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Oh, sh... ugar!

All right? Yes, thanks. Big meeting tomorrow.

They work you too hard, Emma. Fancy unwinding?

Quick drink down the pub?

No, thanks. Things to do, y'know. Tomorrow, then?

It's time we got to know each other. Perhaps. Excuse me.

'Night.

'Night.

CAR STARTS

Get out, Emma!

No! No!

Arrrgh!

Oh, Shaun...!

I forgot all about it.

So, why get cold feet now? I'd go. So would he. Eh, Austin?

Sarge?

Tea with the Queen Mum?

But it's not just that, it's three days in London. Me?!

You haven't lost it, your George Cross?

Course I haven't. Wouldn't surprise me...

Sarge, incident in Tollies Lane.

Well, tell Wallace and Naylor. They are on patrol.

They're on a call at Bracton Avenue.

There's nobody else.

Sounds serious. Man hiding in a woman's car.

All right. I'm there.

DI Frost attending. Logged call 20.41.

Attending Bracton Avenue now, Sarge.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Mr Cook?

We thought she was staying the night at her friend Jo's house.

Going to the cinema. But she's not.

Jo hasn't seen her since lunchtime. Maybe she went with someone else.

Exactly! It's only 8:45, for God's sake. She's 17, not three!

DOORBELL There you go.

I'm sorry about this. No problem.

Joanne.

Dad said we ought to come over. Why? What's happened?

I dunno. Nothing.

After I left Alison here at lunchtime, I looked back when she went indoors...

..and I thought I saw a man at her bedroom window.

I dunno... he...

It's all right, all right. Shh.

He had a black clothes, medium height or less.

Agile the way he got away.

You didn't get a better look in the car park?

No. It's badly lit. I just saw him get in Emma's car.

I'm so... sorry, Shaun! I thought you were gonna...!

All right... It's over now.

Sorry about the delay, sir.

What...? Ssh, ssh. Stay there.

Look after her, will you?

What d'you want us to do?

You can search a 400-acre wood with your torch...

(POLICE RADIO) 'Insp Frost, Control'

Frost.

'The missing teenager. Bracton Avenue.

Wallace wants you there urgently.' Yes. OK.

Do you live on your own, love? Yeah.

Drive her home. Get someone - a female - to stay with her. Get a statement.

What number Bracton Avenue? 'Number 21, Jack. Name of Cook.'

I think I saw someone. I didn't take that much notice.

I didn't know her folks weren't in. Pauline should've been in.

I work part-time at the Town Hall.

Today's my day off but they phoned so I went in this afternoon. At 1:00.

To be honest, I forgot Alison was coming home early.

Last day of term. Early finish. (Typical !)

So, you and Alison got back here at about...

Half one.

But you didn't actually see Alison go inside.

No. She was getting out her keys as I walked away.

We live round in Manor Road.

Who was first back this evening? Me. About five o'clock.

Nothing amiss? No.

No sign of a break-in? No, nothing.

And you were to meet Alison later this evening at the cinema?

Yeah. About six.

Were you surprised she didn't come?

Yeah. A bit. But I went with some other friends there.

I was gonna phone her after the film but Mr Cook phoned us first.

Why did you do that, Mr Cook?

I noticed she'd forgotten her night things; toothbrush,...

I thought I should pop them round.

Fussing, as usual. He never leaves her alone.

Just as well. Or we'd be none the wiser now!

Mind if we look round?

She's not here!

Martin's all but lifted the floorboards.

Yes. It's just routine. If you don't mind. While the kettle's boiling.

Well! Bit of needle between Mum and Dad?

Bit of pressure too, I reckon.

On Alison? Mmm.

Not the first teenager to need a break.

But most take a change of knickers.

No one's said, cos it don't bear thinking about,

but the bloke you've never caught - the rapist

..he waits in houses, doesn't he?

Clare Bamtema, nurse.

Judy Guest, traffic warden.

Tammy Saunders, also a nurse.

Tara Holdsworth, air stewardess.

All attacked within the last six months.

And now, suddenly, our man appears to be active again.

Emma Fox. And Alison Cook, schoolgirl.

All attractive young women. All under 25.

In each case he's laid in wait in the victim's house.

Except for Emma, last night. He got into her car.

He shows a high level of burglary skill.

Other possible common factors?

One - uniform.

Alison Cook wasn't wearing a uniform

Yesterday was the last day of term. The kids wore civvies.

Don't split hairs, Jack. She may have been targeted earlier.

What about Emma Fox? She didn't wear a uniform.

She's a PA at an insurance firm.

She wore one until last week. Well, a livery.

She worked for a building society.

Why don't you read your brief?

Have local enquiries yielded anything?

Afraid not, sir. No one on her street saw anything.

In the Emma Fox case we've only Shaun Pascoe. The guy who gave chase.

But the last two incidents do match the pattern location-wise.

All the attacks took place in a one-mile radius of the town centre.

Sorry. I just don't buy it.

Alison Cook just doesn't fit.

For a start, two in one day?

He attacked Judy Guest and Tara Holdsworth within 24 hours.

But Alison Cook has been abducted not raped in her home.

All the others live alone. So... not so much time pressure.

Clare Bamtema doesn't live alone. Clare's family were away.

How did he know Alison Cook was coming home early?

Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps he had time to wait.

What about his being under time pressure?

I merely suggested.

Unless he had insider knowledge.

Then he would've known.

Schoolteacher, perhaps.

All the teaching staff at Alison Cook's school are female, sir.

And the caretaker is 72.

Oh.

Probably find that in your briefing notes, sir.

Is Jack up there, George? No. He's gone to see Tara Holdsworth.

Anything important?

No. His crime report last night. It's not signed.

Oh, well...

Here goes.

You're getting quite good. Should try bank notes. Ssh!

Thanks for comin'. No problem.

I'm sorry I'm so late. We had a briefing.

It's nothing specific. I just felt I needed to see someone.

You must be getting fed up of me. No, no. Not at all.

I'm always at the end of the phone, Tara.

I told you that from day one.

But you know, maybe now, someone else could do better for you.

Someone professional.

What, therapy, you mean? A shrink?

Talk to your doctor, see what he says.

He says I should try and put it all behind me.

Then you should change your doctor!

Change your doctor, your furniture, your flat...

That's giving in to him, isn't it? No, not necessarily.

He'd still be there. If I moved.

He'd be there. Behind the new door. The new sofa.

He'll always be there. That voice. Whispering in my ear.

Not if we catch him.

Now that would make a difference, surely, eh?

Tell you what, if we catch him and put him away...

..you move, and make a fresh start.

But you won't catch him, though. I don't blame you.

He's clever. He's in control. No. No, he's not. That's my point.

I'll catch him.

No-one controls me!

You ask my Superintendent.

Right, then, I'll see you soon.

Thanks for comin'.

It's all right. Don't worry. Together we'll beat him.

LOCKS BEING ENGAGED

(TAPS ON WINDOW)

What are you doing here, apart from trying to avoid me?

Working.

Not thinking about door-stepping Tara, are you?

Why, is she your private property then?

There's a lot of public concern, Jack.

It's the appropriate time for the news to do a

follow up on the earlier victims.

A 'follow up'?

What to ask how she feels(!)

I can save you the bother.

Four months on and she "feels" like it only happened yesterday and

it's going to happen again tonight.

She feels terrified about going out and even more terrified to stay in.

She dare switch of the lights and all the furniture that he touched

she keeps covered up.

That's how she "feels"(!)

Anxious, depressed and terrified. Alright?

And if you print one word of that, or you knock on that door...

I shall feel obliged to knock your bloody head off!

And you're going to keep away from the rest of these as well!

(KNOCK ON DOOR) (DOOR OPENS)

Lost something, sir?

No.

Mr. Mullet wants to see you.

As of now, WPC Wallace is rape-dedicated.

Beg your pardon?! Rape-dedicated.

Assigned.

In the hope that a woman's insight will add vigour to your efforts.

I don't think you realise the effect this has on local women.

Insensitive is my middle name.

In the absence of a rape unit, or spare resources,

I must make do with what I've got.

This investigation has been allowed to drift.

Drift?! Drift.

Was an arrest imminent in the four previous rapes?

No. I call that drift.

And so does the Denton Evening News.

This is not a knee-jerk reaction to adverse press comment.

There's a monster out there. I want him caught.

And... I've had a call from the Chief Constable.

(GROANS) Not about the rapes.

Yet.

About the George Cross.

Your... George Cross.

He wants confirmation that you're going to this London reunion.

What... why?

Because you're the only hero Denton's had.

You can't tick the 'no publicity' box, you know.

Bravery's good news.

It's got to be maximised.

Please, be ready for a photo call. Yes, sir.

(ANSWER-MACHINE) 'Hello, Hazel. It's Mum.

D'you want to come to lunch Sunday?'

Sorry, sir. What?

For being foisted on you.

Oh, no. I'd have asked for you, anyway.

Don't tell Mully I said that!

So... Where do I start?

Well,...

I've no idea.

We've nothing new.

The bloke in Emma Fox's car could've just been after her radio.

And as for Alison Cook, well...! Has Emma Fox made a full statement?

No. She hasn't. You could do that.

Make sure she's all right. And I'll go to the Town Hall.

There... Half a sandwich.

No way was he after my car radio. Not the way he looked at me.

He'd been sussed. But he still gave me a good look before he took off.

But you only saw his eyes?

Yeah. He had this black hat and scarf.

Do you think he was planning... to actually go for it in the car?

If it's the guy who attacked the other women...

.. he'd more likely have waited. jumped you when you got home.

God...!

Oh.

Hello, Mrs Cook. Town Hall said you weren't in today. May I?

Has anything...? No. No.

Thank you.

And they said you weren't at work yesterday, either.

When Alison went missing.

I just want to eliminate the man in the window from our rape inquiry.

To me he just doesn't belong.

Can we eliminate him or not?

Thank you.

Right, so... What's his name?

You need his name?

Yes. And his address. Don't worry, we'll be discreet.

Tony...

Tony Hawthorne.

12 Egan Road.

So you were in the house together when Alison came home yesterday afternoon?

It's a regular thing.

We've been seeing each other for quite a while, cos, well,...

..you've seen how things are between me and Martin.

We drive each other up the wall.

Work and Alison. That's all he cares about.

Switched off from me years ago.

And I just forgot about Alison coming home early.

Tony and me use her room.

Put a sleeping bag on the floor cos it still doesn't seem... right... to use our bedroom.

Stupid, but it doesn't.

Anyway, Tony saw her out the window, but the next thing she's coming up the stairs. I never had a chance...

She found us.

I tried to say something, can't remember what,

but she just ran back down the stairs and out.

She just freaked.

Well, that's good news.

I don't think Mr Cook's joy will be unconfined.

Better she's done a runner than been abducted. Guv!

Urgent from Control. Girl's been raped in Denton Woods.

Is it Alison Cook? No, sir. Just some young tart.

Oh, that's all right, then (!)

When did this happen? About midnight.

She's been here ever since. Couldn't move. Drunk. Broken ankle.

That guy found her half an hour ago, 200 yards in.

It was about here our man dived out of the car last night.

Kelly Power?

Who wants to know ?

Hazel Wallace, Denton Police.

More filth (!) 'Fraid so.

How are you feeling? How d'you think?!

What happened? Already told all your lot. Wanna picture (!)

Look, don't mess me about. You could be dead.

Now, you say you were assaulted by a minicab driver, right?

Scumbag! I did my ankle. That's how he got me.

Can you describe him?

Short, dark hair, muscles, black leather jacket.

Age?

35. 40.

What sort of car? Dunno. Silver.

What cab firm? Dunno.

I was legless. Just a card in a payphone. I rang it.

Where? At Waggy's.

The disco.

You were there on your own? No.

Who were you with? A boy.

Name?

Steve. Surname?

Dunno. I met him at the door.

And? We had a good evening.

Then he lost interest, so I slagged him off and went.

On your own. And you phoned a cab?

What time was this? Dunno. Midnight. Quarter to.

Five minutes, cab came, I got in.

Where did you ask him to take you? Home. Paisley Road.

But he didn't? No. We ended up by Denton Woods.

Where he started... Touching me and kissing me. Yeah.

Did you object? No. Then he came on a bit strong.

And it got out of hand.

Besides, I'd had 10 vodkas and I needed to chuck.

So you tried to stop him?

Push him off. Yeah.

But he didn't, so I give him the fingernails.

That slowed him up. Then he started slappin' me about.

But I kneed him, and got away.

Then what? I legged it, till I came to that path through the woods.

So I went down there cos it's the quickest way home.

Only I'm drunk, and I lose the path.

Next thing, I trip up and my ankle feels like it snapped.

So I'm on my hands and knees when wham!

There's an arm's round my neck. And a knife. Here.

Sure it was a knife?

Well it weren't a stick of celery!

How old are you, Kelly?

15.

It's all right. It's not a major problem. I'm on the Pill.

Hello, Jack.

Hello, Shirley!

I'm sorry. I did mean to get in touch.

Are you here with the girl who's... Yes. Yes. My WPC's with her now.

Terrifying what he's getting away with.

Sorry, I didn't mean... No, no. Fair comment.

Look, he's had a go at two nurses. I hope you're being security-minded.

I always am. Thanks.

My WPC... Oh, right.

Shirley.

Would it be all right if I phoned you sometime?

Yes, do. When you can spare a moment (!)

Sir. Don't keep calling me sir!

Sorry. Guv. Right. Well?

One thing I don't think it's ruined her life.

The rapist doesn't know that!

And neither do you.

PA SYSTEM BEING TESTED

'One, two. One, two. Welcome to Waggy's. Testing.'

Well?

Kelly WAS here. There was a bust-up. Her, a lad, and another girl.

Kelly walked out before she got thrown out.

Did you show them the photo?

Photo? Of our runaway. Alison Cook. You never know.

Oh...! OK, come on!

Use mine.

Probably looks like her granny now!

I'll do these. Pick you up in half an hour.

No, mate. Can't help you.

The black rats are at a loose end this week.

Our traffic division.

Shall I ask them to have a word with your lads, vehicles, documentation?

Make you very popular.

Now... stocky build, dark hair,

black leather jacket, drives a silver motor!

Could be Les Wingham.

There you are... Wasn't that hard.

RINGS DOORBELL

Well?

Did you bring your picnic hamper?

No. Pity. Stay here till he shows.

PHONE RINGS

Frost.

Oh, damn ! I'm sorry, love. I'll be right there.

Don't bother, sir. I'll walk.

She was here. Alison. Bar manager remembered her.

It was Alison that got Kelly's Steve.

They left soon afterwards with another couple.

I gave you a list of her friends.

There's no Steve on it.

He's... er... mid to late teens. Quite tall, slim, spots.

No.

Just thought it might be a secret.

Alison share a secret with me? Please (!)

You've no idea who the two they left with might be?

The descriptions we got of them aren't too good.

Look, I've told you all I know. Given you all the names I know.

There may be others. I've no idea.

That's the sort of family we are.

Probably some girlfriend I don't know.

Some other hysterical little bitch she's gone crying to.

Then gone on the razzle to spite me.

All because she caught me enjoying myself for once!

After 20 years of marriage to her zombie of a father.

DOOR OPENS

News?

I'll leave Mrs Cook to update you on that, sir.

Excuse me.

Mr Wingham?

Tell him I'll see him in the weekend. About six.

Gotta go. OK, love. Bye.

Interview room, guv. And that's his previous.

Assault. Bent MOTs. But nothing sexual.

Any burglary? Yeah, one.

But it was a while back. Really...?

Where were you round midnight last night?

I'm a minicab driver. I go all over.

Around midnight!

Had you picked up a female passenger outside Waggy's disco?

You mean the little tart in the blue skirt?

She owes me £3.50. Did a runner.

Mr Wingham, a serious crime has been committed.

Yeah, look! It's her that ought to be nicked. This is turning septic.

Would you mind telling me exactly what happened from the time this...

"little tart" got in your car?

What did she say happened, then?

Where'd you drive her to? Tollies Lane.

She lives on the other side of town. Why there?

Cos she was putting herself on offer.

It happens all the time.

You're in a one-to-one situation with women. It's natural.

So, any woman who gets in your cab is really asking for it?

No, not any woman.

No, but the girl last night...

Did you see the skirt she was wearing?

So, any woman wearing a short skirt is really asking for it?

Well, I'm a man, right?

What does she expect?

Perhaps to leave her alone if she asks you to. Did she?

Not to start with. No.

But after the preliminaries.

She started playing hard to get. They all do that.

So, no doesn't mean no to you?

Well, it doesn't. Part of the game. And hitting her?

So this is all over a poxy slap?

And when she scratched you, that's part of the game, too?

It doesn't mean "stop, let me out"?

It's too late then, isn't it? Too late?!

Yeah. After that sort of teasing.

We're not machines. We can't just switch off then.

She deserved a slap.

So... Not being a machine, but a red-blooded male,...

..with natural instincts no reasonable person could expect you to control...

..you raped a 15-year-old girl. What?

She was 15, Mr Wingham.

Rape? Yeah. Nasty little word.

But she got out of the car. She run off.

To be attacked minutes later in Denton Woods.

Your natural instincts, eh?

Couldn't switch 'em off, so you followed her.

No.

You were with her. Five minutes and 200 yards later, she's raped!

I don't leap out on women in the woods! That's a pervert job.

Look, on the slap I put my hand up. She got out of order, fur was flying.

But I'm an indoor man. Backseat. Settee.

We think whoever attacked this girl was an "indoor man", as well.

This is the fifth rape in six months

The others involve burglary. You've done burglary.

I'm not a rapist.

You apply force. You don't take no for an answer.

That's rape! She got out. I let her go.

If you didn't follow her, then what? I drove off.

I drove off! Parked by the industrial estate.

Had a fag to unwind a bit.

Then I went on-air.

Worked till about 4.30, then went home to kip.

Where were you at 8.30pm?

Half past eight last night?

I dunno. Working.

We're investigating another incident.

Involving someone who matches your description.

Backseat, actually. Your favourite place.

Obviously, we'd like to eliminate you from that inquiry if we can.

Also, my colleague has a list of dates and times.

You must think about where you were at those times,

and if you can prove it.

Then, it'll get intimate.

First, some hairs from your head. And other regions.

Some scrapings from your fingernails.

Some blood. And other bodily fluids.

And I want the clothes you were wearing.

And any other unwashed garments I might find at your home.

And if you remain in the frame after that lot, I'll get technical

and try DNA testing.

Jim Allen says we've a suspect. Yes, sir.

He denies it, so it's down to Medical and Forensic.

He's being squeezed and scraped now. Excruciatingly thoroughly.

So you've ten minutes to spare?

For the photo call?

You, me and the Evening News? With your George Cross, of course.

Where's Sgt Toolan?

Staunton Towers, sir. Where Emma Fox works.

The inquiry about the man in the car.

He's called me there urgently. Has he?!

Sorry, sir.

And make sure Mr Mullett is informed. Yes, sir.

Given that the George Cross is awarded only about once every 10 years...

..you see the extraordinary bravery and devotion to duty required.

Anything on the rapes?

A man is helping us with our enquiries.

Insp Frost is, of course, touchingly modest about his achievements.

But his keeping the Cross in a desk drawer,

where it can provide daily inspiration, tells us a great deal.

I'm fortunate to have such a... such an officer serving under me.

And all of Denton is fortunate...

KNOCK DOOR Ah ! Come in.

Er, message from Mr Frost, sir. He's been called away.

Like I told the uniformed bods last night,

we work 8 till 8 shifts.

But you two were on duty last night when Emma Fox... ? 'Fraid so. Yeah.

Don't say much for our security, does it? She's a nice kid.

Hello, guv. Didn't expect to see you here.

Erm... Det Insp Frost, Gordon Perryman, Nick Daish.

Night security staff.

No closed circuit TV on the gate.

Or in the car park.

The owners were talking about it, but, well, the recession...

Only four of the 12 floors are let.

So, basically, you patrol all night?

Well, not all night know, what I mean? But, yeah, officially.

I mean, let's be honest, it's a doddle.

You didn't see anything? Near Emma Fox's car. No, we...

What about around midnight?

The incident in Denton Woods.

That path finishes here, doesn't it? Yeah.

We tend to stay indoors, once the staff go. That's right.

Basically our job's to keep an eye on the contractors.

CONSTRUCTION SOUNDS

Is he one? Eh?

Contractor? Oh, yeah. Martin Cook.

Been doing a bit of pipe work.

The heating's never worked.

None of the big firms wanted it. He's good.

Mr Cook.

This is a coincidence. Happened to be in the building. This evening work?

Better than sittin' at home.

Especially when you've been "updated."

First things first. Please regard this as a formal reprimand.

Your deliberate absence from the photo call.

I was called away urgently, sir.

That's too well worn to be believed.

Your attitude to such occasions does you no credit.

You're a little old to play truant.

Did your 'urgent enquiries' produce anything? No, sir.

Well, that leads me to my second point.

Take a seat.

Our rape suspect has fallen at the first hurdle.

What? The cab driver.

In your absence the doctor reported direct to me.

Ruled out on blood group.

No need for further forensic. Mr Wingham is a definite Group A.

The one thing we know for sure about our rapist is that he's Group O.

As are 40% of the male population.

Now, Jack,...

..my final point.

The Chief Constable holds you in very high regard, as you know.

But, unfortunately,... He's taking me off the case!

Yes.

He's bringing in the heavies from County. It's out of my hands.

When? They should be with us by the end of the week.

This isn't a reflection... No, no, of course (!)

He feels he must pour in resources before it becomes a major scandal.

So, there's really no reason

why you shouldn't attend the George Cross reunion.

Where's the Governor?

He's gone home.

Well, does he have to do this?

What?

Go off in a sulk.

You know, he should be greatful that county are taking over.

I will be.

It's not our problem anymore, is it?

Read that.

Go on, read it.

It's a letter from Judy Guest.

It's a letter of thanks, to Inspector Frost.

Oh yeah? Mmm.

He spent a fortnight badgering the council 'til they re-housed them.

To get her away from where it happened.

What do you do with your evenings, other than pee them up the wall, hmm?

I'm impressed. Mmm.

But it's not my fault he's a lonely old git, with nothing better to do.

(DOOR CLOSES)

George. Local rag.

Sally just dropped it in for Jack.

No photos, though. 'Cept for Mullett

Did he find it, by the way? What?

His George Cross?

He's lost it?

Must've gone into the bin along with his crime returns!

Hello.

Hello, Shirley. It's Jack.

Erm... This may sound like a funny question, but do you know anyone who does any housework?

Just a couple of hours a week. Two hours?

If you'd like to have a look round on your own... For dirty corners.

Yeah. Right. I'll do that.

She won't turn me down, will she? She's very picky.

I've been thinking. I owe you a dinner. Sorry?

We never did make it to...

Lorenzo's? Did we?

Yeah. That'd be nice.

Would it? Oh, good.

Or you could come round to my place, this evening. If you'd prefer. For a meal.

That way, when you're called away after the first drink,

I can switch on the TV without getting a taxi.

Right... (!)

Yeah, we'll look in all the usual places. Oh... you have.

Well, we'll keep our eyes open. We know his face quite well.

No doubt he'll soon come to notice.

Yeah... Bye, now.

Sarge, Waddon Place Children's Home.

Our favourite teenager's AWOL again.

Stephen 'I know my rights' Galloway?

Yeah. Missing since last night.

As long as that. Oh, dear (!)

Staff tried retrieving him. No sign.

Maybe he's been hit by a bus (!)

So, anyway, I'd brought it home.

Mary's sister from America had wanted to see it.

It'd been lying there ever since.

I thought I'd lost it. I was in quite a sweat.

Not because of Mr Mullett's PR. No.

But because, well,

I feel a bit of a fraud for having been given it in the first place.

I felt... guilty. You know?

As if, by not taking proper care of it,

I was insulting all those people who HAVE earned it.

People who'd faced death cos it's their job.

Not like me just a copper.

You're very hard on yourself.

Anyway, that's the excuse I give myself for not going to the reunion.

That I'm 'not worthy' to rub shoulders with heroes.

But to be really honest, it's because I don't want to go on my own.

I'm not a social person.

It's a family occasion, really. I haven't even got a geriatric aunt.

I suppose there's always Mary's sister in America, but I wouldn't take her.

I wouldn't mind.

What?

Being your geriatric aunt.

If that's all that's stopping you going.

Yeah? Yeah.

I think you should go.

You should make the effort.

You won the George Cross, Jack. Whatever you say.

You should start living up to it, not keep trying to live it down.

And you'd... come to London with me.

As your geriatric aunt. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, of course. No problem.

Good!

Right, I'll see if I can swing it.

Right, shall I dish up the lasagna? Mmm.

Or is the phone going to ring?

Not for me it's not.

Morning, Jack. Morning.

Hazel's given us a description of a guy seen with your missing girl.

I think we've got a match. You won't like it.

Stephen Galloway. 15.

Absconded from Waddon Place Home two nights ago for the umpteenth time.

Not now...!

Criminal damage, shoplifting and car theft are his hobbies.

Uniform pick him up, magistrate gives him a lecture, the home his dinner. And so on.

But no suggestion of foul play?

So, she wasn't abducted from her home.

And no sign of Galloway abducting her from the disco?

Not yet. No.

Teen runaways. Not a CID matter.

Wait till Uniform get a new sighting Leave this. Leave the rapes.

What do you want me to do?

You do still have till the end of the week.

You could prepare yourself for a gracious hand-over.

(POLICE RADIO) 'All units from Control.'

Red BMW, index Charlie 594 Echo Yankee Foxtrot.

Taken from the Raven Road car park between 9am and 10am.

'Advise any sightings.'

That'll be Galloway! Always red ones. Match his acne!

'72, from Control.'

Yeah. Receiving.

Neighbour concerned about occupant 92 Talbot Road.

Oh, Guv. Arthur thought you'd want to know. Clare Bamtema tried to top herself.

You go now. I'll follow on. Mummy!

Come on, kids!

Don't want to! It's all right. It's OK. Cheers, Eileen.

Look, don't come here blaming me! Don't!

I'm not, Terry. I heard.

I just called to see if there was anything... You could do? Yeah!

Catch the bastard! And bring him to me that's what you can do!

Look, I'm sorry.

This has been coming for months.

She just can't handle it.

Even now...

You know, I try.

I talk to her. I tell her.

Over and over again... "You're not dirty. You're not dirty."

"It doesn't matter. Nothing's changed."

Everything's changed.

And do you know why?

Because deep down she thinks she should've stopped him.

A knife at her throat, and she thinks that. She thinks I think so, too! Crazy...!

I couldn't keep my fingers crossed in that situation, much less my legs.

She's right though, y'know.

Cos it won't go away.

It's up here.

It's in my head, too.

That evil little doubt. Every time we get close to each other...

(SOBS)

Think I'll go round the twist before she does.

I'll give you a lift to the hospital.

Yes.

Must sort some food out for the kids.

They're really suffering, y'know. The kids.

This house... !

I mean, look at it.

Her dream home (!)

She hasn't done a stroke.

I see you're not doing all the work yourself, though. What?

Mr Cook. The plumber.

Oh, yeah... Well, I'm no plumber.

Got him to give us an estimate a few months back.

It's all in limbo now.

I hope he wasn't counting on the work.

Promotion?

Civvies. You used to drive a panda, right?

Sideways move. Just temporary.

You done me for no lights.

Spot fine.

Bath Road. About three months ago.

Very strict, you were.

Sorry.

No problem.

I enjoyed it.

These entries... ?

Contractors' movements. Dates. Times in and out.

Why?

New line. Possible witness. Can I borrow this? Sure.

Hello. Is that Tammy Saunders?

Hi, this is Det Sgt Toolan. Denton Police.

I don't know if you remember me...

Oh, good.

Yeah.

How are you?

Ah...

Yeah, well, it is early days yet.

Tammy, look, I'm sorry to trouble you,...

..but have you had any work done on your house in the last year or so?

Well, plumbing, that sort of thing.

I see.

And was this before the attack or...

Right.

Nothing to get upset about, Tara.

It's just that anyone who's worked in the flats,...

..or is familiar with them, might have some information.

Little things no-one's thought of.

I had the whole place done soon after I moved in. You know that.

Plumbing, central heating, electrics.

I had to move out again, while the heating was being done.

All the floors up, no hot water.

Who did the work?

Cook? The missing girl's father?

Purely circumstantial, so far.

You're just grasping at straws!

He's been at Clare Bamtema's, Tara Holdsworth's, and Tammy Saunders'

all at some point before the attacks.

He knows layout, weaknesses, where to hide.

He could've copied the keys and faked the break-ins.

And he was doing nightwork at Staunton Tower at the time of all but one rape.

Sounds like a good alibi, to me.

Given the dozy security guards there, it's no alibi at all!

He could have been in and out of there all night. No one'd know.

But when Emma's car was broken into he was phoning us about his daughter.

And Kelly Power? The same night?

Cook's worried sick about his daughter so he rapes someone else's?

Unloading his tension over Alison?

For God's sake!

There are sick people out there! You know that!

I also know how much you care about this. Support for the victims.

Then why are you letting Mullett hoick me off it?!

Because at the end of the day you're just a detective inspector, not King of Denton!

What did he say? What do you think? We'll talk to Cook anyway.

Guv... The red BMW.

I think it's Galloway!

'Red BMW index Charlie 594 Echo Yankee Foxtrot. Sighted in Blundell Road.'

Heading west. Two on board. One believed to be Stephen Galloway.

Doing a right into... Star Street.

ALL POINTS BULLETIN ON CAR OVER POLICE RADIO

72, are you hearing this?

'Yes, we're on the far side of the ground.

ETA Star Street five minutes.' 'Right into Welton Avenue.'

'I think he might have clocked us.' Stay with him, but no dodgems.

Jeees...! Come on!

Keep left! Left round a roundabout!

'On ring road heading east toward motorway.'

'OK. He's off. County'll track him.'

'He's doing a right into... Cherry Lane.'

If you get frightened, just close your eyes. Like I'm doing.

Damn!

We've lost him!

Guv! Back there!

Ruddy idiot!

You prat!

Look what yer done now!

You ought to go in the crusher along with all the cars you write off! Guv.

Looks like Alison Cook.

Come on out of it!

So... you picked her up at Waggy's disco?

No. They picked us up. They were looking for a good time.

Alison and her friend?

And after the disco?

Walked them home. Got the Big E at the door.

Where was this? Her mate's house. Kate, I think.

Thought we were well in there. She said her parents were away.

I was off me face. Didn't make an issue of it.

Who's we? Me and Trev. Bloke I hang out with when I get out.

And this morning?

Met 'em back of the high street.

We was in the motor. Offered 'em a ride.

Then Trev and her got out. So it was just me and Ali. Nice.

Till you smashed us up.

They think she's going to be OK.

You mean they'll try and rebuild her.

Where's the boy? He's at the station.

What'll happen to him?

He can't be banned. He's too young to drive.

I won't keep you too long, Mr Cook.

That's all right. I couldn't handle it, anyway.

God knows how long that operation'll take.

Well, she's still alive, and you've got her back.

One big happy family again (!)

Mr Cook, you might think I'm rather callous mentioning this now,...

..but urgent enquiries continue regarding the rapes.

Thing is you might be able to help us.

I believe you're acquainted with at least three of the women

who were attacked. Acquainted?

Clare Bamtema. Tara Holdsworth. Tammy Saunders.

You worked for each of them. Holdsworth?

Pelham Court?

Oh, yeah... Right.

I was just wondering if you could help fill in the background for me.

Remember something that we could use. Like what?

Don't know. That's why I wanted to talk to you.

The women got to know of you by way of a leaflet through their door.

Got to do something to drum up trade.

Target blocks of flats. Houses with sold signs.

You get to know the places that need improving -

people who might want improvements.

You must have Denton sussed.

I've lived and worked here a long time.

And these three women in particular when you were going to and fro,

..did you ever see anyone hanging about? Sitting in a car?

No.

Oh, sorry.

None of the women mentioned anything that might've happened to them?

They made me cups of tea. That was it.

I'm not a chatty person. I finish the job. Out.

You don't mind working for women?

It doesn't bother you, being alone in the house with them?

It must happen quite a lot.

D'you ever get propositioned?

Y'know, like the proverbial milkman?

In the house alone. It must happen.

I concentrate on my work.

I'm not interested.

What do you think of men who are?

Who take what's on offer?

What they think's on offer?

Even when they know it isn't on offer?

You've actually got me in the frame, haven't you?

That's really why you're here. Cos I target customers.

Yeah?

Well, sorry, mate, but you're about as wrong as you can get!

See, when I said I'm not interested, I meant I'm not interested.

Come on, you're the detective!

Why do you think our marriage is down the tubes?

Why do you think Pauline needs her bit on the side? Eh?

Need a letter from the hospital?

I'm impotent.

Well, you can forget Cook.

He's got an alibi?

Kind of. Yes!

Lab report on Kelly Power's clothing.

Well?!

They found black woollen fibres, plus dog hairs. Golden.

SOCOs also found a few dog hairs of similar colour in Emma Fox's car.

Yet Forensic on the previous rapes, didn't mention dog hairs. No.

My last day on the case and I'm going backwards!

Lack of forensic doesn't mean it wasn't the same man.

Or that he's not a dog owner.

Just the same guy in clean trousers.

Or he could've had a chance meeting with a labrador on a No.49 bus!

Where does Emma Fox live?

Nuffield Avenue.

Here.

Talbot Road.

Tollies Lane. Castle Gardens.

Pelham Court.

What have they all got in common? On the map.

Open space.

They're all next to patches of open space.

What do people do on an open space?

Apart from the obvious, I mean.

They walk their dogs!

If you wanted to watch a block of flats. Stand about. Follow someone even.

What's the best way to do it? With a dog.

No-one would suss you.

You could even lurk about in woods if you had a dog's lead in your hand

No one'd take a blind bit of notice.

Even better if it's a family dog, like a retriever, or a labrador.

Oh, I dunno. Maybe I'm just clutching at dog hairs (!)

Two train tickets.

London. George Cross. Paddington, actually.

Oh, DCI's gone to County for a rape briefing.

Wants all the papers left in here.

Yes, all right, thank you.

What are you doing tonight?

Guv?

No, no, forget it.

Shouldn't even be asking.

Thought you weren't going till tomorrow. London.

No, no, no. Not that.

If we follow the pattern, our man is running out of patches of grass.

Unless he repeats himself.

But there's still plenty of scope in Denton Woods.

He's been lucky there once. And two attacks usually take place in quick succession. He might try it again.

But this time further round.

Between Tollies Lane and Eastdean Avenue.

You want me to be a decoy.

Is the Super in his cage? No, sir. Lunch at the Chamber of Commerce.

That means straight home afterwards. Slumped in a taxi (!)

Can I help, sir? No, thank you.

Do what?!

A decoy operation. With Hazel as bait.

For just one night?! I've only got one night!

Does Mullett know about this? I've just come from his office.

How many bodies do you want? A dozen.

You can have two! Eight!

Four! Done!

Ready, Gov?

Just about. Come on in.

(TV ON IN BACKGROUND)

You haven't changed your mind then?

Nope.

Good.

Oh, do you want a cup of coffee?

No, no time. Briefing 10 O'clock, you said. Oh yeah, that's right.

Listen, er...

Hazel, I do appriciate what you're doing.

I mean, I know it's risky.

But if he does bite...

Yeah, well if he does bite and it all goes pear-shaped,

I could lose my job and you-

I have done the self-defence course.

It's our last chance. I understand that.

Yeah, well when you see what he's left behind...

Those women. I know they're alive but they're all physiatric cases,

they'll never be the same again. Never!

All because of one man, because he felt like it.

What have you lost? My cigarettes.

You've given it up?

Yes, course I have.

Come on, let's go.

Wallace to Base. Wallace to Base.

I'm leaving now.

What's the time?

10:36.

Do you know what I wish?

That you'd actually got Mullett's approval for this? No... !

I wish I'd never given up smoking.

'Base from Wallace.'

Yes, Wallace. Receiving.

(Two hundred yards in. Nothing yet.)

(Hold on. One IC male, with dog.)

Have you got the time, love?

Twenty-five to eleven.

Cheers.

(Base from Wallace.)

Receiving.

'OK, I think.'

(Wrong dog, anyway.)

What's she want? A label round its neck saying 'My owner's a rapist'?

(Base from Wallace. About 600 yards in.)

Aaaargh!

Hazel!

Wallace from Base. Over.

All units from Base. Main path, 600 yards. Go!

I'm sorry, sir. I'm OK. I saw him. He was there.

Which way?

That way. Go on, go for it!

He went when I screamed. I couldn't speak. I'm sorry.

Did you see his face?

No. Just his eyes. He was wearing a black scarf and hat.

Damn!

All units from Base. Knock it on the head.

There's nowhere near enough of us.

I'm really, really sorry, sir.

No, it's not your fault.

When you land a 1000 to one shot, you're entitled to a payout.

I could've caught him. You could've been killed.

I'm lucky I ended up with a blow-out and not a funeral.

Oh, well... roll on tomorrow, for everyone's sake.

Go on. Why don't you nip off home?

What about you?

No. Me, I'm wide awake.

I think I'll just stay here and annoy night duty for a while.

I'll see you when you get back. What?

London. The George Cross thing.

Oh, yes.

Thank you for reminding me (!)

Birch Road. Burglary. Suspect on.

'Received. ETA Birch Road 3 minutes. Do you have a house number ?'

Yeah. Reported by Mrs Collins, Number 6.

'Received.'

Can't win 'em all, Jack.

Why not?

Thank goodness. A man came over the wall from the woods.

Into next door's back garden. All right, love.

Bloke next door. Take the front?

Can I use your back door, love?

The house is empty. Mr Perryman works nights.

What the hell's going on?! Who are you?

What do you mean? I live here!

Oh. Mr Perryman.

Is this yours, sir?

Only it's been used to force that door.

Still got wood and paint on it.

So? It's mine.

Forgot me front door key.

What a stroke of luck, then. Having this in your pocket (!)

It ain't a crime to break into your own house.

Would you mind telling us where you've been all evening, sir?

Shouldn't you be at work?

Hello. You still here? Yes, sir.

Uniform have nicked Perryman. Burglary. Shall I stay and...

No, no, no. You've done your bit.

Night.

Jack. Perryman's got form.

Course he has. He's a security guard.

Plus, burglary reported Eastdean Avenue. Items missing match his haul.

And...

That's it, Jack. Sorry. Nobody's hurt.

Husband and wife out for the evening, came home. It'd finally been done.

Oh, alright. Cheers.

Where did you go tonight besides Eastdean Avenue?

Nowhere.

Why were you in the woods, then?

I said I forgot me front door key.

Over the back wall's the only way in. Live on your own, do you?

Yeah.

Haven't got a dog, by any chance?

A dog? No. The wife took it with her. And the kids.

When was this?

Eight... nine months.

Get lonely, do you?

You're joking! I'm well out of it.

So!

How does it work?

The fiddle. You and Nick Daish. Staunton Tower.

What fiddle?

Oh, I'm sorry. You're on official leave tonight, are you?

Don't mind if I check that with your employer, do you?

Don't make a lot of difference now, does it? No.

So, there's just the two of you. Work's a doddle.

So any time you want to take a night off to supplement your income,

Nick Daish clocks in for both of you.

If there's a burglary that night, you've got a perfect alibi. Or you did have.

No comment.

You see, Mr Perryman, we have a very specific reason...

..for taking interest in every burglar that we come across

cos there's one burglar in Denton who also commits rape.

Yes. And all of the attacks occur late evening.

Which unfortunately is when you're out and about.

Me? Why not?

You're joking! I'm just a poxy house-breaker.

But what if the rapes happened when you burgled?

But I wasn't! But we don't know that! Your alibi's worthless.

Nick Daish would say you were at work. Like tonight.

It's not just me! He's at it, too! What? Burgling?

Best ask him. I'm just saying I cover for him if he wants a night off.

PHONE RINGS

CONTINUES TO RING

No answer. Perhaps he's on his rounds.

I don't think they bother.

Get a car round there to make sure. And run a check on him.

Thank you.

Sir? Oh, yes?

The other night. Emma Fox man in the car. Staunton Tower.

Did you talk to the security staff? Yeah. Perryman.

Not him. The other one, Daish? Did you see him?

No.

Well, I dunno, do I? He should be there.

What about this for a possibility?

Sometimes you both go AWOL on the same night.

If the one there alone after clocking you both in

fancies popping out, who's to know?

Cos, if asked, Nick Daish would swear you were with him all night.

And vice versa.

Because your alibi is his alibi, and his yours.

Agreed? Agreed?!

Yeah, yeah...

Good.

Now, this Nick Daish, tell me about him.

I just work with the bloke I don't live with him!

12 hours a night, on your bums you must talk?!

Yeah, we talk!

Does he own a dog? What's all this about dogs?

Does he own a dog?!

Yeah.

Yeah... His wife brings it with her when she picks him up.

Bit lollopy thing. Hairy. A retriever.

Does he talk about women?

Does he ever talk about women?! Course he does! We all do.

But that's all it is - talk.

Like that WPC that came round the other night.

We talked about her.

WPC Wallis?

Yeah, well it's all fantasy, innit?

Hello, at last.

Funny, meeting you in the woods.

I was gonna pay you a visit soon, anyway.

What's the matter? Don't you like me being here?

Well, that's a pity.

Cos I'm gonna keep you company a long time.

Now, stand still and shut your eyes.

Bitch!

DOORBELL

Hazel! Hazel, are you all right?

BANGING ON DOOR

Are you OK? You all right?

Bastard!

Are you all right? You're sure?!

Good.

Now, don't you worry. I'll take your statement later.

Come on, it's all right.

(SOBS)

I'm not off me trolley, right? Not mentally ill.

I don't want no-one thinking that.

I just like women.

They're what I think about.

Y'know, those women on the street that walk past you...

They've no idea what's in your mind.

That's good, that feeling.

The power you have over all those women.

No good if they're willing, is it?

Taking it from them. That's the buzz.

Anyone you want informed about your arrest?

The wife, I s'pose.

(DOG BARKS)

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

Sorry, they thought it was their dad.

Oh. Oh yes.

He doesn't look like a rapist. They never do, do they?

And he's confessed to every single one?

We're in the process.

Had to stop to give him his meal (!)

Well, I suppose you'll want to see this thing through.

Pity about London.

London?

SIREN

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