Thorne

Tom.

Tom. Come here.

No, no, no, come here.

Keep the pressure on.

Where's the fucking doctor?

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Holland's got it. Holland's dealing with this.

Go on. Keep relaxing.

One, two, three. All right, go, go, go. Go.

- Let's sit down. Sit down. - Hold her arm. Cover it.

Tom, I know what you're thinking.

This has nothing to do with you. It's not your fault, OK?

- Tom, look at me. Talk to me. - You don't understand.

I know who did this.

The Great Eastern hospital...

...the assault and subsequent death of Miss Maggie Byrne.

All officers report to...

They said her name. They just said "Maggie".

- Alison, it's OK. It's all over. - No.

- You're safe. - He was here, you dopey twat.

He's killed that poor girl, hasn't he?

She wasn't much older than me and she smelled like my gran.

It's OK, Ali. You're safe.

Fuck "Ali". Ali's a trippy-dippy bohemian bitch,

lives in Muswell Hill with her boyfriend

who works for Friends of the fucking Earth.

I am no Ali. I was never an Ali.

And I am never getting out of here.

Er, Miss Calvert?

Mr Thorne. Tom, isn't it?

Sorry, your erm... Your door was open. I just wanted a chat.

Be down in a second.

Actually, you haven't met my little angels, have you? Come on up.

Come on.

They're just having a nap.

Ringside seat, Mr Thorne.

Tom.

So this is what they've done with the place, eh?

I had a hope for a... adventure playground.

Or at least a garden of contemplation.

So, what did you want me here for, Tom? A sigh for old times?

- OK. There's Maggie Byrne. - Ah.

OK? And there she is, going into the toilets.

- I need to talk to you, ma'am. - Talk fast.

I know who's doing this.

I've heard that before. OK, pause it.

We found these photographs in the room where the girls were killed.

Oh, Jesus.

I got another note. This one written in a dead woman's blood.

More personal than a text message, I suppose.

"How did you feel, Tom, when you killed him?"

No one else knew, Phil.

Only you.

Jesus.

It's going to be OK. No one's heard.

I'm glad you called me. We may not have much time.

- I've been trying to call you all morning. - I'm not taking calls off you any more.

I don't want the privilege of your information.

I never told anyone what you did.

But maybe I should have done.

Cos maybe then I wouldn't be like this.

I understand, Phil.

You know, seeing those girls...

Yeah, you saw them once.

Once.

I had them laid out three days, side by side in that mortuary.

I don't do dead kids any more, Tom.

And the men that Calvert killed. They were men like you, weren't they?

Going to the same bars, the same clubs as you.

I can understand, Phil, you know.

What do you understand?

"How did it feel, Tom, when you killed him?"

Come on.

Just get in.

You were the only one who knew!

OK, you know what to say. Yeah?

DC Thorne here. I'm outside the house of a suspect.

Yeah, we interviewed him yesterday but I'm here for the follow-up

and the door's open. I don't like it. Could you send back-up?

Soon as you can, yeah? I'm gonna go in now.

You wanted to talk about it and I never would and I'm sorry about that,

but Phil, just tell me, come on. Tell me.

You killed Maggie. Tell me. You killed them all, didn't you?

The profiler thinks this guy's impotent or sexually confused.

Phil Hendricks never seemed confused about his sexuality to me.

He fits the Calvert connection! He was there.

Calvert was killing gay men. This could be some sort of queer revenge.

"He fits the Calvert connection"? He was the attending pathologist.

What the fuck are you going back there for?

Tell her, Dave. Tell her what you saw.

It's all a bit fuzzy. Erm...

Just fucking tell her what you found on the fuck...

Just tell her what was written in blood

on the toilet wall where you found Margaret Byrne.

"How did you feel, Tom, when you killed him?"

- Phil, just say it! - Get up!

Say it, Phil. Just tell me.

Fuck!

Thorne killed Calvert.

And Hendricks covered up for him. He made it look like suicide.

Hendricks killed those girls.

He killed Margaret Byrne.

He wrote those words, in her blood, on the wall and then Thorne wiped them away.

That's two cases solved for the price of one.

That should appeal to your bottom line.

I want proof.

Phil Hendricks' DNA on these girls, these girls' DNA on Phil Hendricks.

Oh, I'll get Hendricks.

For the girls. And for covering Calvert up.

And then we're going after Tom Thorne.

Yeah, you're right.

It did fuck me up.

I met him, you know.

James Calvert.

I never told him who I was.

Most of the time, he was surrounded by all these freaks.

And ghouls.

All feeding off the thrill.

You shouldn't have done it, Tom.

You shouldn't have killed him. Frank fucking Calvert.

I shouldn't have lied for you.

Cos then he wouldn't be a ghost, would he?

He'd just be some sad ponce sitting in a prison cell.

Cos the living can't haunt you.

Frank Calvert destroyed everything... and everyone...

he came into contact with.

But it was only after I met his son...

I realised that you really, really destroy someone.

You make them live with something that they can't possibly live with.

And that's what he did to us.

If it's not you, Phil, who is it? Hey?

Help me here. I'm sorry, just... Who can it be?

Who is it?

So I tried to call you a few times, but... you weren't picking up

and I... got...

I killed someone.

15 years ago. Put a gun to his head and I shot him.

The only reason I'm telling you now is because other people know.

Whoever's killing these girls...

he knows.

- Well... Sorry, why? - Because he deserved it.

I can't remember.

Remember when she was in Friends

and every girl in the world wanted to look like her?

Sheila came by last week.

She told me they were gonna postpone their wedding until I'm better.

...Rachel haircut but my mum wouldn't let me.

She had this voice on her. They all have that voice.

Like Dad, when he calls and says they've got my room ready in Californialand.

And then Rachel...

I'm beginning to recognise that sound.

- They were supposed to... - The sound of a lie.

It's easier with strangers. Well, they never knew you before.

Was it a good relationship?

You and Ollie.

I suppose not. I mean, you were out on the pull that night.

Why?

I forgot.

Not that kind of girl.

Do you wish you hadn't asked him to stay away?

D'you want me to ask him back?

Is there... one...

like... someone you think about?

Jennifer Aniston must have thought that when she met Brad.

And Vince. And Gerard.

And...

That's my bracelet.

Oh, my God. That's... That's my bracelet. Why have you got my bracelet?

- Who's that? - We're having a good conversation,

me and Alison. About boys.

- About you. - No! No, stay away from him!

- Are you OK, Alison? - No, Rachel, listen to me.

- What's wrong? What are you looking at? - No.

- She's looking at you. - No, you keep him away from me!

Keep him away from me!

- I see you. What's the matter? - Oh, God!

We need to... get somebody.

- Rachel! Leave me alone! Christ! - No.

- No! Don't! - I'm going to save you. Hold still.

It's him!

I remember now cos he was at the bar. I saw him.

And then he came to my door. He had my coat.

I was happy. I was happy to see him.

We talked. Why did I talk to him?

Oh, you let him in. You stupid bitch, you let him in.

You trusted him. She trusted him.

She knows him. He gave her my bracelet!

We were having a drink. Oh, my God.

Rachel! And his hands... on me. He's got her now.

Feel it, Alison. Remember.

So they can stop him. Feel it. Feel it.

It's the only way they'll hear you. Come on, Alison.

I remember now. His hands around my neck.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Look at me.

190 over 105.

I remember him now.

You have to listen.

You have to help her.

...No.

Tom.