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Tell me about this new bloke of yours.

Why? Are you jealous?

Oh, and how did Betty let you down?

She didn't give me my alibi.

He wanted me to say we were at the panto.

Well, I never trusted him.

In the case of Mr Mowbray, there is no case to answer.

Mr Henderson, you are formally committed to Bristol Crown Court to stand trial.

I'm fine.

I'm totally fine.

Has it been photographed?

Yeah.

It's fresh from it.

She's obviously trying to clear it up.

It was very pith.

Do you want to see a coffee, Jack?

Coffee?

She was making coffee.

Instant coffee, sugar, coffee jars open. She took sugar, didn't she?

Yeah. Looks like the fridge.

Do you want me to bag this?

No, leave it for Prince.

Remember the last time you were in here?

I don't know, a couple of days ago, I... Wasn't there another photograph on the

fridge? I think there was.

Can you remember what it was of?

I'm not sure.

Garth, I think he's taken a photograph off the fridge.

If he hasn't, we'll find it. If he has, she might have the negative value of

someone.

All I can do for now, prelim show hammer and knife.

You've got all you want with her. We'll bag her up and do the PM at noon, all

right? Yeah.

See you all later.

We dropped her off around 10.

She came in, dropped her keys, crashed on the sofa, woke up spewing, went to

loo, spewed some more, went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee,

the taste out of her mouth.

The doorbell rang.

She probably thought it was us.

34.

The 35 incoming and outgoing answer machine tapes from lounge.

No sign of forced entry.

First hammer blow here.

Forensics reckon splatters on the ceiling from the hammer pulled back.

Then what?

Came in, drove her back, lamp smashed. No, the lamp was normally over there.

must have thrown it at him.

Maybe she got him.

Which forensics? Alf?

Yeah? Do a proper job on the lamp. Might have some of our visitor on it. Okay.

And second, have a blow over here.

Then he dragged her into the bedroom.

Good, then.

Bone off and bloody fingerprints.

They'd be hurt.

I'd try to get help.

It is Margaret.

We've got the full team.

Fingerprints, chemist, biologist, photographers, pathologist.

Fifty cadets stood by for first light. Nothing's going to be left to chance.

Friends, neighbours, traders, anyone and everyone.

Don't worry, Ronnie.

Inch by inch, every hair, every speck of dust will turn her flat and her life...

Stop talking about it and bloody get on with it, you clown!

You're finished, Eric.

Do you understand?

Finished!

Exhibit and photography, sir.

Forensics are going to be in there for a couple of days, yeah.

I thought you'd given up.

13 years ago.

When Stuart was born.

Good enough time as any to start again.

How are you doing?

Just tired.

Monty?

Mon?

Right, ladies and gents.

I want blood in 36 hours, max, and DNA in 72.

I want the labs called every six hours to make sure they're on schedule.

I want prints catalogued and full searches against local index base within

days. That includes all Jackson associates.

And I want nationwide searches complete in ten days.

Now, I don't want any excuses for anything.

I just want results.

Right, Lynn.

Sort out friends, family and the new boyfriend so we can exclude the prince.

Jack, are you up to the PM?

Yeah, of course.

And Lynn?

Leave here at half eleven.

He's still there?

Who? Stocks.

Was he here?

Either that or I'm seeing ghosts.

Didn't come and... Gloat?

No.

I don't think he's the gloating sort.

At least you can say that for him.

No, no.

There's no reason he'd want to talk to me.

Not until he delivers the final blow.

Do you remember what happened to Hugh Owen last year when he finished him off?

Stocksy couldn't even look him in the eye.

Cleaning up was down to me.

Who's that going to be down to this time, one? You?

Go off.

Owen went with two women on his conscience.

Prostitutes.

In here, gents.

It's just the roving room.

Linda, you don't need to come in.

Is this the woman you found at Flat 7, 22 Grand Point Lane?

Yes, sir.

That's the woman.

You don't need to stay if you don't want to.

You can go.

The body has been identified by P .C. Buckley, first uniformed officer at the

scene. We have...

A well -nourished white adult woman, approximately 5 feet 6 inches in height.

Rigor mortis complete.

Hypostasis faint.

Brownish discoloration of sclery of the eyes.

She has multiple stab wounds and one large ventral cut.

Three stab wounds on the right arm.

One appears to be a through -and -through wound, starting from the ulnar

the wrist.

It measures 3 .3 centimetres in length, being on the radial side, parallel to

the creases of the wrist.

The second stab wound is not edged, measuring 1 .4 centimetres.

Some of these arm wounds are clearly defensive.

Large laceration to right side of head.

Blunt instrument.

No evidence hammer was cause of death.

Right breast almost severed from torso.

Okay. Let's open the body.

Fifteen. Stab between third and fourth rib, going upwards immediately into

lobe of left lung.

Stabbing track through.

Eight to ten centimeters long. Sixteen. It follows a similar track. It goes

downwards. Appearance suggests a single -edged cutting weapon.

17.

Cut through the pericardium and left ventricle, responding in the

interventricular septum.

Liver shows no sign of injury.

Stab between third and fourth rib of a sponge.

Genital tract shows no sign of injury.

Jack.

Come here, darling.

Come on.

You're shivering.

It's just been a mad day.

You've drunk too much to drive. You're out of it, Jack.

I'll get a cab.

Why don't you stay?

I want you to stay.

For company.

I should never have gone to the

boat, Mort.

I didn't really think about her.

I thought about myself.

About how I'd never really loved her.

How I'd used her.

I feel so ashamed.

Senior officer from the M4 murder team goes writing a book on the inquiry.

That'd be you, Derek.

It's rather untimely and a serious breach of conduct and illegal.

Did I say yes?

You didn't say no, Derek.

Did money change hands?

Of course not.

On top of everything else...

Ronnie? Hmm?

Is that it?

It's all it.

Can I go?

Yes.

Don't you want to know how the investigation into Margaret's murder is

Have you got anything?

You get magazines, shorts and fingerprints.

We've done a list of things.

Lynn.

Do a diary.

Keep the little list there. Jim, answer your machine tapes when you get here.

Well, then get on with it. I need those numbers and I need them now.

Oh, Jack.

You've done initial work on the exhibits.

Is Chloe up to speed?

As good as, yeah. I want you and Trev back on the Jackson angle. Family and

associates. Did you get anywhere with the big bird? Very, very.

Nothing of it.

Have another look. Prints, alibis, get her excluded.

Spite, I want the book pulled.

Pulled.

Indefinitely postponed.

Derek, I appreciate you're upset, but... Upset?

We've invested a small fortune in this. The artwork's done for the covers, the

proofs. Yeah, well... Well, we need to run it on the back of all the interest.

Where's your cane, Spate?

One of my officers is lying on a slab in a mortuary and you're banging on about

us missing out on publicity.

If I choose to publish... Don't cross me, Spate.

Badass.

I mean, whatever happened before.

It hardly seems important now, does it?

No.

How are you feeling?

It's hard to say, really.

Do you like it?

I'm OK.

I was wondering if you wanted to come and have tea with us.

Yeah, I'd love that.

You can come now if you like.

The children are both there.

It's a back bowl.

I'm sorry, Fanny.

I'd love to, but... Yeah.

The counsellor said that I should try and put the kids to the back of my mind.

Focus on the two of us.

I think that's what I realised if it hadn't been for the kids we'd have split

years ago.

I just don't want to lose them.

You won't.

You'll always be their father.

I never had a dad.

I didn't know that.

Why would you?

But I think that's why I swore that I'd never leave them.

Didn't want them ending up like me.

Jack.

They've got two loving parents who don't get on.

It's not that unusual.

Jack? Oh, great.

Thanks. I'll see you later.

And the 22nd of May?

It was Dawn Panicelli.

I was working the night shift, 10 to 6. I'm on the roster.

Very good.

And what about the 23rd of December, 1999?

In Colfax, I was at a pantomime.

Betty, we asked you about that some time ago, do you remember?

Yes. Well, Robert Jackson said that you were his alibi, and you said that you

weren't at a panto then.

Yes.

You had a lump removed.

Yes.

Then I thought about it, and I decided I was at a panto that night.

You can't make things up for these dates.

You're meant to give us a definite account of your whereabouts with proof,

possible. Do you understand?

I know.

So, do you still say that you're in a panto?

Yes.

Fraser Hines in Cardiff? Yes.

And you can prove that? Yes.

How?

Well, Robert Jackson will say I was with him.

Are you trying to wind us up here?

You said you couldn't give him an alibi for that date, and now you're saying

he's your alibi?

How the hell can you not be his alibi and still say that he's yours?

Jack.

Jack. I'll handle it.

I thought I was here voluntarily.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Hello, Maggie. It's your mum.

Are you there, love?

Pick up the phone if you are.

I told her to come back tomorrow after she's had time to think.

Like you said, you can handle it.

She's not trying to take the piss, you know. She's just really, really thick.

Hey, babe, it's Doug. I'll call you later.

Brother.

Piss off, please, or I'll be stuck with Jim Bolter breathing over me all night.

Oh, would you really love me?

Well, it's just your breath after ten pints. I think you'll be all right.

What time was that?

Sixes? Yeah, the mobile number, 077009.

Maybe we should have another look at Jackson's old man.

Yeah, all of them, I guess.

Family, mates, associates.

We'll chase them all up.

It was... It was... It

hadn't been going on for very long.

We were really fantastically happy.

But now... You don't have to tell me.

No. I don't suppose I do.

That's it, then.

Now I pay.

What a mess.

I loved her, you know.

We were going to go to the house in France and forget all this shit and

be together.

Déjeuner sur l 'herbe.

I would have left Angela.

And frankly, Derek, bollocks to the lot of them!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you need a bit of time to think things through.

I'll be getting that.

Is your motor downstairs?

Yeah.

A la prochaine, madame et monsieur.

What does that mean?

Goodbye.

Oh, yes, Christmas 1999.

Vintage year, that was. Well, I mean, he is the best patent in the business.

I think that we opened on the, um...

28th of December.

Oh, yes, here we are. Yes.

The 28th of December to the 20th of February.

Well, that's it, then.

What is it?

Well, somebody said they came to see the show on the 23rd of December.

Well, that's possible.

But you just said... A previous half price from the 19th to the 23rd of

December.

You probably won't remember, but, well...

She said that someone was sick on her.

Chocolate eclairs.

Just, um... Come with me for a moment.

Miss him?

We've been at each other's throats for the best part of 15 years.

Of course I'll miss the old bastard.

Bit of envy and all.

Why's that?

Oh, cos he's free and I'm still... If you think this gets me out of the firing

line... Still got that court case coming up, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Criminal negligence.

No grades after you.

And now Ronnie Stocks.

Who would have thought it?

Him and her.

Still,

he'll keep his pension.

It's me.

It's out of the limb.

Health is the only option.

Heart? No.

Not heart.

Gallstone.

Better.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Who's playing bloody silly games?

It's only a birthday card.

Is it signed?

No.

It's not the first. The last one came, what, two months ago?

A couple of days after Alastair Wood.

It said seven. There have been two deaths since.

Now it's nine.

Nine for nine murders.

Where's the other card?

I binned it.

I thought it was from some joker on the team trying to wind me up.

Get it forensicated, Mont.

The works.

Sorry to keep you, gentlemen.

Now the 23rd of December, 1999.

The 23rd.

Mr O 'Hara laid for the half.

Mr. O 'Hara intoxicated.

Look, this is all very interesting.

There. Curtain held till 7 .38.

You've taken ill in the upper circle.

You know, I think I remember this. I'm sure we gave her some comps.

Ah, here we are.

Complimentary tickets to Miss Andrews and Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson?

The man who was with her.

Do you remember what he looked like?

Well, um, she was very large, and he was small.

That one.

Which one?

That one.

I believe that's her. How certain would you be?

85 %?

More.

No, um, that's her. I'm sure, I'm pretty sure.

Yeah. That's it.

I'd like you to look at some more photographs.

I've seen him.

Which one?

Him.

Is it him?

You tell me, Mr Jones.

Well, he looks familiar.

But then again, he looks like that bloke who killed all them women.

Is it him?

The murderer?

Mr Jackson?

My God.

It is him.

He was at my theatre, my God.

Do you believe that the man you're looking at, photograph number four, was

your theatre on the 23rd of December, 1999?

Yes. Yes, I do believe that.

He killed all those women.

That just puts James...

Would you have been aware if either of those two people had left the theatre

before the end of the pantomime?

They didn't.

They were given the complimentary tickets at the end of the show.

She, Miss Andrews, she complained, you see.

I've got the chitneys they both signed for the comps.

Definitely after the show.

Well, whatever happens, Gordon, I've got to keep the pension.

Yeah, what else?

If the worst comes to the worst, well, I reckon...

180. No, no, no, listen, I've got a daughter, yeah.

Just started at Liverpool University.

But listen, if I go early on medical grants, well, gallstones,

well, at least suspected gallstones.

Yeah, all right.

I'll phone you back, Gordon.

We have two witnesses and written evidence that

seem... No, do.

Prove that Robert Jackson was in Cardiff at the time Ann Colfax was murdered.

Absolute proof, I'd say.

The prosecution against Jackson was run on the basis that all the murders were

connected. This new evidence means the conviction is unsafe.

We're going to have to get in touch with the CPS.

Get it sorted soon as.

And it gets worse.

This witness, Betty Andrews, one of our officers, a woman, interviewed

her before the trial.

Now, we don't know what she said to that officer or why the information was

never entered into the system, but it never was.

Cover up.

Looks that way, so yes.

Actually, I'd say it's worse than that, Gough.

Someone on this inquiry deliberately withheld information that would have put

Jackson in the clear.

Find out who it was.

Check all the duty statements, line by line.

Don't discuss it with anyone.

For now, it's just between the three of us.

Gordon?

Yeah, it's Derek again.

Looks like the panic's over.

What are you doing?

Oh, just a few things to finish off.

Will you come back tonight?

You know I'd like you to.

Yeah, I just don't know how long this is going to take.

Oh, so I didn't park the audition then?

What?

Don't be silly, Lynn. It wasn't like that.

It wasn't like that, but you don't want to see me again.

No, that is not what I'm saying.

All right, Lynn.

See you in the morning.

Got him under the cosh, then?

Sort of, yeah.

We'll maybe see you for a drink then later, Jack.

Yeah, I'll try.

Great.

Oh, no.

30th of July. Call in. Elizabeth Andrews. Address, telephone number.

Information relating to suspect.

Visit the Grains Mews Bristol same evening, 7 .30pm.

Then it's marked different coloured ink. No further action.

Who is it?

It's Margaret Walkinshaw.

Hey, better late than never.

Hey, hey.

At least let me get through the door. I've missed you.

Are you pissed?

What does it matter? Just hold on a minute.

Oh.

Well, it was a different story when you were playing the little boy lost card.

Lynn. But okay.

Fine, just say what you want to say. Finish it all off. I'm a big girl.

I work all night.

And I am very tired.

Do you want a cup of coffee?

Yeah, why not?

Not because I don't want to be here.

Lynn, come here. Come on.

Come on.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Lynn.

We were going for the duty statement.

Margaret went to visit a witness that would have given Robert Jackman his...

But she never followed it up.

She either ignored it, or... she buried it on purpose.

Does Anderson know?

No. But he ruled it by nine o 'clock this morning.

It had to come out sooner or later.

But she's dead!

Don't worry, Jack.

Let's go to my office.

Monty's brought me up to speed.

I have to say, Jack, I sympathise.

I mean, we all know it's possible to form a special, personal friendship

within the job.

I mean, we're all devastated by Margaret's death.

The saddest aspect is that she formed a part.

Of her own death.

That is how they're going to read it, whether we like it or not.

She was negligent.

And sadly, it cost her.

Maybe if some of us had got our acts together a bit earlier, then... Well, if

all followed our instincts, I mean, it all might have turned out differently.

I never had Jackson down for all those killings. Neither did you, Monk, did

Ronnie Stocks on the other end. Oh, yeah, and me, of course, right?

You're one of our best officers, Jack. But that isn't going to stop you rubbing

my nose in it, is it?

What are you going on about?

You're going to spread the shit around so as little as possible sticks to you,

right?

Where are you coming from? I don't want an argument.

No, then what is this?

Yes, I was wrong about Jackson.

But so were you, Monty.

And so were you, sir.

I'm missing the point, aren't I?

This is about covering our arses.

Keeping our pensions safe.

I never heard that.

Deaf ear.

Oh, right.

And are we going to turn a deaf ear to what Margaret did?

Or are we going to rub her memory in the dirt as well?

Choice.

The CPS and the rest are going to go over all this with a fine -tooth comb.

They've got an ear in tomorrow.

Jackson will probably be out on the weekend.

And then the proverbial is really going to hit the air conditioning.

Hi, it's me.

No, not really.

Look, I was just wondering if the offer of something to eat was still standing?

Yeah, great.

Yeah, well, about half six.

Yeah, good.

Well, I'll see you then.

Bye.

Thought we'd done?

Hardly.

I heard Sal showed up at the section house.

Bit of a turn -up, innit?

Well, I wouldn't know, Jim, you tell me.

Got to be, innit?

I mean, something like this happens, Margaret, well, you either learn from it

you don't.

Grow, you know what I mean?

Listen, we're mates, right?

And this won't go no further.

But this thing with Lin, why don't you just bang it on the head, eh?

Yeah, well, that's easier said than done, isn't it?

I can't make you out, mate.

I can't.

If that was me, I'd just want to go home and pull the drawbridge up.

You know what I mean?

All right, then, stay put. Just get yourself better.

Yeah, if you want.

We're fabulous.

We don't want to tell them what this is about.

OK, thank you.

That was the lab, Scuff.

Got the result on your DNA.

Well?

Nothing. No spit in the stamp? Nothing?

Water.

Thanks, Jim.

Lynn Harris wants an appointment with a pair of us at close of play.

What's she after?

A search mate, didn't say.

Bad time?

No.

Not at all.

Welcome.

I'm Assistant Chief Constable David Ashdown. I'm assuming overall command of

this investigation.

I've been on two long -haul murder inquiries.

They take a terrible toll.

How great at all depends upon whether the investigation is a success or not.

If we fail, many of you will be tormented by it for the rest of your

will also probably be next to useless to the job.

The only true remedy is success.

Thank you.

Ladies, gents.

They want you back.

It's that simple.

And you?

What do you want?

I'm not sure if you want to hear what I think.

It might make saying what you've come to say more difficult.

I haven't come here to say anything, Sally.

But isn't it enough that when things are as bad as they can be like now that

this is where I want to be?

That never changed, has it?

What if I said I thought we should try again?

I don't know, Sally.

I don't know anything anymore.

What the hell do you think you're playing at?

Celebrating. Celebrating what, for Christ's sake?

I've resigned.

Have you got a death wish?

You left the front door wide open. By my job, by my Monty, by my Henderson.

You left the front door open. Why?

I knew you'd come.

What if I hadn't?

But you did.

The murder of Margaret Walkinshaw will be treated as a separate inquiry by

detectives who have not worked on the M4 killings.

Look,

you're not the only one that's hurting.

I am too, remember?

People have a right to know what's going on.

I'm here to ensure that my office will catch this man.

Is Jackson going to sue?

Do we have to watch all of them?

That's the job, mate. I was putting out the rubbish.

I found these.

You can't just throw them away, then. You're looking at the man who killed

Margaret Walkinshaw and Anka Morgan.