- With regard to his memory loss, he could be feigning, exaggerating or simply malingering.

- Now, I feel I have no choice, other than to remand her to the Seapark Juvenile Justice Center in Bangor.

- I don't care what you do.

The only one who's honest is Paul.

- The police say they have fresh evidence to put to Spector.

- What sort of evidence?

- [Wallace] Apparently they have found a lock-up rented by Spector.

- Why are you in this place?

- I twisted my sister's arm.

- After he broke his sister's arm, he raped her and carried her into the street, threw her into a passing bin lorry that crushed her to death.

- No-one has any idea how bad Gortnacull House was.

- Are you certain that Baldwin, Paul Spector, was Jensen's favorite?

- Every night and every day for a full year.

- Paul Spector, I am further arresting you for the murder of Susan Harper on the 18th of August 2002.

- I insist this interview be suspended.

I must take instruction from Mr. Spector.

- Do you recognize this man?

Do you know his name?

- David Alvarez.

- This interview stops now.

- What is going on?

- The police have been clever.

They have something on me that I can actually remember.

I'd worked that day, in a Caribbean restaurant.

It was a warm day.

There was thundery rain.

David and I went out after work, went out drinking.

We went to a local club, I can't recall the name.

We met Susan Harper there.

She invited us to her house.

I think she shared a house, but there was no-one there.

We went up to her room.

- The three of you?

- Yes.

- [Wallace] What happened?

- She and David had sex.

- And you?

- I watched.

- What sort of sex?

- Ordinary sex.

- What happened then?

- [Paul] David left.

He went out to find more drink.

He left us together.

- Go on.

- We...

I invited her to try something a bit different.

- What?

- A sex game.

What happened was an accident.

- A consensual game?

- Yes.

- Then how did this David Alvarez individual come to be found guilty if he wasn't even there?

And why murder, why not manslaughter?

- It's complicated.

- Did David Alvarez find somewhere to sell him drink?

- I don't know.

He never came back.

Could I please have some water?

- Have you remembered more in regard to the other charges?

- No.

- It will look bad if you stop answering now.

Just be careful what you say.

(intense music) (light dramatic music) - [Tom] So at that point you were left alone with Susan Harper?

- Yes.

- What happened then?

- I suggested that she tried something a bit more exciting than the sex that she'd had with David.

- What?

- I'd been experimenting.

- [Interviewer] With?

- Exhibit 132.

- I've never seen these before.

- You admit it's you?

- He admits no such thing.

- Experimenting like that, with sexual asphyxiation.

Is that the sort of behavior you involved Susan Harper in?

- [Healy] I advise you not to answer that question.

- Yes.

- How?

Specifically.

- Her head in a plastic bag.

- Tied off at the neck?

- [Paul] No, just a thin plastic bag.

- [Tom] Did you tie her hands?

- No, her hands were free.

- Was it your suggestion to use the bag?

- Yes.

- Why?

- For the same reasons as in these pictures, to feel in control, to feel out of control, to feel powerful, to feel weak, to be fearful, to be trusted.

- [Interviewer] Were you supposed to remove it?

- She was, at the peak of orgasm, tear off the bag, it floods the brain with oxygen-laden blood, leads to a feeling of euphoria.

- Or death.

- Sadly, yes.

- Sadly?

Did she understand the risks involved with such behavior?

- I think so.

- Did you explain it?

- I don't remember.

- Why didn't you remove the bag for her if she lost consciousness?

Could you not see she was suffocating?

- I wasn't looking at her.

I was going down on her.

We'd been drinking, taking coke.

Maybe that's why she died.

- And yet David Alvarez, who wasn't even there at the time, is serving a life sentence for the murder.

- His choice.

- [Tom] Why would he make that choice, do you think?

- I don't know.

You'll have to ask him.

- So what did you do when you realized what had happened?

Did you call for an ambulance?

Did you call the police?

- No.

- [Tom] Why not?

- It didn't occur to me.

- [Tom] What did you do?

- Cleaned up.

- Does that account for the presence of a washing-up bowl by the bed?

- Yes.

I fetched the water and washed her.

Emptied it into the bath.

I was meant to bring it back to the kitchen.

I must have forgotten.

- What color bowl?

- Green, I think.

- So you just left her there, in her room?

On her bed?

- [Paul] Yes.

- And what did you do then?

- I walked the streets.

- [Tom] And after that?

- Left London.

I came back to Belfast.

- And that's when you became Paul Spector?

- [Paul] Yes.

- Did you have any communication with David Alvarez?

- [Paul] No.

- At no point?

- [Paul] No.

- [Tom] I ask you again, why would he take the blame, do you think?

- He must have felt he was doing the right thing, I suppose.

- And why would he think taking the blame was the right thing to do?

- You tell me.

- He said he felt in your debt.

- She speaks.

- He said he felt he owed you a great deal.

Because you protected him as a child.

- Did I?

- You told me that Father Jensen didn't abuse you at Gortnacull.

You said that you made yourself repulsive so that he wouldn't touch you.

- I don't remember that.

I don't recall talking to you before.

- But every boy there was abused in some way.

No-one escaped.

In fact, some boys were singled out for special treatment.

And you were one of Father Jensen's favorites.

He even had a pet name for you.

He called you Pretty Boy.

He chose you to be his favorite for a whole year.

When it came time for you to choose your successor you looked right past David Alvarez.

You chose another boy.

And, for that, he was eternally grateful.

Or at least until it became clear that the friend that he was protecting from an unfortunate fatal accident was actually a friend who was, at that time, at the beginning of a career as a serial murderer.

Drop the charade, Peter.

Own your confession.

Have the courage of your convictions and admit that you remember it all.

You remember everything.

- I'm sorry, but you are intentionally prejudicing my client's case.

I will want this removed from the transcripts.

- Were you not worried that the police would come after you?

- Come after Peter Baldwin, do you mean?

Of no fixed abode somewhere in London?

No, I wasn't.

A year later I was Paul Spector, living in Belfast, soon to become a married man with a child.

Truth be told, I didn't give Alvarez and Susan Harper much thought.

You know, I've been told a lot about Paul Spector, since I was shot.

At first I was horrified, but then, I must admit... Little by little, he started to intrigue me.

- Paul, please stick to the facts surrounding the death of Susan Harper and avoid speculating about things you can't remember.

- The speculation intrigues me.

I'm told that I laid out Sarah Kay's underwear on her bed, in the shape of her body.

That's what I used to do as a child.

Lay out my mother's clothes on her bed, in her shape, imagine she was there.

It aroused me.

When I was a wee bit older, 12, 13, whenever I could, I would obtain female underwear.

Is that perverse?

Was that the start of something that led me here?

Or was it earlier?

Gortnacull?

Or earlier still, my mother's death?

I want to know.

I want to know the real me.

- Then stop hiding behind the mask of amnesia.

- We're all wearing masks to some extent.

You certainly are.

There are memories, thoughts that feel like memories that are starting to come back to me.

- This interview has strayed way beyond its stated purpose.

- And there's a voice.

There's a voice saying, "We're losing him, we're losing him."

So, there must have been at least one person who cared whether I lived or died.

- That was me.

That was my voice.

And I did care.

I thought death would be too easy for you, too easy an escape.

And I didn't want you to cheat the system.

And I still don't.

I want you to be punished for the crimes that you've committed.

Rose Stagg was so right about you.

She saw right through you, your infantile desire to have a captive and captivated audience.

You just want to be noticed, you just want to be the center of attention, to have special treatment, to make your mark.

But it's all just a performance.

All of it.

You perform for me, for your solicitor, your doctors, your nurse, your psychiatrist, even your family.

It's all just one big performance as protection against the dreaded black hole of your heart.

Well, guess what, Paul, it's time to grow up.

It's time to take responsibility for what you've done.

Let's stop this pathetic charade.

- I really must insist on a break now.

I need time with my client to prepare a written statement about the death of Susan Harper that he will read.

- Interview is being suspended at 15:47 so that Paul Spector can consult with his solicitor.

- Fetch the detention officer.

(tense music) (fist thudding) (Stella grunting) (bone crunching) (Tom yelling in pain) (alarms wailing) (men yelling) (dramatic music) - Get your hands off of me.

Get your hands off of me.

Don't touch me!

Do you hear me?

Don't you put your hands on me!

- Have you been drinking?

(light dramatic music) You, escort Mr. Healy out of here!

You, where's that ambulance?

- It's all right.

It's all right, it's all right.

(Jim breathing heavily) - Drive.

Drive!

(Jim sobbing) - I'm shaking.

- How much did you see?

- My monitor went dead.

The attack on Gibson.

- It didn't stop there.

- What a way for the whole thing to end.

- End?

What do you mean?

- We can't possibly represent him now.

- Why not?

- I've never seen violence like that before in my life.

- What have we just witnessed?

The very thing you described.

Their deep obsession with each other.

The emergence under duress of Bad Paul.

If Larson doesn't find evidence of dissociative disorder, a split personality, then we will find a psychiatrist who does.

Then we play the not guilty by reason of insanity card or even, if necessary, guilty but insane.

- I can't, Sean.

I can't be in the same room with him again.

- I get it.

You admire her.

You want to be her when you grow up.

The fact remains, if you can't make the accused your focus then you shouldn't be a defense lawyer, probably not a criminal lawyer at all.

- Fine.

- What?

- You're on your own.

(somber music) (door buzzes) (light dramatic music) (muffled talking) - Open your mouth for me.

Bring your teeth together.

Painful?

- No, no.

- No crunching noises.

Any problems with vision?

- No.

- I think you have a minimally displaced zygoma fracture.

You're gonna be on a soft diet for two weeks or so.

Though the bleeding's impressive, the lacerations small.

Might require a stitch or two.

Irrigate the wound with lots of normal saline and I'll take a look.

If you'd like to lie back on the bed for me, please.

Any pain?

- [Stella] Some.

- [Nurse] Shall I check for blood in the urine?

- Yes, please.

I'd like to keep you in overnight for observation.

- That won't be necessary.

- Don't worry, it'll just be bed and breakfast.

I'll be back to stitch that eyebrow.

(somber music) Thought I'd look in on you before I go.

- What time is it?

- Just after two.

This is my ninth straight night in a row.

I've been on for 17 hours.

Getting too old for this.

I bet you're glad I saved his life.

- How's Tom Anderson?

- His arm's broken.

He's undergone a closed reduction to pull the bones back into position.

- Oh, Jesus.

- He's been sent home with his arm in a cast.

You know, given that you're less likely to develop post-traumatic stress disorder if you don't sleep after a bad experience, maybe I should keep you awake a wee bit longer at least.

- Don't you have a home to go to?

- I do.

A wife and five kids, as it happens, from a daughter of 12 to a son of seven months.

If I go home now, it'll be nappy changes and the four o'clock feed.

Might as well sit with you for a bit.

I'll ask you questions.

- Really?

- Aye.

- Go on.

- Do you like flowers?

- Of course.

- Can you play any musical instrument?

- I could play the violin when I was a girl.

- Have you ever been happy?

If so, when?

- When I was a child, before my father died.

- Have you any real friends?

- A few, yeah.

- [Doctor] Have you ever wished anyone dead?

- Yes, I have.

- Are you a good swimmer?

- Very.

- Are men or women the stronger, do you think?

- What do you think?

- Oh, women, without a doubt.

In fact, it's time you hurried up and took over.

I mean, it's gonna happen so why not get on with it?

Which is your favorite season?

- Spring.

- [Woman] Has Mr. Spector been a threat to himself or others in the past week?

- There have been no more breaches of protocol since he's been back.

Anything more from the test results?

Have you found any compelling inconsistencies?

- No, I haven't.

Which is unsurprising given his professional knowledge.

I know it's in your nature to infer invisible unconscious processes behind the memory loss and that it is an exceptional doctor who will take the risk of concluding in writing that someone is malingering but, with respect, that is what I think you should do.

- Do you?

- The CT head scan with and without contrast was normal, the MRI of the brain and the spinal cord showed normal results.

There's no evidence of structural brain damage in the neurological examinations or neuroimaging.

With his history of lying and everything that he stands to gain from exaggeration and fabrication of the symptoms, the amnesia has to be malingered.

He's proved how dangerous he is.

It has to be fake.

- It's not me.

- What?

- I look at my body and it's not me.

- [Man] It'll take a while to get used to, that's all.

- We've had a report, ma'am, from the Juvenile Offenders' Center.

It seems that Katie Benedetto has been self-harming.

- How?

- Cutting herself with a piece of bone.

- What?

- They think she must have found it in her food at some point.

- Jesus.

- Is there a happy memory from any part of your life that you can remember?

- I used to think that there was a black hole inside me that nothing could fill.

Then I had a daughter.

I remember the first time that I put her to sleep.

I was standing, holding her in my arms, rocking her.

I was looking at her all the time.

She was looking up at me.

I began to feel that she trusted me, that she felt safe.

She must have done because her eyelids started closing little by little, and then she was asleep.

That's a good memory.

- Why did you attack Stella Gibson?

Why did you break that young man's arm?

- There is a visible and an invisible world.

That's why people get hurt.

Do you think I'm treatable?

- Of course.

- Curable?

- Hmm, that's different.

- What would you do for me if I was your patient?

- Try to get you to pay attention wisely to things as they are.

Foster clear thinking and open-heartedness.

Try to develop the capacity in you to experience a feeling without necessarily acting on it.

Try to enable you to see the difference between thoughts and reality.

- I'd imagine you're a good father.

- What do you mean by good father?

- Someone who is present, there for his children.

(ominous music) - Has anyone ever told you you sometimes have bad dreams that you can't remember?

Has your mommy or your daddy ever told you that?

- Yes.

Mommy took me to the doctor's one time.

- Have you had any bad dreams since you've been staying with Joan and Stephen?

- I don't think so.

- She hasn't.

She's been sleeping well.

- Daddy said he had bad dreams like mine when he was in the children's home.

- Did he?

Did he say what he dreamed about?

- Frightening things.

- How do you feel about your daddy right now, Olivia?

- I love him.

- [Woman] But?

- I don't think I'll go see him for a while.

- How long do you think before you'll see him again?

- When I'm grown up I might.

Or if I have a baby.

If I have a baby, I might go take her to see him.

- [Katie] What happened to your face?

- I was in a car accident.

No, I wasn't.

Paul Spector attacked me.

I've got marks like that.

- Show me.

- I can't.

- Why?

- They're on my upper thighs and on the soles of my feet.

I didn't want anyone to know, to see them.

They were private.

- [Katie] Why did you do it?

- I think for the same reason you do.

- What's that?

- Anger.

- What did you have to be angry about?

- My father.

- Why?

- He died.

- How?

- He was ill. - How old were you?

- 14.

- My father killed himself.

- I thought it was an accident.

- He chose to ride a motorbike.

Even though I worried about him every time he went out, every night he was late home.

He loved the bike more than he loved me.

Loved the thrill of speed more than he loved his only daughter.

I don't call that an accident.

- Is that why you're throwing your life away?

You know you can't get him back.

No matter how hard you try.

- There was a man of double deed, Who sowed his garden full of seed; When the seed began to grow, (ominous music) 'Twas like a garden full of snow; When the snow began to melt, 'Twas like a ship without a belt; When the ship began to sail, 'Twas like a bird without a tail; When the bird began to fly, 'Twas like an eagle in the sky; When the sky began to roar, 'Twas like a lion at my door; When my door began to crack, 'Twas like a stick across my back; When my back began to smart, 'Twas like a penknife in my heart; And when my heart began to bleed 'Twas death, and death, and death indeed.

I need you to do me a favor.

- I know that everything feels tainted, polluted.

But it's not.

We all have those voices in our heads, that tell us we're a disappointment, that tell us our work is insignificant.

That it's not good enough, it takes too long, it's too hard.

But when times are tough, we need tough dreams.

But real dreams, not lies.

Not an unreality like Paul.

You need to fight for yourself, Katie, because right now, you're in danger.

(muffled talking) - [Mark] What's this?

- It's your chocolate.

- I don't want that chocolate.

I want what he's got.

- Mark, you're diabetic.

That's your special chocolate.

- I don't like special chocolate.

I want what he's got.

This stuff tastes like dog chocolate.

I'm not eating dog chocolate!

- I'm afraid it's this or nothing.

- Then give me my money back.

- I've spent your money on the things you asked for.

- I want my money back!

(tray crashing) - Mark, calm yourself.

- [Mark] I'm not a dog, I'm not eating that, I refuse.

- [Nurse] Calm down, Mark, or you'll be restrained.

- What did you say to me?

You called me a homosexual!

- I didn't call you anything!

- You called me a homosexual!

- Calm down now!

(everyone yelling at the same time) (Mark yelling) (bashing on door) (alarms screaming) (people shouting) (fist crunching) (Dr. Larson grunting) (fist thudding) - We all need love and we all need nurture.

There's too much death and destruction.

But friends who love you should warm you like the sun.

Make you feel good about yourself.

Not freeze you in their contempt and in their hate.

Anger corrodes our belief that anything good can happen to us.

Paul's been destroyed by his anger, his rage.

And you, you hurt a friend, to impress him.

But he doesn't care.

He doesn't even know you exist.

(men yelling) (Mark screaming) Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Watch his head, watch his head, watch his head.

All right, all right.

Let's go, let's go.

Go, go, go!

(fists thudding) (men yelling) - [Mark] That's right, the lot of you!

(Mark screams) (Mark choking) (Paul panting) (somber music) (bodies thudding) (Mark choking) (Paul breathing heavily) - You and I were loved so much even if our fathers couldn't stay around for us.

Maybe we both need to be held while we grieve, but it has to be someone who can feel pain for our pain, not revel in it.

Not someone who will abandon us.

(somber music) (bag rustling) (light dramatic music) - Sweet Jesus.

Somebody call for an ambulance!

Call an ambulance.

Where's Spector?

Where's Spector?

Check the treatment room!

The de-escalation room!

Check the kitchen!

Bailey's room!

Oh, God!

Got him, got him.

Quick.

Mind his head, mind his head, mind his head.

Get the belt, get the belt.

Paul, Paul.

(telephone ringing) - I'm sorry.

Gibson.

Okay.

- What is it?

- I have to go.

- What's happened?

- I can't tell you, I'm sorry.

- [Katie] Is it Paul?

- Bye, Katie.

Oh, God, Dr Larson, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- [Medic] Okay, ready, one two three.

(intense somber music) - Paul Spector, the man charged with the four recent murders in the Belfast area was found dead last night in one of the bedrooms of the Foyle Clinic where he was undergoing psychiatric assessment.

This morning, an inquiry was launched into how he had come to die whilst under level two observation by clinic staff.

Spector, 32, was found dead at 9:31 pm.

While efforts were made to revive him, he was certified dead by doctors at 9:51 pm.

The Foyle Clinic's leading clinician was also injured during the incident.

He is in hospital and in a stable condition.

His injuries are not thought to be life-threatening.

Another patient, Mark Bailey, 29, was killed.

His family have been informed.

An inquiry into his death is ongoing.

I can confirm that the PSNI are not looking for anyone else in connection with the murders of Fiona Gallagher, Sarah Kay, Alice Parker Monroe or Joseph Brawley.

An inquest will take place into each of those deaths.

DCI Eastwood will oversee the preparation of those inquest files.

In light of recent events, and as of today, I am standing down from my position as Gold Commander of Operation Music Man.

In addition, the Chief Constable has accepted my resignation.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank Detective Superintendent Gibson for all her hard work, her dedication to duty and her leadership during the investigation.

Thank you.

(light dramatic music) - I'm sorry, sir.

- Take care, Dani.

- And you, ma'am.

(light dramatic music) - "In olden times, when wishing still did some good there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful.

But the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, who indeed has seen so much, marveled every time it shone upon her face.

In the vicinity of the King's castle there was a large, dark forest and in this forest, beneath an old linden tree, there was a well.

In the heat of the day, the Princess would go out into the forest and sit on the edge of the cool well.

To pass the time she would take a golden ball, throw it into the air and then catch it.

It was her favorite plaything.

- [Stella] Thank you, thank you.

- "As she was lying in bed, he came creeping up to her and said, 'I am tired and I want to sleep as well as you do.

Pick me up or I'll tell your father.'

With that, she became bitterly angry and threw him against the wall with all her might.

'Now you will have your peace, you disgusting frog!'"

- She's supposed to kiss him, not throw him against the wall.

- That's Disney.

This is the real story.

"But when he fell down, he was not a frog but a prince with beautiful, friendly eyes."

(low somber music) (light music)