All language subtitles for Without Motive s01e04 Fit the Picture

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.