All language subtitles for Without Motive s01e01 A Family Man

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.