All language subtitles for Without Motive s01e03 Out of Context

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.

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.

Follow him on the left.

Is it him?

Looks like it, yes.

Hardly a red light district.

She wasn't a prostitute.

A scapegoat?

Is that it?

Is that what you're after?

She was 17.

A student.

I know.

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

Well, who is meant to know, Jack? Sally.
Well, he's not coming after you, is he?

Are you going to help me with business
or what?

Well, they're here, aren't they?

Just give me a minute, will you?

I see the mum and dad's got a bit of
video for us.

They're back, aren't they?

Yeah. Stocksy's meeting them off the
plane this morning.

Stocks?

Well, she weren't a prostitute, was she?

We're the top brass out, aren't we? The
first 24 hours in an inquiry of this

nature are always the most important.

I'm told by my senior officers on the
ground we're making good progress,

together Laura's movements on Saturday.

I told Linda, um, Constable Harris.

There's a boyfriend.

Stephen? Yeah, we've seen him.

He's giving us a full statement later
today.

We have a press conference this morning.

I understand Linda's touched on that?

Yes, she... It's entirely your decision,
of course, but if you wanted to make

a direct public appeal on Laura's
behalf, something like that can often

for more than the work of 100 officers.

All right.

About Laura.

We've talked about it and we've decided
that I

should be the one that identifies her.

Richard, you remember Linda asked you
about Laura's dentist?

We've... Really, that's something you
won't need to put your work through.

I think I should like to see her.

Richard, as one parent to another,
believe me, it would be better if

your last memories of Laura were happy
ones.

This can't be all hers.

It's not. Their computer can't pull out
individual waitresses.

So what, we've got all the customers for
all the waitresses?

That's about it.

All right, boss. Chat,

Mickey. This,

mate, is the bleeding short frog.

Credit card prints out from the pizza.

Remember, Sunday's this.

So what's occurring, Mickey? How's the
governor this morning?

A lot on his mind, obviously.

Give herself a six -minute tour.

Why, who is she?

Your voice at Westminster.

Wendy Rice, local MP.

Had a question time the other week.

Yeah? Yeah, quite tasty, as it goes.

Well, I'll work.

So, yeah, he's got a press conference.

You know, it must have weighed on him.

But he's optimistic, yes?

I don't know what goes on up here.

I see.

A lot of work, then.

Very important work, obviously.

Well,

I don't know about you, but I saw a
movement.

Right, how are we going to do this?

Well, she had a number.

A waitress number, 26.

So we highlight all the clients that
were specific to her, yeah?

Jim.

Yeah, sure.

We get their addresses from the credit
card companies.

We run a CRO check if they've got the
form, we follow it up, yeah?

How many on this printout?

75 ,000, 80 ,000.

Hope we didn't pay cash, eh?

I don't know if we will ever come to
terms with what... I don't think we

will.

If anybody can help, please come
forward.

If you could just give Mr and Mrs Wadey
a couple of minutes to leave the room.

Chief Superintendent Henderson,
Inspector Griffiths and myself will be

take questions then, thank you.

What's your rate?

I'm unable to go into the details for
sound.

operational reasons.

But rest assured, all avenues of inquiry
will be vigorously

pursued. I'm asking that the driver of
the four -door blue

saloon car that was seen in Cuthbert
Road that night make himself known to

Is this the same guy you're looking for
for the others?

There are sufficient salient
similarities to allow us to say we

crime is linked to the murder of three
women in England and Wales committed in

the last ten months, yes.

Three? It's four, isn't it? No, the
murder of Anka Morgan is no longer

our inquiry.

That investigation is being pursued by
our colleagues in Wales.

Laura Wadey is the killer's fourth
victim.

His fourth.

Of course, this is the first time an
innocent young girl has been attacked in

her own house. Are you saying the other
victims, who were all prostitutes,

weren't innocent?

I'm sorry, you're not doing this. You're
not using these women for your own

narrow agenda.

Let me make this clear from the start.

This is about finding the man who has
murdered these women.

She left the flat about nine -ish to go
shopping.

Got back from the supermarket ten, ten
-fifteen.

Took some groceries round to the old boy
over the road.

Had a cuppa with him.

Then went to the pizza palace.

Worked there till eight. Then the
boyfriend tips up.

Straight back to hers.

Call your own.

Then he's left, he says, about eleven.

Anything further on the house?

Multiple occupancy.

Then Lord Mr Dudley.

No form.

What do you think?

Did he know the layout of the house?

Did he know she was on her own there?
Did he know her?

If he did, we'll find him.

I'm shaking down the other occupants,
the friends of the other occupants,

who visited, fellow students, everyone
at the college, tutors, caretakers,

anyone and everyone who had contact.

Same at the pizza. Every customer,
workmates, neighbouring shops, delivery

people, cleaners, blokes who change the
towels in the bogs. We're going to have

to go back further. She was 17.

Gov, really?

It's in hand.

Schools, family, friends, neighbours in
Weston, boyfriends, girlfriends,

girlfriends, brothers, cousins, fathers.

Gov, we're doing it. We've got bodies
actioning every one of these.

Yes, Trev?

Laura's boyfriend's here, sir.

You've been seeing Laura for three weeks
and you met her at college, is that

right?

Did you sleep with her Saturday night?

No, not sleep. We went to bed for a
couple of hours and I had to go. I had a

match first thing.

All was well, though?

Between you, no words?

I know we've asked you before, but
you've had time to think about it.

As you left, did you notice anything or
anyone unusual?

No. You sure about that? A man sitting
in a car?

I was a bit pissed.

Did Laura see you out?

I left her in bed.

Laura didn't lock up after you?

I don't know.

Did you know that the mortise lock on
the front door was unreliable?

You knew that, didn't you? It is, yeah.

I pulled the door too.

I don't know whether she locked it. But
you didn't check or anything to see if

it was properly closed?

You see, Stephen, it's important to
establish

how this man got in. I think we've
satisfied ourselves on that one

there.

I want to go back to Saturday night.

Now, this is a delicate question. What
sort of sex did you have with her?

What sort of sex? Was it oral sex, for
example?

Anal? Oh.

It wasn't my idea. I'm not interested in
whose idea it was. We'll need a swab

for the DNA.

We were a happy, normal, healthy couple.

I can't see why questions like these...
Who's interested? Laura's interested.

Well, I don't... Sorry, I'm in shock.
I'm upset.

How do you think that Laura's parents
feel?

Their daughter?

17 years, not three bloody weeks.

I loved her. You didn't.

You got your end away and then you
chipped off out of it. If you'd checked

door, she'd have still been alive.

I can't say that. That's not fair.

Stephen, I'm going to explain something
to you.

A girl has been murdered.

I've got to find the man that did it
before he does it again.

It's like a race.

Do you understand? So if I'm a little
brusque or sharp, or if I offend you by

coming straight to the point, I don't
have time to shield your sixth form

sensibilities from the truth about the
world.

You're a student, English, right?

I'll give you something you won't find
in any book. Life is vile.

Live with it.

There is no depraved or bestial act that
one human being will not perpetrate

upon another.

Look, I... I don't... You don't want to
hear it! You're not alone!

Most of the people don't want to face
life as it is, not the whole picture, so

they distract themselves.

Do -it -yourself, caravans, mortgages,
MOTs.

When they hear a scream in the night,
what do they do?

They turn the telly up.

I don't have that luxury. My officers
don't have it either. We just come along

and wipe the blood and shite off
society's arse.

That's what we're here for, to protect
and serve.

So if you're expecting us to do it with
a smile on our face and a song in our

heart and some sort of bedside manner,
well, I'm sorry.

I haven't got a there there for you.

I'm not in the there there business.

All right, then, mate.

What's happening, then?

No trace.

February 23rd.

Added he.

Well, Cotton Lane St.

Paul.

See, if that was you or me, we'd know
what was going on, wouldn't we?

No choice.

All right, chaps.

Back of the car all day.

Can't help when that was going on, can
you?

Well, even if he does, he's not going to
tell us, is he?

I found a ring.

She had a belly button pierced.

Why do people do that themselves?

I've got my ears pierced.

Yeah? Your ears?

You're doing it.

Yeah, well, Paula's not.

She's asked for a birthday.

Over my dead body.

Well, I'll phone Mike and Christine.

They're going to bring the kids.

What? I haven't said a word.

It's family. You're going to be there.

Yes, I'll be there.

Look, you have to talk about it now.
It's a month away.

It's got to be sorted.

They're her cousins.

August 15th, Burkitt, R .J., 14 Lennox
Avenue, Bradford -on -Avon.

I said to Sally, once upon a time, it
was a pony.

Yeah.

Don't tell me.

Girl next door, 14 years of age, mobile
phone.

No trace.

Must have money to burn.

August 15th, Bernstein, L .R., that
ain't...

Four, four, four bathrobe ripples.

Hold on.

Four outstanding parties, I guess.

Ooh.

They're saying you've said these other
women were somehow responsible for their

own death.

They were.

That's neither here nor there. I didn't
say it. I'm not stupid.

Innocent. You described her as. The
inference being... It's a statement of

There was no inference.

I only want these gutless notes.

You know how the world works, Derek.

It's not what we say.

What do they think murder is? A parlour
game?

I'm not dealing with the idea of someone
being killed. I'm dealing with a young

girl with her insides torn open.

I'm damned if I'll be dictated to. I
won't be told what to feel. Not by them.

Not by anybody.

Make a statement.

Taken out of context.

Nip it in the bud.

I've said nothing now I've not said
before.

It's nothing they've not said
themselves. Read the bloody papers.

I'm surprised they've not approached the
Vatican to have her made into a saint.

But you see, wait, though. They'll turn
on her, dig up the dirt, some old

boyfriend. How's she like this? How's
she like that?

How often?

And they're calling me because I said
she was innocent?

Well, she was. She was, how I mean it.
Innocent, of course she was.

She was a kid.

If they could see results... I know, I
know.

It's only 72 hours, but they're not just
looking at this one.

It's the long game.

I'm not running it for them.

Or you, with the greatest respect. Or
me. I'm running it for her.

For all of them.

If we don't respond to what they're
saying, we'll be under the microscope

now until doomsday.

You can't run an inquiry like that.

I can't?

All right, we can't.

Do yourself a favour.

I know they're wrong, but bite the
bullet.

Just this once.

Do you need a break?

Like Hugh Owen.

Is that all?

No, there's something else.

The boyfriend.

There's been some suggestion you might
have been a little heavy -handed.

His parents are talking about making a
formal complaint.

Detective Chief Superintendent Derek
Henderson said today he regretted any

offence he may have caused to the
families of the women murdered by the

known as the M4 murderer.

The apology comes at a time of growing
unease at off -the -cuff remarks made by

Mr Henderson after he described murdered
teenager Laura Wadey as innocent during

a recent press conference.

Meanwhile, the search for Laura's killer
continues.

Who is it? Hello?

Hi. I'm sorry it's late.

Can I give you one of these?

We're a non -profit -making women's
collective set up to raise awareness and

counter male violence.

The murders recently... My husband is a
policeman.

Oh, well, you know all about it, then.

I run a women's self -defence class at
the leisure centre.

Gwen Atkins.

Right. You should come along.

Is this for me?

No. Bring your daughter if you want.

Lots of mums do.

I don't think it's ready for me.

Well, if you change your mind, all the
details are on the leaflet.

We've got to go in today.

You know I have. I told you, I'll be
back by one.

You'll pick up the coke?

Yes, I'll pick up the coke.

Didn't as if I haven't got 101 things to
do today.

Yeah, that's right, Sally. You've got
101 things to do today and I've only got

one. Well, what is it exactly you're
doing?

You know what I'm doing. You've seen me.

Me and Jim are running down all the
customers that went to the pizza place

she worked.

Oh, you're not still doing that, surely?

It's a big job.

You really think it was one of them, one
of her customers?

It could have been. Look, I've got to
go. What if he paid cash?

What? What if he didn't use a credit
card and paid in cash?

You seriously think that hasn't crossed
somebody's mind? Yes, he might have paid

in cash, but then again, he might not
have done. Well, what if he didn't serve

him? What if one of the other girls
served him and he saw her there?

What makes you think he was there at
all?

She worked there.

So?

Seriously, sweetheart, you don't know
what you're talking about.

It's not a criticism. I'm just asking a
question.

Yeah, and I've answered it.

No, you haven't.

Look, it's a lovely case, Sally.

Nothing's ever wasted.

Now, it may not be glamorous, but it's
important.

If it were the customer.

Didn't expect to see you in on a Sunday.

No. Well... So, what are you up to?

You next.

That should be an easy one.

It'd be funny if we actually found him,
wouldn't it?

Yeah, but I'm not sitting here for my
health, Margaret.

Quant N.

Hey, we've got there.

Shall we break out the bubbly?

Address? Hang on a minute.

The Lavender House, Radstock.

So what does your old man think about
all this?

Sorry?

Well, you know, being in on a Sunday.

Yeah, right.

I'm sorry.

What, you think if I had a fella, I'd be
here on a Sunday?

Actually, Margaret, I think you're one
of the few that would.

April the 3rd.

Quigley.

Quigley. DG.

Come on, let's catch up.

Jack!

Jack the lad.

How's it hanging?

Well, I've got a lane booked. They'll do
some food, you know, nuggets and that.

Actually, Jack, if you don't mind,
Toriel's off nuggets.

Yeah, well, it's not a good Friday
agreement, is it?

What does that mean?

It means it's not a problem. They do
have a staff. I'm sure she can have

whatever she wants. I won't want Vicky's
having.

You'll have nuggets.

Come on.

Oh, dear me, that's terrible.

Did you see that, Chris?

Did you see him?

Where do you learn to bowl like that?

Children's Ladies College.

Here, watch this.

This is how you bowl, mate.

Which round is it?

You're a drive -in, you.

I know, I know.

I'll get them. You missed your turn.

Paula can take mine. I'll come with you.

Paula, is it Jack?

Yes, thanks.

So, how's it going, mate?

All right. You?

Well, retail confectionery's retail
confectionery, isn't it?

But onward and upward, it's just taken
on all Peter Nicholls' Southwester

counts.

All right.

You remember Peter?

Yes, you do. He was at the barbecue.

With Carol?

From Inhuman Resources?

Doesn't ring any bells.

Really?

No.

I thought you lot were meant to be good
at all that.

What? Memory.

The old observation games.

Details, faces.

No wonder you're not getting nowhere.

This girl, Laura, what is it, a month
now, is it?

Want to pull your finger out, boy?

Pull my finger out?

What do you mean?

Pull my finger out.

I didn't mean anything.

Just a sort of don't let the grass grow
sort of thing.

Is that what you think we're doing?

I don't know what you're doing, but it's
all right to pass a comment.

It's not a comment, Jack. I was just
saying.

Let's not make a thing of it.

It's all right to say that now, but it
can take away from the fact that you

it. I mean, you still said it, Mike.

Come on, Jack. God's sake. It's Paula's
birthday here, mate.

Don't make me.

Oh, bollocks to you, then, if you're
going to be silly.

We come out for a nice afternoon.

Well, this is lovely. What's going on?

That's bloody nutcase.

You won't have a word with him, Sal.

I don't want to spoil Paul's birthday,
so let's just drop it, yeah?

We're doing our best.

I'm sure you are, mate.

I'm sure you are.

I'm not blaming you. It's not you, is
it? I know that.

It's the blokes in charge.

I mean, you've only got to look at the
papers.

They've been very critical.

I know. I've read them. Well, you can't
argue with it, can you?

Management. It's team all over.

I got those sort of results.

I'd be out on my ear.

As for this bloody arsehole in charge,
Anderson, is he?

Henderson.

He blokes complete pricks as far as I
can make out.

And what on earth has he been saying
about this latest girl?

You can't say that.

What do you think?

What do I think?

Actually, Mike, I think you're a mouthy
little shit who's not fit to lick his

boots. That's what I think.

The man you're running down, my
governor, you haven't got a clue about.

If you stopped for one minute and used a
bit of this rather than giving it all

that, you'd understand there's a big
difference between trying to catch a

murderer and selling sweets.

Jenny, stop.

All right, knock it.

Knock it all you bloody want.

But it's butterscotch and liquorice
bloody allsorts put a roof over our

Not some ex -cancel bit of pre -fab
bloody rubbish. That's bloody sweets for

you, mate.

Four -bedroomed attack sweets.

You prick.

Jack!

Dick, you're all so up your arse.

That went well.

Don't start.

Don't start?

I mean it.

People must have thought, oh, the bird.

Just leave it, Sally.

You think it's just you, don't you?

I get it every day. Clodagh, the shop.

How's your Jack doing? When's he going
to nick this bloke? And they don't say

to amuse themselves, Jack. They're
scared.

And the way they say it, picky.

Taking the piss.

And what am I supposed to say? Oh, I'm
sorry, my husband doesn't know what's

going on. I want to know what's going
on.

I know exactly what's going on.

What's this, mate?

What's this? It's Paula's. I know it's
Paula's. What's she doing with it?

Mate, it's an offensive weapon.

What kind of birthday present is that,
eh?

Where did you get this from? One of your
sisters down the centre?

I mean, what's with your play in it?

I'm scared too.

It's for me. It's for Paula. It's
protection. Protection?

I'm a protection!

Me! Her father!

Yeah, but you're not, are you?

You've not taught him! He's still out
there!

Dad!

Is she still here?

Mum said she could stay.

Susan, get your coat. I'm taking you
home. You get your coat.

You don't sleep on the sofa?

Do you?

You shouldn't have tidied up. I'd have
done that.

Come on, Sally.

Let's not go to bed on the route.

It's bad luck.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

You don't have to.

But what you said, that I wasn't getting
anywhere, that we were all waiting our

time.

But we will get there.

There are good men working on this,
Johnson. I know how hard you're working.

I want you to feel safe.

I want you to be proud of me.

You never said I wasn't proud.

Sally.

You've got work in the morning.

What's the matter with you?

Faced like a slapped arse.

Oh, morning, Jim.

Look, I can't really... Egg from her
indoors.

down the clinic and get a test, yeah?

Sally and Paul have decided to do a
woman's self -defence class down the

Yeah? I am concerned. Of course I am.

Well, I don't want them going out late
at night, do I? Not at the moment. No,

don't talk to them. I thought you were
going to tell me she's gone over the

or something.

Yvonne, please.

How many times have I got to tell you?
Don't take it home with you. You take it

home with you, you're on the slippery.

I can't really talk right now.

Margaret, is that work?

My sister.

Oh, your sister.

Would you mind sorting out your domestic
arrangements in your own time, please?

We're trying to run a murder inquiry
here, not a bloody chat line.

So when's she due to go again, this
thing?

Tomorrow, the night after. Oh, that's
it? Yeah.

You and Sal, me and Cheryl, we'll go out
for the evening.

Grab a ruby or something. No, it's all
right.

No, I know... Margaret!

Are you looking for a bollocking or
what?

Put the phone down.

I've got to go.

I'm going to have to call you back. Put
the phone down!

Do you mind?

I was trying to get off the phone.

Oh, was you?

You want to buck your ideas up, young
lady. You're supposed to be helping me

Jack with these lists, not sitting on
your arse all day on the phone.

Look, what's your problem?

What's my problem?

What's my problem? You're my problem.
That's my problem.

You want to watch him out, Jim, because
someday someone's going to fill it.

I'll just whack it in, both of you.

What's up with you?

Oh, it's these lists.

They're giving me the arsehole.

Yeah, well, you ain't the only one under
the cosh, mate.

Bit of hush.

Bit of hush, boys and girls, please.

Looking for volunteers.

Laura's memorial service.

Governor's idea.

Show your respect.

Make the numbers up.

Jack, Jim, you're suited up.

And you, Margaret?

Want a black tie? See Mickey Lloyd.

A large congregation gathered today at
St Bartholomew's Church for a memorial

service to celebrate the life of Laura
Wadey, the young student from Weston

brutally murdered in Bristol last month.

Ah, it's terrible, isn't it? Eh? Eh?

It's exactly what it is. Terrible.

You know what?

You're not wrong.

You know what a worse thing is, don't
you?

We're on our own.

I mean, we can't tell anyone what's
really going on, can we? Hey, hey.

I know.

You're right.

Bollocks, isn't it?

Yeah, stick a gold watch in there for
me, Mags, eh?

Get one yourself.

Nice girl, eh?

Understands. One of us.

Keeps at it, you know.

Nah. Oh, yes.

A right dirty one, I know.

She's a bit bossy, though. She keeps
going harder, faster, up a bit, down a

left a bit, right a bit. I says to Kev,
I says, I bet you felt like you was

burning a boat, didn't you?

LAUGHTER Boy and Percy.

Steady, steady.

At least we gave her a send -off, eh?
Yeah.

Good -looking girl as well, wouldn't
she, eh?

From the pictures.

You know what, Jack?

Guts you, doesn't it, eh?

I'm gay, mate.

Young life like that, old life in front
of her.

Snuffed out.

Like a candle, wasn't it?

There was this tune playing on the
radio.

By a bed.

One of those radio alarm clock things.

I keep around and around.

I have all the things I could have
remembered, eh?

You want to step out of the car, then?

It's all right.

I'm Job.

Yeah?

Step out of the car.

Or do you want me to drag you out?

Oi, oi.

Listen, mate, hold up.

I'm on the Laura Wadey murder inquiry,
all right?

I'm the SIO's bag man.

I don't care if you're the keeper of the
royal pistol.

Get out of the car.

Will it go the distance?

It's a fit -up. That's not what I asked.

It's payback for Hugh Owen. You know how
touchy the tabs can be.

Will it go the distance?

He was well over, but... Right, clear
your desk.

You're back to division.

Boss.

I'm sorry, boss.

Governor, he's had his chance. I don't
want to hear it.

He'll be all right. Yeah, of course he
will. He'll square it.

Two years.

Two bleeding years I've been driving
him.

Ring me, fetch me, carry me.

Breathing his farts.

And he won't even lift a finger.

It's out of his hands.

It is now.

His choice.

What about me?

What am I going to do?

It's everything, Mum.

Job.

Kids schooling.

One pissy little slip.

You know how it is.

Yeah.

You know how it is and all.

We all do.

Pig of the day.

Girls memorial on top.

Can't go home like that.

Got a session just to get it out of you.

I wasn't even pissed.

Ask Jim.

He was there, he knows.

Jack knows.

Margaret.

Was it Mullard?

Was I?

Was I?

Not legless.

Jim? No, of course not, mate.

No, you weren't, mate.

Jan 11th, Warren O .E., Old Barn
Cottage, Pell Lane, Bath.

Taking and driving away.

Hang on, he's 18 years old.

Well, that rules him out then, doesn't
it?

See you later, Mickey.

All the best, mate. Cheers, mate.

Good luck, yeah? Cheers. See you.

So what was he doing over the bridge
anyway?

That's some blob when he's been knocking
off, isn't it? Hovering land of any or

maybe or something like that.

Mickey?

I thought him and his missus were sound.
She's expecting, isn't she?

Well, that's another job marriage gone
west, isn't it?

Literally, in this case.

God, you're terrible.

Oh, hold up, the crack on weight.

What's the matter, the phone broke?

It's not always like that, you know.

Oh, isn't it?

No, actually, for your information, it
isn't.

You might really love her.

Oh, you're right, Margaret, I'm sorry,
I'm wrong.

I'm sure that'll carry an absolute
shitload of weight on his CV.

Oh, grow up.

Come on, who's next?

Ah, August 7th, Weber, AL, 92, Fulton
House.

New Road, Bath.

Nothing. June 2nd, Welch, CH, 149,
Castle Road, Bath.

Possession of cannabis, bound over.

Hardly public enemy number one.

November 12th, Weld, JA.

83 Union Street, Port Talbot.

What's the matter?

We've done it.

We've done it.

Look. Third 89th listing, bound over.
Fourth 89th listing, bound over.

First and two listings, fine.

It goes on. Yeah, but that's a bird.
It's not our bloke, is it?

Yes, it is.

Now, Jack, look.

12th of November, you said, yeah?

Yeah, but it's a tarp. Yes.

It's this tarp.

He murdered her on the 10th.

Janine Ann Wells, 83 Union Street, Port
Talbot. The first victim.

He used her credit card in the pizza
place where Laura Wadey worked.

He must have.

Now, Jim's trying to run the actual
credit card flip to ground for possible

print.

I can smell him, Monty.

I can almost see him.

Run it over the governors.

But I'll ring him. No.

Take it yourself.

Two days after he killed Janine Wells in
Port Talbot...

He was here in the pizza restaurant
where Laura Wadey worked.

He paid with Janine Wells' credit card.

That proves that he was in that
restaurant that night last November.

Well, that's when he first saw Laura
Wadey.

She was his waitress.

Scotch.

Well, thank you, sir.

So, it's Janine Wells' card he's paid
on.

Yeah. That night last November.

Pity we haven't got a time machine.

If we did, we could go back and nick
him.

Thank you, sir.

We're running an action on the card. See
if he used it again.

Good, good.

I know you and Jim have been
painstaking.

You've done a thorough job.

It's paid dividends.

Like the piece of the jigsaw.

Exactly.

How do you feel all this is going
generally?

I mean, off the record.

One to one.

Are you still as confident as you were
when we started all this?

Of course, absolutely.

I mean, there isn't one of us that
hasn't had their moment.

But everyone's pulling their weight to
your mind. I mean, I don't mind the odd

piss -up after work, provided they don't
do a Mickey Lloyd.

I need to know.

No, nothing like that, sir.

We're all 100 % behind you.

Thanks.

The support of my officers means...
Well, that's stuff in the press.

I mean, none of us thought that was
right.

You can't knock someone when they're
doing their best.

I was with the territory, Jack.

That's what I said to the wife.

Doesn't make it right.

Well, they're only human when they're
confronted with something like this.

Well, it's natural to want to blame
someone, but...

The blame lies with the perpetrator of
these crimes, not with the people who

trying to stop him.

Absolutely.

People outside the job say that we don't
know what we're doing.

But I know we'll get him.

You got your bus money?

Right, don't forget your kit.

You really opened up, son. You wanted to
know what I thought.

Paula! Get your skates on!

Sally, I said that we'd go out for
something to eat with Jim and Cheryl,

four of us, make a night out of it.

Right.

Tonight, 8 .30.

I've got to paint her.

Paula. He's booked it.

What about the kids?

They can go over to Susan's. When?

Tonight, me and your mum are going out.

Aren't we going to fitness?

No, I'll run you over then.

I don't want to go around that.

We'll go over to Johnny's then.

Can I? Yes.

There you go.

Sorted.

You'll think it's horrible, him sitting
there watching her.

Don't you?

Don't know what I think.

I do.

He could be here now.

Oh, for God's sake, Cheryl, give it a
rest now, eh?

Oh, yeah, it's all right for you.

It's all right for them. It's not blokes
he's after, is it? It's women.

He's after young women.

Young women, babe.

So you've got nothing to worry about,
have you?

He's hardly going to bother to shag that
old man like you.

Honestly, what do you like?

What do you like?

No, seriously.

You girls have got nothing to worry
about, have they, eh?

No.

Not worried, really. How are you, eh?

Big strong boy like Jack to look after
you, eh? Yeah, I am worried, actually.

Well, yeah, I know it's a worry.

But look, he's only going after brasses.
I do know what's going on, Jim. I'm not

stupid.

Laura Wadey wasn't a prostitute.

He'll kill any woman he wants.

Well, Jim's had some good news.

Eh?

About the job.

Oh, I told you, didn't I?

What? I told you, you soppy cow.

What? What have I done?

What good news is this then?

I'm sorry, mate. I only found this out
late this afternoon myself.

Henderson wants me to step into Mickey's
shoes.

That's great news, mate. I'm really
pleased for you.

Fowler had him go round Henderson's the
other night, didn't he? Yeah.

I'm thinking, oh, shit, what have I done
now?

Round the governor's house, in person.

But no, he sits me down and pours me a
drink.

I'm sitting there drinking his whisky.

I'm waiting.

And I'm thinking...

Aye, aye, this is Mickey Lloyd all over
again.

Well, then the penny drops, doesn't it?
I've sussed it.

Mickey Lloyd.

He's got me ran out to give me the once
-over. See if I fit the bill.

Yeah. I mean, I know dead man's shoes
and all that, but what is it they say?

All's fair in... Well, that's bollocks,
really, isn't it?

Now, give us a minute, mate, eh?

Well, anyway, four whiskies later, he
turns round and he says, how do you

it's going?

I mean, he's asking me.

Well, what did you tell him?

I ain't about to tell him his job, am I?

I'm all yes sir, no sir, three bags
full, sir.

Well, then he turns round and says, I
suppose you've got a home to go to.

And that was that.

The good thing about it is, it's an
influential position to be in. That's

Jim said.

No, I didn't say that, did I? Eh?

Well, you know what it's like. It's
fetching and carrying, isn't it? I mean,

it's glorified cabbie.

Well done, mate. Congratulations.

Yeah.

Cheers. He puts himself down too much.
They do, don't they?

Yeah. Carol?

I'll have corn curry and chicken korma,
please.

He knows what he's doing.

Henderson.

I'm more used to him on the case, not
running him around.

And Jim's good, don't get me wrong,
but... Well... I was the

one that picked up on the credit card
slip.

Jim's more your...

That rape. It's men.

That murder.

It's not a woman doing these killings,
Jack. It's a man.

And the suspicion.

Do you know what that's like?

It's coming to something, isn't it?

I'm hoping he's going to do it again.

I wasn't doing what she said I was doing
when it happened.

I wouldn't be inclined to go with him
myself.

But if you want to pursue this, let me
know which way you jump.

I knew we hadn't had the last of that.
What about me, then? Go on. Hit me,

Hit me. Go on.

Jack.