01x02 - Only 48 Hours

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Sam and Neil Yates

thought they'd found an angel.

I think it was a dead body.

I think it might
be Sally Palmer.

What makes you say that?

I think Sally was trying
to find something out.

Sally?

You've got quite the CV,
Dr. Hunter.

And yet, here you are out here,

pretending to be
a country doctor.

It was another life.

How have you been?

Linda Yates is missing.

I reckon she's fine.

It's just someone playing games.

Seemingly, you're not
just a specialist

in human decomposition,
you are the specialist.

I need you to look at the body.

See the angle of the sutures?

He or she would have
been left-handed.

Not just two different knives.

Two different people.

What you got?
Talk to us, what's happening?

They found her?
Is it Linda?

Straight down, David.

Thank you gentlemen,
it's time to go.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

No matter the countless hours

spent sifting through
the wreckage of the dead,

or the years piecing together
their final moments,

there's a particular anxiety
that gnaws away

as one approaches
the final resting place.

The weight of responsibility,

coupled with the fear
of failing to meet it.

Who the bloody hell is this?

This body's been here
twelve months at least.

No soft tissue.
More like four, five years.

- Why five?
- Denim jeans.

Cotton takes four or five years
to break down,

and they're on their way.

Care to hazard a cause of death?

- Blunt force cranial damage.
- Someone smashed her head in?

Not her.

See the way the jaw flares.

Zygomatic arch,
large mastoid process.

Age?

Judging by the teeth,
late twenties to early thirties.

Fantastic. An unrelated m*rder.
Just what we need.

We got an ID on the prints.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Thanks.

No sightings of her
since the barbecue.

Are you still confident
she died after that?

Yep. Four or five days later.

Which means someone
likely kept her alive

in that time before k*lling her,

potentially giving Linda Yates
the same window of survival.

If it's the same someone.

Did you learn anything
from the lab?

Looking for two different knives.

Both stiff blades
around six inches,

one partially serrated.

Okay.

It's enough to start a search.
What else?

Whoever cut her throat
was right-handed.

Whoever stitched those wings
onto her back used their left.

So, two K*llers?

Jesus.

Hi, mate.

What you got there then?

I think she's hurt.

She got caught
in a fishing line, yeah.

I think you're right.

She's not in a good way, mate.

Is she in pain?

I reckon so.

You remember what I taught you?

- We have to let her go, yeah?
- Yeah.

It's a kindness.

Give them back to nature.

Okay.

There you go.
Come here, girl.

I got her. Alright?

There you go. See?

- All over now.
- Yeah.

Not so bad, was it?

David.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I'm asking before
the journalists do.

Was the body
they found today Linda?

I'm sorry, I can't say.

You're the village doctor, David.
This community needs you.

And I'm doing all I can.
We're all on the same side here.

Are we?

With the police suspecting
the whole village?

I'm sorry, I can't say anything.

Right. Well,
I guess there's your answer.

And now I'll pass you
over to Manham for the report.

The dead woman discovered
two days ago

28,>
from Manham.

We're asking anyone
with information

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in confidence.

questions>
at this time, thank you.

I'll be holding a prayer service
at the church tomorrow

for Sally and our missing friend, Linda.

Even if you're not
a regular churchgoer,

I'm sure you'll want to be there.

I'm probably just being
overcautious, but...

I know.

Thanks. I was thinking the same.

I'm just the other side
of the common.

My dad brought me sailing
in Norfolk when I was little.

Sailing was
our special thing together.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

This is why I applied
for the job in Manham.

- You still go sailing?
- I do, yeah, when I can.

- That's nice.
- Yeah.

This is my house.

Would it be wrong to say
this place is still beautiful?

No.

No.

Thank you.

- Have a good night.
- Night.

Hello?

We've got a DNA match
for the lad in the woods.

From the database?
- No. Another victim.

But there is only
one other victim.

Yeah, exactly.

The same DNA as Sally Palmer?

Alan Ratcliffe.
Aged 31 when he disappeared.

Close blood relatives.
Probably brother and sister.

sh*t.

Look, I need you to run me
through the results

from the lab in the morning.

Okay.

Okay, sure.

The knife's point of entry
in Sally's right shoulder

struck her scapula,
close to the clavicle.

The substance left behind
tested as 80 percent carbon,

10 percent hydrogen,
small amounts of sulphur,

oxygen, nitrogen,
a few trace elements.

In plain language, bitumen,
on the tip of a stiff blade.

Generally,
they're sold as hunting knives.

Could Gary Yates use
one of these for gutting fish?

He could.

Along with half the village
that go fishing.

It's the combination
that's important:

bitumen on the tip
of a hunting knife.

Okay. While you're here,
could you look at some

of these crime scene photos
for me,

see if there's anything
I've missed?

Yeah.

God. Okay. So, there's no way
whoever stitched these on

was suturing for the first time.

Medically trained?

Possibly.

Or anyone who
works with animals,

which round here
doesn't narrow it down.

You've got farmers
who will stitch their sheep

to save vets bills, you know?

Okay, what if I suggested
a division of roles?

One k*lling, the other disposing.

There's nothing in the evidence
that would rule that out.

What are the chances
of brother and sister killings

not being connected?

I mean, close to zero.

But I'm not seeing any marks
of similarity

in the manner of their deaths.

Go back.

There.

What?

Stones.

So?

They've been placed in a circle.

Jesus. Same ritual disposal.

Dead brother, sister moves here
looking for his k*ller.

What?

Almost the last thing
that Linda said to me

was she thought Sally
had moved to Manham

looking for something.

Or rather someone.

Yes.

I remember Alan.

I treated him for Lyme disease.

An occupational hazard
when you sleep in the woods.

A free spirit, I think you'd
say,
but he certainly was

a knowledgeable young man.

I think you're better off
speaking with Ben Anders.

He was an important part
of Alan's research.

Is there anything else
we can help you with today?

- No, that's all.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

f*ck do you think you're doing?

Dan! f*cking shut it off!

Shut it off!

It's Wednesday.

Do you really think
that I want the grass cut

at a time like this?

I cut the grass on Wednesday.

Dan,

just get the f*ck out of here.

It's okay, Mr. Yates.
I've got this.

- You alright?
- Sorry.

Well, it's okay.

Mr. Yates has other things
on his mind at the moment.

Okay.

So, what do you
want to draw tomorrow?

I want to draw a pintail.

- That's a good idea.
- Thank you.

David.

- Hi, Tina.
- Hi.

Can I have a word, please?
Not out here. It's confidential.

Sure. Do you want to make
an appointment at the surgery?

It's not medical.

Okay. Sure.

The night Lind disappeared,

Gary came to my house.

He was in a right state.

I mean, usually he'd walk over,
but some reason he drove.

He stayed all night.

You can judge me if you want,
I don't care.

So, who would've been
looking after the kids?

Not knowing Linda was running,
I took it she was, but...

I think you need to be
telling this to the police.

No, I can't.

I just really love Gary.

- But they need to know.
- Yeah.

You know it's fish
you're meant to be catching?

Like you'd know.

Bit of lemon, garlic,
fresh herbs.

Tracy will never
know the difference.

Yeah, yeah.

You do know what a fish
looks like don't you?

Hope you're going
to pick those up.

I will.

Did she know
about the two of you?

He was going
to tell her it was over,

that the boys
were coming with us.

I can't stand the lies.

You know, I'm an honest person.

There was something else.

Gary said Linda
told Sally Palmer about us.

He hated that.

Excuse me.

Mackenzie.

Where?

We've got to go.

Entry wounds.

The throat's been cut.

- Like Sally Palmer?
- From what's visible here, yes.

She's...

The body is desiccated too.

You need to check
the soil for iron levels,

but she bled to death
somewhere else.

It's been moved here.

Time since death, 48 hours,

but she hasn't
been here very long.

Gary Yates, I'm arresting you
on suspicion...

f*ck!

Come on, Gary,
don't be stupid now.

Come on then, f*ck off!

Go round the back!

Jesus!

Gary!

- You...
- Do yourself a favor. It's over.

Where you going to go?
It's over, Gary.

- f*ck off.
- On the ground.

Don't make this
any worse for yourself.

f*cking hell.

f*ck!

Cuffs, please.

Do you like it?

Yeah. Thank you.

For goodness sakes.

I'm having a drink with lunch.

A toast, to the police,

and the end
of this sorry affair.

Gary. Those poor boys.

He was never a good father,
to be honest.

What about you, David?
How are you?

David?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me. I have to go. Sorry.

Helen!

sh*t. You look terrible.

Sorry, sorry, that sounded...

Would you like to come sailing?

Come on, it's a good idea.

We'll go sailing, okay?
I insist.

Now you're telling me
my wife's dead,

and you b*stards
won't let me see my boys.

Alright, calm down.

How do you pronounce this?
Olan's? Olan's Lane?

- Ollands.
- Ollands Lane.

Okay, so according
to her statement,

he was there
the night Linda went missing.

- That's right.
- Not at home, like he claimed.

Who told you that?

Tina, the woman you've been
having an affair with.

Was it because
she wasn't going to let you

take the boys with you?

When you moved in with her?

- Is that why you k*lled Linda?
- This is bullshit.

And then you went to Tina's
to give yourself an alibi.

Never f*cking touched her.

Well, that's not what
it looks like from here.

Where's Neil and Sam?

Social will be picking them up
later today.

Put them with
a nice experienced couple.

What, like they know them
or something?

f*ck off.

So,

according to Tina,

Sally Palmer knew
about your affair.

She was encouraging Linda
to end the marriage.

You could not be
more wrong about me.

You were going to lose the boys.

You want to be out there,
looking for whoever

k*lled Linda and Sally
before he does it again.

It's on your head
when that happens.

Not if, but f*cking when.

You told us you were at work
the day Sally was abducted.

That was another lie, wasn't it?

Yeah, we checked.

We checked with your work,
you were absent all day.

Explain that.

- Okay, sit down on that side.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Hand on the tiller.
- Yeah.

So, can you see where
the wind comes from?

Yeah.

Okay, so keep it straight.

We want to edge close,
but not too close.

- Okay.
- That's right.

Right, now how do I turn?

So...

- You do it, you do it, you do it.
- I do it?

- Swap back, yeah.
- Okay.

Okay, so I say,
"Ready about."

- Yeah.
- And then we turn.

- Okay.
- Okay. Ready about.

- Yeah.
- Lee h*.

- Good, good, good, wait.
- I'm not very good at this.

Good.

Okay, put your hands
on the tiller.

- Okay. You hold that.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Can I...?

Okay, go to the starboard side.

- What?
- On the right. On the right.

Starboard, right.

- I've got it, don't worry.
- Okay.

- Great.
- There we go.

Can you do a round turn,
two half-hitches?

- What?
- Just make any knot.

Okay.

Okay, great.

We've got to get that sail down.

- Okay, wait, hold it.
- I've got it.

Yeah.

- Great.
- Easy.

You did a good job.

- That was great.
- Yes.

I needed that. Thank you.

No problem.

- It was a lovely day.
- Yeah.

I'm not going anywhere.

Okay?

Yeah.

But I'm late.

What?

I'll help you out, okay?

Bye.

Dan.

- Sorry I'm late.
- That's alright.

That is beautiful.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

"Scheisse!"

No.

- That's not a good idea.
- Don't worry, Dan.

No, no.

No, no, you're wet!

No, your clothes are all wet!
Your clothes are all wet!

It's alright! It's alright!

Dan, don't worry! Dan!
Dan, I'm okay!

Dan, I'm fine.

Dan.

- Dan, I'm alright.
- Here.

- You good?
- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Thank you.
- It's alright.

- That's kind.
- It's okay.

Whose clothes are these?

Dan, where did you find them?

You're cross with me, yeah?

You need to tell me.

Why are you cross with me?

- Where did you find them?
- In there.

Dan. Where is Ben?

Am I in trouble?

You're not.

I don't want to be in trouble.

You're not.

I don't want to be in trouble.

I don't want to be in trouble.

Dan?

Dan? Dan! Open the door!

Dan!

Dan! Dan!

Can we settle down, please?

Everyone back in their chairs. Good.

Anyone seen Miss Krause?

Anyone?

Hello?

You can't wake up.

Dan?

Dan? Dan, you need
to untie me.

He says you have to be asleep.

Who says?

Dan, Dan, who says that?

But I can help.

What?

He says...

He says you're hurt,
but you can't see it. Yeah?

Dan, I'm not hurt.

- Dan, I'm not hurt.
- It's okay.

You need to help me, okay?

Dan, can you untie me please?
Dan. Dan.

It's alright, yeah?

Dan, can you help me, please?
Dan.

Dan. Dan! Dan!

You have to listen.

Speak to Janice,
she'll book you in, okay?

Okay, so I'll arrange it
for three weeks' time, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Janice mentioned we've not heard

from George Mason in a few days.

Okay. Then that's my next call.
What have we got?

Our last sighting was
late afternoon yesterday.

She left Manham Water 18:50
and cycled into the village.

Then we have her at 19:08,
headed down the track

into the woods.

What about her flatmate,
Tina Harper?

She said she didn't
come home last night.

Also, she's a type-one diabetic.

Does she have
her insulin with her?

- Tina thinks not.
- sh*t.

DC Hodges.

Triangulation.

Okay, 42, 24, 12 north.
2, 10, 26 east.

- What's this?
- That's the bird sanctuary.

Ben Anders.

I want armed response ready
to deploy within the hour.

Get the profiler
and the negotiator here.

Tactical need to be aware
Anders knows

these woods inside out.

We saw what the b*stard did
the last time.

Woodland, move on.

Secure the gate. Move.

- Hello, Dr. Hunter.
- How are you?

Good, yeah.

Can I

come in?

Yeah, okay.

- How's Grandad?
- He's good.

- Yeah?
- Want a cup of tea?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Is he around?

- In the bedroom, sleeping.
- Okay.

- I'm very busy. I've got to go.
- Okay.

Received.

No sign of Jenny Krause
or Ben Anders sir.

For f*ck's sake.

He's there. He's f*cking there.

Armed police, don't move!

Drop the traps, Ben.
Drop the traps!

George?

Hands behind your back!

I can't talk now.
There's another woman missing.

George Mason's caravan,
top end of Farnham Woods.

I've just found him dead,

decorated like the others.
I think it's all his grandson.

I think it's all Dan.

Okay, get the hell out
of there now.

We're moving out.
Get him in the van.

Who is it?

You said someone
had gone missing.

Local schoolteacher.
Jenny Krause.

Jenny. Jenny. Come on.
Where is he? Where is he?

David.

Come on, quietly. Quietly.

You shouldn't be here,
Dr. Hunter.

It's okay, Dan.

It's okay.

What are you doing?

I have to look after her.

This isn't looking after her.

You can't be here.

It's not allowed!

You can't be here!

It's not allowed!
You can't be here!

Mackenzie, I've got her.
I've found her,

she's gone into hypo. Jenny!
Yeah, she's hypoglycemic.

I'm taking her back
to the surgery.

I'll meet you there.

Jenny!

Jenny, listen to my voice.
It's okay.

Everything's going to be alright.
Dan Mason had her.

Tied up in the workshop.

- At George Mason's?
- Yeah. Jenny.

I don't know,
I left him on the floor.

Jenny, stay with me.

Yeah, I'll see you
at the surgery.

Stay with me.

- Henry! Henry!
- David.

She's in hypo.

Check her pulse.

Ambulance are on the way.

We need insulin.

How's she doing?

How's her pulse?

What...?

I'm sorry, David.

Truly, I am.

You do wonder, David,
whether some people are just

doomed.