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You want to see an experience? Get yourself kitted out.

Gill.

Sean.

Three kids found it, bunking off school. Forty minutes since.

It?

This site belongs to collinwood construction.

They ran out of cash six months ago. And the place has been deserted since.

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning. All right, lads?

All right. Come on, you. You are the sio.

What's your first three thoughts?

Is this the scene of the murder or just a dump site?

The fact that the bodies are in the bin bags is a bit of a clue.

Was it dumped from a car or on foot?

Look for access points. Did he carry it here or drag it here?

If he has carried it here,

he's a big bloke or there's more than one of him.

Never underestimate the weight of a dead body, however slight.

Next...

Opportunities, lines of sight, cctv,

houses, flats, trains, buses, trams. Who saw something?

Hello. It's dci Murray, mit.

I want the duty pathologist at Godfrey road, middleton.

Well, at the minute, all I can tell you

is it's dead, it's human and is wrapped in bin bags.

Do you know this morning when you and Gill were waiting to go into the cps

and I went to get the coffees?

Don't I know you?

Bolton court, three years ago?

I was on jury and you were giving evidence.

It was an armed robbery and it was seriously well organised.

I mean, it went on for two months

'cause there were about a million people involved.

There were seven defendants, seven lead barristers, seven juniors

and that's without the cps.

And they all got sent down. All except one.

God! Do you remember that barrister?

- Er... Nick savage. - Yeah.

- He were a bit of a one. - Oh, was he?

I had a fling with him.

- Woman: Next. - Ah, yeah. Cappuccino, please.

So, do you work around here?

- Mccain's. Insurance. - Yeah, that's, um, up on...

Peter street, yeah.

So, you had a fling with him while the trial was on?

Yeah, and after. Whirlwind. [Sighing] Oh, that voice!

He took her to his flat definitely while the trial was on.

I got her to repeat it.

I mean, she didn't seem to have a clue how bad that was.

They saw each other for a couple of months after the trial finished,

then, guess what, she found out he was married.

Still...

Who were you, again? At the trial.

I remember you standing in the witness box but...

Cid.

- And his client got off? - Carl Norris.

No!

Oh, he was the big bullocks behind the whole thing.

Everyone else got sent down but they couldn't touch him.

Blonde, natural. I want you to get a hold of all...

I could so get Nick with this.

Yeah. We could. He'd get sent down, he'd never work again.

But before you do, you'd want to think about it very carefully.

Do I? Why?

Then any cctv we can get hold of...

If you blow the whistle on him,

he'll be so thoroughly investigated he won't know what's hit him.

And the first thing that'll emerge is that you pnc'd his car,

however many months ago, for no legitimate reason whatsoever.

So, how will you explain that one, Sherlock?

And that's before he gets vindictive

and starts highlighting other areas of your behaviour

which have fallen slightly shy of professional.

Perjury, which he can't prove

but improper disclosure of information. "Sweet dreams, pretty boy!"

To name but two. No.

I'm sorry, rach, he's got you by the wire wool as far as shopping him

or nailing the delectable Carl Norris to the post is concerned.

- Janet! - Boss.

See if those kiddies' parents are due any time soon

so we can get out of here. We'll statement them tomorrow.

12:20, please, god, tell me that tent's on its way.

Mr docherty. Good afternoon. Dci Murray, mit.

I'm at the job on your division. I'm just ringing you with an update.

I don't anticipate being able to move the body much before this evening.

I'll let you know the cause of death first thing,

unless you want me ringing in the small hours

'cause I think that's when it will be.

Answering machine: [Beeping] You have two new messages.

Message one.

Woman: Hi, rach, it's only me. Give us a ring. Nothing important.

Just if you are around at the weekend,

thought we might take the little 'uns to alton...

Answering machine: Message two.

Hello, Rachel. It's... it's Nick... um...

I was... I was wondering if you could ring me when you can. Um...

Yeah. If you would, thanks. Bye-bye.

We are waiting for dental records, but general appearance,

height, love heart tattoo on the left shoulder,

we are confident our victim is Lynn stott.

Forty six years old.

Address: 137 Bernard road, milnrow.

She was reported missing 15 days ago by her daughter Caitlin.

She worked as a packer for a mail order warehouse in royton, aspinalls.

She lived on her own and she was recently widowed.

The last known phonecall was from Caitlin

three days before she was reported missing,

seven twenty in the evening, Friday evening.

Caitlin rang her work on Monday to see if she turned up for work and when...

She had compression marks on her ribs

indicating that she died from a heavy amount of pressure on her chest.

So, she asphyxiated or, according to the pathologist's report,

cause of death: Vagal inhibition.

The time of death, the pathologist is telling me, is two weeks ago

which I could have told her myself.

Collinwood construction.

I want everybody that's ever worked there traced, interviewed, eliminated.

I want all the druggies and shit-bags who've ever set foot in the place...

We've got or we are getting all the cctvs from the area...

I want a full picture of her private life.

Husbands. Ex-husbands.

- [Mobile phone beeping] - Girlfriends. Boyfriends.

Anyone she was involved with. Anyone who had a thing about her.

Anyone who had an argument with her...

I want her mobile and any home computers...

What we are looking to do initially is create a timeline.

Exactly where she disappeared from, who last saw her alive,

when her body was put into that building site.

- It's definitely Lynn stott. - Lynn stott.

-Vagal inhibition? Veronica Hastings. -Oh.

What? I'm just saying. Blonde hair, 46 years old.

It's a nice idea, with just the one screaming flaw.

- What? - If Tom Walters' theory is right,

if his theory is right and all of these murders are linked to Veronica,

we know that the offender doesn't dump on the same doorstep twice.

Unless he's come home to sunny Manchester

back to where it all started, completing the circle.

You are wasted here, aren't you?

You should be in Quantico with the behavioural analysis unit.

- Yeah, you said it, baby. - Think horse, not zebra.

- You what? - When in the jungle...

Shall we trot along the more traditional lines of enquiry

before we waltz off down the more exotic ones.

[Laughing]

If you like.

[Phone ringing]

Janet: Caitlin, did your mother have a dispute with anyone?

[Sobbing]

I don't know anybody she'd fallen out with

or argued with or anything.

And do you know of any relationships

your mum may have had since your dad died?

Anybody showing any unwanted interest, anything that nature?

She'd have said.

Moving forward now to that Friday evening

when you spoke to her on the phone...

I know it's tough, Caitlin.

If you want a break, just say so.

[Sobbing] I'm fine.

Janet: During that conversation,

according to what you told the officer when you reported her missing,

she told you that she was going swimming, yes?

And then she was gonna ring after if she felt like going for a drink

'cause that's what we'd normally do.

Except, for the last

four or five weeks, she's not been that bothered.

So, I didn't think nowt of it when she didn't ring.

And she goes to chadderton?

She likes that new, big pool they've got, so...

- On her own? - Yeah.

Yeah, and she must have gone.

'Cause when we let ourselves in the house on the Sunday,

when I was starting to get a bit bothered,

her bag were next to the washing machine with all of her wet stuff in it.

And I thought that were odd since 'cause she has this thing

about sticking it straight in the washing machine

the second she gets in.

[Caitlin sobbing]

So, she gets home from the baths, on her own or has she picked someone up?

Either way, before she puts the costume in the machine,

somebody stopped her doing it.

In which case, the house is probably the crime scene.

Tell me we have still got the security on the address?

Of course, we have.

Can you get me the csm here in 15 minutes?

And the exhibits officer?

Tell me about this lad, the husband.

Ah, well, we just picked up a vibe that

things weren't necessarily as cosy as they looked.

Has he got an alibi?

I've got the action to tie him.

Ma'am, turns out Lynn's been moonlighting.

She's been working for a chatline based in the city centre.

Shagaholics anonymous.

There's a fellow downstairs asking for you.

Rachel: What fellow?

Five foot four, ginger, mid-forties, beard.

Smells of turpentine. Looks like he's got part of one ear missing.

- Yeah, name? - Sounded double Dutch to me.

[Sighing]

- Jesus. - Rachel.

I've been... I've been ringing you.

- I've been ignoring you. - Can I talk to you?

Yeah. But not here.

Just one glass.

Damn, you know I like to sink it by the vat-load.

- I can get a bottle, if that's what... - What do you want?

You spoke to martine Cooper yesterday in Manchester.

She rang me. I haven't seen her, well, since then...

But she's aware that she may have said something compromising.

So...

Compromising to who? Not her. She works in insurance.

Well, no, to... To me, obviously.

[Sighing]

Just in the interests of clarity,

was I one in a long string of...

- No. - Not like I give a monkey's, obviously.

- Obviously. - [Sighing]

You don't expect me to believe that, do you?

-[Stuttering] There were a few. -How many?

- One or two. - How many?

Six. But the point is that you know and I know that

you can cause me a lot of problems with this information.

And I know now that with you I bit off more than I could ever chew

and i'm... look, I am aware that you owe me nothing.

And that it's in your power to destroy me.

And I'm asking you not to.

I rang your wife and I apologised to her

and I said, "I didn't know that he was married

"and I certainly didn't know that he had children."

Rachel, I can't sleep, I can't think. I need to know what your intentions are.

And we told this girl today that her mother had turned up in bin bags.

And that she couldn't see her, her own mother,

because rats, not that I mind them 'cause they're just doing the job,

have eaten her face.

You are right. I owe you nothing. I owe you less than nothing.

If I don't shop you, it will only be because I just can't be arsed.

I can live with that, if you mean it.

Right, well, there you go, then.

[Inhaling sharply]

Can I trust you?

Who knows?

Look, I'm sorry that I hurt you.

I'm sorry that I evicted you from the flat like that, when you were...

I'm made of stern stuff.

So, it takes more than that to throw me off kilter.

Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

- What is? - You and me.

- Oh, you think? - I should have appreciated you more.

I'm sorry that I didn't. You're clever.

Did you think I was a knobhead?

No, I don't think I ever thought that.

'Cause martine Cooper, she strikes me as being pretty lightweight.

Well, you're certainly not her.

- Was she unhygienic as well? - Rachel, I never said that.

Rachel, um...

This isn't a threat at all.

Please don't go away and over think this,

because it really isn't.

- What? - I accept what you said

and that you are not inclined to blow the whistle on me,

which I am very grateful for.

I just wanted to say that if, at any point, you change your mind

just remember, it isn't just me for whom the shit will hit the fan.

It'll be Carl Norris, too.

And you don't want that man on your back, Rachel. You really don't.

I know what he's capable of.

I am an officer with Manchester mit police.

My gang's bigger than Carl Norris's gang.

And if you think that I'm frightened of that little bastard,

you've got another thing coming.

Good. Good. Well, I'm glad that's how you feel.

I didn't want you to be unaware. That's all.

[Car lock beeping]

You all right, boss?

Five weeks, zilch.

So, guess what? They're bringing the review team in.

Headed by... guess who?

Janet: Her ex, Dave Murray.

He's acting head of the review team 'cause Mandy Saunders is on maternity.

Chief superintendent Dave Murray?

Is he her ex?

Ah.

He once made a very vivid proposition to me at a Christmas party

when I was working in the sex crimes unit.

You and everyone else in a skirt.

I hope you didn't...

Although, I've got to admit. It was unusual.

Charm the birds out of the trees,

which he frequently did.

The only person that didn't know what a shag arse he was was Gill,

until he told her that he got a 23-year-old uniform

from pendlebury up the duff and he was going to go and live with her.

At which point, it emerged that he'd been at it behind her back

for years with all and sundry.

Rachel: Odd.

Janet: Isn't it? That she's the one left feeling humiliated.

- Why have you never told me this before? - I thought everyone knew.

We know a huge amount and, at the same time,

we are no closer to the killer now than we were five weeks ago.

What we do know, broadly...

Andy, do you want to...

Whoever killed Lynn was waiting for her.

Probably outside the house, 'cause there's no signs of forced entry.

And we found no evidence that any keys were copied.

We think it was someone she let in because she recognises and trusts him.

There's some evidence of a scuffle in the sitting-room,

which is where we believe she was asphyxiated.

He then put Lynn's body in her own car

and drove to the building site in middleton.

We've got eight separate cctv sightings of the vehicle with him in it.

That's the best image. Enhanced.

No cctv from the building site suggesting he'd recce-ed the place

or certainly was familiar with it.

He deposits the body at approximately 4:20 A.M.

And returns the car, more sketchy cctv, to Lynn's street.

Returns the keys into the house.

Into the handbag. Point is, it's an odd mixture.

It seems opportunistic on the one hand, 'cause he's using stuff from the house

to wrap the body.

On the other, he has conducted the rest like it's a carefully-premeditated plan.

The biggest potential lead we had was that she worked for a call centre.

Shagaholics anonymous.

But nobody we tie-ed came even close to looking like a viable suspect.

We did initially have doubts about the son-in-law

but it turns out we had a warrant for his arrest over non-payment of fines,

so, he was a bit jittery.

Er... his alibi is cast-iron.

As for motive, we found no evidence of any vendettas.

Nobody angry with her over anything.

She didn't appear to owe anybody any money

and nothing was taken from the house.

Over to you.

You sent the papers to scas?

Sent you a copy of their reply. Have you not read it?

Maybe we should invite someone in

from the national policing improvement agency.

We can go down that route.

Dave: You've spoken to a profiler?

Gill: The bia? Martin hinds.

- And? - It's all in there.

He says we're looking for a white male, between the age of 35 and 55.

Non-professional but working below his intellect.

Local. Sociopath. Someone who knew her by sight.

Somebody she might have known to say hello to

but not well enough to be in her address book.

Someone that anybody close to her might not even know she knew.

Someone who might have don't it before, more than once.

Someone who gets sexual gratification from the act of killing.

Let's get someone in from the npia.

What... what is there to lose?

Janet: You knock yourself out, kid.

She'll listen to you. She'll wipe the floor with me.

Look, Rachel, link it to what you like but, at the end of the day,

we still have to find out who killed Lynn.

Tempting as Tom Walters' theory is,

don't you think scas would have come up with something...

- What are you scared of? - Same as you.

Looking like someone who watches too much telly.

You know and I know, if Tom Walters' theory is right,

there are reasons why it might have gone under the radar.

Even with scas.

All right. I'm only doing this to shut you up.

I can live with that.

Well, you'd better get ready to scrape me up off the parquet.

[Sighing]

[Chuckling]

- Can I run something past you? - Look at him, the bastard.

Did you hear him? To Andy?

"Oh, you've done a very thorough job. Nothing to beat yourself up about."

While Gill's just been sitting on her Fanny for five weeks doing fuck-all.

I, um...

I know it's off the wall

but you always say that the only stupid question

is the one that doesn't get asked. So...

- Veronica Hastings... - Janet, I'm sorry, I really can't...

No, no, I'm talking about Lynn stott.

Please, just let me satisfy myself that I've said it to you

before you dismiss it.

Okay, now, I know it sounds bonkers

but Tom Walters' theory is whoever killed Veronica

has gone on to kill at least six other females, right?

They were all asphyxiated.

Now, that's obviously one of the more vague,

I accept that, linking factors.

But cause of death in four of them, including Veronica, was attributed

to vagal inhibition.

Loads of people die through vagal inhibition.

You know what a useless minefield it is?

No, these are all unsolved deaths.

I know it's unlikely but there are other factors.

All of the victims were blonde. Not peroxide but natural blonde.

Like Lynn.

They were all petite. Like Lynn.

The absence of any distinct similarities almost in itself is a factor

and I know that sounds stupid

but maybe that's why it's gone under the radar.

There's a meticulousness. A fastidiousness that does link them.

All other investigations were like this one,

where the sio feels that they know everything

but they've got nothing.

It looks personal. But it isn't.

The killer knows his victim just enough to satisfy his criteria.

And the biggest thing, the oddest thing, if they are genuinely linked

and this isn't just a big, mad coincidence,

is that everyone that he's killed

has been the same age that Veronica would have been had she lived.

Veronica would have been 46. Same as me.

Lynn stott was 46.

How far have you got sifting through the case papers?

I've got an overview. I've done some detailed work.

Quite a bit but nowhere near as much as I'd like.

- You run a day book. - Yeah, but I'd still need more time.

How much?

Two days?

And you can say no, but it'd be easier if I work from home.

Then I wouldn't have to bring it in. There's yards of the stuff, Gill.

- Fine. - Really?

[Chuckling]

When was the last one in Tom's theory?

Uh, two years ago, bexhill.

Tracy dickson.

How did you know that?

That's the one similar suggestion scas came up with but

I didn't think there were enough similarities

because whoever did that pulled her front teeth out.

There was nothing like that with Lynn.

No, that's the one area where Lynn doesn't fit the picture.

All of the girls, the women, that were murdered in Tom's theory

had things missing.

Hair, body parts, jewellery.

- Trophies, souvenirs. - Yeah.

But everything else fits.

Finish what you're doing today then work tomorrow and Thursday at home

and let Andy know when he's finished talking to captain underpants.

So, you're not going to run it by dirty Dave, then?

I wouldn't tell that dickweed if his arse was on fire.

I'll put it in another memo that he won't read.

[Phone ringing]

Rachel: Um... Yeah, one second.

Hello.

Geoff.

Did you?

Oh, [clearing throat] Okay, um...

Yeah, well, I can meet you for half an hour at six o'clock?

Um... the grapes. The pub opposite here. Yeah.

Okay. Okay. Ta-ta.

- Geoff Hastings? - Tom Walters rang him up.

Did he know about Lynn stott?

He's made a connection?

- He's mustard, that bloke. - Isn't he just?

So, Geoff wants to know what's going on and if it's connected and blah...

- [Sighs] What did she say? - Oh, she's buying it.

Yes.

You genius.

Hey, do you wanna come and meet him? Geoff?

Oh, go on. Come for a drink.

I run out of stuff to say to him after about ten minutes.

Yeah. Go on, I can do.

Oh.

That reminds me.

I wanted to apologise.

I was a bit sharp the last time we met. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

We go back a long way, me and Janet. We trained together.

- Two days at home, you bitch. - I know. Thanks, kid.

Here. Give that to Geoff, will you? And that to Andy.

And I'll bring yours over in a minute.

Andy: And some nuts. I'll get these.

- No, I'm getting this. - I'll get it.

I'm getting this.

Cheers.

- I've apologised to him. - Oh, well done.

It's been six weeks, Janet.

Wasn't gonna push it.

Wasn't gonna mention it again until you did but you know...

Six weeks.

I can't do it to Ade.

I can't do it to the girls.

I'm sorry, I've thought about it and...

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Andy.

Can you tell me?

We can't talk about it cause it's an ongoing case,

but I said straightaway, didn't I?

To Janet, I said that it was vagal inhibition.

Vagal...

You know your vagus nerve in your neck?

No.

Rachel: Well, there's a nerve in your neck, right,

that's connected to your heart at one end and your brain at the other.

Okay. [Laughing] You can tell I trained as a doctor

before I became a grunt, can't you?

Anyway, if it's struck or squashed or inhibited in any way

then shuts your heart down like that.

It's like a vulcan grip.

Instant death. I mean, you've seen Star Trek.

Well, is that how our Veronica...

Do we have to get gruesome, Rachel?

Oh, sorry.

Oh, no, no, no... It's all of interest.

And do you really think it's him? The same person?

Well, it's tempting but we're a long way off.

We've got to convince our dci.

She's got to convince force command and...

- What would happen then, if she did? - Oh, it'd go stellar.

There'd be a massive, massive investigation.

This is across six or seven forces and they'd all want it.

That'd be a logistical nightmare in itself.

Getting six chief cons to sit down together

at the same time in the same room and actually talk to one another.

And, of course, we'd still have to find out who killed Lynn, so...

But, no...

If they decided that we've got a serial killer going back 30 or 40 years,

it'd be on the six o'clock news.

And some. Where's Andy?

-Thanks. It was very kind of you. -It was on my way.

So, have you seen the reports and so forth about Veronica,

the same as Janet has?

Um, well, I was staying at Janet's for a bit

after I split up with this bloke that I was seeing

and I shared the spare room with these files.

So...

Yeah, I read them. Not all of them but...

Yeah.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah, go on, then.

Just through here.

Ma'am.

Chris latham. Detective sergeant, npia.

Gill Murray.

You don't know what a pleasure it is to meet you.

I've spent hours reading your reports.

I learnt more from them than I learned from the 10 weeks from the do course

and four week at Quantico.

- Smarmy bastard. - Guilty as charged.

How is Alan bernisten? Does he still walk like a cowboy?

He's very well. He sends his regards.

Sit down.

Do you miss it?

I miss it like I'd miss breathing.

But if you tell anyone that, I'll leg you.

What made you leave?

My marriage broke down.

My son was 14 at the time so...

Buzzing off all over the countryside solving other people's murders

suddenly got just a little too complicated.

And they keep me busy enough here, so...

I don't know what I'm gonna spot that's got past you.

Well, Chris, something has.

[Sighing]

Oh, hello. Good morning.

Could I speak to someone in your personnel department, please?

Yeah, it's detective constable Rachel Bailey,

Manchester metropolitan police, major incident team.

The thing that has intrigued me the most...

I don't know if this something you've latched onto...

I'm sure it is. Lynn's fingernails.

Has anyone asked what condition they were in

the last time she was seen alive?

She had lovely nails. False nails.

Rats wouldn't have eaten them. So, why were they at the scene?

He ripped her nails off.

I know it puts you no nearer to knowing who he is...

No, no, no, it does. Kind of.

[Phone ringing]

Gill.

Gill: Lynn's fingernails were missing.

She wore false fingernails. It looks like he took 'em.

These others on Tom Walters' list,

Veronica, was anything else like that?

Well, um...

They varied. He cut Veronica's pigtails off but... hang on...

Marie booth, she died 1979.

Her hair was cut off.

Claire biddle died in 1985. He cut her lips off.

Rena Curtis died in 1992. She has all of her rings missing.

She like a lot of jewellery.

And anise Doyle, she died in 1997.

She has a tattoo on her leg that was cut out and removed.

And Carol brannigan, who died in 2003. Well, that's back to hair.

Thanks, cock. I'll get back to you, ta-ta.

The thing is, you see, Chris,

we think we've possibly got a serial killer.

And, if we have, it's one goes back nearly 40 years.

Have you flagged it up to command?

No, it's only just happening. Only just becoming clear.

Boss. Sorry, have you got a minute?

This is ds latham from the national police improvement agency.

- Sarge. - DC Bailey.

- Hi. - Hi.

Gill: What have you got?

I think I know who it is.

[Ringing]

- Oh, hi. - Geoff.

I was just passing

and Rachel said you were working from home today so I thought...

Come in.

He invited me in for a brew. I don't know why I went, really.

I don't normally take tea with strange men.

But I didn't think he was strange.

I felt sorry for him. He seemed like he wanted to talk.

I thought I'd find out more about Veronica, so...

How long have you lived here?

Six months.

I must have just assumed that you lived at your mum's house.

God, no.

Turns out he's lived a very nomadic kind of existence.

So, I did some digging this morning

when I was supposed to be doing something else.

Obviously, I've not had time to dig up tons but...

Rachel: Did you not get on?

With me mum? No, not really.

It must have been tough after Veronica died.

Oh, yeah, yeah, and before.

He worked for this haulage firm in sheffield for a while,

there was a calendar. So, I called them.

And he was on a job in eastbourne

two weeks before Tracy dickson's body turned up.

Eastbourne is, what, 20 minutes from bexhill.

And he was on a job in sunderland

a week before anise Doyle's body turns up in 1997.

The other thing.

This newsagent's that he works at, it's on the route

that Lynn is most likely to have gone from her place of work

to chaddy swimming baths.

Now, I know we've looked at the cctv footage of her route back

from the pool to her house

but did we look at the cctv of her journey there?

Not from her house, but from work?

See, if she goes in his shop every time she goes swimming

well, that could be the nodding acquaintance

that the profiler has told us about.

And he...

He's insidious, this fellow. Andy knows, he's met him.

Last night, without really thinking about it, I told him where I live,

that I fell out with my boyfriend, that I've never got on with my mother

and that my sister's a touchy-feely leftwing twerp.

My whole life story.

Let's get on to any cctv of her journey to the pool.

- I'll pick him up. - No, no, not yet.

But get someone to draw up an arrest strategy for me.

And not Rachel. I need her.

And get on to tyneside and Sussex.

See if they got some DNA from the Tracy dickson murder.

And this other anise "doodah" Doyle one.

Hillary, hi. It's Gill Murray.

I need ten minutes with your assistant chief con.

Two weeks on Wednesday?

Dream on, girl. He'll wanna hear this and he'll wanna hear it now.

Go and knock on his door.

[Sighing] I got a little bit worried

that I might have given Rachel the wrong impression last night, that's all.

Rachel? No.

She's like me. Hide like a rhinoceros.

She came in for a cup of tea when she dropped me off.

Rachel? Did she?

Did she not say anything to you?

Well, I haven't been in today, so...

Oh, no, no, no, of course not. No.

Thought, maybe, you know, she'd rung you or something.

No.

Um, how did you know where I lived?

Elise told me. Is it Elise, your eldest? Yeah.

Uh, I rang up once and you weren't in, so

we got chatting.

Am I missing something about you and rach?

- You didn't make a pass at her or... - [Laughing] Oh, no, no, no.

But, sometimes...

I talk too much.

Well, if you're worried that you've made a fool of yourself with her,

she won't even have noticed.

She's a fantastic copper but anything personal, she's thick.

I mean, god, this latest fella, don't even go there.

- Is she a fantastic copper? - Yes, she doesn't miss a thing.

When she first joined the mit 12 months ago I thought,

"oh, we've got a right ditzy one here."

But, my god, was I wrong! We call her Sherlock, because she...

- [Phone ringing] - Oh, excuse me.

You are not gonna believe this.

[Mouthing]

- It's Geoff. - What's Geoff?

He's only looking like a knocking bet as being involved with Lynn

and the last two on Tom Walters' list.

I mean, did they never question him over Veronica?

Janet.

Janet.

Put the phone down.

[Exclaims]

Janet!

[Groaning]

He's cut me, rach, he's got a knife.

Boss! He's there. He's at Janet's house.

He's got a knife. He's cut her.

Dci Murray, mit. Officer required.

20, clough road, oldham.

[Breathing nervously]

- I don't wanna hurt you, Janet. - Put the knife down, Geoff.

- I don't wanna hurt you. - Well, you already have.

Put the knife down! You're not going anywhere.

Don't, Janet! Don't!

Please, don't! Please...

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Groaning] Oh, my... oh, god.

[Groaning]

[Police siren wailing]

[Tyres screeching]

Rachel: Janet.

- Is he still here? - Gill: Check upstairs.

Remember he's got a knife.

Don't let them put me on a slab.

Not naked. I'm not having a post-mortem.

- Promise me, rach. - Gill: Let's not wait for the ambulance.

You're not going to die, you silly bugger.

If you die, I'll fucking kill you.

- Don't say it. - [Shouting] Come on.

Gill: This time of day, we can get there faster than they can.

Get on to a&E at oldham,

and tell them we're bringing an officer in and she needs blood.

Lots of it.

I love you.

Gill: You. Blues and twos. Foot down.

[Janet coughing]

[Alarms blaring]

This incident where we got an officer stabbed,

I want obs for Geoff Hastings.

White, male, 50 years of age. Five foot six.

Last seen in clough road, oldham.

Clothing not known but likely to be bloodstained.

He's very possibly armed with a knife and willing to use it.

Hey, I hope you tonked him back.

Oh, yeah.

You parted his hair for him.

You gave him a bloody headache.

Jan...

I need you to stay awake, Janet.

Well, that's an order from me to you, mate, come on.

Janet, you've got to stay awake. [Sobbing]

- What? - Nothing.

She's still in resus. They're prepping her for theatre.

Can I have a drag?

Here. I wanna get out of these clothes.

Yeah, well, you just have to wait. You're part of a crime scene.

Someone's on their way to bag 'em up.

I'm... [sobbing]

[Exhaling]

- You all right? - Why did I have to say it's Geoff?

You didn't know he was there.

What you should have told you he was there?

- What? - Nothing, exactly.

Lighten up, kid, this is not your fault.

[Car door shutting]

Oh, shit. Adrian.

Look positive. Adrian.

Where is she?

They are getting her ready for theatre, I'll walk you down there.

She's lost a lot of blood but she was conscious when we got her there.

[Phone ringing]

- Hello. - Hi. Hello, Rachel.

Did you get my text?

Er... yeah. Yeah, yeah, I did, yeah.

- You okay? - Janet's been stabbed.

Oh, my god. Is she all right?

I don't know. I don't know. They are gonna operate on her.

She lost a lot of blood. I tried to keep her awake.

But...

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

Yeah. I, um...

She's my best mate. I don't want her to die.

Can I do anything?

- Like what? - For you?

No, no, no, I don't think so.

Okay. I was just ringing to see if you wanted to have dinner sometime.

But, obviously, that's not something you want to think about right now.

- When? - Whenever.

[Exhaling]

Well, I've got to stay here until I know something definite.

Do you want me to come and pick you up?

Yeah, could you? I've not got a car.

Yeah, of course. Um... when?

Don't know. I'll ring you.

All right. Okay. Bye.

Right. Bye.

[Sighing]