Cradle of Fear

Hey, mate.

We'll go in a minute.

Jesus!

Come with me.

Enough.

What's he doing?

It's just his way, shh.

Fuck's sake, go on baby.

There's so many men out there.

Yeah, but they're all fucking ugly or desperate.

Well, (mumbles).

Yeah, that's why I dumped him.

No, no, I found my dog prince.

I didn't know Sutton was coming.

Yeah, well he is.

All over my tits.

Ooh wow.

You have to give your body to him.

Remember to take precaution.

Don't worry, I'm on the pill.

Thanks.

We must look after you, mustn't we?

What did you say?

Now that you're one of us.

Good day to you.

Mommy says that you're going to have my little brother.

Can I come and see him?

Natalie, what are you doing?

I told you not to tell anybody.

What have I told you about talking to strangers?

Do I have to...

Trust him.

Ah!

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Fucking hell.

Are you all right?

Do you want a cup of tea?

No.

Fuck.

I need a cigarette.

God Mel, you look horrible.

What's going on?

That fucker spiked me, Nick.

I've been fucking chipping out all day.

Really fucking weird shit, really fucking horrible.

What happened?

I don't know, I can't remember.

Ew, I feel fucking awful.

What the fuck was in those pills?

I've been seeing like really horrible faces all day.

Really contorted, demonic fucking faces.

Calm, what do you mean faces?

And where the fuck did he go?

He just fucks me and used me, he left to go,

and so I was running through the streets everywhere.

All these people were looking, everyone's fucking

looking at me...

Hey, hey, hey it's okay now.

Take it easy, it's over.

It's finished.

I should have listened to you.

He did something to me.

You're fine, all right?

Too much booze, too many drugs and you just picked up

a fucking idiot, it happens.

I'm so stupid.

Quit blaming yourself.

You did nothing wrong.

I should have listened to you.

We should have listened to each other.

I'll drink to that.

Look, I really don't want to go home tonight.

That's cool, you can crash here if you want.

We can get with some sleep.

Where you going?

Are you taking the pits?

No, these are sleeping pills.

You're gonna sleep like a baby.

And wake up fine.

Uh.

Nikki?

Nikki!

Shit Mel, what is it?

Nikki wake up.

Wake up.

What?

Touch me.

Touch me.

Here.

Press.

Can you feel that?

What am I supposed to feel?

You can feel it here.

Press.

Lower.

Harder, press harder.

What is it?

Is it a lump?

I don't know.

Oh God.

It's a bump.

Oh Nikki, no.

I don't want to know.

Call an ambulance or something.

He's put something inside me, feel it!

It's okay, just relax.

It's just a bruise.

Oh.

Right.

So you talked to everybody across the street?

I did.

What about the other fact?

Fucking (mumbles) at all.

Not much (mumbles).

Glorious bloody technical evidence all I fucking need.

It's a fucking disgrace, we are getting no where.

A word, my office.

You don't need to say it, sir.

Four murders in one week and no solid leads,

it's a piss poor showing, I know.

But that new computer system's a little off wank.

With all due respect, for every piece of crap we type in

we get a load more bullocks back.

That's not what I wanted to talk about, Pete.

I've had a worrying call from Joan, the photographer.

Something about you touching the dead bodies.

Yes, sir.

Just something I have to do.

Okay.

Any particular reason?

To make sure they really are dead.

How long has this been going on, Pete?

'Bout seven years.

Ever since the girl.

Abigail Watson.

Abigail Watson, wasn't she one of Kemper's?

His fourth victim.

She was only 10 years old.

That bastard raped and abused her repeatedly for two days.

I remember, Pete.

You were the first to find her.

He broken her pelvic bone.

With his fist.

Severe trauma led to a state of advanced catalepsy.

Her body functions shut down.

No sign of life.

I know what happened.

It was all a terrible mistake.

I was with her the longest.

If I'd touched her I would have known.

She woke up in a fridge.

Yes, but no one could have known...

She woke up in a fridge in the morgue.

They think she was awake for at least 10 hours

before she froze to death.

No one heard her screams.

When they eventually pulled her out,

they found she'd broken every bone in her hands.

From pounding endlessly against the metal walls.

No one should have to suffer like that.

Except maybe bastards like Kemper.

They must be destroyed onsite.

What if he's in?

If he's in, then we say we're lost.

I'll get directions, you go in and use the toilet.

Except you don't use the toilet.

I look for money.

Right.

The money is where you said it is, right?

Yeah, my sister told me.

He gives her a tip from it when she does

his meals on wheels.