there a month.
- What about before that? Human resources.
Hiring and firing! So, had she had to sack anyone recently? Anyone complain about unfair dismissal? I Hang on a minute.
There was a guy called Crawford.
He used to work in maintenance.
He was accused of sexual harassment.
He'd had verbal, written warnings, the lot.
"Don't try to ignore me.
"You will pay one way or the other.
" Who did he harass? Oh, anyone in a skirt.
Including Maggie.
Actually, especially Maggie.
I always knew this guy was a creep but - I never thought - No-one ever does.
A sexually inadequate man becomes obsessed with a woman, convinces himself that they're having a relationship.
But when she fires him she becomes every woman that ever rejected him.
The playing card - what's that? - A private joke? - The Queen of Hearts.
Mother? Lover? Tyrant? - Off with his head? - Guv! The hospital's looking for Dr.
Hill.
She was wearing red.
The scarlet woman.
The queen is a whore.
Tony Hill.
What for? Can't you just - Fine.
OK.
What's that? God knows.
Probably lost the X-ray.
Have you been getting headaches at all? Blackouts? I got cracked across the head with an iron bar.
Before that.
Any problems with vision? What about smelling things? What about it? There was no fracture of the skull at least.
The reason we called you back was this.
This shadow here.
It is slightly undefined.
But we suspect a possible brain tumour.
We'll know more when we've run some tests up in neurology.
What about testing the X-ray machine? We're pretty sure there's nothing wrong with X-ray machine.
I was pretty sure there's nothing wrong with me till a minute ago.
All the same, I'll do an MRI and a full neurological checkup.
- When? - Today.
Now.
- Armed police! - Armed police! Stay still! Armed police.
Put your hands where we can see them.
What the hell? Guv.
- Terry Crawford? - Piss off.
We'd like to speak to you at the station.
- Can you get dressed, please? - Piss off.
I did nothing.
Can you try and give me ten words beginning with P.
Pie, pal, poor, pot, patients, patience, psychology, pneumonia, phantom day.
Day doesn't start with a P.
Mine does.
She told lies about me and they believed them.
Seem it was I say, all lies.
- You wrote threatening letters.
- Not threats, darling.
I don't make threats.
"One way or another you'll pay.
" She did, didn't she? It wasn't just that she fired you, was it? You made a pass at her and she turned you down.
She turned everyone down.
She was a dyke.
- I knew what she needed.
- What did she need? A good seeing to.
Be back in a minute.
You're in Crosshairs Gun Club but no-one see you shoot.
Where's your gun? You want to check out my weapon? - Mr.
Crawf - - What about you, sweetheart? - Shut up! - A woman has been murdered.
A woman who you threatened in writing.
Forensic tests will tell us if you fired a gun or you stay a few in those woods so why don't you say and tell us what happened? You want me to do your job for you? That's it.
No wonder you don't carry guns.
You girls wouldn't know what to do with them.
Do you do jigsaws? Can you tell me where that bit goes? It's brain tissue.
It's from the victim.
We had to scrape it off the car.
Oh, my God! You haven't shot anyone, have you? You haven't even got a gun.
You haven't even got a dog! I take it you didn't pick this up in the postmortem? It's porridge and jam from the canteen.
This guy's a fantasist.
He's a dreamer.
You're an attractive woman who took him seriously.
Look at his hands.
Makes a good cocktail, but a lousy sniper.
What did they say at the hospital? The man you want is intelligent.
He's methodical, highly organised.
He left nothing to chance, Carol.
Apart from the playing card.
- So is this personal? - I hope so.
Because if it is, it'll end here.
Would you like some help in that? No, I'm fine.
I'm not fine, am I? Ma'am, Forensics found two more fresh shoe prints in the area.
Size 9 trainers.
About two months old, from Jock Locker.
Own brand.
70,000 pair sold this year across the U.
K.
Start with local branches.
See if anyone sold a pair two months ago to a man in his 30s.
And there were paw prints.
About three days old, large dog, probably an Alsatian.
Pet shops, vets, local dog owners.
And talk to Traffic.
See if anyone gave saw something in that area.
Did Dr.
Hill go home? I think so, yeah.
Are you with someone? I am now.
What are you celebrating? Sorry, what are we celebrating? What did the hospital want? There's something wrong with the X-ray machine.
That's not what they said.
Sorry, I'm nosy.
Part of my job description.
- What did they say exactly? - That I should ask you.
They think it's a brain tumour.
An intracranial meningioma.
But if I can pronounce it, there can't be that much wrong with me.
Did you ask for a second opinion? Yeah, they sent for a specialist to cut my head open and have a look.
Just wasted £30 on a haircut.
Carol! Don't please.
Carol, I'm not dying.
Chances are it's benign.
Chances are? All right, well, sort of benign.
In time it'll affect my movement, speech, coordination I'll probably have to give up ballet.
Carol, it might not happen for years.
We've all got to die of something.
Are you going to take time off? Are you trying to get rid of me? On the contrary.
Cheers.
One's a murder, two's a spree.
It's the same calibre bullet, the same MO.
Position recce'd in advance.
Excellent line of sight.
Two shots in 20 seconds and withdraw.
Not much of a marksman, if he need two shots.
He doesn't need two shots.
He wants to prolong the victims torment.
So they realise what's happening.
It enhances his sense of force.
No, not force power.
Guv.
It was under the carpet.
- Jack of Diamonds.
- Or the knave.
- What age was the victim? - 25.
Asian.
And he wore a lot of jewellery? He's a gambler, Carol.
That's why he takes an extra The extra risk makes it intense.
So, he wants to be caught.
Wants to leave his mark.
He's trying to say something.
What? If he could put it into words, he wouldn't be shooting people.
"City Under Seige" Is this a racist attack? We're not ruling that out.
Did Kamlesh mention any problems like that? I'm just trying to make sense of this.
Did he have any enemies? - Had he argued with someone? - Enemies? No.
He got on with everyone.
He had lot friends, thought I didn't like them.
Why not? They were young and stupid.
They liked flash cars.
Spending their parents' money.
Like Kamlesh.
Did he know a girl called Maggie Waring? She worked for a company called KCIT.
- An english girl? - Yeah.
Maybe.
I don't know.
He had so many friends.
When he was little, he used to bring his friends home from school.
He would say, "Papa, "these are my new friends.
" I'm sorry.
Who could have done this? Can you take a look at this picture, please? Excuse me, doctor.
- That's fine, sister.
- Thank you.
Sorry, Tony.
Could you tell me what's happening in that photo, please? I'm not quite sure.
It looks like a wedding, but the doors are closed, and he's wearing his ring on the wrong hand.
And he's wearing makeup, so it's a fake.
Real life leaves scars, like your wedding ring.
I'm not wearing a wedding ring.
You've still got the mark.
Took it off recently? You're still wearing the same clothes as you did last time, so you've not been home.
You're staying with that nurse, the one who's just been in.
Let's move on to physical coordination, shall we? Yeah.
One of the bullets was recovered almost intact.
The ammunition itself's pretty common, Lechase brand.
Available across Europe.
The gun, now the gun's a different matter.
Look at the striations, the grooves on the bullet.
Modern barrels are hammer forged - mass produced.
This bullet was fired from a gun with a hand-rifle barrel.
The type that hasn't been made in 20 years.
What type? A Finnish Luosto .
308.
There are only about six in the country that we know of.
This one, I'm affraid, is not on our records.
- But it's a rarity? - Oh, yes.
A real collector's item.
Talk to especialist's gun dealers.
If they've seen it, they'll remember it.
I know why you're here, but you're barking up the wrong tree.
Rifle-club members are responsible, law-abiding citizens, not criminals.
We're looking for a skilled marksman who practises every week.
That's half our membership.
Look, antisocial gunfighters don't join shooting clubs.
They'd get spotted straight away.
Do any of your members possess the Finnish rifle, - the Luosto .
308? - Not that I'm aware of.
Well, we'd like to ask them.
And we'd like to take fingerprints.
- On a purely voluntary basis.
- Fingerprints? Yeah, to check against the crime scene.
I'm sorry.
I can't divulge my membership list.
Then I'll have your permit withdrawn and this club's closed.
So much for purely voluntary! Hi, Tony.
What's the news? You're Dr.
Hill's partner? - Wife? - Is this more word association? - I'm his next of kin.
- I need the bathroom.
I'm afraid there is cause for concern.
The tests indicate Asperger's Syndrome.
- No, he's always been like that.
- Really? From quite minor details he drew the most extraordinary conclusions.
Was he wrong? Anyhow we need to monitor his condition as it deteriorates.
But I thought it was benign.
That's possible, but it's growing and it's started to encroach on his brain.
The longer we leave it the worse it will get.
We'll know more when he's seen the specialist.
But he says he feels fine.
Denial's a common reaction.
Then guilt, then anger, then despair.
- He'll need a - - Partner.
Friend.
- Dr.
Hill.
- Yeah.
What sort of car would this guy drive? - Big, rugged.
- Like a four-by-four.
Yeah.
You told me to check with traffic.
This was taken by a red-light camera on Monday morning four minutes after the first shooting.
Where? About a mile and a half from the crime scene.
He must have been in a hurry.
This is him.
Not the car.
The bike.
Him.
The cyclist.
Look at the kitbag.
Look at the trainers.
I can slip in and of woods.
Over pavements.
Across fields.
The motorists won't even see me.
Queen of Hearts.
She stole some tarts.
Jack of Diamons.
A girl's best friend.
Who's next? The King.
The patriarch.
The authority figure.
And you're the Ace.
The Ace of Spades.
Yeah, that's a Crusher Mountain bike, about four years old.
Discontinued, you can pick them up secondhand almost anywhere.
Are you all right? Yeah.
I thought you'd be working on the case.
He's playing a game.
You want to join in, you need to know the rules.
I've called a press conference for tomorrow.
To reassure the public.
And to appeal for witnesses.
Will you be able to come? I'm in no position to reassure anyone.
Let's face it, Carol, I must have deserved this.
This thing in my head.
Not enough exercise.
Too much second-hand smoke.
Too many TV dinners warmed in the microwave.
Tony, it's not your fault.
It's no-one's fault.
You can't blame yourself for everything you did or didn't do.
It just happened.
No, nothing just happens.
It's not bad luck.
It's not destiny.
Tumours happen for a reason.
People won't look for a reason cos they're too scared to take responsibility for their choices.
He shot her and spared her boss.
He shot him and left a woman with the kid.
He's making choices.
The choices will tell us about him.
Do they tell us what he's going to do next? He likes his victims in the open.
While he remains concealed.
So look for exposed spaces.
A park, playground, playing field Overlooked by trees or a derelict building.
Within four miles of these two victims.
With every kill his confidence grows.
He'll extend his territory, his radius of action.
So the longer this goes on - the worse it will get.
Do you feel reassured? If you know this man or if you've seen him, please get in touch.
He may have been walking his dog in the woods on days preceding the shooting, possibly an Alsatian.
Of course, he might have nothing to do with it.
But we'd still like him to come forward.
What about the driver of the car? She has no recollection of the cyclist.
When are you going to catch this guy? We're following up several leads.
- In the meantime - - Haven't we heard that before, DI Jordan? Would you advise them to avoid open spaces, - stay indoors? - No.
Just stay vigilant and let us know if they see anything that makes them uneasy, suspicious.
This sniper could strike again at any time.
Effectively, Bradfield's under siege.
- That's not the case.
- Can you tell me - how big a part Dr.
- With the help of the public and press we will catch this man.
That's it, ladies and gentlemen.
more questions We need more information.
Dr.
Hill, still propping up DI Jordan? It's DCI.
I thought you'd moved down south.
Parents getting on a bit.
Thought I'd come home and look after them.
Wealthy, are they? So any chance of some background on this Bradfield sniper? Newspapers smell fearI mean, they sell fear, don't they? You all right.
A bit early in the day for a drink.
You want background? Get a handout.
Have you been suffering from mood swings? Irritability? I've got a brain tumour.
Every day's a carnival.
What about your memory? - Any lapses? - Not that I recall.
You may find that you forget things that are second nature.
Andyou remember things that never even happened.
The headaches are due to intracranial pressure.
I'll prescribe some steroids.
It appears to be a primary tumour.
Which means it hasn't spread from elsewhere in the body.
That's good news.
Which suggests there's bad news.
It's growing quickly so it's atypical.
- Probably malignant.
- How probably? I can tell you that when I've taken it out.
- I was afraid you were going to say that.
- How is tomorrow for you? Leaving it is not an option? Perhapsif we knew it was benign butit would go on growing.
In time the headaches will become more severe, you'd lose the ability to walk, to write, to speak.
Eventually you'd die.
If it's malignant, all that will happen in three months.
What are my chances if you operate? Brain surgery always involves the risk of damage to healthy tissue.
ButI would say that you have a Well, I'm quite good at my job, so let's say50.
Whichever way you look at it, it's a gamble.
And it's a choice only you can make.
I'd rather go out with a fight.
Good man.
I'm checking for relatives I've spoken to Hold on a minute.
I just want the money back.
Just give me the money.
You owe me money! - I don't owe you anything.
- You owe me money! Son! He owes me money.
Just call an ambulance.
Sir! Sir! George Burnett.
Maths teacher in his 40s.
Shot through the chest while he supervised lunch break.
For the want of a nail, the king was lost.
Kingdom.
- For the want of a nail - - Forensics.
Where it came from.
What sort of hammer he used.
And get a list of the victim's ex-pupils.
Crosscheck with the other two; see if any names come up.
He's been teaching here for nearly 20 years.
Start with men in their 30s.
He's a teacher.
Authority figure.
Father figure.
King.
Let me see that.
Seven of Clubs.
Where the hell does that fit? Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs.
Could be working his way through the suits.
Or working his way through the deck.
No! There's a pattern here.
- Give it time, Tony.
- I haven't got time.
Everybody wants miracles.
- Carol Jordan.
- He's going to call.
He knows we don't understand what the cards mean.
Is he going to tell us? No.
Can you be here when he calls? I'm going to hospital tomorrow for the process proc procedure, procedure.
They're operating? Tony, why didn't you tell me? - Do you want me there? - It doesn't matter.
I'll be unconscious.
Well, hopefully.
When you wake up.
If I wake up.
Look, when he calls, you won't understand him.
He wants to taunt you, he wants to frustrate you, spread the panic.
It's all part of the game.
Get some sleep, Tony.
Yeah, you, too.
Hi, is that Neurology? This is Carol Jordan.
DCI Jordan, yes.
I was hoping you could give me some news on Dr.
Hill.
Really? Tomorrow? Thank you.
Ten with possible IDs.
You and Harry chase those up.
- Kev.
- Forensics says It was a six-inch steel nail available from any DIY store.
- Nothing on the hammer.
- Okay, take the photo to every hardware and DIY store within a three-mile radius of the shooting.
- Are you off? - Yeah.
Tony's going in to hospital.
- Was it that bang on the head? - Yeah.
I thought he was acting flaky.
Well more flaky than usual.
Hold the line, please.
Ma'am? It's for you.
I can hardly make him out and he won't give his name.
Keep him on hold.
Kev, call Traces.
Hi, there's a call on extension 220 we need recorded and traced.
DCI Jordan.
You won't find me.
You've got more chance of winning the lotto.
Sorry, this is a really bad line.
Don't kid a kidder.
You're trying to trace the call.
What do you want? Sorry, you're going to have to call back.
Roll the dice.
Treehouse Arcade phone box.
- Yes.
- Miss Jordan, this is Mary Grey from neurology at Bradfield General Hospital.
We've got you down as Tony Hill's next of kin.
- What's happened? - No, nothing's happened, he just didn't turn up for surgery.
Do you have any idea where he is? - Yeah.
- Tony, you missed your surgery.
Has he called yet? Yes.
We couldn't understand him.
Maybe I should come in.
I'll send a car.
Where are you? Tony.
I'm on my way Sorry, this is a bad line.
Don't kid a kidder.
You're trying to trace the call.
What do you want? Sorry, you're going to have to call back.
Roll the dice.
Who's Roller? His next victim? Roll the dice.
Roll the dice.
Did you make out anything he said? Yes, we did.
We'd like him to call back.
We're keen to hear what he has to say.
What have you got to say to the people of Bradfield about your handling of this case? Everyone on this force is doing everything in their power to catch this murderer.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
Dr.
Hill, any news of your hospital results? You know, maybe we could go proactive on this, plant a story to draw the gunman out.
Invent something, you mean? It's not very ethical I didn't think ethics bothered you.
You're wrong.
You could give hope to so many people.
Tony.
You want to know where he's going to strike next? We don't have to talk here.
He's choosing his targets deliberately.
Office worker, boy racer, teacher - - Tony.
- She has a right to know, Carol.
Don't you see where he's going? - Tony, do you think we should discuss - - So, who is the next target? Someone in the media.
And preferably a pushy tabloid hag who'd do anything to get her face on the front page Including having it blown off! Call the hospital from my office.
Make another appointment.
You want nice Tony back? I'll take any Tony I can get, as long as he's alive.
Did you call the hospital? - I've rescheduled for next week.
- Tony, the longer you put it off He's leaving cards in other places as well.
- It's the hand we don't see.
- What do you mean? The times the cards told him not to shoot.
Queen, Jack, Seven.
Jung's theory of synchronicity said there are links between events beyond cause and effect.
Patterns the conscious mind can't perceive.
There is no such thing as coincidence or accident.
- Did Jung say that as well? - No, that was Joe Stalin.
He was one of history's greatest murderers.
Second to cancer.
Guv.
- DCI Jordan.
- You're next.
You've made your point.
There's no need for any more innocent people to die.
No-one's innocent.
It's a wicked world and we're all to blame.
How can I help? 70 grand should cover it.
If we pay you, will you stop? I won't if you don't.
- Where do we send it? -Small denomination, unmarked notes in a black bin bag.
Drop it in the bin opposite stall 30 on Horsefayre Market, noon tomorrow.
And if I so much as smell a cop, you'll be consoling 20 grieving relatives next week.
It might take time to get the money together.
Oh, please! Don't take the piss.
- 70 grand? - Paula, talk to me.
We've got two cars in the area; they reckon ETA twenty seconds.
Croakton Street.
Right on the edge.
world's first discount extortionist.
Maybe it's a first installment.
He won't be collecting anyway.
They're bringing him in now.
Beck.
Jimmy Beck.
We spoke earlier.
You rang the station twenty minutes ago.
- Must have been a wrong number.
- So why did you run from my officers? - I thought they were going to do me over.
- Why did you think that? Cos they did.
We'll need your clothes for forensic tests.
Come on! - It's for personal use, OK? - What is? - For God's sake.
- A bit of grass.
Hardly even illegal these days.
Was anyone in the phone box before you? Yeah, a guy, 40-ish, baseball cap.
Left 30 seconds before you lot turned up.
Thank you, sir.
It wasn't me you wanted, was it? By the way it is illegal.
Charge him.
- Oh, for f - Carol, You've done all you can.
You've covered all angles - I know that, Tony.
But why are we having such shit luck? - Guv.
- What? We checked out the shops selling those playing cards.
This guy bought ten decks two weeks ago at a toy shop in Barlow.
It's kind of a fluke; they normally wipe the tapes - once a fortnight.
- Good.
Release it to the press.
Make sure everyone on the stakeout gets a copy.
- Sure.
- Horsefayre Market? I don't' know.
The ransom is too low, the drop-off's too exposed, but if there's a chance he'll show up, we have to take it.
Hiya.
Sorry.
I'm closing.
Oi, I thought you'd sorted the binmen.
I did.
Shit.
When the press find out that I've just thrown while he struck again He wants to make you look stupid, Carol.
Well, he succeeded.
It enhances his God complex, his sense of control.
Can't we set something up, give him a target? You know, something that challenges his ego? "I'm not interested in authority figures.
"I'm interested in people like her.
" "Ordinary people.
"People who forget death's on their shoulder.
"They need to taste death before they can live, "and I am death.
You can't stop me, "you can't summon me.
"I have control.
" Gov.
Manager is sorting out the security footage.
Right, I want details of every customer through her till in the last fortnight.
That could be over a thousand people.
If they paid in plastic, there will be records.
And what if he paid by cash? What if he never even shopped here at all? - Kevin -- - All this piling up a day, it's a waste of time.
You got something better to do? Paula, what have you got on the playing card? Ten of Hearts.
Find out what number her till was.
I've done.
It's number 15.
Nobody knows why she went outside.
Her shift wasn't over, and she didn't smoke.
So there's no way that he could have known that she was going to be outside in the car park at that moment.
I think Kevin was right.
Gov, have you seen this? Is it true what she's saying? About Dr.
Hill? Stupid bitch.
"Profiling expert has only weeks to live" Stay where you are! Hey, get the hell off me! Maggie Waring, Kamlesh Vora, George Burnett - all killed within the space of one week.
The queen, Jack, seven.
What hand is that? Stick, twist, busted flush? It's not 21's.
Is it straight poker, old maid? What? I don't get it.
And you know we won't get it.
Why do you even bother leaving these? You don't need me; you need a decent bookie.
Are you going to go back to the hospital? Actually, I'm going to try hang-gliding.
It's all the risk of a brain tumor, but more of the glamour.
See, that's the thing about gambling.
It's addictive, self-destructive.
He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
The gamblers think they have a system, they can beat the house.
But the house always wins.
It's fixed that way.
His luck will run out.
You know, "All good things " Do you ever wish we were still lovers? That weekend in Paris? We spent two days in bed oysters from room service We should do that again.
Tony, we were never lovers.
Well, it felt like it to me.
No, what I mean is, that never happened.
I'm sorry.
You must be thinking of I can't think straight.
I don't know what's real, what's what's accident, what's intention.
I don't know what's me.
And what's this? You know, what's this? Tony, you try and hold on, OK? You're still here, you're still you.
You know, when I talk to myself there's no one there.
I miss me.
- Paula.
- Ma'am.
Uniforms have just nicked a kid for twocking.
They thought he'd burned a car on the Cleveland estate.
What does he say? That the car was dumped by a man in his 30s riding a mountain bike.
Is he giving up? Getting rid of the evidence so he can skip town? No, I'm not done yet.
Think this is linked to one of the victims.
"Can't let you lot trace it.
" Maggie Waring, customer services at an I.
T.
company? George Burnett.
It's a teacher's car, isn't it, a Volvo? "I roll over.
" That's what "Volvo" means - "I roll over.
" Was this the fire? No, fire wouldn't have dented the bodywork like that.
Kamlesh Vora was a boy racer.
What, you think he ran into Kamlesh? Maybe Kamlesh ran into him.
Mr.
Vora, I'm sorry to trouble you again.
This is DS Geoffries.
It might seem strange, but I need to ask you, had Kamlesh been involved in a vehicle collision recently? All the time, but never anything serious.
Dented paintwork, injured pride.
He never hurt anyone.
But none of the incidents were ever reported.
Why was that? I settled them myself with cash.
That was okay, isn't it? Yeah, that's fine.
Did you ever deal with a man possibly in his 30s; he drove a green Volvo? It would have been over a damaged wing.
Him.
Yes.
Two months ago.
He was crazy.
Screaming we have ruined his business.
I ultimately gave him 1,000 pounds.
Then still he wasn't happy.
What was his name? Do you remember? Do you remember? Bill Denton? - Go on! - Armed police! Show us your hands! This is private property! You have no right! Mr.
Denton, we have a warrant to search your house.
We'd like you to come down to the station.
Can I at least get dressed first? We need to sort this dog.
Let him do it.
Relax, Felix, it's the new world order, that's all.
You got a key for this? - Yeah.
- Yes, I do have permits for all of those.
Some of your paperwork is missing.
- I've been tidying up.
- Did you own a green Volvo 740 - until quite recently? - I sold it to a breaker's yard.
Did you inform the DVLA? I'm behind on my paperwork.
Do you mind? - Are you married? - If you don't mind, - I'll speak to a solicitor.
- Separated.
I know how you people work.
Agents of the state.
We citizens can only have rights if we promise not to use them.
Will someone look after Felix? He won't give you any trouble.
Just wants to love and be loved.
Love tamed the wolf.
Take that away, and he's the wolf again.
Gun! Let me go! It's my choice, let me go! We found a large quantity of weapons and ammunition hidden in your attic, Mr.
Denton.
Where did you learn to shoot? In Bradfield, as a boy.
Who taught him? Did your parents encourage you? Not exactly.
They thought I was a bit obsessed.
I'd tell them I was visiting my Uncle David, and spend a few hours at the rifle range.
And Uncle David covered for you, yeah? Yeah.
It was our little secret.
Several weeks ago, you were involved in a minor traffic incident with a Mr.
Kamlesh Vora, in your Volvo 740, the one you said you'd sold to a scrap dealer.
You didn't report it to the police.
We settled it among ourselves.
For 1,000 in cash.
A green Volvo 740 was set on fire in some waste ground a couple of days ago by a man answering to your description.
Do you have anything to say about that? My client explained that the car was no longer in his possession.
Can we get to the point? Go for the stresses, Carol, his business.
What do you do for a living, Mr.
Denton? I'm an I.
T.
Consultant, freelance.
Have you ever had any dealings with KCIT? I've done some work for them, yeah.
Did they pay you? There's some dispute about my fees.
Your contact there was Maggie Waring, wasn't it? How is business? Got any cash-flow problems? How much do you owe the bank? The ransom was 70.
And you shop at Millwood Supermarket, yeah? Doesn't everyone? You had an argument with a checkout girl when your card bounced.
She humiliated you in front of the whole store.
Oh, my God.
When did your wife leave? She went off with a friend of his.
His best friend.
There was someone else, wasn't there? None of your business.
- It's nobody's business.
- I don't see the relevance - in any marital - - That's when it all fell apart, wasn't it? Your business went bust.
Some wired boy drove you off the road, and your clients told you that your work was worthless, that you were worthless.
But you're not, are you? And you had to prove it.
You feel better when you shoot, don't you? You feel powerful when you're looking down that gun sight.
Just you and the target.
They're at your mercy.
No one can stop you.
No one can hurt you.
No one can interfere with you.
Not Uncle Dave, not anyone.
Not Uncle Dave, not anyone.
You smug, arrogant, superior, know-itall whore.
Mr.
Denton, please.
I'd like to confer with my client.
You have all on files, you have all the answers, everything under control.
- You know sod all! - Mr.
Denton, sit down please.
You're going to catch a bullet someday.
Mr.
Denton, I said sit down! - You're going to fall down and bleed! - Do you hear me? Mr.
Denton, for the last time, sit down! word's out and you won't be so sure about anything then.
- Except that you're going to die soon.
- I'm going to ask you one more time.
Sit down, Mr.
Denton.
Your client managed to make a statement.
You prepare it.
You've got all the answers.
That's enough! Why did he try and kill himself? Why did you try and shoot yourself? I'll decide my own fate.
It will be a jury trial.
There's a chance you'll get twenty, thirty years.
I'm not interested in chances.
I prefer certainties.
He hasn't had much luck, has he? His business, his marriage, and now this.
- Thought I had problems.
- He's brought it on himself.
Like I didn't.
He's not interested in chances; - he prefers certainties.
- He's practically confessed.
He had the means, the motives, he knew all the victims.
They were linked like you said all along.
Because I wanted to believe it.
- Yeah, but how do you explain - - Coincidence.
I know it's hard to comprehend, all this misery, all this suffering, all accidental - except it is.
No.
You're wrong.
It was Denton.
You're not thinking straight.
Maybe not.
What do I know? Dr.
Hill.
Can you confirm they've made an arrest? Are you interested in good news? So, they've got the right man? Turn the card; it's all chance.
Twenty-one.
Jung's theory of synchronicity says there are links between events beyond cause and effect, patterns the conscious mind can't perceive.
Roll the dice, turn the card it's all chance.
Jung's theory of synchronicity says there are links between events beyond cause and effect, It's all chance.
There's no such thing as coincidence or accident.
Roll the dice, turn the card over some win, some lose.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
I see that we have some new faces among us tonight.
You're all very welcome.
Maybe you're just sheltering from the rain, or maybe, like me, you've come here to seek answers, reasons why this terrible torment has been pulling at our city.
We fear for our families, for our friends, for ourselves.
Because of one sick, desperate man with a gun.
These answers are not easy to find.
You know, I was told, if you suffer, thank God.
It means you are alive.
In the end, our only answer is faith in God, in his purpose.
A purpose we cannot comprehend.
Let us pray for the departed.
For young Maggie Waring Kamlesh Vora George Burnett and our own Sally Washford.
Let us pray for them, for ourselves, and for each other.
Thank you.
Thank you, father.
Yeah, Lamb.
Jack Lamb.
And you're welcome, Dr.
Hill.
I've been to some of your lectures.
Never dreamt I'd see you in one of mine.
No, me neither.
Did I give you food for thought? Not much appetite at the moment.
Why don't you stay behind for a while? I don't believe in God.
Details.
A chat.
Over a cheap cup of instant coffee.
No obligations.
No salesperson will visit your home.
I'd like that.
Just give me a minute.
Same gun, same bullets, same guy.
Congregation - names and addresses? What? It's not like a club.
They don't have membership lists.
It's a congregation.
They have regulars, they have ushers, they know each other.
Yeah, I know.
I only heard fifteen minutes ago.
On the steps of his church, yes.
Unbelievable.
I'll call you back, Andy.
Hello, I'm DCI Carol Jordan.
John Fordham, Jack's bishop.
I came as soon as I heard.
It's truly terrible.
Have you any idea why this might have happened? Well, it's the same man, wasn't it, this sniper? I thought you'd made an arrest.
Do you know if Pather Lamb received any threats from any of his parishioners or the people he met through his work? No.
No, nothing like that.
Jack was a well-loved priest.
He'd been here for years.
And I'm not just saying that.
He was the nearest thing I knew to a saint.
He hadn't been accused of anything? Priests deal with troubled families, troubled individuals.
Had he ever been accused of interfering with parishioners or their children? Oh, mother of God, what is this? Are you so desperate for leads now you're digging for dirt on the victim? He was a harmless old man.
He was kind.
He was popular.
He was never accused of anything.
So he really was just an innocent victim? - Of course.
- Then why was he shot? - God knows.
- So you'd be the right man to ask.
If there's anything else you need, Ms.
Jordan, let me know.
I've arrangements to make.
Hello.
I'd like to speak to Andrew, please.
Yes, I don't know whether you've heard Ma'am, it's Dr.
Hill.
Tony? Oh, it's his.
I was there when he died.
Why? What were you doing here? He's picking his victims at random, Carol.
He's cutting the deck.
God playing dice with the universe.
There's no meaning, no motive, no pattern.
There's no why, there's no who.
There's no hope.
I'm going to take some extended leave so I can look after you, seeing as you won't look after yourself.
That won't be a long-term position.
What about the case? Plenty of DCls where I came from.
There's nothing they can do that you haven't already done, Carol.
I was so convinced there was a link.
When Denton was the link, it all made sense.
That's human nature.
Finding patterns.
Faces in clouds, gods in stars, the future in tea leaves.
We're so desperate for meaning, we invent it.
- There is none.
- That's not true.
Who we care about, what we care about, fighting for it, that's what gives our lives meaning.
We have to go on.
We don't have any choices.
You won't take time off.
Within an hour, you'll be back at work, pushing a rock up a hill.
Tony, I understand that this is really difficult for you, but, please help me.
He's not making conscious decisions, Carol.
He's given his will to the cards.
And they tell him what to do.
I know, it's hopeless.
I know he's acting at random.
And I know he could strike anywhere.
Not anywhere.
He doesn't have infinite choices.
Kev.
Kevin! How are you getting on with those names? The congregation? Yeah, um, I'm trying to get a hold of someone on the parish council.
And? And I'll try them again.
Have you been drinking? No.
Kevin.
What do you think you're playing at? We're running a murder investigation and you're getting pissed.
Sorry, I won't have this.
We're not giving up.
We can't.
We're the only chance the public has.
I know it's hard, I know it seems to go on forever, but we have to try.
Go home.
Ma'am, Denton's still in custody.
We could charge him with possession of those handguns.
Bail him.
All of us connected.
No one man is an island.
But each of us, part of the part of the part of the what? The faith, the hope that something holds us all together? Pebbles, Fibonacci sequence, golden section? The world ruled by numbers? By immune constant laws that no one understands.
If they did, we could predict the future.
But we can't.
If we could, these people would still be alive.
It's all pointless! You want a blaze of glory.
Where would you get that glory? You could move to a new city, you can start again.
Or you can go back somewhere you've already been.
That's your blaze of glory.
DCI Jordan.
Thank you for your letter dated the 24th.
We have detailed extra staff as requested.
You're not coming back from this.
You didn't have any choice once the cards had decided for you; otherwise it wouldn't have any meaning, would it? There's something so pure about chance, almost makes life bearable.
I can see the buzz.
All those people going to work, thinking about their mortgage, their promotion, everything well, everything except you waiting for them.
How long have you got? How many can you take? No one else is coming.
It's just us.
And this, there's nothing to this, is there? There's no risk.
Where's the risk? Haven't you got a revolver in there or something? Come on.
Come on.
Let's play.
Come on.
Come on! What's wrong? Does it matter who pulls the trigger? Yeah, all those hostages to fortune.
Men and women, they're taking their kids to school.
And knowing you're out there.
But they're getting on with their lives.
Every single one of them has more courage than you.
Clean shot to the head.
- Armed police! - Armed police! - Armed police! - Get down! Armed police! Armed police! Tony.
Search the building.
Hello, can you hear me? Dr.
Hill, can you hear me? Dr.
Hill.
Welcome back.
You suffered a hemorrhage at the site of the tumor.
We had to perform an emergency operation.
How did you get on? Well, how do you feel? Sick.
Sore.
Shocked, shattered, sad, sorry Ten words beginning with "S".
Very good.
Very promising.
Doctor.
Shouldn't you be at work? I'm the DCI who caught the Bradfield Sniper.
I can take the day off.
Bradfield sniper.
Thirty-five years old, draftsman.
Made redundant a month ago.
His wife died last year of cancer.
The press want to know how we caught him.
You tell them good police work.
Not the truth.
It's too scary.
I could cope, you know.
All those deaths.
A part of me can treat it as the job.
Losing you I couldn't cope with.
I'm not too crazy about the idea, either.
Biopsy indicates a stage 3, grade 1 tumor.
Classic meningioma, quite benign.
Would you like a souvenir? No, I would not.
No, no, no, no, no.
You keep it.
Fine specimen.
A very clean job.
- Clean job? - Yes.
I'm sorry about the scalp.
We were in a hurry.
Will he need further treatment? Just radiotherapy and continuing observation.
But that's largely a precaution.
Given some luck, I think we can be optimistic.
Thank you.
I'll put this with my collection, then, shall I? Take your time.
You have plenty.
Looking for faces in the clouds? No.
I was just thinking about Hang-gliding.
Shouldn't you wait until you lose the staple work? No.
I'm tired of putting things off.
Come with me.
- No, I've got work to do.
- You're making excuses.
- Yeah.
- Life's dangerous.
Come with me.