All language subtitles for Manhunt.The.Night.Stalker.S01E01.XviD-AFG

'..goes by the
name of Nigel Dempster.

'All that and much more on TVAM,

'but for the moment, on
behalf of all of us here

'at our studios at
Thames, good night.'

Mum?

Hi, Mum!

Mum!

Mum?

Mum?!

Mum!

Mum!

What are you doing, Colin?

Looking for dishwasher salt. I
could've sworn I bought some.

Want me to pick some up?

Er, yeah. Would you?

Hamish Campbell.

Er, DCI Colin Sutton
to see Hamish Campbell.

He's this way.
Just through there.

Thank you.

apprehension of
this dangerous man

without regard to
his personal safety

was in the finest tradition
of the Metropolitan Police.

Apologies - commendation
write-up. Hello, Colin.

Morning, sir.

Bloody amazing, what these
young PCs will do for us.

Yes. Well done,
again, on Bellfield.

Oh, it's team effort,
sir, thank you.

Great work.

What do you know about
Operation Minstead?

A long string of burglaries
and rapes of the elderly

dating back to the
'90s. 1992, 17 years.

The press called him
the Night Stalker,

and he's recently
become active again.

Haven't we got his DNA?

Yeah, but he's not in the
system, so we can't ID him.

DNA tells us he's of West
Indian origin, but that's it.

Our new commissioner has suggested
that we make the Night Stalker

a priority of the Command.

Right, and when a new
commissioner suggests...

Oh... he thinks
there's an impression

that the Met drags its heels

when it comes to
serial sex offenders.

Well, after Worboys,
I can't blame him.

Given that you have some
experience with high-profile,

serial sex offenders...

well, I thought you could
bring something to the table.

Right. So do you want my
team to take a look at it

or for me to review
what they've got?

The latter. Definitely the latter.
Simon Morgan remains as SIO.

Didn't Serious Crime
just do a review?

Yes, they did, and there's been
at least three before that.

This guy's good, Colin - 17 years
and he's never left a fingerprint,

never let a witness
see his face.

Years go by, no offences.

Teams get broken up,
budgets get re-allocated,

and then he starts again.

It's a ten-year investigation.

They might be missing something
that's staring them in the face.

That's ten years of
feathers to ruffle.

I-I know you're retiring
in a few months.

I just need you to take a look.
In and out in a couple of weeks.

Well, come on, give us a clue.

I want you to dig out everything
you can on Operation Minstead

and email it to me.

They're not lumbering us with
that? No, just me for the moment.

Right. I'm just
gonna have a look.

A fresh pair of
eyes and all that.

But I do need
those files, Clive.

Oh, you must be the
analyst? DCI Colin Sutton.

Richard Moore.

I'm here to see Simon Morgan.

Another review,
is it? Yes and no.

Er, incident rooms,
straight ahead.

Thank you, Richard.

DCI Sutton?

DI Nathan Eason.

Colin Sutton. I'm here
to see Simon Morgan.

Yeah, he's not here, I'm afraid.

What d'you mean?
We're meeting at 12.

I know. He left me to
be the welcome party.

We had another one
last night. Oh, right.

What, and Simon's at the
scene, is he? He is, yeah.

OK, er, well, there's nothing like
learning on the job, is there?

I'm sure he won't be long.

Don't worry, Nathan, I won't get
under anyone's feet. Let's go.

All right.

DCI Colin Sutton. He's with me.

Simon Morgan. Colin Sutton.

I was hoping to brief you properly
before you came to a scene,

but no matter.

The victim's a Sandra
Nelson, 82-year-old woman.

She's been taken to
hospital. Is she hurt?

TBC. She's traumatised,
like so many before her.

Might not be able to give
us a reliable account.

Original concrete path,
original front door

with inlaid panes of glass
intact, a nice shade of mid-blue.

Hmm. Sends a signal.

Yeah. "Old person lives here".

To which our man
is fully attuned.

Yeah, well, practise
makes perfect, I suppose.

Forensics reckons he was hiding
in that corner all night,

hour after hour, just
waiting for his moment.

He's leaving DNA,
but he doesn't care.

He's not in the system
and he knows it.

How long have you had it?

The Night Stalker's DNA.

1992.

Look, er, no offence,

but that's a name
coined by the press

to sell papers and scare people. I
never use it, neither do my team.

Minstead Man is how
we refer to him.

Right. I'll know for next time.

Two years ago, he stopped dead after
the case featured on Crimewatch,

and then, a month ago,

he hit three homes in three weeks,
still targeting elderly women.

And where were those offences?

Clara-Jane Proctor, 74, was
sexually assaulted in the house

where she was born in
Birch Avenue, Shirley.

Then a week later,
Lynn Marie Kerr, 69,

a former headmistress from
Coulsdon, was burgled.

Two nights after that, he moves
up to Croydon. Phylis Carlton, 71,

a widow that had just
buried her husband.

Can't always leave DNA, can he?

So what other markers tell
you it's Minstead Man?

Well, top five would be age of
victims, light bulbs removed,

phone lines cut,
balaclava, gloves...

He's covered the PIR
light again, boss.

DS Neville Hylton,
DCI Colin Sutton.

Let's have a look. This way.

Stops the motion-sensitive
lights coming on

when he's stalking the
property. Just up there.

Last time, he used a glove,

time before was a broken branch,
but not from a nearby tree.

He comes prepared.
That's an understatement.

It's hard to
reconcile, isn't it?

The control and the planning with
the depravity of what he does?

Yeah, it is.

Is it OK if I speak to
the victim some time?

Well, as long as the FLO's
happy. It's her call. Yeah.

I'll brief you properly
back at Lewisham.

Neville, wanna show
me this corner, mate?

OK, it's this way, boss.

We found some more cigarette
butts like last time...

Is he in pain?

Could've bailed years ago
on a full injury pay out.

Altercation with a prisoner, left
him with massive spinal injuries.

Nathan.

DCI Colin Sutton, DC
Patricia Henry, our FLO.

Good to meet you. You, too.

Colin's joining us for a few days,
giving us the benefit of his wisdom.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

No offence, but I'm not sure you'll
get your head around this case

in a few days.

How's Sandra?

She suffers from dementia, so we
haven't got much beyond the usual -

balaclava, torch, the opening
one-word demand for money.

Do you think she's
been sexually abused?

Don't know. We just
swabbed for semen and DNA.

Poor woman. She kept asking
the nurse what she was doing.

She did mention something we've seen
in a few other Minstead offences -

he took her pulse.

Any idea why he'd do that?

Well, one time, the victim feigned
injury so he felt her pulse,

said, "Nothing's wrong with you"
and punched her to the floor.

Would you mind if I had
a quick word with her?

Yes, I would.

She needs rest,
and with respect,

you wouldn't elicit
anything from her I haven't.

Fair enough.

Bit of a wasted trip.
For you, I mean.

Oh, I wouldn't say
that. Oh, no matter.

Almost all the interviews with
the victims were recorded.

I warn you, they're
not easy viewing.

No, I understand. Thank you.

A good number of his victims
have already passed away.

Janet, for instance.

She suffered a perforated
bowel during her assault

and died shortly after.

Did he kill her? Not legally.

But in every other way...

Yeah.

I could've left
this case years ago.

Probably should have.

I would've had a very
different career, but...

Yeah, I understand.

Far as I'm concerned,
he's a serial killer.

Perhaps we should, er,
get to the investigation.

I've got a few
preliminary questions.

Sorry, no time. I've got
a thing at the Yard now.

What? A budget meeting.
Pain in the arse.

I thought you were gonna brief
me fully back at the station?

Well, with respect, if you
hadn't gone to the hospital,

we would've had time.

Team meeting in the morning,
my place. Your place?

The best way for you to catch up.
Nathan will give you the address.

Meantime, I'll
collate some files,

give you a chance to get
a proper handle on things.

Thank you.

You got a minute?

Erm, yeah.

At the scene, I noticed you
were running a full cordon

with a PC signing
everyone in and out,

and you were canvassing statements,
doing a bit of house-to-house.

That's right.

Oh, it's just that
that level of response

you normally reserve
for a murder.

Well, we're just trying
to be thorough, Colin.

But you haven't got the budget or
the manpower for a murder inquiry,

nothing near.

You know how it is.

Parts of CID have a
mindset that says offences

that aren't murder are
lesser crimes, even rape.

And that's what we're
guarding against.

That's very laudable in theory,

but if you haven't
got the resources...

Yeah, well, it's not
been easy, I grant you.

Why don't I buy you a
proper cup of coffee?

Might even run to a biscuit.

OK.

So would you say that
having Minstead Man's DNA

is viewed as your
strongest lead? Yeah.

And so that's the focus
of the investigation?

Absolutely, yeah.

All right. So what's
your screening criteria?

How'd you prioritise
who gets tested?

Well, the base level of our
pool is he's a black male

whose DNA isn't on the database
and who was aged 18 to 40 in 1992.

That's hundreds of
thousands of people.

Yeah, it is. That's not
a pool, it's an ocean.

Well, we then prioritise

based on intelligence gained
from witness statements.

OK. Can you give me an example?

Yeah.

One victim said she heard
a motorcycle start up

right after the suspect left.

So men in the pool who own
motorbikes became a priority?

For a time, yeah.
Any more examples?

Someone noticed there'd been
a rash of offences in streets

where satellite TV was
recently installed. OK.

Thinking is, if he's an engineer,
he'd be hidden in plain sight -

he could perform reconnaissance
and select targets unnoticed.

Right. And what about
the swabbing operation?

How many DNA samples
are you taking a week?

Oh, well, that-that varies.

I think we're out
today, actually.

Really? Do you know
what'd be a help?

If I could tag along and see
how these things are done.

Kieron Gould?

DS Neville Hylton, DC Adam
Spier, DCI Colin Sutton.

What d'you want?

Er, we need you to step
back inside, please.

It won't take a minute.
What won't take a minute?

We need to take
your DNA, Kieron.

We need to eliminate
you from our inquiries.

Inquiries into what?
What's the charge?

There's no charge, Kieron.
Well, what's the case, then?

It's a serial rapist.

Fuck off. Seriously?

Why is my name on your list?

I can't divulge that.

I can't help you. I'll miss my
appointment. No, you won't, mate.

You just stop arguing and
comply and everyone's a winner.

Do I have to comply?
Do you have a warrant?

No, we don't. It's voluntary.

In that case, get lost.

Well, why take that attitude?

Eh? If you've got nothing to
hide, what're you worried about?

It's a question of
trust... or lack of it.

See, if you grew up around
here, you'd know what I mean.

You would, anyway.

Hello, Clive. 'How
was it, boss?'

I'm still getting
the lay of the land.

'Got time for a beer?' All
right. Yeah, just a quick one.

'Boss?' Clive, do
a car check for me?

Cheers, Sarah.

Hello, Clive. All right, Guv?

You all right?

Yeah. Volvo is registered
to a Bob Stiles.

Not what you were expecting?

Er, no. Not quite.
Thanks, though.

Don't you think it's a bit
weird? As in convenient?

Sorry. Long day.

Well, I mean, there's a fair few
other DCIs they could've asked

apart from you, Guv.

Yeah, I suppose so.

I mean, what is the Minstead
inquiry at this point?

It's a black hole, decade-plus
train wreck, poison chalice.

You think someone's trying
to poison me, Clive?

I don't think you take
a scalp like Bellfield

without making some enemies.

That sounds a bit paranoid.

Maybe.

I can't help feeling that
this is just the start.

They get rid of you and then
they dismantle the team...

Get rid of me? I'll
be back in two weeks.

..just because we smashed
it, because they can.

What, you think I got Minstead
as some sort of payback?

I dunno.

Long day.

Well, you did say I should've
retired after the trial.

Quit while I was ahead.

Look, I get it, Hamish asked,
you can't exactly say no.

But?

But...

..I think you should
critique what's wrong

and I think you should get out. The
moment you start offering ideas,

you are sucked in
on the worst terms.

You have all the
responsibility and zero clout.

Then you will go
down with the ship.

OK, I'll give you a call.

All right. I gotta go, bye. Bye.

A bit unorthodox, isn't it?

No, we often meet at
the guvnor's house,

you know, on account
of his back issues.

Did you chase up that
Volvo I saw last night?

I did, yeah.

Turns out it was being
driven by the head

of the local Neighbourhood
Watch, a chap called Alan Wilson.

OK.

He operates a scheme where
local residents' cars

are parked on the drives
of would-be victims

who don't own cars themselves.

Oh, I see. What, to
deter Minstead Man?

Yeah. That's ingenious.

Yeah, he was driving slowly cos
he was looking for the right house

to park the Volvo and couldn't
see the numbers in the dark.

Right. Lead on.

All right, Guv? Morning.

Morning.

Oh, morning, Nathan.

It's custard creams or
custard creams, I'm afraid.

Oh, well, in that case I'll
have one of each. Thanks.

Morning.

Ah, right, first off,
we have a visitor.

DCI Colin Sutton will be joining
us for a short while to see if

there are any missed opportunities
that might help progress our case,

so please introduce
yourselves afterwards

and assist him
wherever possible.

Right. How're we getting on
with the swabbing, Neville?

Crunching through the list. We
had a non-cooperative yesterday.

What's your sense of him?

He's not Minstead Man, but we'll
get a sample second time around.

Right. Good. We
had a bit more luck

with an aerial
fitter from Croydon.

Bit more - we got his
DNA, but no match.

Well, he's one off the
list, isn't he? Good work.

I need to update you all on progress
of Santiago University in Spain.

Their scientists are
using cutting-edge tech

to establish the physical
characteristics of Minstead Man

based on his DNA.

Really? I didn't think
that was possible.

Yeah.

By ascertaining genealogy,
they'll be able to give us

a very clear idea as to his
ancestry and country of origin.

Yeah, Adam?

Yeah, the, er, victim at
Allenhall Road, Sandra Nelson,

had quite a bit of
jewellery stolen.

Good news is that she, er,

had it all photographed
for insurance purposes.

Now, I've got an informant
who knows her way around

the local pawn shops. Her way?

Yeah. Yeah.

Believe it or not, her
name is, er, Diamanda.

If he tries to fence this
stuff, she'll tell us.

Good.

Thanks for introducing me.

That's OK. No problem.

What if you didn't have his DNA?

What would your main
lines of enquiry be then?

Well, the DNA is our
key asset, Colin.

When we catch Minstead
Man, and we will,

he's in the pool, isn't he?
We'll have a cast-iron case.

But the priority list
runs to 5,200 names,

and last week, you
swabbed one person.

At that rate, it'll take hundreds
of years to clear the list,

and even then, he
might not be on it.

Oh, he's on that list, Colin,

and we have active measures
to shorten it considerably.

What, by prioritising satellite
engineers and motorcyclists?

Two avenues of many.
Yeah, but if you take...

We're running before we
can walk here, Colin.

I saw first-hand how painful it
is just trying to get one sample,

or not getting it,
as it turned out.

We've got you an office where
you can get your head down,

get across the
material I've prepared.

If you have any questions,
once you're up to speed,

I'll be happy to answer them.

Why don't you wanna talk
to me? I am talking to you.

I get the feeling you're
fobbing me off, that's all.

Oh, that's your
interpretation. Yeah, it is.

My interpretation would be that
I've been nothing but cooperative

and you're being
a little paranoid.

I'm not here to do a box tick,
seen-to-be-done review, Simon.

I'm here to help.

I'm here because Hamish
thinks that fresh eyes

might be useful at this point.

Yeah, I appreciate
that. Do you?

I get the feeling you resent it.

Look, the truth is, Colin,

we've tried a ton of
things over the years -

probably all the things you
could think of and more.

You start contributing
ideas, it's a slippery slope.

I mean, you need to be
realistic. About what?

Well.. how long can you
stick to diagnosing problems

without offering solutions?

Hmm? Friday?

Well, let's say I can
resist that temptation

and I am in and out in a couple
of weeks, there's no harm done.

No, no harm done.

It won't be much of a
review, though, will it?

What are you saying?

I'm saying, if you worry about
politics, retirement dates,

if you...

If you hold back and give this less
than your all, you'll regret it.

Wow. OK. That's me told.

Especially when he offends again,
which we both know he will.

Look, what are you
more afraid of?

Not solving the case, or how that
would damage your reputation?

Cos they've been after
this bloke for 17 years,

so the odds can't be good.

Cheers, Dave.

That's OK.

Thank you. No problem.

Right. PC, printer,

TV, VHS, phone.

You dial eight for an outside line.
Don't ask me why it's not nine.

We march to the beat of
our own drum round here.

Yeah, I'm beginning to
get that impression.

Oh, and, of course, a
lifetime's supply of stab vests.

I'm already wearing one, Kenny.

Excellent. Very good.

No, but, seriously, do you
want me to get rid of them?

No, there's enough space. Anything
else you need, let me know.

Thank you.

So, what was it?

Short straw? Owe
someone a favour?

You seem like a good
bloke, that's all.

Can't see you
holding your hand up

to rake over another
officer's case.

Pointless Review Number 56.

I'm a loyal soldier,
Kenny - I do as I'm told.

I read my Maeve Binchy book
for about half an hour,

and the next thing, I
was woken by a noise...

..and then I saw a figure
at the end of the bed.

He was wearing a
kind of boiler suit

and his face was
hidden by a balaclava.

He shone a torch in my eyes, then
covered my face with his hand.

I couldn't... breathe,
I couldn't see.

I felt as if I was suffocating.

I told him my handbag

was in the living room,
but it wasn't enough.

He grabbed me by the shoulders

and he pushed me
on to the settee.

And then...

..he climbed on top of me.

And when he finished...

..he threw me a towel and
told me to... clean up.

I sat there thinking,
"This is it...

"this is the end of your life."

He told me to take
my nightdress off

as there might be semen on it,
and he put it in the sink to soak.

And then I had to have a lot
of tests for various infections

that he might've...

..passed-passed on to me.

I had to wait two weeks for
the HIV test to come back.

I moved in with my son's family.

I had terrible nightmares.

My son would wake me up,

telling me I'd been
shouting things out like,

"Keep off me, stay
away from me."

It's outrageous - not
just what he's done,

but how long he's got away with
it. The phones on the units,

bulbs in the sink... I've
never seen that before.

Thanks, love. Yeah,
he's meticulous.

And unusual. It's gold
dust to an analyst.

Go on.

You don't get this good
without practise. I'd go back.

I'd trawl for the earliest
cases that could be him

based on these traits,

and then I'd look
for a schoolboy error

or a clue to his location.

What sort of clue?

I don't know, but how many criminals
open their account close to home?

The minute he sets foot on these
properties, he's in control.

It's his house.

Morning, Richard.

Morning, Colin.

Morning.

Gentlemen. Oh, sir,

Nathan was just telling me

how you mistook Neighbourhood
Watch Al for the Night Stalker.

Minstead Man, please.

I'm never gonna live
that one down, am I?

Some beginner's luck
that would've been.

Well, you never know. Have
we actually taken Al's DNA?

I think your list is long
enough, don't you? Amen to that.

Could've been one longer this
morning. Just knocked back

a possible Minstead offence
referred by the local borough.

False alarm?

Didn't have the key
Minstead hallmarks

and the victim type was
off - male and female.

Those hallmarks, are they
written down anywhere?

Mm. Got a whole policy
log on the subject.

Ping it over to me, will you?
I'll stick it on the pile.

Are these all Minstead?

All Minstead.

I tried to do a HOLMES search
relating to Minstead Man's DNA

and drew a blank. I couldn't
find a single lab report.

Well, the, er, lab reports
themselves aren't on the database,

but their existence is noted if
you tailor your search accordingly.

Well, what's the use of that?

Well, every exhibit seized
from a Minstead scene

is submitted to the lab
with its Lab Form One,

but once the scientists
work their magic,

they return the forms
with their findings.

But the findings never
get entered on HOLMES?

No.

So the reports are
basically un-searchable?

All of HOLMES' search
features are redundant?

Yep, to access any given file,
you need to come down here

and go through the
boxes manually.

Well, why, Neville? Why
would you do it like that?

I had the same
question when I joined.

And? Well, it's all
about the numbers.

Too many offences,
too much evidence,

too few people to
process it all.

Everything would just fall
over if corners weren't cut.

Well, maybe it
needs to fall over.

Well, no-one's happy
about it, Colin.

There's just no alternative.

We haven't just got the proven
Minstead scenes to deal with,

we've got all the break-ins
local CID send our way

that could be him. It's
literally hundreds of offences.

You are chronically
understaffed, aren't you?

Yeah.

Nathan, that possible Minstead
case the borough sent over,

when was that?

Last night. Colbridge
Road in Bromley.

And what ruled it
out, the victimology?

Yeah, a woman in her late
80s, her son in his 60s.

There's no record of
our man targeting a home

with multiple occupants, and he
always engages with his victims.

Right, and this
offender didn't? No.

I wonder why the borough
thought it was Minstead.

Erm... age of victims, time
of the offence and location.

Well, it's worth running
up the flagpole, isn't it?

Well, with respect to
the screening criteria,

that is right in the heart
of his hunting ground.

I'm just saying we could do
worse than give it a second look.

Or I could go on my
own, if it's easier.

No.

DC Jim Corgan, Bromley CID. Do
you think it might be him, then?

Let's say we wanna
make sure it isn't.

Several handbags
belonging to the homeowner

were turned out on the table.

He's made a point
of leaving the cash.

Doesn't sound like our boy,
but I'm keeping an open mind.

Well, in a few hours, we
might know definitively.

How so? Follow me.

This is Gavin Forbes,
son of the homeowner.

He was asleep upstairs

at the time of the burglary.
His mum's in hospital,

being treated for shock.
Oh, good morning, Mr Forbes.

DI Nathan Eason,
DCI Colin Sutton.

Tell 'em about the
juice carton, Gavin.

When I got back
from the hospital,

I went to get a glass of
orange from the fridge.

The carton was almost empty.

I only opened it last night, and
my mum never touches the stuff.

What, and you think the intruder
might've helped himself?

It's the only explanation.

Have we seen this before?

He normally goes for the beer.

He might've been driving.

The juice carton's being
tested for DNA? As we speak.

If it's Minstead, you'll
be the first to know.

Right.

Mr Forbes, I'm sorry to have to
ask you to go through it again,

but from my experience,

it's always best to hear
these things first-hand.

About 6am, I heard
a noise downstairs.

I thought it must be Mum,

but she's not normally
up before ten,

so I decided to go and check.

When I opened the door, I
got the shock of my life -

about half a dozen
pairs of shoes and boots

tumbled inwards on the floor.

Was it your shoes? From
the rack downstairs.

He must've piled them
halfway up the door.

I mean, why would he do that?

A DIY early warning system. That
could be why he left the cash.

He was still in the
house when I went down.

You said you're working on
another case. Is it, erm...

It's-It's not that...
bloke attacking old ladies?

The Night Stalker?

Yes, it is, I'm afraid.

Oh, Jesus.

What is it, Gavin?

Mum's room is
downstairs and, er,

she always sleeps
with the door open.

What if he went in...?

Your mum said nothing to suggest
any contact with the intruder.

She's in shock! She
wouldn't admit it.

I mean, she wouldn't
have the words.

Gavin, your mum's in the best
possible hands at the hospital.

I know it's hard, but
until we know more,

try not to torture
yourself with what-ifs, OK?

OK.

Now, this shoe rack, I
didn't see it when I came in.

It's by the back door.

Does it get much
use? All the time.

Mum's still very house-proud,

she won't have shoes
cluttering the hall.

This still might
not be Minstead Man.

What, no panes removed
or ornaments lined up?

No bulbs removed either,
or phone lines cut.

Yeah.

I read one of the
profiles last night.

Yeah, which one?
Er, Dr Pauline Rees.

Reed. Yeah.

She stressed how rare it is for
an offender to spend so much time

just observing his victims.

Like any monetary gain was
secondary to just watching them

go about their lives.

If he came from here
to the back door,

he wouldn't see that
shoe rack, would he?

But he knew it was
there, didn't he?

Gavin said they
use that every day.

Yeah, he was watching.

From all these foot prints, he
must've been here for a while.

One time, he waited so long, he
did a number two under a tree.

Did he? I bet Dr
Reed had a field day.

Let's figure out how he got in.

Looks like a dead end. Yeah.

Colin... any luck,
we've got him on camera.

Coming and going.

I know it's a bit basic, but
I'm using these coloured pins

to mark the locations and
the era of the offences.

Numbered in sequence? Yeah.

Why, have you got
something like it?

Yeah, one or two, and in colour.

Oh, well, there's nothing wrong
with a bit of DIY, is there?

Plus it helps me to get
my head round it all.

Orpington. I attended
that one.

DNA on the orange carton is a
100% match for Minstead Man.

Colbridge Road is our case. And
we've got him on camera, too.

Gavin said he was woken at
six, so I started there.

Ah.

Well, it confirms his
route and the time he left,

but not much else.

He did show a bit
more leg going in.

There you go.

That's nearly six hours earlier.

Can you freeze it on the
best possible frame, Nathan?

Shame he's got his back to us.

Well, still, we've got a good
idea of his weight and his height,

it lets us know he's
got an athletic gait,

we know he walks to
and from the scenes,

even if he's arriving by car.

We're gonna need to widen
our screening criteria.

That means more offences.

Well, so be it. But you
haven't got the manpower,

not when you're treating
every offence like a murder.

Would this be a
fair observation?

You're trying to make these
offences fit the usual processes,

but they won't -
they just won't -

and the effort of trying to
force them to fit is killing you.

More than fair.

Then something's gotta change.