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- Sheep rustling? - Yeah.

- Sheep rustling? - Yeah.

As in "yee-haw"?

No, there were no cowboys involved.

No. Good point. That'd have been cattle rustling.

No, this is sheep rustling North Halifax style,

so there's just the one sheep, and three lads off their heads on acid.

Shit.

Mmm, yeah.

Ooh, look at that.

I managed to shoo 'em off, the dogs.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Yeah. Tea. Perfect. Thank you.

You didn't.

What? They'd mauled it, the dogs had. I had to.

There was no way it was going to survive,

and it was obviously in distress.

Can you really not find me a vet in the whole of Calderdale?

- So you did it? - Well, that was the plan.

Do you take milk and sugar?

Er, no. Yeah, milk. Thank you.

And yeah, go on, sugar. Two sugars.

One sugar. Thank you.

Oh, and it made this noise. It was like...

God knows. So then I had to do it again. 'Cause it was still alive. And then...

It seemed all right after that.

All right, as in dead?

I'm so thrilled you're finding this funny.

I don't know how you do it.

- Farmer wasn't laughing. - Well, they never do, do they?

According to you.

It's not the first time.

Lads come up off the estate, off their heads on God knows what

-and then they take one. - Really?

And what is it do you think they do with 'em when they've got 'em?

Sell 'em. Eat 'em.

- God knows how. - They're gimmers, they're not hogs.

They're for breeding, not eating.

Meat will be as tough as an old boot.

They wouldn't know that though, would they? They're stupid.

It was what happened next that was really comical.

Well, I say "comical".

I'd been back at the nick maybe an hour, an hour and a half,

and there's another call.

- Catherine! - Joyce!

I think we may have entered The Twilight Zone.

This is like some crazy weird shit, man.

There's no external injuries.

Happen they've been poisoned.

So, okay. 50, I didn't mean comical exactly.

I meant more ironic, the way it turned out.

Nicky Baxter, the vet from Bolton Brow,

he's managed to get up there sooner than he'd anticipated,

so he's given the sheep a fatal injection.

I thought I'd finished the poor little sod off, but God knows, I mustn't have.

So, the sheep's got pentobarbital seeping silently through its veins.

And guess what?

The dogs.

Whether they're the same ones who'd mauled it in the first place,

or a whole new pack,

they decide to have another go at it.

And there's enough chemicals in the sheep

by this point in the pantomime to knock out half of Huddersfield,

never mind a handful of feral mongrels over in Ovenden.

Oh, my God!

Anyway, I've had a tip-off, by then, about a couple of these lads

who'd nicked the sheep in the first place.

Have you got no humanity?

- Huh? - Are you talking to me?

We just wanted a bit of Sunday dinner.

It's Wednesday.

For his mum! She's starting chemo on Monday, you bitch.

Listen, shit-for-brains.

It was me that had to put that sheep out of its misery 'cause of you,

so don't talk to me about humanity.

Get off me!

I could've let 'em off with

a stern word and a community resolution,

thus helping Mr Cameron and Mrs May massage their crime figures,

but they'd scored very poorly in the attitude test.

And that

was when I smelt this...

Well, I was gonna say "smell",

but the word don't begin to do it justice.

It could've been anything, fish, poultry, you name it,

but whatever it was, it was well off.

Don't start playing on that PlayStation again, Ben!

Your tea's nearly ready.

It's my turn! It's not "again".

- Aw, is he crying? - Piss off.

John, can you tell him not to turn it on again?

And don't swear.

This won't open!

You heard what your mother said.

Oh, you're not raiding that cupboard, you, five minutes before your tea.

If he'd come off when he was

supposed to, I'd have had my turn by now

and I wouldn't have to swear!

And it's not just "what your mother says".

Your dad says it as well!

- This is just shit, living here. - What have I just said about swearing?

Dock his pocket money!

You're just annoying you. You don't even exist.

I don't know why you can't take turns!

We used to have a proper system, and when people stuck to it, it worked.

- We still have! - It never worked, Mum.

I don't even want any tea.

Mum, when I'm 16, can I get a tattoo?

No.

Well, a monkey then?

What're you doing here?

I've phoned you 16 times in the last five days.

- I've left messages, I've left... - You can't come here.

I thought you'd died. I thought you'd been in an accident.

You know, I don't like doing this, John.

I don't like coming here threatening to knock on your door,

but if you don't return calls or answer messages, what do you expect?

People will read things into things, you know.

- People aren't stupid. - Look, work's mad.

We're understaffed.

I'm doing 15 people's jobs. I don't even know what week it is.

But you can't be here.

I've not seen you for three weeks! Not properly.

And then nothing! jack shit for five days.

You're overreacting. You're reading too much into stuff.

- But people will. - Who are these people?

Me.

I should've rung, I should've texted. I'm sorry.

As long as you're okay.

As long as there's nothing up.

I'm fine. There's nothing. I'm just snowed under, that's all.

I'll ring you in the morning. All right?

First thing in the... Well, it'll probably be the afternoon.

I'm missing you, that's all.

I love you.

Yeah. I'll ring you.

Our Catherine had an exciting day at work.

- Did she? - Yeah, she, um,

found a dead body.

What?

She found a dead body.

Well, is that unusual for a copper?

Isn't it the sort of thing they do every day?

No, not really.

To actually find one.

I don't think she's ever actually found one before.

Except when our Becky died.

And even then, it was Richard that actually found her.

Who was it?

I think it was so badly decomposed they couldn't even tell what sex it was.

Have you thought any more about tomorrow?

- I think you're making a mistake. - We know what you think.

You're starting a new job, you want your mind on it.

This is the fella who didn't want me to join up.

I've been training for the last 12 weeks,

I just wanna get on with it.

Forget everything they taught you in training school

because none of it works in the real world.

Don't call me "Catherine" in front of the others. It's "Sarge", not "ma'am".

Inspector Taylor is "sir" until you get your feet under the table,

then you can have a crack at calling him boss.

If you find yourself on the wrong side of him, he likes sherbet lemons.

Oh, Sledge fancies himself a bit with the ladies,

but if he comes on a bit strong, try and let him down gently.

Oh, get well in with Joyce, she knows everybody and everything,

and she'll never see you fast.

If you don't understand something, ask me, ask her, ask anybody.

But if you get an answer you don't like, don't go asking 20 other people.

Trust your instincts.

In my book, there's two instincts, flight or fight.

And I know which one you've got

from the way you refused to leave that cellar without me 18 months since,

so have faith in yourself.

Have you got your smart book?

Or your not-so-smart book, as we fondly refer to it.

Good morning, you lucky people.

We've got a new PCSO assigned to us today. This is Ann Gallagher.

Some of you already know her.

I want you to go out of your way to make her feel welcome.

- Hi, love. - Hello.

Shaf, I'm pairing Ann up with you today.

- What about me? - I've got plans for you.

I'm not really here. I just wanted to say hello.

Joyce, we met before, at her house.

Now, if you need anything, I'm at the front desk.

- What plans? - Hey.

Pin your jodrells back, and you'll find out.

I'm loving you and leaving you.

Oh!

Oh, there's always one! Good afternoon, Mr Tekeli.

Sorry, Sarge. Baby's teething.

First up, you'll have noticed that there's nowhere to park this morning

'cause we've got HMET in the building...

Ooh!

...and that's due to this body that was found, that I found, yesterday.

So, your deployment possibly today, possibly tomorrow, possibly all week,

is likely to be disrupted 'cause chances are

we'll be asked to join OSU in the house-to-house.

I'm loving your enthusiasm.

So, today, CCTV is a priority.

Local authority cameras and any private security cameras in the immediate area.

I want house-to-house, concentrating first of all on any flats,

any houses, overlooking the garage where the body was discovered.

John!

Are you using divine inspiration over there

or are you gonna start taking notes?

- Sorry. - Right, we've got an ident on the DNA.

The victim is a Lynn Dewhurst.

45 years old. Address, 10 Bateman Street, King Cross.

Convictions for soliciting, shoplifting and benefit fraud.

Mike, can we get your team out to that address right now and get it secured?

Then I'll get a search team in there.

Lynn Dewhurst. You know who that is, don't you?

Oh, my God!

- Morning. - Sir.

- Morning. Morning. - Hi.

- Morning. - You're late.

- That body you found yesterday. - Yeah.

It's Tommy Lee Royce's mother.

No way.

Somebody from HMET will want to go through your first account with you

in a bit more detail at some point today.

So you should make it clear to them then that you knew her.

Yeah.

How long she been dead, do they know?

Last sighted five or six weeks since.

Time of death, at the moment, they can't be any more specific

than between three and five weeks ago.

They're getting a search team round to her house now, see what that throws up.

Okay, folks. I'm inside.

Inside of a dirty, stinking teapot, it feels like.

Look at this place, Lily!

Oh...

It's so dark and depressing. How do you manage?

Well, when we first moved in,

this was the first room we were going to do,

- but it's just not happened. - It hasn't happened.

Three years later, and we're still in the same situation,

with just more stuff.

You've heard it before. The smell of fresh coffee...

Tommy.

Don't stand up.

Anybody in?

No, sorry, that was a bad joke.

But before he went

he did do this rather nice bathroom, Lily.

- Yes, I'm delighted with this. - Yeah.

What are you watching?

Just crap

Is it all right if I, erm...

New cupboards, fantastic.

...sit down?

I liked it, now I loathe it.

Could I, uh, turn the sound down?

I like it, because I like this fireplace.

Something sort of Jane Austen about...

You're looking troubled.

Okay.

So...

Yesterday afternoon, the body of a woman was found in a refuse area

next to some flats in North Halifax.

She'd been strangled.

And she'd been sexually assaulted.

And what's it got to do with me?

Erm...

A DNA swab taken at the post-mortem has indicated that the dead woman

is your mum.

So some detectives are gonna come and speak to you.

You're lying. You're lying.

I'm sorry.

I wish I was.

Some detectives

are going to come and talk to you later in the day.

- And in the meantime... - Why?

To ask you some questions.

About her, I assume.

Her lifestyle,

people she spent her time with,

anybody she owed money to, anybody she didn't get on with.

Anything that might indicate who would do something like this to her.

Anything you can tell them that might help.

And in the meantime,

if you need to talk to someone,

that's what I'm here for, and you know where I am.

Are you all right?

You know, a phone call, it's just manners is all I'm saying.

Yeah, and you.

Clare?

It's me, Neil Ackroyd. We went to Sowerby Bridge together.

Neil!

How are you?

How are you?

I'm not so bad.

Well, except I asked after a job in here two weeks since,

and he's never got back to me.

Hopeless. He don't know which way's up.

He couldn't organise the proverbial piss-up.

- I'd look elsewhere. - Yeah, I have to now.

God, you know I'd have walked past and not known you.

- How are you keeping? - Oh, you know.

Do you live round here?

Yeah, I've got a little flat on Rawson Lane.

I've not been there long, just a few months.

'Cause didn't you live up Queensbury?

Yeah, I got divorced.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Yeah. Yeah. Still.

- What about you? Are you married? - No! No.

Uh, I've had a few entanglements,

but no. I live with me sister, Catherine.

Do you remember our Catherine?

- I remember your Catherine. - Two years above us.

I was always terrified of her.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I thought you worked for a building society.

Yeah, yeah, I did for years, but...

I had a bit of a difficult patch.

All to do with the divorce in one way or another.

- Blimey. - Yeah. Yeah. Still.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

It's smashing bumping into you. I've often thought about you.

- Have you? - Yeah!

Occasionally, wondered what you were up to.

We're on Hangingroyd Street, me and our Catherine. Number 29.

If ever you're at a loose end and you fancy a cup of tea...

I'm working while 4:00, but I could pop my head in then.

- Today? - Oh...

Obviously, not if you're busy.

No! No, that'd be lovely.

Right.

I best get back.

Okay, great. Thanks very much, bye. Cheers.

How long've you been doing the job then?

It's my first day. You've asked me that three times now.

Yeah, hi.

John?

Can I ring you back? Uh, I'm right in the middle of something.

I will ring you back, I just need a couple of minutes.

Right, well,

make sure you do.

I will, I will. Two minutes. All right?

Okay. Bye. We-

Bye.

Cup of tea?

Number one, 72- 75 guard.

just to be aware, Mr Shepherd is coming to your location.

So what have you learnt so far then?

Anything exciting?

I think he's having an affair.

- Probably. - His mind's not on the job.

CID, they're all tossers.

Why do we not like doing house-to-house, us woodentops?

Why did they all groan when she announced it?

Because.

When do they come and help us out with our workload, eh? They don't.

They think we're just here to support them, and we're not.

They sit on their fat arses all clay, bending paper clips.

It's true. Same rank as us, same pay as us.

We do all the work, they get all the glory.

Just remember who caught the Ripper.

Two uniforms.

And you're not a woodentop, by the way.

I'm a woodentop. You're a plastic police officer.

Oh.

Okay.

- Hello. - Hi. Sorry, it's me.

It's wall-to-wall honestly. I've not had two minutes to myself.

Okay.

So, um...

Look.

This isn't why I haven't rung.

I just think this isn't really what either of us thought it was going to be

when it started.

I knew something was up.

I don't wanna do this any more.

Vicky?

I kind of got that, I think.

Over the last few days, the penny's been dropping.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah, well,

so am I.

Are you okay?

Hmm.

- Okay, well... - I've still got some of your things.

- What things? - Bits, things that you've left.

I've got your warrant card.

That one you lost. I found it under the bed a few days ago.

- Do you want it back? - Yeah, yeah. Yeah, if... Yeah.

Right well, do you want to come round and fetch them?

What, to your flat?

Er, actually, perhaps it'd be better to meet on neutral ground.

In a pub somewhere.

- Yeah, yeah. - This evening.

I'll be up at Wills O'Nats at 7:00.

I don't know if I can do this evening,

it depends what time the boss lets us go.

If you're not there, I shan't wait.

I've thought about this long and hard, and I'm sorry,

but the upshot is I'm going to have to let you go.

I've given you the benefit of the doubt time and again, and now this.

I've just spent the last hour apologising.

It was them that started off being rude and swearing, not me!

You damaged their wall, you churned up their garden with a 7-tonne truck!

Do you expect them to come out and say "thank you"?

You know, just a bit of humility,

when you've done something like that,

is all that's required.

They're ordinary people, they're nice people.

They just wanted someone to say sorry. Are you even listening to me?

Right. Fine. Pop into accounts. Get your P45 off Janice.

Go on.

Go on.

How's Mrs Gallagher?

She's...

Did you recognise her?

At the scene, no.

The face was gone. It could've been a lad, for all I knew.

Soon as I realised what I was looking at,

I got out of there and secured it.

But you did know Lynn Dewhurst?

Yeah, I knew Lynn.

Yeah, she was Tommy Lee Royce's mother.

What contact did you had with her,

recently?

Okay. Well, I had had reason recently to warn her

to keep away from my grandson.

It's Becky, my daughter.

She's dead. She died, took her own life, but...

Tommy Lee Royce was...

He wasn't the father. He raped her, he raped my daughter.

He wasn't convicted for it, but that's what happened, so...

Anyway, Lynn found this out about 18 months ago

that Royce was Ryan's biological...

Erm...

And then four, five, six weeks ago down in Hebden,

Ryan came home saying that he'd met this woman, this drunk woman,

outside the shop, telling him that she was his grandmother.

She didn't do anything, but the point was

there's a court order

against Royce making any contact with Ryan whatsoever,

either directly or indirectly.

So, I knocked on at her address with the intention of warning her off,

but she wasn't in, or she wasn't opening the door.

So I left a couple of messages on her answer machine.

Messages which may have sounded threatening,

and which I assume you've got hold of.

Which is I assume why we're here.

What did you say in these messages?

Warned her to keep away from him.

I said if she didn't stay away from him, she'd regret it.

I said if she came anywhere near our Ryan again, there'd be consequences.

Which there would be. As I say, there's a court order.

And did you see Lynn again subsequently after you'd left these messages?

No.

- Which phone did you ring her on? - My landline at home.

It's blocked.

When exactly did you leave these messages?

When this happened.

Four, five, six weeks ago.

Can you be any more specific?

It was a Wednesday when she spoke to him, because he was late in.

He has football after school on a Wednesday,

so I knocked on her door the next day. I'd been to Bradford.

I'd been

to a child sexual exploitation seminar in Bradford,

and I was on my way back and I was passing, sol knocked.

There you go. Thursday, 14th of July.

And then I rang her not long after I got in, half past fivish.

And then again

about an hour later.

Can you remember why you left two messages?

To get the message across.

You could never be certain that the lift had gone to the top floor with Lynn.

Her brain was so addled with crap and...

I don't know. I suppose I was hoping she might pick up the phone a second time.

And you had no subsequent contact with her?

You've already asked me that, ma'am.

No, there was no subsequent contact.

Okay.

Look, Catherine.

You used to work in HMET, you know the procedure.

You left threatening messages on her answer machine,

and you found the body so...

We have to eliminate you, that's all.

At the minute, we're looking at a 2-week period

when the pathologist believes Lynn's death occurred.

And he won't commit himself to being any more specific,

given the condition her body was in, so...

What I need you to do is go away and look at your smart phone,

your diary, your pocket book, look at your work roster.

Check your calendar at home, and get back to us with as accurate an account,

a chronological account, of what you were doing

Saturday, the 23rd of July to Saturday, the 6th of August.

You're not a suspect.

Everyone was a suspect when I was in HMET.

Thanks for your time, Catherine.

One flat we went in, there was dog food on the floor.

On the carpet. No bowl.

They must fork the dog food straight out of the can onto the floor.

Yeah, and they're the responsible ones.

They're the ones that actually feed the pets.

99.9% of your time, that's the sort of people you'll be dealing with.

People who live in houses where you have to wipe your feet when you leave.

You better get used to it.

Oh, God, do you know what this detective I got paired up with said?

The one that had his mind

-on higher things. - Hmm.

Apparently, Lynn Dewhurst...

He hadn't just strangled her, whoever did it.

He'd raped her with a bottle, a broken bottle, like mutilated her.

Internally.

Why do you assume it's a man?

It's not as uncommon as you might imagine.

It doesn't leave any DNA, a bottle.

And you know rape isn't about sex, it's about power.

And it usually is a man, to be fair.

In case I've just put the wrong idea in your head.

There's some sick little bastards out there.

But you know that.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Owen's in the sixth form. He's over at Huddersfield New College.

He's doing reasonably well. He certainly seems engaged with it all anyway.

Now Samantha's in the middle of her GCSEs.

I think she's more interested in lads, between you and me.

But you know, we live in hope.

- How often do you see 'em? - Every other weekend, technically.

Oh, I suppose they get to that age

and they want to suit themselves, don't they?

I know I did.

Yeah. You were a rebel.

Uh... Well, sort of. I tried to be.

It was tricky. Me and our Catherine.

I don't know if you ever knew this, but

us Dad died when we were tiny, and then

us Mum died when I was 13, Catherine was 15, so...

It's always been Catherine I've turned to

if ever I've needed anything. She's always looked out for me.

We have our ups and our downs, but she's a rock.

If I've to tell you

one more time about taking that bike to bits on the pavement,

I'll do things with those spark plugs that'll bring tears to your eyes.

Is there anything I've said that you're struggling with? Good.

Heyo.

Catherine. Can you be a dear?

Do you remember Neil Ackroyd? We were at school together.

How are ya?

He's got that bike in bits again all over the pavement, next door but one.

We bumped into each other in Hebden.

We've not seen each other since the fifth form.

Oh, very good.

Is he... I've told him about not kicking his ball against Winnie's wall.

Ryan.

What have I said about not kicking your ball against Winnie's wall?

- I best get off. - Okay.

- Well, it's been lovely to see you. - Yeah.

If you could remember to put my name down

on that list for an allotment, I'd love that.

I will. Definitely, yeah.

And I'll get us tickets for Cinema Paradise. It's this Sunday,

- Just 'round the corner. - Yeah, that'd be great.

Catherine!

Neil's going.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Right, bye. Bye. - Yes.

What's up?

- Catherine? - I'm all right.

I'm just...

What?

What do you have to do?

I've got the Queen's Police Medal for Bravery.

I've been to Buckingham Palace and I've shook the woman's hand.

And now they're accusing me of strangling and bottling Lynn Dewhurst.

Who are? Bottling?

This DI Jodie Shackleton.

She's about 15.

She's David Shackleton's daughter.

- Who? - Chief Con.

So guess how she shinned her way up the greasy pole.

All right, hang on, what's that got to do with Lynn Dewhurst?

It was her,

that body I found.

And they're not accusing me, they're trying to eliminate me.

But you can see her thinking things with her little brain.

But why? Why you?

I found the body.

I left threatening messages on her answer machine.

- I had a motive. - Yeah, but you didn't, did you?

Did you?

Are you seriously asking me that, Clare?

Sorry. No, I was... No.

She's just doing her job.

Yeah, but bloody hell.

It's routine. It's procedure.

Bitch.

It's just not much fun being on the wrong end of it.

Lynn Dewhurst.

I know.

I once snogged him.

- Sorry? - Neil.

After a disco at school.

Down at the bus stop in Sowerby Bridge. I always liked him.

Shall we get a take-away tonight?

I thought I was going to be late.

No.

- Is that... - Only if you want it.

Oh.

I'm sorry, things...

I don't want you to think that I...

You know, when it started, I did mean all those things.

I just...

Well, you must feel the same.

It wasn't...

- It just hasn't... - Lived up to its early promise.

...become what I thought it would. Yeah, yeah if you like.

Well,

that's not how I feel, John.

For the record,

I'm... Well, I'm disappointed.

I thought you couldn't wait to get away from her.

I thought you were sick of her.

And all I've got to comfort myself with now is the idea that two years with me

and all it's done is make you realise she's just not that bad.

It... It's not just...

Yeah, it's complicated.

With the kids. You know, three kids.

It doesn't get any easier.

It just gets more and more...

We've had some good times.

Haven't we?

How do you know I'm not going to make life difficult for you?

- Are you? - Why shouldn't I?

Did you bring those things?

Hmm.

Thank you.

- We can still be friends. - Sure.

- Can't we? - Sure.

Hello, love.

Can I stop here for a bit?

Of course you can.

- What's happened? - She's chucked me out.

Lucy? Why?

When did this happen?

Last week.

I've been at my dad's, only Ros got sick of me, which was entirely mutual.

Then I've been in a bed and breakfast,

but that's just made me feel even more shit, so...

You'll have to sleep on the settee.

- That's fine. - Is it?

- How permanent? - She reckons she wants a divorce.

She won't talk to me. I keep knocking on the door.

Her dad's changed the locks!

That's my house!

- Then he's been on phone making threats. - Well, why?

- What's happened? - Nothing's happened!

She's just got stupid ideas in her head, that's all.

- About what? - Me.

Ever since Daisy was born, she's been off her flaming trolley.

But now she's just gone completely fruit loop.

What's up?

Daniel's going to be sleeping on the settee for a couple of nights.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Do you want another one?

No.

No.

No, I ought to be getting off home.

You all right, John?

I'm...

Probably coming down with flu.

- Okay. - Need help.

Okay?

- Okay? - Yeah.

Oh, God!

Maybe it's because I've not eaten anything all day, and then the beer.

Let's get you into your car.

- What's wrong with me? - Let's get you in the car.

- Am I having a stroke? - No, no, no.

I think... Let's just get you into your car.

Oh, God, I don't think...

Oh!

I don't think I can drive.

I can drive.

What's happening to me?

Where's your keys?

Oh!

Okay.

- Morning. Would you... - No, no, no. Please.

Following the meeting I had yesterday

with the Assistant Chief Con and the SIOs and the other two investigations,

it's been concluded that there is sufficient evidence at work,

more than sufficient evidence

to link this operation with Operation Sycamore and Operation Livingston.

The upshot therefore is that we are now looking at a serial offender.

What that means in practical terms is that we're merging this investigation

with the two teams looking at the two other murders,

and the investigation as a whole will now be upgraded to Cat A,

so that means... You need to be listening, not talking!

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to King's Cross.

Where this service terminates.

Please make sure you take all your personal items with you.

Thank you.

I can't believe they told you something like that

in such a matter-of-fact way.

How else are they gonna do it in here?

No, it's appalling.

I know she was what she was and everything.

But it's still your mother, isn't it?

Yeah, of course it is.

I've got this idea

in me head.

Oh, it's bugging me.

What?

That fucking bitch.

Cawood.

What about her?

They came in to talk to me yesterday afternoon, these police.

She's been dead five, six, seven weeks, Mum, they're not sure.

Cawood rang my mum up, making threats.

She told me, my mum did.

I spoke to her on the phone, she was crying.

She'd seen Ryan outside the shop down Hebden,

and she'd spoke to him. She said,

"rm your granny-n

That's all she said, "I'm your granny."

And then Cawood's ringing her up making threats.

- Yeah, I remember, you told me. - Yeah.

Yeah, well there you go. Then she turns up dead.

Strangled. Mashed up inside with broken glass.

You see, she's clever, this bitch.

She'd do something like that, so everyone'd go,

"Well, a woman'd never do something like that to another woman."

You see, I know how a bitch like that thinks.

I said to them, I said, "Are you even questioning her?"

What did they say?

"All lines of inquiry are being pursued." Bollocks!

They'll hide it, if it is her.

They will cover it up.

She's untouchable.

She's...

She's...

She's ruined my life.

And she's...

She's untouchable.

I love you.

I know you do.

It's okay.

Tommy.

It's okay.

You wanted to see me?

It's a serial killer. It's official.

- Oh, so I take it I'm off the hook. - Ah.

- You're joking. - The thing is...

Tell me you're joking.

They've got much more specific times of death on the other two operations.

So if you can alibi yourself for those times, you're laughing.

I'm really seriously not even thinking about laughing, Mike.

- It's routine. It's procedure. - It's wank. It's toss.

- Do you want the dates and times? - No.

Shall I email them to you?

Walking away isn't going to make it go away.

Catherine. Where you going?

I'm going to strangle a few more prostitutes

and stick some more broken bottles where the sun don't shine.

You know that's not funny. Even in fun, that's not funny.

Really? I thought it was hilarious.

Play the game, Catherine! just tick the boxes! It's all they need.

Has anyone thought to go out and talk to the girls on Stoney Royd Lane?

Warn them to watch out for each other?

Not to go with anybody they don't know, etc., etc.?

Yeah. No. Not yet, but we will do that, obviously.

- I'm going to email you those dates. - Yeah. Good luck with that, sir.

Catherine... Sarge. It's Joyce.

Joyce?

There's a lady down here, "Alison Garrs."

She says she's the one whose sheep you put out of its misery

day before yesterday.

She's coming.

Morning.

Look what they've done to Daryl.

This is them lads that you let off with a caution.

He went into the shop down Ovenden,

and they started pushing him around,

making sheep noises at him.

Ask Dave to come down and take a statement.

I want a crime on for a Section 39.

Come on through.

Come on, lad, we don't bite. I'm gonna nip this in the bud.

Come on.

Go on.

- Hello, ladies. - Hi.

Hi, Annette.

How's things?

How're you getting on at Lifeline?

- I don't like going. - She don't like going.

Okay, it's full of smackheads.

Yeah, is it?

They keep you waiting for hours and stuff.

And I said to this guy, "Look, love, you know, time is money."

It is, you know, to be fair.

- Are you hungry? - I'm always hungry, mate.

I'm like a dustbin.

She's like a dustbin.

- You looking after yourself, Leonie? - Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah, she's good, yeah. I keep an eye out for her.

Why do they always put sweet corn in tuna? Who invented that?

Just take it all between you, go on.

- You sure, lovie? - Yeah.

Do you like my new eyeliner, Mrs Cawood?

- Oh, yeah. - Isn't she pretty?

Where did you nick that from then, Leonie?

Boots. Boots'.

Okay.

Listen, you need to know we've got a bit of a weirdo doing the rounds.

He's killed three girls. Women.

One in Elland, one in Brighouse and another one two days ago up Ovenden.

There's going to be an announcement later this afternoon.

He's targeting vulnerable people like yourselves.

- Hmm. - All right?

And he's not just killing them, he's doing stuff to them.

I can't really tell you what, I'll leave that to your imagination,

but it's not much fun, so you need to be aware, all right?

You need to have eyes in your backside.

- Leonie, are you listening? - Yeah.

...uncomfortable or odd, yeah?

- Who's that? - Don't know.

And it's been going on for months, she reckons.

She thinks it were even going on before Daisy was born.

I'm not saying owt to him.

If he wants to talk to me, he'll talk to me.

I'm not starting interfering in other people's marriages.

Of course, whether it's true or not.

- Although why would she make it up? - I don't think she would.

She might've gotten the wrong end of the stick.

We'll have to tidy out the spare bedroom.

If he is stopping, he's not camping out in the sitting room

not for any length of time. It's not fair on Ryan.

- It's not fair on us. - I could move out.

You're not moving out.

It's more his home than mine, though, isn't it? Technically.

Don't say that.

- Dad. - Eh?

- Can I get a biscuit, Uncle Daniel? - Yeah, I suppose so.

Do you know where they are?

- Do you want one? - No, thanks.

Actually, I might have a beer while Auntie Clare's out.

Why can you not drink beer when Auntie Clare's in?

Well, you can.

But we don't do it because...

Why?

She don't like it.

Why?

Well, um.

Because she, um...

- She's a... - Is she an "alcoholink"?

Uh, well, yeah.

Yeah, she is. Was. Is.

What is an "alcoholink"?

I've got a reservation.

What's your name, please?

Drummond.

Frances Drummond.

Passed out?

Yeah.

Sitting at my desk, banging headache,

no meal break as usual, and I think... Yeah, I just

passed out.

Well then, you're working too hard.

- You've got to tell him! - That's gonna go down well, isn't it?

Just kicking off this major investigation.

Why did he keep you behind?

Because I'm the only one that knows this particular aspect of telecoms.

Which is

what one of the big leads was yesterday.

You should go and see a doctor.

Well, if it happens again, I will.

You do look pale.

I thought so when you came in.

I'm gonna make some coffee, do you want some?

Yeah, go on.

Hello.

Yeah sure, he's here. Who's calling?

It's Vicky, from Forensics.

Oh.

Hello?

I've just sent you a text, have you seen it?

No.

Please have a look.

Have you seen it?

What's this?

How've you...

What've you done, Vicky?

I spent the last two years thinking I had things to look forward to,

a future,

a life not on my own.

And now I find I've got nothing.

I downloaded all your contacts off your phone last night,

just after I took those photos.

Your wife,

your mum, your dad, your kids,

your sister, your brother,

your aunties, your cousins,

everyone you work with, your bosses, your colleagues,

everyone at the rugby club,

everyone at the Rotary,

the bloke you bought your car off,

your doctor, your dentist,

your little Amber's piano teacher,

people you've met at conferences who you've probably forgotten,

the list is endless.

- What do you want? - Money.

Only money.

How much?

£1,000

a month.

- Going forward. - I can't. I can't. I can't do that.

Cash, obviously.

I can't, Vicky. I can't.

Oh, I think you can. I think you might be foolish not to.

First payment's due, shall we say,

a week today?

Where should we meet?

Yeah, perhaps you'd like to think about that.

I do realise I'm playing with fire,

with you being a policeman and everything.

But perhaps you can take that as a measure of how upset,

how messed around, how pissed off I feel!

I also realise how easy it would be for you to tell someone at work,

but please understand that if you do,

it will literally take me a matter of seconds

to send these images to every single person in your address book.

John.

- No! - Yes!

- No way! - Eat shit and die.

Oy, oy!

- What'd your granny say? - That's what she says, I've heard her.