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Think we need to take a
bit of advice on this one.

It's powerful, isn't it?

Ripping open the fabric of time

to touch the skin of someone...
who lived and died under Roman rule.

Have you ever heard of
the Ketamine Killings?

1985-1986? Karl Bentley?

Three girls but there was a
fourth girl, Jodie Fisher.

Never found her body.

- That was Maynard's investigation?
- Yeah.

You can't seriously think
this is Jodie Fisher?

This body was found less
than ten miles from her house.

Me and Bill, we got back together.
Three years after Jodie.

He wasn't coping. I couldn't
bear to see him like that.

And I never told
him about me and you.

Who was that, Mam?

They've found a body, Stephen.

He's being very...distant.

We're going to adopt a baby,
or at least, I thought we were.

Francis Mynal.

He wasn't just any old
friend, he was my best friend.

Metal fillings.
So where does that put her?

She's definitely post 1950s.

So she was beaten
as well as stabbed?

And badly. Bentley was clinical,
polished. This is a botch job.

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Lost
Part 2

Home Office pathologist.

Thank you.

Maynard.

Yes, Balshaw.

Yeah. You need to
get down here ASAP.

- Thanks for coming.
- No problem.

Kelly Summers. 39 years old.

Worked at the cafe at
the end of the road.

I've spoken to the coroner. She
understands why I want you to do the PM.

Right thigh.

Injected.

I left my mobile
number on the counter.

- Make sure you get one from this side.
- Right.

- Is this alley lit?
- Badly.

Probably used it
cos it's a short cut

to bus stop on Jessop Street.

- Dr Dalton.
- Professor, now.

Professor, eh?

- Been a while.
- It certainly has.

The body on Bleakston Moor.
DI Hardwick's kept me informed.

Bit of a cock-up there.

We went on the best
information that we had.

Where is she now?

In London. My colleagues
are trying to identify her.

She's there. You're here. Seems
like nothing's where it should be.

I've asked Professor Dalton
to do the post mortem.

So I gather.

Can I have a word?

Something wrong with
our local pathologist?

No, not at all. The victim's been
stabbed in the stomach and genitals.

Bruising on the outer thigh. Looks
like she could have been injected.

There's definite parallels
with the Bentley killings.

Professor Dalton was in Sheffield.
I thought I'd use him.

- You're thinking copycat?
- Possibly.

After 25 years?

Bleakston girl's got you
looking for connections.

You're wasting your time. You go
and tell Professor Dalton to go home,

pull your head out the
'80s and do your job, eh?

Mind me asking how you
found out about this, Sir?

You don't normally
attend the scene.

I'm Assistant Chief Constable
of the Yorkshire Police.

There's nobody shites
I don't know about it.

- You've called his father?
- Of course I've called his bloody father.

But the bloody father is presumably
having a jolly around some crack dens.

- Crack?
- Crack. Smack. Booze.

I don't know. Haven't
seen him for 20 years.

- What about the mother?
- Ah, yes, we move to the mother.

The mother and Francis
had a monumental fallout.

Broke off all contact.
Niall hasn't seen

or heard from her for
nearly three years.

- Poor boy.
- A teenager, for goodness sake.

How will I entertain it?
What's it going to eat?

Want me to come back
with you tonight?

Why, Dr Alexander, you surprise me.

Hey, Nikki, there's someone
in reception to see you.

Hi.

Hello.

How are you today?

Embarrassed.

Ashamed.

Hoping for an early death.

- I'm taking the car.
- Right, well, what did she say?

Let's just say Maynard isn't the
only one who can strong-arm a coroner.

Sonia? Sonia?

- Are you freezing me out?
- Did you call Maynard this morning?

- Yeah.
- Why, Balsh?

Because he asked me to
keep him in touch with the

Bleakston investigation, so I did.

When this new lass turned
up with the syringe bruising,

I thought he should know.

Why? Is that a problem?

- Maynard's covering something.
- Bloody hell, Sonia. Listen.

Maynard might have a touch of
the Boris Karloffs about him,

but he's a good copper.

Likes locking up villains.
Likes to get a result.

We had a result back in '86.

He just wants to keep the trophy.

And I just want to find out who killed
Kelly Summers and the Bleakston girl.

If anything comes up,

I need to know that I'm
your first phone call.

Thanks, Harry, yeah.
See you in a few hours.

Dr Cunningham has agreed
to do the post mortem.

Maynard said Professor Dalton
couldn't do the post mortem,

but that's all he said.

If there's a link between
the two girls, I need to know.

How long before you get this date?

Lab's still working on it, why?

It may be more important. A girl's
just been killed in Sheffield.

- And the police think there's a connection?
- Enough to send her here. Yeah.

Whatever this girl's dates are,

it's not just about ruling her in
or out as a Bentley victim, is it?

I mean, we need to
find out who she is,

and why nobody missed her.

You tried fingerprints, I suppose?

We did think of that, yes. No joy.

OK, so we're not going to get
a great moment of revelation.

- Let's start with hair and bone.
- Isotope analysis?

Well, it will give us an
indication of her diet,

and an idea of the
kind of life she lived.

- Sure you don't mind doing this?
- Course not.

15 centimetres a year.

So, there you have it,
the last three years of her life.

There's some bruising to the neck.

But...

no marks to indicate manual
strangulation or ligature.

Could have been an arm tightly
clamped round the neck from behind.

There is significant
bruising concentrated

around a small puncture mark on
the right thigh of the deceased.

The injection could be
intra-muscular. It's quite traumatic.

Lots of bruising. Zak, can we
get some bloods sent off, please.

Full tox on drugs,
alcohol and medication.

No sign of bruising
on the inner thigh.

In fact, there's very little
bruising anywhere else,

which doesn't suggest
a sustained struggle.

So whatever he injected her
with, I think it probably worked.

Textbook Bentley.

Any luck with a date
on Bleakston girl?

Not yet. They know it's important.

We do have chemical analysis
back on the filling, though.

It contains high levels of copper.

They didn't use these types of
fillings until the mid 1960s.

No traumatic anogenital injuries.

Though, of course,
absence of injuries and semen

doesn't exclude sexual contact.
DNA on those, please, Zak.

Two of the girls had
bruising to their inner thighs

but no internal injuries.
All tested negative for semen.

In the confession,
he said he raped them.

That was his MO.

He may have wanted to, but
there's no evidence that he did.

So, we have an incised wound to the
genitalia and three to the lower abdomen.

Am I right in thinking
Bentley's victims bled out?

Yes.

There's very little blood smear.

No sign of any pink
changes to the wound edges.

I don't think these
injuries killed her.

In fact, I think they
were inflicted post-mortem.

That ties in with what we
found at the crime scene.

There was no blood spatter,
very little blood at all.

So what killed her?

Pulmonary oedema.

Have to put the heart
under the microscope.

Take a look.

Was Kelly a drug addict?

Don't think so.

She was a single
mum. Worked two jobs.

- Why?
- Contraction band necrosis.

It's microscopic damage
to the heart muscle fibres,

which we usually only see in
acute cocaine-related death.

- And that killed her?
- It was an accumulation of fluid on the lungs,

which suggests respiratory
failure, but yes,

probably caused by some form
of cardiovascular collapse.

Right, so she had a heart
attack, brought on by cocaine?

Looks that way. Have to wait
for tox report to be sure.

I wouldn't use cocaine if I
wanted to sedate somebody. No.

Excuse me.

I did text you.

"Gone to Sheffield.
Won't be home tonight."

I gathered that much from Harry,
which was hardly embarrassing at all.

- I'm sorry.
- So I call you.

- Goes straight through to voicemail.
- I know, I know.

I leave a message...

and another message.

- I was distracted.
- By what?

Because I know you, Leo, and
this is not how you behave.

- What is going on?
- Nothing's going on. Really.

I got dragged into an investigation
and it's difficult. I needed to focus.

I should've called
you to explain, but...

I'm sorry I didn't.

Come in.

Sorry to interrupt, but we just
got a date on the Bleakston girl.

Great, thanks.

Saved by the bell.

- No, it can wait.
- I'm sure it can't.

I'm sure it's really,
really important.

Just go, Leo.

Actually, we could
do with some help.

Please.

- Damn it, no.
- What?

Niall has gone.

- Gone where?
- I don't know.

I called him a couple of times
this morning and he didn't pick up.

So, I asked my neighbour
to check on him.

She just texted me to say he
has gone and his bag has gone.

Francis, I do not know what
the hell is going on, but

just call me, you selfish bastard!

He's probably at a friend's.

Really? As far as I can
tell, he doesn't have any.

She died between 1984 and 1987.

And that's certain?

Fits the Bentley time frame.

Yeah, but not the MO.

She was buried.

More to the point, Bentley
said that it wasn't him.

There's too many similarities.

So if we're thinking Kelly
Summers is a copycat victim,

what about the Bleakston girl?

What if she's a copycat victim, too?

What? The same man killed both?

Yeah.

Or there's no connection and
they are just two murdered lasses.

Kelly Summers gets
murdered in Sheffield

a week before we dig
up Bleakston girl.

Kelly is injected and stabbed.

Bleakston girl is
injected and stabbed.

You think that's a coincidence?

So Bentley had a copycat
back in 1980 whatever.

Kills this poor lass,

then takes a 25-year sabbatical
before picking up again?

Doesn't make sense.

Killers kill.

And they keep on
killing till we nick 'em.

That's not strictly true.
People move house, jobs.

They get into
relationships, have children.

Fundamental life changes can jolt a killer out
of the pattern that's been imprisoning them.

Then they just take it up again,
don't they? Like bloody golf.

It works the other way, too.

Shock events,

divorce, bereavement can jolt
a killer back into old patterns.

If you thought you'd
got away with murder,

someone finding the body
could be a shock event.

So Kelly Summers' death may

have been caused by us
finding Bleakston girl.

We need to crosscheck
Bleakston girl's details

with the Missing Persons Register.

We've got approximate age, height
and time frame for her disappearance.

If you don't like where I'm going with
this, you can ask to be reassigned.

It's not a question of liking it,
Sonia. It´s worries me, that's all.

Maynard.

Niall, what the hell have you
been doing? Where've you been?

Hey, just in time for supper.

I didn't think you'd
worry. Dad don't.

I think we've
established your father

isn't exactly the
paragon of parenting.

- Harry...
- Sorry... Sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

You just scared me, that's all.

I just went home.

Right.

- What did you do?
- Got some clothes.

Good. That's good.

No sign of your dad?

What is it, Niall? Come
on, you can tell us.

What if he doesn't
come back this time?

You haven't told Harry
about the adoption.

No.

Why not?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

What is it, Leo?
Where have you gone?

You're up and out before I wake.

Even when we do see each other,
you have nothing to say.

I can't live in silence.
You need to talk to me.

Do you want to leave me?

- No. God, no.
- Then what?

I've...

- I've had a lot on at work.
- Leo, please be honest!

Look, right now,

I don't care that you went away,

I don't care that you didn't call,
or that you didn't tell Harry.

What concerns me is the man I love

is clearly upset and
won't tell me why.

Leo, please,

what is going on?

For some time now, I've
found myself thinking more

and more about Theresa and Cassie.

Missing them, really.

You could've just told me.

- I didn't want to upset you.
- You wouldn't.

Going back to Sheffield has
been tougher than I expected.

They're such a huge part of my life

and I know I have
their photos on my desk,

stuff like that, but
it's such a tiny gesture

to something that's long gone.

I don't know how to
make them a part of now.

Talk about them. You used to.

When we first got together,
it was like they were part of us.

- It's morbid,
self-indulgent.- No.

Leo, just talk. I can help you.

You never knew them.

The life we led, where we lived,

the places we visited.

- You never knew.
- Then show me,

- take me to Sheffield.
- No.

I'm serious.

Take me to Sheffield.

Show me.

- Seen this?
- No.

Kelly Summers is on page five.

Guess who makes the cover.

Did you leak this, Sonia?

Of course not.

I'm not the only person
involved in this investigation.

With a story like this, the press
were always going to find out.

And I'll bet they're thrilled.

Karl Bentley's back
on the front page.

It's all going to start again.

Where's Jodie Fisher?
Why haven't you found her?

Just when we thought we'd
fought that battle and won,

back he comes like
a bad bloody penny!

It's possible Bleakston
isn't one of Bentley's.

And what if he didn't
kill Jodie Fisher?

I was sat opposite
him when he confessed.

Sarah, Angela, Paula, Jodie.

He wanted rid of all those names.
He wanted rid of all the shite.

He was cleansing himself
in front of me. I was there.

OK, but what if Kelly was killed by
the same man who killed Bleakston girl?

What if this man
killed Jodie as well,

and that's why Bentley
can't say where her body is?

Kelly Summers died, tragically,

but she is not connected.

You were on the right path, Sonia.

Don't go wandering off, eh?

It's me.

Thanks for coming.

Sally's made up the spare bed.

- Were you going out?
- Just the pub.

Didn't touch you, did he?

No.

Big turnout.

Don't balls it up.

Right, ladies and gents,
let's get started, shall we?

Yorkshire Police can confirm
that Kelly Summers was murdered

- Legenda não traduzida -

the night before last
in the city centre.

Kelly worked at the Red
Shift Cafe on Spelt Street.

The cafe closed at nine.

Kelly locked up at
approximately 9.30pm.

Kelly was attacked
shortly thereafter.

Investigations are ongoing,

but we are appealing
to members of the public

who may have been in the Red Shift
Cafe on the night in question,

anyone who saw her leaving,

or anyone who witnessed
anything suspicious at all,

to contact us on the
Crimestoppers number.

Thank you.

What about the girl you
found on Bleakston Moor?

As you know, just over a week ago,

a body was discovered
buried on Bleakston Moor.

We're in the process of trying
to establish her identity.

Have you ruled out the
possibility that it's Jodie Fisher?

Yes, we have.

Beyond all doubt?

Beyond all doubt.

You can't rule out the possibility

that it's another Bentley murder?

No. We can't.

This one?

Our room was at the
back, a view of the park.

Cassie's was that room there.

I left the curtains when I sold.
They must have changed them.

Thank you for coming.

Leo, if we're successful,
if they let us adopt,

we can bring the child here.

You can tell them what
you've just told me.

Cassie, Theresa... you
can keep them alive.

No.

No. No. Be honest.

That's what you said
to me at the house.

I know how much you want this baby.

Me?

Thought we wanted it.

I never did.

And I'm so sorry.

But I had a baby.

She was born in the
hospital round the corner

and she lived in this house...

... and she died
less than a mile away.

You're everything I
could possibly want.

Hair isotopes indicate
that six months before she died,

Bleakston girl's nutritional
intake fell off a cliff.

Something happened to her,
something that fundamentally

changed her nutritional
intake for the worse.

She moved to Scotland?

Maybe her circumstances changed.

Maybe that change
led to her murder?

Maybe she split up
with her boyfriend,

got depressed, went
on a sudden crash diet.

So what do you want me
to do? Give up on her?

Of course not.

So
we try the next thing and the next.

Whittling away layer after
layer, refining and narrowing,

until eventually we find her.

- We find out who she was.
- Have you seen her fingernails?

Go on.

On her left hand
the nails are clipped short.

On her right, they are kept longer.

She might have played guitar.

You may be right.

You see?

Whittling away.

Nikki!

- Swot.
- What is it?

Kelly Summers' toxicology.

Interesting twist.

Morning.

Fancy a cream horn, love?

Thanks for this.

I can never make these out.

Kelly Summers was
injected with Ketamine.

But it was street Ketamine,

cut with significant
amounts of cocaine.

That's normal, isn't it? Street
stuff's cut with all sorts of crap.

Bentley's victims were
injected with pure Ketamine.

All right, so we've got a copycat?

Not exactly. Why use street
drugs, why not the pure stuff?

If you're going to
copy, copy perfectly.

Angela Flock...

Sarah Masters...

Paula Wilson.

Maynard said Bentley was washing
himself clean when he confessed.

So why hold back on Jodie Fisher?

Why not just give up the body?

Because he's an evil bastard.

Or because he doesn't know
where the body was disposed of.

Right, so how'd you kill somebody
and not know where the body is?

If someone else got
rid of her for you.

What if Bentley
worked with someone?

Right, so Bentley's got an accomplice?

An accomplice, a partner. Whatever.

The point is it looks like
they're back in action.

We know Bentley was involved
in the first four murders.

He knew all the details. He
had the access to pure Ketamine,

he had the knowledge to dose.

Without him, his partner tries to
replicate, he uses street drugs.

We know Bleakston girl was injected,

but she fought back because
the Ketamine didn't work.

Maybe that was street Ketamine.

Maybe whoever killed her
messed up on that one, too.

Accomplice or not, when it comes to
the actual killings, they worked alone.

The man who killed
the girls in the 1980s

and the man who killed Kelly Summers,
they do have a very similar MO,

but I think they almost
certainly worked alone.

With all the victims there
was sexual interference, yes?

The underwear was ripped
or removed in every case.

Bruising to the thighs,
no internal injuries.

This is a sex crime. But
it's not about the woman.

It's about the man.

This man hates himself.

For him, the attack is a personal,
intimate expression of his self-hatred.

Anger turned outwards.

You should also consider the
possibility that he's impotent.

He's desperate to
assert his masculinity

through a sexual attack,
but he needs time.

So he injects his victim,
then tries to have sex with her.

He succeeds, he fails.

I think he fails quite a lot.

The stabbing to the abdomen,
the genitals...

He's frustrated,
he's lashing out...

Leaves them to bleed, doesn't even
have the courage to finish them off.
Doesn't need to.

Because this isn't
about the killing.

It's about the sex.

This...

This is one man.

So if we believe
that there's a link

between the 1980s murders
and Kelly Summers...

If we believe that these
were perpetrated by one man...

Logic dictates that Karl Bentley

could have been innocent
of all the murders.

Yeah, well, good luck with that.

Mr. Fisher?

Get the stuff out.

Mr Fisher? Hello, Mr Fisher?

Mr Fisher,
can we have a quick word?

- Ready?
- Yep.

OK, so now we have some dirty water.

And hopefully we have pollen.

How's that going to help?

Different plants produce their
pollen at different times of year.

If we can identify them,

might give us a clue as to
the time of year she died.

But not where?

Well, unless she had the foresight
to die amidst a rare plant collection.

Kew Gardens, maybe?

- Who?
- Russell Tunney.

Music teacher from a
village near Glossop.

The letter's dated November, 1986,

round the time of
Bentley's confession.

Only Tunney can't have
known Bentley confessed,

because he was sure the
police had the wrong man.

Said Bentley couldn't have
been motivated to rape women,

because he was gay.

- You are joking?
- Claimed he'd had a

three-year on-off romance
with Bentley, '79-'82.

- So how comes no-one knew about this?
- Someone buried it.

Right, we best go see Mr Tunney.

Mr Tunney died in 1991.

Assuming Bentley at least
provided the Ketamine...

What if that is all he did?

Come on!

Someone could have been
blackmailing him for it, for example.

Blackmailing him? For being queer?

In 1986?

It's not like he was living in Soho.

He was up here.
Working in a farming community.

All right, all right.

Bentley may have occasionally
sought out the company of men,

I'll go with you on that,
but the rest of it...

We have Kelly Summers and a
dead body from the mid-80s.

Both of them look
like Bentley killings.

Listen, Sonia, love,

I've been doing this job for a
long time right and you do get

the odd nutter putting himself in
the frame for summat he didn't do.

But Bentley,
he knew too much, far too much.

I'm not saying he wasn't involved.

Right, all right, then,
he had an accomplice, great.

But Bentley didn't
just confess, did he?

He's stuck to the same story,

day in, day out, for 25 years.

25 years.

OK, but let's just imagine
he wasn't working alone.

What would drive him to take all
the blame and to keep on taking it?

Everything I did,

I did for love.

What's all this?

I hope your dad hasn't
done anything daft.

- Mrs. Fisher? Carol Fisher?
- Yes?

I just want to grab a quick chat

about what has been going on
in the press recently.

It'll be the 25th anniversary soon.

How do you think the police
have handled the case?

I think they could've
done things better,

could have communicated better,

could have carried on looking.

You think Yorkshire
Police let you down?

I think they did, yes.

I think they got their conviction,
which is what they wanted.

And the fact that
my daughter's still missing...

That doesn't matter to them,
not really.

- Hello, Mr Fisher.
- Bill!

Dad!

Stop it!

Dad! Get off him!

Get off!

Did you see the footage?

If the son hadn't pulled him off
I reckon he would've killed him.

Who was the arresting officer?

I'll find out.

Custody Sarge is on about
keeping him in overnight...

Protect the wife.

He's got a history of
knocking her about, hasn't he?

Leo?

Yes, I know he's got a previous.

Bit of a wild lad
in his younger days,

- by all accounts.
- And a wife-beater.

What's that got to do with it?

Did you ever interview him
during the Bentley investigation?

- Of course I bloody interviewed him!
- In relation to the murders?

Why would I do that?

We had a confession, a
confession, I might add,

that included detailed descriptions of
how Bentley carried out those murders.

Details that were not, at that
time, in the public domain.

What if he confessed to
cover for someone else...

Someone he loved.

Russell Tunney's letter, Sir.

He was Bentley's lover.

You've seen this
before, haven't you, Sir?

Bentley gave you a
confession on a plate.

No trial, no scrutiny.

Anything that didn't fit,
swept right under the carpet.

I've made copies.

Goodnight, Sir.

- Thanks for thinking of me.
- It's Harry's idea.

He was worried if we stayed
in, we'd watch TV again.

No, I was just worried about my
colleague doing an all nighter.

Scared stiff.

Last night after you left
I was tricked into watching

a kind of strange horror,
slasher, gorefest thing.

Nearly wet himself.

I think I preferred it
when you never spoke.

Something smells good.

Beef in black bean sauce.

- Always reminds me of my Granddad.
- Really, why's that?

He always used to make it for
me when I went round there.

Which Granddad? Mynall?
You've met him, have you?

Of course I've met him.

He died long before you
came to live with your dad.

Died? He's not dead. But

But he does live in Dundee,
which is kind of the same thing.

He'd read the paper. He was angry.

Doesn't know how to channel it.

Was he often violent?

Well, you know that's
why I left him, back then.

I don't think he'd hit me now.

He won't get a chance.

Stephen got the worst of it,
if truth be known,

especially after Jodie disappeared.

I don't know how you deal with it.

The uncertainty.

In some ways, it's easier now.

For the first seven or eight
years after she disappeared,

it seemed like they'd
find a new lead every week.

So off you go in a new direction,

it's like a jolt of electricity.

The adrenalin would kick
in and you're flying...

And then...

It's not her.

So what, then?

So we wait.

How do you get the rhythm back?
The one that kept you sane.

How do you live?

Still Bill, that's what
they used to call him.

You know, like still waters?

Nothing going on on the
surface, but underneath,

it's all going on.

More anger than any
man should ever have.

And it all exploded...and...

he would've smashed that man's
brain out, there and then,

if Steve hadn't stopped him.

And do you know what? Prison...

I don't think he would have minded,
one little bit.

Excuse me.

Hello.

He's a good man.

Yes, he is.

Some couples look right together,

like they fit.

Me and Bill, we never
did, not even before.

But you and him...

You fit.

I'm sorry, but we have to leave.

I'll try and speak to DI
Hardwick later tonight,

see if she can pull some strings,
get Bill released first thing.

Appreciate it.

Look after your mother.

It was nice to meet you.

What's the matter?

Karl Bentley wants to see me.

Morning, Mr. Fisher.

Hello?

Wait there.

One night, you said!

- It's only been two or three.
- No, Francis, it has not been two or three...

five! It's been five! I've
been calling you constantly.

I lost my phone, which had your number in
it, and I thought you wouldn't mind if...

What do you mean I wouldn't mind?

Have you any idea
how worried I've been?

Harry, if it's such a big deal,

I'll just take my boy and
you won't see me again.

No.

Excuse me?

No.

Harry! Harry!

Harry, open this door! Harry!

I'm sorry, Niall. I
made him go away.

OK? Just until I've
had some time to think.

It's not his fault, you know.

You see, he does try, but...

he never really wanted me,

not really.

Can I stay here?

The girl found on Bleakston Moor...

I killed her.

- Why are you telling me this?
- I saw her in a nightclub,

can't remember which one.

Followed her home. Waited till
she turned off Prince's Street.

Raped her. Then I stabbed her
in the chest, and I stabbed her,

but she wasn't dead, so I hit
her over the head with a brick.

When can I go?

The custody sergeant is just
finishing up the paperwork.

I've always been curious -

how long had you
known Karl Bentley for?

I can corroborate the injuries, but
I don't think you inflicted them.

You see, I think you were telling
the truth the first time round.

You didn't kill Bleakston Girl,

but you knew about the brick,

the detail that wasn't
in the newspapers.

What did you do?

You clear up afterwards?

Dispose of the body?

Who are you protecting, Karl?

Did you consider him a friend?

What's this got to do
with my assault charge?

I'm sorry.

You're right.

Yeah, I did.

What kind of friend was he?

Don't know.

We'd have a laugh
when he came rou...

He made me laugh.

So you didn't socialise outside
of his visits to the farm?

- Didn't go to the pub or anything like that?
- No.

Did he have any relationships?

- Any girlfriends?
- Never talked about that kind of thing.

What did he talk about?

Farm.

Family.

Mentioned his mum a few times.

She died a year before...

... before...

I think it's Myrica Gale.

OK, so genus, Myrica.

That's like deciduous
shrubs and trees, right?

Gale?

Not a clue.

If it makes it any easier,

I know that you're gay.

I think that you're
claiming this murder to

protect somebody you care
about. A lover, maybe.

Is that what's got you through
all these years?

Love?

Do you think it's
possible that he was gay?

Course not.

You sound very certain.

You think I'd have
anything to do with a queer?

I put her in the boot of my car.

I drove her to Bleakston
Moor. I buried her.

I can take the police there.
I can show them the spot.

That may be true, but I still
don't think you killed her.

Why go to all the trouble of
burying her? The others were left.

I'm not talking about the others.

What about Jodie Fisher? Did
you bury her or was she left?

Or perhaps he didn't tell
you that. Perhaps you...

- There was nobody else!
- Well, prove it to me then!

It's easy enough, just tell me
where Jodie Fisher's body is.

I've been reviewing the
Bentley case, Mr. Fisher.

It's interesting that,
for the most part,

Bentley killed women in the city.

But Jodie

and the girl found on Bleakston,

they were a break in the pattern.

This Bleakston lass.

You know he killed her?

Both girls could've been murdered

within a couple of
miles of your farm.

- What you saying?
- Who are you protecting, Karl?

Because whoever he is,
he is still killing.

Kelly Summers, a mother of two
stabbed to death on a Sheffield street.

I think you'd claim
her, too, if you could.

You really think that
what you're doing is right?

Is that it? You think
you're being... honourable?

Finished now.

Tell the police I want to confess.

- You didn't kill her.
- Go now.

- They won't believe you.
- Yes, they will!

Our investigations show Bentley
might not have been working alone.

Maybe he was protecting someone...

someone he was having
a relationship with.

A boyfriend, perhaps?

No-one like that round our way.

Not now, not then.

You'd be surprised.

He might even be a married man.

I'd have known if
Bentley was queer.

It's different world back in
'86, weren't it, Mr. Fisher?

You'd understand why a rural vet

would want to keep
something like that hidden.

He raped and murdered women.

Hello, Nikki.

Bleakston Girl had grains of
Myrica Gale pollen in her nose.

Common name's Bog
Myrtle, it flowers in May.

The interesting thing
about is it only grows in...

- Acidic soil.
- Yep.

- Peat?
- Yep.

Let me have another
minute with him.

I owe you an apology.

I was wrong.

I know how you live with yourself
in here. I know how you survive.

To the outside world
you're a monster,

but the real Karl Bentley?

That's something
else, something secret.

And when you're all alone
in your cell in the dark,

I bet you pull that secret out
and cling onto it for dear life.

It's not Bleakston Girl.

It's not Jodie Fisher.

It's all of them,

isn't it?

That's your secret, that's what gets
you through. You never killed anyone.

Palynology is a limited
forensic tool,

but it gives a very accurate picture
of a dying person's last breath.

Amongst the last things
that Bleakston Girl

breathed was pollen from a plant
commonly known as Bog Myrtle,

grown in peat land.

You drove her out in your car,
you pulled her out of the car,

you started digging as she
lay dying on the ground,

breathing her last breaths.
Oh, yes, she was alive.

No, no.

I went to town to save her. She
wasn't breathing. She was dead.

I was sure she was dead.

People lead secret
lives, Mr. Fisher.

Not always what they seem.

Who did Karl spend time with?

You said you were friends,

- that he came over to the farm a lot.
- I've told you everything I know.

I'll let them know we're done.

Where were you on night
Kelly Summers was murdered?

I was with my son.

He hated what he was, but...

I loved him.

I was scared of losing him...
that's why I gave him the Ketamine...

but after the third
girl was killed,

that's when I knew.

Bill.

I know where he'll be.

Sonia.

Just rang the Fisher
house, spoke to the son.

The dad were lying.

They weren't together the night
that Kelly Summers were killed.

So why would he lie?

Chancing his arm, hoping
Stephen would cover.

Have we still got
him down in the cell?

- I released him half an hour ago.
- Oh, gee.

Came to me asking
for more. I said no.

Turned up again,
later that same night.

He was raging, angry, crying.

He said he'd done something stupid.

He didn't know
whether she was dead or not.

So, I went to help her.

Those poor girls.

Jodie...

You knew the family. Why?

Maybe I pushed things
too far, too soon.

I should've known better.
I was the older man, after all.

I felt responsible.

Guilt and love, Professor.

Jodie was suspicious of me and him.

She followed him
to my house after school...

saw us kissing.

Confronted Stephen
when he got back,

said she knew what he was.

Threatened to tell the parents.

- I know what you are.
- Bill!

I knew there was
something wrong with you.

- Bill, put the gun down.
- Go on, tell her.

Tell her about you and Bentley.

- What are you talking about?
- Admit it! You're a queer!

Admit it!

The police say Bentley's queer,

that he was seeing some fella,

some fella he spent
a lot of time with.

- That were you, weren't it?
- Don't be so daft. Stephen...

I've done bad things, Mam.

I've done really bad things.

Put the gun down, Bill, please.

I killed Jodie, Mam.

It was me.

She was going to tell you
that I was with him.

With Bentley.

I hit her. She fell.

She hit her head.

It was an accident, Mam.

I swear to God, it was an accident.

You've got to believe me. I loved
Jodie, loved her with all my heart.

- I never meant to...
- Don't talk to me!

Don't even look at me!

Where is she, Stephen?

Where's your sister?

She's here, Mam.

She's always been here.

My little girl.

She's here?

Here, you say?

Carol?

We've found Jodie.

Oh, Bill, come on.

What'll happen to her?

If no-one claims
her, she'll be buried.

Somebody will come.
Everybody's got somebody.

You're so lame...

Granddad!

- Thought you were coming later.
- Managed to get an earlier train.

Ah, come here! I'm not too
old for a hug, then, eh?

Rachel Prendergast.

I was in care with
her. Year older than me.

She left Rotherham
when she turned 16.

- What year?
- 1985-86?

- No family?
- No. Car accident.

Did you not stay in touch
after she moved away?

I meant to. She said she
was heading for Sheffield.

- Do you know where about?
- Probably sleeping rough, I supose.

Yeah, I read the appeal in the
Post and I just got this feeling.

Everything made sense.

She always said she'd
come and visit, you see.

And I waited and waited

and she never.

I always knew something
must have happened to stop her.

Can you remember if
she played the guitar?

Yeah. Yeah, she was good an' all.
How do you know that?

Here's to my glorious
bachelor existence.

You know, I completely
understand if you decide...

Leo...

Let's just go home.

In Loving Memory of
Theresa & Cassie Dalton
Beloved Wife and Daughter

A double suicide, a double murder,

blackmail, then a
murder, then a suicide?

There is going to Police review.

Yeah, I was told.

- You blamed me.
- No, I don't blame you and I didn't say it.

Found inside the Land
Rover by three of his men.

They were told there
was a cover up going on.

You really are quite
something, are you?

Hang on a second.

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