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next week with Carlo, yeah?

See you training.

Come on.

6 .6 on your FM dial, serving Bristol and the West.

According to a... Hold that five minutes!

Love ya.

Hello, McBray.

What's what, then?

Bird, over there.

What, a brass?

Could be.

Who else, you know, come over here for a bunk up?

Apart from you, that is.

When did it happen?

Well, she wasn't here Friday night when the factory knocked off, so any time

between half past five then and this morning.

We'll know more when the time team's got cleared away.

Wasn't bothered about being found, was he?

Unless he was disturbed.

Who called it in?

Girl from the factory.

Short cut to work. Good sort as it happens.

All right, chaps.

All right, Mick.

I thought he was up to vision today.

Ah, lunch, innit?

What, on the move, is he?

Wouldn't know, mate.

I just drive him.

Give me all that.

On a promise, is he?

No ID yet.

No. Credit card, handbag, bag of lasers?

There might be, but I thought we'd done a thorough search.

Buy the numbers then, Keith.

Let me know once you get an ID.

Absolutely. Jack!

Sir, how did the boy get on yesterday?

He scored there through to the causes.

Good for him. I'll buy the buy.

Domestic, Friday.

Good result. Well done. Thank you, sir.

You all right running this one?

I'll be on hand if the need arises, but you run it on the ground. I'll just keep

a weather eye.

Take the wheels from off, if they like.

Thank you very much, sir.

You deserve it.

Right. First things first, we need a name.

There's no misprison over the weekend, match the description.

No handbag been recovered as of yet.

So all we're left with is the clothes she stood up in.

Plus a set of prints, once the PM's been concluded, which might help us out.

So one or two to run a check on what she was wearing, yeah?

Jack?

Trev? We've got the SG on house to house, but there's also a factory back

the area, makes insoles.

I want a team in there to talk to the workers and the management, etc.

Plus anyone who drinks in the area. Pubs, clubs and so on. Anyone who might

seen.

CCTV cameras on Bonser Road, which is adjacent.

So someone's got an evening's riveting viewing.

The body of that little black female in her early thirties.

Rigor had passed.

Post -mortem lividity on back.

buttocks, thighs and calves.

Insect activity widespread.

Leaking of fluids also through orifices and wound sites.

Extensive trauma to the head.

Numerous puncture wounds to the lower abdomen, thighs and genital area.

Faces what appears to be oil of some sort on the back of the cranium.

I said, listen lady, for your information, we pay our road tax same as

And if Mike Frank wants to park there, we'll park there.

And what did she say? Didn't know what to say. She went back in.

Eden, come on! No, he won't take booze for a goose.

She's a wife.

Any developments on the setting, Fran?

I put the order in at lunch.

You came round then.

What did that say?

Oh, no, he's very good like that. He's never kept me short.

Kids don't want for anything.

Garda, the lady wants to know I've got a son to pay in a second.

Frenzied attack, the pathologist said.

Frenzied? What's frenzied?

40 wounds, 20? Hate in the moment?

There's no indication of sexual intercourse.

Any word on the ID?

I did a CRO check on her prints, but there's no form.

Well, he's done a proper job, I know, Jack.

Cut up a mark off the breakfast time.

These are the pics.

I hate mortars.

You should have seen Chapman's face.

Do I stink?

I must think, mate, can I? Hey, Mickey, you got any of that money about you?

Yeah.

What was it? What?

Petra and Woodsy's still over at Gilbert's Insoles, boss, and Frank's got

punter in Clifton.

What? Excuse me?

What? Oh, there was one thing, Gov. Area car reported an RTA junction of Fox

Road and Shelton Street, midnight Friday.

He failed to stop, knocked a pizza delivery boy off his moped.

It was a blue, four -door saloon, single occupant, no index.

It's just that Shelton Street runs down to where she was found, and the time's

in agreement with the PM.

I need to find that car driver a matter of priority.

Linda, get on that, would you please?

Right, the victim. If she was a prostitute, she hadn't got any form as

There's no indication he's had it off with her.

Though, if he was pissed, maybe that's what started it all off.

It's worth saying, however, it was a particularly violent attack.

And whoever he is, he didn't get out of there without any blood on him.

Right, any joy with a name?

One of the girls who works Shelton Street said there's been a new black

around the last couple of weeks, but no name.

Black girl called Penny works in Phillips.

Went off with a bloke late Thursday.

She's not been seen over the weekend. White skirt.

I'm going over her house to see if she's back.

They keep you posted on that, right?

What about what she had on?

Skirt manufacturer's based up north.

This particular one they stopped making about two years ago. Sold in pound shops

and street markets all over the southwest.

Still working on the top.

It's from the catalogue.

As for the shoes, Galf, well, they were jellies.

To be honest, I haven't got a clue. Could be any seaside place.

Well, got anything off the closed circuit?

Phil's locked in a darkened room, boss. Nothing as yet.

Four to five weeks, they said.

That's all right, wasn't it?

You said it was all right to go ahead.

Jack?

Well, four to five weeks, yeah?

What's up, son? Sorry.

Can you look at my bike?

Yeah, sure.

It's on the table.

After tea, then, yeah?

Yeah. Turn the game off.

What's up with him?

Oh, the chain's slipping.

Oh, you heard that, then?

Sorry? You haven't heard a word I've said, have you? Have you had a bad day

something? No, no, it's all right.

Jack, I know you're busy, but I've got to miss Perney's right now.

Can you deal with it?

We've been away, see? Me and the kids.

My mum's got a caravan in Pothcore.

Treco Bay.

We only got back today.

But she didn't go down with you?

No.

Well, why was that?

She wanted a break from the kids.

I said I'd take them off for a week.

So what makes you think she's missing?

Well, it was late last night we got back.

She wasn't there?

No. That's why I'm here.

Well, is there anyone she might have gone to stay with? Friends?

Relatives? No.

She's never stayed out all night before.

What does that mean?

What, she stayed out some of the night?

No, no. Nothing like that.

What were you meant to come back today?

End of the week.

But Clinton's got a temperature. I wanted Trish to see him.

Trish, that's short for Patricia.

Yeah, that's right.

Have you got a photograph of her?

Yeah.

I might have left it in the car.

I'll come with you.

You shouldn't leave your kids unattended, Mr. Robert.

Hello.

How are you doing?

Then you better bring them inside.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Let's get you out.

So... Where's Paula?

There's her.

Can you pick it up?

Fair enough, I know.

I know her.

Well, not know her. She came in the shop. She came in the shop with her

children, two kids and a baby. Is that right?

That's right.

Why better at all to her?

She bought them shoes for a little boy.

Yeah, well, everybody's got to buy shoes, Sally.

Nice.

Nice.

No. What about my hug?

Go on up, you go.

But where was it? Where'd it happen?

A bit of wasteland down Shelton Street.

Yeah, by the factory.

Why?

Nothing, it just... Well, the shop's only five minutes.

Yeah, but you don't go down there, do you?

Well, at least I hope you don't. It's a red light district.

Sally, it was a Friday night fish and chip job.

Most of the time they were just copper beating.

It was unlucky.

You picked the wrong bloke.

Seemed genuine enough.

Did he?

Come in.

Jim's been running a CRO on Robert, Jim.

Yeah, we've got two previous convictions for assault, 92 -93.

Living off a moral earning, also 93.

Possession of an offensive weapon, knife, in 98.

and he's also been nicked twice for possession of heroin.

Thanks, Jim.

Who saw him when he came in?

Do you have any idea what she might have been doing there?

But you do know that area.

I know where it is.

It's a popular haunt with local prostitutes.

So, Jan, I'll ask you again.

Do you have any idea what she might have been doing there? Not what you're

suggesting, no.

All right.

Now I'm going to need a full statement from you.

How are you feeling?

Are you up to it?

She was so pretty.

Like a little flower.

Something beautiful.

They moved from Reddy nine months ago, both on social.

You know, she was a qualified hairdresser. Still did a bit now and

according to him.

Now, he went down to his mum's caravan in Porthcawl last Wednesday with a kid.

They stayed until late Sunday and spent most of the time in the caravan,

according to him.

What about Friday night?

A pub called the Duke of Monmouth with some blokey hall walker doing the Brecon

Beacons. I'll pass what details he gave to me on to the Welsh to see if they

could locate him.

What a load of bollocks.

You got an address for his mother?

Old folks home, some way out of Porthcawl.

Now, I put it to him that his missus was on the game.

He was adamant that she wasn't.

Now, I know he's got form. Yeah, form as long as your arm.

Drugs, immoral earnings, but not off her.

What, you think he'd be a first?

Hang on a minute. She hasn't got any form.

Now, she might or she might not have been at it.

But what gives you the idea that he's up to something?

And even if he has been running girls, then why murder this one? It doesn't add

up.

Well, someone's up for a trip to the Badlands.

That's what we say.

But it's him.

We're not saying anything right now.

Maybe she did the odd bit of business while he was away that he didn't know

about.

Won't be the third time.

I'm keeping an open mind. I want you lot to do the same.

Bully book, sorry.

DC Mowbray, can I have a word?

He said he was here with his kids.

There's a thousand of them, do you know?

If you ever want to hire one, they're very comfortable.

Family man, I don't know, kids.

Two. Well, there you are.

Old mod con, satellite tally.

What have you last seen, Mr Roberts?

Two or three months, maybe.

And, uh, he was here with his wife and kid?

No, he never wanted to bring you children down.

It's well worth a visit.

Corny Beach, the Hanfair, West Bay.

Oh, that's a lovely beach, that.

Go across up the road.

You want to rent one of these?

I'd give you very competitive terms.

What do they do when they're here?

Bingo for Saturday.

Half a clubhouse.

Two or three pubs in walking distance.

And this is Mum's, is it? You'll never see her now.

She's up at Cliff Lawns, our home.

What about the families either side and across the way? Would they have been

here last week?

Some of them. You could knock.

I will do.

But I'm going to need a list of names and home addresses.

It's going to take some time.

I can wait.

So what do you know about Mrs Roberts?

His mum?

No, his wife.

Well, she's black.

But what's it all about, anyway?

In trouble, is she?

She was murdered.

Now, let's sort that list out, shall we?

Will you not get a temperature?

You don't feel well.

I don't know. I just feel a bit... I'll call Dr Thorne. No.

I'll be OK. I'll stay here.

What about if I make a bed up for you on the sofa and put a video on?

Make sure you're back up here before your dad gets home, though.

I mean, otherwise it'll look like you're playing about, won't it?

Come on.

Bring your duvet.

If he did see his mum, she wouldn't have known about it.

She's got Alzheimer's.

He hasn't been to see her in over two years, according to staff.

What about the caravan site?

He was there over the weekend.

Found me in a caravan up the way, played with his kids.

When was that, though?

Saturday.

That doesn't rule him out Friday night.

Come on, Jim, his only alibi is halfway up a mountain.

He was there Saturday.

Well, all right, let's ask his kids.

They'd know if he was there or not.

He was there when they went to sleep, and he was there when they woke up.

They wouldn't know where he was in between, would they?

Two and a half, three hours, he could have been here and back.

I think he found out she was on the game.

And that's why he's done it where he's done it.

What, you've got some reason he didn't do it?

No.

I'm just keeping an open mind.

Feeling any better?

I suppose.

You sure?

Yeah.

I don't.

All right, Stuart, what's up?

Have you ever seen a dead body?

Is it horrible?

Well, it can be, but you... You learn to switch yourself off from it.

Why?

Stuart, if I ask you something, will you tell me the truth?

Have you been in my briefcase?

How many times have I told you not to go in there?

And now you know why.

There's nothing to be frightened of. There is.

See this?

I feel a bit like a dead body.

There's something inside it.

Then it's gone, like my head.

And what gets left behind, well, that's the body.

So, there's somewhere else you mean?

Yeah. Like in heaven?

That's right.

Do you think your mum and dad are in heaven?

Well, I... I don't know.

If they're alive, they're alive, and if they're dead, well, they're in heaven,

so either way, I know they're OK.

But doesn't it matter?

You don't know where they are.

Well, it did when I was younger.

I used to think about it a lot.

But now I've got you, and your mum, and Paula, and you're my family.

Are you all right?

Yeah, he's fine now.

What was that all about?

A matter of life and death.

He's been in my case.

He found some pictures.

Oh, Jack.

Look.

He knows not to go in there.

And now he knows why.

Pictures of what?

Nothing.

A body.

But I've spoken to him and he's fine now. Let's not make a big thing out of

yeah?

Come on, come here.

Where is that Chiltern Street woman?

Was it bad, Jack?

I'm going to leave it on Mark. I don't want to bring it here.

You've got the pictures, have you?

In my briefcase. And everyone in this family knows it's out of bounds.

Is that

her?

Well, if it is, she's lost her handbag.

Hang on, hang on, he comes back.

So if that's her, which it might or might not be, she might have gone off

bloke, or she might not.

Is that all you've got on the car?

So far, yeah.

Well, hang on, look.

She's walking out of town, yeah?

He's coming in, and he stops.

He turns round, follows her back out again.

So if he came back in again later, you're not going to have anything more

him. Because that's where the CCTV cover finishes.

Afternoon, boys.

Looking for Detective Superintendent Henderson.

Detective Chief Superintendent Owen. I believe I'm expected.

Oh, yes.

If you'd like to follow me.

Right.

Well, more a case of what I can do for you, I think, really, Derek.

Maybe you heard, but we've got a bit of a bad lad on our ground.

Three women, it is.

Murdered last eight months.

I remember you'd had one at the end of last year.

That's right.

November, first one put over.

Then one in Pont -au -Prince in March.

Last Wednesday, the first two were known prostitutes. Most recent, no record,

but we're pretty sure she was at it with the service station part -time.

Same bloke, is it, you think? All three?

Yeah, there are similarities.

I understand you were the prostitute at the end of last week.

Well, we don't know whether she was or not. We're pretty certain it's a

domestic. We're looking at the husband.

Can I talk to him?

Well, Keith's handling it. Keith?

We'll pass any relevant forensic material across. Of course, sir.

Might be useful. I have the same from you.

All the girls you're in were white.

Ours is black, you see.

Well, the second one was half German.

The one in Ponti.

Anker.

Anker Morgan.

19.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you, sir. I'm wanted at the division.

Keith will get you anything you need.

Help yourself to scotch.

Oh, cheers.

Quick word, Keith?

Excuse us a moment.

I assume he's looking for a Welshman. What, I thought so.

Roberts is Welsh.

We're going to have to charge him, yeah?

No, no, fair enough, but if and when we do, he's ours.

Check his whereabouts at the time of the other three.

But for the moment, let's assume he's just killed his missus.

We're not in a car, though, are we?

It's going all the way, that one, I'm telling you.

What's going on?

He comes back from division about half three, smile like this.

He goes straight in his office, kicks out the taffy.

I mean, the guy was ratted. He could hardly stand up.

Henderson's got his chief superintendent's fee.

Chapman's acting.

Old Taffy's weaving about, right? So he's gone? Yeah, this afternoon.

Onwards and upwards, eh?

Don't know where yet. Maybe drunk or something. Wait, wait, hold up. I'm

to tell a story here.

Sir Taffy says, don't you call me Hugh.

I'm sir to you.

Henderson says...

Not since half one, you're not.

You'll be all right that way, lucky bollocks.

Jack, Gov, I believe congratulations are in order.

Oh, thanks very much.

Got a job for you. Go and give friend Roberts a tug.

Jimmy, go with him. I thought you were leaving him.

Yeah, I'd like him in now.

Is there a problem?

I don't know, Jotun.

I'm having a few difficulties with a statement you made.

Will it take long? I've made an appointment to see the funeral

You might be able to help us.

This alibi I gave it on Friday.

Alibi? Yeah.

Caravan in Port Corn.

I told the other officer about that. I went there Wednesday, I came back

We were in a lot of trouble with the police before, though.

Quite a bit of trouble.

That was years ago.

It was drugs. Trish sorted me out.

Or assault.

Living off immoral earnings.

Bit of a ladies' man, are you, Joanne?

What do you mean?

Where were you Friday night?

Oh, no.

What do you say?

You think I killed Trish?

You sit down, not us.

Has he got a few outlooks on where we're starting?

We'll send the film, then, would you?

Why not?

Film? Yeah.

What? Film?

What? Wait, you think so, don't you?

Yeah, it's a little hard to tell what's going on some of the time, but you know

what they're like.

Didn't know your wife had been caught on camera, did you?

No.

What are you doing there?

Shh.

You can identify that woman on the screen there as your wife, can you?

Yeah, yes.

Well, at least we know one thing.

She was a dirty little whore, wasn't she, Yian?

No. No?

What do you think she was doing there, Yian? Back in the time.

You knew who was at it, didn't you?

You've known all along.

What do you say, Captain?

What?

You keep that to yourself?

Why?

You've dreamed of it. Is that what it is?

No,

Christopher, it was before, haven't you, Yian? Haven't you, Yian?

It wasn't like that with Trish. It wasn't even... When did you first find

she was at it?

Last November.

That went.

No, no, she wasn't not then.

You found out she was at it and you didn't like it, did you?

Ain't you, Ian?

Bit of a mark -up still, but Black Tart is there.

Eh?

Can't say I've ever seen the appeal in myself, but you know what they say, it

takes all sorts, doesn't it, eh?

Look.

I've tried to help you with it, you know.

I've identified her.

But I've got to go back now.

I've got to go back and see to my kids.

We can do this either way, John.

Sorry?

You go back to Will's mum, do you? See your mum?

No, she hasn't been well, see.

Were you there on November 10th?

November... No. I might have gone back to see to the caravan Wren get in.

Yeah? What about March 18th?

I might have been.

What about last Wednesday?

Yes, I was there then. I've told you.

What's Poof called?

About a 50 -minute drive?

Probably.

It was a prostitute who killed your niece last Wednesday.

Two others.

November and March.

On these dates.

Hang on.

Wait a minute. What are you saying? You think I...

I've just lost my wife.

If you're going to ask me these sorts of questions, I should have a solicitor or

something. Oh, you need a solicitor.

You're not being arrested.

You're helping us with our inquiry.

I'm free to go then.

Oh, stay there. Sit down.

You were free to go and you weren't under arrest.

Now you've been arrested. You're not free to go.

Now I've been arrested.

You're meant to give me a caution, aren't you?

You want a caution?

Be careful.

Honesty. Tamsin. I can call you Tamsin, can't I?

Grown men.

Tears in their eyes.

Grown men.

What have you done to that young girl?

The mother of his children.

It's post -mortem now. I'll take your brief back.

My governor was so picky how to slip outside and smoke a cigar.

Yeah, he was that disgusted.

My governor.

Now,

before we go in, look, I'm sure you're the type of young woman who could really

look after herself in any situation.

No, no, no.

But I want you to know that I'll be right outside this door if you need me.

All right, Tamsin?

How's he going?

Well, he's still sticking to his story.

For the minute.

Yeah, well, go easy with him, yeah?

You saw what he did to his wife.

No, I saw what somebody did to his wife.

Well, he wasn't the first.

Chapman banked it in for another three down in Walsby Heights.

Him? Don't be that stupid.

We press the right buttons in, mate, we get a result.

Jim, gotta go.

Do your calls.

You found out she was on the game, opening her legs to all and sundry.

I mean, no apology for that. Strong words. But that's what prostitutes do,

it, Mr Roberts?

How did it make you feel?

Make you feel what? Sick?

Jealous? No.

You wanted to teach her a lesson.

No. You couldn't kill her, could you, mother of your kids?

So you did the others instead, didn't you? The Welsh ones.

I haven't killed anyone.

Tell me who you saw on Friday night.

I've told you.

It was a white guy.

Might have been Gerard, Gerald, I don't know.

Cliff Richard fan.

On a walking holiday he was. I met him in the Monmouth, the Duke of Monmouth,

the beer garden.

Anyone see you with him?

I don't know.

There were other people drinking there, but it was dark.

We went back to his tent, had a couple of cans.

I didn't get back to the van till going on six.

And where were the kids?

In the caravan. Look, I'm sorry, I really need a toilet.

My client has indicated already... Yes, he's also entitled to a rest break, so

we'll take one here, shall we?

45 minutes.

DC Boater will escort him.

DC Boater and Mr Roberts exit.

Have you seen Jim?

Well, I've just been down to the interview room. He wasn't there. He

come up by now.

I'm just sitting here, Jack.

Well, get off your arse now and get chatting for me. I want a word.

No, you've got it wrong, John. It ain't us you're going to take your kids away.

It's not us, no.

It's not us.

We're not going to do that.

It's the social services that are going to take your kids away from you, mate.

I mean, not black, not white.

Well, they don't fit on either side, really, do they, eh?

And some of them places they can wind up.

Well, please.

Nothing down there for you, John.

Isn't there?

Keep on walking, son.

Have a word.

They can't take my kids away from me. They can't do that, can they? I'm trying

to do you a favour.

Jack knows, don't you, Jack, eh?

Of course, they're not all bad.

I mean, that one you run the football for, Jack, eh?

Maybe Jack can have a word.

See if we can't get him in there.

You tell me what I want to hear and we'll see what we can do.

All right, that's enough.

Come on, let's go.

Oh, yeah.

You wanted a word?

Jack, I'll never let a finger.

I've checked with the Welsh on the phone.

Robert's alibi, the hill walker.

Well, he found him.

He confirmed he spent all last Friday night drinking with Roberts.

Bites!

And no hard feelings, right? Eh, mate? Eh?

Eh? Oh, sure.

I mean, we're only doing our job.

I mean, for all we know, it might have been you, mightn't it, eh?

Might have been, mightn't it?

You know, don't you, eh?

You know.

When we do get hold of him, you know what he's in for.

He is. We can do that.

We can do that for her.

For you.

For the kids.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Put it there. Put it there. Come on.

Come on, put it there, put it there. Give it a rest, eh, Jim?

I'm only offering the gaze of me head.

I feel sorry for the bloke, all right?

I know what it feels like.

I lost my first wife.

She ran up this other bloke.

But it hurts, though, doesn't it, eh?

It hurts like hell, doesn't it?

Yeah, listen, listen.

Hugs and bows, right?

Jim, back off. You're not doing him any good.

Oi, oi, what's with all this Jim, Jim, Jim business, eh?

Keith has lost his wife. What's the matter with you?

I mean, they're nice girls, some of them.

And you ain't a bad -looking bloke.

You put a smile on your face.

What about them over there, eh?

What do you think of her, eh?

I used to go to this school with my sister.

Well, you've got to start somewhere, haven't you?

Life goes on.

I'm just going out and have a bit.

Take the notice of it.

It's just a dream talking.

He's, uh... He just feels bad about what you went through.

I, uh, think I'd better go home.

I'll give you a lift.

I don't want a lift.

I'm taking you home.

I'll walk.

Don't be so stupid, yarn. You live miles from here.

Don't waste your money on that taxi.

I'll give you a lift.

you there to guide.

Oh, dear.

Wow. You're back.

You all right?

I'm fine. Kids any trouble?

The girls are asking for you.

Do you want me to make you and your friend some tea?

No, we're all right, thanks.

You better get back to your mum.

Say I'm sorry I kept you so long.

You need me again to look all right?

I don't want your money, man.

I'll see you.

We left Reading for this.

New start.

What am I going to tell them?

Money, see?

Only do a week, she said.

And I let her.

All the same, I took the kids to the caravan.

We didn't want to, you know, while she was working.

She made them wear her rubber.

It's not like they ever touched her.

Not really.

She was protected.

Jack.

It's 3 o 'clock.

Are you all right?

The way some people live, Sally.

That lot make it look so easy.

Yeah, it was just made -up things, Jack.

Just make -believe.

I had this aspect of the day.

The things involved, though.

What he put him through.

Threatened to take his kids off him.

Could have decked him.

Oh, Jim Bolter.

I don't know what you're going to say.

But if someone pulls a knife on you or threatens to glass you in a pub,

Jim Bolter, the one bloke you want to hear coming round the corner.

All right, be back.

What's that?

It's all right, you're on the list.

Half the firm has been summoned over to division.

That's like a bleeding convention, isn't it?

Where are you from?

Harbour Street.

There's coppers there from everywhere.

Do you know what's going on?

I've an idea.

Monty.

Fowler, you old bastard.

D .I. bastard, now you old topper.

Congratulations, mate.

It's still Monty.

Always Monty to you.

Always will be.

This man saved my life. I've got all grief for him.

What is it now? D .F., is it?

D .C. D .C. Jack Mowbray. One of the best.

How's Sal?

The kids?

Great. What about Brenda?

Didn't work out well.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, guys.

This is what I think it's about.

South Wales.

You're one of the chosen, my son.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Ronald Stocks, Assistant Chief

Constable, Crime.

We are about to embark on what may well be the most important case of your

careers. The hunt for a man who has already killed four women.

Three in Wales, one in our fair city.

Forensic evidence, the details of which will be withheld in order to eliminate

false confessions.

links the murder of Patricia Roberts to at least two of the earlier killings.

Our colleagues in South Wales, under the leadership of Detective Chief

Superintendent Hugh Owen, have been trying to catch this man since November

last year.

In light of the Patricia Roberts murder, a dedicated team, led by Detective

Chief Superintendent Derek Henderson, whom I'm sure many of you already know,

has been put together here.

I've been appointed officer in overall command.

So, two teams, one goal.

To catch this man before he has the chance to strike again.

I have no doubt that together we will accomplish that.

I'm not on the squad.

It was felt you couldn't be spared.

You said it was my show.

Don't ask me, Keith, because I could give it to you chapter and verse.

Yian Roberts, bereaved husband. What do you think complaints are that for

saying? Derek, it wasn't just me. You had him down with those three other

And here I am, and there you are.

Who sticks me?

Mowbray.

Thanks, Mick.

Well, I said that Henderson asked for me personally.

Loved what I always did, Sam. Henderson.

Best of the best. The cock was copper.

A case like this just takes one lucky break, one strong lead, and bang, you've

got him.

Three women, though. They were saying on the telly, why didn't you tell me?

We didn't know they were linked. Not officially.

Not until this morning.

Well, someone's known.

Don't you think they should have let us in on it?

It's only been in Wales so far.

Yeah.

So far.

Till last week.

Now he's here, isn't he?

He's here now.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's here.

A victim was a prostitute.

Injuries are consistent, but not quite as frenzied as the three Welsh women.

We're hunting a predator.

A man who kills without motive.

Owen is out of his depth.

Francis said that you saw Anka getting into a blue car with a white bloke.

Yeah, but he dropped her off just before one on Lyle Road.

I saw her. Then she went off with an Asian in a white Nissan. Tell me that 99

of the questions that we've been asking weren't based on the Anka Morgan

killing. Please, Mont.

Is it him?

Looks like it is.

Hardly a red light district.

She wasn't a prostitute.

A scapegoat?

Is that it?

Is that what you're after?

217.

A student.

I know.

But look, don't say anything to anyone yet you're not meant to know.

Well, who are we meant to know, Jack? Sally.

Well, he's not coming after you, is he?

I know you all feel, as I do, that we owe it to Laura.

We cannot!

and will not let this happen again.

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