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We all know the stats.

If a murder doesn't get
cracked in the first

week, it's probably
not going to happen.

Unsolved crime. Cold cases.

The Mets got more than its share.

Which is where we come in.

We go back through the evidence,
the statements,

every last detail
from the first investigation.

But we've got new weapons,

new forensic expertise,
psychological profiling.

We sift through every layer,
we dig into the past,

we excavate, reconstruct,
find whats never been found.

There's no such thing
as an unsolved crime, not any more.

Not if we get it right. Grace!

It's my fault.
Spencer thought I was gonna call you.

Gone are the days when the profiler sees
the files weeks after everybody else,

tells the police to pick up a psycho
with a thing about prostitutes.

Thats why I asked for you.
I'll sort you out a jacket and wellies.

OK. Five years ago,
schoolgirl Alice Miller, aged 16,

spent Friday evening
with a school friend.

She set out for home
but never got there.

The next day,
her kidnapper contacted the police.

- How?
- He left a note at a police station.

He demanded money
- five grand -

and said he'd call to
fix up the exchange.

Three days later, he rang,

but something spooked
him and he hung up.

The case went cold.

Three weeks later,
Alice's body was found here on this dump,

naked, handcuffed, raped
and wrapped in roofing felt.

He's still out there somewhere.

He thinks he got away with it.

- Cold cases?
- Thousands of them.

And we get to live right over the shop.

We need every notebook,
every scrap of evidence.

Dig right back. All the usual.

This is yours, Grace.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

CD of the post-mortem and photos.

And a cup of coffee!

Thank you, Mel. Get a copy
of that abduction letter for Grace.

Every lead, every clue, every contact
was followed up. Every single one.

This was my case. The trail went cold,
the press wanted someone to blame...

- And found you.
- Exactly.

All right!

- Id lodge a complaint
if I were you, Boyd!

- Makes you look almost middle-aged!

Alice's home in Digbeth Street.

She went to see her
friend Kelly Warner in

St Anne's Avenue by
tube, arriving at 6.00.

They left for the pub at about nine.

Alice had her hair coloured

by Kelly that evening.
Mel, would you mind?

Family photos show
her as blonde, but she

looked like this. That
is the photo we issued.

She left the pub, The Kestrel, by ten.

Her friend went on to a party
but Alice decided to go home.

- No mention of a boyfriend?
- Never had one.

And, by all accounts,
she wasn't a girl to take risks.

Start sifting through these.

There's more upstairs.
One more box to come.

We found semen in the body last time,
but we couldn't get his DNA from it.

The decomposition was so bad,
we couldn't get hers either.

Is it worth trying again?

- DNA testing is more
sensitive nowadays.

Five years ago, it was like
the Dark Ages.

Amazing we ever managed
to solve anything!

"BABY
ONE MORE TIME" BY BRITNEY SPEARS)

- Was she buried?
- Not as such.

Just loose stuff piled on top. See here?

- Kids were messing about and saw...
- Right, OK.

- Looks longer than three weeks.
- She was hidden under a vinyl sofa.

- It acted like an incubator.
- This stuff ferments.

- It kicks out heat like warming a pie.
- Thank you!

You don't know where he killed her?

- Wherever it was, he
kept her there for days.

Hardly any traces of
blood on the roofing

felt, so he wrapped
her in it to move her.

So?

It's important. Very specific MO.

It's an important part
of the killer's signature.

He got off on hiding
the body. Every day

you searched for her
was a victory for him.

Then when you didn't find him either,
well, he'd have really enjoyed that.

Taxi?

Poor kid!

The post-mortem barely
mentions the skull.

If we had more details
about the fractures,

wed know how many
blows and what weapon.

PM disc and photos
missing from the archives.

Give me the reference number.
Ill talk to the pathologist. Thanks.

We have found some fibres in the roofing
felt. Were pretty sure it's carpet.

- It's a cheap synthetic with a fleck.
- So she was probably killed inside?

These arent police-issue.

Well, sex shops sell
them. May be important

to him, part of his sexual routine.

We looked for previous form -
flasher, peeping Tom - anything sexual.

Bondage isn't necessarily
a sexual perversion, Boyd.

May have been part of
a consensual routine

with his partner until that evening.

Anyway, the abduction scam would suggest
he didn't originally intend to kill her.

I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say.

If you're just out to murder someone,
you shoot them.

Anything else starts to tell you
about the personality of the killer.

The killing was impulsive, but he
definitely planned on abducting a girl.

- In his late 20s, maybe a bit older.
- Intelligent?

He can focus obsessively on a plan,
which isn't quite the same thing.

But if he enjoyed it...
You are saying he enjoyed it?

- Oh, yeah.
- So he could do it all over again.

Cant you just come out
and I'll pay you later?

Great! Thanks for nothing.

- Try charming them a bit!
- I havent paid my subscription.

Boyd! This was sent
to the Raymond Road nick,

to the officer in charge of
the Jodie Whitemore investigation.

- Jodie Who?
- He's abducted another girl.

We've compared this letter to the one
at the time of Alice Miller's abduction.

We've got similarities on
26 different points.

- Both delivered by hand.
- Any prints?

The letter was photocopied
and the envelope

was self-adhesive, so
I doubt there are any.

He's been quiet for five years.
Where's he been?

Check Prison Index - anyone
who's done time since Alice's murder.

He's probably been
inside more than once,

not necessarily sexual.
Maybe minor crimes.

Shoplifting, burglary,
probably involving violence.

Get it started, Spence.
I'm going to see Mavers.

- Is that a good idea?
- I have to run this abduction.

If officers arent usually allowed
to return to cases, why are you?

- Not now, Grace.
- You think you've woken him up.

Not now.

- The cases are linked.
- DCI Connor is investigating the case.

- You'll work with him.
- I should run both cases.

You share leads and resources.

- He murdered Alice.
He's got another girl.

- DCI Connor will keep you informed.
- Sir, with all due respect,

It's not the time for politics and

protocol.

Boyd, the Cold Case Squad
is a one-year pilot.

You need results, not complications.

Your brief is to
investigate unsolved cases.

Where they have a
bearing on current crime,

you cooperate.

Any sign of Jodie Whitemore, call me.
Let me know when you're in position.

- Yes?
- Our mans written to Connor.

He's given him an address where he held
Alice hostage, off Aldgate Street.

Tell Connor to wait
and get down there now.

Here we go!

Armed police! Show yourself!

Clear!

Pop in the back, will you?

Jodie's got a mobile
but hasn't told her mum.

We cant risk ringing
her. If she's hidden

it, it might blow her
chances of using it.

Get onto the phone company. If anybody's
used that mobile, I want to know.

- We need your men out
of the vicinity, sir.

When I'm ready, Sergeant.

This house might be the scene
of Alice Millers murder.

My priority is the safety
of Jodie Whitemore.

Shes obviously not here.
So now it's our turn, sir.

Were meant to be working together.

- Trying to get it
right this time, Boyd.

Boyd, I cant get any results from

the semen sample. The
cells are knackered.

It's due for demolition.
Five years ago, this was a squat.

This is where he killed her, isn't it?

No one saw us, no one can hear you
and you'll never be found.

You've already seen me.

Remember?

Can someone knock those
lights down a bit?

- Make sure they
fingerprint every piece.

Yep.

Bloody Connor and the cavalry!

What?

This carpet looks like
it matches the fibres

in the roofing felt.

This is probably the room.

- Mel?
- Yep.

So where's the blood?

- There's probably
still minute traces here.

Mel, pass me that fibre-optic lamp.

Cheers.

- This just isn't adding up.
- No blood?

If he killed her here, there must be.

Maybe she was dead
before he brought her here.

Uh-uh.

I don't think so.

Dead bodies don't splash.

Not like that, anyway.

- Whats going on?
- I was gonna call you.

The playgroup said
you hadn't even arrived.

You weren't answering your mobile.

- Then I find he's here.
- Jan, I'm sorry. I was gonna call you.

Anything could happen.
There was a bloody SWAT team!

That was a precaution.

- You didn't think.
You just took the call.

DCI Boyd had to be there first
and sod the rest of us!

- That is not true!
- He's two, Peter, and you left him here.

- He was all right.
- He's been here hours!

He was well looked after,
werent you, baby?

Look, Jan,

you and little Matt
are all that matter to me.

Us and all this.

You don't have to bullshit me, remember?

This is where he killed her, Jan.

- Oh! How did you find it?
- I didn't.

He decided it was time to tell me.

Peter...

He's starting the whole thing over again.

So you're going to stop him.

If you don't believe that,
hand this case over right now.

I am going to stop him.

I don't suppose you'll
be back for supper?

Here, drink it.

Drink!

What do you want? Cheese? Ham?

Ham.

The first blow made the wound itself.

The scalp bleeds profusely,

so the second blow
caused this splashing.

There's cast-off blood
flicked off the weapon there.

He's tried to wash it all down

but on the edge you can see
the two separate areas.

He must have hit her
with something quite bulky.

- After he raped her.
- Sir?

Downstairs.

Please... Please, I need that.

First you're going to talk to Mummy.

OK, go ahead.

He probably burnt it to get rid of
bloodstains before dumping it down here.

- He was obviously looking after her.
- But not as long as he'd planned.

Boyd!

This could be your murder weapon.

- Mel?
- Yeah.

She wouldn't have sex
with him, so he rapes

her. Decides to keep
her up in his room.

Starts the abduction scam.

But shes getting difficult.
She won't shut up.

- It isn't gonna work, so... he hits her.
- You're saying this was impulsive?

Mmm.

So whys he doing it all again?

Please...

Can we talk?

Wait! Don't leave me here.

I'm trying to trace anyone who
lived in the squat.

He probably lived, worked or socialised
round there.

Rapes usually occur
within a two-mile radius

of the perpetrators home territory.

Do you think he might have Jodie
where he's living now?

No.

No, Alice was an opportunist pickup
late at night.

Jodie's abduction seems
much more carefully planned.

He's reliving it.

Reminding us.

He's probably been
cooking up this fantasy

ever since the last time.

And, well...

...now that It's happened again,
he's feeling invincible.

Take the A40, drive eight miles
and take the White City exit.

Hang on. There are two, arent there?

That was five years ago.

What do you think scared him
off with Alice?

Your officer questioning his directions?

I don't know, Grace.
He didn't phone back to discuss it.

OK, take the A40. Drive eight miles,
then take the White City exit.

Hang on. There are two, arent there?

Clive, I need your help.

No, look, look, look.

The blood patterns not right
for just a head wound. See?

- Here and here.
- Tomorrow. I need time, OK?

It wont take long, I promise!

Junk food and ambition kills, Frankie.
Trust me, I've seen some arteries.

Nah!

Alice Millers post-mortem photos.

The pathologist retired to Oz.
He filed them under the wrong year!

It took me hours to track them down.

You must have replayed that tape
over and over again in your head.

You're the one with all the theories.

A nagging worry
that you might have missed something.

He made you wait to get her,
told you what to do.

The time, the place, the ritual.
You tried to get everything right.

I messed up, Grace. All right?

I sent a male officer as a courier.

He said a WPC. It was in his letter
and you didn't spot it either.

I've had to live with
that for five years.

So don't you start on me.

It's me. Jodie.

Please, do what he says.

Please...

do exactly what he says.

Listen,
the papers have got it wrong.

Alice didn't suffer. It was her fault.

I did hit her but that
wasn't how she died.

She was asleep and I stabbed her
through the heart. No pain.

Let the papers know, Boyd.

Do you hear?
Put the bloody record straight.

He's talking as if Alice's death
was a minor detail.

He wants you and the world
to think well of him.

This request is important, Boyd.
It cant be ignored.

- He wants to show he's in control.
- Monitor all my phones, including home.

We can verify his
claims if we see Alice's

ribcage and spine
and get a DNA profile.

- Exhumation?
- Yeah.

OK! Stop, guys, stop.
Listen, I'm not happy.

The grounds waterlogged,

the coffin's knackered.
It'll fall apart!

Well transfer the bones and get out.

Were looking for knife marks. I don't
want her shuffled like a pack of cards.

- What do you suggest?
- I take them out one by one.

- Archaeology versus the big digger.
- No way!

- Well be here till dawn!
- As long as it takes.

- You know Alice's
father's just arrived?

- God, Spence, what
did you let him in for?

He insisted!
I could hardly tell him to piss off!

We've got two press here already. Soon

they'll all arrive.
We have to move fast!

We cant risk compromising the evidence!

- Chipped bones are
going to stay chipped.

OK, OK.

Lets get her back to the mortuary.

Great! Thanks a lot, Spencer!

Now well do it my way, shall we?

Shit!

- Did you see a gold
locket round her neck?

Bagged it.

- I need to show it to her dad.
- You cant do that.

- It's only got a photo in it, Frankie!
- Hess upset. Anything could happen.

It's all he's got left!

The lockets evidence.
There could be hair in it.

You've just dug up his daughter!

- In case you've forgotten!
- I'll take responsibility.

- Like you did before?
- This is not...

If your pathologist
had done his job properly,

Alice's dad wouldn't be
going through this now!

Well discuss this later.

Shit!

Mr Miller?

Metal?

From the torch casing.

There. Two blows.

You can trace the radiating fractures.

They think they know it all!

But they needed me to put them right.

You contacted the police?

Every last detail.

Will it?

Will it be soon?

This was you?

Her third thoracic rib has a clean
nick out of it consistent with a knife.

And so does the corresponding rib
near the vertebrae.

Right.

Look.

A distinct notch.

Made by a long, thin blade.

- Used with some force.
- It would have pierced the heart?

Shed have died within minutes.

So not an accident.
He was carrying a knife.

And felt fully justified
in executing her

when he ran out of options.

Why the hell doesn't he tell us
what he wants in exchange for Jodie?

He wants you to put the record straight.

Issue a press release.
It's his first condition.

They're going to listen now.

Please... don't leave me
here in the dark.

When you shut that door,
It's like I can't breathe.

I know.

Wait!

Did someone do this to you?

Nothing!

I had to play it safe.

Right.

So now we go back to every witness.

"RISE" BY GABRIELLE)

Kelly...

Someone from the police to see you.

I wanted to ask you a few questions
about the murder of Alice Miller.

I told Boyd everything I knew years ago.

You were Alice's best mate,
weren't you, Kelly?

Look, she was a loner. She didn't fit in.

Her mum was alive but they didn't get on.
I took pity on her.

Did she have a boyfriend?

Are you kidding?

I told Boyd she was shy.
She didn't go out at all.

- Was she with you all that evening?
- Until ten.

I was invited to a party.
She didn't want to come. She went home.

- Did you go with her
to the tube or bus?

She wasn't a kid!

Shed done it loads of times.
She could look after herself.

Hows it going?

- Alice's bones
degenerated in the grave.

We hoped to find some bone marrow in

one of her femurs but
it doesn't look good,

so I've asked the labs to grind down
more samples. Boyd, about what I said...

- Boyd!
- You said it and It's done.

This arrived, addressed
to you. He's ordered

what he wants down
to the last banknote.

He's placing an ad in
the late edition of

the "Standard", telling
us where and when.

The fax was addressed to me. Thats

what he does. Taunting
us is part of his MO.

He also wrote to Connor.

- To cause confusion
at the murder scene.

- I want to do a TV
appeal for information.

The media cant get enough of it.

If it goes wrong again,
let Connor take the rap.

If we lose Jodie, we lose him
and any hope of solving Alice's murder.

You cannot separate them!

If you blow this, Boyd,
there'll be a full-scale inquiry.

- They'll hang you out to dry.
- I know.

- Yes?
- Forget this TV appeal, Boyd.

Is there nowhere I can escape from you?

He said no publicity.
He's a control freak.

He has to make the next move.

I'm surrounded by people who know
about Jodie, who may have seen him.

He has to be warned.

He might kill Jodie to show you
you cant play this card.

We have to take the initiative, Grace.

We are investigating
the disappearance of Jodie Whitemore.

She was last seen on Monday,
on her way to a music lesson.

She never arrived at her destination
and hasnt been seen since.

We believe that her
disappearance may be

connected with the
murder of Alice Miller.

Please...

if you've got my daughter,

contact the police now.

Um...

Jodie was wearing her school uniform
and carrying her flute case.

She was on her way
to a music lesson, but...

Poor sod.

Just what the police wanted.

Don't say that.

They want her to break down, Kel.
Thats how it works.

They want people to feel sorry for her.

Shes our only child.

Jodie never made it
to her music lesson,

which was in her lunch
break from school.

That copper made me go
through it all again.

Poor Alice!

- I havent even got a photo of her.
- Hey, I'll get you one.

Yeah? Frame it up for you.

Id forgotten, you know...

...what he did to her.

If you've seen anything, or seen her,

please contact the police.
We just want our daughter back safely.

- He's someone's husband, someone's son.
- Tissue.

Have you noticed anyone
behaving differently,

noticed anything that might help us
in our search for Jodie?

Please,
if you've got my daughter, contact...

You scripted the whole bloody thing,
didn't you, Boyd?

Wait. Whats your name?

The appeals working.
A girl rang in saying

Jodie had a part-time
job in a supermarket.

- Not now, Grace.
- She didn't know where.

- Jodie didn't want her mum to find out.
- It'll be between her school and home.

Ring every supermarket in the area.
You should have got her name!

- That was the "Standard".
He's placed the ad.

Right. We're on!

The courier has to catch a boat
from here to the Eye,

then walk to the Royal Festival Hall
for exactly 4.30. She must not be early.

Mel will be radio-miked.
Cars will keep

one channel secure in
case he has a scanner.

What about the bag?

- 15 grand as specified
and it'll be tagged.

- Right.
- Lets go, Mel.

Ill start briefing you.

- I'm not getting
anything from the bones.

I don't believe it!

- Getting DNA depends
on a lot of things!

So maybe forensics
isn't everything! Maybe

respect for people's
feelings matters more!

- This stops now.
- That wasn't a pile of bones!

It was a girl who went out
and never came home!

- How dare you?
- You've got a great CV, Doctor!

- Pity you don't do people!
- Wait for me outside.

Move!

- I will not be spoken to like that.
- Hell apologise.

I played it by the book.

- You played it like a tight
- arsed prick.

If you're on the receiving end
of a parent's grief,

playing it by the book means sod all.

- That was really unprofessional.
- She alienates everyone she works with.

Shes tough. She crossed you
and you can't forgive her.

She slagged you off!

What she said was fairly accurate.

When you make a mistake,
you have to come to terms with it.

Shes one of the best at her job,
but lacks experience. Ease up on her.

And if anyone messes up, I bollock em.

PC Silverman. WX101.

- How many coppers
are listening to this?

None, honestly.

Bollocks! You must be wired,
I've got an echo.

- Were doing this exactly as you wanted.
- Get that wire off now!

All right, OK. It's just in this box.

I can go to another
box. That'll only be...

No, no, no. Mel, you've lost him.

- You were answering
back, not listening.

I could hardly admit it, could I?

Keep it simple, Mel.
You've got to be totally convincing.

Sincere, calm. He's got to trust you.

OK?

Lets start again.

DC S... PC Silverman.

Don't underestimate him, Mel.

If theres a way to
throw you off balance,

he'll find it.

Yeah?

Thought her parents would get to me,
did you, Boyd?

You've won, OK?

The moneys yours.
Just let me have Jodie back.

If I get one sign
you're following that courier,

the girls finished.

You really pissed him off,

letting Jodie's parents
speak to the public.

Alice happened by accident in his head.
He cant feel quite so good about Jodie.

- So maybe he wont kill her.
- He is agitated.

He's not the cool, calm planner any more.
Hess getting tired, stressed.

Well be careful.

- You should have
listened the first time.

Everyone's got a raw nerve. Touch it
and they start behaving unpredictably.

Even you.

Connors rattled you,

the Super's on your
back, even your team...

My team are fine.

- You would say that.
It's getting to you.

Not at all.

- And no more than your
own fears and doubts

that he could do it to you again.

Why did you reopen this case?

- Was it for the
murdered girl or for you?

Thats enough!

OK. Thats how he feels.

You've made him dangerous, Boyd.

So start listening to me!

- Thanks.
- How are you feeling?

Like I worked really hard
to get out of this uniform!

Good luck.

Everything working?

Were right with you.

- Were all in position, sir.
- They're all in position.

And Mel's on her own.

What are you doing, Mel?
Go to the phone.

The phone, Mell

PC Silverman. WX101.

- You're late.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I've got your money.
- Take the tube to Epping.

- Go to the station phone box.
- Right.

- Right?
- I'm going to give you a number to ring.

OK.

Go ahead. I'm ready. I'll write it down.

Hello?

Hello?

Shit!

- What happened?
- I don't know. He just hung up.

- You must have said something.
- No! You heard me!

Spence, get to Epping. Check it out.
He's gonna kill her, isn't he?