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Everything is identical to the other victims. Only, he moves this one. Why?

Your vehicle was parked at Hallum Street last Wednesday. Did you see anything? - No. Sorry.

Hey!

Bendek? Can't even be bothered to say hello.

Serial killers don't take trophies to sell them. My guess is that she stole them from him.

We loved each other. And now I have nothing!

So I really need this job. - You don't get things in life, Jason. You earn them.

I don't know where my boyfriend is.

Cullen used to sit and watch them die. But whoever killed Liz Harper, Carol Fincher,

Benjamin Williams, he couldn't have been sitting over them.

Cullen didn't kill them.

Thanks, John.

Sorry to disappoint you.

- How did you disappoint me? - You failed.

Again.

I'll be convicted of... attempted murder.

And the Grove Park killings remain unsolved.

- You think? - I know.

Don't insult me with new evidence or shit like that.

We've known each other too long for charades.

11 years.

So, what did she do? Your wife?

What, you mean professionally?

Why did you kill her?

She was gonna leave.

Replace me.

Have you ever been replaced, Marcella?

Given someone everything...

.. only to find out that someone else can do it better, so they just throw you away?

It's crushing.

People break up all the time.

He left you.

For someone else.

- You don't kill them for it. - Some do.

How did you celebrate this morning, by the way?

- When we caught you? - No.

Juliet.

It is her birthday today, isn't it?

Marcella was right.

The original victims from 2005.

Look carefully. Tape wound around their necks clockwise.

Now, you come to the recent victims, all of them...

Anticlockwise. To be fair, we should've seen it. - Boss? I erm...

have cracked it.

Sex tape thing. Cara Thomas?

The threat with a knife. - We know which one you mean. - Good. Erm...

So I extracted the ghost code from the cam programme.

They were using this masking algorithm that changes the IP address every couple of hours.

That's why it took me to so long. So I went back and used a live trace route to track it.

And every time... - Standing ovation, Mark Where did you track it to?

Mrs Claire Shaw. Camberwell.

Kinky sex?

I'm sorry. I really have no idea what you're talking about.

I'm not into all that weird sex camera stuff.

I traced the IP address right to your house.

I've no idea what an IP address is.

It stands for internet protocol address. It's the number tha - Mark.

Mrs Shaw. Does anyone else have... access to your computer?

No, no-one. Just me.

Why? What have they done?

(Has someone been having sex... in my computer?)

No employees?

- No-one else has access to it. - No.

We're a really small business. Look. I've got nothing to do with this.

I can barely turn a computer on without crashing it.

And yet, you run a business through a website.

Well, that's not me. That's my computer man.

Matthew Neil. I make his life a misery.

Mrs Claire Shaw. How do you know her?

Claire Shaw? She's my client.

And what services do you provide for her?

Website, server, set up her e-mail.

And fielding calls, several times a month.

Why do you ask? Has she done something?

This is a police matter. - Yeah, I figured that much. But what has she done?

Several times a month? What, has there been problems?

Has there been anything but problems?

Viruses, malware... Trojan horses, spyware. You name it.

Ah! Is it The Destroyer?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. OK, yeah. She's an idiot.

If her connection's vulnerable to attacks it would be pretty easy for someone to pose as her.

Especially someone trying to hide their activity. - Hijack her IP. It's straightforward.

And that's something you could do? - Yeah, I could. - So could I.

But it wouldn't be good for business.

No.

Thanks.

Does it turn you on?

The scent. Does it give you a hard on?

Or do you need to tie people up and watch them die for that

Mm!

Maddy associates that smell with Adrian.

So, even if you bought it for her,

it would only remind her of him.

- Who's Adrian? - The young man you tried to replace.

Peter. You're not very good with women, are you?

Is that why they leave you?

Use you, like Maddy did?

- Look who's talking, eh? - I managed 15 years with Jason.

With your wife... you only managed two.

"What is it? Is it..."

"Is it because...

.. you have performance problems?"

Is that what it's about? Can't you get it up?

We found the place... you killed Adrian.

We er... traced his phone to the last place he answered a call.

And your DNA's all mixed up in his blood.

You should've stuck to your M-O.

Far less messy.

Traditional Polish sausage.

Hope you like.

Been in a fight, then, Bendek?

- Your knuckles and the... - And the bloody towel in the washing.

I was in a fight.

- I'm sorry. - Why?

Racist guy.

Stole my money...

and then... he got mad.

Because I quit my job.

I'm sorry.

All right.

- You OK? - Yeah. Just erm...

.. got up a little too quick.

Right, then. I've got a meeting to get to.

Joanne...

Dennis... Jennifer.

All these victims.

So long ago.

You know you're gonna get life for the murder of Adrian, don't you?

And then you'll just be forgotten.

Maddy won't forget me.

Oh, she will.

She was only interested in...

who she thought you were.

Not some... pisspot copycat murderer.

There's more to me than that. - Is there? - Yes.

I thought you were gonna go down in history.

Was I wrong to be obsessed with you?

"You know, I kept your case file."

"And every now and then I'd be fascinated and I'd... take a look."

- What a waste of time that was. - Yep.

You were right to be obsessed.

Was I?

You see, I understand you.

How you feel about being betrayed.

I'm not like that.

- I wouldn't betray you. - You men. You're all the same.

Big, fat fucking disappointment.

You can admire and respect me.

I'd admire someone who got away with murder for 11 years.

I'd respect that.

But it's not you.

You're weak.

You're a failure.

That's what's disappointing.

Joanne.

Dennis.

Jennifer.

It was me.

I did it.

I killed them.

Can I have your attention? We now consider the 2005 killings solved.

He has confessed.

OK. End of celebration. We've still got a killer to catch.

- Rav. - So it was only 2005.

Yes. Tell me we've got some good news.

If the computer trail's dead, we've got nothing on that dropped key card.

- The trophy from Grace. - If there was one we've not found it.

We've still got a maniac out there. - I know. We're back to square one. - It's your case.

But back to square one is not an option.

I only need what you have on the planning department in Lambeth.

Andrew Barnes. Yes. I want to stop him

blocking DTG's planning proposals.

- Mr Backland. - Victoria. - Shall we?

Hi. I believe you know Stuart Callaghan.

Yeah. I did the Blackthorn job for Gibson's last year.

Ah, that's right. - Stuart's been our man in the field on this one.

Well, shall we?

Intelligence on the Lambeth Planning Department.

I pay you to get me leverage. Now I need someone. Andrew Barnes.

He's clean. Maybe it's because his wife was an MP.

- The others in the department are more vulnerable. - I don't give a shit about the others.

I need more on Andrew Barnes than just taking antidepressants.

You employ us to gather strategic intelligence, Mr Backland.

We can't find what isn't there.

- Well, that went well - Didn't it.

Mr Backland.

Jason.

Look. I'm... really sorry that you're disappointed.

This Andrew Barnes fella. Is he an imminent problem for you?

Not just at DTG, but for me personally, yes. - Right.

Well, I wish I could do more, but it's the SIA.

- What we can and can't do is heavily regulated. - I don't care about regulations.

I pay you to get rid of my problems.

OK. Well, I might be able to help you with that.

Not officially. You know. Not through the firm. - Fine!

Then just do it. And give me a call when it's done.

OK.

I think I understand.

Hey!

Hey, you, Miss. You... Do you remember me?