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- Any sexual element?
- I'll know later.

- Impressions?
- I can't commit myself.

- Helen...
- What is it?

She was seeing
someone I work with.

- And this man, what was his name?
- Alan Whyte.

We'll be happy together.

Only, don't leave me. Please.

- I've GOT to go!
- I don't believe you!

- Did they or didn't they?
- It's possible.

Did he screw her in MY bed?!

Whyte!!

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Um, police!

YES!

Um... and an ambulance.
Look, you'd better hurry!

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Yes, go through.

Thanks.

- Morning, Doc.
- That's great.

Sam.

Peter.

Martin? If you'd like
to come through?

Alan Whyte, 43 years
old. Reported at 22.50.

Police surgeon pronounced
life extinct, 23.36.

- Was he a known criminal?
- Why?

The eyes.

A punishment for something
he shouldn't have seen?

- Drugs?
- Wrong track.

Remember the woman
we found yesterday?

- Helen Matthews?
- Mm-hm.

He was the boyfriend and the
bloke outside was the husband.

..Right.

Best get on with it.

The body is that of a man
in his early to mid-forties.

He's lying on his back.

Stab wounds to the
chest... and to both eyes.

He's of slim build
and well-nourished.

The hair is...

The hair is brown
and is worn cut short.

Well, THAT didn't last long.

I saw your car
outside, and I thought,

"Oh, he must've
chucked her out already.

"This bloke who's supposed to
be looking after her like Daddy"

Was he all up here?
Another of your games?

He's real.

OK, so what's his name?

- I'm not telling you.
- Mr Nobody

- He's real.
- Don't make me laugh.

I'll do the PM first
thing in the morning.

Yeah, mind...

BROKEN GLASS CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT

- Night, then.
- Yeah... good night.

HE SIGHS

TV ON In this hi-tech era...

Do YOU mind

It's not there.

Where, then?

Where?

Where's my photograph?

Um... I threw it away.

You did what...?

Well, I didn't want it.

You'll find it
outside in a dustbin.

Stupid!

PHONE IS RINGING I'll get it.

Hello, Trevor Stewart... Wyn!

Is Sam there?

She's a bit tied up. Can I help?

I'd say this one killed him,

though I'll know more
when I open him up.

Photograph, please.

And the eyes?

They were done after he was
dead. At least, when he was immobile.

How can you be sure?

It's hard to stab someone
there when they're struggling.

How d'you know
there was a struggle?

Extensive cuts to the arms...

..and hands,

and bruising
beginning to show here.

I'd say the murderer was
trying to hold him tightly.

Like this.

- Found the murder weapon yet?
- N-No. Any thoughts?

It's a fairly broad blade.

Sharp. Pointed.

Can I get on with
my work now, please?

You made a real mess
of his eyes! Why was that?

I didn't DO it!

I can understand
you being angry.

He was having an
affair with your wife.

He'd have seen her naked.

- Did you intend to kill him?
- I didn't kill him!

Why were you there?

I'd been drinking.
I just wanted...

Yes?

- I dunno. To give him a bollocking.
- And things got out of hand?

Why don't you listen? He
was dead when I got there.

I - didn't - kill -Alan.

Stab wound goes straight
through to the left ventricle.

- I see.
- That's what killed him.

There was some
strength behind it.

Or passion.

..Yes. Possibly.

The wounds to the
eyes are very superficial.

They weren't about killing.

They were about something else.

Mr Matthews? As
nice as pie, mostly.

- Mostly?
- There's another side.

If someone's slacking or
there's been a complaint.

Don't they say the quiet
ones are the most dangerous?

Thanks.

SHE'S gonna take it hard.

She loved Alan.

..Not like that. As a friend.

A sort of father figure.

Her dad died when
she was only 18.

She was forever asking Alan
what he thought about things.

What sort of things?

Football, what she was wearing.

He never lost his patience.

He was a really kind man.

- I can't believe he's gone.
- I'll take that.

HUM OF PLANE ENGINE

Coffee?

Thanks.

I believe you and Mr
Whyte were good friends.

Where is he now?

- He's at the mortuary.
- Why?

In cases of violent death,
there has to be a postmortem.

They'll cut him open?

Dr Ryan, the pathologist,
she's very respectful.

Can I move into his house?

- ..I'm sorry?
- Alan's house.

I... was supposed to be looking
after it while he was in Canada.

But he's not IN Canada.

- I-I know... but...
- And it's sealed off at the moment.

- ..Why?
- While we make our investigations.

- You mean... I... I can't move in?
- Not until we finish with it.

I've GOT to move in there.

I've got nowhere else to go.

Are you trying to tell me
the two cases are unrelated?

- There's no medical evidence...
- Matthew's wife, then her lover.

There's gotta be SOME link!

- I can only go on what I see!
- You may be looking in the wrong place!

- Meaning?
- Take another look at Helen Matthews.

Yes?

There may be something
you've overlooked.

I did thorough
postmortems on them.

All I found were tiny
amounts of metallic fibres.

Take another look.

- Is that an official request?
- It is.

There's a definite
chill in here.

Someone should remind him we're
employed by the Coroner, not the police!

In theory. Problem?

No

- Open your eyes, Mr Matthews.
- My client's tired.

Your wife and her lover
planned to elope to Canada.

Both are murdered,
you know nothing

- I must insist...
- You've no firm alibi for either killing.

- This is outrageous!
- Start talking!

- How are you getting on?
- Oh, OK.

Have we got enough
to charge him?

He's stewing in the cells.
We'll check his movements.

I almost feel sorry for him.

- How's that?
- Having you on his case.

- I'll take that as a compliment.
- Afternoon.

- I want to speak to Dr Ryan.
- She's busy.

I've got to see her!

If you tell me the nature of your
enquiry I'll make an appointment.

You don't understand, do you?

I've GOT to see Dr Ryan!

Thanks, Fred, I can manage.

Hello-o. I'm Dr Ryan.

You'd better come
into the office.

Evidence points to the
husband. He's not admitting guilt,

so we need to make the case.

They're completely
different MOs.

But the man's hardly an
experienced serial killer,

with an established way
of going about things.

He's a jealous husband,
acting on impulse.

Sir.

I've asked Dr Ryan to examine
forensic links between them.

I want you knocking on every door,
I want every witness followed up.

..PC Fawell?

- It might be nothing, Chief...
- Yup?

- What?
- It can wait. Sorry, sir.

Right... As I was saying...

Did it hurt... when he died?

I can't be sure.

I can't bear the thought of
him... suffering, or... being in pain.

As far as I can tell, he
died relatively quickly.

How quickly?

I can't be more specific, but... any
pain wouldn't have lasted that long.

..Can I see him?

No, I'm afraid not.

Not even to say goodbye?

Perhaps when he
goes to the undertaker's.

When's that?

- Hard to say.
- Just to see him?

The mortuary's not equipped
for public viewing of bodies.

Please!

Fred!

- What harm could it do?
- It's not possible.

Now, I'm sorry, but I
must get back to my work.

Fred, would you like to show,
um... Caroline the way out?

Sure.

Is this where you
store the bodies?

- If you follow the corridor to the end.
- In there?

Go to the swing doors and
you'll be back in the main corridor.

Funny job, isn't
it, what you do?

KNOCKING Yeah?

Sir.

Just thought you should
take a look at this, sir.

What?

- Crime 33/89.
- 33/89 means nothing to me.

A certain William
Baxter, sir. Stabbed.

Yes? What about him?

That's probably not the
best angle. This one's better.

This can't be a coincidence.
The MO's too unusual.

Good work, Fawell.

..Leave us a message and one of
us will get back to you when we can.

BEEPING

It's Peter. Something's come
up which I think could be relevant.

I don't want to...
disturb you at home,

so, um...

yeah, I'll catch you tomorrow.

Thanks.

De-dah! What d'you think?

- Very nice.
- I bought it today.

Suits you.

- Don't ask what it cost.
- OK.

- 70 quid!
- What?!

I wanted to celebrate.

- Celebrate what?
- The job!

- What job?
- The one I got offered today.

Did Trevor not say?

The interview in the
solicitor's office. Remember?

- Wyn, this is fantastic!
- Well, it's just clerical work.

It's brilliant! Congratulations!

I asked Trevor to
give you the message.

It calls for a celebration!

We're going out.
I'll stand you a meal.

..I'm going out
already. With Trevor.

..Oh, right.

Come with us.

..You sure you want ME there?

Sam, I WANT you to
come. It's a big thing for me.

I... I want you to
share it with me.

OK. I'd love to.

Cheers.

- Not for me.
- You've only had ONE!

A toast. To Wyn's future.

Cheers.

I feel like a kid. I've
got so many plans.

Like, I've done the
job-hunting. Next flat-hunting.

There's no need.

- Man-hunting?
- You'd better believe it!

- Oh, dear.
- Ah, pudding!

I don't think I'll be able
to manage pudding.

I'm going to have something
very rich, very sticky.

Best leave you to it, then.

SHE MAKES AEROPLANE NOISES

IMAGINES ENGINE RUNNING

WOMAN'S VOICE ON AIRPORT TANNOY

WOMAN SOLOIST ON CLASSICAL PIECE

DOOR CLOSES

LAUGHTER

WYN LAUGHS

Shall I make you a coffee?

- I'd rather have what you've got.
- I'll put the kettle on.

- Who did the PM?
- Um...

CB Maitland.

Charlie Maitland?

Just before he
retired to the Algarve.

Morning.

We were just talking
about Charlie Maitland.

Is he dead?

Last I heard, he had his
handicap down to seven.

He did the PM on this guy.

William Baxter.

Murdered June 1989.

Knife through the heart,

stabbed in both eyes.

We prosecuted the girlfriend,
but the jury threw it out.

He was about to leave his
wife and daughter for her.

I wondered if there may
be a link with Alan Whyte.

It could be the same man.

Similar build, age, same mode
of death... same mutilation.

What?

I can understand you wanting
to link Matthews and Whyte

because of the motive.

I sort of understand you wanting
to link this chap and Whyte,

but what I THINK you want is for me to
create a link between all three of them.

No, explore. I don't
like loose threads.

I'm a forensic pathologist.
All I'm interested in is the truth.

HE FUMBLES WITH HIS FILES

- Trevor.
- Peter.

Sam.

DOOR SLAMS

Peter!

I'm sorry. I went too far.

Mmm... Accepted.

- Look, can we have dinner?
- Mm-hm.

- This evening?
- ..Yeah, OK.

Will you pick me up after work?

Right.

Caroline.

- I've been waiting for you.
- I-I had to go to the bank.

- Have I done something wrong?
- No. We've finished with the house.

So I can move in?

We took carpet and some furniture,
but, yeah, IF that's what you want.

Great... That's great. Thanks.

You're a... kind man.

So there's the
sitting room, kitchen,

main bedroom, and then a corridor
to the bathroom and spare bedroom.

OK, thanks.

I walked in, looked around
and thought, "This is home!"

It's got a garden.
Well, a back yard,

but there's room
for a table, chairs...

- So you'll be entertaining?
- Yes!

Will you be able to afford it?

I'm used to living on a budget.
You're gonna love it, Sam.

Yeah, I'm sure I will.

How often have
you seen injuries...

..like these?

Come on!

- Once or twice, no more.
- And how long have you been a copper?

- More years than I care to...
- Exactly.

There has GOT
to be a connection.

There are too many similarities.

You're not saying anything.
You think I'm wrong?

No...

Can you speak to me, Rachel?

I'm pretty sure Matthews
killed his wife and her lover,

- but William Baxter...
- He says he didn't know him,

but he says he didn't
kill Helen or Whyte.

We've no link.

Peter! I'm TRYING
to keep an open mind.

Same cause of death.

Similar weapon.

Same mutilation of the eyes.

What do YOU think, Fred?

Or could it just be coincidence?

I thought you didn't
trust coincidence.

Well, I don't, usually. But
these are eight years apart.

Similar bruising
on the arms as well.

Hang on.

Take a look at this, Fred.

- D'you see?
- ..I think so.

The pressure
must've been lighter.

It's taken longer
to come through.

I think we need a
photograph of that, don't you?

Right.

Helen Matthews.

Lovely!

There you go.

Well, now we know
what we're looking for,

perhaps we'll get somewhere, eh?

Thanks, Fred.

Other side.

Yes.

There it is.

Can you see it?

Congratulations.

A certain detective
superintendent will be very pleased.

Fibres results.

All three victims had identical metal
particles adhering to their clothes.

Our suspect works in
an aircraft workshop.

Aluminium?

Very possibly. The labs
will be able to tell us for sure.

One other thing.

- This suspect of yours...
- Yes?

How many fingers does
he have on his left hand?

Great, thank you.

- Mr Matthews...
- I didn't do it.

- I'm Detective Superintendent Ross.
- I STILL didn't do it!

If I may, I would like to
take a look at your hands.

- What?
- If you wouldn't mind.

Yep, and turn...

I won't be charging
this gentleman.

You're free to go, and I'd like
to apologise for the distress

I know we must've
caused you. Thank you.

The upshot is we
had to let Matthews go.

You look worried, Fawell.

Why did the pathologist miss
the bruising first time round?

It develops at different rates.

So what about William Baxter?

Funnily enough, his
pathologist DID miss a bruise.

- They aren't completely infallible.
- Still, makes our job easier, though.

Can't be too many blokes with
six fingers on their hands out there.

LEFT hand. RACHEL:
Yes, it's on the left hand.

And it's NOT a bloke.

- Not necessarily... no.
- That man, what was his surname?

- Baxter. William Baxter.
- Any kids?

A daughter. 18 at the time.

So she'd be 25 now.

HUMMING

This is the final call for...

Don't worry.

They haven't forgotten you.

She's not back.
Moving into Alan's place.

I've got the phone number.

No, no, it's not
important. Thanks.

Was it my imagination, or
has she got an extra finger?

You noticed it? She'll hate you.

- Why?
- She gets so embarrassed.

It's hardly there,
but not to her.

Are you sure it's OK
for me to knock off now?

Go ahead. Enjoy yourself.

- I'm going to the dentist.
- Anything to skive off

- I'll lock up when I leave.
- OK, thanks. Goodnight.

Night!

You two go round the back.

Barry, you go with them.
Clive, you're with me.

Keep it quiet, eh?

Hello! Caroline!

It's Detective Sergeant Speed.

D'you remember me?

Can you let us in? We'd
like a word with you.

Break the glass.

Check that way.

Caroline!

- No-one there.
- OK, try upstairs.

Weird, or what?

DOOR CLOSES

- Got your tape measure?
- Of course.

- Are you celebrating?
- Yes.

- What?
- Your new home.

You got this for ME?

For us. When we
finish measuring up.

But it's REAL champagne!

I TOLD them! I said I wanted the
cheapest sparkling wine they had

Liar!

PHONE RINGS
D'you wanna get that?

Let it go on the machine.

- So... thanks, Trevor.
- We aim to please.

Wyn, it's me.

If you're there, can
you pick up the phone?

..I've been thinking
about this flat of yours.

Do you think it might be better
to... Well, to wait and find...

Well, there's no point in
rushing into anything, is there?

I'm gonna miss you.

Think about it, will you?

Bye. Bye...

No sign of her.
Her car's not here.

It's a blue Fiat Uno.

I've got PC Fawell
waiting at her mother's.

OK, sir. I'll keep
in touch. Bye.

- What now?
- Wait for her, I suppose.

- I want to see Alan.
- I told you before, it isn't possible.

I want to see him.

- How did you get in here?
- I want you to take me... to see Alan.

I don't think so.

All I want... is to see Alan.

Then put the knife down.

- If you put it down, we can talk.
- I don't want to talk.

Caroline, there are
regulations. I'm not allowed to...

Please STOP talking!!

You're trying to
stop me seeing him.

OK.

Yeah, OK. I'll take
you to see him.

Your poor eyes!

What have you
done with his eyes?!

I had to examine them.

It's all right. I'M going
to look after you now.

Just like you used
to look after me.

D'you know what he did
for my birthday last year?

He flew me to
France, just for a picnic.

Said he did it for the
pleasure of seeing me smile.

Says I have a beautiful smile.

He NEEDS his eyes...

Why did you do it, Caroline?

I was so angry.

Why were you angry?

He was... going away,

just... just like my dad.

I couldn't let him leave
me and not come back.

He might've come back.

If he hadn't been going
with Helen, he would've done.

Is that why you killed her?

I didn't WANT to.

..I need a trolley.

Why?

Um... I need him at home.
I... can't be on my own.

Won't be long now.

- He's cold!
- Yes.

Freezing!

- He needs some clothes.
- He doesn't need clothes, Caroline.

He's dead.

Have you got something
he could borrow?

Would a blanket do?

All right.

NO!!!

He doesn't want
to go back in there.

That's what's making him cold.

He likes it outside with us.

OK, yep, I'll have
four of those.

He looks peaceful, doesn't he?

Yes.

I've never seen
him asleep before.

But he's NOT asleep, Caroline.

You KNOW he's not asleep.

He COULD be.

But he's not.

He's dead.

Alan, who cared for you,

the man who took you to
France for your birthday.

He's gone.

That's not him.

That's just a shell.

And he's not coming back.

No.

Even if I take him back home?

No.

I won't forget you.

I'm stupid

and deformed and I'm ugly.

That's why they left.

My dad and Alan.

She once said, my mum,

that if I'd been a dog, she'd
have drowned me at birth.

I wish she had.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Best thing for everybody.

Look at me.

Please, look at me.

I can't.

Please?

Caroline?

In my eyes.

It's the only way you'll
know I'm telling you the truth.

Caroline.

Look me in the eyes.

You can trust me.

Hello, Caroline.

My name's Peter Ross.
I'm a friend of Dr Ryan's.

I'm a policemen.

I'd like to talk
to you, if I may.

I think I can help you.

Will you let me?

Will you take care of me?

I'll do my best.

VOICES ON POLICE RADIO

Why didn't she damage
Helen Matthews' eyes?

She'd never trusted her.

Not like she trusted
Alan and her father.

She could've killed you.

I know.

Are you all right to
drive yourself home?

- ..Yeah.
- OK.

I'll ring you as soon as
I'm through at the station.

I'm sorry I walked out
on you the other night.

You should've said before.

Andrew Duffy was a good man.

He helped people make a choice.

I had to allow him his dignity.

I wasn't sure that
you'd understand.

It won't be easy. I AM a policeman,
and I've got to deal with this now.

I'll come round after. We'll
work this out, cos I love you.

CAR MOVES OFF

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