02x06 - Episode 6

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- Congratulations. He's been charged.
- Have you not heard?

Apparently another
body's turned up.

I bet he'd love to see you.

- I wondered about writing to him.
- You should.

A couple of weeks ago,
that new Miss Wealand.

Asking Ryan questions
about his dad.

- Have you met her?
- It's her.

- I've done things.
- Is it to do with those women?

You'll visit me, won't you?
In prison.

I don't think you'd like prison.

Long story sideways.

Our Ryan has been
coming home from school

talking about Tommy Lee Royce
as this poor misunderstood fella

that we all need to forgive.

Someone in this school
is putting ideas into his head.

Someone left a birthday present,
an expensive birthday present,

on our doorstep with
a card "from Dad".

Now,
he is starting to think

of that evil, twisted, murdering
bastard as his father

because some deluded tw...

Someone in this school
is filling his head

with deeply inappropriate ideas.

Do you recognise that person?

- No.
- It's a woman, it ain't a lad.

Our Clare thinks it looks like
Miss Wealand, your new TA.

That's someone in the toyshop in
Hebden buying exactly the same toy

that was left on our doorstep
two weeks ago "from Dad".

Now, obviously she could have been buying
it for some completely other reason.

But it's a bit of a coincidence,
isn't it?

Has Ryan said that it's her
that's been talking about his dad?

No. It's delicate.
I can't talk to him about it.

He gets angry with me.

Look, this is how insidious it is.
I'm the baddie.

Look. I'm not saying
you're wrong, Catherine.

But Miss Wealand is a very kind,
caring, lovely woman,

she came to us with an excellent CV.

I'm sure she is, I'm sure
that's how she operates.

Her and every other deluded nutcase
that's ever groomed a kiddie.

- Groomed?
- Well, it's what it is.

If every time they have a
one-to-one reading session,

she's encouraging him to think
about his "dad" in some misguided,

Look, we don't know
that is what's happening.

Why would anybody do that?

Cos people are weird.
People are mad,

and they don't always have it
tattooed across their forehead.

The staff in this school are fully
aware of the situation with Ryan.

Does she work part time?

Yes, Mondays, Tuesdays
and Wednesdays.

- What does she do on her days off?
- I've... I don't know.

- Where does she live?
- Catherine.

- Does she talk about her private life?
- Not to me.

You see, when that present
appeared on our doorstep

and I saw that card,
my first thought is...

"This is someone
who visits him in prison."

I can't believe
she visits anyone in prison.

- This is someone he's manipulated and...
- Let me introduce you to her.

Come and meet her, please,
come and see for yourself.

Honestly, Catherine, I think you'll
be very pleasantly surprised.

No, cos we'll know soon
enough if it's her,

because the DIU are investigating everybody
he has any contact with.

In the meantime, if you could find
someone else to read with him,

I'd be very grateful, because
every second - if it is her,

and maybe it isn't,
but if it is her -

every second he spends with her,

she is encouraging him to think
about this man as his father.

This psychopath,
this man who's done nothing

but destroy people's lives.

This man who threw petrol
over him 18 months ago.

Someone here,
for whatever reason,

is encouraging him to think
that he is basically

an OK guy and that I am
some nasty, angry bitch

for doing my damnedest to try
and protect him from him.

OK.

I can't talk to her,
I can't get involved,

I need to let the DIU
deal with it,
but I need you to be aware.

Right.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- You seem a bit preoccupied.
- I'm fine.

You do know we're not going
to get a cup of tea, don't you?

Yeah, well...

I just want to make it clear

to Alison that I am still
dealing with them scrotes,

despite...

Daryl's sophisticated,
delicate efforts

to take the law
into his own hands.

Sarge.

Was it like that
when you arrested him?

I don't know.
I can't remember.

I've an idea it was parked
the other way round.

Hello?

Alison?

Daryl?

Hello?

Alison?

Alison, can you hear me?

Alison, it's Catherine Cawood.

Sergeant Cawood.

Alison, listen, love, listen to me,

I want you to squeeze my hand
if you can hear me.

Check upstairs. See if there's
anyone else,

anyone injured. And be careful.

Bravo November 4-5.
Urgent assistance required.

Far Sunderland Farm,
up Wainstalls,

off Cold Edge Road.

I need an ambulance,
there's a 40-something woman,

Alison Garrs, suspected overdose.

Diazepam,
not sure how many,

she seems to have washed them down
with vodka and whisky.

Her pulse is weak, but she's
conscious and breathing.

Alison?
Alison.

There's also a male.

I'm fairly certain it's her son,
Daryl Garrs.

Fatal g*nsh*t injury to the back of
the head. Possible w*apon at the scene.

I need F-Sup here to prove.
I need the on-call DI,

I need the duty SIO,
I need a CSI,

I need any available troops
to come and secure the scene.

God knows what's happened...

..but it's carnage.

I've got all that for the log,
Sarge.

Is there anything else?

I'll keep you posted.

Alison? Who's done this, Alison?

Who's done this to Daryl, Alison?

- No...
- Alison? Can you hear me?

You put your arm round me, come on.

- Upstairs is clear!
- Let's get her out of this.

I thought you weren't
supposed to move people.

- Where shall I get hold of her?
- Man up, princess, use your initiative!

Ambulance on its way to you now,
4-5, from Keighley.

- ETA 16 minutes.
- Keighley?!

They're all tied up in Halifax.

Get your mobile out, dial 999.

Alison!

I need a paramedic talking to me,

I need to know what the latest is
with an overdose.

Hello, there,
it's Constable Shafiq Shah here,

collar number 9242, I've got
a lady here, she's taken...

- Diazepam, whisky, vodka.
- ..diazepam, whisky, vodka.

We need advice,

Come on, don't fall asleep on me,
I need you awake.

Conscious,
but struggling to stay with us.

Alison, listen.
Alison, who sh*t Daryl?

Who did that to Daryl?

I don't know.

Who was here?
Did you see what happened, Alison?

- Who was here?
- Nobody. Nobody was here.

Right, you need to induce her to
vomit - yeah, then what?

Then you...
Then clear the airway

and put her in the recovery
position.

OK...
Tell you what, you go back inside

and get some water, and a blanket.

And try not to-to tread on anything...like
the floor, any more than you have to.

The request's gone in to F-Sup,
4-5.

CID've been informed
and they're on the way.

I've also put the request in for a CSI. Is
there anything else I can help you with?

What's the best way to
make someone sick?

Stick your fingers
down their throat?

Yeah,
and get my hand bitten off?

OK, Alison.
Listen to me.

I need you to be sick.

No, no, no, no.

No. Alison.
I know it's not pleasant.

I just...want to...lie down.

You can lie down, but I just need
you to be sick first.

No.

Can you stick your fingers
down your throat for me?

No.

I can't let you go to sleep
until you've been sick, Alison.

You're not lying down
until you've been sick.

Alison.

- It's fine.
- No, stay awake, Alison!

Right.
Who sh*t Daryl?

Alison.
Alison?

Alison.

I sh*t Daryl.

You?
You sh*t...? You?

You sh*t Daryl?

You...
You sh*t...

Why, Alison,
why would you do...

Why would you do that?

Bravo November 4-5.

Could you contact Mr. Shepherd
or DI Shackleton

at Norland Road and tell them
there's a vehicle here

that could be involved
in Operation Syracuse?

A Peugeot 205.

It's red.

It's damaged.

Will do, 4-5.

Alison, did you really?

Alison.

I'm going to have to caution you.

OK.

I'm arresting you.

Do you understand?

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of m*rder.

You don't have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned...

something you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be
given in evidence.

I don't feel so good.

Steve.
Can I borrow you for a bit?

What's...?
Has there been a development?

A woman,
up Wainstalls,

has just sh*t her own son
in the back of the head.

By accident?

No.
She's taken an overdose,

pissed out of her skull.

And apparently,
the reason she did it -

she's just told
Catherine Cawood -

is because the son
told her about

"what he did to those women".

- Is he dead?
- Well dead, by the sound of things.

Jesus.

I know.

I need everyone
in the briefing room.

Apparently,
he also said

he "didn't do that
Vicky Fleming one".

Can I get everyone in the briefing
room now, folks, please?

Thank you.

And he told his mother he wouldn't
have had to do that last one

if people hadn't "kept thinking that
he'd done that Vicky Fleming one".

We need to reassess everything
we've got on Vicky Fleming.

We need to find this
mysterious boyfriend

one of her colleagues
at work mentioned.

The one we thought Vicky must have
been making up.

How's it going up there?

Like Piccadilly Circus
when I left.

More detectives
than primetime TV.

I think they'll be there a while.

Are you OK?

She sh*t her own child
in the back of the head.

Are you still seeing that therapist?

Yes!

Yeah.

I've got some intel for you.

Tommy Lee Royce's
Scottish visitor

is a woman called Frances Drummond.

45 years old,
she's a pharmacist from Linlithgow.

Well,
she was until very recently.

They've sent a photo.

And I'm wondering if it's that woman
in that CCTV from the toyshop.

So,
if that's Frances Drummond...

who's "Miss Wealand", then?

Well...

she's invented Miss Wealand,
hasn't she?

Mrs. Beresford told me this morning,

"She came to us with
an excellent CV."

Mrs. Beresford isn't somebody who
won't check out references.

sh*t.

Hello?

You're not going to believe this,
it's mental.

- She's mental.
- Who's mental?

Well, not Miss Wealand,
because Miss Wealand,

Cecily Wealand -

a qualified teaching
assistant from Linlithgow -

is dead.

What?

Dead,
and had her identity stolen.

- So who's...
- She...

is called Frances Drummond.
Also from Linlithgow.

A pharmacist.
God knows, don't ask.

And she...visits
Tommy Lee Royce in Gravesend

and now lives in Hebden,
as Cecily Wealand.

sh*t!

- sh*t.
- I know.

No. I mean, do you want me
to get round to t'school?

No. No, no, no, I'm just waiting for
some intel from East Lothian.

They're talking to Cecily Wealand's
partner.

Well, widower.

I need a copy of the death
certificate,

and then CID'll go in to
arrest her for fraud.

Fraud?

Yeah. Fraud by false
representation.

We'll deal with whatever the hell she
thinks she's been doing regarding our Ryan

after we've dealt with that.
Hang on, she's, she's, she's...

She's targeted him.

It's properly creepy,
she's obtained...

a job she's not qualified for,

she's stolen a dead woman's
identity

specifically...

because this woman had
the right kind of qualifications

to allow her to get
close to Ryan

so she could fill
his head with pap

about Tommy Lee Royce.

Who she, Frances Drummond,
visits in Gravesend.

Phone, I've gotta go, bye, bye-bye.

So...

Cecily Wealand was
Frances Drummond's sister.

48 years old,
she had a stroke nine months ago.

Her partner...

Her husband...

thinks when she d*ed, Cecily...

He was in pieces,

and Frances helped
with a lot of practical stuff,

and he thinks that's when
she might have got her hands

on various bits of personal
documentation.

Right - let's send 'em in
to make the arrest.

Have you got a number
for this Mrs. Beresford?

I'll ring her
and warn her they're coming.

Then I'll get on to the prison
liaison officer.

They need to let Gravesend know he's
been grooming this woman.

Sad, isn't it? No criminal record.

She's held down a perfectly
respectable job

for upward of 15 years.

And then...

..she does this mad thing.

And for what?

45 minutes once a fortnight
with a psychopath.

- Hello.
- Yes! Hello. It's Mike Taylor.

I've got POLSA team pulling
the place apart.

There's all sorts of stuff
in his bedroom

and chances are there'll be stuff
he's hidden as well. I think...

Dare I say it,
I'll be surprised if this isn't him.

Have you had time to think through
a media strategy?

Yeah, the minute we're in a
position to break the news...

Did you fast-track that DNA swab
they took last week?

I did, yeah.

Good. Yeah, the minute we're in
a position to break the news,

I want images of Vicky Fleming
out there big time.

On every news channel.

I want the date that flat was burnt
out seared into people's brains.

I want people thinking back
to that night,

what they were doing that night.

We just didn't get that message out
there big enough last time,

somebody must have seen her.

Somebody must have seen or
heard something.

Yeah. Yep.

Because if they didn't... God knows.

You know -
whoever burnt that flat

out knew exactly what they were doing
as regards destroying evidence.

And whoever mutilated her body

knew what this lad was doing
to these other women.

I'm looking at who's here...

all doing their jobs.

And I'm thinking about everybody
there, everybody on the team,

my team, in the office.

Might not be a man!
Which one of 'em would do that?

Which one of 'em would be capable of
it?

Well, there are other explanations.

Yes, but...
Address the question.

Well,
your first instinct is nobody.

Nobody's capable of that.

But then the truth is...

anybody's
capable of anything.

In the right circumstances.

So, who, then?

I've gone all creepy now!

You're making me
feel like maybe I've done it.

I know. It's that mad, isn't it?
So come on. Who?

Why would I do it?

- You?
- Yeah, let's start with me.

Under what circumstances might
I end up doing that?

I haven't, by the way.
Although I would say that.

Right, well.

You'd do it... if you wanted to get
rid of somebody and disguise it.

Somebody...who'd upset you,
obviously.

I mean...

The way she was strangled,
it was...

- Not like it was an accident, was it?
- Vicky Fleming

had John Wadsworth's
number on her mobile phone.

He accounted for it.

He did an investigation at
the building society three years ago

when he was on
the economic crime unit,

and it isn't even like the number
was ever used.

Well, there you go,
that's a perfectly reasonable...

'But people use secret shagging
phones, don't they?

That they could destroy.

In a fire.

And the thing is, his marriage has
been a bit sh*t lately.

Well, better arrest him, then,
eh, boss!

I know.

I've known the man 23 years,

you feel like washing your mouth
out, don't you?

After you.

These gentlemen need to
talk to you.

This is...Miss Wealand.

Frances Elizabeth Drummond.

Sorry?

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of fraud

by false representation,

contrary to section two
of the Fraud Act 2006.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence
if you do not mention

when questioned something you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be
given in evidence.

- Do you have a mobile phone?
- Ryan Cawood

Ryan Cawood needs to
talk about his father.

He needs someone who will
listen to him.

You've been here under
false pretences.

- Think about Ryan.
- I have to explain that to the parents

and to the governors
and to the children.

- Think about Ryan.
- They liked you.

- Have you a mobile phone?
- In my handbag.

And a coat?

- Staffroom.
- Do you want me to...?

Would you mind?

So what'll happen?

They'll charge her,
then they'll bail her.

And then what?

And then...

..somebody might need to
pop round to her house

on Upper Brunswick Street
and have a quiet word with her

about taking the high road back to
Linlithgow.

And will that be you?

Well, you know me,

I wouldn't want her to
break her bail conditions.

She won't be allowed within
500 yards of Ryan

and/or members of his family, so...

You'll not credit.
I looked in on Winnie.

She's only gone
and got Ilinka a job.

- How?
- Cleaning at White Lion.

- How?
- Gordon popped round.

Four doors down.
And he knows Tanya -

I think it's her uncle -
and she's manager.

So, Ilinka went round there with him
and Bob's your uncle.

I said, "Can you get me a job,
Winnie?"

- So, what, is she stopping?
- I know, that's what I said.

And Winnie goes, "Well, we've got
the alarm now, haven't we?

"And I have asked Catherine...

"to not bother sleeping in that
conservatory any more."

Are you all right?

Just an odd day.
Wi' that there this morning.

sh*t her own kid's head off.

Your own kid.
What does it take to do that, eh?

I mean, obviously,
it takes finding out you've given
birth to a serial nutter.

But then, after she'd explained
that, she goes,

"Only he didn't do that fourth one,
that Vicky Fleming.

"He wanted people to know that
wasn't him." Like...

"That's all right, then.
As long as he didn't do that one."

God alone knows what she's
been through.

So who did?

Well, that's the 64 million dolars
question now, isn't it?

I'll start cooking some tea.

Frances, I'm not
here as a police officer,

I'm here as Ryan's grandmother.
I want to sort this out.

I want to understand you
and I want you to understand me.

I know you've never had
a criminal record.

I know you've held down
a very responsible,

perfectly respectable job
for the last 15 years.

I want to understand why you've
done what you've done,

I want to know what you want.

And I want you to know
things about me.

- Can I come in?
- No...

Or we can go down the road
and get a cup of tea somewhere

if...
if you'd prefer.

Your people came here.
They took things.

You've had a long day.

Probably quite
an unpleasant one.

I won't take up any more
of your time than I need to.

OK. What I think, you see,
is that you're not a bad person.

Far from it.
And you believe what you've done,

you've done for the best.

Ryan should have a relationship
with his father.

However difficult things are.

Look, I realise
everything you know about...

this, us, you've been told by...him.

Tommy Lee Royce.
And...

Do you mind if I sit down?

And I realise that you are in...
a relationship of some sort

- with him.
- We're getting married.

OK, look.

I know you're probably not going to accept
a lot of the things I tell you right now.

But obviously, I have a very
different perspective on it all,

to him,
and I want you to hear it.

Whether you accept it or not.
OK?

- He's a sex offender.
- No.

He r*ped my daughter.

He was very fond of your daughter.

No. No. He took advantage of her.
Brutally.

Brutally.

And after Ryan was born,
she took her own life.

That was nothing to do with him.
He was in prison by then.

It had everything to do with him.
She was traumatised.

We are going to have different
versions of the same story,

but please credit me...

I was there when she gave birth.

And after.

And I know what she went through.

You deprived him of having
a relationship with his child.

You never even let him
know he'd been born.

Tommy Lee Royce is a psychopath.

He's a m*rder*r
and he's a sex offender.

And you must know,
you must realise that.

I think you have allowed yourself
to be deluded by this dangerous man

because you're infatuated with him.

You might not want to
believe that he r*ped my daughter,

but you do know - you DO know
- that he r*ped Ann Gallagher,

and that he m*rder*d Kirsten
McAskill in the most HIDEOUS manner -

and Lewis Whippey,
and Brett McKendrick.

And he tried to m*rder me.

Lewis Whippey was the one who
r*ped Ann Gallagher.

And he was the one who m*rder*d
Kirsten McAskill. Not Tommy.

That's not what the court decided
on very solid forensic evidence.

Tommy did k*ll Lewis Whippey
and Brett McKendrick

but only in self-defence.
He att*cked YOU only in
self-defence.

OK. So obviously
that's his version,

and clearly that's what you're
choosing to believe right now.

Which worries me, Frances,
because it makes you -

a woman who all your life

appears to have been law-abiding,
logical, kind, normal -

it makes you seem a little bit...
unhinged.

And certainly misguided if that's
what you're prepared to believe.

Do you want to know what I believe?

I believe that no-one is born evil.

He may have done things,
I know he's done things, and, yes,

he will inevitably have
put his own slant on it all

and made it seem not as bad as it
might really have been.

But we all do that,
we're all human.

But he isn't evil.

He's a product of his childhood,
and he had an awful childhood.

But he isn't intrinsically evil.

We condemn the sin,
not the sinner.

With help and kindness,

I believe he will
become the person

he was always capable of being.

Good and kind and gentle
and thoughtful.

That's what I see
when I visit him.

When I look into his eyes.

I see no evil.
Not a trace of it.

Surely it would
benefit him and Ryan

if they could have
a good relationship.

Frances,
you're old enough to be his mother.

I think you are actually

older than his mother
was when she d*ed.

Does that not...
ring alarm bells?

- Does it not worry you?
- Why should it?

He's using you.

He's used you
to get close to Ryan.

He's groomed you.
You've been groomed.

You've been picked,
you've been chosen,

for what he can get out of you.

He could be very fond of Ryan
if you'd let him.

No, no, Frances.
You can't begin

to imagine on how many levels
that will never happen.

Why are you so angry?
So negative?

No, I'm not. It's you who's
deluded about this dangerous man

because he's pretty.

You're jealous.

No. No, no, I'm shocked,
I'm disappointed

that a woman of your
obvious intelligence and ability

can allow herself to
be fooled by this...

this...
this...

You know, tell me this.

If he looked like, I don't know,
Ian Brady, or Peter Sutcliffe

or Jimmy Savile.

Or some other sad, twisted f*ck.

Would you believe a single
word he said?

But he doesn't look like them.

On the inside he looks
exactly like them.

And one day, maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow, but soon

the scales will fall away from
your eyes, because they always do.

And you'll realise how foolish
he's made you look.

And how much damage he's
inflicted on you.

A nice, kind, normal person

who this really shouldn't
have happened to.

At 17 minutes past four
this afternoon,

the remains of the dead man were
removed from the farmhouse.

A woman who also lives
at the address remains under police

protection at a hospital in
Halifax.

I'm not in a position at
this moment to tell you any more

about the body that was found
at Far Sunderland Farm this morning.

However,
I can tell you that at this time,

we are not looking for any
suspects in relation to the deaths

of Ana Vasalescu,
Aurelija Petrovic,

Lynn Dewhurst or
Elise May Hughes.

We are, however, still
appealing to the public

for any information regarding
the death of Victoria Fleming.

We're asking people to think
back to the evening and the night

of Thursday the 12th of September.

Anyone who lives in Ripponden,
or visits Ripponden

to check their diaries,
and think of anything suspicious

they might have seen or heard.

If anyone was out in
Ripponden that evening,

particularly anyone out
into the small hours

on Thursday 12th September,

we would be very keen to
talk to them.

What've I done?

What've I done?

Eh, what've I done?
Nothing!

Why me?

Why me, you bastard?!

You bastard!
You bastard!

You f*cking...
BASTARD!

You bastard! What've I done?
What have I done? Nothing!

f*ck all!

Nothing, why, why?!
You bastard!

What've I done?!

Everything all right?

Yeah. Just...

Neil wanted to tell you something.

I knew Vicky Fleming.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I was just nipping through to talk
to one of your lot, actually.

I've got some information that might
be relevant about Vicky Fleming.

I don't know if it helps
but it's interesting.

- If you can pass it on to Mr. Shepherd.
- Sure.

It's a friend of me sister's,

this... bloke...

Are you all right?
You look like you've got flu.

Yeah. I think I'm starting with it.
Go on.

He's called Neil Ackroyd,
he lives down Hebden Bridge.

He's happy to come in
and be interviewed, although...

Well, it's sensitive.

He knew Vicky Fleming. This
is about four or five years ago.

He was having a fling with her.
He was married.

And apparently she
tried to blackmail him,

well,
she did blackmail him.

She must have drugged him
and taken photos of him.

Compromising photos.
And then

threatened to e-mail them
to everyone he knew -

all his family and friends -
if he didn't pay up.

Because she'd downloaded
his contacts.

Anyway. He couldn't pay
what she was asking,

and she ruined his life.

He lost his family,
lost his job,

his dignity.
He became an alcoholic.

That's his name and number,
if you want to pass it on.

Cos whoever k*lled her could've been
someone she was blackmailing.

Thank you.

You want to get yourself
home to bed.

I know.
Thank you. Thanks.

- Morning.
- Morning...

ma'am.

That John Wadsworth.

He's not this detective you
told our Daniel about, is he?

Why?

No, I just... I think
you did well to avoid that one.

Why?

I just gave him some information

that I thought might be
pertinent to the investigation

about this fella Vicky Fleming
blackmailed, years ago.

And he has this glazed look
in his eye. Like...durr.

- What, and you think it's him?
- Who?

The fella she blackmailed?

No. No.

But I'm thinking...

..whoever did it could be someone
else she's blackmailed.

Whereas he's really not interested,
right over his head.

You can do a lot better than that,
love.

I didn't fancy him,
if that's what you're thinking.

Good morning, you lucky people!

Morning.

Can I help?

Yeah. I hope so.
I'd like to speak to someone.

I've got some information
that might be relevant

regarding the...um...
Victoria Fleming.

Right, this morning.

We've got two people
who've come forward.

We've got a...
Gary Sugden.

Yeah. Who's the landlord of the
Wills O'Nats pub up Slaithwaite.

And Gemma Tomkinson, who works
at the Travel Inn at Ainley Top.

Both of them are saying
they've seen a woman

who they believe might
have been Vicky Fleming

at their establishments,
with a man.

Both are talking about a man
smartly dressed, professional,

shirt and tie, suit, clean-shaven,
white, late 40s,

early 50s, at around the time
she went missing.

She - this Gemma - describes
the man as not looking very well.

So, interviewing those two
this morning takes priority.

This Gemma also reckons
they might still have some CCTV,

even though it's more than
28 days since it happened.

She's checked her records,
and this was...

..three days before the flat
was burnt out.

Three days before Vicky Fleming
last turned up at work.

We've also had a number of calls
from people who were

in Ripponden that night,
these are all new people,

people who did not come
forward last time.

Sorry, this is...
probably mad.

But when we were
doing house-to-house

weeks ago, me and John Wadsworth -

and I'm not just saying this
because he stood me up -

he was never off his phone,
making furtive phone calls.

And I remember saying to Shaf,
"He's having an affair".

And then like...
a couple of days later,

a week after my mother d*ed,

he was asking me how he could get
his hands on £1,000.

And he looked like sh*t.

And I know everyone's busy
thinking outside the box,

but the fact does remain that it'd
make a lot more sense

if it was someone
inside the investigation.

Like he was being blackmailed.

Catherine. There's a fella.

I've put him in there -
Graham Tattersall.

He says he's got some information
about Victoria Fleming,

and he wants to see a detective,
but they're still all

up in the briefing
and he's itching to get off to work.

- Could you...?
- Sure.

It might be relevant.
I'll mention it.

Mr. Tattersall? I'm Sergeant Cawood.

If you want to give me a few brief details
I can pass your information on to CID,

and somebody'll contact you.

OK.

Well.
The thing is...

I've been having a...

in a...
having a...in a...

..relationship.

She's married. I'm married.

But... And her husband was having
an affair with someone else.

But...
Anyway,

he was away from
home one night -

on obs, he said. He's a police
officer.

And I was round at her house.

Cos normally when he's on
obs, he's out all night.

So...

This particular night...

he turned up,
one in the morning.

Yeah.

Which was...
exciting.

But the point is, she rang me.
Last night.

Amanda, his wife, did.
And we checked our diaries.

And it's the same night that
Victoria Fleming went missing.

Well, the same night her flat
was burnt out.

Sorry, you think this bloke might have
something to do with Vicky Fleming

because he caught you in bed with
his wife at one in the morning?

Yes.

What's his name?

John Wadsworth.

Paul, can you interview
this Gemma Tomkinson?

John,

can you phone these people
back who've left messages?

I'm just going to go to the chemist
and get something for this, this cold.

Yeah.
You do look like sh*t warmed up.

- I shan't be long.
- Go home.

I'm fine.

Alastair...

He did this.

After they'd arrested that lad, that
first one, that Saturday morning.

He must have thought
he'd got away with it...

He came round our house
and he knocked me about.

And that was interestingm
he was going,

"Where is she, then? Where's this woman
I've been having this affair with?"

I shan't be long.

Obviously by then she was dead,
so he could say that.

John?

John!

John.

Watch out!

John, wait.

I just want to talk to you!

John!

I just want to talk to you.

John!

f*cking idiot! What you doing?

Jesus!

Bravo November 4-5.

I'm chasing - it's complicated -

but I'm chasing
DS John Wadsworth,

who I believe has been involved
in the m*rder of Vicky Fleming.'

Follow that BMW! Put your foot down.

Units to Sowerby Bridge
railway station.

For once in your life, in the
right place at the right time,

doesn't it feel good, eh?

God knows what
his plans are,

but this is a dead end.

Bollocks!

Throw it broadside!

Handbrake!

B-R-A-K-E.

He's heading
straight for the tracks.

4-5, do NOT follow!

Bravo November 4-5, do not follow.

Bollocks.

You don't come near me!

John, it's not that high,
you're not going to...

You're just going to break your
legs and make a mess.

- Piss off.
- sh*t.

He's on the bridge opposite the nick,
he looks like he's going to jump.

sh*t.

Come on, we both know
she was blackmailing you!

I burnt the evidence, didn't I?!

There's other people's evidence.

There's this Neil bloke
I told you about, for one.

And there's...
more than likely there's others.

She spiked my drink!

Took photos of me looking stupid

and she was going to
send them to people!

- I know.
- Everybody!

People I work with,
my mother, my kids,

people I don't even know that well!

They're just people -
people you don't even like -

they're just people you've
had on your phone for years!

Yeah. I know! I know.
I know how she operated.

Look,
she ruined people's lives,

I tell you,
this bloke I know...

I asked her to just let me go

and she wouldn't,
and I begged her!

And I didn't mean to k*ll her.

Well, I didn't go in there
to k*ll her,

it just...

And so I did this ridiculous thing
to her.

Hideous.

And God knows that's not me.

That's not what I'm like. I'm not...
I'm not a monster,

- I never have been.
- John...

You come any closer,
I'll take you with me!

You were blackmailed.
It was provocation.

That's mitigating circumstances.

And it sounds to me
like manslaughter.

It's ten years - less.

And you and me both know you could
be out.

Yeah, but I'll never work again.

Have you got children?

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Shut up!

Sorry, sorry.

I've...

I've-I've... I've
not done any negotiating courses.

Have you?

Yeah.

su1c1de intervention training.

So...
So...

So what should I be saying to you?

You should be telling
me that you're here

to make sure I get
out of this alive.

Yeah, well, I am. I am here
for that.

You should use my name a lot.

OK.
John.

You've got to be assertive.

Reassuring.
Empathetic, and kind.

And you've got to listen.
You've got to be a good listener.

And you tell them that even though
they can't see a way forward,

you can.

And how in 24 hours' time,

it'll all seem very different
to what it might look like now.

But you see, it won't.

This can only get worse.

How many people have you
talked down over the years, John?

17.

And I never lost one.
Not one.

One lad jumped before
I got there, but...

apart from him.

So, what you going to do?

Mess my record up before
I've even started?

You take your time, I'll just...
I'll just stand here.

OK? I'm not going anywhere.
All right?

I'll just listen. Or I'll talk.
Whichever you prefer.

You tell me, John.

I love my kids.

Yeah.

Really need ETA on that ambulance,
thank you.

- You all right, Sarge?
- Yeah.

There but for the grace of God.

Really?

He stuck a broken bottle inside her

and then prayed to God someone
else'd get copped for it.

That isn't what I said to him,
by the way.

I did try and talk him down.

I'm pleased to hear it.

You all right?

I thought I'd got through to him.
I thought he was stepping down.

Then he just went limp and this
odd look came over his face.

He said, "I loved my kids".

What a sh*t week!

Sorry.

I've had some more information
through. From the DIU.

About some of Tommy Lee Royce's
other visitors.

Yeah?

Interesting reading.

And I've had a message from the
prison liaison service as well.

It's all right, son, sit down.

It's bad news, I'm afraid.

Pending an inquiry into some
of the people who visit you,

it's been decided - by the
Wing Supervisor, and others -

that your visits and phone calls will
be suspended for a while.

- As of now.
- Why?

That's all I can tell you.

Suspended?
What?

Everyone who visits me?

- As I've explained.
- Phone calls?

- Yeah.
- Why?

- I've told you everything I can.
- Why? Why? f*cking why?

Calm down. Don't do that, Tommy.

Calm down, Tommy!

- Hello, Frances.
- What do you want?

These are some of Tommy Lee Royce's
other visitors.

That one - Gina Flynn -

she's a 45-year-old accountant
from Warwick.

Turns out he's engaged to her
as well as you.

And that one -
Justine Niewinski -

she's from Essex.
A student.

Media and politics. She's 23.

He's engaged to her as well.

And that one - Lena Dixon -

fitness instructor
from Leicestershire.

Also engaged to him.

You take care of yourself, OK?

- Hiya, Sarge.
- Do you want to go get yourself a cup of tea?

Hello, Alison.

How are you?

I can't begin to imagine
how you must feel.

But I just wanted to tell you
that...

I had a daughter.

That d*ed.

She was 18.

And I know it's not the same,

but it's all I've got...

to relate it to.

And I just wanted to say...

..don't be short of someone
to talk to.

If you want to.

You know where I am.

That's my number.

You can always ring me.

There's your post,
sweet cheeks.

"Dear dad thank you for
sending me that scaletrix

"I know that you are sorry about
what happend.

"You can write to
Hebden Bridge Hx78AC

"granny doesnt know though

"I hope you are alright.
Love from Ryan"

You OK?

It was odd the other day,
talking to Alison in the hospital.

Why?

She told me her story.

You know -

yet another everyday
story of country folk.

Her dad.

He interfered with her.

Daryl was his son, not his grandson.

Jesus.

She brought up this kid,
this child, this...

..aberration.

That she loved and hated
because...

what else could she do?

And she was terrified of him
finding out, so...

she tried to stop him
bothering with the local lads.

So they picked on him.
And they knew anyway.

They knew something, somehow.

So they became like outcasts,
pariahs.

Something to poke fun at.

I said, "Did he ever know?"

And she said
she thought he'd worked it out.

Although they never talked about it.

She said, "Because I never had
the language."

And I thought,
"Yeah.

"I know."

- Can I get a dog?
- No.

Why?

Because you won't look after it.

No, I would.

I'll walk it and feed it
and everything.

Yeah,
for t'first week.

So I was thinking maybe
a Rottweiler.

Are you?

An Alsatian, then.

- An orang-utan.
- Perfect.

- OK, a Doberman.
- Yeah, right.

- A Great Dane?
- No.

A Siberian Husky. A St Bernard!

Is that a yes?

- Why can't you get something smaller?
- Like a pit bull?

No, like a goldfish.

Fish are rubbish!
You can't talk to fish.

I need something with some
more personality.

Granny. Granny!

I'd get him a dog just to shut him
up if I were you, Mother!