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You want to get your priorities
right, Detective.

He's a married man.
It was just a drink.

It's enough to ruin your
reputation.

You said you were working.
We were talking about a case.

Please, don't let them hurt me any
more.

I said stop!

I can do what I want.

Hurt her again
and I'll have you thrown into a cell.

If George Stern is Stanley Collins,
where is he now?

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Are you ready, Reverend?

Yes, that's Patricia.

What in God's name
happened to her hair?

She was found with it cut like that.

How did she die?

She was... strangled.

I'm so sorry, Reverend.

No!

No!

We have confirmation, Sir,
it was Patricia Buckley.

Good, Always better to announce a
name. Lets them think we're making progress.

Were there any signs of sexual
assault?

Yes, Sir. And her hair was cut,
like the others.

Yes, well, let's keep the sordid
details to ourselves for now.

But you'll announce that this
is the fourth.

Fourth what?

Victim, sir. Sylvia Stewart,
Anna Pearce, Mary Cook...

Were all assaulted. This is murder.
Entirely different.

Sir, the public has a right to know
there's a madman on the loose.

I fail to see what that would
achieve.

Well, they could make
precautions, Sir,

make sure women don't go out
alone at night.

No,
we say nothing for the time being.

Inspector Nelson agrees with me
on this.

It's probably best not to
cause a panic.

I'm not about to go out and advertise
your incompetence, Detective Burns,

it reflects badly on all of us.

Excuse me?

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but so far you've failed to find
a single lead on this case!

Which is why I've decided it's
time for you to step aside.

Sergeant Fenton has been
seconded into CID.

From now on he'll
be in charge of the investigation.

You can't do that.

I think you'll find that I have.

They're ready for you, Sir.

Thank you.

Whoever is responsible for this
heinous act, we will find him.

Patricia Buckley's death will
not go unpunished.

I appeal to the good men and women of
our community

to assist
the police in any way they can.

If you have seen or heard anything
suspicious,

contact us immediately.

Together we will restore order
and safety to our streets.

Is it true the girl's hair
had been cut?

I will not disclose any detail that
could harm our investigation.

You will be kept informed
of our progress in due course.

Thank you all for coming.

I've heard there were other,
similar attacks.

Should women be
concerned for their safety?

Mr Sullivan! A man in your position
should know better

than to peddle rumours.

The police force is here to
protect its citizens.

The people of Brinford must feel
free to go about their business as normal.

Inspector Nelson!

Consorting with the top brass I see.

A step up for you isn't it,
Sergeant?

Nothing I can't handle.

Glad to see you're so confident.
Any suspects yet?

Tick-tock, Sergeant.

What do you want?

Told you it'd be worth the wait.

Where you going? Work.

Let me drive you.

I'll take the bus, thanks.

Come on, Cathy, don't be like that.

We can work it out, can't we?

No, Bill, we can't because I'm
not your girlfriend anymore.

But what about our trip?

Cathy, Cathy!

Leave it on there.

Burns, bring me up to speed,

what did the pathologist say?

I left a note on your desk.

Indulge me.

They took samples from under
Patricia's fingernails.

They're still examining her
clothes at the lab.

So, she was covered in muck
from the park.

Doesn't take a genius to
work that out.

There's still no
harm in waiting for the results.

Yeah, yeah.
Sure it'll crack the case wide open.

Sir.

After you left, Mrs Buckley
remembered a few more details,

about her conversation
with Patricia.

It's nothing significant but...

I'll be the judge of that.

Right, as you know I've been asked
to head up this investigation,

which means that any and all
information comes to me first.

Now, down to business.

We'll split into two groups.

Team A,
search the area for any evidence.

Team B, gather statements from
any potential witnesses.

Dawson, we'll be getting lots of
calls from the public on this,

so I want you to write
everything down.

And I mean... everything.

Yes, Sergeant.

Right, gentlemen to the vans,

on the double!

Jack.

I'm sorry for yesterday,

what I said.

Forget it.

I never meant to hurt you.

You didn't, you were right.

What I have with Deborah actually
means something.

Why would I throw it all away
over a bit of skirt?

Hello, Brinford Police.

You emptied the bins around five?
That's right.

And you saw nothing unusual?

No suspicious characters
hanging around? No.

Sergeant Fenton!

Ray! Get a shot of those.

Both sides.

Oh, am I glad to see you!

I started my day in a hospital
morgue,

and things didn't really get much
better after that.

Don't worry,
I'm not going to talk about work.

I've done nothing but talk,
people calling up,

worried about going out, thinking
that everybody's an axe murderer.

I am talking about it, aren't I?

Sorry.

So you're not enjoying it, then?
Work I mean?

Well, it gets me down sometimes.

Then this might cheer you up.
I went to the bank today.

They said I've got enough to make
the payments on a place of our own.

Think about it. No more parents
telling us what to do.

You can decorate it just
the way you like it.

You wouldn't have to work anymore.

Could we have a couple of minutes?

Aren't you going to say anything?

Isn't it a bit soon to be
talking about mortgages?

I mean... We should...

We've been courting
a couple of years, Gina.

Aren't you tired of waiting
for our lives to begin? I know I am.

You know, every day when
I go through those factory gates,

the one thing that keeps me
going is the thought of you.

I love you, Gina.

I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

Frank...

Gina Dawson, will you make me
the happiest man in the world?

Will you marry me?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Enjoy that, did you?
Making a show of me?

Sorry, I didn't know what to say.

Did you ever love me?

Of course I have, but...

Good luck finding another man
who'll put up with you.

Bacon on a weekday?
Have we won the pools?

It's for a certain young lady who'll
be making a certain announcement

about a certain young man!

Oh, Gina?

Frank and I broke up.

What have you done, you stupid girl?

Brenda.
I have to go to work.

No, you'll stay here and tell me
exactly what happened!

It would never have worked, Mum!
I'm too selfish, remember?

Yes, you are.

I'm sorry I let you down.

That's right, you go off to work!

But don't blame me
if you end up all alone!

You've got all our men on this
Fenton, not to mention the team

from Birmingham, and all you have to
show me is evidence of a leaky van?

We think it's a Ford Eight, sir.

Do you even know
if it's connected to the case?

Well, not till we find... Then pull
your finger out, Sergeant!

If this is your only lead,
it had better amount to something.

I've got Divisional
breathing down my neck on this.

Dawson.

You want to help us
catch this killer, right?

Yes, Sergeant.

You'll do whatever it takes?

Of course, Sergeant.

Eddie!

Hello?
I didn't know you were back today.

Did you miss me?

Maybe.

Thanks for coming to the hospital.

Any time.

Cathy...?

D'you fancy a spin?

Just round the courtyard.

Go on, I'll go slow, I promise.

All right.

Yeah?

All right. Hop on, then.

Told you I'd get you on my bike
some day, didn't I?

All right, hold on tight.

Ah, ow!

Not that tight.

I'm sorry.

Are you OK?

It was worth it.

I'll see you in there.

I was right about you and him,
weren't I?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

I won't be taken for a fool,
not by anyone.

Bill, you're hurting me!

Oi! What d'you think you're doing?

Just stay out of this.
Get off her.

STOP it!

Worried about lover boy, are you?

Oi! Get up!

Come on, you, get here.

If you ever go near Cathy again,

I'll have you banged up
so fast you won't know what hit you.

For what?
I never did nothing to her.

You just assaulted a police officer.

How long can you get for that,
Sergeant Pratt?

About three to five?

Now you apologise to the lady.

Sorry.

Get in there. Go on. Go on.

You OK?

Cos if he hurt you
I swear to God I'll...

Tart her up and use her to
catch him. Absolutely not.

None of your business, Burns.

I'm making it my business.

What's the point of
having a woman copper,

if you can't use her as bait?
It could get her killed.

We have to do something, don't we?

Otherwise he's just going
to keep going.

See?
She knows what she's talking about.

Are you really going to stand by
and let this happen?

Just simmer down, all of you.

It's a risky strategy.
But if we stage it right

we can guarantee her safety.
We can't guarantee anything.

Nonetheless, I'll authorise it if
Dawson is willing to take the risk.

Yes sir, I am.

That's decided then.
We'll do it tonight.

When it gets dark.

I've lost a whole day's work
stuck in here.

You don't say?

And I didn't get any lunch.

You're lucky you didn't
get my boot up your arse,

and five years inside for what
you did today.

Now are you going to
keep your nose clean,

or are me
and you going to have to have words?

All right.

I can't hear you.

I said, "all right." No more
trouble.

We spread ourselves out
along the route, hiding in twos.

Not too close, but close enough to
come running if anything happens.

Dawson will start our route
here, at the south entrance,

passing through here, here and here,
until she reaches the north gate.

What if nothing happens, Sarge?

Then she turns around
and does the same route back again.

All night if she has to.

Until we catch the sicko. Questions?

What are you doing?

If you're doing this to get
back at me, you win, OK?

I'm begging you,
please, don't do this.

You two want us to clear off?
Give you some privacy?

No, Sergeant.

Right, let's think about
getting you tarted up.

Just had a call from Birmingham.

Woman called Bessie something - says
she lives next door to George Stern.

Has she seen him?
No-one has, apparently.

Which is why his landlord's
chucking his stuff out tomorrow.

She thought you would like to know.

Thanks.

Oh, and your wife called.

At least I think it was your wife.

She asked for you, and then hung up.

Everything all right?

Yeah, fine.

High heels. Bit of skirt,
that should do the job.

We're forgetting one thing.

He likes blondes.

Excuse me, do you have the time?

Yes.

It's just gone seven. Thank you.

I wasted three weeks'
wages on that poxy ring,

and they won't take it back.

I tell you what I won't miss -
I won't miss her in that horrible,

ugly uniform all the time.

Women, eh? Who'd have them?

I mean, it's not too much to ask,
is it?

For your girlfriend to actually
dress like a woman sometimes.

Cathy turned heads.
And didn't she know it.

What I will miss is her
Mum's puddings.

Course, Gina couldn't cook to
save her life.

Yeah, I've made a lucky escape
there, I know that much.

And she was lippy and all.

Eh?

Your Gina. I bet it was her stirring
things up between me and Cathy.

It didn't need much stirring
though, did it, Bill?

You what? Well, you didn't have
to go belt her one did you?

You saying it's my fault?

You have to admit, you've
crossed a line there.

She was two-timing me.

All right.

Maybe if you gave Gina
a good slap once in a

while, she'd have had some
respect for you.

Hey now, I'm not having that!
Having what?!

The truth?!

She was a stuck up cow
and you know it.

You'll take that back.

Or what? Cool it, lads.

Come on! Or what!

Oi, you're barred. Sling your hook.

Don't worry, I'm going.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

How dare you tie her down!

It's for her own safety.

I want to know what's been
going on here?

She broke into my office.

We found her trying to make
an unauthorised phone call.

She was calling me.
She obviously needed my help.

Mr Burns, I
understand you're upset.

Upset? Look at her.

You were supposed to
be making her better.

Come on, darling,
I'm taking you home.

I'm afraid there's no
question of her to leaving.

What are you talking about?
She's my wife.

She is also a very sick woman.

And until I'm satisfied she's no
longer a danger to herself,

or anyone else,
she will remain in my care.

Oh, no.

Sarge, I know him.
Hey good looking.

Not now, Bill, OK?
You?

What... What are you up to?

You look like a right
tart dressed like that.

Ta very much. Kind of suits you
actually. Hair and everything.

All this time I thought
you were dead square.

And here you are,
out on the prowl, eh?

Maybe I picked the wrong woman.

Is this all part of your plan?

What plan?

Break me and Cathy up. Dump Frank.

So you could have me for yourself.

Bill.

I wouldn't go out with you
if you were the last man on earth.

See, now that's what
I'm talking about.

Just wait a minute.

Nothing but lip. It's because
nobody's given you what for.

Get off me! Wait.
He's hurting her!

Stop, police!

Get OFF me! Get off!

You OK?

Yeah.

Get up.

I knew he was bad news, but...

Dawson, what are you still doing
here? Sergeant?

Go with the others.

I've told you, it was her
that came on to me.

It was nothing.

The sergeant told you to shut up!

Wait!

Hold on! Wait!

How many times?

My car wouldn't
start, so I was walking home.

And you just happened to assault
a woman on the way?

Look, I know Gina's
one of your lot...

That's Officer Dawson to you.

All right.
She's not as innocent as she looks.

Yeah, I roughed her up a bit but,

she broke my best mate's heart.

Ah, well, that's very sweet. And
what's your excuse for this morning,

when you were attacking
Miss Sinclair?

Now that was a misunderstanding.

I'd never lay a finger on Cathy.

You're a liar!

Whoa, take it easy!

Cool it, Coulson.

All right?

Take a walk.

Yes, Sergeant.

He's got a screw loose, that one.

Watch your mouth.

So, let's talk about your
relationship with Miss Sinclair.

You made her dye her hair blonde,
is that right?

So what?

Is that why you chose the others?

I told you, there were no others.

Don't play innocent with me, son.

I don't know what you're talking
about. I'm talking about you,

hanging - for murder.

Is that clear enough for you, is it?

Eddie, have you seen Dawson?

She got a lift back in the van.

Yeah, well, the lads said
she was with you.

What? No, she was told to go back
with the others.

Well she's not here.

Oh, my God.

Hello? Brinford 683.

Speaking.

Joe? Who is it?

No, she hasn't come home yet.

Has something happened?

What do you mean something went
wrong?

What, I don't...

Joe, who is it?

It's Sergeant Pratt
from the station.

He says Gina's gone missing.

It's no use.
I'm telling you she's not here.

Well, let's just keep looking,
we're got to find her.

Sergeant Fenton.

Oil.

You promise you'll be quiet?

Well, what's your name, angel?

Gina.

Gina.

What is this?

I know you.

You're that policewoman.

They'll be looking for me.

They'll be here any minute.

No. No, no, no, no, they can't be.

They don't know where you are.

They'll work it out.

They always do,
when it's one of their own.

It's just a matter of time.
Shut up!

They know you killed
Patricia Buckley.

I never meant to kill her.
I just wanted her to stop screaming.

If you give yourself up now,

they'll make it easier for you.

I'll make sure of it.

No. No, no.

How could you have let this happen?

You people are supposed
to protect her,

not send her out alone to let God
knows what happened to her.

I'm so sorry, Mr and Mrs Dawson.
I take full responsibility.

If I know our Gina,
she'd have insisted on going.

Isn't that right, Chief Inspector?

Here you are Mrs Dawson.

Sir, still no answer
from Burns' house.

Get someone over there now.
We need him here.

Still nothing in the park, sir,

but I've left some men
to continue the search.

Oh, and I've compared the second
set of tyre tracks with the first.

And are they a match?

Yes sir, it's a Ford 8.
And the oil stain's identical

to where he dumped
the last girl's body.

Sergeant Fenton,
these are Constable Dawson's parents.

Mr Dawson.

Mrs Dawson.

I'd like to join the search
if I may. I was in Special Ops.

Mr Dawson, we appreciate the offer,
but it's probably best for you

and your wife to return home.

Should Gina get in touch,
you'll want to be there.

Oh, Joe! The last time I spoke
to her, I said some awful things.

What if...? They'll find her.

I won't be long.

Is this Sarah Stern? Yes, that's her.

Excuse me.

'I have to keep you safe.'

You do whatever it takes.

Please! Please. Let go of me.

Shut up.

What are you going to do?

Don't make this worse
than it needs to be.

You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do.

I know why you came down here,
Stanley.

This is where it all began, isn't it?

What did you call me?

That's your real name, isn't it?
Stanley Collins.

That was before.
You're to call me George.

You don't have to pretend to be
someone else any more, Stanley.

Sarah's gone.

You don't know
anything about my mother.

I know she took you away
from your real family.

They never loved me like she did.

Who wants a gingerbread man? Who's
going to be a good boy? Stanley!

William.

She was an angel,
sent from Heaven to save me.

Mm. Mm.

I'm glad Sarah loved you.

Every little boy
deserves to be loved.

But what about William?

Stanley! William!

Go home! Where are you going?

He was your friend.

Did William deserve
what happened to him?

Mother had to keep me safe.

She said she didn't hurt him.
She just gave him back to God.

Do you really believe that?

Stay there!

Sarah. William's dropped
his glasses.

I should have helped him.

What could you have done?

You were just a little boy.

You don't care about me.
Of course I do.

I know how much you've suffered.

You loved Sarah

but you were frightened
of her too, weren't you?

Because she killed your friend
and she took you away.

And there was no-one in the world
who could help.

No, Buckley. Patricia.

Just read it out to me, will you?

Right. They found fibres,
most likely from a woollen coat,

and traces of iron ore
under her fingernails.

Iron ore? Could she have got
that from the park?

No, they cross checked it
with a soil sample.

So, she got it off him then.
Maybe in the struggle?

So, where would he have been to have
come into contact with iron ore?

The foundry.
Or the mine, next to it.

Wait, isn't that where
William Parker's body was found?

Well, what are you waiting for? Go!

Hello?

Mr Stern?

Police!

Gina!

Run, run, as fast as you can.

Agh!

Agh!

Agh!

Aaagh!

No. Please!
You don't want to kill me.

Stanley! I told you. Stanley's gone.
Let her go!

Stay back.
Just put the knife down. It's over.

I want every inch
of this place searched!

You three start with the mine,
we'll take the foundry.

Move it, get out!

Um, Sarge!

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the rape

and murder of Patricia Buckley.

You are not obliged to say anything

but anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Put him in the van.
Did he hurt you? No.

See? What did I tell you?
There's not a scratch on her.

The tragic case of two missing boys,

snatched from our community in 1926,
was never officially closed.

In all these years,
the Brinford Police never stopped

searching for answers.

Today we have those answers,

and they are sobering indeed.

They lead us to the very heart
of what it means to create a monster.

But such reflections
are for another time.

Right now we must rejoice in
the fact that the streets of Brinford

are a safer place tonight,
thanks to the bravery of my officers.

Chief Superintendent Coulson?

When can we expect you
to announce your promotion to Assistant Chief Constable?

Any announcements
will be made in good time.

Thank you all for coming.

Are you coming back with us?

I think I'll stay for a bit.

It's OK, Mum.
I'll be home soon, I promise.

How are you holding up? You know me.

Takes more than a knife-wielding
maniac to get me down.

I've never been so scared.

Don't ever scare me like that again.

I'll try.

You should go.

Please don't report DI Burns.
I'll go quietly.

And how would it look if my star
officer were to suddenly leave, hm?

Look at you, you're a mess!

Why don't you run along
and freshen up?

Yes, sir.

Where is everyone? Out celebrating
with the Chief, I think. Oh!

I'll walk out with you.

Tell you what, how about you and me
go out for a drink?

I should get going myself really.
Go on, just the one.

Who says the men should
have all the fun?

There she is!

Did you know about this?

Well, it ain't a party
without girls, is it?

Now that our guest of honour's here,
I'd like to say a few words.

No doubt there were one or two
of you who thought that having

a woman in our midst
might be a waste of time.

That she might not be able
to match up to the men.

Well, I think we can all agree
that Officer Dawson

well and truly proved
her mettle today.

Here, here! Here, here!

Which is why I shall be
commending her for a bravery award.

So, let's all raise our glasses

to our very own
Woman Police Constable WPC 56.

WPC 56!

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