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You want to see an experience?
Get yourself kitted out.

Gill.

Sean.

Three kids found it, bunking
off school. Forty minutes since.

It?

This site belongs to
collinwood construction.

They ran out of cash six months ago.
And the place has been deserted since.

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning. All right, lads?

All right. Come on,
you. You are the sio.

What's your first
three thoughts?

Is this the scene of the
murder or just a dump site?

The fact that the bodies are
in the bin bags is a bit of a clue.

Was it dumped
from a car or on foot?

Look for access points. Did
he carry it here or drag it here?

If he has carried it here,

he's a big bloke or there's
more than one of him.

Never underestimate the weight
of a dead body, however slight.

Next...

Opportunities,
lines of sight, cctv,

houses, flats, trains, buses,
trams. Who saw something?

Hello. It's dci Murray, mit.

I want the duty pathologist
at Godfrey road, middleton.

Well, at the minute,
all I can tell you

is it's dead, it's human
and is wrapped in bin bags.

Do you know this morning when you
and Gill were waiting to go into the cps

and I went to get the coffees?

Don't I know you?

Bolton court, three years ago?

I was on jury and you
were giving evidence.

It was an armed robbery and
it was seriously well organised.

I mean, it went
on for two months

'cause there were about
a million people involved.

There were seven defendants,
seven lead barristers, seven juniors

and that's without the cps.

And they all got sent
down. All except one.

God! Do you
remember that barrister?

- Er... Nick savage.
- Yeah.

- He were a bit of a one.
- Oh, was he?

I had a fling with him.

- Woman: Next.
- Ah, yeah. Cappuccino, please.

So, do you work around here?

- Mccain's. Insurance.
- Yeah, that's, um, up on...

Peter street, yeah.

So, you had a fling with
him while the trial was on?

Yeah, and after. Whirlwind.
[Sighing] Oh, that voice!

He took her to his flat
definitely while the trial was on.

I got her to repeat it.

I mean, she didn't seem to
have a clue how bad that was.

They saw each other for a couple
of months after the trial finished,

then, guess what, she
found out he was married.

Still...

Who were you,
again? At the trial.

I remember you standing
in the witness box but...

Cid.

- And his client got off?
- Carl Norris.

No!

Oh, he was the big bullocks
behind the whole thing.

Everyone else got sent down
but they couldn't touch him.

Blonde, natural. I want
you to get a hold of all...

I could so get Nick with this.

Yeah. We could. He'd get sent
down, he'd never work again.

But before you do, you'd want
to think about it very carefully.

Do I? Why?

Then any cctv we
can get hold of...

If you blow the whistle on him,

he'll be so thoroughly investigated
he won't know what's hit him.

And the first thing that'll
emerge is that you pnc'd his car,

however many months ago, for
no legitimate reason whatsoever.

So, how will you explain
that one, Sherlock?

And that's before
he gets vindictive

and starts highlighting
other areas of your behaviour

which have fallen
slightly shy of professional.

Perjury, which he can't prove

but improper disclosure of
information. "Sweet dreams, pretty boy!"

To name but two. No.

I'm sorry, rach, he's got you by
the wire wool as far as shopping him

or nailing the delectable Carl
Norris to the post is concerned.

- Janet!
- Boss.

See if those kiddies'
parents are due any time soon

so we can get out of here.
We'll statement them tomorrow.

12:20, please, god, tell
me that tent's on its way.

Mr docherty. Good
afternoon. Dci Murray, mit.

I'm at the job on your division.
I'm just ringing you with an update.

I don't anticipate being able to move
the body much before this evening.

I'll let you know the
cause of death first thing,

unless you want me
ringing in the small hours

'cause I think
that's when it will be.

Answering machine: [Beeping]
You have two new messages.

Message one.

Woman: Hi, rach, it's only me.
Give us a ring. Nothing important.

Just if you are
around at the weekend,

thought we might take
the little 'uns to alton...

Answering machine: Message two.

Hello, Rachel.
It's... it's Nick... um...

I was... I was wondering if you
could ring me when you can. Um...

Yeah. If you would,
thanks. Bye-bye.

We are waiting for dental
records, but general appearance,

height, love heart tattoo
on the left shoulder,

we are confident our
victim is Lynn stott.

Forty six years old.

Address: 137
Bernard road, milnrow.

She was reported missing 15
days ago by her daughter Caitlin.

She worked as a packer for a mail
order warehouse in royton, aspinalls.

She lived on her own and
she was recently widowed.

The last known
phonecall was from Caitlin

three days before she
was reported missing,

seven twenty in the
evening, Friday evening.

Caitlin rang her work on Monday to
see if she turned up for work and when...

She had compression
marks on her ribs

indicating that she died from a
heavy amount of pressure on her chest.

So, she asphyxiated or,
according to the pathologist's report,

cause of death:
Vagal inhibition.

The time of death, the pathologist
is telling me, is two weeks ago

which I could have
told her myself.

Collinwood construction.

I want everybody that's ever worked
there traced, interviewed, eliminated.

I want all the druggies and shit-bags
who've ever set foot in the place...

We've got or we are getting
all the cctvs from the area...

I want a full picture
of her private life.

Husbands. Ex-husbands.

- [Mobile phone beeping]
- Girlfriends. Boyfriends.

Anyone she was involved with.
Anyone who had a thing about her.

Anyone who had an
argument with her...

I want her mobile and
any home computers...

What we are looking to do
initially is create a timeline.

Exactly where she disappeared
from, who last saw her alive,

when her body was
put into that building site.

- It's definitely Lynn stott.
- Lynn stott.

-Vagal inhibition? Veronica Hastings.
-Oh.

What? I'm just saying.
Blonde hair, 46 years old.

It's a nice idea, with just
the one screaming flaw.

- What?
- If Tom Walters' theory is right,

if his theory is right and all of
these murders are linked to Veronica,

we know that the offender doesn't
dump on the same doorstep twice.

Unless he's come home
to sunny Manchester

back to where it all started,
completing the circle.

You are wasted here, aren't you?

You should be in Quantico
with the behavioural analysis unit.

- Yeah, you said it, baby.
- Think horse, not zebra.

- You what?
- When in the jungle...

Shall we trot along the more
traditional lines of enquiry

before we waltz off down
the more exotic ones.

[Laughing]

If you like.

[Phone ringing]

Janet: Caitlin, did your mother
have a dispute with anyone?

[Sobbing]

I don't know anybody
she'd fallen out with

or argued with or anything.

And do you know
of any relationships

your mum may have
had since your dad died?

Anybody showing any unwanted
interest, anything that nature?

She'd have said.

Moving forward now
to that Friday evening

when you spoke to
her on the phone...

I know it's tough, Caitlin.

If you want a
break, just say so.

[Sobbing] I'm fine.

Janet: During that conversation,

according to what you told the
officer when you reported her missing,

she told you that she
was going swimming, yes?

And then she was gonna ring
after if she felt like going for a drink

'cause that's what
we'd normally do.

Except, for the last

four or five weeks, she's
not been that bothered.

So, I didn't think nowt
of it when she didn't ring.

And she goes to chadderton?

She likes that new, big
pool they've got, so...

- On her own?
- Yeah.

Yeah, and she must have gone.

'Cause when we let ourselves
in the house on the Sunday,

when I was starting
to get a bit bothered,

her bag were next to the washing
machine with all of her wet stuff in it.

And I thought that were odd
since 'cause she has this thing

about sticking it straight
in the washing machine

the second she gets in.

[Caitlin sobbing]

So, she gets home from the baths, on
her own or has she picked someone up?

Either way, before she puts
the costume in the machine,

somebody stopped her doing it.

In which case, the house
is probably the crime scene.

Tell me we have still got
the security on the address?

Of course, we have.

Can you get me the
csm here in 15 minutes?

And the exhibits officer?

Tell me about this
lad, the husband.

Ah, well, we just
picked up a vibe that

things weren't necessarily
as cosy as they looked.

Has he got an alibi?

I've got the action to tie him.

Ma'am, turns out Lynn's
been moonlighting.

She's been working for a
chatline based in the city centre.

Shagaholics anonymous.

There's a fellow
downstairs asking for you.

Rachel: What fellow?

Five foot four, ginger,
mid-forties, beard.

Smells of turpentine. Looks like
he's got part of one ear missing.

- Yeah, name?
- Sounded double Dutch to me.

[Sighing]

- Jesus.
- Rachel.

I've been... I've
been ringing you.

- I've been ignoring you.
- Can I talk to you?

Yeah. But not here.

Just one glass.

Damn, you know I like
to sink it by the vat-load.

- I can get a bottle, if that's what...
- What do you want?

You spoke to martine Cooper
yesterday in Manchester.

She rang me. I haven't
seen her, well, since then...

But she's aware that she may
have said something compromising.

So...

Compromising to who? Not
her. She works in insurance.

Well, no, to...
To me, obviously.

[Sighing]

Just in the
interests of clarity,

was I one in a long string of...

- No.
- Not like I give a monkey's, obviously.

- Obviously.
- [Sighing]

You don't expect me
to believe that, do you?

-[Stuttering] There were a few.
-How many?

- One or two.
- How many?

Six. But the point is that
you know and I know that

you can cause me a lot of
problems with this information.

And I know now that with you I
bit off more than I could ever chew

and i'm... look, I am aware
that you owe me nothing.

And that it's in your
power to destroy me.

And I'm asking you not to.

I rang your wife and
I apologised to her

and I said, "I didn't
know that he was married

"and I certainly didn't
know that he had children."

Rachel, I can't sleep, I can't think. I
need to know what your intentions are.

And we told this girl today that her
mother had turned up in bin bags.

And that she couldn't
see her, her own mother,

because rats, not that I mind them
'cause they're just doing the job,

have eaten her face.

You are right. I owe you nothing.
I owe you less than nothing.

If I don't shop you, it will only
be because I just can't be arsed.

I can live with
that, if you mean it.

Right, well, there you go, then.

[Inhaling sharply]

Can I trust you?

Who knows?

Look, I'm sorry that I hurt you.

I'm sorry that I evicted you from
the flat like that, when you were...

I'm made of stern stuff.

So, it takes more than
that to throw me off kilter.

Six of one, half a
dozen of the other.

- What is?
- You and me.

- Oh, you think?
- I should have appreciated you more.

I'm sorry that I
didn't. You're clever.

Did you think I was a knobhead?

No, I don't think I
ever thought that.

'Cause martine Cooper, she
strikes me as being pretty lightweight.

Well, you're certainly not her.

- Was she unhygienic as well?
- Rachel, I never said that.

Rachel, um...

This isn't a threat at all.

Please don't go away
and over think this,

because it really isn't.

- What?
- I accept what you said

and that you are not inclined
to blow the whistle on me,

which I am very grateful for.

I just wanted to say that if, at
any point, you change your mind

just remember, it isn't just me
for whom the shit will hit the fan.

It'll be Carl Norris, too.

And you don't want that man on
your back, Rachel. You really don't.

I know what he's capable of.

I am an officer with
Manchester mit police.

My gang's bigger
than Carl Norris's gang.

And if you think that I'm
frightened of that little bastard,

you've got another thing coming.

Good. Good. Well, I'm
glad that's how you feel.

I didn't want you to
be unaware. That's all.

[Car lock beeping]

You all right, boss?

Five weeks, zilch.

So, guess what? They're
bringing the review team in.

Headed by... guess who?

Janet: Her ex, Dave Murray.

He's acting head of the review team
'cause Mandy Saunders is on maternity.

Chief superintendent
Dave Murray?

Is he her ex?

Ah.

He once made a very vivid
proposition to me at a Christmas party

when I was working
in the sex crimes unit.

You and everyone
else in a skirt.

I hope you didn't...

Although, I've got to
admit. It was unusual.

Charm the birds
out of the trees,

which he frequently did.

The only person that didn't know
what a shag arse he was was Gill,

until he told her that he
got a 23-year-old uniform

from pendlebury up the duff and
he was going to go and live with her.

At which point, it emerged that
he'd been at it behind her back

for years with all and sundry.

Rachel: Odd.

Janet: Isn't it? That she's
the one left feeling humiliated.

- Why have you never told me this before?
- I thought everyone knew.

We know a huge amount
and, at the same time,

we are no closer to the killer
now than we were five weeks ago.

What we do know, broadly...

Andy, do you want to...

Whoever killed Lynn
was waiting for her.

Probably outside the house, 'cause
there's no signs of forced entry.

And we found no evidence
that any keys were copied.

We think it was someone she let in
because she recognises and trusts him.

There's some evidence of
a scuffle in the sitting-room,

which is where we believe
she was asphyxiated.

He then put Lynn's
body in her own car

and drove to the
building site in middleton.

We've got eight separate cctv
sightings of the vehicle with him in it.

That's the best image. Enhanced.

No cctv from the building site
suggesting he'd recce-ed the place

or certainly was
familiar with it.

He deposits the body at
approximately 4:20 A.M.

And returns the car, more
sketchy cctv, to Lynn's street.

Returns the keys into the house.

Into the handbag. Point
is, it's an odd mixture.

It seems opportunistic on the one hand,
'cause he's using stuff from the house

to wrap the body.

On the other, he has conducted the rest
like it's a carefully-premeditated plan.

The biggest potential lead we had
was that she worked for a call centre.

Shagaholics anonymous.

But nobody we tie-ed came even
close to looking like a viable suspect.

We did initially have
doubts about the son-in-law

but it turns out we had a warrant for
his arrest over non-payment of fines,

so, he was a bit jittery.

Er... his alibi is cast-iron.

As for motive, we found no
evidence of any vendettas.

Nobody angry with
her over anything.

She didn't appear to
owe anybody any money

and nothing was
taken from the house.

Over to you.

You sent the papers to scas?

Sent you a copy of their
reply. Have you not read it?

Maybe we should
invite someone in

from the national policing
improvement agency.

We can go down that route.

Dave: You've
spoken to a profiler?

Gill: The bia? Martin hinds.

- And?
- It's all in there.

He says we're looking for a white
male, between the age of 35 and 55.

Non-professional but
working below his intellect.

Local. Sociopath. Someone
who knew her by sight.

Somebody she might
have known to say hello to

but not well enough to
be in her address book.

Someone that anybody close to
her might not even know she knew.

Someone who might have
don't it before, more than once.

Someone who gets sexual
gratification from the act of killing.

Let's get someone
in from the npia.

What... what is there to lose?

Janet: You knock
yourself out, kid.

She'll listen to you. She'll
wipe the floor with me.

Look, Rachel, link it to what
you like but, at the end of the day,

we still have to find
out who killed Lynn.

Tempting as Tom
Walters' theory is,

don't you think scas would
have come up with something...

- What are you scared of?
- Same as you.

Looking like someone
who watches too much telly.

You know and I know, if
Tom Walters' theory is right,

there are reasons why it might
have gone under the radar.

Even with scas.

All right. I'm only doing
this to shut you up.

I can live with that.

Well, you'd better get ready
to scrape me up off the parquet.

[Sighing]

[Chuckling]

- Can I run something past you?
- Look at him, the bastard.

Did you hear him? To Andy?

"Oh, you've done a very thorough
job. Nothing to beat yourself up about."

While Gill's just been sitting on her
Fanny for five weeks doing fuck-all.

I, um...

I know it's off the wall

but you always say that
the only stupid question

is the one that
doesn't get asked. So...

- Veronica Hastings...
- Janet, I'm sorry, I really can't...

No, no, I'm talking
about Lynn stott.

Please, just let me satisfy
myself that I've said it to you

before you dismiss it.

Okay, now, I know
it sounds bonkers

but Tom Walters' theory
is whoever killed Veronica

has gone on to kill at least
six other females, right?

They were all asphyxiated.

Now, that's obviously
one of the more vague,

I accept that, linking factors.

But cause of death in four of them,
including Veronica, was attributed

to vagal inhibition.

Loads of people die
through vagal inhibition.

You know what a
useless minefield it is?

No, these are all
unsolved deaths.

I know it's unlikely but
there are other factors.

All of the victims were blonde.
Not peroxide but natural blonde.

Like Lynn.

They were all petite. Like Lynn.

The absence of any distinct
similarities almost in itself is a factor

and I know that sounds stupid

but maybe that's why
it's gone under the radar.

There's a meticulousness. A
fastidiousness that does link them.

All other investigations
were like this one,

where the sio feels that
they know everything

but they've got nothing.

It looks personal. But it isn't.

The killer knows his victim
just enough to satisfy his criteria.

And the biggest thing, the oddest
thing, if they are genuinely linked

and this isn't just a
big, mad coincidence,

is that everyone
that he's killed

has been the same age that Veronica
would have been had she lived.

Veronica would have
been 46. Same as me.

Lynn stott was 46.

How far have you got sifting
through the case papers?

I've got an overview. I've
done some detailed work.

Quite a bit but nowhere
near as much as I'd like.

- You run a day book.
- Yeah, but I'd still need more time.

How much?

Two days?

And you can say no, but it'd
be easier if I work from home.

Then I wouldn't have to bring it
in. There's yards of the stuff, Gill.

- Fine.
- Really?

[Chuckling]

When was the last
one in Tom's theory?

Uh, two years ago, bexhill.

Tracy dickson.

How did you know that?

That's the one similar
suggestion scas came up with but

I didn't think there
were enough similarities

because whoever did that
pulled her front teeth out.

There was nothing
like that with Lynn.

No, that's the one area where
Lynn doesn't fit the picture.

All of the girls, the women, that
were murdered in Tom's theory

had things missing.

Hair, body parts, jewellery.

- Trophies, souvenirs.
- Yeah.

But everything else fits.

Finish what you're doing today then
work tomorrow and Thursday at home

and let Andy know when he's
finished talking to captain underpants.

So, you're not going to
run it by dirty Dave, then?

I wouldn't tell that dickweed
if his arse was on fire.

I'll put it in another
memo that he won't read.

[Phone ringing]

Rachel: Um... Yeah, one second.

Hello.

Geoff.

Did you?

Oh, [clearing
throat] Okay, um...

Yeah, well, I can meet you
for half an hour at six o'clock?

Um... the grapes. The
pub opposite here. Yeah.

Okay. Okay. Ta-ta.

- Geoff Hastings?
- Tom Walters rang him up.

Did he know about Lynn stott?

He's made a connection?

- He's mustard, that bloke.
- Isn't he just?

So, Geoff wants to know what's
going on and if it's connected and blah...

- [Sighs] What did she say?
- Oh, she's buying it.

Yes.

You genius.

Hey, do you wanna come
and meet him? Geoff?

Oh, go on. Come for a drink.

I run out of stuff to say to
him after about ten minutes.

Yeah. Go on, I can do.

Oh.

That reminds me.

I wanted to apologise.

I was a bit sharp the last
time we met. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

We go back a long way, me
and Janet. We trained together.

- Two days at home, you bitch.
- I know. Thanks, kid.

Here. Give that to Geoff,
will you? And that to Andy.

And I'll bring yours
over in a minute.

Andy: And some
nuts. I'll get these.

- No, I'm getting this.
- I'll get it.

I'm getting this.

Cheers.

- I've apologised to him.
- Oh, well done.

It's been six weeks, Janet.

Wasn't gonna push it.

Wasn't gonna mention it again
until you did but you know...

Six weeks.

I can't do it to Ade.

I can't do it to the girls.

I'm sorry, I've
thought about it and...

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Andy.

Can you tell me?

We can't talk about it
cause it's an ongoing case,

but I said
straightaway, didn't I?

To Janet, I said that
it was vagal inhibition.

Vagal...

You know your vagus
nerve in your neck?

No.

Rachel: Well, there's a
nerve in your neck, right,

that's connected to your heart at
one end and your brain at the other.

Okay. [Laughing] You
can tell I trained as a doctor

before I became
a grunt, can't you?

Anyway, if it's struck or
squashed or inhibited in any way

then shuts your
heart down like that.

It's like a vulcan grip.

Instant death. I mean,
you've seen Star Trek.

Well, is that how
our Veronica...

Do we have to get
gruesome, Rachel?

Oh, sorry.

Oh, no, no, no...
It's all of interest.

And do you really think
it's him? The same person?

Well, it's tempting but
we're a long way off.

We've got to convince our dci.

She's got to convince
force command and...

- What would happen then, if she did?
- Oh, it'd go stellar.

There'd be a massive,
massive investigation.

This is across six or seven
forces and they'd all want it.

That'd be a logistical
nightmare in itself.

Getting six chief cons
to sit down together

at the same time in the same
room and actually talk to one another.

And, of course, we'd still have
to find out who killed Lynn, so...

But, no...

If they decided that we've got a
serial killer going back 30 or 40 years,

it'd be on the six o'clock news.

And some. Where's Andy?

-Thanks. It was very kind of you.
-It was on my way.

So, have you seen the reports
and so forth about Veronica,

the same as Janet has?

Um, well, I was staying
at Janet's for a bit

after I split up with this
bloke that I was seeing

and I shared the spare
room with these files.

So...

Yeah, I read them.
Not all of them but...

Yeah.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah, go on, then.

Just through here.

Ma'am.

Chris latham.
Detective sergeant, npia.

Gill Murray.

You don't know what a
pleasure it is to meet you.

I've spent hours
reading your reports.

I learnt more from them than I learned
from the 10 weeks from the do course

and four week at Quantico.

- Smarmy bastard.
- Guilty as charged.

How is Alan bernisten? Does
he still walk like a cowboy?

He's very well. He
sends his regards.

Sit down.

Do you miss it?

I miss it like I'd
miss breathing.

But if you tell anyone
that, I'll leg you.

What made you leave?

My marriage broke down.

My son was 14 at the time so...

Buzzing off all over the countryside
solving other people's murders

suddenly got just a
little too complicated.

And they keep me
busy enough here, so...

I don't know what I'm gonna
spot that's got past you.

Well, Chris, something has.

[Sighing]

Oh, hello. Good morning.

Could I speak to someone in
your personnel department, please?

Yeah, it's detective
constable Rachel Bailey,

Manchester metropolitan
police, major incident team.

The thing that has
intrigued me the most...

I don't know if this something
you've latched onto...

I'm sure it is.
Lynn's fingernails.

Has anyone asked what
condition they were in

the last time she
was seen alive?

She had lovely
nails. False nails.

Rats wouldn't have eaten them.
So, why were they at the scene?

He ripped her nails off.

I know it puts you no
nearer to knowing who he is...

No, no, no, it does. Kind of.

[Phone ringing]

Gill.

Gill: Lynn's fingernails
were missing.

She wore false fingernails.
It looks like he took 'em.

These others on
Tom Walters' list,

Veronica, was
anything else like that?

Well, um...

They varied. He cut Veronica's
pigtails off but... hang on...

Marie booth, she died 1979.

Her hair was cut off.

Claire biddle died in
1985. He cut her lips off.

Rena Curtis died in 1992.
She has all of her rings missing.

She like a lot of jewellery.

And anise Doyle,
she died in 1997.

She has a tattoo on her leg
that was cut out and removed.

And Carol brannigan, who died
in 2003. Well, that's back to hair.

Thanks, cock. I'll
get back to you, ta-ta.

The thing is, you see, Chris,

we think we've possibly
got a serial killer.

And, if we have, it's one
goes back nearly 40 years.

Have you flagged
it up to command?

No, it's only just happening.
Only just becoming clear.

Boss. Sorry, have
you got a minute?

This is ds latham from the
national police improvement agency.

- Sarge.
- DC Bailey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Gill: What have you got?

I think I know who it is.

[Ringing]

- Oh, hi.
- Geoff.

I was just passing

and Rachel said you were working
from home today so I thought...

Come in.

He invited me in for a brew. I
don't know why I went, really.

I don't normally take
tea with strange men.

But I didn't think
he was strange.

I felt sorry for him. He
seemed like he wanted to talk.

I thought I'd find out
more about Veronica, so...

How long have you lived here?

Six months.

I must have just assumed that
you lived at your mum's house.

God, no.

Turns out he's lived a very
nomadic kind of existence.

So, I did some
digging this morning

when I was supposed to
be doing something else.

Obviously, I've not had
time to dig up tons but...

Rachel: Did you not get on?

With me mum? No, not really.

It must have been
tough after Veronica died.

Oh, yeah, yeah, and before.

He worked for this haulage
firm in sheffield for a while,

there was a calendar.
So, I called them.

And he was on a
job in eastbourne

two weeks before Tracy
dickson's body turned up.

Eastbourne is, what,
20 minutes from bexhill.

And he was on a
job in sunderland

a week before anise
Doyle's body turns up in 1997.

The other thing.

This newsagent's that he
works at, it's on the route

that Lynn is most likely to
have gone from her place of work

to chaddy swimming baths.

Now, I know we've looked at
the cctv footage of her route back

from the pool to her house

but did we look at the
cctv of her journey there?

Not from her house,
but from work?

See, if she goes in his shop
every time she goes swimming

well, that could be the
nodding acquaintance

that the profiler
has told us about.

And he...

He's insidious, this fellow.
Andy knows, he's met him.

Last night, without really thinking
about it, I told him where I live,

that I fell out with my boyfriend,
that I've never got on with my mother

and that my sister's a
touchy-feely leftwing twerp.

My whole life story.

Let's get on to any cctv
of her journey to the pool.

- I'll pick him up.
- No, no, not yet.

But get someone to draw
up an arrest strategy for me.

And not Rachel. I need her.

And get on to
tyneside and Sussex.

See if they got some DNA
from the Tracy dickson murder.

And this other anise
"doodah" Doyle one.

Hillary, hi. It's Gill Murray.

I need ten minutes with
your assistant chief con.

Two weeks on Wednesday?

Dream on, girl. He'll wanna hear
this and he'll wanna hear it now.

Go and knock on his door.

[Sighing] I got
a little bit worried

that I might have given Rachel the
wrong impression last night, that's all.

Rachel? No.

She's like me. Hide
like a rhinoceros.

She came in for a cup of
tea when she dropped me off.

Rachel? Did she?

Did she not say anything to you?

Well, I haven't
been in today, so...

Oh, no, no, no,
of course not. No.

Thought, maybe, you know,
she'd rung you or something.

No.

Um, how did you
know where I lived?

Elise told me. Is it
Elise, your eldest? Yeah.

Uh, I rang up once
and you weren't in, so

we got chatting.

Am I missing something
about you and rach?

- You didn't make a pass at her or...
- [Laughing] Oh, no, no, no.

But, sometimes...

I talk too much.

Well, if you're worried that you've
made a fool of yourself with her,

she won't even have noticed.

She's a fantastic copper but
anything personal, she's thick.

I mean, god, this latest
fella, don't even go there.

- Is she a fantastic copper?
- Yes, she doesn't miss a thing.

When she first joined the
mit 12 months ago I thought,

"oh, we've got a
right ditzy one here."

But, my god, was I wrong! We
call her Sherlock, because she...

- [Phone ringing]
- Oh, excuse me.

You are not gonna believe this.

[Mouthing]

- It's Geoff.
- What's Geoff?

He's only looking like a knocking
bet as being involved with Lynn

and the last two
on Tom Walters' list.

I mean, did they never
question him over Veronica?

Janet.

Janet.

Put the phone down.

[Exclaims]

Janet!

[Groaning]

He's cut me, rach,
he's got a knife.

Boss! He's there.
He's at Janet's house.

He's got a knife. He's cut her.

Dci Murray, mit.
Officer required.

20, clough road, oldham.

[Breathing nervously]

- I don't wanna hurt you, Janet.
- Put the knife down, Geoff.

- I don't wanna hurt you.
- Well, you already have.

Put the knife down!
You're not going anywhere.

Don't, Janet! Don't!

Please, don't! Please...

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning] Oh, my... oh, god.

[Groaning]

[Police siren wailing]

[Tyres screeching]

Rachel: Janet.

- Is he still here?
- Gill: Check upstairs.

Remember he's got a knife.

Don't let them put me on a slab.

Not naked. I'm not
having a post-mortem.

- Promise me, rach.
- Gill: Let's not wait for the ambulance.

You're not going to
die, you silly bugger.

If you die, I'll
fucking kill you.

- Don't say it.
- [Shouting] Come on.

Gill: This time of day, we can
get there faster than they can.

Get on to a&E at oldham,

and tell them we're bringing an
officer in and she needs blood.

Lots of it.

I love you.

Gill: You. Blues
and twos. Foot down.

[Janet coughing]

[Alarms blaring]

This incident where we
got an officer stabbed,

I want obs for Geoff Hastings.

White, male, 50 years
of age. Five foot six.

Last seen in
clough road, oldham.

Clothing not known but
likely to be bloodstained.

He's very possibly armed
with a knife and willing to use it.

Hey, I hope you tonked him back.

Oh, yeah.

You parted his hair for him.

You gave him a bloody headache.

Jan...

I need you to stay awake, Janet.

Well, that's an order from
me to you, mate, come on.

Janet, you've got to
stay awake. [Sobbing]

- What?
- Nothing.

She's still in resus. They're
prepping her for theatre.

Can I have a drag?

Here. I wanna get
out of these clothes.

Yeah, well, you just have to
wait. You're part of a crime scene.

Someone's on their
way to bag 'em up.

I'm... [sobbing]

[Exhaling]

- You all right?
- Why did I have to say it's Geoff?

You didn't know he was there.

What you should have
told you he was there?

- What?
- Nothing, exactly.

Lighten up, kid,
this is not your fault.

[Car door shutting]

Oh, shit. Adrian.

Look positive. Adrian.

Where is she?

They are getting her ready for
theatre, I'll walk you down there.

She's lost a lot of blood but she
was conscious when we got her there.

[Phone ringing]

- Hello.
- Hi. Hello, Rachel.

Did you get my text?

Er... yeah. Yeah,
yeah, I did, yeah.

- You okay?
- Janet's been stabbed.

Oh, my god. Is she all right?

I don't know. I don't know.
They are gonna operate on her.

She lost a lot of blood. I
tried to keep her awake.

But...

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah. I, um...

She's my best mate.
I don't want her to die.

Can I do anything?

- Like what?
- For you?

No, no, no, I don't think so.

Okay. I was just ringing to see if
you wanted to have dinner sometime.

But, obviously, that's not something
you want to think about right now.

- When?
- Whenever.

[Exhaling]

Well, I've got to stay here
until I know something definite.

Do you want me to
come and pick you up?

Yeah, could you?
I've not got a car.

Yeah, of course. Um... when?

Don't know. I'll ring you.

All right. Okay. Bye.

Right. Bye.

[Sighing]