Original subtitles

KNOCK ON DOOR Yeah?

Brought the stats you wanted, sir.

I thought you had something on.

Cancelled.

So who's that?

Tony King. Age 20.

1991. No-one charged.

Michelle Wesley. 1995. Age 22.

Raped, strangled. No-one charged.

Clear-up rate in this division, it's crap!

DISTANT BELLS RING

FOOTSTEPS, THEN SILENCE

QUICKENING FOOTSTEPS

Oh... It's you!

OBJECT SMASHES

(Bugger! Shite 'n' onions!)

I left my shoes out, so I'd remember to polish them. I noticed.

And then I forgot them.

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be out with Peter.

I changed my mind.

You stop blaming yourself, Sam.

For what? You are not responsible for what happened to Andrew Duffy.

Aren't I? If I hadn't left him, he'd still be alive.

It breaks my heart to see you as unhappy as this. Why can't you talk to Peter? 'Night.

I'm away to my bed. I'll make sure there's some aspirin for you in the morning(!)

REVERSING WARNING FROM LORRY

- He was just stringing her along! - He's bought the ring.

- So he says! - You reckon he's lying? - Course!

See, what it is, it's the thrill of the chase. THAT'S what he's interested in.

- It's only telly, anyway. - Shouldn't have agreed to go with him.

Phil!! What's the matter? Come here, will you?

MUSIC: "Lifted" by The Lighthouse Family

I won two lines last night.

So I went down the pub with the other women and spent my winnings.

I'll pay for the vase. It's OK, I didn't like it much, anyway.

I'll wash it - don't worry!

I didn't say anything. You don't HAVE to.

What time is your interview? Why? ..Just interested.

You mean, you're interested in getting me out from under your feet. PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Right, OK, thanks.

The body is that of an adult female.

It's well-nourished, of slim build.

Mid to late-twenties.

The hair is long and blond.

Yep, the handbag was open, but apparently untouched.

Foreign currency... Doesn't look like robbery. No, sir.

Rape?

It's too early to tell.

Any sexual element? I'll know later.

First impressions? Peter, please.

You know I can't commit myself.

Victim is wearing neither tights nor knickers.

Clothing is in disarray.

Face congested, tongue protruding.

Mr Matthews!

He worshipped her. It'll be dreadful for him to have to...

you know, identify the body.

Helen was only here a couple of weeks ago.

- Caroline? - I-I've gotta go. - Where?

..I'll be back later. When?

So.

How are you this morning? Much better, thanks.

Sam... Are you trying to tell me something?

KNOCKING ON DOOR Yes?

Crime number 1437/95, sir, as requested. Thank you, Constable.

THANK you, Constable. Thank you, sir.

Sorry, sir. ..Ma'am.

He's very keen.

Why am I here, Peter?

Michelle Wesley.

Found in a lane, near Ealing, 18 months ago. Just before I arrived.

Trevor did the PM? Yeah.

Raped, then strangled with her own tights. Same colour of hair, much the same age. Same sort of location.

Could just be a coincidence. Possibly. Probably.

The similarities are striking.

Superficially. Superficial or not, I'd like you to bear it in mind.

..OK.

WOMAN'S VOICE ON TANNOY

SPEECH INAUDIBLE

Papers found at the scene in the victim's handbag indicate that it's the body of Helen Jane Matthews, 28.

'Mortgage adviser. Married for 4½ years to...Michael Edward Matthews,

'and he is the general manager of Brooky Hill Aerodrome and Flying School. No children.'

Mr Matthews?

It's my wife.

'She often stayed at her sister's, so when she didn't come home, her husband wasn't unduly alarmed.'

Did she phone to say she'd be staying there? No.

Yes? Was that unusual, sir?

It WAS unusual, but not unknown... Constable.

The body was found early this morning by two dustbin men.

'Cause of death, apparently asphyxiation,

'due to strangulation by means of a ligature made of her own tights.

'This is subject, of course, to the findings of the postmortem.'

There are drag marks on the heels and calves...

with what appears to be dirt and gravel. Scratches suggest...

The body was moved at a distance, along the ground. Exactly.

Back of the skirt and jacket are muddy.

Sticky tape, Fred.

What is it? Something glinting.

Can you see it?

Think so. What is it?

Hazard a guess. Some sort of metallic fibre?

Possibly.

There seem to be similarities in the MOs of the murder of Helen Matthews and Michelle Wesley.

Those involved will remember that several suspects were questioned at the time, but no arrest was made.

Damage to the top and... bottom of the tongue.

Some slight abrasions, apparently fingernail scratches,

to the outer left and right thighs.

No bruising or abrasions on the inner thighs.

Vaginal, oral and rectal swabs taken for analysis.

Thanks, Fred.

Horizontal, furrowed bruising present, consistent with pressure from ligature.

Also, roundish bruising, with crescent-shaped indentations above.

There are four lighter bruises appearing on the left side of the neck.

A photograph here. Front and side. Thanks.

That's a picture of my dad.

Would you like to see it?

It might take your mind off things.

He was good-looking.

Everyone said so.

He flew VC-10s all round the world. He gave up the year I was born. My mum made him.

This is me and him at Heathrow Airport.

We went for the day - it was great.

I dunno what I'm doing here.

I need to go home. I'll take you.

I need to go home now. OK.

I'll get my car keys. ..No, I'll walk.

But what about your suitcases?

It's no trouble to drive you. I'd prefer to walk. I need to think.

Thank you for everything, Caroline.

Shall I bring the cases over later?

Will you...be all right, Alan?

I don't know.

HORN BLASTS

I've removed the voice box. I'm now examining it in a bloodless field.

Fracture to hyoid bone.

Damage to thyroid and cricoid cartilages.

Bruising to the lining of the larynx.

All consistent with homicidal strangulation.

Come here.

What do you think? Seems pretty shaken.

D'you believe it? Hard to tell. Female intuition? Having the day off.

We'll assume innocence for the moment. OK. Go gently with him. Yup.

Not TOO gently.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

It was obviously a shock.

But I do need to ask you a few questions.

I could leave it a few minutes. Have another cup of tea.

Will another cup of tea bring her back?!

Oh...go ahead.

- D'you think you could tell me how you spent yesterday evening? - I spent yesterday evening at home,

with my neighbour, playing cards. Will they verify that?

Inspector Selway, I love my wife.

..I mean...I LOVED my wife.

I loved her.

You all right?

..I'm fine.

Concerto de Arrances next week. Fancy it?

I'm not in the mood for concerts. You still upset about Andrew Duffy?

You should've let me do the autopsy. It's hard when it's someone you know.

Yeah, well... It's no good brooding. ..Let it go.

I'm not sure I can do this any more.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Your next customer's ready.

I'll take care of this one.

Put your feet up, read the paper. Be kind to yourself.

Was your marriage a happy one? Yes, very.

What about the age difference?

What about it?

I had to make allowances. She was young. Didn't wanna be tied down.

Was your wife planning a trip? Trip?

Business or a holiday? ..No, I don't think so.

You may be aware your wife's handbag was found near her body. Yes.

Her passport was inside.

Along with 2,000 Canadian dollars.

What is it?

Helen...

I think she was seeing someone. S-Someone I work with.

- Seeing someone? - Having an affair.

Do I need to spell it out(?)

Did you talk to your wife about your suspicions?

I, um... I didn't want to drive her away.

I reckoned in time it would all blow over, and...

then when he told me he'd got this new job, I thought, "Good."

New job?

In Canada.

I see. And this man, what was his name?

Alan Whyte.

MUSIC BLASTS FROM CAR

MUSIC: "Bend Me Shape Me" by Amen Corner

MUSIC STOPS

FEMALE VOICE SPEAKS SOFTLY

"..designed to combine a high cruising speed with unmatched low-speed performance..."

CAROLINE CONTINUES SPEAKING You should be at work!

So pathetic!

^ You're sad. Sad and pathetic!

Go away. And stupid. I'm not stupid.

Grown women don't play with toys.

I'm on a late. Don't disturb me.

Whatever you're doing, keep it quiet.

I'm NOT stupid!

Michelle Wesley. I remember her well.

Unusually good-looking.

What a waste! Thank you, Trevor(!)

One of those considerate corpses who'd spared enough thought for the poor pathologist to put up a fight.

Skin scrapings beneath the nails. KNOCK ON DOOR Timely arrival.

We're comparing this morning's PM with the old case. Found anything?

Not really. This was sexual. One of the clearest cases of rape I've seen.

There was no sexual assault made on Helen Matthews' body. How d'you know? I beg your pardon?

We haven't had results back from the lab. It's an informed guess, based on my experience. A guess?

Which I'm sure the lab results will support. She had severe internal injuries.

There wasn't so much as a scratch on Helen Matthews' inner thighs.

Absence of internal injury doesn't imply absence of sexual activity.

You asked me to compare these two cases medically,

and medically I'm telling you I can't find any significant link.

Anybody for a late lunch?

Right.

I'll be in The George, if you decide on a cease-fire.

They weren't even killed in the same way.

What about the tights?

Michelle Wesley was strangled solely with her tights.

Sorry. Helen Matthews' assailant probably used their hands first,

disabled her, rendered her unconscious, THEN removed her tights.

Formed a ligature and finished off the job. How d'you know?

Fingermarks under the ligature bruising. And there's another thing.

The knots are different. If that's not enough, there's something else.

I found small, metallic fibres adhering to Helen Matthews' clothes. But not on Michelle Wesley's?

I don't think these two cases are connected. I'm sorry.

Helen Matthews WAS murdered?

Yes.

That's something, I suppose.

Mike.

The police were around, asking about Helen.

If there's anything I can do... Anything at all.

Look, I...could come around later.

Watch the game?

Yeah. Whatever.

Are you busy tonight? I haven't made any plans.

Got the stuff in the fridge from yesterday. Speaking to me? Possibly.

I thought you were taking your team out. I'd rather spend the evening with you.

^ Can't see what all the fuss is about.

I can understand the attraction. Space, quiet, freedom. Vertigo.

- Work to do. - Goody(!)

If your missus went out one night,

didn't come home, didn't phone to say where she was, what would you do?

Wouldn't happen. How do YOU know? I'd never let her out.

^ You'll have to try harder than that!

I need this.

It can't have been THAT bad. It was worse.

Manager said he'd misread the form. Thought I was born in 1964, not '54. Oh, dear.

Didn't even have the grace to look ashamed. What about the job last week?

I'd have heard. I'll get something sooner or later. I hope it's sooner.

- How are things at Sam's? - Don't ask. - She's been difficult at work too.

Oh, she's not difficult. No, she's...

Sam is not the problem. It's me.

- It's not HER fault her big sister is a useless waste of space. - You're not useless.

- Thank you, Trevor. - You're just a waste of space!

Yes, there HAS been a bit of talk.

He's been teaching her to fly.

Were they having an affair? All I'm saying is there was talk. When did you last see Mrs Matthews?

Last night. I... had a drink with her and Alan.

That'd be Alan...? Whyte. Chief flying instructor here.

Well, he WAS. He...left last Friday.

So you went for a drink with him and Mrs Matthews? ..Yes.

They were, um...you know...

It wasn't common knowledge about the two of them.

I was the only person who knew. Alan trusted me to keep a secret.

He's asked me... to look after his house... until he comes back from Canada.

So where did you go for this drink? Manor House. D'you know it?

What time did you leave?

About half past nine. And Mr Whyte and Mrs Matthews?

I left them in the pub.

Was Mrs Matthews planning to travel to Canada with Mr Whyte? ..She was.

He told me last night... They wanted to be together. It was the only way.

DOORBELL RINGS

Great minds.

Hello.

What? You look lovely!

Wyn?

Thanks. Have a good evening.

Talk to him, Sam. Yeah. I will.

You OK to carry on? Yes.

I'd like to go over it one more time.

Helen and I met Caroline at 7.30 for a farewell drink.

- What did you talk about? - Flying, mostly,

and Caroline staying here while I was away.

I asked her how she'd feel about showing it to prospective buyers.

- You were in the pub for how long? - Couple of hours.

Caroline left first. Helen and I had another drink.

I tried to persuade her to spend the night here.

She insisted on going home and...facing Mike and telling him.

I said he was hardly gonna shake her hand and wish her well.

She could be so naive. So innocent.

She thought he'd want her to be happy.

Have you seen her?

Yes.

What does she look like?

Very peaceful.

FOOTBALL COMMENTARY ON TV

'Le Tissier back to the fullback Jason Dodd. The cross always had Schmeichel scrambling.

'Well, there was a push down...' Couldn't believe my luck the day she said she'd marry me.

Did I tell you I met her at the bank one day when I went in to ask for a loan?

She was so young... She was so beautiful!

Too young.

What d'you mean?

Nothing, Mike.

- No, what do you mean? - Nothing.

Why did she DO it?

- Perhaps she wasn't ready to settle down. - Why HIM? I thought he was a mate.

Thanks very much.

I need a large Scotch, no soda and lots of ice.

What d'you think? I think he loved her.

Why? What do you think? Seemed pretty cut up. That was real.

Maybe. He hasn't got a motive. She was running away with him.

- Unless she'd changed her mind. - Decided to stay with her husband? - It HAS been known.

- No. - Your money's on the husband? - I don't bet.

- But if you did? - I don't.

CLASSICAL MUSIC IS PLAYING IN CAR

MUSIC: "Sha-la-la" by Manfred Mann

♪ I knew everything gonna be all right

♪ Sha-la-la-la-lee, yeah

♪ Sha-la-la-la-lee

♪ I asked her, "Where do you wanna go?"

♪ Sha-la-la-la-lee, yeah

♪ We went some place, I don't know Sha-la... ♪

I'm off to work now.

I've left you some ironing.

Did you hear?

Did you hear? CAR DOOR CLOSES

Caroline?

Caroline!

YES! What?! Not bad for a woman.

It'll be a pleasure taking your money.

I thought you weren't a gambler. This was never a gamble.

Where's the boss?

The BIG boss. Tied up, so the monkey's paying. I heard that!

Where are you going?

I'm leaving. What about letters? I've made arrangements.

What if I want to talk to you? You never want to talk to me.

I've a right to know... No, you haven't.

- Don't touch me! - Where are you going?

- To someone who cares about me. - Like your daddy(?) - He was decent.

He was a boring man. A dull and boring man.

He loved me. Oh(!) Don't flatter yourself!

He was going to leave you, go off with her.

I was chucking him out. He was a waste of space. Like father, like daughter.

Well, say something.

For God's sake, at least look at me!

..You'll be back.

Take care of yourself, eh?

Did you make the paella yourself? Of course. What d'you think?

It looks delicious. So...

let's eat.

You DO like paella? Yeah. Great.

Cheers. Cheers.

Sam.

Oh...

You and seafood. Oh, sorry.

Aw... I thought you'd have remembered. Give it here.

God!

I'll make you an omelette. I'm sorry.

HE sat in this room.

Just where you are.

Having a drink with me.

Having a joke.

Watching the footy.

And all the time...

he was screwing my wife.

Think they did it here?

My house.

My bed...

Hmm?

D'you think they did? I dunno, Mike.

Yeah, but what do you THINK?

Well... Did they, or didn't they?

It's possible. Did he screw her in MY bed?

Coffee? Yeah, please.

Thanks.

I HAVE missed you.

I haven't been anywhere.

Yes, you have.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

HE SNIFFS

Coming.

KNOCKING PERSISTS IMPATIENTLY OK. OK.

Caroline?

It's all going to be all right now.

Everything's going to be fine.

I'll get the corkscrew.

Sam?

What? What?

What's this about?

For God's sake!

I am not something that you can pick up when the mood takes you! This isn't about sex, Peter.

Well, what IS it about, then?

You are NOT going anywhere.

Peter! Sam.

Please.

It's about the Reverend Duffy.

I went to see him.

I knew he was involved in the deaths of Tate and Evans. When did you see him?

Just before Craig Tate... Beat him to death? Yes. I allowed him time to turn himself in.

I should've told you. So you've avoided me. You're a policeman.

You always put the job first. Look at you! You're judging ME.

And you're not judging me?

I knew you wouldn't understand. How CAN I when you won't TALK to me?!

What's the point?

You...bastard!

She never wanted a child.

She's told me often enough.

What she wanted was an abortion, only my dad talked her out of it.

She never forgave him for that.

Hated me from the moment I was born.

But HE loved me. HE cared.

Just like you do.

We'll be all right, won't we?

We'll look after each other.

I'll take care of you and you'll take care of me. Cheers. Take care of...?

I'll move in like we arranged. Only difference is you'll still be here.

I'll take the spare bedroom.

We'll be fine.

I've got your cases out in the car.

We'll have this glass of wine and then we'll bring them in.

We can make a start on the boxes tomorrow.

- There's no need. - I don't mind. I like helping.

- Many hands make light... - I'm not staying. - You've got to stay. You're joking?

When the police permit it, I go to Canada. There's nothing for me here. There's me.

- I thought you cared for me. - I do. - You can't leave me.

- Caroline! - You mustn't leave me. - I've got to make a new start.

Then, take me with you. ..Why not?

You were going to take Helen. That was different. I'll make myself useful.

You won't regret it.

We'll be happy together.

Only don't leave me. Please.

I've GOT to go! I don't believe you.

I'm going!

^ Go! Go! Go! Go!

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT CONTINUE

Super's missing a good night. He'll be having his bit of fun.

WHYTE!

Hello?

Yes, go through.

Thanks.

Morning, Doc. That's great.

Sam.

Peter.

Martin? If you'd like to come through?

Alan Whyte, 43 years old. Reported at 22.50. Pronounced life extinct, 23.36.

Was he a known criminal? Why? The eyes. A punishment for something he shouldn't have seen?

Drugs? Wrong track. Remember the woman we found yesterday?

Helen Matthews? Mm-hm. He was the boyfriend and the bloke outside was the husband.

..Right.

Best get on with it.

The body is that of a man in his early to mid-forties.

He's lying on his back.

Stab wounds to the chest... and to both eyes.

He's of slim build and well-nourished.

The hair is...

The hair is brown and is worn cut short.

Well, THAT didn't last long.

I saw your car outside, and I thought, "Oh, he must've chucked her out already.

"This bloke who's supposed to be looking after her like Daddy(!)"

Was he all up here? Another of your games? He's real.

- OK, so what's his name? - I'm not telling you. - Mr Nobody(!)

- He's real. - Don't make me laugh.

I'll do the PM first thing in the morning. Yeah, mind...

BROKEN GLASS CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT

'Night, then. Yeah...good night.

HE SIGHS

TV ON 'In this hi-tech era...'

Do YOU mind(?)

It's not there.

Where, then?

Where?

Where's my photograph?

Um...I threw it away.

You did what...? Well, I didn't want it.

You'll find it outside in a dustbin.

Stupid!

PHONE IS RINGING I'll get it.

Hello, Trevor Stewart. ..Wyn!

- Is Sam there? - She's a bit tied up. Can I help?

I'd say this one killed him,

though I'll know more when I open him up. Photograph, please.

And the eyes? They were done when he was dead or, at least, immobile. How can you be sure?

It's hard to stab someone there when they're struggling. How d'you know there was a struggle?

Extensive cuts to the arms...

..and hands,

and bruising beginning to show here.

I'd say the murderer was trying to hold him tightly. Like this.

Found the murder weapon yet? N-No. Any thoughts?

It's a fairly broad blade.

Sharp. Pointed.

Can I get on with my work now, please?

You made a real mess of his eyes! Why was that? I didn't DO it!

I can understand you being angry.

He was having an affair with your wife. He'd have seen her naked.

- Did you intend to kill him? - I didn't kill him!

- Why were you there? - I'd been drinking. I just wanted... - Yes?

- I dunno. To give him a bollocking. - And things got out of hand?

Why don't you listen? He was dead when I got there. I - didn't - kill - Alan.

Stab wound goes straight through to the left ventricle. I see.

That's what killed him. There was some strength behind it.

Or passion.

..Yes. Possibly.

The wounds to the eyes are very superficial.

They weren't about killing. They were about something else.

Mr Matthews? As nice as pie, mostly.

- Mostly? - There's another side. If someone's slacking or there's been a complaint.

Don't they say the quiet ones are the most dangerous? Thanks.

SHE'S gonna take it hard.

She loved Alan.

..Not like that. As a friend.

A sort of father figure.

Her dad died when she was only 18.

She was forever asking Alan what he thought about things. What sort of things?

Football, what she was wearing. He never lost his patience. He was a really kind man.

- I can't believe he's gone. - I'll take that.

HUM OF PLANE ENGINE

Coffee?

Thanks.

- I believe you and Mr Whyte were good friends. - Where is he now?

- He's at the mortuary. - Why?

- In cases of violent death, there has to be a postmortem. - They'll cut him open?

Dr Ryan, the pathologist, she's very respectful.

- Can I move into his house? - ..I'm sorry?

Alan's house. I...was supposed to be looking after it while he was in Canada.

- But he's not IN Canada. - I-I know...but...

- And it's sealed off at the moment. - ..Why? - While we make our investigations.

- You mean...I...I can't move in? - Not until we finish with it.

I've GOT to move in there.

I've got nowhere else to go.

Are you trying to tell me the two cases are unrelated?

There's no medical evidence... Matthew's wife, then her lover. There's gotta be SOME link!

I can only go on what I see! You may be looking in the wrong place! Meaning?

Take another look at Helen Matthews. Yes? There may be something you've overlooked.

I did thorough postmortems on them. All I found were tiny amounts of metallic fibres. Take another look.

Is that an official request? It is.

There's a definite chill in here.

Open your eyes, Mr Matthews. My client's tired.

Your wife and her lover planned to elope to Canada. Both are murdered, you know nothing(?)

- I must insist... - You've no firm alibi for either killing.

- This is outrageous! - Start talking!

How are you getting on? Oh, OK.

Have we got enough to charge him? He's stewing in the cells. We'll check his movements.

I almost feel sorry for him. How's that? Having you on his case. I'll take that as a compliment. Afternoon.

CAROLINE: I want to speak to Dr Ryan. She's busy.

I've got to see her! If you tell me the nature of your enquiry I'll make an appointment.

You don't understand, do you?

I've GOT to see Dr Ryan!

Thanks, Fred, I can manage.

Hello-o. I'm Dr Ryan.

You'd better come into the office.

Evidence points to the husband. He's not admitting guilt, so we need to make the case.

They're completely different MOs.

But the man's hardly an experienced serial killer, with an established way of going about things.

He's a jealous husband, acting on impulse. Sir. I've asked Dr Ryan to examine forensic links between them.

I want you knocking on every door, I want every witness followed up. ..PC Fawell?

It might be nothing, Chief... Yup?

What? It can wait. Sorry, sir.

Right. ..As I was saying...

Did it hurt...when he died?

I can't be sure. I can't bear the thought of him...suffering, or...being in pain.

As far as I can tell, he died relatively quickly. How quickly?

I can't be more specific, but...any pain wouldn't have lasted that long.

..Can I see him?

No, I'm afraid not.

Not even to say goodbye? Perhaps when he goes to the undertaker's.

When's that? Hard to say. Just to see him? The mortuary's not equipped for public viewing of bodies.

Please!

Fred!

What harm could it do? It's not possible.

Now, I'm sorry, but I must get back to my work. Fred, would you like to show, um...Caroline the way out?

Sure.

Is this where you store the bodies?

If you follow the corridor to the end. In there?

Go to the swing doors and you'll be back in the main corridor. Funny job, isn't it, what you do?

KNOCKING Yeah? Sir.

Just thought you should take a look at this, sir. What? Crime 33/89. 33/89 means nothing to me.

A certain William Baxter, sir. Stabbed. Yes? What about him?

That's probably not the best angle. This one's better.

This can't be a coincidence. The MO's too unusual.

Good work, Fawell.

'..Leave us a message and one of us will get back to you when we can.'

BEEPING 'It's Peter. Something's come up which I think could be relevant.'

I don't want to... disturb you at home,

so, um...

yeah, I'll catch you tomorrow.

Thanks.

De-dah! What d'you think?

Very nice. I bought it today. Suits you.

Don't ask what it cost. OK. 70 quid! What?! I wanted to celebrate.

Celebrate what? The job!

What job? The one I got offered today.

Did Trevor not say? The interview in the solicitor's office.

Remember? Wyn, this is fantastic! Well, it's just clerical work.

It's brilliant! Congratulations! I asked Trevor to give you the message. It calls for a celebration!

We're going out. I'll stand you a meal. ..I'm going out already. With Trevor.

..Oh, right.

Come with us. ..You sure you want ME there?

Sam, I WANT you to come. It's a big thing for me.

I... I want you to share it with me.

OK. I'd love to.

TREVOR: Cheers.

Not for me. You've only had ONE!

A toast. To Wyn's future.

Cheers. I feel like a kid. I've got so many plans.

Like, I've done the job-hunting. Next flat-hunting. There's no need.

Man-hunting? You'd better believe it!

Oh, dear. Ah, pudding!

I don't think I'll be able to manage pudding. I'm going to have something very rich, very sticky.

Best leave you to it, then.

SHE MAKES AEROPLANE NOISES

IMAGINES ENGINE RUNNING

WOMAN'S VOICE ON AIRPORT TANNOY

WOMAN SOLOIST ON CLASSICAL PIECE

DOOR CLOSES

LAUGHTER

WYN LAUGHS

Shall I make you a coffee? I'd rather have what you've got. I'll put the kettle on.

Who did the PM? Um...

CB Maitland.

Charlie Maitland?

Just before he retired to the Algarve. Morning.

Morning. We were just talking about Charlie Maitland.

Is he dead? Last I heard, he had his handicap down to seven.

He did the PM on this guy. William Baxter.

Murdered June 1989.

Knife through the heart,

stabbed in both eyes.

We prosecuted the girlfriend, but the jury threw it out.

He was about to leave his wife and daughter for her. I wondered if there may be a link with Alan Whyte.

It could be the same man. Similar build, age, same mode of death...same mutilation.

What?

I can understand you wanting to link Matthews and Whyte because of the motive.

I sort of understand you wanting to link this chap and Whyte, but what I THINK you want

is for me to create a link between all three of them. No, explore. I don't like loose threads.

I'm a forensic pathologist. All I'm interested in is the truth.

HE FUMBLES WITH HIS FILES Trevor. Peter. Sam.

DOOR SLAMS

Peter!

I'm sorry. I went too far.

Mmm... Accepted.

Look, can we have dinner? Mm-hm.

This evening? ..Yeah, OK.

Will you pick me up after work?

Right.

- Caroline. I've been waiting for you. - I-I had to go to the bank.

- Have I done something wrong? - No. We've finished with the house. - So I can move in?

- We took carpet and some furniture, but, yeah, IF that's what you want. - Great... That's great. Thanks.

You're a...kind man.

So there's the sitting room, kitchen,

main bedroom, and then a corridor to the bathroom and spare bedroom.

OK, thanks. I walked in, looked around and thought, "This is home!"

It's got a garden. Well, a back yard, but there's room for a table, chairs...

So you'll be entertaining? Yes! Will you be able to afford it?

I'm used to living on a budget. You're gonna love it, Sam. Yeah, I'm sure I will.

How often have you seen injuries...

..like these? Come on! Once or twice, no more. And how long have you been a copper?

More years than I care to... Exactly.

There has GOT to be a connection.

There are too many similarities.

You're not saying anything. You think I'm wrong? No...

Can you speak to me, Rachel? I'm pretty sure Matthews killed his wife and her lover, but William Baxter...

He says he didn't know him, but he says he didn't kill Helen or Whyte. We've no link.

Peter! I'm TRYING to keep an open mind.

Same cause of death.

Similar weapon.

Same mutilation of the eyes.

What do YOU think, Fred?

Or could it just be coincidence?

I thought you didn't trust coincidence. Well, I don't, usually. But these are eight years apart.

Similar bruising on the arms as well.

Hang on.

Take a look at this, Fred.

D'you see? ..I think so.

The pressure must've been lighter. It's taken longer to come through.

I think we need a photograph of that, don't you?

Right.

Helen Matthews.

Lovely!

There you go.

Well, now we know what we're looking for, perhaps we'll get somewhere, eh?

Thanks, Fred.

Other side.

Yes.

There it is. Can you see it?

Congratulations.

A certain detective superintendent will be very pleased.

Fibres results. All three victims had identical metal particles adhering to their clothes.

Our suspect works in an aircraft workshop. Aluminium?

Very possibly. The labs will be able to tell us for sure.

One other thing. This suspect of yours...

Yes? How many fingers does he have on his left hand?

Great, thank you.

Mr Matthews... I didn't do it.

I'm Detective Superintendent Ross. I STILL didn't do it!

If I may, I would like to take a look at your hands. What?

If you wouldn't mind.

Yep, and turn...

I won't be charging this gentleman.

You're free to go, and I'd like to apologise for the distress I know we must've caused you. Thank you.

The upshot is we had to let Matthews go. You look worried, Fawell.

Why did the pathologist miss the bruising first time round? It develops at different rates.

So what about William Baxter? Funnily enough, his pathologist DID miss a bruise.

They aren't completely infallible. Still, makes our job easier, though.

Can't be too many blokes with six fingers on their hands out there.

LEFT hand. RACHEL: Yes, it's on the left hand.

And it's NOT a bloke.

- Not necessarily...no. - That man, what was his surname?

Baxter. William Baxter. Any kids? A daughter. 18 at the time.

So she'd be 25 now.

HUMMING

'This is the final call for...'

Don't worry.

They haven't forgotten you.

She's not back. Moving into Alan's place. I've got the phone number.

No, no, it's not important. Thanks.

Was it my imagination, or has she got an extra finger? You noticed it? She'll hate you.

Why? She gets so embarrassed.

It's hardly there, but not to her.

Are you sure it's OK for me to knock off now? Go ahead. Enjoy yourself.

I'm going to the dentist. Anything to skive off(!)

I'll lock up when I leave. OK, thanks. Goodnight. 'Night!

You two go round the back.

Barry, you go with them. Clive, you're with me. Keep it quiet, eh?

Hello! Caroline!

It's Detective Sergeant Speed. D'you remember me?

Can you let us in? We'd like a word with you.

Break the glass.

Check that way.

Caroline!

No-one there. OK, try upstairs.

Weird, or what?

DOOR CLOSES

Got your tape measure? Of course.

Are you celebrating? Yes.

What? Your new home.

You got this for ME? For us. When we finish measuring up.

But it's REAL champagne!

I TOLD them! I said I wanted the cheapest sparkling wine they had(!)

Liar!

PHONE RINGS D'you wanna get that? Let it go on the machine.

So...thanks, Trevor. We aim to please.

'Wyn, it's me. If you're there, can you pick up the phone?

'..I've been thinking about this flat of yours.

'Do you think it might be better to... Well, to wait and find...'

Well, there's no point in rushing into anything, is there?

I'm gonna miss you.

Think about it, will you?

Bye. Bye...

No sign of her. Her car's not here.

It's a blue Fiat Uno.

I've got PC Fawell waiting at her mother's.

OK, sir. I'll keep in touch. Bye.

What now? Wait for her, I suppose.

I want to see Alan. I told you before, it isn't possible. I want to see him.

How did you get in here? I want you to take me...to see Alan.

I don't think so.

All I want...is to see Alan.

Then put the knife down.

If you put it down, we can talk. I don't want to talk.

Caroline, there are regulations. I'm not allowed to...

Please STOP talking!!

You're trying to stop me seeing him. OK.

Yeah, OK. I'll take you to see him.

Your poor eyes!

What have you done with his eyes?!

I had to examine them.

It's all right. I'M going to look after you now.

Just like you used to look after me.

D'you know what he did for my birthday last year? He flew me to France, just for a picnic.

Said he did it for the pleasure of seeing me smile. Says I have a beautiful smile.

He NEEDS his eyes...

Why did you do it, Caroline?

I was so angry.

Why were you angry?

He was...

going away, just...just like my dad.

I couldn't let him leave me and not come back. He might've come back.

If he hadn't been going with Helen, he would've done. Is that why you killed her?

I didn't WANT to.

..I need a trolley.

Why?

Um... I need him at home. I...can't be on my own.

Won't be long now.

He's cold! Yes.

Freezing!

He needs some clothes. He doesn't need clothes, Caroline. He's dead.

Have you got something he could borrow? Would a blanket do?

All right.

NO!!!

He doesn't want to go back in there.

That's what's making him cold.

He likes it outside with us.

OK, yep, I'll have four of those.

SOFTLY: He looks peaceful, doesn't he?

Yes.

I've never seen him asleep before.

But he's NOT asleep, Caroline.

You KNOW he's not asleep.

He COULD be.

But he's not.

He's dead.

Alan, who cared for you,

the man who took you to France for your birthday.

He's gone.

That's not him.

That's just a shell.

And he's not coming back.

No.

Even if I take him back home?

No.

I won't forget you.

I'm stupid

and deformed and I'm ugly.

That's why they left.

My dad and Alan.

She once said, my mum,

that if I'd been a dog, she'd have drowned me at birth.

I wish she had.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Best thing for everybody.

Look at me.

Please, look at me.

I can't.

Please?

Caroline?

In my eyes.

It's the only way you'll know I'm telling you the truth.

Caroline.

Look me in the eyes.

You can trust me.

Hello, Caroline.

My name's Peter Ross. I'm a friend of Dr Ryan's. I'm a policemen.

I'd like to talk to you, if I may.

I think I can help you.

Will you let me?

Will you take care of me?

I'll do my best.

VOICES ON POLICE RADIO

Why didn't she damage Helen Matthews' eyes?

She'd never trusted her. Not like she trusted Alan and her father.

She could've killed you. I know.

Are you all right to drive yourself home? ..Yeah. OK.

I'll ring you as soon as I'm through at the station.

I'm sorry I walked out on you the other night.

You should've said before.

Andrew Duffy was a good man.

He helped people make a choice.

I had to allow him his dignity.

I wasn't sure that you'd understand.

It won't be easy. I AM a policeman, and I've got to deal with this now.

I'll come round after. We'll work this out, cos I love you.

CAR MOVES OFF

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Subtitles by Valerie Maguire BBC - 1997