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We've decided that I should be the one that identifies her. What sort of

did you have with her? We were a happy, normal, healthy couple.

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

It's protection! Protection!

I'm a protection!

Me! You're back to the division.

What? He paid with Janine Wells' credit card.

That proves that he was in that restaurant that night. I'm sorry, mate.

found this out late this afternoon myself.

Anderson wants me to step into Mickey's shoes.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Mr. Evans?

Who is it?

It's the police. Can you open the door, please?

Come in, Mr. Evans. Open the door. We just want a quick word.

What happened to you?

They jumped me, didn't they?

Bastards.

Five nights back.

Murderer, they're shouting.

Pervert, all sorts.

Thinking they were.

If only this couple had come by, otherwise they would have finished off

like. Did you report it?

Oh, what's the point?

They'd liked it, hadn't they? Run off laughing, said they'd have me proper

time.

Waiting on the ambulance, he asked me, the bloke, what it was all about.

I just said I was mugged.

If I told him the truth, he'd have probably called them all back.

How's Mrs Evans taking it?

She's left me, hasn't she?

Gone up her mother's.

And the kids.

Week before bloody Christmas.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

Do you?

It was the papers put your name out, Mr Evans.

Oh, where do you think they got it from, eh?

11 years I've been a good husband, good father.

Or because you bashed and saw my car in the red light district?

On six separate occasions.

Under suspicion.

Do you know what that's like?

Do you?

People are looking at you.

They're whispering.

Your own wife, nervous of you.

Not trusting you.

What have you come round for, anyway?

To let you know that you've been officially ruled out of our inquiry.

It's not me that needs to know, is it? It's all the other bastards.

Stuff like that in the papers.

Shit sticks.

I'm pissing blood, I am.

What's your story for him?

Have you?

What goes around comes around.

A known frequent user of prostitutes.

Various allegations of sexual harassment. Yeah, all the same.

We had to have a look at him, didn't we? Yeah, a look. Not the third degree.

Turned his life inside out.

Well, he's in the clear now.

Yeah, he looked it.

Did you get that?

What was that again?

Oh, Jack.

The governor was asking if you had time to see Evans yet.

Yeah.

And? He put it to bed.

Well, can you put something in writing as soon as possible, please?

Cross the T's, dot the I's.

He'll put his mind at rest.

Can you whistle, Jim?

No, actually, Margaret, it's been hanging in my wardrobe for a long time.

What's this?

Police work, Jim.

Remember?

There are 140 calls so far. Look, the gap is a peel.

Freak's roll call, ain't there?

Panty sniffers and bed wetters.

It's a question of public confidence.

The plain and simple truth is your poster campaign is keeping people off

streets. And if they're not, I'd like to know what... They look west then, Dove.

Here now, are they? Standing up outside.

15 minutes.

What Bob's trying to say, Derek, is if people aren't on the streets, they're

going to be on the streets.

What's he going on about?

They have lodgers.

Truck drivers.

They move about, don't they?

Farm of the barrel, that is.

Someone's got to do it. Mr. British, mate. 60 % of turnover depends on

in January. When we launched the campaign, the council gave us full

Mr. Green, don't be frightened. Be sensible.

That's our message. That isn't what you hoped for the cross.

But the upshot is you've created a climate of fear.

Actually, Mr Green, one man is responsible for that. What we're trying

stop him.

Number on this one.

Yeah, phone book, the oval code.

Well, you'll not get the go -ahead for the leafleting, I can tell you that now.

There is a cost implication.

Bloody right there is.

Two and a half million homes.

I mean, what are we talking about? £500 ,000?

And the odds of any one of those people being a victim?

You marry, Mr Green.

Derek. Do you have kids?

Daughters, perhaps?

What are they worth to you exactly, the price of a second -class stamp?

Half a million pound would put a lot more bobbies on the street.

That's what the people want to see.

I'm sure Derek's got a lot to discuss with Ronnie, Bob. We oughtn't take up

more of their valuable.

Thanks for your time, gentlemen.

Lose the battle, win the war.

You know that most of those leaflets will go straight in the bin, anyway. No,

don't know that. I don't believe it.

Then convince me.

What's the response to the poster campaign been like?

Excellent. Genuinely.

In real terms. In actual, solid leads.

They're getting there.

Well, getting there isn't there, is it?

And this business with Evans hasn't done us any favours.

He wasn't exactly pulled in on a whim, Ronnie.

No. He was pulled after seven weeks round -the -clock... Sorry.

Fruitless round -the -clock surveillance, which cost the British

,000, 16p.

Did I mention fruitless?

He seemed a good prospect.

So you said.

And that makes him what?

The third good prospect in as many months. You can't keep marching him up

top of the hill.

Public feeling is we should seek help from the yard. And then what?

You want my resignation, Ronnie?

Is that it?

Because if that is what you want, if you think replacing me is going to do you

any good, be my guest.

Solid leads.

Do you realise how insulting that sounds?

My men are doing the best job any men could do, bar none. They're out there

grafting 24 -7, rain or shine, not sat behind some desk, glad -handing

counsellors and kissing the chief constable's arse. All right, Derek, come

Back me or sack me.

Simple as that.

I back you. Of course I do.

But there may be a time when that decision is no longer mine to make.

Is that all?

No.

House fire in St Paul's.

Woman, three children. Racial.

I need a dozen of your best.

He's got an attic room, too.

20 quid he charges for that.

Four or five fellas in most nights.

That's 80 or 100 quid or more.

You can be sure he doesn't tell that to the tax.

Yeah, well, that's a matter for the revenue, isn't it? But look, lorries out

there. All hours of the day.

Look at them, look.

Mr Pardo, when you rang the Crime Busters line, you heard something about

son, Bobby?

Oh, he's not in.

He's away where he works.

Swindon or wherever it is.

I think it's Swindon.

His dad will tell you.

So, why do you think Mr Jackson's the man we're looking for?

He travels about.

He also mentioned that he had the right car.

Yeah, he did have.

A blue Peugeot.

That's what it said in the papers.

That's what made me think about it.

But he got rid of it, didn't he?

Changed it.

And when was that, do you remember?

A few months back.

Before the last girl, that student.

That's when he got rid of it.

Waste of time.

How are they doing in there?

It's alright, man.

I don't expect an answer.

Just trying to read the water.

Expectant.

Hopeful. Four months since Laura Wadey's running through the form, we're due for

another.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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

And we're hoping he's going to do it again.

He might be able to get his Christmas off.

Season of goodwill.

We are doing everything right.

They're knocking themselves out for you, boss.

I know, Mum, I know.

Are you sleeping all right?

Off and on.

In the chair most nights.

I bet he's sleeping.

Look, it's cut off about here and it'll go really nicely with the food that

you've got.

70 pounds for a pot.

Well, Susan's getting one.

Oh, you don't want to be one of the crowd.

No, I'm going to be the only one wearing bloody catalog clothes.

Oi, give it to Snowman.

Homemade decorations.

Just about sums up this family.

If he's having that £70 topper, don't see why I can't have that graphics card.

Graphics card? The people's starving, you know.

We're not.

Oh, so what? Pull up the ladder, I'm all right. That's the message of Christmas,

is it?

Oh, it's a license to go mad.

Bring a tree into your house any other time, people would report you. Never

all the spending.

Sally, it's Christmas.

Oh, so that makes it all right, does it?

Pigs. What?

People. Carrying on in the shops, fighting over the rubbish. It's sick.

Bar. Hamburger.

No, I mean it. We're not going to go mad at the kids this year. 30 quid limit.

We'll not do that.

Why not?

Why does it say you've got to spend more money than you've got on stuff you

don't need, don't want?

Sally. I mean, it's top.

Paula's after.

I mean, it's a label. That's what you're paying for.

It's a £5 top and a £65 label.

That's what kids are like, Sally.

Yeah, that's not what I want my kids to be like.

We'll tell them in the morning.

This year, of all years, we should be making the extra effort.

Why? Why should we?

Look, 30 quid, top whack, and if you're that keen on giving your money away, you

can give it to charity.

All right.

We'll tell them in the morning. I said, all right.

So, Mr Jackson, how long have you been renting out rooms for them?

It's not rental.

They just chip in for the food, that's all.

They're mainly old mates of mine from when I was on the wagons.

So, where will we find your son?

Vendick's, where he works.

By Swindon's Summer Parade or Summer Park.

And what time will he be back?

Tea time.

What's that, five -ish, is it?

Might be five, might be six.

Not sure.

Well, thanks for your time, Mr Jackson.

Sorry to have bothered you.

You people never let go, do you?

He's got nothing to do with these girls.

He's been ruled out.

Ruled out?

Come on.

You've already had him in twice.

What do they say?

This won't count against you, not when you're grown up.

Bullshit.

The lad's paid his debt, and you're supposed to wipe the slate clean, aren't

you?

He was only a kid.

Jim. Yes, mate, what can I do for you?

Do you remember talking to a bloke called Jack, Robert Peter Jackson?

Last June, you saw him twice when we were looking at blue four doors.

Him?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, vaguely. Well, information received, but he's got form

juvenile for sex offences.

Has he?

So I ran a CRO check on him and get this. He's been done for credit card

Now, I know it was eight years ago. Do me a favour, Jack. You wouldn't have

looking for it, would you?

I mean, at the time, we didn't know that our man stole a visa off the first

girl.

Yeah, but I wouldn't have known about his juvenile past, would I? I mean, that

wouldn't have been on his record, would it?

No, of course you wouldn't. So what's he saying?

Well, I'm not saying anything. I'm just telling you. I thought you might want to

talk about it.

You work with Linda now, don't you?

Yeah. Talk to her about it.

Jim, I'm not having a pop here.

I mean, there isn't going to be any comeback.

Bad to hear it.

Bit of a shakedown, Mont.

Did I mention?

How do you mean?

Stocks needs a dozen of our bots.

What do you want to do?

If needs must, maybe it's good to turn over the top saw.

Might have had the best of some of them.

Long game like this.

It's always the danger of burnout.

Jim? Yeah, sounds good to me, Governor.

Draw up a list.

Should concentrate minds.

So where is he?

On his way back.

How long will he be?

I've no idea.

Ten minutes, half an hour.

He's in the area.

Five, seven, five, seven, come in.

Ah, great.

Can you get a lot to do? I call you fair for Brazilian.

Well, how long's he worked here?

More?

More? What?

Bobby. How long's he worked here?

I don't bleep no.

Ages. Ages?

Five, seven, five, seven? What is it he does?

He filled up the machines, didn't he?

Machine filler upper.

So he travels a lot?

Oh, yeah.

All over. What's he like?

Give me the shits.

Creepy. Now, how do you mean?

Well... Well, he comes in early, hangs around talking to me.

I mean, he don't have to come in that early. It don't take that long to fill a

van.

He just comes in and hangs around.

I've asked Mr Taylor to have a word. He said he would, but he hasn't.

5757!

The father and I have been following the case in the papers.

Have you?

We understand from your dispatch controller that you don't always use the

company vehicle, Mr Jackson.

Is that right, Mr Jackson? Yeah, and they give you the mileage if you're

to use your load.

Oh, what, so you might have driven your own car as far as Wales?

Oh, yeah, I've done that before now.

You'd get a docket, would you, from wherever you're delivering to?

We put in for petrol here.

So if you want to know where they've been or anything, you can ask Sarah Jane

Mr Taylor.

Or you can even ask the companies I've been delivering to.

They'll help you.

They'll have it all on record.

Well, we might just do that, Mr Jackson.

So how long have you worked here?

14 years.

I've been with Ben Dex longer than anybody.

Longer even than Mr Taylor.

He's been here longer than most people.

And what did you do before that?

Oh, all sorts, really.

Supermarket work, kitchen porting. I've worked in a hotel.

A couple of hotels, actually.

On the concierge's desk. I quite like that.

Security work.

But after I passed my test, I thought, something that got me out and about

be more me, you know, because you meet all sorts in this line of work.

Do you?

Oh, yes.

Well, everybody drinks tea, don't they?

Or coffee.

I delivered a special once to Neil Diamond.

He was in Cardiff.

Not everybody knows this, but he has to have blackberry and lemon there for him

if he wants it. Did you know that?

No, I didn't.

Oh, yes.

Apparently it's stipulated for his throat before he goes on.

Right. The call came through late on a Friday.

Special emergency.

And he had to have it there for his concert on Saturday. Come hell or high

water. And out of everybody, Mr Taylor picked me for the responsibility.

Me. So I drove down to Gatwick through the night and got it from our depot.

And brought it to his dressing room. It was just in the nick of time.

Well, all's well that ends well, eh? I know.

I was drained.

I didn't even stop for lunch.

But it was worth it just to see the look on his face. He was so happy. He

offered me a job, going on all his tours with him, making sure that all his

beverage requirements were properly catered to.

But you didn't fancy that?

I've done front of house at the Theatre Royal.

I know what show business is like. I said, Neil, it's not really me.

He was disappointed, but he gave me an LP, signed to me.

And he insisted that I stop and watch the show.

Crackling Rosie.

Mr Jackson, you used to drive a blue four -door Peugeot, is that right? Yes,

I sold it.

Why?

I got a white one.

And was it ever involved in an accident?

No, I always kept it nice.

Never had a knock or anything?

Oh, no, no.

Have you got the name and address of the person you sold it on to?

Yes.

A .K. Wilkins, Reading.

147 Stapley Road.

He's a scrap merchant, actually.

Why is that so funny, Mr Jackson?

She thought someone would be driving around in it now.

He'll be about this big.

Size of a suitcase.

Song sung blue.

Everybody knows one of them, don't they?

I should have asked about the growth in decency.

I think we should go softly with him, Lynn.

No point in jumping the gun.

I have a word with Monty about getting a warrant. Are you putting him under

observation? Do you really fancy it?

I don't know.

But what if it is him, eh?

He is odd.

Odd? You heard the girl at Vendex.

He gives her the creeps and she doesn't know about the sex offences.

And why get rid of the car?

And why start laughing like that?

We fancied Evans big time, and look what happened to that.

What are you doing? Hang on a minute.

I just want to pull you in.

Good afternoon, sir.

Afternoon.

I'm looking for an eternity ring for my wife.

No, that's Lynch.

These are very elegant.

The prices start...

At £250 and go up to about £400.

Well, what about those?

Well, they're considerably more expensive, of course, but you can see

difference in quality.

I'll have that one, please.

How would you like to pay, sir?

Uh, plastic.

Thank you.

She's worth it.

So, I've gone on to Swansea about the motor and they're going to get back to

It sounds promising, but there's still not enough for a warrant.

I don't even think I'd get the say -so for surveillance right now, not after

Evans.

It's Dad's house, right?

Yes, sir.

OK, well, see, if he can't get his consent to have a look round, if

comes to light, we'll take it from there.

Yes, Jim?

I'm sorry to bother you, sir.

Mr Henderson was wondering if you'd had any more thoughts about that matter.

What matter?

The list matter.

No, no, I haven't.

Oh, well, only you wanted it ASAP. Yeah, OK, got it, soon as I can.

Thanks, folks.

Cheers, guys.

Sal, I'm back.

In here.

You found the Chinese?

I thought you'd be back late.

It's OK.

I'll put some beans on.

Vicky had the idea we should buddy up. Car share.

You can't be sure of the taxi driver.

Oh, no, that's true. You know, I mean, if you do go out and you want to get

home, you ring a safe number.

Can I put you down as one of the drivers?

Oh, do you think it'd be all right with Jack's job?

I don't see a problem.

Why not?

Well, you're under no obligation, Mr Jackson, but you would be helping us

And like I said, we'll be able to... Eliminate him from your inquiries.

Exactly that.

Upstairs, second door on the left.

Thank you.

Hang on.

It doesn't look like you're going in here yet, huh?

Would you mind playing with us, Mr Jackson?

You should be present.

Are these all his clothes, Mr Jackson?

No.

Nothing got a wind sheet or anything like that?

Not as far as I know.

Lynn.

You could watch while I have a look through this, Mr Jackson.

Anything? Mr Jackson, as you can see, I've found, what, one, two, three, four,

five, six magazines. You can see that, can't you?

I know nothing about them.

And you're a bit of an autograph hunter too, aren't you, Bobby?

Used to.

Yeah, we saw your book.

Got them all in there, haven't you?

Who's he got, Jack?

Gilbert O'Sullivan.

Or that bloke, the inspector up on the buses.

I've had all the stars from it, except Olive.

Who else did I see?

Leo Sayer.

Oh, yes, I got them during my time at the Theatre Royal.

Kiki Dee, the Chuckle Brothers, Neil Kinnock.

Little of little and large.

They all came in the bar.

We found some other things in your room, Bobby.

Didn't we, Lynn?

Magazines.

They're not mine.

I found them in one of the lodger's rooms.

Cleaning.

I didn't want my father to see them.

All right, let's put that to one side for the minute.

What we'd like to talk to you about is that bit of trouble that you had with

police when you were a youngster.

I'm not talking to you about that.

I don't want to talk about that.

I don't have to be here.

Of course you don't, Bobby, and we really appreciate your cooperation.

I tell you what, Lynn, would you get us a cup of tea? Would you like a cup of

tea, Bobby?

I'd rather have a cold drink.

Yeah, whatever you want.

Cola, lemonade, orange?

Orange.

Thanks, Lynn.

that, you know, with Lynn present.

She's gone now. It's just you and me.

I was a kid when that happened.

Oh, no.

But you lied.

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

I understand.

I mean, we all do stupid things when we're young.

But what about girls now?

Anyone special in your life? Any...

Lady friends?

Well, I have a lot of friends who are ladies, actually.

There's a lot down at the day centre where I do voluntary work. I help out in

the shop there.

Yeah, but that senior... Bobby, older ladies.

I was thinking more of, well, you know, take the place where you work, the

Bendix. Who was I speaking to? Oh, that Sarah Jane I thought to myself.

If I wasn't a married man.

She's got quite a few problems with her boyfriend, actually.

Liam.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised.

Good -looking girl like that.

A bit tarty, perhaps, but then again, well, that's not necessarily a bad

eh, Bobby, eh?

I'm a girl like that. She might be up for a run.

Someone had to stuff in those magazines of yours.

You know, I did take a peek at one of them. I thought to myself, well,

mind borrowing one of these.

Yeah, well, it's... Textures, eh?

Magazines. I mean...

You wouldn't... You wouldn't do that, would you?

You wouldn't do that.

Wouldn't you?

Why not?

You can't even call them women. They're either ladies or girls.

Well, it's hardly hanging evidence, though, is it?

What about the credit card fraud?

That was eight years ago.

I mean, it wasn't even a custodial.

He finds an handbag and what does he do?

He goes and has a slap up in a golden egg.

I mean, it's hardly a big spender, is it?

And the porn?

They're wank mags. F &M?

Torture? I've seen worse.

What about the blue car? Why did he get rid of it?

People do sell their cars, Jack.

When did he get rid of it? August 14th.

Well, then, you're bollocks, aren't you?

There was a blue four -door parked outside Laura Wade's, and that was what,

September?

Yeah, but that car was never identified as a Peugeot, was it?

What about his whereabouts?

Well, he was in Wales in his blue car when Iris Thorpe was murdered. He

remembers because it was his birthday.

He said that, did he?

And according to the records at Vendex, he was in the vicinity a day or so

either side of all of the murders.

Now, I know the records are a bit to cock, but... OK.

Get him a cup of tea. You two give yourselves a breather. I'll see what the

governor's got to say.

Sir.

Look, I know we've got nothing concrete against Dick, but if we push him, he

might come across with his own accord. Jack.

Do you really think it's him?

I don't know.

But until we're taking a closer look at it... Yeah, all right, and how many

people can we say that about?

Hundreds? Thousands?

That crime busters list, you could say the same about any of them.

I know. We could make a decent circumstantial case against half the

population.

What makes you so sure about this one?

Well, I'm not sure, sure.

It's just a gut feeling.

All right, Jane, I'll have a cup of soup. Give me a minute, will you?

Jim. Oh, sorry, mate. Look.

What was all that stuff about if Fowler's off?

Let's grab a beer.

Look, fair do's, right?

Water under the bridge.

I got my new job, you stay where you was.

It's bollocks.

You know that.

I don't want to step on anyone's toe.

We're a team.

We'll always be a team.

Well, it didn't feel much like a team in there just now.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Dad, come on.

Money, right? Money just wants to weigh it up.

Okay, so I didn't know about the credit card stuff, right?

Eight years ago, a one -off.

If you ask me, it's 15 bucks short of a pound.

Doesn't mean you didn't do it, though, does it?

I'm devil's advocate.

We've got to run with this in front of a jury, if it goes the distance.

And it doesn't stand up now.

No. I just don't want to see you come a cropper.

What do you mean?

Stocks wants a dozen bodies for this big arson.

They're making up a list.

It's all right.

You're not on it.

I don't want to see it stays that way.

But you're still only halfway through.

Anyway.

Father's had a word with the governor.

Anderson's going to have a word with Jackson himself.

Any joy?

Jack, come in. Take a seat.

We've had a long talk with your man.

Monty's not convinced.

Doesn't mean he's right.

On the balance of probabilities, I have to say, hand on heart, I tend towards

his opinion.

If you want to hang on to him now, you're going to have to make it

Erect him, caution him, solicitor, the whole schmear.

Now, fine.

Under normal circumstances, I'd be well up for that.

But after Evans, we've got to be absolutely sure of ourselves.

It's got to be 100%. But we can't be 100%, can we?

I mean, I know we're meant to be, but... That bloke downstairs, he's a Walter

Mitty type of character, isn't he?

A fantasist.

I don't know how he gets round the shops, to be honest.

What did it add up to? A few dirty books. A single conviction for fraud

years past its sell -by.

A blue Peugeot that he sold before, note, the death of Laura Wasey.

As for the rest of it, the flash in what have you, are we sure it's not just

wishful thinking, honestly?

I know you want to catch this bloke, Jack. Believe me, we all do.

I want it to be Jackson.

I know how you feel.

You wanted it to be him every bit as much as I wanted it to be Evans and as

Monty wanted it to be the bloke before that.

It's going to happen.

The longer time goes on, the more people we see, the more pressure is brought to

bear that the next one's actually going to be him.

We have to rise above it.

Got to kiss.

A lot of frogs, Jack.

Well, you know my thoughts.

I wouldn't be inclined to go with him myself, but if you want to pursue this,

I'll back my boys.

Always.

You know that.

Let me know which way you jump.

Jackson, thank you for your time.

I'll get someone to drive you home.

Well?

What have you got the light switched off for?

I had a little kit.

I took your suit to the dry cleaners.

Just as well.

Jim Bolter pulled soup all over this one.

What's this?

What's what?

Jewellers, £1 ,400.

Oh, Sally.

I wanted to surprise you.

You did?

Yeah, well, it's beautiful, but you're going to have to wait for Christmas Day.

No, I won't.

I'm not going to give it to you now.

You're going to have to wait before Santa.

Don't do that.

What? Don't try and laugh it off, Jack.

What are you talking about?

I bought you a present, a Christmas present.

We're not going to have another argument, are we?

I thought we said £30.

That was for the kids. I didn't think you meant... Stop it! Stop it, for God's

sake!

I can't stand any more.

Look, I know what we agreed.

But I was... I was driving past those jewellers and I thought, what kind of a

year have we had, eh?

And I know it was expensive.

It's not the money.

It's not the bloody money.

All right, then, Sally, what is it, eh?

What have I done wrong now? You tell me.

I bought you a present.

You didn't buy it for me.

What?

You bought it for you.

Look, I've had a long day. I don't need this.

You don't understand what's going on, do you? You just don't understand.

No, you're right, I don't. I'm ignorant. You tell me.

You can't make the world right by buying me an expensive Christmas present.

What are you talking about?

I just want things to be normal.

What's normal?

What, women hiding behind locked doors, afraid to go out after dark? Is that

your idea of normal? Here we go again.

Or washing the car on a Saturday morning, pint up the pub before Sunday

Christmas turkey and all the trimmings, is that normal?

You're talking bollocks!

Stop telling me I'm talking bollocks and stop telling me I'm stupid because I'm

not! I'm not stupid!

I used to be proud of what you do.

And now I'm ashamed.

You haven't got a clue, have you?

I'm actually ashamed.

Do you know what it's like for us?

Do you think one of us is enjoying this?

Do you not think it's sending each one of us round the bend?

But there's not one person on that investigation that's not giving 100%.

Every one of them.

Oh, I know they're all good blokes, Jack.

Little boys together, isn't it?

And the campfire.

How many of you on that inquiry have actually thought about those women?

You're part of it, Jack. You're lying to yourself.

Lying to me, lying to every other woman, telling us there's nothing to be afraid

of apart from fear of crime.

It's not fear of crime, it's fear of men.

It's men that rape.

It's men that murder.

It's men that beat up their wives. It's not a woman doing these killings, Jack.

It's a man. So what do you want me to do, eh?

Cut my dick off? Oh, that's right. Get aggressive. Why don't you smash

else? Smash the kitchen up again. I knew we hadn't had the last of that. What

about me, then? Go on. Hit me, then. Hit me. Go on.

This is stupid.

I don't understand this.

I mean, how do we get here?

What have I done that's so wrong?

I bought you an eternity ring.

I always said I would do after Paula was born.

I mean, that's what you do.

After your first kid comes along, you buy your wife an eternity ring.

But we didn't have the money.

And we've got the money now.

And why is that?

Because women...

are being murdered and you're making money on the overtime.

It's not the present.

It's not even where the money came from to buy it.

I'm not the same as I was when all this started.

And you are.

Maybe I've changed like that.

But what about me and you, eh?

We were a team.

We always have been.

And what we always said.

No matter what happened, I can't think now.

I do not anymore.

WPC Walkinshaw, DC Harris, DS Spencer, DC Collins,

DC Bennett, DC Richard, DC Mowbray, DC Layton.

D .C. Andrews.

That's it.

The rest of you, ladies and gentlemen, will be transferred to the arson inquiry

based at Box Tree Lane.

I'd like to thank you all, sincerely, for the sterling work you've put in

past months.

I'm sure we'll meet again, so it's au revoir rather than goodbye.

The best of luck.

And, uh, as the governor just said... We will be meeting again.

Tonight, King's Arms, 7 .30, for a few bevvies.

Good luck, Dave.

See you tonight, yeah?

For a moment, I thought, you know, I'm out of fate.

See you tonight.

Excuse me, sir.

Look, I'm sorry about yesterday.

For a minute there, I thought we had him.

Oh, you do, don't you?

Of course we do.

We're going to do this with everyone we pull in.

You've had him in, you've thrown him back, that's it, isn't it?

Move on.

Excuse me a minute, Marvin.

Marvin?

I'll have a pint of lager.

I'll have two large scotches, a pot and lemon, a drink.

No, I'm all right, thanks.

Perhaps he's stopped.

Eh, what?

I was just thinking about him, you know.

Perhaps he's stopped.

I mean, it's 16 weeks since Laura Wadey. If he hasn't done it again now, maybe

he's just stopped.

Stopped?

Well, he could have died.

Well, he could have. Who's to know?

You are.

Oh, Margaret, Margaret, Margaret.

If frames were dynamite, babe, you wouldn't have enough to blow your wig

Can you hear us any better?

Give me a rest, Jim. No, it's just all right, Jack. I was going anyway.

Good night.

Good night, Margaret.

He's only trying to help. Oh, well, yeah, I'm sure.

Of course, we're not all in your league, though, are we, Jack?

My friend.

Jackson.

Jolly boy, Jackson.

I mean, I know we're desperate, but it's true.

You're pissed.

Oh, well spotted, Constable.

Ten out of ten.

Taxi!

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm trying to find a... cab.

It's not that far to walk, but I don't really fancy it.

I mean, he doesn't know I'm a police officer, does he?

As far as he's concerned, I'm just another woman out on her own.

I'll give you a lift if you want.

Would you?

I love you.

I love you.

Where are you going?

I can't sleep.

I may as well go in.

What, now?

Come back to bed.

No, it's OK.

Is everything all right?

Look, it's not as if we were going to go into the office together today, was it?

I suppose not.

to ask yourselves about your friends, your relatives, your loved ones. Could

be someone you know? If you have any information, I appeal to you to come

forward, no matter how insignificant you think it may appear.

That was Chief Superintendent Derek Henderson, the detective in charge of

investigation into the M4 murders.

Meanwhile, in this half hour, we'll be hearing from Christopher Pope of the

Swindon Civil Liberties Association.

He's concerned that the police's latest door -to -door initiative is an invasion

of personal privacy.

But before that, he's shaking Stevens.

Another woman's been murdered, and we didn't know about it for five months.

Well, no further forward than we were on day one.

The only way we're going to catch this bastard is if he slips up.

Can you see anything? Shut up, will you?

We've got another one, Gav.

She's alive.

You say you want to finish it, and every time you keep coming back.

I suppose you've been with her, have you?

Bastard! Mowbray.

I want him out. You can't do that to him.

Sack him.

Or join him.