What?
I'm sorry.
We were catching up with him!
Just for once, the killer didn't know what we knew!
The only people aware of the Apostle theory are standing in this room.
I quote...
"In another twist to this macabre case,
"the serial killer leaves a silver teaspoon in the victims' mouths."
Why stop there?
Why not tell him about the tongues?
What for?!
Glory?
Revenge?
A new car(?)
Which one of you was it?
I'm warning you -
I WILL find you!
Lady in the red jacket.
Do you object to the killings being made public? Yes.
Gentleman to her right. Can you elaborate?
Copycats, hoaxers phoning up...
and seven men who may die because Roger Parkin's only concern is to see his by-line on the front page.
Six months and you've got nothing.
Don't use me to assuage your guilt.
Get him out of here!
Yes...that man there.
Blue suit...brown tie...
Don't worry. I can walk out myself.
Chief Inspector!
If it didn't involve an even greater loss of face, you'd be off this case!
We need the press now more than ever. Apologise.
APOLOGISE!
MOBILE RINGS
Parkin.
Thanks for coming. No problem.
Anything I can get you? Er...no, I'm fine.
Tea? Coffee? No, thanks.
Just in here.
What are you doing?
Your informant? I'm not telling you.
What's their name? I'm not telling you!
I let go my arm - you fall backwards...
Fractured wrists, smashed arms,
broken collarbone... Don't be ridiculous! You wouldn't dare!
Try me! I'm not telling you! I'm not telling you!
What are you doing?
No... I don't hear you talking.
Leave that alone, you bastard!
Why?
What?
For the money!
Yeah, right!
£20,000.
I screwed an entire investigation for 20 measly grand!
You put lives at risk!
Seven to be exact!
That's less than three grand each!
The bank's foreclosing on me mortgage.
I'm in debt up to me eyeballs...
They're going to take away my home!
Sam and I painted his bedroom the other week...
blue and white - his choice.
And what then? Some poxy flat?
Helen would love that - "My son's not sleeping there!" No weekend stopovers...
We'd be down to four lousy hours a month - I won't let that happen!
Why didn't you talk to me?
Talk to you?! Sam is all I've got left!
He's my family.
What do you know about family? Your brother kills a girl - you hand him over!
Don't you dare talk about my brother! No! Mustn't talk about you! You're bloody perfect!
You only married Susan to bask in her gratitude!
Tell me there's nothing in your life you're ashamed of!
Clear your desk.
Eric? Can we have a word?
Won't take a minute. Chance for you to put your side of things.
Your own brother put you away for murder. You're out now -
you can talk freely. You must have something to say about that. Set the record straight.
Why are you hiding here? What are you scared of?
Couldn't have done much for your social life!
Murdering your girlfriend on your first date?
Is it true you couldn't get it up?
Well, not till afterwards? Called big brother to mop up and - bang!
Found yourself in a cell! Hell of a night to remember!
You must really hate him!
You ever been in prison? No.
You wouldn't last a minute!
I think you should leave now. I'll get you...!
Sir?
We think we've got... Stephen may have got us another link.
Which is? Occupations.
James the Less was often referred to as the first bishop of Jerusalem. James the Great was a soldier...
James Buxton. Bart was a tanner, Matthew a tax collector... Philip?
John 6:7. Feeding of the 5,000. Philip tells Jesus there is not enough bread to go around.
Hardly makes him a chef!
Peter? He and his brother Andrew were fishermen.
He was given the keys to Heaven.
What about Simon?
A zealot. Does get a bit tenuous from here on - I am sorry.
No, don't be, don't be.
What about Jude?
Because his name was similar to Judas, he became the patron saint of lost causes.
Whatever that means.
PHONE RINGS
Samaritans. How can I help you?
I'm here if you want to talk.
Jude Hardcastle? Does that mean anything to you?
Jude 702. He's a volunteer. Why?
HUBBUB
Simon? Can I drop you en route?
Hardly worth it. I'll walk. Thanks.
..Porchester Square, please. ..See you tomorrow!
Bye.
You found the body, sir? Yes...
You are? Alex Martineau.
You knew the victim?
His name's Jude...Hardcastle.
What were you doing here so early in the morning?
Could you answer the question, please? I'm not supposed to...
I'm a Samaritan.
So Jude rang the Samaritans?
No, he WAS a Samaritan.
Lost causes. There was a call, though. Who from?
That's all he said - "Jude Hardcastle, clubbed to death."
We get a lot of hoaxers. That's why I didn't ring you. Thought I'd check it. What did he sound like?
Slightly muffled, as though he was speaking through a handkerchief...
How did he seem emotionally?
Unemotional. Totally flat.
Accent?
He said five words to me. Have you got a recording of the call?
We don't record calls.
We offer help in confidence. We only know who a caller is if they tell us.
'The main headlines this morning...
'In a late-night vote, the Government's controversial amendment to the local council bill...'
Why's he talking? Why now?
He's getting cocky, playing catch-me-if-you-can and we're it!
The more cocky he is, the more likely he'll slip up. PHONE RINGS
That's the theory.
Metcalfe.
It's Simon.
He was supposed to be doing a TV interview. BBC driver found him. That's his breakfast.
Simon Barker, right-wing member of Parliament.
Hang 'em, flog 'em, shoot 'em.
Zealot.
It looks like he used a saw, cutting left to right beneath the ribcage.
Spinal cord was severed.
Upper and lower torsos cleanly separated. Tongue removed while he was alive. Back at the beginning!
Two in one day!
Why two today? Why two on the first day? Why not any other day?
Stephen Hedges. What day is it today?
Er...Saturday...
I think...
Saturday, October 28th...
Oh, my God! I'm sorry!
Stephen?
Simon and Jude's saint's day.
Saint's days!
Those who are left.
Thomas. 21st of December.
21st December... Judas?
Not a saint - doesn't have one.
But he was an Apostle? Yes. Is he an intended victim? Yes. Yes.
Judas - no saint's day.
John? 27th December.
27th December.
Peter. 29th of June.
29th...
He's missed one.
Or we have.
Peter Simpson, Hilldrop Road, Holloway. Locksmith.
He doesn't have to be a locksmith. Could be a caretaker, prison warden... The keys of Heaven.
When was he reported missing?
25th of June.
Four days before his saint's day.
Anybody got a torch?
He's taped up a door.
There's something in there.
It's been four months.
Why hide him?
Crucifixion...
If we'd seen this first,
we'd have been on to the religious connection.
So he kidnaps Peter before his saint's day,
holds him somewhere else while he sees if this flat's empty...
Then he brings him back here and kills him. Genius.
I'll think of something to go and tell the neighbour.
Are you OK?
Sure. Why shouldn't I be?
Andrew, patron saint of fishermen,
saint's day - 30th of November.
We have one month to save a man's life.
He was crucified on a saltire, an X-shaped cross.
Anyone in London working in the fishing industry is at risk. That's thousands potentially.
There are 11 separate categories connected to fishing.
Fish-and-chip shops, fish farms and hatcheries, fish merchants,
fish smokers, fisheries authorities, fisheries consultants, agents,
fishmongers, fishmongers' suppliers, tackle shops - we check them all.
You look awful! Have you checked the mirror lately?
TANNOY: Will anyone called Andrew please come to the office immediately.
Anyone called Andrew come to the office straightaway.
This is the Apostle Killer? Yeah... He sawed a man in half.
What's he going to do to us? We're offering you full protection.
If I'm going to die, I wanna know how. It won't happen. This is my life, mate, not yours.
He's going to crucify you.
'Coming up in the OU in a minute,
'we follow a glider race to discover the mathematics behind flight.'
'There's some National Test revision at 2.00 for those studying French.
'Then we travel to Italy for more lessons in language...'
Hello? Red?
It's me.
Duncan.
Can I come in?
I'm sorry... Please...
Can we just talk about it?
'The Andrews are all tucked up in bed. What about the anglers?
'It's early, but we're ready. Bodies on the commons for the ponds. Good.
'Nixon? Freezer company fellow's in his depot. The rest are at home.
'Kate? I'm at Billingsgate. One called in sick - scared, apparently. I've sent a uniform.'
Come on, Jez, come on! Come on!
All right, Andrew? It ain't funny!
It's all right.
Jez, what you got? Both Andrews accounted for. Uniforms have it covered. Heading back.
OK. Thank you.
Do you keep an absentee list here?
Yes.
Anyone not turned up?
Only one. A young lad called Stephen Turner.
Has he phoned in? Not yet, no.
Mind if I have a look at his file?
Got it...
Turner, AS...
What does the A stand for?
Not sure...
Andrew...
Andrew Stephen Turner. Give me that! Steve - that's what we call him!
Everyone calls him Steve...!
Send paramedics.
Move! Out the way!
Not now...!
TOOT! All right!
I'm sorry...
Pl...
Aargh!
Pl...
Pleeth...!
Pl...
RADIO: 'Flat 45 on the top floor.
'Police in attendance already.
'Nature of injuries unclear.'
We'll take over, mate.
It's a major haemorrhage. There must be over two litres of blood here! Pulse 180, weak and thready.
I'm going to try and get a line in.
He's shut down completely.
Right, let's scoop and run! Shit! He's arrested!
Nothing...
SIREN WAILS
PHONE RINGS
All right, I'm coming.
Hello?
Is Eric there?
Red? Is he there?
I-I-I'll see...
Yes...Eric's here.
MUSIC BLARES
All right! Turn the music down!
You threatening me with a knife? Turn the music down. What?
Turn the music down! You're too uptight! You wanna lighten up!
Turn the music down!
PHONE RINGS
Stephen Hedges. It's Red.
Does he know I called?
I'm not the one to tell him.
Eric is frightened. His bitterness is his defence.
Maybe I should walk away -
leave him where he feels safe.
M-Maybe that wouldn't be a good idea for either of you.
Must've been easier to get on with things when he was inside,
when you didn't have to confront all of this. It's only human.
I don't feel human. Guilt is human.
Thank God for it.
You have nothing to feel guilty for - you haven't killed anyone.
Eric is your brother and you care about him.
But he took an innocent person's life.
With or without you, he had to...pay.
I have to go.
One of Andrew's neighbours came home about the time he was killed.
He says he saw a policeman hurrying down the street away from Andrew's house. Check it out.
See if anybody heard anything. I spoke to Southwark comms room.
None of their officers was in the area.
Pl...pleeth...
..pleeth...
Pl...pl...
pl...
Police...
He was trying to say, "Police".
If the killer is a police officer, it would explain why the victims let him in.
There was forced entry at the bishop's. If the killer's police, it's exactly what he'd do.
Apart from Emerson, this is strictly within this room.
Interview all officers unaccounted for at the time of the murders. What do we tell them?
Nothing.
It's not your fault.
Now we work even harder to save Thomas.
Thomas is the patron saint of architects.
You'll find all the information you need on database...
Apart from plain architects, there's the usual reams of architectural this-and-thats...
Same procedure.
Check out the names of every male employee...
full names, first names, second names,
nicknames...
No mistakes.
This time, we protect everyone.
Why are you here? Disciplinary board. ..What are you doing?
Talking to a pal. This room is strictly authorised personnel only!
If you don't get your "pal" out of here now, I'll have him ejected!
Upstairs and clean your teeth.
It's early yet.
You've already had an extra half-hour.
When's the policeman coming?
- Soon. So go to bed. - I want to meet him.
In the morning - promise.
BOY SCREAMS Time for bed!
No!
Half an hour's reading, then lights out. OK?
Night, big man.
And teeth!
DAD: Hi. You found me all right. Come in.
People sometimes go wrong at the end of the lane.
I'll show you around. I've had new locks fitted, as it happens.
Dad?
Are you staying here tonight? Want to see my bedroom?
I've got a PlayStation and tons of games.
I'm getting a new one soon.
I'm not sleepy - I promise.
I could stay up with you and Dad.
Shhh...
Dad?
Daddy?
Dad?
He cut off his right hand. Why?
You must be very frightened.
I understand that...
but you're safe now...
we promise you.
I won't let anyone harm you...
but...
I need your help.
The man who came to the house last night...
The man who your dad let in...
Did you see him?
What do you say, big man?
You going to help me?
AAAARGH!
Get out! I've found... Now!
Ben...Ben...
Look at me...Ben...
We were supposed to be protecting all of them!
Find out what went wrong!
So why cut off his hand? As a trophy? Isn't his tongue enough?
He was stabbed through the heart with a lance.
What did Thomas do?
Architect. Apart from that! I don't know... Thomas...
Doubting Thomas. He doubted.
OK...
OK, he doubted.
He doubted.
He didn't believe in the Resurrection until he saw the risen Jesus and touched his wounds.
So the killer made Thomas touch something? Touch what?
He made Thomas...touch his wounds...
The killer thinks he's Christ.
He thinks he's Christ and he's killing his Apostles?
He thinks he's Christ.
That's why he took the hand. If he'd left the hand, it would have had his blood on it - the killer's DNA!
We may have it!
You're sure this isn't Thomas's?
Thomas has coarse ginger hair. Find me a suspect and I'll run a match.
Thomas was on the original list to be protected.
It appears someone wiped him from the database.
What? He was deliberately deleted from our files.
Match this with DNA samples of officers who'd access to the incident room. Not a word to anyone!
John, patron saint of writers. What's a writer?
The whole world's a writer. Journalists, novelists... How's he going to do death by natural causes?
Contact hospitals, nursing homes...
Find patients with weak hearts... We can't protect them all! We have three days to save John!
We can't possibly protect them all! We try!
'The body of Christ.'
The body of Christ.
HUBBUB
May I have a word?
Looks like you had a good Christmas!
I checked the DNA sample against the incident room officers' record.
No match. I am going home before I miss Boxing Day as well. No-one else could have deleted it.
Computer glitch?
Too coincidental. I don't get it. We checked everyone. Duncan was here.
What?
On the day of the hearing, he was talking to Nixon.
Nixon had his computer on. I saw Duncan. He had access to the database.
See if the lab can match Duncan's DNA...and find him!
Guv.
He's been writing anonymous letters?
He said he'd be back tomorrow. It's his turn to have Sam. We'll have Christmas when he gets home.
Where are they? Cottage on the coast.
Try his mobile. He's not answering.
Is it urgent? He didn't take his car? It wouldn't start.
He had to take a hire car. What's all this about, Red?
He said you gave him sick leave.
Oh, my God...! What's he done?
And?
We have a match. It's Duncan's hair.
The machinery's state-of-the-art.
We've checked and rechecked sequence by sequence...
Devon & Cornwall police went to the cottage. He'd already left.
Nothing from the big car hire firms. We're trying the smaller ones.
He's got to be on his way back.
Tomorrow is John's day.
Act normally. Everything's OK.
Act normally? This is not normal! NO!
Helen, you can do this... I can't!
Doesn't matter if you're tense! Just get Sam in - we'll do the rest.
Come on.
RADIO: 'Beige Ford saloon proceeding west up Bridge St.'
Confirm ID.
Do we have a positive ID?
RADIO: 'Target is driving up to neighbour's house.
'Not the suspect. I repeat - not the suspect.'
'We have a contact, guv!'
What's happening?
'Target approaching the house east along Bridge St.'
Helen... He's here! God, he's here!
RADIO: 'No sign of the boy, sir.'
What's he done to him?! Helen, don't...!
You evil bastard! What? Go! Go! Go!
Armed police! Stand still! Stop! Stand still!
Where's Sam?
Look at me! What have you done to him?
What is this, Red? What's going on? Let her go!
Where's Sam? What the hell is going on?
We'll sort it! Let her go!
Dad!
Sam!
Dad!
All right!
Where's John! You're crazy! It has to be today! Have you done it?
Of course I bloody haven't! It's our last chance to save him!
If you've done it, tell me now! Guvnor...
John, the only Apostle to have died of natural causes.
John Macdonald, loving husband and father, gifted writer.
He died three years ago.
He exhumed it... And took the tongue.
OK, all right! When, exactly? Last night, small hours, no later.
Are you sure no later? When Duncan was in custody?
No.
It rained early this morning and the stone's dry under the body.
At least John was already dead.
You couldn't have saved him. It wasn't him I was hoping to save!
I'm not going to pretend, Sam - your dad's in big trouble.
If you and I are going to help him,
I'm going to have to know the truth.
Did you stop anywhere?
Service station.
Did your dad stop anywhere else? No.
It's tiring driving through the night. You could've dropped off. No! We sang songs...
listened to the radio. You were asleep when you got home.
I was pretending. It was a joke.
Have a good holiday? Brilliant.
Your dad go to the bookies once or twice? The races - Boxing Day?
No, he didn't. Not once. He's given it up for ever.
Really? He never went once?
No!
We found John.
I was with Sam before you picked me up - I was with Sam.
Ask him - he'll tell you!
I did.
I also asked him if you'd been to any betting shops while you were away.
He said no.
I found these in your jacket.
Betting slips.
You're his dad -
he loves you.
He'd say anything to save you.
I don't need saving!
You can't honestly believe I killed all those men?
Why would I do that?
I don't know...
You tell me.
I'd really like to know.
Look at me!
How could I...
skin a man alive?
All the hours that we've spent waiting for some job to go off,
the times we've watched each other's backs...
You honestly believe I could do that?
This is your hair - found on Thomas's body.
Anyone could've planted that there...
..anyone who has a grudge against me...
Even you!
The bomb squad say it's safe.
Been fluoroscoped? Yes, sir.
What about the letters? They match the magazine from Duncan's...
in the DI's house.
30 pieces...
of silver.
Judas.
The last person on the list...
to die...
was me.
Metcalfe?
It's me.
Eric...
"This is from the Gospel according to St John.
"Chapter 6, verse 70.
" 'Have I not chosen you 12 and one of you is a devil?'
"The devil is your own flesh and blood, Eric -
"the brother who betrayed you...
"and, in doing so, betrayed himself.
"Every morning, he wakes up teetering on the edge of his own sanity.
"I have 11 and I need one more.
"Your brother...
"..your Judas."
When did it come? This morning.
I think I know who sent it.
Why did you phone?
I'm out on licence.
Withholding information leading to the death of a copper -
I'd be locked up for ever.
I didn't know they'd charge you with murder.
You think I lost nothing? I lost you!
I loved you, for God's sake!
You promised me!
You promised me, Red!
Duncan Warren, a detective inspector with the Metropolitan Police,
was today charged on ten separate counts of murder.
The papers are with the Director of Public Prosecutions.
Thank you.
Piss off, Freeman!
Only so much fun a girl can take!
I'm off.
See you.
We got the bastard, didn't we?
Ten dead!
At least we saved you!
I'm not sure that's much of a consolation. Bet Susan thinks it is.
MUSIC: "Millennium" by Robbie Williams
Supposed to be meeting her later on at a party.
To be honest, I don't feel exactly in a festive mood.
Then, go home first!
Go home. Get some sleep. She'll understand.
Susan know all of it? All of it?
Judas, the coins...
the letter to Eric...
No...
Maybe I will go home first.
Have a good one, Jez!
# ..We've got stars directing our fate... #
Thanks.
'Susan know all of it?
'All of it? Judas, the coins...
'the letter to Eric...'
ECHOING: '..the letter to Eric...'
Hello? Happy new year!
Thanks. And you too.
I need to speak to Eric Metcalfe.
Now? Yeah. It's urgent.
Thanks.
Hello? Eric?
Eric, did you tell anyone about the letter, the one about me?
No. Are you sure?
Sure.
So the only people who know about it
are you, me...
and the person who sent it? I thought you knew who sent it!
Red!
Red? Hello...? Kate...
Red?
'Hello, this is Red. Leave a message after the tone.'
Philip...
James...
Bartholomew...
Matthew...
Andrew...
Peter...
Jude...
Simon...
Thomas...
John...
The emissaries of my word.
The earthly reminder of their sacrifice.
And, finally...
..Judas!
Gathered together as we were that last evening.
We do not presume to come to this, thy table, o, merciful Lord,
trusting in our own righteousness, but in thy manifold, great mercies.
We are not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under thy table,
but thou art the same Lord whose nature is always to have mercy.
Grant us therefore, gracious Lord, so to eat the flesh of thy dear son
and to drink his blood...
that we may ever more dwell in him...
and he in us.
And on Friday, I died.
Remember?
Course you remember! You were there!
Died on Good Friday,
rose on Easter Sunday...
It was a miracle.
I'll never forget the doctors' faces.
I'd been pronounced dead and, before their eyes, I came back to life.
I'm surprised you didn't read about it.
Maybe you couldn't bring yourself to,
maybe, being Judas, you took yourself away to a quiet place...
But you didn't hang yourself, did you?
I saw you...
just before I died...
You drove away and carried on
as though nothing momentous had happened at all...!
I saw you drive away...
I thought you were dead...
Died and rose again.
I'm immortal. Nothing you can do can harm me now.
Don't fight me!
JEZ: It's finished.
You're in my hands!
Now it's your time to die!
This...is how it has to happen...
When Judas, his betrayer,
saw that he was condemned, he repented.
He brought back the 30 pieces of silver to the elders,
saying, "I have sinned in betraying innocent blood."
And, throwing down the silver, he departed and he went...
and he hanged himself.
'I am immortal!
'Nothing you can do...
'can harm me now.'
MUFFLED: No!
NOOOOO!
Are you all right?
No...
No, I'm not...
I have to pay, Eric...
I never paid in full.
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