All language subtitles for Manhunt 2x02 - Episode 2 (English)

Bulbs in the sink?

I've never seen that before.

You don't get this good
without practice.

The minute he sets foot
on these properties,

he's in control. It's his house.

It's outrageous.

Not with just what he's done,
but how long he's got away with it.

Nathan, that possible Minstead case
the borough sent over -

- when was that?
- Last night.

Colbridge Road in Bromley.

- And what ruled it out, the victimology?
- Yeah.

We could do worse
than give it a second look.

This is Gavin Forbes,
son of the homeowner.

When I got back from the hospital,

I went to get
a glass of orange from the fridge.

The carton was almost empty.

What, and you think the intruder
might've helped himself?

It's the only explanation.

It's not that bloke
attacking old ladies?

- Yes, it is, I'm afraid.
- Oh, Jesus.

What is it, Gavin?

Mum's room is downstairs.

Let's figure out how he got in.

- Any luck?
- We've got him on camera.

Coming and going.

DNA on the orange carton
is a 100% match for Minstead Man.

We're gonna need to widen
our screening criteria.

That means more offences.

- Well, so be it.
- But you haven't got the manpower.

Not when you're treating
every offence like a murder.

Yeah.

Then something's got to change.

What are you thinking?

It's too much. It's too late.

Good work, Nathan.

Taking a closer look.

Er, no, that was all Mr Sutton, boss.

Oh, well,
the DNA from the juice carton

- would've linked them soon enough.
- Yes, it would.

What does needs a look at
is the screening criteria,

cos if it's as flawed
as this offence suggests,

we could be missing scores
of Minstead crimes.

Such as?

Burglaries with, er,
no sexual assault.

Burglaries with no attempt
to engage with the homeowner.

Well, I'm confident we're not
missing scores of crimes, Colin.

He's one man, but, of course...

the criteria will be reviewed.

OK.

Can I have a word, Nathan?

Yes, guv.

With all respect, sir,
we're not the bloody burglary squad.

They're acting like a murder squad,

but they're dealing
with four times the cases

on half the resources.

Any manpower left over
gets pissed up the wall

swabbing for DNA.

As an analyst, I can tell you,

if they're screening out
legitimate Minstead cases,

that's chronic.

Maybe they ought to be
a bloody burglary squad.

They're trying to find a bloody
burglar, after all.

Did you hear what I said?

Incomplete data is bad data,

and bad data is diesel
in a petrol car.

- It's worse than nothing.
- Yeah, I get it.

They want to preserve
and gather evidence,

but what's their underlying objective?

They don't need to prove new offences.

Once he's caught,
the DNA from the historic offences

guarantees he goes down for life.

Yeah. Yeah. We just need to find him,

and anything that doesn't serve that
has got to stop.

Call it Minstead Lite.

That's good.

Actually, that's brilliant,
I'm having that.

That's gonna be my pitch to Hamish -
Minstead Lite.

Copyright Surrey Police, please.

- Is that gonna be enough, though?
- How d'you mean?

Well, it might free up
some manpower and time,

but what are they gonna do with it?
More bloody swabbing?

Come in.

Richard?

- Hello, Colin.
- Richard, when you get a moment,

could you trawl through all
the recent burglaries in the area...

That took place at night,

involved elderly occupiers,

which we sent back to Borough?

Yes.

I can run you off a copy, if you like.

How d'you know
I was gonna ask for that?

Well, truth is,
a few of us have been worried

about the screening process
for a while.

What, incomplete data is bad data?

Hmm.

I call that the longlist.

OK.

Well, limited resources means

we can only focus
on a limited number of cases.

That means burglaries without
sufficient Minstead signatures

get returned to Borough.

- But that could be him?
- Yes.

And could potentially be the one
where he slips up.

Which is why I keep
my own expanded tally

alongside the official one.

But if even half of these
are Minstead...

He's offending on a scale
that nobody's publicly acknowledged.

Yeah, I will have a copy of that.

Sure, but...

Yeah, I didn't get it from you.

Thanks, Richard.

DCI Colin Sutton for Hamish Campbell.

- You can go through.
- Thank you.

Current screening
processes are excluding

genuine Minstead cases.
How many are we talking?

Course, they might not all be him,

but there's no doubt the majority are.

Bloody hell.

What makes you so sure?

Cos there's nowhere else
in the country

where burglaries with these
specific hallmarks are occurring.

Nowhere. They check every morning,

so it's very hard to believe
that there's two blokes out there

committing identical crimes
in South-East London.

What do you propose?

To cope with the scale
of his offending,

our response needs to change.

We need to be more, er, nimble,
fleet-footed.

Sounds easier said than done.

Well, if it's a choice
between depth and breadth,

then it has to be breadth.

Meaning?

New offences aren't treated
as crimes to be fully investigated,

but as intelligence opportunities.

We make sure that we're caring
for the victims,

but we focus our attention
on aspects of the case

that could help us ID Minstead Man.

No need to generate all the actions
the murder squad approach requires?

Reducing that workload
will free them up

to assess all potential
Minstead cases,

and it'll accelerate the DNA swabbing.

Call it Minstead Lite.

I like the sound of that.

One way or the other,
I'll see it's implemented.

But we're still reliant on him
making a mistake,

which so far he's shown
no sign of doing.

Despite the depravity of his acts,
his planning is meticulous.

You're not convinced
this is the best way forward?

Well, I think it's better
than what we have.

What do you really think?

If you were starting from scratch,
what would you do?

Ah, well, it's frustrating, really.

I haven't been able to devise
a proper plan, not in ten days.

It's just too complex for quick fixes.

It's like, erm,
do you remember that old joke

about a tourist going up to a farmer
and saying,

"what's the best way to Dingle?"

and he gets the reply, "Ah, well, now,

"if I was you,
I wouldn't be starting from here."

That's pretty much
where I think we are with it.

Where would you start from?

I wrote this down at the very first
meeting that I attended.

It's all about the DNA.

The DNA has slanted every avenue
of enquiry that they have followed.

You and I both know
that a mass swabbing programme

is very hard to pull off.

It's a tactic of last resort.

But they've got so much invested
in the DNA,

that change has become unthinkable.

As an outsider looking in,
I think there must be another way.

I just don't know what it is yet.

Will you hang around and give this
some more thought, Colin?

If there is a change of direction,
it can't come from me.

Simon's got so much invested
in Minstead.

I can't walk in there and tell him
it's all got to change.

It's awkward, I agree.

No, it's not awkward, it's untenable.

I'll make sure we look after Simon
if you tell me now

that you'll stick around and devise
a workable alternative plan?

And by "stick around," I mean...

past your retirement date
if necessary.

Yes, course I will.

All right.

All right.

See anything you like, Diamanda?

Yeah.

The lighter.

Can I take a look?

What?

I think you're losing your touch.

Always coming in here empty-handed.

You're just like
a fucking window shopper these days.

Suit yourself.

All right, all right, all right.

- Morning, sir.
- All right?

Guv - he hit Colbridge Road
again last night.

What? Come on.

Colin.

Simon.

Most of the Minstead hallmarks
present and correct.

He stole cash and jewellery,

but he made no attempt
to engage with the victims.

Victims?

Yeah, another elderly couple.
Shaken but unhurt.

Well, if targeting couples
is becoming a thing,

we'll need to alter
the screening criteria.

Colin?

Every time we're just hoping that
this is the one where he slips up.

But he doesn't,
so we wait for the next one,

and the next and the next one.

We've got to get ahead of him, Simon.

I don't disagree.

But the first thing
that needs to change is this

"we're not a bloody burglary squad"
mantra.

I've never heard anyone say that, Colin.

Well, I have. And do you know what?

He IS a bloody burglar.

He's a bright one, and a weird one,
but he's still a burglar.

No cordon, no house-to-house.

I read your report last night, Colin.

It's good work.

Minstead Lite takes effect from today.

Thank you.

Look, erm...

..I haven't told the others this yet,

but as of next week I have to go
on restricted duties

because of my back,

so I'm gonna need an SIO who's
really gonna be boots on the ground.

You want me to do it?

I've cleared it with Hamish.

- Course, I'll still be in overall command.
- Yeah.

- And on the end of a phone.
- Yeah, of course.

Going forward, fresh Minstead crimes
will be viewed

as intelligence-gathering
opportunities,

but not processed to the letter.

We'll exploit any lead
that might identify him,

but otherwise dispense
with statements, actions,

attend and bureaucracy.

- Nice one, boss.
- Yeah, that'll really free us up.

No, it's Colin's idea.
Benefit of a fresh pair of eyes.

Well, let's hope
something comes of it.

It's timely,

cos we need to widen the screening
after the Colbridge Road offences.

Nathan.

Yeah, er, Minstead Man has now hit
two residences

with multiple occupants,

and in neither case has he engaged
with his victims.

We're barely on top
of our existing cases,

and we're adding more?

Barely?
We're not even touching the sides.

- Well, now you'll have more time.
- Well, not much, guv.

Because we're also suspending
DNA swabbing.

As of next week,

I have to go on restricted duties
on account of my back,

so Colin will be taking over
the day-to-day,

but reporting to me directly.
Thank you, Simon.

Yeah, Mr Morgan will very much
remain in command,

but I'm looking forward to working
with you all much more closely.

And, apologies in advance
if I'm still catching up

with what I appreciate is
a vast and complex case. Thank you.

- You'll be sorely missed, guv.
- Thanks, Kenny.

Won't be the same without you.

I want to mount limited surveillance
around Colbridge Road.

He's hit there twice in two weeks.

If that's not provocation,
I don't know what is.

He hits it a third time,
we're gonna look seriously inept.

We'll look like we can't find
our arse with both hands.

When you say "limited",
do you mean low-key?

Just a couple of blokes in cars?

Yeah, maybe a van or two.

Yeah, he hasn't made a significant
mistake in 17 years.

Do you think he'll fall for it?

I think it's worth a punt.

Yeah and if he doesn't risk
a third go-round,

- then no harm done.
- Yeah, we had it covered.

- Exactly. Set it up.
- Nice one, guv.

Sorry I'm late, boss.

Informant kept me waiting.

Best ones always do.
OK, what've you got?

Well, I showed my snout
the jewellery pics.

She reckons she's seen
the silver necklace

belonging to the Allenhall Road
victim, Sandra Nelson.

Where's she seen it?

Pawn shop in Forest Hill.

Do you trust her?

Oh, wouldn't go that far,
but here you are.

She sneaked a photo.

That looks like
the same necklace to me.

Now, the owner is a Brian Royce,

and he should've taken the details
of the seller,

but even if he didn't,
there's cameras inside and out.

So, potentially, this Brian Royce
could give us Minstead Man's name?

Potentially, but Royce does have
a history of non-cooperation.

So, why haven't you picked him up?

Well, er, cos he's also got form
for GBH.

Team effort, I think, guv.

I'll leave this for you, Colin,
I think.

I can certainly help
with the stab vests.

All units, all units.

Be aware, I have eyes on the suspect

approaching the pawn shop
on foot from the high street end.

If it's safe, we take him
before he enters the shop.

Copy that.

He's just approaching the shop now.
Move in.

Go. Take him.

Morning, Brian.

Now, behave yourself. What's going on?

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of handling stolen goods.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you fail to mention when questioned

something which you later rely on
in court.

Who sold you this, Brian?

No comment.

Well, we know the sale's very recent.

Last few days.

'No comment.'

This man's done some terrible things.

He's not someone you want to protect,

not someone you want
to be associated with.

But if you don't tell us,
the cameras in your shop will.

We're viewing that footage right now.

There's no downside in co-operating.

Who sold you the necklace, Brian?

We need a name.

Otherwise we'll have to re-focus
our inquiry

onto the provenance of every piece
of jewellery in your shop, say.

I'd like to take a break,
so I can speak to my lawyer.

Of course.

- Interview paused at...
- Scared, isn't he? For a tough guy?

Hmm.

- Got to be somewhere?
- Oh, it's just a family thing.

Go, I'll call if anything changes.

Thanks, Nathan.

Oh, hang on.

'You said he'd done
some terrible things?'

What kind of things?

He's a serial rapist
who targets elderly women.

The Night Stalker?

The Old Dear Hunter?

Yeah.

You're barking up the wrong tree, love.

I'd have given you his name
in a fucking heartbeat.

I found these two
loitering with intent.

Oh! Sorry we're late.

Oh, don't be silly. LAUGHTER

- All right, Dad?
- These wings are done.

Er... yeah, they are, yeah.

How are you, Dad?

How are YOU, is more to the point.

- I hear you're busy again.
- Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Watch your back.

I know things have changed
since my day.

- There you go, have a beer.
- Oh, thank you.

The grass is always greener, isn't it?

Taking over someone else's case
is always a bit messy.

I'm not taking over,
I'm just helping out.

Oh, yeah? Oh yeah,
your mum picked this up for you.

- I did not!
- Oh, yes, you did.

It's an early birthday present,
isn't it?

I've finally got my way
about a cruise.

You haven't!

Christ! LAUGHTER

Only took me 20 years.

- Why the change of heart, Dave?
- What change of heart?

You're going, aren't you?

I always say being shut up
on the high seas

with a bunch of numpties
sounds like a nightmare,

only now I'll be able to say so
with authority!

I won't be a moment.

I bet you'll enjoy it.

- Yes, guv?
- Any luck with that necklace?

Lab just called.

Three sets of female DNA
on the chain and clasp,

not one is a match to Sandra Nelson.

So it's probably not
her necklace, then?

I really think
it's a coincidence, guv.

- What about Brian Royce?
- Sticking to his story.

Won't tell us
where he got the necklace,

but insists it wasn't Minstead Man.

All right. OK, thanks, Nathan.

Now, make sure you lock the front door

and bolt the French windows, eh?

If your man tries breaking into ours,

it'll be the last thing he does.

Oh, blimey, have a word, Mum,
will you?

- Bye, love.
- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye. Take care of yourself.
- Bye-bye.

Night-night.

Bye.

Nathan?

Just had local CID on the phone.
He's gone berserk.

Hit three homes in the last two hours,

and we're hearing reports of a fourth.

- Colbridge Road?
- Miles away - Thornton Heath.

- Are you short-handed?
- That's an understatement.

All right, I'll try and get you
a HAT team.

No, I already tried.

Busy with a fatal stabbing in Lambeth.

- Where are you?
- Boss, you don't...

I'll be an extra pair of hands.
Where are you?

Nathan.

Boss.

The victim is an 85-year-old male,
a Mr Tomczyk, and get this -

he insists he was burgled
by the same man three months ago.

Is there a record of that offence?

Yeah, local CID sent it our way.

I see. We sent it back
cos it didn't have Minstead's MO?

Correct.

Mr Tomczyk's in the garden.
He didn't want to be inside,

and doesn't want to go to hospital.
He was very clear about that.

- OK. Is this where he got in?
- Yes, guv.

Anything?

The tool marks look very much like
our man's favourite screwdriver.

Microscope analysis should confirm.

Mr Tomczyk?

This is Mr Sutton, he's in charge.

How do you do, Mr Tomczyk?

I'm very sorry to hear
about the ordeal you've had tonight.

Are you sure you wouldn't like us
to drive you to the hospital

just to make sure?

I was in war, Mr Sutton.

You go to hospital when you are shot,

or when you step on a mine
and your foot is hanging off.

Fair enough.

I understand you think you've been
burgled by this man before?

I don't think it, I know it.

Did you recognise him?

His voice. His smell.

The way he sat there watching me
through his mask.

I said, "Oh, hello, it's you again."

What did he say?

He asked me for money. I said no.

He said he would hurt me
if I did not give it to him.

So, I, er... I gave him some cash.

I think that was a good idea.

Yes and no.

When I opened wallet,
he saw bank card.

And he took that as well?

He asked me for PIN.

No way was I giving him
the right number...

..and I reckoned you would be here
before he knew I'd tricked him.

Oh. You're a very brave man.

After you give him the PIN,
did he leave?

When I was in the army, I was boxer.

They called me Kon Roboczy,
which means "workhorse" in Polish.

I wasn't strongest,
I wasn't fastest...

..but I was stubborn.

I stayed on my feet whatever...

..whatever they threw at me.

He didn't leave after you gave him
the PIN, did he?

I don't want to talk about it.

No. No, I understand.

When you do feel ready,

Patricia here
is a very, very good listener.

In fact, she's so good,
we pay her to do it.

Thank you.

Cup of tea?

Have you got a map?

Yeah, in the car.

Mr Tomczyk gave him the wrong PIN
for his credit card.

CHUCKLES Good on him.

Yeah. Well, he must know
that we'll stop the card,

so he couldn't use it ASAP.

I'm assuming he has
a favourite bank machine?

Yeah, a couple.

Well, what's the nearest one?

Erm...

There.

- Yeah, it's close.
- Who've we got up and about?

Kenny and Cath attended
the first and second.

Adam and Neville went to the third.

Right.
Well, they're closer than us, then.

Tell them I want them all
watching that cash machine,

- and they don't leave until I say so.
- Right.

- How far?
- Two minutes.

We can take a shortcut. Left here.

Fuck's sake, Kenny!

Downshire Gardens.

It's a cross street.
Right at the end, and you're there.

We should have a view
of the cash machine... there.

Well, there's our Ken.

- Oh, bollocks!
- Nice one.

How Special Branch
didn't snap him up, I'll never know.

Come on, you bastard. Come and get it.

Yeah, I'll let him know.
He's just arrived.

Yeah. OK, cheers.

I thought we were watching
and waiting?

- Too late, boss. We missed him.
- What?

Financial boys just called.

He tried to get cash out of there
right before we got here.

- We must've missed him by seconds.
- Oh, fuck!

- Did the machine swallow his card?
- No.

Well, he might've discarded it
nearby, then.

Close but no cigar, eh?

I'm kidding. Good punt, sir.

Trip down memory lane,
coming back here.

Why, did you attend before?

And the two times before that.

Yeah, he seemed to like
that machine so much,

- we went proactive.
- Oh, yeah?

We arranged for hidden cameras
to be installed near the ATM

just in case he returned.

It was the guv'nor's idea,
as I recall.

And you didn't think
to mention that before?

Well, I'm mentioning it now, aren't I?

Are they still there?
Are they working?

TSU are en route
to retrieve the footage.

We're gonna get a look
at Minstead Man, a proper look.

If you'd got here five minutes sooner,

he'd be in fucking handcuffs!

- I'm not sure that's fair, boss.
- No, it's not.

All right, look, we've had
the nearest of near misses.

It's infuriating and it hurts,
but we move on.

Let's see what the TSU bring.

- They're in the phone box.
- Eh?

The cameras.

At 12:36 AM, he walks briskly
from Lessing Street,

makes a couple
of "lifesaver" glances behind,

as he approaches the ATM.

Erm... this is from the second camera.

Looks like he's wearing
some kind of blue cagoule.

Yeah, he wears it well.

Zipped up to his nose,
and hood pulled over his face.

Is that the best shot
we've got of him?

Yeah. He's nothing if not cautious.

Well, maybe there's other things
we can glean beyond his appearance.

- Like what?
- I don't know, Adam,

but there's two cameras there.
There's got to be something.

What about his exit route?

Yeah, let's have a look at that, Cathy.

Whoa, hang on a minute. That's us!

Neville, that's... fucking us, mate.

If we'd have gotten there
30 seconds earlier...

That's spilt milk, Adam. Cathy?

When he gives up on the ATM,

he doesn't go in the direction
he came.

He heads west.

Right, what road's that?

It's Ballina Street.

Right. So, applying a bit
of street tradecraft,

what do we think?
He's arriving by car?

Well, there's no way he got there
that fast any other way.

- And not at that time of night.
- So, where's he parked?

Well, based on his approach,

I'd say near the top end
of Lessing Street.

Maybe Flintock Street.

Agreed, but then he goes off
in a different direction.

So, how's he getting back to his car?

What about here?

There's a little cut-through
further down Ballina Street.

Crosses back under the railway bridge

- and comes out on Flintock Street.
- Loop the loop.

Back in his car in two minutes, guv.

Entrance is about 200 yards west
of the ATM.

We did look at putting a camera on it.

Yeah. That's the cut-through there.

Looks like the bushes
extend all the way down.

If you were looking to ditch
a hot bank card,

it beats a bin or a drain cover,
doesn't it?

Kenny, I want a POLSA team
down there this afternoon, OK?

Yes, boss. All right,
good work everyone. Well done.

- Can I have a word, boss?
- Yeah, sure.

I mean before we get in a POLSA team.

Hang on one, Kenny.

Mr Morgan called
for an update earlier.

Right. Do you know why he called you
and not me?

I think he said your phone was busy.

Go on.

Well, I told him about him using
his favourite ATM again.

OK?

He doesn't want us making a big fuss.

Says it might put him off returning,

and those cameras weren't cheap
to install.

And how's he defining a fuss?

He specifically said
not to get in a POLSA team.

With respect, that's not his call.

Right, well...

Can you ring him
and tell him that, please?

That's not a conversation
I want to have, not now.

Then you're putting me
in a difficult position.

That's not my intention.

- Right, so call him.
- Look, I know, he's your boss.

- It's not about that.
- Well, what is it about?

Loyalty.
I'm his number two, he trusts me.

I'm not about to betray that trust
for someone I've known five minutes.

No offence.

None taken. You've welcomed me
like no-one else on this team.

Right, well,
now you can return the favour.

No, sorry. I'm the acting SIO on this,

and my decision is that we search
that cut-through.

If there's any problem, I'll be sure
he knows you gave me the message,

and I ignored it. It's on me.

OK.

Be worth it for the chance
of some evidence,

cos, Christ, we need something.

Go on, then, Kenny. Call 'em up.

He's here.

Found a bank card.

Looks weather-damaged.

I'd be surprised if it was stashed
there last night.

It's a different name as well.
Mrs A Waynflete.

- Anne Waynflete?
- Yeah.

She a Minstead victim?

Yeah, two years ago.

And did he use this card in that ATM
two years ago?

Well, looks like.

- Thanks, Tabs, good work.
- Thank you.

Well, if they'd have searched
this place two years ago,

- they might've got prints and DNA.
- Still might.

Not after two years' weather damage.
Not a chance.

In fairness, she didn't report
a card being stolen.

I took her statement, guv.

If you've got any other questions,
I'll be happy to help.

Yes, thank you.

If you want somewhere bigger,
just say.

Nah. Feels like home now.

What's on your mind?

Errol Dobson.

Can you get the team together, please?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks, Nathan.

Errol Dobson was a prolific burglar
of the elderly

in the early nineties.

He was even more prolific
than Minstead Man.

He also favoured the night,
and he'd been at it for years.

His patch was only small,

just a dozen or so streets
in Tottenham.

That just made it all the more galling

when we couldn't catch him.

Some of the team lost faith, you know.

They said, "How can one man be
responsible for so many offences?"

We were chasing a phantom or a ghost.

And everything we tried,
everything failed,

until my boss went proactive.

What did that involve?

Cobbling together 30 bodies
and saturating those streets.

We knew how sharp he was,
so we had to stay well hidden.

There was no hunkering down
in the passenger seat.

- D'you get him?
- Night five. Caught in the act.

And that is how we'll catch
Minstead Man.

Are you serious?

If you've got a better idea,
Kenny, I'm all ears.

But we're not looking
at a corner of Tottenham, guv.

Looking at most of South London
from the Thames to the M23.

He's right.
And we tried going proactive before.

Yes, I know you have,

and Simon agrees
it's worth another shot.

By his own admission, that effort
was hampered by resources.

And this time it won't be?

- We just need a bigger boat.
- Ocean liner.

Fucking aircraft carrier.

Yeah, I'm not feeling this, er,
boat analogy.

- It's from Jaws.
- Yeah, thanks, Cathy.

No, what I mean
is that boat doesn't exist.

It'd take hundreds of officers.

You'd get to keep 'em
for two nights max.

This is a bloke who stopped dead
for three years.

You finished?

I'm just saying.

No, they're good points, well made.

But we have to try something new,
Adam. We have to.

Now, analysis can shave down
the target area, right, Richard?

- To a degree.
- How?

Well, he never goes for flats,
local authority, social housing.

It's always private dwellings -
houses, bungalows.

What, that's it?

And there's the crimes themselves.
The way they're clustered.

Oh, come on. He's offended all over!

Yeah, he has. But going back '92,
there's a density of offending

in the Shirley area

that makes it what we call
an anchor point.

His hunting ground of choice.

Yeah, and that's the patch
where we're most likely

to catch him in the act.

From there we build out a map

of other target areas around Shirley.

Might be a square mile,
might be a single street.

This map -
what are we supposed to do with it?

We refine it, we cost it,

and then we flog it
to the Force Tasking Group.

No-one else can fund an operation
of this scale.

And then we go out and nick him.

Sorry, guv, I was with Mr Tomczyk.

How's he doing?

Oh, OK under the circumstances.

He told me what happened,
so that's a start.

And?

The offender fondled his genitals,

and after threats of violence,
forced him to touch his own.

Oh, God.

My sense is that was the extent
of the sexual contact.

I'll be able to say that
with more confidence

after another session.

- Poor man.
- Yeah.

And you.

How long have you been on Minstead?

Five years.

It's a lot of victims.

It's gonna take its toll.

I'm like anyone, boss.
There's good days and bad.

Yeah, but you're at the sharp end,
aren't you?

Oh, at first it was just finding
the... vocabulary

to coax the information we needed.

Finding other ways to say
"What happened?,

"What did he do to you?"

I used to pause the interviews

so they wouldn't see how upset I was.

Then I was dealing
with their children,

and oh, God,
that was a whole other thing.

In what way?

First,
there's just breaking it to them.

Telling a son or daughter that
their mum's been sexually assaulted.

Then you see the dynamics change.

The kids become the parents,
and these...

wonderful, totally autonomous adults

become dependent, become the kids.

Hard not to get emotionally involved.

Hmm. Lately I've been going
from funeral to funeral

with this terrible sadness,
and I won't lie - fury,

that they won't see justice done.

When it's all over, it will hit me,
I know it will.

I'm almost looking forward to it.

Richard?

Thanks for backing me up in there.

Hope I didn't come across
as a total chancer.

Well, we are taking a chance,
aren't we?

Yeah. Yeah, a big one.

I want you to book me a meeting room

- at Scotland Yard next Monday.
- No problem.

And I want your help with an email.
Concise as possible,

but that conveys the rate
and gravity of the offences,

and the need to take urgent action.

Yeah, sure. It'll come from the heart.

Who's it for?

Heads of all the squads
that can give us a chance

with the Force Tasking Group.

Oh, you'll need it.
FTG reject 92% of funding requests.

Better make that email count, then,
eh?

You definitely said Monday?

Only just coming up to ten.

Reminds me
of my eighth birthday party.

Neville?

He was out last night.
Lady of 70 in Coulsdon.

He started assaulting her,
and she begged him to stop.

She says he did.
Whether or not that's true, TBC.

Is Patricia with her?

- Yeah, as we speak.
- All right. Thanks, Neville.

Keep me posted.

Boss.

Colin?

Superintendent Jackie Miller
and DCI Greg Burns, Covert Policing.

Good to meet you.
Thanks so much for coming.

Well, it was a compelling email.

Oh. Oh, good.
Come on in. Come on in. This way.

Get dry. Morning. Cup of tea?
Cup of coffee? Morning.

I've never made a request
to the Force Tasking Group,

but I understand that many
of you here are regular bidders,

and I hear that one of you
even saw some money once.

Yeah, that was me.

Fucking cheque bounced. LAUGHTER

So, we're here to listen and to learn.

I'm a big believer
in laying out the plan

in frankly idiot-proof language.
I'd say something like,

"By observing every inch
of the targeted streets,

"you're seeking to control them."

No-one will be able to walk in
or out without you seeing them.

If Minstead Man steps on your plot,
you will get him, no ifs no buts.

That means no officers
walking around the plot.

Everyone needs to be
inside a building.

I'd also suggest having
surveillance teams on standby

just outside the plot.

If a suspect needs to be questioned,

they can be tailed and pulled over
well away from the target area.

Yeah, that's crucial.
You don't want word getting out

that there's surveillance
going on in Shirley.

We'd be very happy
to supply air support

for whatever mission
you end up running.

We can watch from an altitude

and be completely undetectable
from the ground.

Kevin and I run Central Control.

We can have access to 24/7 live feeds

from thousands of Local Authority
and Transport For London cameras.

Looking at your proposed plot,

you'd need at least 150 bodies
to throw a net over that.

- Right.
- Which you'll never get.

There is a smaller area
I've devised...

..here in and around Shirley.

Still big, but more achievable.

75 officers should be able
to deliver that.

And what are our chances
of getting that?

If you ask for 150 officers,
they'll probably give you 50.

But if you ask for 75,
and you make a good case,

you might get 75.

If we shrink the plot,

the odds of him offending
obviously shrink, too.

- By how much?
- Well, based on past offences,

they drop from one in three
to one in six.

One in six.

You know what?

They're still good odds.
I'll take that.

So, when do you pitch to the FTG?

Well, now I know what to ask for,
as soon as possible.

Listen - thank you.

Thank you all for your support
and your expertise.

I just want to say how much it means

that so many of you responded
and clearly care about this case

and its many, many victims.

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