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Oh, sh... ugar!

All right?
Yes, thanks. Big meeting tomorrow.

They work you too hard, Emma.
Fancy unwinding?

Quick drink down the pub?

No, thanks. Things to do, y'know.
Tomorrow, then?

It's time we got to know each other.
Perhaps. Excuse me.

'Night.

'Night.

CAR STARTS

Get out, Emma!

No! No!

Arrrgh!

Oh, Shaun...!

I forgot all about it.

So, why get cold feet now?
I'd go. So would he. Eh, Austin?

Sarge?

Tea with the Queen Mum?

But it's not just that,
it's three days in London. Me?!

You haven't lost it,
your George Cross?

Course I haven't.
Wouldn't surprise me...

Sarge, incident in Tollies Lane.

Well, tell Wallace and Naylor.
They are on patrol.

They're on a call at Bracton
Avenue.

There's nobody else.

Sounds serious.
Man hiding in a woman's car.

All right. I'm there.

DI Frost attending.
Logged call 20.41.

Attending Bracton Avenue now, Sarge.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Mr Cook?

We thought she was staying the night
at her friend Jo's house.

Going to the cinema. But she's not.

Jo hasn't seen her since lunchtime.
Maybe she went with someone else.

Exactly! It's only 8:45,
for God's sake. She's 17, not three!

DOORBELL
There you go.

I'm sorry about this.
No problem.

Joanne.

Dad said we ought to come over.
Why? What's happened?

I dunno. Nothing.

After I left Alison here
at lunchtime, I looked back
when she went indoors...

..and I thought I saw a man
at her bedroom window.

I dunno... he...

It's all right, all right. Shh.

He had a black clothes,
medium height or less.

Agile the way he got away.

You didn't get a better look
in the car park?

No. It's badly lit.
I just saw him get in Emma's car.

I'm so... sorry, Shaun!
I thought you were gonna...!

All right... It's over now.

Sorry about the delay, sir.

What...? Ssh, ssh. Stay there.

Look after her, will you?

What d'you want us to do?

You can search a 400-acre wood
with your torch...

(POLICE RADIO)
'Insp Frost, Control'

Frost.

'The missing teenager.
Bracton Avenue.

Wallace wants you there urgently.'
Yes. OK.

Do you live on your own, love?
Yeah.

Drive her home.
Get someone - a female - to stay
with her. Get a statement.

What number Bracton Avenue?
'Number 21, Jack. Name of Cook.'

I think I saw someone.
I didn't take that much notice.

I didn't know her folks weren't in.
Pauline should've been in.

I work part-time at the Town Hall.

Today's my day off but they phoned
so I went in this afternoon. At
1:00.

To be honest, I forgot Alison was
coming home early.

Last day of term. Early finish.
(Typical !)

So, you and Alison got back here
at about...

Half one.

But you didn't actually see Alison
go inside.

No. She was getting out her keys
as I walked away.

We live round in Manor Road.

Who was first back this evening?
Me. About five o'clock.

Nothing amiss?
No.

No sign of a break-in?
No, nothing.

And you were to meet Alison
later this evening at the cinema?

Yeah. About six.

Were you surprised she didn't come?

Yeah. A bit. But I went with
some other friends there.

I was gonna phone her after the film
but Mr Cook phoned us first.

Why did you do that, Mr Cook?

I noticed she'd forgotten her night
things; toothbrush,...

I thought I should pop them round.

Fussing, as usual.
He never leaves her alone.

Just as well.
Or we'd be none the wiser now!

Mind if we look round?

She's not here!

Martin's all but
lifted the floorboards.

Yes. It's just routine.
If you don't mind.
While the kettle's boiling.

Well! Bit of needle
between Mum and Dad?

Bit of pressure too, I reckon.

On Alison?
Mmm.

Not the first teenager
to need a break.

But most take a change of knickers.

No one's said, cos it don't bear
thinking about,

but the bloke
you've never caught - the rapist

..he waits in houses, doesn't he?

Clare Bamtema, nurse.

Judy Guest, traffic warden.

Tammy Saunders, also a nurse.

Tara Holdsworth, air stewardess.

All attacked within the last six
months.

And now, suddenly, our man
appears to be active again.

Emma Fox.
And Alison Cook, schoolgirl.

All attractive young women.
All under 25.

In each case he's laid in wait
in the victim's house.

Except for Emma, last night.
He got into her car.

He shows
a high level of burglary skill.

Other possible common factors?

One - uniform.

Alison Cook wasn't wearing a uniform

Yesterday was the last day of term.
The kids wore civvies.

Don't split hairs, Jack.
She may have been targeted earlier.

What about Emma Fox?
She didn't wear a uniform.

She's a PA at an insurance firm.

She wore one until last week.
Well, a livery.

She worked for a building society.

Why don't you read your brief?

Have local enquiries
yielded anything?

Afraid not, sir.
No one on her street saw anything.

In the Emma Fox case we've only
Shaun Pascoe. The guy who gave
chase.

But the last two incidents do match
the pattern location-wise.

All the attacks took place in a
one-mile radius of the town centre.

Sorry. I just don't buy it.

Alison Cook just doesn't fit.

For a start, two in one day?

He attacked Judy Guest and
Tara Holdsworth within 24 hours.

But Alison Cook has been abducted
not raped in her home.

All the others live alone.
So... not so much time pressure.

Clare Bamtema doesn't live alone.
Clare's family were away.

How did he know
Alison Cook was coming home early?

Perhaps he didn't.
Perhaps he had time to wait.

What about
his being under time pressure?

I merely suggested.

Unless he had insider knowledge.

Then he would've known.

Schoolteacher, perhaps.

All the teaching staff at Alison
Cook's school are female, sir.

And the caretaker is 72.

Oh.

Probably find that in your briefing
notes, sir.

Is Jack up there, George? No. He's
gone to see Tara Holdsworth.

Anything important?

No. His crime report last night.
It's not signed.

Oh, well...

Here goes.

You're getting quite good.
Should try bank notes. Ssh!

Thanks for comin'.
No problem.

I'm sorry I'm so late.
We had a briefing.

It's nothing specific.
I just felt I needed to see someone.

You must be getting fed up of me.
No, no. Not at all.

I'm always at the end of the phone,
Tara.

I told you that from day one.

But you know, maybe now, someone
else could do better for you.

Someone professional.

What, therapy, you mean?
A shrink?

Talk to your doctor,
see what he says.

He says I should try
and put it all behind me.

Then you should change your doctor!

Change your doctor,
your furniture, your flat...

That's giving in to him, isn't it?
No, not necessarily.

He'd still be there. If I moved.

He'd be there. Behind the new door.
The new sofa.

He'll always be there. That voice.
Whispering in my ear.

Not if we catch him.

Now that would make a difference,
surely, eh?

Tell you what,
if we catch him and put him away...

..you move, and make a fresh start.

But you won't catch him, though.
I don't blame you.

He's clever. He's in control. No.
No, he's not. That's my point.

I'll catch him.

No-one controls me!

You ask my Superintendent.

Right, then, I'll see you soon.

Thanks for comin'.

It's all right. Don't worry.
Together we'll beat him.

LOCKS BEING ENGAGED

(TAPS ON WINDOW)

What are you doing here, apart from
trying to avoid me?

Working.

Not thinking about door-stepping
Tara, are you?

Why, is she your private property
then?

There's a lot of public concern,
Jack.

It's the appropriate time for the
news to do a

follow up on the earlier victims.

A 'follow up'?

What to ask how she feels(!)

I can save you the bother.

Four months on and she "feels" like
it only happened yesterday and

it's going to happen again tonight.

She feels terrified about going out
and even more terrified to stay in.

She dare switch of the lights and all
the furniture that he touched

she keeps covered up.

That's how she "feels"(!)

Anxious, depressed and terrified.
Alright?

And if you print one word of that, or
you knock on that door...

I shall feel obliged to knock your
bloody head off!

And you're going to keep away from
the rest of these as well!

(KNOCK ON DOOR)
(DOOR OPENS)

Lost something, sir?

No.

Mr. Mullet wants to see you.

As of now,
WPC Wallace is rape-dedicated.

Beg your pardon?!
Rape-dedicated.

Assigned.

In the hope that a woman's insight
will add vigour to your efforts.

I don't think you realise the
effect this has on local women.

Insensitive is my middle name.

In the absence of a rape unit,
or spare resources,

I must make do with what I've got.

This investigation has been allowed
to drift.

Drift?!
Drift.

Was an arrest imminent
in the four previous rapes?

No.
I call that drift.

And so does the Denton Evening News.

This is not a knee-jerk reaction
to adverse press comment.

There's a monster out there.
I want him caught.

And... I've had a call
from the Chief Constable.

(GROANS)
Not about the rapes.

Yet.

About the George Cross.

Your... George Cross.

He wants confirmation that you're
going to this London reunion.

What... why?

Because you're the only hero
Denton's had.

You can't tick
the 'no publicity' box, you know.

Bravery's good news.

It's got to be maximised.

Please, be ready for a photo call.
Yes, sir.

(ANSWER-MACHINE)
'Hello, Hazel. It's Mum.

D'you want to come to lunch Sunday?'

Sorry, sir.
What?

For being foisted on you.

Oh, no.
I'd have asked for you, anyway.

Don't tell Mully I said that!

So... Where do I start?

Well,...

I've no idea.

We've nothing new.

The bloke in Emma Fox's car
could've just been after her radio.

And as for Alison Cook, well...! Has
Emma Fox made a full statement?

No. She hasn't. You could do that.

Make sure she's all right.
And I'll go to the Town Hall.

There... Half a sandwich.

No way was he after my car radio.
Not the way he looked at me.

He'd been sussed. But he still gave
me a good look before he took off.

But you only saw his eyes?

Yeah.
He had this black hat and scarf.

Do you think he was planning...
to actually go for it in the car?

If it's the guy
who attacked the other women...

.. he'd more likely have waited.
jumped you when you got home.

God...!

Oh.

Hello, Mrs Cook. Town Hall said
you weren't in today. May I?

Has anything...?
No. No.

Thank you.

And they said you weren't at work
yesterday, either.

When Alison went missing.

I just want to eliminate the man
in the window from our rape inquiry.

To me he just doesn't belong.

Can we eliminate him or not?

Thank you.

Right, so... What's his name?

You need his name?

Yes. And his address.
Don't worry, we'll be discreet.

Tony...

Tony Hawthorne.

12 Egan Road.

So you were in the house together
when Alison came home yesterday
afternoon?

It's a regular thing.

We've been seeing each other
for quite a while, cos, well,...

..you've seen how things are
between me and Martin.

We drive each other up the wall.

Work and Alison.
That's all he cares about.

Switched off from me years ago.

And I just forgot about Alison
coming home early.

Tony and me use her room.

Put a sleeping bag on the floor cos
it still doesn't seem... right...
to use our bedroom.

Stupid, but it doesn't.

Anyway, Tony saw her out the window,
but the next thing she's coming up
the stairs. I never had a chance...

She found us.

I tried to say something, can't
remember what,

but she just ran
back down the stairs and out.

She just freaked.

Well, that's good news.

I don't think Mr Cook's
joy will be unconfined.

Better she's done a runner
than been abducted. Guv!

Urgent from Control.
Girl's been raped in Denton Woods.

Is it Alison Cook?
No, sir. Just some young tart.

Oh, that's all right, then (!)

When did this happen?
About midnight.

She's been here ever since.
Couldn't move. Drunk. Broken ankle.

That guy found her half an hour ago,
200 yards in.

It was about here our man dived out
of the car last night.

Kelly Power?

Who wants to know ?

Hazel Wallace, Denton Police.

More filth (!)
'Fraid so.

How are you feeling?
How d'you think?!

What happened? Already told all your
lot. Wanna picture (!)

Look, don't mess me about.
You could be dead.

Now, you say you were assaulted
by a minicab driver, right?

Scumbag! I did my ankle.
That's how he got me.

Can you describe him?

Short, dark hair, muscles,
black leather jacket.

Age?

35. 40.

What sort of car?
Dunno. Silver.

What cab firm?
Dunno.

I was legless. Just a card in a
payphone. I rang it.

Where?
At Waggy's.

The disco.

You were there on your own?
No.

Who were you with?
A boy.

Name?

Steve.
Surname?

Dunno. I met him at the door.

And?
We had a good evening.

Then he lost interest,
so I slagged him off and went.

On your own. And you phoned a cab?

What time was this?
Dunno. Midnight. Quarter to.

Five minutes, cab came, I got in.

Where did you ask him to take you?
Home. Paisley Road.

But he didn't?
No. We ended up by Denton Woods.

Where he started...
Touching me and kissing me. Yeah.

Did you object?
No. Then he came on a bit strong.

And it got out of hand.

Besides, I'd had 10 vodkas
and I needed to chuck.

So you tried to stop him?

Push him off. Yeah.

But he didn't,
so I give him the fingernails.

That slowed him up.
Then he started slappin' me about.

But I kneed him, and got away.

Then what? I legged it, till I came
to that path through the woods.

So I went down there
cos it's the quickest way home.

Only I'm drunk, and I lose the path.

Next thing, I trip up
and my ankle feels like it snapped.

So I'm on my hands and knees when
wham!

There's an arm's round my neck. And
a knife. Here.

Sure it was a knife?

Well it weren't a stick of celery!

How old are you, Kelly?

15.

It's all right. It's not a major
problem. I'm on the Pill.

Hello, Jack.

Hello, Shirley!

I'm sorry.
I did mean to get in touch.

Are you here with the girl who's...
Yes. Yes. My WPC's with her now.

Terrifying
what he's getting away with.

Sorry, I didn't mean...
No, no. Fair comment.

Look, he's had a go at two nurses.
I hope you're being security-minded.

I always am. Thanks.

My WPC...
Oh, right.

Shirley.

Would it be all right
if I phoned you sometime?

Yes, do. When you can spare a
moment (!)

Sir.
Don't keep calling me sir!

Sorry. Guv.
Right. Well?

One thing
I don't think it's ruined her life.

The rapist doesn't know that!

And neither do you.

PA SYSTEM BEING TESTED

'One, two. One, two.
Welcome to Waggy's. Testing.'

Well?

Kelly WAS here. There was a bust-up.
Her, a lad, and another girl.

Kelly walked out
before she got thrown out.

Did you show them the photo?

Photo? Of our runaway. Alison Cook.
You never know.

Oh...! OK, come on!

Use mine.

Probably looks like her granny now!

I'll do these.
Pick you up in half an hour.

No, mate. Can't help you.

The black rats
are at a loose end this week.

Our traffic division.

Shall I ask them to have a word with
your lads, vehicles, documentation?

Make you very popular.

Now... stocky build, dark hair,

black leather jacket,
drives a silver motor!

Could be Les Wingham.

There you are... Wasn't that hard.

RINGS DOORBELL

Well?

Did you bring your picnic hamper?

No.
Pity. Stay here till he shows.

PHONE RINGS

Frost.

Oh, damn ! I'm sorry, love.
I'll be right there.

Don't bother, sir. I'll walk.

She was here. Alison.
Bar manager remembered her.

It was Alison that got Kelly's
Steve.

They left soon afterwards
with another couple.

I gave you a list of her friends.

There's no Steve on it.

He's... er... mid to late teens.
Quite tall, slim, spots.

No.

Just thought it might be a secret.

Alison share a secret with me?
Please (!)

You've no idea who the two
they left with might be?

The descriptions
we got of them aren't too good.

Look, I've told you all I know.
Given you all the names I know.

There may be others. I've no idea.

That's the sort of family we are.

Probably some girlfriend I don't
know.

Some other hysterical little
bitch she's gone crying to.

Then gone on the razzle to spite me.

All because she caught me
enjoying myself for once!

After 20 years of marriage
to her zombie of a father.

DOOR OPENS

News?

I'll leave Mrs Cook
to update you on that, sir.

Excuse me.

Mr Wingham?

Tell him I'll see him
in the weekend. About six.

Gotta go. OK, love. Bye.

Interview room, guv.
And that's his previous.

Assault. Bent MOTs.
But nothing sexual.

Any burglary?
Yeah, one.

But it was a while back.
Really...?

Where were you
round midnight last night?

I'm a minicab driver. I go all over.

Around midnight!

Had you picked up a female passenger
outside Waggy's disco?

You mean the little tart
in the blue skirt?

She owes me £3.50. Did a runner.

Mr Wingham, a serious crime
has been committed.

Yeah, look! It's her that ought
to be nicked. This is turning
septic.

Would you mind telling me exactly
what happened from the time this...

"little tart" got in your car?

What did she say happened, then?

Where'd you drive her to?
Tollies Lane.

She lives on the other side of town.
Why there?

Cos she was putting herself on
offer.

It happens all the time.

You're in a one-to-one situation
with women. It's natural.

So, any woman who gets in your cab
is really asking for it?

No, not any woman.

No, but the girl last night...

Did you see the skirt
she was wearing?

So, any woman wearing a short skirt
is really asking for it?

Well, I'm a man, right?

What does she expect?

Perhaps to leave her alone
if she asks you to. Did she?

Not to start with. No.

But after the preliminaries.

She started playing hard to get.
They all do that.

So, no doesn't mean no to you?

Well, it doesn't. Part of the game.
And hitting her?

So this is all over a poxy slap?

And when she scratched you,
that's part of the game, too?

It doesn't mean "stop, let me out"?

It's too late then, isn't it?
Too late?!

Yeah. After that sort of teasing.

We're not machines.
We can't just switch off then.

She deserved a slap.

So... Not being a machine,
but a red-blooded male,...

..with natural instincts
no reasonable person could
expect you to control...

..you raped a 15-year-old girl.
What?

She was 15, Mr Wingham.

Rape?
Yeah. Nasty little word.

But she got out of the car.
She run off.

To be attacked minutes later
in Denton Woods.

Your natural instincts, eh?

Couldn't switch 'em off,
so you followed her.

No.

You were with her. Five minutes
and 200 yards later, she's raped!

I don't leap out on women
in the woods! That's a pervert job.

Look, on the slap I put my hand up.
She got out of order, fur was
flying.

But I'm an indoor man. Backseat.
Settee.

We think whoever attacked this girl
was an "indoor man", as well.

This is the fifth rape in six months

The others involve burglary.
You've done burglary.

I'm not a rapist.

You apply force.
You don't take no for an answer.

That's rape!
She got out. I let her go.

If you didn't follow her, then what?
I drove off.

I drove off!
Parked by the industrial estate.

Had a fag to unwind a bit.

Then I went on-air.

Worked till about 4.30,
then went home to kip.

Where were you at 8.30pm?

Half past eight last night?

I dunno. Working.

We're investigating another
incident.

Involving someone who matches
your description.

Backseat, actually.
Your favourite place.

Obviously, we'd like to eliminate
you from that inquiry if we can.

Also, my colleague has
a list of dates and times.

You must think about
where you were at those times,

and if you can prove it.

Then, it'll get intimate.

First, some hairs from your head.
And other regions.

Some scrapings from your
fingernails.

Some blood.
And other bodily fluids.

And I want the clothes you were
wearing.

And any other unwashed
garments I might find at your home.

And if you remain in the frame
after that lot, I'll get technical

and try DNA testing.

Jim Allen says we've a suspect.
Yes, sir.

He denies it, so it's down
to Medical and Forensic.

He's being squeezed and scraped now.
Excruciatingly thoroughly.

So you've ten minutes to spare?

For the photo call?

You, me and the Evening News?
With your George Cross, of course.

Where's Sgt Toolan?

Staunton Towers, sir.
Where Emma Fox works.

The inquiry about the man in the
car.

He's called me there urgently.
Has he?!

Sorry, sir.

And make sure Mr Mullett is
informed. Yes, sir.

Given that the George Cross
is awarded only about
once every 10 years...

..you see the extraordinary bravery
and devotion to duty required.

Anything on the rapes?

A man is helping us
with our enquiries.

Insp Frost is, of course, touchingly
modest about his achievements.

But his keeping the Cross in a desk
drawer,

where it can provide daily
inspiration, tells us a great deal.

I'm fortunate to have such a...
such an officer serving under me.

And all of Denton is fortunate...

KNOCK DOOR
Ah ! Come in.

Er, message from Mr Frost, sir.
He's been called away.

Like I told the uniformed bods last
night,

we work 8 till 8 shifts.

But you two were on duty last night
when Emma Fox... ? 'Fraid so. Yeah.

Don't say much for our security,
does it? She's a nice kid.

Hello, guv.
Didn't expect to see you here.

Erm... Det Insp Frost,
Gordon Perryman, Nick Daish.

Night security staff.

No closed circuit TV on the gate.

Or in the car park.

The owners were talking about it,
but, well, the recession...

Only four of the 12 floors are let.

So, basically, you patrol all night?

Well, not all night know, what
I mean? But, yeah, officially.

I mean, let's be honest,
it's a doddle.

You didn't see anything?
Near Emma Fox's car. No, we...

What about around midnight?

The incident in Denton Woods.

That path finishes here, doesn't it?
Yeah.

We tend to stay indoors,
once the staff go. That's right.

Basically our job's
to keep an eye on the contractors.

CONSTRUCTION SOUNDS

Is he one?
Eh?

Contractor?
Oh, yeah. Martin Cook.

Been doing a bit of pipe work.

The heating's never worked.

None of the big firms wanted it.
He's good.

Mr Cook.

This is a coincidence.
Happened to be in the building.
This evening work?

Better than sittin' at home.

Especially when you've been
"updated."

First things first. Please regard
this as a formal reprimand.

Your deliberate absence
from the photo call.

I was called away urgently, sir.

That's too well worn to be believed.

Your attitude to such occasions
does you no credit.

You're a little old to play truant.

Did your 'urgent enquiries'
produce anything? No, sir.

Well,
that leads me to my second point.

Take a seat.

Our rape suspect has fallen
at the first hurdle.

What?
The cab driver.

In your absence
the doctor reported direct to me.

Ruled out on blood group.

No need for further forensic.
Mr Wingham is a definite Group A.

The one thing we know for sure about
our rapist is that he's Group O.

As are 40% of the male population.

Now, Jack,...

..my final point.

The Chief Constable holds you
in very high regard, as you know.

But, unfortunately,...
He's taking me off the case!

Yes.

He's bringing in the heavies from
County. It's out of my hands.

When? They should be with us
by the end of the week.

This isn't a reflection...
No, no, of course (!)

He feels he must pour in resources
before it becomes a major scandal.

So, there's really no reason

why you shouldn't attend
the George Cross reunion.

Where's the Governor?

He's gone home.

Well, does he have to do this?

What?

Go off in a sulk.

You know, he should be greatful that
county are taking over.

I will be.

It's not our problem anymore, is it?

Read that.

Go on, read it.

It's a letter from Judy Guest.

It's a letter of thanks, to
Inspector Frost.

Oh yeah? Mmm.

He spent a fortnight badgering the
council 'til they re-housed them.

To get her away from where it
happened.

What do you do with your evenings,
other than pee them up the wall,
hmm?

I'm impressed. Mmm.

But it's not my fault he's a lonely
old git, with nothing better to do.

(DOOR CLOSES)

George. Local rag.

Sally just dropped it in for Jack.

No photos, though. 'Cept for Mullett

Did he find it, by the way?
What?

His George Cross?

He's lost it?

Must've gone into the bin
along with his crime returns!

Hello.

Hello, Shirley. It's Jack.

Erm... This may sound like a funny
question, but do you know anyone
who does any housework?

Just a couple of hours a week.
Two hours?

If you'd like to have a look round
on your own... For dirty corners.

Yeah. Right. I'll do that.

She won't turn me down, will she?
She's very picky.

I've been thinking.
I owe you a dinner. Sorry?

We never did make it to...

Lorenzo's?
Did we?

Yeah. That'd be nice.

Would it? Oh, good.

Or you could come round to my place,
this evening. If you'd prefer.
For a meal.

That way, when you're called away
after the first drink,

I can switch
on the TV without getting a taxi.

Right... (!)

Yeah, we'll look in all the usual
places. Oh... you have.

Well, we'll keep our eyes open.
We know his face quite well.

No doubt he'll soon come to notice.

Yeah... Bye, now.

Sarge, Waddon Place Children's Home.

Our favourite teenager's AWOL again.

Stephen 'I know my rights' Galloway?

Yeah. Missing since last night.

As long as that. Oh, dear (!)

Staff tried retrieving him. No sign.

Maybe he's been hit by a bus (!)

So, anyway, I'd brought it home.

Mary's sister from America
had wanted to see it.

It'd been lying there ever since.

I thought I'd lost it.
I was in quite a sweat.

Not because of Mr Mullett's PR. No.

But because, well,

I feel a bit of a fraud for having
been given it in the first place.

I felt... guilty. You know?

As if, by not taking proper care
of it,

I was insulting all those
people who HAVE earned it.

People who'd faced death cos
it's their job.

Not like me just a copper.

You're very hard on yourself.

Anyway, that's the excuse I give
myself for not going to the reunion.

That I'm 'not worthy'
to rub shoulders with heroes.

But to be really honest, it's
because I don't want to go on my
own.

I'm not a social person.

It's a family occasion, really.
I haven't even got a geriatric aunt.

I suppose there's always Mary's
sister in America, but I wouldn't
take her.

I wouldn't mind.

What?

Being your geriatric aunt.

If that's all
that's stopping you going.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I think you should go.

You should make the effort.

You won the George Cross, Jack.
Whatever you say.

You should start living up to it,
not keep trying to live it down.

And you'd... come to London with me.

As your geriatric aunt. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, of course. No problem.

Good!

Right, I'll see if I can swing it.

Right, shall I dish up the lasagna?
Mmm.

Or is the phone going to ring?

Not for me it's not.

Morning, Jack.
Morning.

Hazel's given us a description of
a guy seen with your missing girl.

I think we've got a match.
You won't like it.

Stephen Galloway. 15.

Absconded from
Waddon Place Home two nights ago
for the umpteenth time.

Not now...!

Criminal damage, shoplifting
and car theft are his hobbies.

Uniform pick him up,
magistrate gives him a lecture,
the home his dinner. And so on.

But no suggestion of foul play?

So, she wasn't abducted from
her home.

And no sign of Galloway
abducting her from the disco?

Not yet. No.

Teen runaways. Not a CID matter.

Wait till Uniform get a new
sighting Leave this. Leave the
rapes.

What do you want me to do?

You do still have
till the end of the week.

You could prepare yourself
for a gracious hand-over.

(POLICE RADIO)
'All units from Control.'

Red BMW, index
Charlie 594 Echo Yankee Foxtrot.

Taken from the Raven Road car park
between 9am and 10am.

'Advise any sightings.'

That'll be Galloway!
Always red ones. Match his acne!

'72, from Control.'

Yeah. Receiving.

Neighbour concerned about occupant
92 Talbot Road.

Oh, Guv.
Arthur thought you'd want to know.
Clare Bamtema tried to top herself.

You go now. I'll follow on.
Mummy!

Come on, kids!

Don't want to! It's all right. It's
OK. Cheers, Eileen.

Look, don't come here blaming me!
Don't!

I'm not, Terry. I heard.

I just called to see if there was
anything... You could do? Yeah!

Catch the bastard!
And bring him to me
that's what you can do!

Look, I'm sorry.

This has been coming for months.

She just can't handle it.

Even now...

You know, I try.

I talk to her. I tell her.

Over and over again... "You're not
dirty. You're not dirty."

"It doesn't matter.
Nothing's changed."

Everything's changed.

And do you know why?

Because deep down she thinks
she should've stopped him.

A knife at her throat, and she
thinks that. She thinks I think so,
too! Crazy...!

I couldn't keep my fingers crossed
in that situation, much less my
legs.

She's right though, y'know.

Cos it won't go away.

It's up here.

It's in my head, too.

That evil little doubt. Every time
we get close to each other...

(SOBS)

Think I'll go round the twist
before she does.

I'll give you a lift to the
hospital.

Yes.

Must sort some food out for the
kids.

They're really suffering, y'know.
The kids.

This house... !

I mean, look at it.

Her dream home (!)

She hasn't done a stroke.

I see you're not doing all the work
yourself, though. What?

Mr Cook. The plumber.

Oh, yeah... Well, I'm no plumber.

Got him to give us an estimate
a few months back.

It's all in limbo now.

I hope he wasn't counting on the
work.

Promotion?

Civvies.
You used to drive a panda, right?

Sideways move. Just temporary.

You done me for no lights.

Spot fine.

Bath Road. About three months ago.

Very strict, you were.

Sorry.

No problem.

I enjoyed it.

These entries... ?

Contractors' movements. Dates.
Times in and out.

Why?

New line. Possible witness.
Can I borrow this? Sure.

Hello. Is that Tammy Saunders?

Hi, this is Det Sgt Toolan.
Denton Police.

I don't know if you remember me...

Oh, good.

Yeah.

How are you?

Ah...

Yeah, well, it is early days yet.

Tammy, look,
I'm sorry to trouble you,...

..but have you had any work done
on your house in the last year or
so?

Well, plumbing, that sort of thing.

I see.

And was this before the attack or...

Right.

Nothing to get upset about, Tara.

It's just that
anyone who's worked in the flats,...

..or is familiar with them,
might have some information.

Little things no-one's thought of.

I had the whole place done soon
after I moved in. You know that.

Plumbing, central heating,
electrics.

I had to move out again,
while the heating was being done.

All the floors up, no hot water.

Who did the work?

Cook? The missing girl's father?

Purely circumstantial, so far.

You're just grasping at straws!

He's been at Clare Bamtema's, Tara
Holdsworth's, and Tammy Saunders'

all at some point before the
attacks.

He knows layout, weaknesses,
where to hide.

He could've copied the keys
and faked the break-ins.

And he was doing nightwork
at Staunton Tower at the time
of all but one rape.

Sounds like a good alibi, to me.

Given the dozy security guards
there, it's no alibi at all!

He could have been in and out of
there all night. No one'd know.

But when Emma's car was broken into
he was phoning us about his
daughter.

And Kelly Power? The same night?

Cook's worried sick about his
daughter so he rapes someone else's?

Unloading his tension over Alison?

For God's sake!

There are sick people out there!
You know that!

I also know how much you care about
this. Support for the victims.

Then why are you letting Mullett
hoick me off it?!

Because at the end of the day
you're just a detective inspector,
not King of Denton!

What did he say? What do you think?
We'll talk to Cook anyway.

Guv... The red BMW.

I think it's Galloway!

'Red BMW
index Charlie 594 Echo Yankee
Foxtrot. Sighted in Blundell Road.'

Heading west. Two on board.
One believed to be Stephen Galloway.

Doing a right into... Star Street.

ALL POINTS BULLETIN ON CAR
OVER POLICE RADIO

72, are you hearing this?

'Yes, we're on
the far side of the ground.

ETA Star Street five minutes.'
'Right into Welton Avenue.'

'I think he might have clocked us.'
Stay with him, but no dodgems.

Jeees...! Come on!

Keep left!
Left round a roundabout!

'On ring road
heading east toward motorway.'

'OK. He's off. County'll track him.'

'He's doing a right into...
Cherry Lane.'

If you get frightened, just close
your eyes. Like I'm doing.

Damn!

We've lost him!

Guv! Back there!

Ruddy idiot!

You prat!

Look what yer done now!

You ought to go in the crusher along
with all the cars you write off!
Guv.

Looks like Alison Cook.

Come on out of it!

So...
you picked her up at Waggy's disco?

No. They picked us up.
They were looking for a good time.

Alison and her friend?

And after the disco?

Walked them home.
Got the Big E at the door.

Where was this?
Her mate's house. Kate, I think.

Thought we were well in there.
She said her parents were away.

I was off me face.
Didn't make an issue of it.

Who's we? Me and Trev.
Bloke I hang out with when I get
out.

And this morning?

Met 'em back of the high street.

We was in the motor.
Offered 'em a ride.

Then Trev and her got out.
So it was just me and Ali. Nice.

Till you smashed us up.

They think she's going to be OK.

You mean they'll try and rebuild
her.

Where's the boy?
He's at the station.

What'll happen to him?

He can't be banned.
He's too young to drive.

I won't keep you too long, Mr Cook.

That's all right.
I couldn't handle it, anyway.

God knows
how long that operation'll take.

Well, she's still alive,
and you've got her back.

One big happy family again (!)

Mr Cook, you might think I'm rather
callous mentioning this now,...

..but urgent enquiries continue
regarding the rapes.

Thing is
you might be able to help us.

I believe you're acquainted with
at least three of the women

who were attacked.
Acquainted?

Clare Bamtema. Tara Holdsworth.
Tammy Saunders.

You worked for each of them.
Holdsworth?

Pelham Court?

Oh, yeah... Right.

I was just wondering if you could
help fill in the background for me.

Remember something that we could
use. Like what?

Don't know.
That's why I wanted to talk to you.

The women got to know of you by way
of a leaflet through their door.

Got to do something
to drum up trade.

Target blocks of flats.
Houses with sold signs.

You get to know the places that
need improving -

people who might
want improvements.

You must have Denton sussed.

I've lived
and worked here a long time.

And these three women in particular
when you were going to and fro,

..did you ever see anyone
hanging about? Sitting in a car?

No.

Oh, sorry.

None of the women mentioned anything
that might've happened to them?

They made me cups of tea. That was
it.

I'm not a chatty person.
I finish the job. Out.

You don't mind working for women?

It doesn't bother you, being
alone in the house with them?

It must happen quite a lot.

D'you ever get propositioned?

Y'know, like the proverbial milkman?

In the house alone. It must happen.

I concentrate on my work.

I'm not interested.

What do you think of men who are?

Who take what's on offer?

What they think's on offer?

Even when they know
it isn't on offer?

You've actually got me in the frame,
haven't you?

That's really why you're here.
Cos I target customers.

Yeah?

Well, sorry, mate, but you're
about as wrong as you can get!

See, when I said I'm not interested,
I meant I'm not interested.

Come on, you're the detective!

Why do you think
our marriage is down the tubes?

Why do you think Pauline
needs her bit on the side? Eh?

Need a letter from the hospital?

I'm impotent.

Well, you can forget Cook.

He's got an alibi?

Kind of. Yes!

Lab report
on Kelly Power's clothing.

Well?!

They found black woollen fibres,
plus dog hairs. Golden.

SOCOs also found a few dog hairs of
similar colour in Emma Fox's car.

Yet Forensic on the previous rapes,
didn't mention dog hairs. No.

My last day on the case
and I'm going backwards!

Lack of forensic doesn't mean
it wasn't the same man.

Or that he's not a dog owner.

Just the same guy in clean trousers.

Or he could've had a chance meeting
with a labrador on a No.49 bus!

Where does Emma Fox live?

Nuffield Avenue.

Here.

Talbot Road.

Tollies Lane. Castle Gardens.

Pelham Court.

What have they all got in common?
On the map.

Open space.

They're all next to
patches of open space.

What do people do on an open space?

Apart from the obvious, I mean.

They walk their dogs!

If you wanted to
watch a block of flats.
Stand about. Follow someone even.

What's the best way to do it?
With a dog.

No-one would suss you.

You could even lurk about in woods
if you had a dog's lead in your hand

No one'd take a blind bit of notice.

Even better if it's a family dog,
like a retriever, or a labrador.

Oh, I dunno. Maybe I'm
just clutching at dog hairs (!)

Two train tickets.

London. George Cross.
Paddington, actually.

Oh, DCI's gone to County
for a rape briefing.

Wants all the papers
left in here.

Yes, all right, thank you.

What are you doing tonight?

Guv?

No, no, forget it.

Shouldn't even be asking.

Thought you weren't going
till tomorrow. London.

No, no, no. Not that.

If we follow the pattern, our man
is running out of patches of grass.

Unless he repeats himself.

But there's still plenty of scope
in Denton Woods.

He's been lucky there once. And two
attacks usually take place in quick
succession. He might try it again.

But this time further round.

Between Tollies Lane
and Eastdean Avenue.

You want me to be a decoy.

Is the Super in his cage? No, sir.
Lunch at the Chamber of Commerce.

That means straight home afterwards.
Slumped in a taxi (!)

Can I help, sir?
No, thank you.

Do what?!

A decoy operation.
With Hazel as bait.

For just one night?!
I've only got one night!

Does Mullett know about this?
I've just come from his office.

How many bodies do you want?
A dozen.

You can have two!
Eight!

Four!
Done!

Ready, Gov?

Just about. Come on in.

(TV ON IN BACKGROUND)

You haven't changed your mind then?

Nope.

Good.

Oh, do you want a cup of coffee?

No, no time. Briefing 10 O'clock,
you said. Oh yeah, that's right.

Listen, er...

Hazel, I do appriciate what you're
doing.

I mean, I know it's risky.

But if he does bite...

Yeah, well if he does bite and it all
goes pear-shaped,

I could lose my job and you-

I have done the self-defence course.

It's our last chance. I understand
that.

Yeah, well when you see what he's
left behind...

Those women. I know they're alive but
they're all physiatric cases,

they'll never be the same again.
Never!

All because of one man, because he
felt like it.

What have you lost? My cigarettes.

You've given it up?

Yes, course I have.

Come on, let's go.

Wallace to Base. Wallace to Base.

I'm leaving now.

What's the time?

10:36.

Do you know what I wish?

That you'd actually got Mullett's
approval for this? No... !

I wish I'd never given up smoking.

'Base from Wallace.'

Yes, Wallace. Receiving.

(Two hundred yards in. Nothing yet.)

(Hold on. One IC male, with dog.)

Have you got the time, love?

Twenty-five to eleven.

Cheers.

(Base from Wallace.)

Receiving.

'OK, I think.'

(Wrong dog, anyway.)

What's she want?
A label round its neck saying
'My owner's a rapist'?

(Base from Wallace.
About 600 yards in.)

Aaaargh!

Hazel!

Wallace from Base. Over.

All units from Base.
Main path, 600 yards. Go!

I'm sorry, sir. I'm OK.
I saw him. He was there.

Which way?

That way. Go on, go for it!

He went when I screamed.
I couldn't speak. I'm sorry.

Did you see his face?

No. Just his eyes. He was wearing a
black scarf and hat.

Damn!

All units from Base.
Knock it on the head.

There's nowhere near enough of us.

I'm really, really sorry, sir.

No, it's not your fault.

When you land a 1000 to one shot,
you're entitled to a payout.

I could've caught him.
You could've been killed.

I'm lucky I ended up with a blow-out
and not a funeral.

Oh, well... roll on tomorrow,
for everyone's sake.

Go on. Why don't you nip off home?

What about you?

No. Me, I'm wide awake.

I think I'll just stay here and annoy
night duty for a while.

I'll see you when you get back.
What?

London. The George Cross thing.

Oh, yes.

Thank you for reminding me (!)

Birch Road. Burglary. Suspect on.

'Received. ETA Birch Road 3 minutes.
Do you have a house number ?'

Yeah. Reported by Mrs Collins,
Number 6.

'Received.'

Can't win 'em all, Jack.

Why not?

Thank goodness. A man came over
the wall from the woods.

Into next door's back garden. All
right, love.

Bloke next door. Take the front?

Can I use your back door, love?

The house is empty.
Mr Perryman works nights.

What the hell's going on?!
Who are you?

What do you mean? I live here!

Oh. Mr Perryman.

Is this yours, sir?

Only it's been used
to force that door.

Still got wood and paint on it.

So? It's mine.

Forgot me front door key.

What a stroke of luck, then.
Having this in your pocket (!)

It ain't a crime
to break into your own house.

Would you mind telling us where
you've been all evening, sir?

Shouldn't you be at work?

Hello. You still here?
Yes, sir.

Uniform have nicked Perryman.
Burglary. Shall I stay and...

No, no, no. You've done your bit.

Night.

Jack. Perryman's got form.

Course he has. He's a security
guard.

Plus, burglary reported Eastdean
Avenue. Items missing match his
haul.

And...

That's it, Jack. Sorry. Nobody's
hurt.

Husband and wife out for the
evening, came home. It'd finally
been done.

Oh, alright. Cheers.

Where did you go tonight
besides Eastdean Avenue?

Nowhere.

Why were you in the woods, then?

I said I forgot me front door key.

Over the back wall's the only way
in. Live on your own, do you?

Yeah.

Haven't got a dog, by any chance?

A dog? No. The wife took it
with her. And the kids.

When was this?

Eight... nine months.

Get lonely, do you?

You're joking! I'm well out of it.

So!

How does it work?

The fiddle. You and Nick Daish.
Staunton Tower.

What fiddle?

Oh, I'm sorry. You're on official
leave tonight, are you?

Don't mind if I check that
with your employer, do you?

Don't make a lot of difference now,
does it? No.

So, there's just the two of you.
Work's a doddle.

So any time you want to take a night
off to supplement your income,

Nick
Daish clocks in for both of you.

If there's a burglary that night,
you've got a perfect alibi.
Or you did have.

No comment.

You see, Mr Perryman,
we have a very specific reason...

..for taking interest in every
burglar that we come across

cos there's one burglar in Denton
who also commits rape.

Yes. And all of the attacks
occur late evening.

Which unfortunately is
when you're out and about.

Me?
Why not?

You're joking!
I'm just a poxy house-breaker.

But what if the rapes happened
when you burgled?

But I wasn't! But we don't know
that! Your alibi's worthless.

Nick Daish would say you were
at work. Like tonight.

It's not just me! He's at it, too!
What? Burgling?

Best ask him.
I'm just saying I cover for him
if he wants a night off.

PHONE RINGS

CONTINUES TO RING

No answer.
Perhaps he's on his rounds.

I don't think they bother.

Get a car round there to make sure.
And run a check on him.

Thank you.

Sir?
Oh, yes?

The other night. Emma Fox
man in the car. Staunton Tower.

Did you talk to the security staff?
Yeah. Perryman.

Not him. The other one, Daish?
Did you see him?

No.

Well, I dunno, do I?
He should be there.

What about this for a possibility?

Sometimes you both go AWOL
on the same night.

If the one there alone after
clocking you both in

fancies popping out, who's to know?

Cos, if asked, Nick Daish would
swear you were with him all night.

And vice versa.

Because your alibi is his alibi,
and his yours.

Agreed? Agreed?!

Yeah, yeah...

Good.

Now, this Nick Daish,
tell me about him.

I just work with the bloke
I don't live with him!

12 hours a night, on your bums
you must talk?!

Yeah, we talk!

Does he own a dog?
What's all this about dogs?

Does he own a dog?!

Yeah.

Yeah... His wife brings it with her
when she picks him up.

Bit lollopy thing. Hairy.
A retriever.

Does he talk about women?

Does he ever talk about women?!
Course he does! We all do.

But that's all it is - talk.

Like that WPC that came round
the other night.

We talked about her.

WPC Wallis?

Yeah, well it's all fantasy, innit?

Hello, at last.

Funny, meeting you in the woods.

I was gonna pay you a visit soon,
anyway.

What's the matter?
Don't you like me being here?

Well, that's a pity.

Cos I'm gonna keep you company
a long time.

Now, stand still and shut your eyes.

Bitch!

DOORBELL

Hazel! Hazel, are you all right?

BANGING ON DOOR

Are you OK? You all right?

Bastard!

Are you all right? You're sure?!

Good.

Now, don't you worry.
I'll take your statement later.

Come on, it's all right.

(SOBS)

I'm not off me trolley, right?
Not mentally ill.

I don't want no-one thinking that.

I just like women.

They're what I think about.

Y'know, those women on the street
that walk past you...

They've no idea what's in your mind.

That's good, that feeling.

The power you have
over all those women.

No good if they're willing, is it?

Taking it from them. That's the
buzz.

Anyone you want informed
about your arrest?

The wife, I s'pose.

(DOG BARKS)

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

Sorry, they thought it was their
dad.

Oh. Oh yes.

He doesn't look like a rapist.
They never do, do they?

And he's confessed
to every single one?

We're in the process.

Had to stop to give him his meal (!)

Well, I suppose you'll want to see
this thing through.

Pity about London.

London?

SIREN

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