All language subtitles for Waking The Dead S08E04-End Of The Night, Part 2-eng

Shaun!Gemma Morrison.
October 14th, 1997, aged 18,

she was found beside
St Helen's Bridge.Shaun!

Gemma and her ten-year-old
brother, Shaun, were on their

way back from the local Post Office
when the tyre on their car burst.

These two men stopped, ostensibly to give them
help, but they abducted both of them at knifepoint.

No, please don't... One
of them was called Jason.

Then they threw Shaun
and Gemma off the bridge.

Gemma survived, but Shaun didn't.

Last night, after celebrating her thirtieth
birthday, Gemma tried to kill herself.

Shaun!

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

There are serious civil liberties ramifications...Not
my problem when I'm investigating a case!

Well, they'll be your problem if he's
got a mother who has a good lawyer.

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

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

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

I've outgrown it.

We have four unsolved rapes between '94 and
'96 where the victims' cars were incapacitated.

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

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

You don't mean that.

This is what our
suspect looked like

in 1997.

What I'm thinking is that he must be some sort
of caretaker, handyman, something like that.

That's what you want? A
DNA sample? Yeah, we do.

Don't flirt with me, Spence.

You're married.Spence!

And you know it.

Now, tell Daddy. What is it?
There's a man in our back garden.

Hello, James.

The police came to see me.

The Cold Case Unit.

They want a DNA sample.

So, this is my last
night as a free man...

..and I'm choosing
to spend it with you.

I hope you're touched.

You...are going to look after
my wife until the day she dies.

Her name is Miranda.

And I mean look after.

She comes first, before little
Natasha, before your wife.

How do you know my daughter's name?

I know a lot more than that.

I've followed your life with
great interest, Mr Heart Surgeon.

You evil bastard.The police will be watching
your wife's bank account until the day she dies.

Then you better be clever.

Subtle.

It's not as if you
don't have motivation.

Is that Helen I can see
looking out the window?

Give us a hug, Jason.

A big, tight one.

Your word against mine. Who do
you think they're going to believe?

You, of course.

But I'm not relying on my word.

Remember when I told you I burnt
your clothes in the incinerator?

I lied.

Her blood on your shirt.

WOMAN MOANS

Her blood on your jeans. MOANING

Her blood on your cap. They're
all stashed away for a rainy day.

And it's pouring.

So?He's the father of a patient of
mine. A little boy. Died in surgery.

That's very sad.

But why is he at our house?

Just wanted to talk. How
does he know where we live?

I told him. I told him he could
call or visit whenever he wanted.

Well, he took you
at your word, then!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.Oh...

I didn't know what to think.
I called the bloody police.

You did what?Obviously, I hung
up when I saw you knew him.

I'm sorry, what part of "I'll handle it,"
did you not understand? I was scared.Again!

What part of "I'll handle
it" did you not understand?!

Tash, darling, are you
all right? Don't worry,

Mummy's just got herself
into a state, that's all.

She's a panicker, your mum.

Absolutely bloody
useless in a crisis.

Not like our little
Lara Croft here.

Let's get you to bed.

MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS

Where've you been, Jason? Let me guess. You
went for a drive. To clear your head, yeah?

Let's go.

Through here, please.

I don't see why
you need my clothes.

All right, well, you tell us
what you were doing last night.

I went for a drive.

To clear my head. That's
why we need your clothes.

All yours.Thanks.

You can change into this.

I'm not comfortable getting
undressed in front of a woman.

Tough.

Great. I'm going to take
a DNA sample as well.

Shaun!No, it's all right.

It's all right. No, you're
all right.Do it, Jason!

Shaun!Do it!

OK, open.You're a classic
man-hater, aren't you?

Dried-up, resentful.

Gagging for it.Open.

So we've matched your DNA to skin tissue
recovered from under Gemma Morrison's fingernails.

The result of her attempt to stop you
throwing her off St Helen's Bridge.No comment.

Good old "no comment." The last refuge
of the truly screwed. OK, doesn't matter,

we've got you for kidnapping, rape,
attempted murder, accessory to murder,

so let's talk about the
boy. Ten-year-old Shaun.

Because rape is one thing, child
murder is distinctly another.

Jesus...

Is there anything you want to tell us about
Shaun's murder, Jason? About your role in it?

If you did have a role in it.

And, if you did, now's
the time to speak.

No comment. OK, right,
for the record, can you

give us the name of your accomplice
on the night of 13th October 1997?

No comment. But don't
you think it's ironic

that you're protecting this person, given the fact
that you wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't for him?

I mean, he gave us your name,
for Christ's sake!You know, Jason,

I think your biggest regret is that you
stopped working alone, you ceded control,

you let someone in, someone
completely different to you.

And these women...In Manchester,

what you did to these women,
that was completely different.

You never involved kids, you certainly didn't
kill anyone. Yes, you had sex with them,

but you didn't brutalise them,
you didn't set out to harm them.

You had rules, you had limits.

You wanted these women to love you.

And, in turn, you
loved these women.

But him...He's a different
animal, different beast.

No comment.If you don't speak up now, Jason, no-one's
going to make that distinction, not even Miranda.

You'll be tarred with the same brush.No
comment.What is the up-side of protecting him?

There is no up-side, not for you. So, it must be
for someone else. Are we talking about Miranda here?

Is that what you were off
negotiating last night?

You wanted to get him to help Miranda? Well,
listen to me, Jason. Will you please...listen to me?

Because if Miranda's going to have anything
resembling a life after her association with you,

it's going to be a long way from here.
She'll have a new name, a new identity

that about three people in the world will
know. Not you, not me and certainly not him,

so if he's promising you something,
he's not going to be able to deliver.

Miranda will never abandon me.

She's already endured more pain
and misery than you can imagine.

A few dirty looks and newspaper
articles won't freak her out.

I was thinking more like,
you know, national pariah.

Kids pushing over her wheelchair,
parents petrol-bombing your flat.

Is that what you think
she deserves?No comment.

His DNA is a match, so there is
no doubt, and his name is Jason.

Well, what about the other one? The one who
killed Shaun? We haven't identified him yet.

You mean, he won't tell you? I didn't say
that.Is he in the building? Is he here now?

I don't know where he is.
Can't you make him tell you?

Make him?Yes, can't you force him? Can't you torture
him, or something? Don't be bloody ridiculous, Gemma!

Bloch turned his mobile phone off last night,
but from the last point of triangulation,

we can tell that he was
heading east.Towards the coast?

Yes, which tallies with the chalk
dust that I found in his tyres.

I also found these minute particles of plant material
mixed in with the chalk dust.What plant is that?

I'm awaiting species verification. OK,
and then there's this. Which I retrieved

from under Bloch's boot tread.

Synthetic.Synthetic.

Some form of rubber compound.OK.

That's all I've got.

Her blood on your shirt.

Her blood on your jeans.

Her blood on your cap.

All stashed away for a rainy day.

CLATTER

Hello?Security. Are
you with the police?

Yeah. Dr Eve Lockhart.
Got any ID?Er...

We had some reporters
nosing around earlier.Yep.

Right you are.

OK.Sorry I startled you.

OK.

You're not some brute animal that
takes what he wants regardless.

He is.

You have a heart, a soul.

A soul of a lover.

The last thing you are is a rapist.

Firm, yeah. Forceful even.
But always appreciative,

always attentive to your
woman's needs, right?

I try to be.

Modest, too.

You're a throwback, Jason Bloch,

to a time when men were men.

And women were glad of it?

Exactly. These women, they weren't victims,
that's just the modern world's prejudice talking,

we both know that. Right? These were
old-fashioned damsels in distress,

who thanked their lucky
stars that you came along.

I did what any man would do.

Jason, if only that were true.

But I know from personal
experience that...

men like you are in short supply.

You do?

Mm. Last Christmas...

..I was on my way
to meet some friends

and I broke down.

What happened? What
happened was that nobody...

stopped to help me.
I would have stopped.

It was dark. Raining.
Middle of nowhere.

My mobile was out of
charge. I couldn't...

I was desperate. I
would have helped you.

Christ, I would have helped you.

Would you?For sure.Would you
have put my world to rights?

In a heartbeat.

Fixed my car?

Got me out of the rain?
Abso-bloody-lutely.

Got me somewhere safe...

and warm?

Jesus Christ!

Jason, I'm worried
about your friend.

What if he hurts me, like he hurt
Shaun and Gemma?He's not my friend.

It doesn't matter. He
wants me. I won't...

let him spoil things. He
wants me all to himself

and he's in charge. He's
not in charge. He's a kid.

What if he hurts me, like he
hurt Gemma?I'll kill him first.

You're scared of him, Jason. I'll kill him with
my bare hands. Empty promises won't save me.

I'm not scared of him, all right?

Then tell me his name.

Kat.

You gave him a hard-on, but
you didn't get an answer.

He was that close to giving me his
name.No points for trying, Kat. Grace!Yes?

In the interview just now, Bloch was being
teased about... Have you been back in with Bloch?

No, I haven't, but Kat has, yeah. On her own? She's
been in with Bloch on her own?Yeah, it was fine,

I was watching. It's not a problem.
What are you thinking, Boyd?Oh...

Boyd, are you insane? You let Kat
in there on her own with a rapist?

I said I was watching.
I've got a lead here.

Are you interested in what
I've got to say, or not?Yes.

Right, Bloch referred to his partner as a kid.Well,
Gemma ID'd him as a young man in his early 20s,

and to some people, that would be a kid.Yeah,
but what if he wasn't in his early 20s?

What if, what he was referring to as a kid, he was
a kid who's 18 and he was a student at the crammer?

Bloch hadn't been in the area very long, he
didn't have many friends, he was the caretaker,

so the kids might have thought that was cool for
about five minutes and they might have bonded.Yeah, OK.

You'd better get back onto the college.Yeah.And
don't play games with Kat like you did with Stella.

What is it, Zoe?I was trying
to remember the other day.

How many universities is
it you've dropped out of?

Is it four?What?Five? There was always something
wrong, wasn't there? The course, the students,

the inadequate lighting on campus.

Zoe...Are you going to spend
your whole life blaming those men

for every stupid, callous,
messed-up decision you make?

Because if you are,
what's the point?

What is the point?

I'm sorry.

Of course you're sorry.

How could you,
Gemma, how could you?

I threw myself at him, it
was my fault. Don't blame him.

How long? Weeks? Months?Weeks.

Don't do anything stupid, Zo. What?
Like get pissed and drive into a tree?

Like get a bloody divorce, or anything,
I'm not worth it. Please don't. For once,

let's not make this about you,
about poor, meek, screwed-up Gemma,

who really can't help herself, can't
be held responsible for anything.

You're not that
bloody meek, are you?

Just give me a reason.

Please.

I wanted to hurt you.

Why?Because I depend
on you and I resent it.

Because you pity me and I thought
it would be fun to turn the tables.

Because you're strong and
I'm weak and I hate it.

I hate it.

I don't know who you are.

I really don't know who you are.

Eve?

Eve, I think I've got something.

Is there a date on it?

'97.

The headmaster ID'd the kid in
the baseball cap as James Mitcham.

He attended Tythehurst College
'97/'98, where he became a star pupil.

Walked in with two Ds and an E, and
walked out with three straight As.

He's a heart surgeon based in North Kent District General
and one of the youngest consultants in the country.

Mitcham now lives in Deal,
on the east coast of Kent,

approximately one hour's drive due east
of Tythehurst College. The journey time

fits with Bloch's absence
on the night of his arrest.

And the plant material I retrieved
from Bloch's tyre is Ajuga chamaepitys.

It's an extremely rare
plant, it's endangered.

It can only be found in about 12
locations in the south-east of England.

Right...Also, Mitcham's report says he was
"withdrawn" and "distanced himself from his peers."

OK, you've wrapped it up for this guy. For
the sake of argument, let's say this is our man

and there doesn't seem to be an argument
that opposes that theory. So why, Grace,

why would he team himself up with
Bloch? That's what I want to know.

They're diametrically opposed in their
method of rape. Yes, but that doesn't

preclude them recognising
something in each other.

What?Well, a sense of entitlement,
a potential for transgression.

So, Bloch's the boss and he's, what, showing Mitcham
the ropes, yeah? Not necessarily.Yeah, well...

He got away with four
rapes up in Manchester.

Bloch profiles as a power-assurance rapist, his
crimes stem from a chronic lack.....of self-esteem.

We got that.There's your answer. His narcissism
is such that getting away with the Manchester rapes

in itself becomes a source of irritation. He
has no-one... Because he's isolated. Exactly.

He can't pass that information on to anyone
and get a buzz from that. But Mitcham,

who pays an interest
in him, he can,

so Mitcham, being intelligent, boosts Bloch's
self-esteem. Is that what you're saying?

Yes.It's a symbiotic relationship. But if
this man has a dangerous personality disorder

and he is a heart surgeon, how does he practise as a
heart surgeon for the last five years? How does he A,

hold that job down and B,
why doesn't he re-offend?

Well, how do you know he hasn't?

James isn't here at the moment. He's gone to pick
up our little girl from a friend's, but come in.

Thank you.Thank you.

He didn't mention you were coming. Well, he didn't
know. It's nothing to worry about, we're just tracking

everyone down who went to Tythehurst
College during the late '90s.

Is it about the man you've arrested?
The caretaker?That's right. Jason Bloch.

Do you want some tea?No, not
for me, thanks.No, thank you.

Sorry to barge in on you like this. How long
have you and James known each other?Since forever.

It was a teenage romance that went
the distance, against all the odds.

Good for you.University, medical
school. We're inseparable, really.

Well, almost, cos you didn't go
to Tythehurst crammer, did you?

No. No, I didn't.You're the brainy one. Do
you mind if I...? Didn't need a second chance.

No, well, my mother didn't walk out
on me two weeks before my A-levels.

Mummy! Mummy!

Mummy, guess what?!

Who are you?Hello. I'm a policeman.

I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd.

I'm the very handsome
man in the picture there.

Have you come to catch
the man in the garden?

Come on, you.Well...
Vivid imagination.

He was on my swing in
the middle of the night.

Oh, right.Come on, Tash. My
name's James Mitcham.Dr Foley.

It's about Jason Bloch, I
take it? I heard the news.Yeah.

He was such a gentle soul, I was
shocked.We hear you were pretty close.

I think we both felt a
little bit out of place.

He'd just come down from
Liverpool... Manchester.

Manchester, yeah, my mistake. ..and I didn't
have much in common with the other kids.

So you spent a bit of time together? I used
to go round his flat, smoke a bit of spliff,

listen to his old Grateful
Dead albums, you know?

I know what you're going to ask me.

Did I ever see him with anyone else
who might be your other suspect?

There were two of them, right?

Right.

Well?Jason was a bit of a loner,

but I do remember sometime that autumn, a
friend of his came to visit him from up North.

Do you have any recollection
of what this friend looked like?

I never met him. I think he crashed
for a few days on Jason's sofa,

but Jason wasn't allowed guests,
so he never introduced us.

So, I don't suppose
you remember a name?

Sorry. It was twelve years ago.

Yeah, it was.

When did you last see
or hear from Jason Bloch?

Never. Not since I left Tythehurst.

It was just a fleeting friendship. Why would
I?Yeah, he was just the caretaker, after all.

If you want to be brutally
honest about it, yeah.

So what was a bright lad like you
doing at a crammer in the first place?

I just had too much fun at school.

Too much cricket, too many parties, just took
my eye off the ball. Your wife says it's because

your mother walked out two weeks
before you took your A-levels.

That didn't help,
certainly, but, er...

I'm not going to blame
her. I'm a firm believer

that we're masters of our own
destiny right the way down the line.

Amen to that.

Do you think he was a batsman
or a bowler?You're asking me?

He doesn't look like...

a cricketer, does he? What
does a cricketer look like?

Just give us a second.

Wow! Look at this! Fantastic!

My daddy built it for
me when I was a baby.

Yeah, you've got your very
own play park! Amazing!

My daddy doesn't like me going to the
big park.No? He said it's not safe.

He's probably right. You any good
on the swing?Yeah. Can you go high?

I can go higher than you. I bet you
can't.Bet I can. I bet you can't.Bet I can.

What was the man you saw at the
window? Was he any good on the swings?

Nope. He just sat there
looking at my window.

Yeah? What did he look like?

I didn't see him. I imagined it.

You imagined it. See? I'm higher than you.You're
not.What did you imagine he looked like?

He didn't have any hair.He's a
baldy?Yeah.Mr Potato Head?Yeah.

Homework.

Bye.

Bye.

SHE SCREAMS

That first year at Cambridge
when I was stuck at the crammer.

Not going to let that one go, are you?No,
I'm not, cos you've never told me the truth.

Yes, I have.

About a million times.

Come on.

I don't mind.

Exactly how much
of a whore were you?

Hey.

You're not serious, are you?

We had something pure, Helen.

And you destroyed it.

James...

You're scaring me.

I should hope so. A good
scare's what you need.

Was he there?Wait a second, wait a
second.Yeah, but was he there?Give me a chance.

I used IR spectroscopy
and GC and mass spec

to compare the two rubber samples, the
one I retrieved from Bloch's boot tread

and the other one that you collected from
Mitcham's garden. Can you prove Bloch was there?

And we appear to have a match.

Unbelievable. But it's
not a fingerprint, Boyd.

So, phone records, is
there anything on the logs?

I trawled through Bloch's cell and
landline records going back five years.

No calls to or from James Mitcham.

That's why he went to Mitcham's in person,
didn't want to leave a trail, did he?

If Mitcham's guilty, how
does he live with himself?

Day to day, how has he
reconciled it with being a father?

Fundamentally, he doesn't acknowledge
that anyone else has emotions.

He's self-aware and intelligent, he knows
what's acceptable and he acts accordingly, right?

He can do grief, he can do guilt, he can even do
kindness but, in the end, it's mimicry, it means nothing.

Basically, you're dealing with
a sociopath, so getting him in

and shouting at him is a
complete waste of time, right?

Boyd, it'd be a
complete waste of time.

Complete waste of time, yeah.

Your daughter told me that she saw a
man in your back garden who had no hair.

She said that he appeared
in the middle of the night.

I know which night, it was Thursday,
I even know the time, it was 11.

My daughter has a
healthy imagination.

I don't think anyone imagined the aborted
phone call to the police at 11:23 that night.

My wife can be a bit jumpy. She
thought she heard an intruder.

How long do you think Jason
Bloch is going to keep quiet?

I mean, what kind of a life do
you think you're going to have,

you know, waiting for the
day when he decides to squeal?

You promised that you'd help Miranda.
How the hell are you going to do that

with us looking over your shoulder
for the rest of your natural life?

Jason Bloch is a man I
knew briefly 12 years ago.

I haven't seen or heard from him since and,
unless I'm mistaken, you can't prove otherwise.

Your wife said that you were a
teenage romance that went the distance.

Yes? So when you were at that crammer you
obviously kept on this relationship with her?

Yes, of course.Yeah, where was she? At
Cambridge and I joined a year later.Oh.

Always a year behind.

Yes.

So, she's a good-looking woman, you must've
been worried when she was at university,

whether she was going to get through
freshers' week untouched? No, not remotely.

I only ask that because
your old headmaster,

he said that you weren't a happy
camper, which I sympathise with.

Your mother had walked out, you'd screwed up your
A-levels and your girlfriend's at university working

her way through the rugby team while you're stuck
in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of morons.

It must've been humiliating.
I didn't enjoy it, no.

Left behind, abandoned, written off,
essentially by two women in your life -

your mother and your
girlfriend, Helen.

It's understandable you would've developed a real
anger,frustration, rage even, at these two women.

Where is he?! What have you done?!!

So why throw a 10-year-old
boy off the bridge?

You know, Eichmann made an interesting
observation at his war crimes trial in '62.

He said, "I was the first lieutenant
of the Nazi Party for six years

"but I've been Ricardo Clement, foreman of
a car factory in Buenos Aires for 15 years."

And what do you think about that?

I think it's an interesting
observation, that's all.

Is that what you cling to?

That the passing years and the patients
you've saved somehow atone for Shaun and Gemma?

Or deep down do you know that that's
just a crock of self-serving shit?

I'm doing you a
disservice, aren't I?

You haven't clung to anything, that's just
me projecting my own pathetic weakness,

my endless capacity for guilt and
introspection, but other people's pain,

other people's tears
- that's just background noise to you, isn't it?

You're the only one who truly feels, you're
the only one who really knows what pain is.

This is your world and
we're just passing through it

and it frustrates the hell out of you that other
people can't see it when it's so self-evident to you.

It's probably why you're
such a good surgeon.

You have no empathy for the person under the
knife which makes it quicker, cleaner, easier.

Schew! It's just like
slicing up a piece of steak.

OK, unless I nodded off back there
you haven't charged me which means

you've nothing resembling a
case, which means I'd like to go.

I've a six-month-old
patient waiting for me.

'Emergency
- which service do you require?

'Police. I need the
police to come to my house.

'Police Switchboard.
How can I help you?

'Hello?

'Hello?'

I need the police
to come to MY house.

Yes, I thought I heard something...
An intruder.Where was your husband?

Where was he? Why
didn't he make the call?

"I need the police
to come to my house."

He wasn't in the house because
he was in the garden, wasn't he?

Talking to this man just
like your daughter said.

But I didn't see anyone
and neither did Natasha.

Don't lie to me, Helen or I'll put
you in prison alongside your husband.

That's bullshit. I've done nothing
wrong and neither has James.

Well, if you've done nothing wrong, either
of you, why don't you tell me the truth?

Was this man in your
garden five nights ago?

No.Don't make me get a court
order to secure a statement

out of Natasha because that's what
I'm going to do next.You bastard.

You know what your husband is
like and what he's capable of.

You remember when you were at
university he was studying at

that grotty little crammer
- his jealousy and his rage and his anger?

Yeah, I bet you wished that you'd finished
that relationship when you were at school.

You must've prayed to god, from
the bottom of your soul that he

wouldn't get his A-levels, so that he wouldn't
follow you to university and you could be free of him.

James is the love of my
life. I missed him very much.

You were terrified of him.

What do you think he did with all that
anger and that rage and that jealousy?

I'll tell you. He met this man, Jason Bloch
and him and Bloch, they found a girl and,

to your husband, that
girl represented you.

In his mind, this girl was
you. Her name's Gemma Morrison.

He raped her and he beat her
senseless and he threw her

ten-year-old brother off the bridge
so there would not be any witnesses.

My husband is a decent man.
Your husband is a decent man?

Do you want to see what that
decent man did to Gemma Morrison?

Look at these photographs, will you?
Because he did this, thinking of you.

These cuts and these bruises, this lifetime
of damage, this was all meant for you.

Now, in a few days I'm going to
charge your husband with murder and

rape and make you an accessory after the fact, and
make Natasha a ward of court. Look at this photograph.

Unless you tell me whether this man
was in your garden five nights ago.

Yes.

Thank you, Mrs Mitcham.

I need you to come in and make
a statement to that effect.

DI Jordan.'This is DCI Mike
Vedder from Professional Standards.

'I have to contact Detective Superintendent
Boyd urgently. What is his location?'

What's this about? 'Ishe at the Cold
Case Unit now? Yes, or no will do.'

I need to know what this is about.
'Listen to me very carefully.

'I'm following up on a serious
allegation that your boss has

'committed a criminal offence
while pursuing an investigation.

'If you obstruct me in any way, DI Jordan,
we will add your name to the inquiry.'

He's on his way back in.

'Thank you. Your assistance
is very much appreciated.'

I never saw him properly,
he was wearing a cap.

He was screaming at me not
to look at him.I understand.

I'm going to show you five passport photographs
of what the suspect would have looked like in 1997.

Well, what if I guess wrong?It's
not the end of the world, right?

You don't have his DNA?
That's my job, Gemma.

I just want you to
focus on the photographs.

Go ahead.

OK. Show me.

Take your time, Gemma.

Front, bitch! Don't
look at my face!

Shaun! No!

It's him. It's him. He raped me.

Are you sure? Yes.
It's him, isn't it?

Will you be able to arrest him, is that enough?Just
give me one second. Don't put yourself at risk.

Excuse me. Detective
Superintendent Boyd?

Yes.DCI Vedder.

We need you to suspend all
investigations as of now.

Just give me one minute.

Why are they telling you to stop? Er,
Gemma...I've identified him. I know you have.

I know you have. I need... You
to give me a little more time.

I know it's going to
be difficult for you but

I want you to be patient.

Is that a yes?

It's OK, Shaun. Everything's
going to be fine.

Right, gentlemen,
let's go through here.

Sorry.

Explain to us why you were seen entering a
house in Manchester while the residents were out.

I'm walking along the street and I see this
man who I thought was acting suspiciously.

He was checking out this house
and then he went round the back.

A man acting suspiciously?

Stick with me. They have
those alleys at the back?

Anyway then the next minute he was gone and I
looked up at the house that he was checking out...

..and I saw that the French windows,
there was a cracked pane of glass.

I went in, expecting there
to have been a burglary.

I checked it all out and,
in the event, I was wrong.

In the event, you were spotted by a neighbour who
clocked your vehicle registration as you fled the scene.

Fled the scene? Come on, there's
got to be a scene to flee.

I'd visited someone
in the street, right?

I'd been dutiful as a policeman,
I was leaving calmly in my car.

There was no scene to flee!

Shaun!

I just need you to give
me a little more time.

I know that's going to be difficult
for you. I want you to be patient.

Is that a yes?

Your methods of investigation
have troubled us for years.

All cases are suspended until our
investigation is complete. No more.

This has to end.

Now!

Shaun?

Shaun!

Shaun!

Stay close, Shaun.
Everything's going to be fine.

What is it? What happened? Gemma!

Get off! Get off me!

Hello?

'Kat, it's Gemma. I hope
you don't mind me calling.'

No, not at all. How can I help?

'I really need to talk to someone.'

Sure. Do you want me to
put you through to Boyd?

'No.'

What's it about, Gemma?

'I don't think I can
do this over the phone.'

OK.

Hi.Hi.

Thanks for coming.

No problem.

Go on through.

DI Maureen Smith, please.

Maureen. Spence.

Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

I think this marriage
is on the rocks.

Can we meet?

What's his name, Kat?

The second suspect.

What did you do to me?

Imported. Illegally
from the States.

But it beats the shit
out of a rape alarm.

Look, I don't want
to hurt you, Kat.

Just tell me his name.Gemma, listen, he's
just a suspect. We don't know he's guilty.

Who do you think
you're talking to, Kat?

You have to let us do this
our way, Gemma, please.

Being raped and left for dead...

It leaves you angry.

No! Gemma!Last chance. I
don't want to do this, Kat.

Then don't! I can't tell you. He has a wife
and a child! What are you doing?! Oh, my God!

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

What I'm saying to you is that you must let go now
of any thought of trying to stop her doing it again.

God!

Phone.What?

Get me a phone!

This is a cool climbing frame.

Have you got it all to
yourself? Yeah. Who are you?

I'm a friend of your dad's.

We work together at the hospital. My daddy's very
clever. Whatever's wrong with you, he can fix it.

Is that right?

Daddy!

She's a very good girl! Very quiet.

Did my brother scream when
you threw him off here?

Cuff yourself to the
wheel of your car.

I almost killed a police
officer to get to you, James.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Run. Run! Get out of here!

Gemma!

Gemma!

Slut!

Stupid bitch!

Turn around! Turn around!

Please... Please.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

Well, that's something.

Did my brother beg for
his life? Did he? Did he?!

No. I don't remember.

I was drunk! You were drunk?

I spent most of my life drunk
but I never killed anyone!

What?You weren't even
worth it. What did you say?

I said you weren't even worth it.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Tash?They're in the car! They're
in the car, they're in there!

They're in there!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Gemma! Gemma! Open the
doors, don't do this!

Don't do this! Open
the doors, please!

You've no idea what my life's is like!Gemma!
Don't do this, please! You lied to me!Please!

Stay in the car. Stay in the car!

Gemma!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

Gemma!
Let me go!

Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy?

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