02x04 - Episode 4

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I know him.
He's the bloke they let out on bail yesterday.

Look what they've done to Daryl.

This is the lads you
let off with a caution.

Come on.
I'll nip this in the bud.

- I will scream.
- You shouldn't have done it!

We've got a bit of a weirdo
doing the rounds.

He's k*lled three girls.
You need to be aware, all right?

- Leonie, are you listening?
- Yeah.

Are we looking at
the same k*ller?

Yeah. Not as frenzied.
But, yeah.

You k*lled my mother,
you filthy bitch!

You're going to get what's
coming to you!

- Do you want to go for a drink sometime?
- OK.

She is poison.

She needs putting out of her
misery, that one.

I know we try not to have
nasty thoughts, Frances,

but...

It's very good of you to turn out
in the middle of the night.

- It's fine.
- It's just...those other two

didn't seem to take
it seriously at all.

She's here, love.
And they were both women.

They're Specials, part-timers,
If it's who I think it is.

Course, my first thought
when she rang me was,

"Well, what if it's him?"

So why weren't
they thinking the same thing?

Well, God knows.
Hello, Leonie.

He would have strangled her,

if she hadn't managed to
raise the alarm,

and if this other lass hadn't been
just round the corner.

Tell me about this other lass.

Kelsey. She just lives up the road.
I can give you her number.

It was her that rang 999.

Have you got something
I can write with?

Leonie, listen, love, listen to me.

You're doing really well,
you're being really brave.

So what's going to happen now

is I'm going to take
a few details...

- Will this do?
- Ta.

..and then I'm going to take you
down to the station with me.

You need to make a statement.

Leonie, look at me.

Annette can come
with us if you like.

Would you like that?

One of the officers...

One of the other officers,
I can't do it,

because I'm not on duty, but it'll
be a woman, it won't be a man,

she'll need to go through the early
evidence kit with you...

That's like your swabs
and everything.

..and then we'll take you over
to Bradford.

There's a proper unit there,
where they can look after you

and someone'll see to you,
a doctor.

They'll make sure that you're safe
and you're comfortable.

I've sat her on a plastic bag
and then...

I'm thinking evidence.

Can you talk me
through what's happened?

I need to hear it from Leonie.

Just...

I were on Stoney Royd Lane...

..and there were three of us.

And he come along in his van.

And I said, I told him...

"It's £5 with,
and without, it's double."

So he knew.

And he said he were fine with that,

so I got in and we went down to
the cricket club,

the car park.

He stank,
he'd been drinking.

They all do.

And then when he gets going, he
decides he wants to do it without.

They do that.

So I said,

"You have to pay me
up front."

And he goes,
"I'll pay you after,"

but they only ever say that
when they haven't enough.

I said,
"Well, it's not happening, then."

But...you know...
And I couldn't stop him.

I was struggling but then
he had his hand on my throat.

He's pressing down on me,
he's inside me without a condom

and I can't breathe.

And he's a big fella and I can
feel meself going red in t'face.

And he goes, "If you don't stop
wriggling, I'm going to shove

"a broken bottle up you."

Did he indeed?

God knows how,

I managed to press
my stiletto into t'steering wheel

and it were more by luck than
management,

but it made the horn go...

..and that shocked the bastard.

Shocked me.

Then...he smacked me
in the face and he's spitting and

calling me all the usual, and
he's going, "Get out, get out!"

- like nasty, and...
- And that's when Kelsey turned up.

She offered to go to t'hospital with
her but these two...

And he's just driven off, then,
or what?

Yeah, when Kelsey
started banging on t'window.

These two uniforms,
or specials, whatever,

they're saying,
"No, we're not going to take you,

"we'll take her
because we're not a taxi service."

Did you tell them
what he'd said to you?

- They didn't ask.
- They didn't take a statement,

they didn't write owt down.
Basically they're saying,

"Oh, right, love, has he not paid
you, then? Boo-hoo."

So did either of you...
of you or Kelsey recognise him?

Is he someone you've been with
before?

No, but she's got his number.

His registration number. Show her.

What sort of vehicle
did you say it was?

- A white van.
- A van.

I'm going to take
a photo of your arm on my phone

and then I'm going to take you
down to the station in my car,

it's just outside,
15 yards down the road.

- Can you manage that?
- It won't be...

It won't be what, love?

Taking swabs.
It won't be them two?

It's not going to be those two that just
dumped her on the doorstep at the hospital,

and said, "If you're still
insisting in the morning

"you've been r*ped,
come back and report it, then"?

No. No, it won't be them two,
Leonie.

I'll be dealing with them two.

You're back.

You've been out for a pizza
and now you're playing pool.

- Hiya, Sarge.
- Do you want some?

Shall I tell you
what I'VE been doing?

I've just briefed the night crew
on an arrest strategy for a fella

that's r*ped
and assaulted a 19-year-old.

They've just gone to pick him up
just now.

She's gone off to the OPAL Unit
in Bradford,

so we can get her properly examined,
and now I'm going to wake

Mr. Shepherd up
and tell him I think

he might want to look at this bloke
because he might - just might -

be the twisted little bastard
that's been k*lling prostitutes.

- Really?
- So what

I want to know from you is...
Yes, really.

What I really want to know
from you is,

when you were called out to assist
her, why you did the absolute minimum

required and why
her friend's ringing me at home

at four o'clock in the morning
to come out and do your job for you.

- We were just...
- You dropped her at the hospital doors.

You didn't even see her inside.

She didn't go in after you'd left.

She was too upset,
she was too frightened.

She stood in the cold for
an hour-and-a-half, frozen rigid,

waiting for a bus to get home.

We were always told to take anything
they said with a pinch of salt,

and it's been a busy night.

We're only just on our meal break
and we're knocking off in an hour.

"They"?
Prostitutes?

We're talking about
a vulnerable 19-year-old.

Her face was bruised,
her neck was bruised.

- That ain't someone crying wolf.
- It was dark.

You didn't even take a statement.
I'm just ignoring that.

No, I'm not.
You've got a torch, haven't you?!

I've had a go
at the night sergeant for sending

a couple of hobby-bobbies out on
a job that needed somebody with

the proper skill set
and a bit more wool on their backs.

And I know it's been a busy night
but, for God's sakes,

there's somebody out there
targeting prostitutes.

Did you not think?

You know, you lot, you come in
and you give us four hours a week,

if we're lucky.
If you can be bothered.

The least you could do
when you get here is engage.

I'm sorry, Sergeant.

Right.
I'm going home for 40 minutes

to say happy birthday
to my grandson,

get changed, then straight back here
in time for the eight o'clock shift.

I'm not reporting you to
professional standards,

although God knows why -
I should be doing.

But, please, just
learn something from it.

You'll need to make statements.
Both of you.

Where've you been?

Oh, I got a phone call.
This lass got r*ped.

- What lass?
- 19-year-old, down in Sowerby Bridge.

Well, what were the night crew
doing?

It's long, it's complicated.

What you doing up?

I couldn't sleep.
And then I heard you set off.

I thought you'd gone up to
Heptonstall

to be with Becky.

No.

No.

I always think about you
on his birthday.

I know you do.

We'll get through it.

We'll get through today

and then we'll get through
the next few weeks.

And then...

Big smiles.

Big smiles.

Shut up!
Neighbours'll complain.

- So what? Good.
- Are you going to open the others?

Or are you just going to spend the
rest of your life balancing on that?

- Can I go to school on it?
- Uphill?

- Does that work?
- It's not ALL uphill.

No. If you're going in the opposite
direction, it's downhill.

Stop trying to blind everybody
with science.

Going to open your cards?
They might be stashed with moolah.

- Who's this from again?
- I've no idea, I told you.

It was on the doorstep,
6:30 this morning.

It's big.
I can tell you that much.

Let's get ripping, I've got to go
to work in five minutes.

- This is from me.
- I know what that is.

The sort you asked for.

Took me best part of
a week to wrap that up

and I got through about
16 rolls of Sellotape.

Who's this one from again, Gran?

I've just said, I don't know,
it was on the doorstep.

Rip it!

Blimey!

My God! Look at that.
I think that might be from me.

- Is it?
- Yeah, yeah.

I got up early specially
to go and put it outside.

- He's lying.
- Actually, I think it might be FOR me.

I think they've put the wrong
name on by mistake.

I think they've got
our birthdays mixed up.

That's...
Who's it from?

I'm going to start speaking Urdu
soon,

then people might understand me
better.

- We don't know.
- Calm down, dear.

Wasn't there a card with it?

No. Not unless
next door's cat's had it.

You know, that's about, like,
150 quid's worth of kit, that.

Nevison.
Nevison Gallagher.

Sean Balmforth.
Date of birth - 17.11.85.

29 years old.

Address - 34 Burley Road,
Illingworth.

He's got a string of convictions

and he's on the Sex
Offender's Register.

Unlawful sexual intercourse
with a 14-year-old.

That was ten years ago.

His van's been seized in connection
with the as*ault

and r*pe of this girl
in the early hours.

Forensics are across it,
I've spoken to the supervisor

and they're aware we're
looking at him for other things.

On an initial visual inspection
they've told me

they've found rope in the back.

Nylon rope. Three separate lengths.

There's also a couple of bags
of rubbish in there,

containing - amongst other things -
a number of beer bottles,

some of which are of the same brand
as those found at the site where

Ana Vasalescu was found
and where Vicky Fleming was found.

So,
once they've charged him

over this business this morning

we'll step in and see if he'd
like to have a conversation with us.

Arresting him?

I'll run everything past the CPS

and, depending on what else
we dig up between now and then...

yeah.
We've got reasonable grounds.

I've got POLSA going through
his house on a Section 18,

we'll get his phone
back from the OPAL Unit

as soon as they've got what they
want from it.

Let's start tracking his movements
over the last five months,

working backwards.

I want to know everything there is
to know about this fella.

I want a list of all his contacts,

his family, his friends,

I want a picture of his daily
routine, his lifestyle,

any employment,

any access to other vehicles
besides this one we've seized.

Bank details, where's he
drawn money out and when?

John, Steve, Jodie,
can we talk

through an interview strategy
in my office in a minute?

John,
have you got a second?

Telecoms found your name and number
in Vicky Fleming's mobile phone.

Do you know?
I had a funny feeling.

I wasn't certain.
But...

two years, eighteen months since?

I was working on a fraud
investigation up

at the building society
and she was...

she was the point of contact.

So, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'd have given her my number.

Blimey.

Mind you, who haven't I given
my number to over the years?

I don't think I spoke to her
more than once or twice.

You should have said.

I wasn't convinced it was her.

I couldn't have told you her name
if you'd been asking me to remember.

Maybe if she'd been working
at the building society now

it would have rung a bell but...

So that's the only contact
you've ever had with her?

Yeah, yeah.

OK. Can you make a statement to
that effect and then it's covered?

Sure.
So do you think this is the fella?

You know as much as me
at the minute.

John, is everything all right
at home? I keep meaning to ask.

Yeah. Well, you know.
Slings and arrows.

Well, you know this door's
always open, don't you?

Yeah.

I mean, except when it's shut.

- Sure.
- Hey, how was your date

with your little job-pissed PCSO?

What date?
What date?

Ann!

Somebody's in bother.

You all right, love?
You're pale. You're quiet.

- I'm fine.
- Yeah?

I'm just... I'm wondering
if I'm starting with flu.

Right.
Well, don't overdo it.

If you start to feel like crap,
you need to be at home. Yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

Your dad knows Sean
Balmforth, doesn't he?

Who?

This fella we picked up
last night.

- He works for your dad.
- Does he? Don't know.

I don't know half the people that
work for me dad.

You don't know anything about what
he's like, then?

Ask me dad.

They'll interview him, that lot.

I just thought you might know him,
I was just being nosey.

Ah, my two favourite
women in uniform.

No, I'm talking to you.

Singing your praises
upstairs this morning,

Mr. Shepherd -
good old-fashioned police work,

picking up this fella last night.

And you,
identifying Vicky Fleming last week.

You both made me look really
good in there today. Well done.

It's the only reason I do anything
is to make you look good, Sir.

And not a hint of sarcasm!
As well...

I had a phone call from HMIT
last night.

Goran Dragovic,
death of.

They are now pursuing it
as m*rder, not su1c1de.

- Really?
- Yup.

- Really?!
- Is that that fella we found hanged?

Yeah.
So, who're they pursuing, then?

The Knezevics?

Well, wouldn't that be lovely?

To actually pin something
on one of the Knezevics.

They won't have got their own hands
mucky, of course. But, you know...

Anything we can do to disrupt

their operations and
get that bit closer.

Every little helps.
Chipping away.

Anyway, yeah, well done,
both of you.

Who are the Knezevics?

They're... You know
how New Jersey has the Sopranos?

Well, Halifax has the Knezevics.

And they ain't no choirboys either.

- How's Ilinka?
- Fine.

Fine. I wish she'd make her mind up
to go home, though.

I'm sick of sleeping
in that conservatory.

You're mad.

You and your dad, or just your dad,
he didn't send our Ryan

a ridiculously expensive birthday
present this morning, did he?

Not that I know of.

You do realise it's ten to nine?

No, it's not.

Are you dropping him off?

Yeah, yeah. Come on, turn it off.
Ryan, off.

Ryan, Ry... I'm switching it off.

Why do I have to go to
school on my birthday?

You're going to be
LATE on your birthday.

Come on. You can play with it
as much as you want at tea-time.

- Have a nice day.
- Where's me dinner gone?

- Bye.
- Bye.

What a piece of sh*t.

- Here he is, look.
- Y'all right, Flash?

What were you doing grassing us up
to t'police?

We were only having a bit of fun, no
reason to grass us up to the 5-0, is there?

- We're your mates.
- The only mates you'll ever have.

- Nice trip, love?
- Go on, pick your stuff up.

He don't say much, does he?
You don't say much, Flash.

Yeah, like, how about,
"Sorry, lads,

"sorry for grassing you up to
the feds,

"sorry for being such
a sad little twat,

"such a sad
little mummy's boy twat."

Is it true you shag
your own mother, Flash?

- Does he?!
- He don't want to, like,

but she makes him
because she's a whore.

I heard he shags sheep.

He does that and all but can't tell
t'difference up there in the dark, eh?

Can you not?
Can he not?

Can you not, Flash?

What you doing?
You f*cking idiot!

Relax, Flash!
Put it down!

Just put it down!

Afternoon.

He's in here.

How are you doing there,
Daryl?

I don't know what's happened
exactly, but...

I think Daryl knows why
we're here. Don't you, Daryl?

I know he gets provoked.

They might have all been charged,
that lot,

but they're all out on bail -
every one of them -

and he still has to go down there
and buy his tobacco and his filters.

Let's turn this telly off, Daryl.
Come on, this is serious.

If he has done something, it can't be
worse than what they've done to him.

So you know what's happened
this morning, Daryl? Yeah?

Yeah? We've had a report you've
been involved in an altercation,

and you've been to your car
and you've pulled out a lump hammer.

- Has he?
- And you've att*cked people

and, you know, that's
an arrestable offence, isn't it?

Having an offensive
w*apon in a public place.

- He'd never...
- It's all on CCTV.

So, Daryl, I'm arresting you.
Do you understand?

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

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be
given in evidence.

- Could you stand up, please?
- They start it. Every time.

Yeah, I know, but what's happened
has happened now,

and you can put your side of it
across when you're interviewed,

so come on, stand up.
Let's get it over with for you.

- Where are you taking him?
- Halifax.

Shall I follow on in my car?

I wouldn't. You'll only be sat
outside for hours waiting.

- He needs someone with him.
- You won't be allowed in with him.

- Why?
- Because he's under arrest.

Well, how long will he be?

How long is a piece of string?

Well, what am I supposed to do?

I'll get someone to ring you
to come and pick him up

when we're done with him.
Where's your car keys, Daryl?

Here.

It's on t'floor
in the passenger seat.

9242, I've got a 112 for possession
of an offensive w*apon.

I'm on my way with him.

OK, Sean, you do not have to say
anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention now

something which you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say
will be given in evidence.

You are charged that
on 12th September 2015

in Sowerby Bridge,

that you intentionally
penetrated the vag*na

of a woman with your penis
when she did not consent

and you did not reasonably believe
that she was consenting,

contrary to section one of
the Sexual Offences Act 2003.

You are also charged
on 12th September 2015,

in Sowerby Bridge,
that you assaulted

the same woman,
causing her Actual Bodily Harm,

contrary to Section 47 of the
Offences Against The Person Act 1861.

Have you anything you'd like to say?

I paid her. She's a prost*tute.

Just wait there for me, please.

Hello, Sean. I'm Detective Inspector
Shackleton, HMET,

and I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the m*rder

of Ana Vasalescu,
Aurelija Petrovic,

Lynn Dewhurst and
Victoria Fleming.

- You what?
- You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention...

- What are you talking about?
- ..something which

you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say

No, no...
may be given in evidence.

- You can't fit me up for everything!
- You're going back to your cell now, Sean...

Do something! Say something!

You're going back
to your cell...

I'm not going back in my cell.
I'm going home!

I'm going to have a conversation
with your solicitor, OK?

No, it's not O-sh1tting-K!
I don't know who them people are!

Who are they?
Who are they?

Who are they?!

This Daryl
lad's kicking off downstairs.

He won't have his DNA
or his fingerprints done.

They thought you might like to
have a cr*ck at persuading him

before they force him.

- No, I don't want to!
- All right, are you ready?

No!
Get away...

Now, then, Daryl,
why aren't you co-operating?

You said you were going to deal with
them and nip it in the bud.

I shouldn't even be here.

They were arrested and charged and they'll
be up in court in the next few weeks,

and I'll go there and speak
to them again, you know...

but, with the best will in the world,
there's only so much we can do

and, frankly, this silly business
doesn't help -

because it just perpetuates
the bad feeling.

- They're animals.
- Yup.

They shouldn't be allowed to walk,
allowed to exist, to breathe...

And now you've gone and shattered one of
their collar bones with a lump hammer.

Are you going to let me do this?

It doesn't hurt.

We're back!

There's a card
on the mantelpiece, Ryan!

I found it in that box.

Who's it from?

I didn't open it -
it wasn't addressed to me.

Do you want some tea?

Yeah.

Gran, you race that one
and I'll race this one.

Are you going to open this card
and see who it's from?

Cos, whoever it is,
I think you need to send them

a note to say
a very big thank-you, don't you?

Yeah, you open it.

It's not addressed to me.

I'm giving you permission.

Come on, hurry up,
I'm going to b*at you.

There's a year's supply of
birthday cake in the kitchen,

if anybody's interested.

- Right, get that dismantled, now.
- What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- What's up, Catherine?

Get it back in the box. In the bin.
Straight in the bin!

We can't keep it, I'm sorry.

- Bastard.
- Why not? What are you on about?

- The bastard. Oh, my God.
- What's up?

Your granny's right,
we can't keep it.

What do you mean "we"?
It's not yours, it's mine!

Well, it's either him
or some nasty bastard

playing stupid, dumb,
little games.

What is?
What is?

- It's from your dad.
- Yeah, just get a bin bag.

- No!
- Sorry.

You can't throw away my things!
It's mine!

He's not allowed to have any contact
with you. This is illegal.

It's bad, it's wrong, it's evil...
He's trying to mess about with us!

- It's a Scalextric!
- Yeah, exactly!

- She's mental.
- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I am mental.

I am mental when it comes
to that bastard.

Look, look, he can't have put it
there himself, can he?

- No. No. No...
- We'd know about it if he'd escaped.

Yeah, but someone, some, some...

some twisted little git
has done it for him.

- You're not binning it!
- I'll buy you a new one.

- I want this one!
- No, no, no way.

I'll buy you another one,
I'll buy you one exactly like it.

Why? You can't stop him
sending me things.

No! Ryan! I can!

You see, this is the man that
terrified you, that traumatised you,

that poured petrol over you,

that put me in hospital
for four weeks,

that m*rder*d Kirsten...

See?
This is what he wants!

He wants you and me shouting.
He wants you to hate me!

So, as you'll understand from
the disclosures we've made to

your solicitor, Sean,

we are investigating
the deaths of four women -

Ana Vasalescu,
Aurelija Petrovic,

Lynn Dewhurst and
Victoria Fleming.

Sean's prepared a statement,
if I could read it out.

Please do.

"I have been asked to account
for my whereabouts at four different

"periods of time
across several days.

"I cannot, at this moment in time,
verify my exact whereabouts

"on any of the dates and times
in question,

"particularly the first three, as they
are all some considerable time ago,

"but I would like to state clearly
that I do not know Ana Vasalescu,

"Aurelia Petrovic, Lynn Dewhurst
or Victoria Fleming,

"and, to my knowledge,
have never met

"or come into contact
with them in the past."

OK.
That's very helpful, Sean,

but we do still need to ask
you some questions, OK?

No comment.

I shouldn't have said anything.

I should have just
got rid of the card.

He'd never have said anything.

He wasn't the least bit interested
in who it was from.

I should have just said Nevison
and squared it with Nevison -

he'd not have minded.

He'd have been pleased to help.

You did the right thing.

I think Ryan's realised that
himself.

Insidious bastard.
Who's he got doing that for him?

We don't know, do we?

We don't know that it's not just
some random nasty sod.

Well, it's someone who knows us,
or else why would they know

when his birthday is?

We're going round in circles.

Could you not just take it
to a charity shop
rather than put it in the bin?

No, I'm taking it to work -
the card, the wrapping, the box.

See if I can't persuade Mike

to send it all off for
ninhydrin testing -

see if we
can't get some fingerprints.

It's a sick trick,
whoever's done it.

Never goes away, does it?

He'll never go away.

Everything all right?

He's fine.

He wants you to go
up and kiss him.

Currently being questioned but no
charges have been brought as yet...

Sorry.

- This is a huge breakthrough...
- Is she all right?

Yeah. It's just...

you know,

such an odd situation
we're in with him.

..Investigation, that they will
bring the offender to justice.

They've got someone for those
murders, by the look of it.

Yep. Guess who got him arrested.

She didn't?

Have they charged him?

No, not yet.

I think they're still
questioning him.

A breakthrough for the detectives
working on the spate of murders

which has shocked
the local community...

You are stopping tonight,
aren't you?

I knew Vicky Fleming.

That woman.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Yeah...

..it was her I was having
the fling with.

When everything went wrong for me.

I used to work with her
up at the building society.

What was she like?

- Horrible.
- Really?

Really?

Are you all right?

You won't tell Catherine, will you?

No.

I feel nauseated
just thinking about it.

I thought I was in love with her.

Well, I was...
I was in love with her.

It was just very short-lived.

She... She was like this...

She was very attractive.

But eventually I realised

that s-she was missing
something from up here.

She kept going on, wanting me
to leave Sue and the kids and...

..I couldn't.

Which really...

I shouldn't have started it
in the first place, I know that.

But I wasn't ready to leave
my family for her.

And she kept...
she kept

pushing and pushing
and eventually I said no,

I said no.

If it came to the crunch I'd be
stopping with Sue and the kids

and so she...

She blackmailed me.

Blackmailed?

Yeah, for a few weeks.

And then I said I wouldn't pay her
any more, I couldn't.

She wanted 100 quid a week,

every week, or she'd tell Sue.

I managed a few weeks, but then I...

I thought, "I don't want
to live like this any more."

So she...

What, she what?

Humiliated me.

So at the minute,
he's provided no alibis.

Well, no useful alibis.

We're building up
a picture of a loner

with a fairly chaotic
sort of lifestyle.

He was working recently as a driver,

but he got sacked for drinking
and aggressive behaviour.

The good news this morning
from Forensics -

we've got strands of hair matching
that of Ana Vasalescu found in his van.

Now,
he's denied knowing Ana,

so let's see
what he's got to say about that.

Telecoms - Lynn Dewhurst's
mobile number was found

in his contacts on his phone.
Again, he's denied knowing her,

so let's see
if he can enlighten us there.

Then ANPR puts him,
well, puts his van,

within a mile of where
the bodies were found

on the second and fourth murders,
Aurelia and Vicky.

We've also got a witness
from a house-to-house

reporting seeing
a white van in the area

around the time Ana was m*rder*d.

There was an appeal in the media for
the driver to come forward, no-one did.

A white van was
also reported in the vicinity

prior to Vicky Fleming's
flat being torched.

So! Let's get back up to Halifax
and see if he's got anything

he'd like to share with us today,
hm?

Am I overreacting?

He tried to k*ll you, Catherine.
You're not overreacting.

We'll send it all off
for fingerprints
and I'll ring the
prison liaison officer

to talk to someone at Gravesend.

Let's find out who visits him,

who he writes to,
who he has phone calls with.

If he's behind it,
he'll be dealt with.

If it's a crank...

..it's a shame
they've got nothing better to do.

Try not to let it get you down.

- It's just this week, it's always...
- I know.

- It's bad enough without...
- I know. I know.

I do know.

Did you have a nice birthday
yesterday?

Yeah, it was OK.

What did you get?

Skateboard, elbow pads,

knee pads.

Helmet.

New football.

- 20 quid off me Uncle Daniel.
- Yep.

30 quid off me grandad
and me Auntie Ros.

That's 50 quid.

Winnie across made me a cake,
as well as me Auntie Clare.

That's two cakes.

I got a Scalextric,
but me granny put it in t'bin.

Why?

Because it were from me dad.

Oh, no.

And how do you feel about that?

I dunno.

I really wanted to play with it,

but I could see how upset she was.

Gosh, that must've cost
a lot of money.

Yeah, me Uncle Daniel said
it would have done.

Perhaps, I don't know,

it's his way of trying to tell you
all how sorry he is

about what happened.

- Do you think he is?
- Well, why else would he send it?

I don't think they get
very much money in prison.

It must have meant a lot to him
to do that.

You know, after that
last conversation we had,

I googled your dad.

And I can't believe
he was responsible

for half the things he
was sent to prison for.

Why?

Because he had such a kind face.

Here you are.

Ta.

I'm just suggesting
that it's odd... John?

No, thanks.

..for someone with such
a disorganised lifestyle

who lives in chaos and squalor,

spends half his life pissed out
of his tiny f*cking skull,

not to leave any DNA
on any of the sites.

Are we really believing that this
lad is that forensically aware?

And that capable?

You don't know these days.

A lonely, little,
twisted mind like that

has probably absorbed every episode
of CSI they've ever sh*t.

Well, that aside, boss,

what I still can't square
is Vicky Fleming.

Vicky was not a prost*tute.

There are significant differences,

and we've made this leap,
we've made an assumption...

I'm ruling nothing out.

He must have been in that flat.
He must have burnt that flat out.

I don't care what
the fire service says, it's just...

It's too much of a coincidence, what,
to be an oil lamp she's left on?

Come on, he was burning evidence
and that is so different from...

Well,
that is someone who knows her.

It's personal, right? And the
others, they weren't personal.

I need you to explain why,

and it's two things
we've uncovered -

yesterday you told us that
you'd never met Ana Vasalescu.

Do you remember?

You also told us that no-one
else had driven your van

in the last six months.
Yeah?

So, Sean...

..can you tell me
what your response is

if I tell you that our forensic
people have found strands

of Ana Vasalescu's hair,
her DNA,

in your van?

No comment.

And yesterday, you told us
that you don't know Lynn Dewhurst.

Do you remember?

Could you explain to me why,
then, Sean,

you've got Lynn Dewhurst's mobile phone
number in your contacts on your mobile phone?

No...
no comment.

When I said "lunch", I had somewhere
a bit more salubrious in mind.

I've only got 15 minutes.

How are you?

- How are YOU?
- I'm all right.

I'll cut to the chase, eh?

Can I have some tea, love?
And a fish finger butty.

Are you eating?

Yeah, I'll have the same.
Thanks.

It's a bit like speed dating, innit?

Not that I've ever been
speed dating.

Or that WE'RE dating, obviously.

- But I've seen it on t'telly.
- Tell me about Sean Balmforth.

Really?

All day yesterday?
Your lot?

Well, best part of two hours,
giving it...

What do you know?

Nothing.
I told 'em.

Except...

I wouldn't put it past him.

Which is a pretty damning thing
to say about somebody, innit?

- Really?
- Well, God knows.

Helen never gave up on anybody.

Ever.

We condemn the sin,
not the sinner.

But Sean...

..he's a sad lad.

Course, it's nothing to do with me,
I'm just being nosey.

- How's our Annie getting on?
- Really well.

- She's a smart kid.
- Good.

- How's things at home?
- Good.

- Good.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- She's drinking, isn't she?

Last thing I want to do
is get her into trouble.

You won't, not with me.

That's why I rang you.

I don't know
why she's started again.

One minute she was all,
"I'm going to be a regular,

"I'm going to be detective, I'm
going to sail through the ranks."

I thought she'd taken to it
like a duck to water.

And she was thrilled to bits
when she made that connection

with the Vicky Fleming woman.

And then...

She used to drink a lot, at college.

Daft amount, you know,
like they do, students.

She got alcohol poisoning once.

Silly bugger.

But then, when Helen became ill,

she seemed to stop,
overnight.

She became very sensible.

All through the illness,
even after what happened,

last year,
wi' them weirdos.

So I don't know if something's
happened at work.

- Not that I know of.
- Well...

- has somebody upset her?
- Have you asked her?

Oh, she doesn't talk to me
about stuff.

She might have had a conversation
with Helen about it, not me.

Does she drink with other people,
or is it...?

No, no, it's all been
on her own at home.

OK.

Happens she needs a good night out.

Yeah? Well, we could all do
with one o' them, couldn't we?

I'll talk to her.

Are you all right?

It was Ryan's birthday yesterday.

Becky d*ed six weeks after
he was born, so, you know...

..it's just something we have
to get through in our house.

I were thinking...

you know what you told me
last night?

Yeah?

I've said I won't say
anything to our Catherine,

and I shan't,
I've promised,

but don't you think
you SHOULD tell the police?

I'm just thinking that whoever...

k*lled her,

she might have been
blackmailing HIM.

But...

isn't this bloke a serial k*ller?

On the news they're
saying she didn't fit

the same profile as the others.

It might be a different k*ller
to the others,

and they need to know that.

Well, the police obviously
don't think that.

They've...
they've linked them.

And they've got this fella
in custody now anyway, so...

Yeah, but what if...
What if...

I don't know.

Look...

if I went down there
and offered them information,

first of all,
they'd think I was a crank.

And they'd be laughing at me.

Then I'd have to go through it all.

Again and again and again...

You don't know
what that does to me, Clare.

Hiya, love.

Sarge, have you got a minute?

Hello, Steph.

I think that...

I think I've decided
that I should resign.

I've spoken to the
specials liaison officer.

I don't think you should resign.

Well, it looks like they're going
to charge this bloke.

Does it?

They've had him
in custody for two days.

I've just heard they're
applying to the magistrate

for a three-day lie down.
And I let him slip
through my fingers, so yeah.

Steph, how long have you been
in the job?

Specials? About six month.

You made a mistake.

I suspect you listened to Bryony,
who IS a lazy sod,

and whose first and last instinct
is to do the minimum.

She's the one who should be
offering to resign, not you.

She's been in the job five years

and she knows no more now
than she did then.

I suspect you wanted to do more,

but you let yourself be led by her.

Yeah?

Go with your own instincts
in future,

stick your neck out now and again.

Yeah, Leonie's a prost*tute,

but she's also
a vulnerable 19-year-old

who is where she is
because she's had a sh*t life.

Don't resign.

I'll be really pissed off
if you resign.

Last week,
in assembly...

Mrs. Beresford
was on about forgiveness.

Was she?

She said that we had to find it

in our hearts to forgive
people things.

Good.

Especially if they say
they're sorry.

That's right.

However angry or upset
we might feel.

Well, yeah.
There you go, eh?

So I was thinking,

maybe it was his way
of trying to say sorry

for what he did, sending me
that Scalextric, me dad.

Ryan, you've got to stop
calling him your dad.

You've got to stop thinking
about this man as your dad.

A dad is someone who's there.

Every day.

Someone who cares about you,
who loves you, who helps you, who...

w-who shows you how to...

tie your laces
or pump up your tyres,

someone who can
take you places,

someone who knows who you are.

It's not someone who lies to you
about living on a narrow boat

and pours petrol over you

and kicks the living daylights
out of your grandmother.

But perhaps he would have liked
to have done them things with me

- if he hadn't been in prison.
- Yeah, but Ryan,

perhaps if he was the kind of man
who cared about other people enough,

he'd never have been in prison
in the first place.

"I've have the locks changed.

"Take your things.
Your mother expecting you."

Amanda!

Ama...!

What?!

- Ben, open the door.
- Kids,

in the other room, come on.
Quick, quick, quick.

- He lives here too!
- Go in there. Ben...

- Go on, in there.
- Where will he go?

He'll be fine, he'll go to his
mother's, go in there. Both of you!

I don't want him not to be here,
even if he is a pig.

Amanda!

Go in there, both of you.

Oh, bollocks!

You're upsetting
these children!

I'M upsetting 'em?! You're
the one that's upsetting them!

You need to leave us alone.
You need to go away.

-f*ck you!
- f*ck YOU!

f*ck you!

Come on, let's get you inside.

"Dear Dad,
Thank you for sending me that Scalextric

"I know you are probly
sory for what you did"

Are you all right?

I'm sorry that I get wound up
about stuff, but...

..it's only cos I love you
and I care about you,

you know that, don't you?

Yup.

Right, come on.

Love you.

I love you.

- Night-night.
- Night-night.

What's happened
to t'front of your car?

I just...

scraped a wall.

I hope you weren't drinking
and driving. Were you?

You will get caught,
you know, Daryl.

And who's going to pay
for that getting fixed?

It's reight, it still goes.

It won't pass its MOT, love,
not like that.

And what if you'd hit someone?

- What've you got for me?
- I think you'll be pleased.

I didn't, and I told you I wouldn't,
do anything illegal.

You're not going to tell me
you didn't do owt.

I did do something.

Did you know it was his birthday?

The day before yesterday?

I only found out two days before.

He was...
He was ten.

Ten years old.

OK.

So I sent him a present.

I left it on the doorstep
with a card inside.

From you.

It was expensive,
something I knew he'd like.

Racing cars.
And he did.

Of course, she wanted
to put it in the bin

when she knew it was from you,
and she did put it in the bin,

and, of course, that made
him angry and upset.

- How do you know?
- He told me.

And it's made him start to ask
even more questions.

I suggested to him that you sent it

because you're sorry
for what you did.

I think
that's a very powerful message.

If we can subtly undermine

all the messages she
reinforces every day,

it may be a slow process,
but if we persist, and we will,

- surely that's better than...
- I don't understand.

OK.

Am I...?
Am I being thick,

or are you just not getting the fact
that there's been a development?

This bitch, this nasty ugly whore.

Sorry, but she...

She's k*lled my mother.

And you think buying him expensive
toys is some sort of solution?

I-I don't know that
I can do anything

about what she did to your mother.
But...

- What I can do with Ryan...
- That is what I asked you to do.

It may not have been her.

They've arrested someone.
I know they've arrested someone.

I saw it on t'news, Frances,
so what?

Frances...

..you're sweet,
but you're naive.

She has k*lled my mother
to piss on me,

just cos she can.

Like me living in this sh*t-hole
isn't enough for her.

And she has disguised it
by k*lling them others first,

and now her little police buddies
are helping her cover it up

by arresting some no-mates
who they can pin anything on.

Do you really believe
they could do that?

I don't know
what else to say to you.

You've led a sheltered life,
it's not your fault.

It's why you're so good and kind.

It's why you always see
the best in people.

Frances...

But some people,
and she is one of 'em,

they're craftier than you'd
ever give 'em credit for,

and they get themselves
into positions of authority

so they can get away with stuff.

I don't know what
else to say. I...

I thought you got it.

The priority for me
is working towards Ryan

not accepting the demonised version
of you that she reinforces...

The best way to achieve that...

I told him I didn't believe
you did half of what...

As far as I'm concerned,
the best way to achieve that...

- ..he listened, he thought about it, and it sank in...
- is to remove her.

From the picture.
Reinforce that.

- But what you're suggesting is illegal...
- f*ck illegal!

When has doing anything legally
got anybody like me anywhere?

Frances, you're going to have
to do what I've asked you to do.

Or what I'm thinking is...

..this...

..you and me...

..it's not going to work, I'm sorry.

I thought you understood me.
I really did.

I do! I do understand you,
don't say that, please.

Please, I understand you
better than anyone.

Do you understand
what I'm saying, then?

- I...
- Nothing is illegal.

It's just a word people use
to control other people with.

She has stolen my son
and m*rder*d my mother.

That is illegal
and nobody has raised an eyebrow.

And believe me,

it is not that lad they've arrested
that's k*lled these women.

Look at him,
picture of him, on t'telly.

He hasn't got it in him.

Frances...

..if you're not on my side, who is?

What would you like me to do?

I'd like you to use
your imagination.

- I have been doing.
- Yeah, you have.

Brilliantly.

I was so impressed,
the way you got into that school.

But I need more.

I need you to take it further.

I wasn't anticipating it
any more than you were.

I didn't know she'd go out
of her way to target my mother,

but she did.

And now they're going to go out
of their way to let her walk,

and I can't do anything.

But you can.

If our two hearts do b*at as one,

and I like to think that they do...

..then you know what I want.

You know what I want, Frances.