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'Happy birthday, Gemma!'

Happy birthday to you!

Gemma!

Hey, I thought you'd given up.
Yeah, when I'm 30.

Oh, this your last one, then?
This I have to see. No, you don't.

Hey! I'm still your sister.

I wish you
didn't pretend you trust me, Zoe.

You think I'm going to
score some crack in the car park?

Shaun!

Gemma!

Face the front!
Don't look at my face!

Have you got a pen? What?

Have you got a pen?

'Don't misunderstand me,
please, Gemma, I...'

If this isn't your unit's lifeblood,
I don't know what is!

I can't start a case without
any expectation of getting a result.

Bullshit! You're just fobbing me off!

Danielle Hunt. This picture was
taken late 1999, about a year
before she went on the game.

Christmas 2000, she was touting for
business behind Euston when someone

jumped out of a car and bludgeoned
her to death with a hammer.

The original investigation,
and I use the term loosely,
they drew a blank.

Well, presumably, she had her pimp?

Solid alibi.
He was detained at Her Majesty's
Pleasure for driving offences.

Now Danielle's ex-pimp, who has
convictions for GBH, is definitely
in my crosshairs... No, no, no.

Whoa, there, Spence. Just put that
case aside for a while, will you?

I've got a new case,
well, a new old case. What?

The Gemma Morrison case.

Oh, my God! Have you got a new lead?

Hello, Kat.

Hi. I'm not late, am I?

No, no. You take a seat.
We'll do the rest later.

Gemma Morrison, right?
Gemma Morrison.

October 14th 1997, aged 18, she was
found beside St Helen's Bridge.

Shaun!

Where? Tunbridge Wells.

And Adrian and Diane Hughes,
they picked her up in a car.

Yeah, they hadn't got a mobile,
so they took her to the hospital.

This is the medical report on Gemma.
You've assessed this case before?

Yeah, we have. No, I haven't.
We've assessed it a couple of
times, but never reopened it.

So?

So, would you put these
photographs up on the board, and
take this Danielle Hunt stuff off?

What? Just give me a few days.
What, what...? Spencer, a week.

What do you mean, a week?
OK, a few weeks!

I promise we'll go back to this case
when we've finished with this one.
Bruising and lacerations

to the temple and the scalp,
there's peri-orbital swelling
completely closed her right eye.

Fractures on the third,
fourth and fifth ribs on the right.

Also on the right,
the humerus, the skin overlying

the right hip with
underlying multiple fractures
of the pelvic bone.

It wasn't until this examination
that it became

absolutely clear what had happened
to Gemma Morrison.

Gemma and her ten-year-old brother
Shaun, right, were on their way back
from... Come on - Shaun,

Shaun, Shaun... ...were on their
way back from a local post office
when the tyre on their car burst.

TYRE SQUEALS

These two men stopped, ostensibly to
give them help. It's just an e-fit.

Yes, they're e-fits, but they
abducted both of them at knifepoint.

One of them was called Jason. The
younger accomplice here referred to

the older one, who was the driver,
as Jason at some point.

There's a suggestion they used
chloroform to subdue the victims.

It was never proved.
Yeah. Inconclusive.

The important thing is the two men
raped Gemma.

And then they threw
Shaun and Gemma off the bridge.

Gemma survived, but Shaun, and
here is the autopsy report, didn't.

Aged ten? And the men were never
caught which is why we're here?

Yeah, so do you have anything new?
No, no, no!

We don't. No? We have the DNA
from under Gemma's fingernails
which presumably came from...

Well, that's good. We've got a match.
No, there's still no match.

You haven't found a match?

You probably want to know why we are
reopening the case. Yes.

Yeah. Why are we?

Well...

OK, well. Last night,
after celebrating her 30th birthday,

Gemma tried to kill herself.

Solve the case, save the girl.

It's not a bad thing to do, is it?
What if all we do is get Gemma's
hopes up for nothing?

Yeah, it's going to be hard,
we've done that before and maybe

it's impossible, we've done that
before, but it's not our business
not to do our damnedest, is it?

This is what we live for, it's our
lifeblood, this is why we get up

in the morning, I mean, this case
is everything, isn't it?

Grace! Mm?

We've looked at this case
a dozen times, there are no leads.

You've got to talk to him.
But why have I got to talk to him?

You have his ear.
Since when? Come on, Grace.

Look, Boyd's back to his old self,
and do you know what, Spence?

Personally, I'm glad to see it.
Is he? I'm not so sure.

It's like that film where
the astronauts come back to

Earth and they're exactly
the same, but they're not.

And only their wives can tell.

He's lost his son, of
course he's changed. Exactly.

He couldn't save Luke so this is
the next best thing... it's therapy.

It's that identifying thing, that...

Projection? Projection. Exactly.

So you agree with me, yeah?

What is it, Spence?

Stella dying, you know, it's...

and now, this new girl, who is she?
He didn't even talk to us about her!

It's just brought everything
into focus, you know? Such as?

I'm not happy in this unit.
I haven't been for ages.

I've outgrown it.

Is there anything we can do
without an exact DNA match?

The DNA database has its
own self-checking algorithm
for matching similar DNA.

If a close relative of
the killer's was on the system,
we'd know about it. Not necessarily.

What do you mean? Correct me
if I'm wrong but "similar"
is not a scientific term, is it?

No, it's not. It's a subjective
term producing subjective

parameters for what constitutes
similar and what doesn't. Yeah.

What if we widen the parameters,
just a teensy-weensy little bit?

Just a little bit? Yeah.
OK, we get cousins... That's good.

we get second cousins... Good,
I've got something to work with!

We get possibly tens of thousands of
people not related to the killer
in any way.

It's like looking for all the
people in England called Boyd, Boyd.

Some of them are going to be related
to you but most of them aren't.

But if they live
in or around my home town
then the odds increase dramatically!

Yes, but we don't know
the killer's home town!

It's the forensic equivalent
of running into a forest blindfolded
with your hands behind your back,

naked!
I don't care. Widen the parameters!

We're going to be deluged. I want
big, fat, wide parameters. Yeah?

They want me to see some counsellor
and then I can go.

How are you feeling? Embarrassed.

Stupid. Not disappointed?

I am going to reopen the case.

Do you think I'll lose my driving
licence? I'm sure you will, yeah.

Do you care? Can't you pull
some strings? Oh, come on Gemma.

Is there some new evidence, then?

No, but there are new techniques.

When I came to see you two years
ago, you said there was no point.

No, I said there was no evidence.
When I came to see you six months
ago you said there was no point.

What's changed?
What do you think's changed? Huh?

I was drunk, all right?

So you don't want me to find them?

Oh, piss off!

I'm always asking myself...

Are they married?

Have they got girlfriends?

Have they got kids?

Did one of them just
walk past me in the street?

But what I think about most is how
often do they think of me and Shaun.

I was hoping one day that you'd
be able to ask them that question
yourself. Oh, "one day", you hope.

I will do my best. I will find them.

Should I be optimistic?

If I say no, are you going to
try and kill yourself again?

You're a prick, you know that?
Well, are you?

Look, my team, at the moment,
they're giving 95%, but if you

came in and talked to them,
told them yourself what happened,

I think I can get them
to pull the full 100.

My therapist will kick your arse.

Bet you wish you hadn't
replied to my first e-mail.

I didn't. I replied to your 147th.

Oh, stop exaggerating. It's true.
How did you get my address anyway?

Not telling you. I'll wait
outside and I can give you a lift.

No, it's OK,
my brother-in-law's picking me up.

Are you going to call me?

This is Andrew.
Andrew. How are you doing?

Gemma...

Come here.

Are you kidding? Not here.

Grace! Yes? What do you know
about suicide?

Well, sadly, it causes a fifth
of all deaths amongst young men.

And what about women?

They're more likely to attempt
suicide but less likely to succeed.

Methods differ...
women tend to take pills, men
will shoot, hang themselves, jump.

They'll make sure
there's no coming back, right?

Convenience plays a bigger part
than you'd imagine -

farmers will shoot themselves,
vets take animal tranquillisers.

Look, I know what you're asking me.

Is she likely to try again, assuming
that you were right about last night.

I'm right, Grace. I know...
I know that I'm right.

The Freudian view of
the act of suicide is one of

repressed murderous rage
and hate for others turning inwards.

In this case because the others
are unidentified and unpunished.

I suppose so. So according to Freud,
if you can identify them,

and bring them to justice,
then the hatred has an outlet,
doesn't it, a valve?

Well, it's not quite
as simple as that.

I didn't think it would be.

Look, say we find these men...

her facing them in court
isn't going to be easy, is it?

And her being under the scrutiny
of a defence lawyer certainly
isn't going to save her.

So we shouldn't
try and catch them even though
they're rapists and murderers?

No, no, of course we should, I know.

What I'm saying to you
is that you must

let go now of any thought of
trying to stop her doing it again.

OK.

Grace, do you think that Spence
is happy in this unit?

What do you mean? Well, do you think
he feels, I don't know, that he's...

that he might have outgrown it?

I think he might have, yeah.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Boyd.

OK.

What have you got for me?

It's all about constructing
the right size sieve -
if the holes are too big...

We get half the country - too
small, we miss the guy. Exactly.

So? So I've used mitochondrial DNA
to look at the mother's side
and YSDR DNA to look at the DNA...

And Repeat.
Very good. If we could dig
deeper in terms of relatedness...

We don't have to invade hundreds
of people's lives. I'm glad
you brought that up, because

there are civil liberties issues
surrounding familial DNA searching.

How many profiles have we got?

Twenty-two thousand,
five hundred and twenty-eight.

And it's possible not one of
them is related to our killer.

Twenty-two thousand... oh, God.
Why do you think she brought Shaun?

When I was ten my big sister
avoided me like the plague.

He wanted to buy a Men In Black

magazine, THE blockbuster of 1997.

I was too young, granddad.

Bollocks! It was only a PG.

You know the case pretty well, then?
Yep. I've read the file
and re-read the file.

The original investigation...

was it thorough? Very. They just
didn't get lucky and there's
no reason to suggest we will.

Still, let's not be defeatist.

I'd really like to see
the location in the flesh. Sure.

Why not?

Spencer.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS

'Spence, it's Mike at Peckham.

'That pimp you were after surfaced.

'He's sitting in our nick
waiting to pick up one of his
girls who was in overnight.

'I can delay releasing the girl.'
OK, I'm leaving now, see you soon.

I've got to head into town...

another case. What about this case?

You go and familiarise yourself.

You need me to cover
for you in case Boyd calls, right?

Yeah. Is that OK?

OK.

Cheers. Great. OK.

You need to get some sleep, Gem,
we both do.

You don't what
a good person you are, Zo.

You think everyone's
like you, but they're not.

Well, we're much more
alike than you think.

Truly. If you knew everything
about me, I mean everything,

you wouldn't say that. You
wouldn't even want me as a sister.

You'd give up on me
like everyone else.

Well, that's not going to happen...
you're stuck with me.

Every day,

I try to put myself in your shoes,

try to imagine what you went
through, what you live with.

You lost a brother too.

Don't do this.

He'd be
finished at university by now.

He'd be getting his first job.

I should've stopped them.

Why did you have to bring the boy?

You don't call the shots.

I let them take him out of the car.
I let them.

You didn't want him to see.
I let them.

I saved myself. You had no idea
what they were going to do.

I crawled up a hundred feet of
rock with a smashed pelvis to save
myself. Why couldn't I save him?

We're not having this conversation.

Not tonight.
Tonight, we have to be strong.

We have to be positive.

For Shaun.

Where's Spence?
Er... He went off to interview
the girl on the till that night.

You know, for someone who used to
work under cover, you're a terrible
liar. Get him on the phone. Boyd?

Hm? Yeah?

Gemma Morrison's here
with her sister.

OK.

Thanks for deciding to do
this, Gemma. OK.

Sorry about the audience,
but I want everyone's input.

So, October 13th, 1997,

you were studying for your A-levels.

Right. I was doing some coursework,
supposedly.

Mum said she needed some bread and
milk picking up, so I volunteered.

But I had an ulterior motive.

I wanted to phone my boyfriend.

He was older than me and
in his first year at Glasgow Uni.

So why didn't you use
the phone at the house?

Not after the last phone bill.

Shaun - why did you
take him with you?

Well, I didn't want him to come.

I didn't want to feel
rushed on the phone,

but he wanted this magazine and he
was convinced I'd get the wrong one.

He was a very pedantic ten-year-old.

I got the shopping done quickly
and went outside to use the payphone.

Leaving Shaun reading the magazines?

I didn't leave him.
I could see him the whole time.

You came out with the stuff that
you bought from the Post Office.

Did you put it in the car
before you made the call?

No. It was only a couple of bags.

And after all that they didn't
have the magazine he wanted,

but he was just happy
browsing the comics for a bit.

How long were you
on the phone to your boyfriend?

Half an hour.

See, the plan was for me
to go to Glasgow uni with him,
but I changed my mind.

That must have been a distressing
phone call. How did he take it?

Oh, who cares? After that night
he didn't want to know anyway.

So you made the call, you went back
in the Post Office,

you collected Shaun and took him
straight back to the car? Yes.

We'd just turned off the main road.

Uncle Roy lets me sit in the front.

Uncle Roy's an irresponsible twat.

SOMETHING EXPLODES

Jeez. What is it? What happened?

It's all right, Shaun.

Oh, great(!)

Hiya. Is everything OK?

Yeah. Well, no. I've got a flat tyre.

Hop in. We'll take you to a garage.

It's all right. We live up the road.

Then we'll give you a lift home.

It's fine, we can walk.

I'm only trying to help. I know.

It's fine, thank you.

If you make a fuss then
the boy has to come too.

No, please. No.

You said that it was the older man
that did the talking

and that it was the younger one
that took decisive action.

He was the one I was afraid of.

No, please don't hurt him.

I'll come with you.

I'll come with you. I'll do it.
You said in your original
statement that you blacked out.

Yes. Do you know what
might have caused that?

I don't know. I remember

a hand being in my face
and I couldn't breathe.

That would be the
chloroform in the report.

I thought they rejected that. No,
there was no histological evidence.

And Shaun, was he part
of their plan? Do you think
that they saw both of you and...?

I don't think so.

If that car hadn't have gone past,
I think they would have left him.

Gemma!

Shaun, get back in the car! Shit!
Get back in the car!

Why did you have to bring the boy?
Shut up! Turn left here.

You don't call the shots!

Gemma? Gemma?

Shut up! Tell him to shut up!

It's OK, Shaun, everything's going to
be fine. Face the front, bitch!
Don't look in my face!

The older one said,

"You know what's going
to happen now, don't you?"

And I said, "Yes."

And he said, "Well, you don't
want your brother to see, do you?"

And I said, "No."

So he took Shaun out of the car.

As he was getting out,

he looked at me really calmly
and said...

"I love you, Gem."

He'd never said that to me before.

Never.

No! Just do what I say! Gemma!

He didn't just rape me.

He beat me with his fists.

He screamed at me,
called me a bitch and a whore.

Just do what I say!

Like he knew me.

Like I'd hurt him
and he wanted revenge.

When I opened my eyes he'd gone.

And the older one was in the car,
the driver.

He was crying.

He said he was sorry about his friend
hurting me and that he felt bad.

Where's Shaun?
Please take me to Shaun.

Yes.

But first...

I'm going to make love to you.

Like I know you want me to.

Finally, he let me out of the car.

Shaun...

Shaun?

Shaun! SHAUN!

Where is he?! Where is he?!

What have you done?! Jesus. Shaun!

No! No! Shaun!

No! No!

Shaun! Please help! Where's Shaun?

It's all right. It's all right.

Shaun! It's all right.
Shaun! It's all right.

Shaun! Shaun! Shaun!

Shaun! Do it! Do it, Jason!
Shaun! Do it!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

Will you excuse me for a minute?

When I came out of the water,
I realised I was still alive.

I couldn't believe it.

It felt like hours had gone by but
it must have only been a few minutes.

Shaun? Shaun?

SHAUN!

I'd broken my arm and several ribs
and shattered my pelvis.

But I felt no pain.

Come on, Gem.

Let's get you home.

Call me if you need to talk.

I don't think it was a blowout.

The original investigation
deemed this a crime of opportunity.

Sexual offences usually are.

They reasoned that if the tyre
had been sabotaged in some way,

say, slashed or let down,
then Gemma and Shaun would have been
safely stranded in the car park.

Ah, but instead they were
nearly home when it burst.

Right, which suggests plain old
bad luck, like a piece of glass
or a bald patch wearing out.

Any evidence of that? No, but
there is evidence of something else.

If you look in here. right, can you
see this discolouration? Oh, yes.

It's absent in the other tyres.

So how come the original
investigation didn't see that?

I don't know. I don't know.

It's possible that depigmentation
occurred some time later,

maybe even months later.

And do you know what caused it?
No. Not yet.

OK. I'll leave you to it, then.

Thanks, Eve.

Oh, Grace! Yup? You won't say
anything to Boyd just yet, will you?
I'll have him camped out in here.

Sure. Thanks.

Thanks, sweetheart. Leave it.
If they're dying, they'll call 999.

Hello? Oh, hello, Mr Pargeter.

Gemma... Well, you should have
about... ..I can't do this any more.

I can always arrange
to get some more...

Do what?

What do you think?
Oh, that. Yes, that.

OK. Let's not do it any more.

Well, what do you want me to say?

"Andrew, please don't end it, not
now, when I'm weak and vulnerable."

I love you.

Look, Andrew, I only slept
with you because you're Zoe's.

You don't mean that. I can't even
remember what you look like naked.

You don't appreciate her.
She loves you.

I know, and I'd be lost without her.
You're so ungrateful.

She gives, I take. Even her husband.
Keep your voice down.

She loves tending to the meek.

You know what you forget?
I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.

You weren't the only one
who lost a brother.

Gemma!

For God's sake!

What the hell is going on?

ECHOES: Gemma!

It's my fault.
I said something stupid.

What happened, Andrew?

Oh, she made some
snippy comment about you.

So what's new? I know.

I just said she could be more
grateful. She's my sister, Andrew.

She doesn't have to be grateful
for anything.

Hi. Hi.

Everything OK?

Yeah. Fine.

I just, um...

We haven't talked.

About what?
I don't know, me joining the unit?

OK, let's talk about you
joining the unit. Take a seat.

Forget it. OK.

You know, it isn't my first day
at school...

PHONE RINGS

..but I've just come out
of uniform and it is a big change.

A change that you talked me into.
I know. I know.

Yeah?

OK.

Get everyone up to the lab.

Where the hell were you?

Trichloromethane, or chloroform,
is a highly volatile solvent

with a boiling point
of 62 degrees centigrade.

Presumptive tests suggest that the
damage inflicted on Gemma's car tyre
here was caused by trichloromethane.

The discolouration that you can
see here - a possible result of it
leaching a dye

from the rubber and
then redepositing it on evaporation.

It's important to note that
the chloroform would've acted
on the tyre in two ways.

Firstly, as a solvent, it would've
damaged and weakened the tyre wall

and, secondly, on evaporating,
it would cause the pressure
in the tyre to increase

and, as this happens,
the now-weakened tyre
wall would expand until it...burst.

So it wasn't an unlucky blowout?

Planned and premeditated, which would
suggest the efficiency of practice.

You're not going to go to the trouble
to disable a tyre, if you're never
going to use the practice again?

No. Suggesting more than one victim?
Mm-hmm.

So the chloroform's used to disable
the victim and the car, the tyre?

How would they get the chloroform
into the tyre? There's nothing
on the market available

that would be suitable so he
must have adapted some sort
of compressed gas canister...

..in order to inject it in.

They could've done it at the Post
Office. Gemma was on the phone to
her boyfriend for half an hour.

Plenty of time for them to
sabotage the wheel. Yeah.

If this isn't a one-off,

we should be looking for unsolved
sexual offences pre-'97, post-'97,

involving the disabling
of a car and...

..two perpetrators.

Should I input those factors
into the search engine? Yeah.

You won't be able to because
mid-'90s, it's not downloaded
on to the national database.

But the National Crime Academy
have been doing a massive study
into sex crime methodology

going back 40 years.

But that's not going to
be available for ages.

They've been mopping up
as they go along, inputting cases,
solved and unsolved.

How do you know that?
My old DI's on the collating team.

We've always stayed on good terms
so I'm sure
she'll give us a sneak preview.

Or me, anyway. Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

I'm sorry.

Ssh. Ssh. It's OK.

What I don't understand
is what these two are doing
together in the first place.

There are precedents for sexual
predators working in pairs.

Well, these two
are anything but a pair.

The older perpetrator is
a textbook power-assurance rapist.

He apologised for his actions,
he used minimal force, he referred
to the act of rape as "making love,"

and he displayed genuine concern
for Gemma. He threw her off a bridge!

Yes, only because his partner
in crime had already thrown
her brother off the bridge.

Do it, Jason! Do it!

So he was motivated to do that by
his partner but what about the rape?

Was that...? No, we're talking about
two completely different predators.

You wouldn't question that there
can be different reasons to kill.

And the same is true of rapists.

All right, so the older guy, Jason,
what are his reasons for raping?

Well, his crimes substitute
for the intimacy he craves
with women but he can't have.

Why? Cos he's ugly?

No. He may be ugly,
but he may not be ugly.

Look, most men earn intimacy,
respect, admiration.

The rapist doesn't -
he just takes it.

He needs to be needed. Imagining that
the woman actually fancies him fuels
his fantasy, makes it real, exciting.

So for the power-assurance rapist
then, he doesn't see his rapes as
crimes but more like...blind dates?

In some cases they try to get
the victim's phone number to make
arrangements to see them again.

God!

What about this guy?

Anger retaliatory rapist.

His sexual violence is
the displaced expression of the anger
and rage he feels inside.

So, more dangerous?
More likely to kill?

Yes. More likely to make mistakes?

Yes. It's a pity we don't have
his DNA, isn't it, really?

His victim stands in for
the person he really hates.

It could be his mother, his wife,
his partner, his boss - whoever.

And, unlike the other rapist,
who finds it difficult
to form attachments,

he is quite likely
to be in a steady relationship.

So the only thing not textbook
is the fact that these two were
teamed up in the first place?

That's correct.

So how are you, Spencer?
Can't complain.

National Crime Squad's always on the
lookout for fresh talent, new blood.

I'll bear that in mind.
Is Boyd behaving himself?

You know Boyd. Boyd's Boyd.
How are your sex offenders?

Nice segue! We call it
the real 40 years of hurt.

I'm cataloguing four decades of
the most sick and depraved crimes

to blight this fair isle and you
know what the worst part is? Go on.

Coppers' grammar. Coppers' spelling.
Coppers' handwriting.

I spend my life trying to work out
whether it says "petrol" or "penis"!

Hi, Maureen. Hi, Boyd.

Sorry it's so late but you
didn't have to come in person.

Oh, yes, I did.
We do get e-mail down here.

Owing
to the mass of detail pertaining to
child sex cases the lawyers have

instructed us not to send any
part of the study via electronic
mail until its completion.

Well, that told me.
Grace you know, right? Hi, Grace.

OK, the criteria
for unsolved rapes mid-'90s,

two offenders and incapacitating
vehicles is drawing a blank.

Not one hit? Not one hit.
Because the criteria are wrong.

OK, try looking for one offender.
OK. Why only one?

Because October 13th was
a nightmare for Gemma and Shaun.

Yes, but it was a disaster
for those two. Exactly.

Nothing in Gemma's account suggests
they worked as a team, and their
divergent profiles back that up.

OK, we have four
unsolved rapes between '94 and '96

where the victims' cars were
incapacitated prior to the attacks.

Specifically,
their tyres were sabotaged. Where?

Greater Manchester.

OK, you print that out for me,
I want to read that tonight.

Thanks, Maureen.
Invoice is in the post.

New talent? Fresh blood?

Don't flirt with me, Spence.

You're married. Spence!

And you know it.

Now, this is the E-fit that
was issued by Manchester CID after

the description given by these four
women - all attacked after their
cars suffered punctures or blowouts.

Serial rapists always target specific
types and that never changes.

So our women...all 30ish,
middle-class, wealthy,

reflected in the cars they drive -
Audis, Mercedes, BMWs...

Like Gemma, who's 18 and
drives a clapped-out Fiesta(!)

If it WAS our older offender,
it proves that the younger offender
was calling the shots that night.

So this was a rare partnership,
a sort of one-off?

Well, I believe so.

The first two rapes took place
in June and December '94, and the
last two, March and August '96.

Nothing in '95.

Well, prison's always the best bet
there. Check for Jasons in prison.

So, looking at the sequence
and dispersal of the crimes,

can this give us any idea where
this man might have lived?

Well, the key to understanding
an evolving MO is to go back
to the beginning.

Right. We start with Stacey Adams.

Now,
that was the first reported attack
but it was hasty, it was crude.

No chloroform, just
a straightforward nail in the tyre.

So the car didn't get very far?

No. Also she reported that
he was unable to perform,
he was agitated and she fought back.

The next rape takes place 30 miles
further on - that's Sarah Marsh.

Are you saying he needed to drive a
longer distance to get an erection?

No, I'm serious.
I know you are. And it's possible.

But my theory is more likely that
he didn't want to be identified

if he failed again,
so he went further afield.

By this time he was using chloroform
so he was controlling it more.

So he wanted to control the distance
the car went before the tyre burst.

That's assuming he came from
the same start point each time.

The second attack went like
clockwork so the next time -
Jackie Holmes -

he ventures, what? 20 miles?

Yeah, and the fourth - Martina
Johns - is only 15 miles away.

So my educated hunch is that
the perpetrator lives or works

within ten miles' radius
of the first attack.

So I'm narrowing the DNA
search to the Salford area.

Right, the closest familial
DNA match is this one, Matthew
Grant, and he lives only

two miles away from where the first
attack took place in June 1994.

So the chances are he is
nephew, cousin to rapist Jason?
Yeah. Possibly. Possibly...

The bad news is he's only
15 years old and his DNA evidence
should have been destroyed.

Are you giving me this European High
Court stuff? I'm not interested.

Yes, because he volunteered
the information.

We should've destroyed it.
He's innocent.

He did it for purposes
of elimination after
a break-in at his school...

Yeah, but his DNA is going
to be on this database forever,
whatever you think!

That's what I'm saying, and
there are serious civil liberty...

Civil liberties are not my problem
when investigating a case!

It will be if he's got
a mother with a good lawyer!

You think I'll knock on his door and
say, "You've got the same DNA as a
rapist and murderer called Jason"?!

Well, I hope you're not going
to do that! I'm not. Wait...

Boyd? Yeah?
What are you going to do?

I'm going to do my job.
You've done yours and I thank you.

How was your Matthew Grant interview?
Yeah, it was successful.

Will you be long? I've no idea.
I'll be about another hour.

Kat? Yeah, yeah. I'm here.

Good, OK.

The contents of Matthew
Grant's computer, all right?

How did you get this? Don't ask! Just
look for any connections to a Jason.

Matthew Grant sent several e-mails to
a Jason Bloch and DVLA records show
that Jason Bloch lived in

Salford, Manchester until 1997
when he moved to Kent.

He also lost his
licence for a year...

Yeah, don't tell me - '95.

Year of no rape. And when he lost
his licence, he also lost his job.

Signed on in Manchester for
a bit before he moved down south

to his registered address which is a
college, five miles outside Tunbridge
Wells. What sort of college is that?

Some kind of crammer.

Looks a bit fur coat and no knickers
- probably aimed at disappointed
parents with more money than sense.

But what I'm thinking is that he must
be some sort of caretaker, handyman,
something like that. OK, good.

This is what our suspect looked like

in 1997.

I'm going to make love to you.

SHE COUGHS

Just hold on a second. Yeah?
'We're in position round the back.'

All right, Spence.
We're parking up now. OK.

BELL RINGS

Coming. I'm coming.

Detective Superintendent Boyd.

And this is... Doctor Foley.

Yeah, we're here to see Jason Bloch?

Jason's my husband.

He's in the shower. Can I help?

All right... We can wait for him
to dry off. Well, come in.

Right. The bridge thing.

Yes, the..."bridge thing".

That was just after
I'd moved down south.

Yes, it was, well,
that's actually the point.

We're using DVLA records to
contact all adult males who moved
into the Kent area

around the time that
that crime was committed.

Who's to say that the killer
wasn't born and bred?

Good question, Mr Bloch.
There was another murder a year
previously, a young girl.

All the men in the area were
asked to give a DNA sample.

That's what you want? A DNA sample?
Yeah, we do. Well, not now.

Tomorrow morning?

Between nine and twelve.

Can't do tomorrow morning.
Sorry. I'm busy.

Well, you'll have to cancel
because we've set everything up.

We're expecting you.

Well, there's nothing like notice.

And that was nothing like notice.

See you tomorrow, Mr Bloch.

You're fond of chivalry, Mrs Bloch.

I think most women are.
We all secretly want to be
rescued and protected.

Grace? Like Andromeda?

She was rescued by Perseus,
her future husband.

Perseus is one of
my nicknames for Jase.

What are the other ones?

You're mocking us. No.

It's OK. Most of our mates
think it's a bit sad.

I'd agree with them.
I think it's pathetic.

How dare you?

# Will you hear a Spanish lady

# How an Englishman she wooed?

# Though he held her as his captive

# Ever gentle was his mood

# Tho' by birth and parentage
Of high degree

# Wept she when the order came
To set her free... #

If he warns his accomplice now,
it's a hell of a risk.
What's in it for him?

The other thing you need
to take on board is the fact

that they may not have had
contact since it happened.

No, they may not have done.

But if he's ever going to make
contact with him, it'll be tonight.

Because this is his last night as
a free man and he knows that. Yep.

Shaved head, shaved eyebrows.

Makes you think he's active again.

HE HUMS

Don't you think,
"My God, I've got a weird job"?

Compared to what?

Your job? I mean, I think
your job's weirder than my job.

Your job's all abstract, isn't it?

Nothing concrete. You deal in
sort of airy-fairy stuff.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

At least I get down to the
nitty-gritty. Hello, Spence.

'He must have made contact. He's
heading into the woods on foot.'

Yeah, OK. We're off.

See? I was right.

Thank goodness.

Yeah? What's happening?

'He's got in a car with
a possible suspect.'

OK, well, stay where you are.

'I'm nearly there.'

'Bloch's just got out the car
but the driver's still inside.'

'OK, take him.' OK. Let's go.

Police! Halt! Hands on the wheel!
Hands on the wheel!

What are you doing? It's not him!

He's 50 if he's a day.

Where's Bloch? We lost him. It was
one or the other. Out the car!

Who is this guy?

It's just a bit of puff...
Who is he? Don't know.

HEAVY BREATHING

Tash! Darling, what is it?

Tell Daddy. What is it?

There's a man in our back garden.

Let's call the police.

I'll handle it.

Be careful, darling.

SWING SQUEAKS

Hello, James.

You're the only one who
really knows what pain is.

This is your world.
We're passing through.

He's not in charge.

Her blood on your shirt...

Being raped...

..her blood on your jeans...

..leaves you angry...

..her blood on your cap...
..fearful...

Your word against mine.
Who will they believe?

What if he hurts me?

..but, in the end,
it leaves you cold.

You let Kat in there
on her own with a rapist?

I wanted to hurt you.

This lifetime of damage
was all meant for you.

I can't tell you.
He has a wife and child.

We need you to suspend
all investigations as of now.

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