Wire in the Blood

Bury in a hole, dismember...

Bury in a hole, dismember...

But vertical, not horizontal. So you have to dig deeper.

You stand in the hole, digging yourself deeper.

Girl with a sack who might later come back to her.

You're late.

- Are you angry, Tony? - Yes, I am.

- Do you want to tell me about it? - I don't think you're listening.

But I am - I'm always here for you.

No, you think I'm another stupid tosser you can wind up.

That's unfair, Tony. I've been patient with you.

- You haven't helped me. - I'm trying. You won't let me in.

I want to know why they're still hidden.

Why won't they come out? I keep digging and digging

Tony, Tony. Come. Come closer.

It's all right. It's all right, I'll tell you.

I will.

Dr. Hill, hi.

- The faculty told me you'd be here. - Yes, every Thursday.

- Damn. - It's in the door.

Yes. I must have... yes.

Uh, I need to talk to you.

- Sorry? - I need to talk to you.

- You're a policewoman. - I'm Carol Jordan.

Bradfield CID.

- You found another body. - Yeah,

but as to whether it's him or not, I need your advice.

"I," not "we"? Coming to me was your idea?

Not sanctioned from on high by the big boss,

the great panjandrum?

No, it was my idea.

Well, politics is something I'm not good at. In fact, really bad at...

Listen. Will you either get out of the car or let me get in it?

Yes, of course.

Sorry.

It's not funny.

So, anyway...

- You got kids? - No, it's for me.

The body, the victim, white male, early 30s, fit,

good job, respectable, which is ridiculous. As if a good job makes anyone respectable.

Dr. Hill, is this a serial killer?

Technically, no. Webster's definition is one of a four.

You have two, possibly three, victims,

so not a serial killer. Not yet.

But one in the making.

Trouble is, most of my senior colleagues have dismissed the idea.

- I'm a psychologist, not a profiler. - I know.

I know your work, I know about your practice here.

Couldn't you just have a look? The body's at the morgue.

I'll have a look. That's all.

- Wait! - What?

My car.

- Evening, Damien. - Evening, guv.

Gareth Finnegan.

Cause of death, cut throat.

He had been slashed in the face with a glass or bottle.

There were cuts to the genitals and pierce marks to the hands and feet.

- Any dislocations? - Yeah, both shoulders.

- It's a crucifixion. - Yeah.

- Were the wounds to the genitals postmortem? - No.

Same as the other victims.

Different degrees of savagery, though. This one was virtually castrated.

- Can I see the crime scene? - Anything else you want to see here?

Good Lord, no.

DC O'Connell saw your vehicle.

Don, this is Dr. Tony Hill. Uh, Detective Sergeant Don Merrick.

- He's a bit late for a doctor now. - He's a doctor of psychology.

He's a bit late for a psychologist, if you ask me, which I see you've not.

I've asked Dr. Hill to look at the case, give us a different perspective.

What, like getting inside the killer's head?

Close, but not too close. See no evil.

You're all right, aren't you, Peter?

Aren't you?

- Dr. Hill ...? - Peter Sutcliffe.

Women get in his car, for years they get in his car. Same car... nobody sees.

Blind, blind, blind, blind.

Hello, Dr. Hill.

Sorry, and please, it's Tony, if we're going to work together.

Where was the body?

- Face down? - Yeah.

Saw it first, it looked okay, body arranged in the wasteland, beautiful.

I'm sorry?

Turn them over and it's "Nightmare on Elm Street."

DI Jordan.

Miss Burgess.

- What are you doing here? - I could ask you the same.

I saw your car.

I'm doing a piece on the gay community under siege.

- Speaking of which, any new leads? - Nothing of significance, no.

It's the same killer, isn't it?

We're not ruling out any possibilities at this stage.

Come on, Carol, what happened to sisterhood?

There were stab marks to the genitals on this one, too.

That information hasn't been released.

- They're all naked, aren't they? - What?

The bodies. You haven't found a scrap of clothing, have you?

Look, now is not the time.

Penny Burgess, Bradfield Post. How do you do, Mr...

Goodnight, Penny.

I see what you mean at being crap at politics.

That woman is a pain in our collective rear,

plus she's getting information from somewhere.

Look, I really appreciate you coming down. Thank you.

It's Tom Cross, and I am.

What are you doing showing a shrink round our morgue?

I wanted another opinion, sir.

The opinions of your colleagues aren't worth a damn, then.

- Where are you now? - Temple Fields.

He's with you, isn't he? Get him out of there. Go home,

get a good night's sleep and be in my office at 9:00 tomorrow.

- You got into trouble. - Yep.

All the bodies were clean, weren't they?

Well, "A," he's careful, washes and removes all forensic traces,

but "B," it's almost like it's an act of tenderness.

- Like he forgives them. - Forgives them? What?

I'm going to get carpeted tomorrow,

and I would like to have you on the carpet with me.

Oh, I wouldn't mind either.

Yeah, well, don't get your hopes up.

Forgives them. What?

Exactly.

You know, my car is over there.

- Who's Jordan working with now? - Cross... who else?

She had a bloke with her at the crime scene, not the cop.

Oh, God, Penny, not now.

- Who is he, Kevin? - I don't know.

Have you seen any cars driving around you know, hanging about?

Hello, Nelson.

I'm sorry.

I met a nice young man tonight, I did.

A doctor, no less. Mum would approve.

Even if he is nutty as a freak.

Michael, I thought you were out. I called before I left work.

Out for a drive. Still trying to link to another town.

So who's this doctor, then, big sis?

You're not just creeping up on me, but eavesdropping as well.

- You're the one talking to herself. - Yeah, well,

his name's Tony Hill, clinical psychologist.

I asked him to have a look at the latest.

- Bit nice? - Yeah,

warm, funny, in every sense.

- Good-looking? - Not my type.

What is your type?

Don't know, it's been so long, I've forgotten.

Morning, Carol. Who's this?

This is Dr. Hill, sir.

Really? Why is he here? No offense, Dr. Hill.

- None taken. - I believe Dr. Hill can be useful to us.

Why don't you sit down, Dr. Hill?

And you, Carol.

If I thought this was the same killer,

I'd have asked one of you gentlemen in months ago.

Admitted, there are similarities, but there are also significant differences.

They aren't differences, they're escalations.

I made some calls about you, Dr. Hill.

A pal in Leeds sent me this.

I can see why you're so keen to get involved.

Boost your profile again.

It was the... it wasn't my idea. It was a mistake.

It was.

The point is, Dr. Hill, you may have your fans in the media

and an impressive vocabulary, but we've got three dead men.

We're trying to trace their killers without turning this investigation into a circus.

Sir, I really think...

So, much as I'd love to be a chapter in your next book,

I'm just going to have to forgo that pleasure. I'm sorry, Dr. Hill.

- Dr. Hill has relevant experience. - Dr. Hill...

John Brandon, Assistant Chief Constable.

Morning, Tom. This is an excellent idea.

- Sir? - Contacting Dr. Hill... excellent.

- How much time can you spare us? - Whatever it takes.

- Except Thursdays. - Well, I'll contact your faculty head.

And get it cleared up top. You up to speed with these killings?

Not yet, sir.

But from what you know, is it the same killer?

- Until I've seen the files, I... - How long for a profile, one week enough?

This assumes it's the same killer, sir.

Well, why else did you get Dr. Hill in, Tom?

DI Jordan here can act as his liaison and

keep us fully informed as to what he uncovers.

- Sir. - That's settled then.

Well, clever old me, bringing Dr. Hill in.

One Adam Scott, civil servant.

His throat had been cut.

His ankles, knees, hips, shoulders, elbows were dislocated.

Pathologist Dr. Vernon said he must have been racked.

Two, Paul Gibbs, teacher.

Here, the throat had been cut, half the extensive dislocation to the limbs.

But Vernon's opinion was that the forces were completely different.

The rack, the cross... He's copying medieval tortures.

Why? Because he's a nutcase... I haven't got a clue.

Right.

This one you know, Gareth Finnegan, commodities trader.

- He took them from their homes? - We believe so, yeah.

Any sign of forced entry?

He cleaned before he left. He Hoovered, mopped, whatever.

He understands forensics: hair, fiber evidence.

Anyway, no sign of forced entry,

so we worked on the principle that the killer knew his target, it gave us nothing.

After the second murder, we cross-referenced