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Ow!

No, I'm really not happy with
the arrangements for this evening.

Couple of things.

You say you can fit an extra
ten people in the alcove

by the window, but I've seen
that alcove, and, with respect,

a romantic meal for two
would be a squeeze.

It's my sister's baby shower and
I need everything to be perfect.

Listen, I'm coming over now.

To show you how
the seating can work.

Honestly, it's no trouble.
See you in a minute.

SHE SIGHS

BIRDSONG

CAR REVS LOUDLY

ON PHONE: '999, emergency...'

CRASHING

BRAKES SCREECH

CAR DOOR SHUTS

CAR REVS AND DRIVES OFF

DCI Andy Steemson.
This is DS Karen Wretzky.

Nikki Alexander, pathologist.

Jack Hodgson, forensics.

I know what you're thinking.

It's only been 24 hours
since Lucy disappeared,

but there's something
we're keeping under wraps.

We got a one-second 999 call
from her mobile at 9.23am.

Nothing audible. Well, it should
help with the location at least.

Only picked up on the one mast.

So we can't triangulate. No.

Traces of what looks like blood and
maybe fingerprints were found here -

the samples are on their way to you.

Of course, it's still possible that
she walked off into the sunset,

but I want to rule out that she was
taken by force from this location.

I also want to rule out
that she's in this location.

OK.

Let me spell it out.
A missing girl. A big search party.

A media circus.

Couple of days later, the body
shows up in her home,

in the attic or cellar, usually.
It's been there all the time.

That's not going to happen
on my watch.

You want a forensic guarantee

there's not a dead body
on the premises...

basically?

Basically, yeah.

Fine. Then we'll need
the run of the house.

OK.

He grows on you.

I look forward to it.

SHE SNIFFS

Getting that burnt smell?

Mm.

This is a big place
for a primary school teacher.

Hm.

I'm thinking family money.

Got some bike treads here.

No bike.

Jack?

What is that?

I think it was... a cake.

Who bakes a cake then disappears
into the sunset?

HE KNOCKS

Haven't you got a rehearsal?

No.

Want me to run you in?

No.

Someone got a hangover
by any chance?

No.

You've got two minutes.
I'll make toast to go.

Dad, I've got four lines.

I don't want to spend my Sunday
waiting to say them. Please!

Mum won't be happy.

Mum's not going to remember
unless you tell her.

Wow. They're searching the lane.

Think they've found her?

No idea. Tell you what, though,
forget about the rehearsal.

Dad, I can look after myself.

Fair enough. Off you go, then.

WHIMPERING

WHIMPERING CONTINUES

I found a cycling app on Lucy's
laptop - it uploaded automatically

and tells us she cycled 3.75 miles
on the morning she vanished.

What time was it activated?

Um, 9.10.

So, she triggered the program
as she left her house...

I'm ahead of you.

Sorry.

Traffic cams on the main road

were checked for the morning
she went missing. No sightings? No.

Leaving five
surrounding lanes and a B-road.

We've got something - bang
on 3.75 miles from her house.

WHIMPERING

SHE GROANS AND CRIES

'We believe Lucy left her home
in Felking, Surrey, at around 9am

'on Saturday morning and that she
was riding

'the bike in this photograph.

'Did anyone see her
in that area at that time?

'Whoever's taken my sister, Lucy
is a good person to her bones.

'She'd help anyone in any situation,

'and I want her back.
I NEED her back.'

MOBILE RINGS

Hello.

All right, I'll be there
in 30 minutes.

Hiya. Thomas Chamberlain.

DS Steele. Maureen to my friends.

Right.

She's got track marks on both arms.
Looks like a user.

Just saying.

Ah! I used to have one of them!

I couldn't get those
little tapes any more.

Bloke on Tottenham Court Road
still sells them.

Yeah? When we're done,
give me his details, would you?

Gladly.

Victim is female, no apparent ID,
and is lying on her back.

There's a single,
penetrating wound to her chest,

dusting of fine white powder
to her tracksuit.

Got to be coke, right?

Well, yes... or talcum powder.

Either way, she's not a primary
school teacher, that's for sure.

What is it with bank holiday
weekends and girls going missing?

I blame the tabloids myself.

Check for a planar distribution
of any injuries in case she fell

or was thrown from the road above.

Who called this in?

Council engineer.
Routine checks on the bridge struts.

He was getting back into his van
when, thank God, he found the body.

If she was dumped from up there,

killer's on camera one side
of the bridge or the other.

Well, I'll get on with
the postmortem, if that suits.

Before you do, do me a favour?

What?

Run her prints.

If she hasn't got a record
a mile long, I'll take it all back.

Bike gets dragged under the car...

Paint's a visual match
to Lucy's bike -

manufacturer will confirm that.

Now we know the road she took,
we can do targeted house-to-house...

Strand of hair!

Must've hit her at speed to send her
off the road at this height.

Brake marks on the
asphalt back that up.

Bastard.

Tread prints?

Jack?

We'll see, but when wheels lock up,
all you tend to get is burnt rubber.

We need to search these woods now
in case she came round and wandered off.

What, you're not hopeful?

That velocity and impact - no.

Given that her bike
and phone are missing,

it's more likely the assailant
removed her body from the scene.

You'll be pleased to know
you were entirely correct.

About our victim?

Mm-hm. Tina Lunt, 32.

Long record for theft and
possession - coke and cannabis -

nothing for a couple of years,
though.

She's listed as divorced,
ten-year-old son.

Jack, I need you to check out
the white powder on this tracksuit.

Sure. Just leave it on my desk.

Right. When do you think you might
get round to it?

Er, this afternoon, the earliest.
Might need a gentle nudge.

Count on it.

Although both arms bear scars
suggestive of needle-use,

the marks are old -
months, possibly years -

no evidence of recent activity.

Maybe she was smoking it?

Yeah,
why don't we see what tox says?

There's some kind of metal object
embedded in her chest.

Can you see?

Oh.

Clean, neat entry wound. Right.

Let's have a look at it.

My God.

It's a fork screwdriver.

The tip of the screwdriver has been
bent at a 45-degree angle.

The metal is discoloured
with a mottled sheen,

suggesting it's been heated
and recast.

There's also, can you see,
crisscross markings on the shaft,

possibly from being
clamped in a vice.

Wow.

You see these plastic flakes
in the wound?

Yeah. She was stabbed with such
force, the handle broke clean off.

That's unusual?

Very. Tool handles are made with
cellulose acetate -

noted for its extreme durability.

All of which suggests
it was done deliberately.

And that couldn't have bent
when it struck her sternum?

No.

So, what kind of person needs to
modify the end of a screwdriver?

Did you see or hear anything unusual
yesterday morning?

Car alarm.

That's right. My car alarm went off.

I didn't hear it because
our bedroom faces the back.

And you sleep like a donkey.

That, too. Yep.

It woke you up, though?

I went out and checked on the car.

Nothing suspicious - no indication
why it'd gone off.

Has that happened before?

Once or twice. Not lately.

I just turned it off.

What time was that?
When you were out on the drive?

It was about nine, I think.

Maybe a bit after.

Mr Timpson, that's exactly when we
think Lucy cycled past on the lane.

You're sure you didn't see her?

Positive.

What about a vehicle?

I'm sorry. I just shut off
the alarm, went back to bed.

It was my day off.

What do you do?

I'm a GP.

You're married?

My wife's in her study
if you need to speak to her.

Was she around Saturday morning?

She was asleep next to me.

I saw someone this morning
in the lane...

big guy in his 30s.

He was weird.

He pulled up across the road,
just staring at the house.

When he saw me, he drove off.

Do you remember what kind
of car? The colour?

Golf... Fiesta? That kind of thing.
Black or navy.

You definitely didn't recognise him?

Why?

Guess I'm just wondering

whether he was watching the house
or watching you.

Good, we got the CT scan back.

Seems the shaft made an upward,
diagonally-oriented chest wound,

penetrated the pleural cavity here
and was cause of death.

I don't get it.

It must've gone through the flesh
with massive force

not to tear the surrounding skin...

See these fragments of bone?
Smashed right through her sternum.

So, what, we're looking for
a body-builder? A giant?

Maybe to the former,
no to the latter.

If you were going to stab me
with a screwdriver, DS Steele,

how would you do it?

Go on, show me.

Yeah, classic stabbing movement.
Downward arc.

But a downward arc
yields a downward wound tract.

What, and we've got the opposite?

Yeah. Upward trajectory - so either
our killer is three foot tall

or they stabbed her from some kind
of lowered position,

but that would've resulted in a far
messier entry wound.

Clarissa?

Tox is back on Tina Lunt -
clean for drugs and alcohol.

Fancy a trip to her flat
in Hounslow?

SHE GROANS

SHE CRIES OUT

Oh. OK. Thanks.

Bad news?

No traffic cams on the bridge.

Nearest one is the other side
of a six-outlet roundabout.

Oh, so, no way of telling which
vehicles went over the bridge?

And they whine about us being
the CCTV capital of the world...

Oh, hang on. We should get uniforms
to sweep, shouldn't we?

Oh, sod that.

Hello?

Oh...

Jesus! You all right?

Yes. Go on!

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Oh!

Did you get his registration
number?

If you remember anything else,
please call us.

Thank you.

FOOTSTEPS

That was the police.

I heard.

Why did you have to tell them about
the bloody car alarm?

When you turned the alarm off,
was Alec's Land Rover outside?

You're getting in a state
about nothing.

Was it parked outside?

No, I don't think so.

But that doesn't mean much.

He always parks beside the
guesthouse,

and you can't see back there
from the drive.

SHE GROANS

Find anything?

Five empty beer bottles. No alcohol
in Tina's blood, remember.

Could be our runner's?

Yeah. What do you think?
Came back here to clean up?

No sign of a mobile?

No.

Empty, but still a mess.
Bit like my place.

DS Steele.

Same crisscross markings as the one
I extracted from Tina's chest.

What was she into?

Something tells me our runner
might've had an inkling.

All right. Don't rub it in.

Christ.

It's probably been like this
for days.

Sell-by date tomorrow.

So?

So, it means he could've
been here on Friday night.

Ellie...

Like you said, we wouldn't know.

OK, so he was here on Friday night?
So what?

What are you worried about?

I don't know.

You can't think Alec's
got anything to do with this girl?

No!

No, of course not.

So...?

It doesn't matter what I think.

If they find out about Alec,
they'll...

They'll be all over him like a rash.

He won't survive it, not again.

SHE GRUNTS

Isn't this a bit excessive?

I hope so.

What's going on?

Just having a bit of a clear-out.

That's Alec's coat.
Why are you chucking it out?

It's falling apart.

It's his coat.

Jessica, please, what do you want?

I'm sure your brother
can look after himself.

Can he?

I'm not so sure.

Is that dope?

I thought the first rule of Alec
using the guesthouse was no guests,

female or otherwise?

Jessica.

What?

How do you know?

It's my lipstick.
She's always borrowing it.

I'll talk to Jess.
I'm better at that stuff than you.

It's not her I'm angry with.

RINGING

RINGING CONTINUES

'Please leave a message after the tone.'
BEEP

Alec, listen, it's very important that you
don't use the guesthouse for a bit.

Don't even come to the house.

Um... I'll explain
when I speak to you.

Jessica?

Jessica, are you OK?

Yeah. Sorry. I'll turn around.

OK.

RINGING

Just finishing up here, sir. Yep...

HOOTS HORN

Hey! Watch out!

Are you all right?

No, I'm fine. Yep, sorry.

ENGINE

DOOR CLOSES

DOOR CREAKS

Ah!

BREATHES HEAVILY

CLATTERING

You didn't call me back.

Want a drink or something?

No, no, I'm fine.

You got my message?

Yes.

Some girl has gone missing?

Just down the road from us.
All things considered, I...

I think it would be best if you...

What? If I... If I stayed away?

Of course. Fine. I'll stay away.

OK.

Last week, which night did you
stay at the guesthouse?

Um... Tuesday, Wednesday I was
panelling at the golf club...

..er... Thursday night.

Not Friday night?

Why are you asking?

The girl went missing
on Saturday morning.

If they found out that you
were in the area...

..we all know how quickly
they jump to conclusions.

What about you, Ellie?

Are you jumping to any conclusions?

That is not fair, Alec.

But it's true.

Back then, do you think
that I would've lied for you?

Do you think I would have given you
an alibi if I'd had any doubts whatsoever?

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Lucy has a swallow tattoo
on her left wrist.

No visible decomposition. She
can't have been in the water long.

You think he dumped her today?

I'd say in the last two
to four hours.

He's confident.

I swabbed the tool kit -
multiple prints and DNA samples,

mostly belonging to Tina herself.

What about the lager bottles?

Well, again, multiple prints and DNA,

but only one overlapping with
the samples from the tool kit.

Belonging to a Wesley Beale.

His CV reads like
a criminal decathlon.

That's him. That's the man I chased.

You chased someone?

Yeah.

Is there CCTV?

What have we got - blackmail,
housebreaking, drug dealing...

And that's just the shit
we nicked him for.

Current address? Er, no,

but last time he was arrested,
he gave Maconi's car mechanics

in Hounslow as his place of
employment.

Owner Marc Maconi nicked
but not charged back in '04

for stealing stereos and airbags.

Off-limits, I'm afraid -
as he didn't do it.

Weasley Beale worked here, right?

About two years ago. So what?

When did you last see him?

We didn't stay in touch.

Aww, did you and Wesley
have a falling out(?)

After he got busted, you lot
turned this place over for days.

And that was a cause
for concern, was it?

Loss of trade was my concern,
nothing else.

So, do you know where we might
find Wesley? No.

Oi! What, you lost or something?

Need a warrant to be
nosing about in here.

You got one?

No. Well, it's trespassing,
then, innit?

And if you're trespassing...

If I'm trespassing, what?

Then the law's on my side.

Wouldn't bet on it, mate.

Let's go.

What was that about?

You get anything on Beale?

Nope.

RINGING

Thomas.

Jack. Have you checked out the
white powder on that tracksuit?

Sorry, haven't got to it yet.

Right.

I did say you might need
to nudge me.

Yeah, well, consider this a nudge.
First and last.

He hung up on me!

There's a deep ligature
wound to the throat.

Skin damage has released a serum that's
dried out in patches in a parchment effect -

that could be consistent
with death by strangulation.

Left earlobe's torn - a wound
often caused by a snagged earring.

Could've happened
when she came off the bike?

Hm, scabbing over the wound suggests it was
sustained at least a week ago - maybe longer.

We'll ask her sister about it.

A clump of her hair's been cut off.

Trophy?

The lack of lividity and general decomposition
suggests she died between 12 and 24 hours ago.

So, where was he keeping her
since Saturday morning?

Two distinct injuries to the skull.
One, here -

to the side...

..where we can see bark
embedded in the flesh.

This one's partially healed.

Well, that makes sense - we know she
didn't die when he ran her down.

Second head injury...

..right on the back of the skull.

Unhealed.

And there's what look like
cement chips in this wound.

So, he hits her head against a wall?
The floor?

And with massive force - it staved
in the rear of her skull.

Death would've been
almost instantaneous.

So, what killed her? The ligature
wound or the smashed skull?

I don't know.

Yet.

So, given the victim's criminal
history, I thought I'd start

with a wet chemistry test
to see if the powder was cocaine.

Negative? Negative.

So, I spun it down in this guy,
checked it under the scope.

It's cornstarch.

Cornstarch?

Which is found pretty much
everywhere.

But the dispersal of the powder -
not just all over the clothes

but embedded in the fabric -
prompted a best guess.

I think your victim was in
a car where the air bag exploded.

Maconi has form for stolen airbags.

That's leverage.

He tells us where Beale is

or we take our time turning his
garage over.

Yeah, starting with that
machine room upstairs.

Marks on his vice match marks on
Tina's screwdrivers.

My guess is she's into air-bag theft

and bent the tips to prise
them out...

Always happy to help!

There's no bruising in the
musculature of the neck.

OK.

The hyoid bone is fractured,
but there's no bleeding.

And that tells you what?

That the ligature wound
was inflicted after death.

The skull fracture killed her?

Making strangulation redundant.

Maybe not.
Maybe that was the main event.

I worked on
a serial case when I was a DC.

The guy's thing
was posthumous mutilation.

He killed his victims with
a hammer and then had his fun.

He's confident,
careful and forensically aware.

I'd be very surprised
if he hadn't killed before.

I might be able to help with a
timeline on the injury to Lucy's ear.

How?

A recent selfie.
Uploaded automatically to her cloud.

Yeah.

Note... there, the lovely -
but snaggable - earrings.

Photo was taken nine days ago.

You thought the ear injury
was over a week old.

Could have just been
a sartorial mishap.

But it would be nice to be sure.

If you'd nothing to hide, Mr Beale,
why did you run?

You never said you was police!

You never gave us much chance.

I didn't know who you were.

Tina had a lot of dodgy mates,
God rest her soul.

God rest her soul.

Dumped in wasteland.
Talk about insult to injury.

That's where you found her?

Where is this place?

I ask the questions, Wesley.

Your finger prints are all over
these screwdrivers.

Want to tell me what the
angled tips are about?

No idea.

I think they make it easier to prise
the airbags out without them deploying.

That's your line of work, isn't it?
Airbags. One of them, anyway.

Well, what happened?
You and Tina have a falling out?

She didn't want to do it any more?

And you found another use
for your screwdrivers?

KNOCKING

You got a minute?

We swept his car and his flat.

There's no sign
of any air-bag residue.

Shit!

You said whoever killed Tina
had superhuman strength?

Well, I didn't use
those precise words.

Oh, whatever. He's a big bastard,
isn't he?

I haven't got
a thing to hold him on.

I'm sorry to put you
through this, Alice.

It's OK.

Look like them?

They were Mum's.

Is that your husband outside?

Yes. He's waiting to take me home.

So, Lucy lived here all by herself?

You can ask.

Why didn't big sister
get the big house?

My parents cut me out of their will.

They were worried whatever money they
left me would've gone straight up my nose.

Back then, they were probably right.

The blood found here
matched Lucy's DNA.

Lucy told her sister
that she caught her earring

on a bush getting out of a taxi.

But even if the taxi didn't
drop her at the front door...

Seems a stretch
she'd stumble into the bushes.

So, why lie about it?

We'll swab for DNA, but there's an outside
chance you won't have to wait that long.

Why not?

Partial print in the blood.

Probably Lucy's,
but it's on the large side.

Not Lucy's.

Christ! That's Alice's husband.

Lucy's blood. Your fingerprint.

With your record, I'm thinking
you wanted drug money.

When Alice's parents
cut her out of their will,

Lucy promised
that she'd get her share.

She reneged?

They died within a month of each
other two years ago.

We never saw a penny.

And Alice with a baby on the way.

Exactly, and we've been clean
for more than a year.

Both of us.

So, you confronted her?

What do you want, Jasper?

Can I come in a second, please?

My financial affairs
are between me and my sister.

Well,
your sister's carrying my child.

If she wants to play happy families
with a junkie, that's her prerogative.

Oh!

If... If she'd have just talked
to me in a civilised way...

Where were you Saturday morning?

At home.

With Alice?

No, she had an antenatal class.

You must've been crapping yourself
she'd tell Alice what you'd done.

That was motive enough to shut
Lucy up, and if it wasn't?

Well, there's the massive sweetener
that with her gone, Alice would inherit

and you'd be moved into that big
house before the baby was born.

That is NOT what happened.

Prove it.
- No. That's your job.

Alice. There's something
you need to know about Jasper.

Tell me you've got something,
please?

Jasper's car tyres match the width
of the brake marks on the lane.

We can compare rubber samples
all day long, but it's not DNA.

What does he do? Jasper?

He taught creative writing.

Interesting.

Why?

Well, if you're right about him,

we could be looking at some
very creative staging.

He runs Lucy down
but she doesn't die.

He doesn't have the stomach
to kill her with his bare hands,

so he keeps her somewhere
while he summons the courage.

When it comes to disposal,

he does everything he can
to suggest a psychosexual motive.

The severed hair, the body left
naked, the posthumous strangulation.

All misdirection.

He is arrogant enough to try that
on, but I need more than theories.

If it wasn't for the water we would
know more about where he kept her.

There is one place that we
haven't looked. Her turbinates.

The cavities in her nose.

Not usually examined at PM,
but they can trap material

not detectable elsewhere on the body.

Listen, please...

There's nothing
I want to hear you say.

She was never going to give us
the money. Never.

I-I was thinking of our baby!

My baby!

I ran the washings
from Lucy Chatham's turbinates -

nothing out of the ordinary
except trace levels of cornstarch.

Cornstarch?

What?

Thomas!
You're going to want to see this.

What is it?
What's this sample from?

This is cornstarch
found on their victim, Tina Lunt.

As you know, I think it's from
an air bag. Yeah, and...?

And Clarissa's just retrieved cornstarch
powder from Lucy Chatham's turbinates.

The samples are identical.

Hang on, hang on...

If they are from airbags,

then surely hundreds are deployed
every day, yeah?

But the majority have
silicate filling, not cornstarch.

What are the chances of two women
being murdered within a day

of each other coming into contact
with the same cornstarch powder?

Bloody slim, I'd say.

We're working the same case.

Do you have a suspect in your case?

Listen... I'm not stupid.

When nice people like you don't
call the police, that's unusual.

When you start moving dead bodies,
that's just plain weird.

I don't want an explanation.
I just want paying.

MOBILE RINGS

SHE KNOCKS

VEHICLE APPROACHES

VEHICLE REVS LOUDLY

CRASHING
Argh!

Argh!
CRUNCHING

HE GASPS

If this is the same killer,
he's learning fast.

We know from Lucy that you blow up
when things don't go your way.

Is that what happened to Beale?

You were found innocent, so why did
you change your name?

And I know her well enough
to know when she's lying.

I think they've seen each other.

It's very important you don't take
any more calls, Jess.

The police will be tracking your phone.
- What...?

It's our worst decisions
that define us, Nikki -

they're the ones we have to live by.