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[daunting music]

[music intensifies]

[upbeat house music]

Can I get five beers?

Whoa, boys!

Oh, my God! I'm so sorry.

Actually...

maybe I'm not sorry.

[she laughs]

Where you from?

Blackrock.

Dublin.

But I'm N17 sides now.

Mmm...

So...

you going to be lucky for me tonight, Irish?

I don't know. Maybe.

Who you here with?

You best tell your lickle boyfriend he's a bit too far east.

He's not my boyfriend.

What's he here for then?

You can tell me.

Mm-mm.

Looking to expand business.

-What business? -He's got customers.

Tottenham, Wood Green, Manor House.

Even looking at moving into Enfield.

It's just, he needs a bigger supplier.

Now how am I gonna sleep tonight if I don't know your name?

Kash.

Lisa.

So...

if I do business with them...

do you come as part of the deal?

[siren wails in the distance]

Hey...

[dub reggae plays]

What the fuck are you looking at?

-[loud bang] -Armed police! Stay down!

-Armed police! Stay where you are! -Shit!

[woman] Get the fuck out of here!

[police shouting]

Dubz!

Dubz, let me in!

[all shouting]

-[woman] Just fucking leave me! -Right, you're under arrest!

[shouting continues]

Fuck! Fuck!

Get your fucking hands off me!

Fuck!

Uhh!

-Aagh! -[policeman shouting]

Fucking pig!

[Kash] Hey, Irish!

Thought you were gonna be lucky for me?

[sighs] You took your time.

[engine starts]

[water running]

[police officer] You've all worked your arses off on this one.

Don't think that's gone unnoticed.

This team's been trying to infiltrate...

the TMC for a while now.

I know there has been pressure on all of us, from all sides.

For 18 months, we've been trying to get inside those fortified doors,

so what we achieved last night is off the scale.

The equivalent of busting through a New York latch single-handed.

Inside that room were enough AK47's and ammunition

to take out half of Tottenham.

We seized over twenty K worth of crack.

We have Mark Bailey, aka Kash,

and Adio Campbell, aka Toxic,

with their fingerprints on the gear, which is a bloody first.

[laughter]

They'll both be charged and are tucked up safely in Brixton waiting a court date.

And all this...

thanks to one fearless officer,

someone who always goes over and above to get the job done.

De Costa.

On your feet, please.

[laughter]

-Round of applause for the man. -No need, honestly, guv.

I just did what any one of you would do.

[applause continues]

All right, all right!

Very good. De Costa...

Borough Commander wants to see you tomorrow morning, 10:00am.

Well done, sunshine.

-[officers] Whoa! -[De Costa chuckles]

[applause continues]

[siren wails in the distance]

[De Costa chuckles]

[men chatting indistinctly]

[baby gurgling, woman laughs]

-Look who it is? -Hi.

Go on then. Can I have a little cuddle?

Ah! [whooshing]

-[Lucy] So how bad was it then? -[Ellie] Oh!

Seventeen hours of bad. Thought I'd never walk again.

Oi, Ellie, don't be giving all them lot baby fever, yeah?

Otherwise there'll be no one left in the office to make my tea.

And there'll be no one to spit in it either, isn't that right?

-[chuckling] -Told ya!

Oh, as much as I'd love to cuddle you all day, sweetheart,

Aunty Sadie's got a shit tonne of paperwork to get done.

[Lucy] Coochie-coo!

[De Costa] Oi...

so one of the Wombles called while you were out here bitching.

They want to see you about that Rachel Nickell murder.

[Nick Ross] On Wimbledon Common in south-west London

a young mother, Rachel Nickell, was repeatedly stabbed.

It appears to be a random killing,

which, of course, makes it extremely hard...

[male reporter] In a ferocious attack, she was sexually assaulted and stabbed.

Her two-year-old son was found clinging to her body.

[female reporter] Her murder has sent shock waves through the country.

An unsuspecting young woman murdered in a busy, open space in broad daylight.

[male reporter] Police officers described the murder

as one of the most horrific they'd ever had to deal with.

They began an extensive search of the Common to find a murder weapon.

Public horror was made...

[male reporter 2] Pressure is mounting on police who have still not made

a single arrest in the hunt for Rachel's killer.

Local residents, fearing for their safety, are demanding action.

One police officer described it

as the most horrific and frenzied attack he had ever seen.

[chatter and phones ringing]

Yeah, I know we're seven months in, sir, but this is going to work.

Yes, absolutely.

Just the Yard sign off and we're good to go.

Just... just give this a chance, please.

Guv.

Sadie?

Keith Pedder. This way, please.

You come highly recommended by SO10.

Have a seat.

Well, you certainly fit the brief.

And you're SIO on Rachel Nickell's murder.

It's a feeding frenzy.

The tabloids are obsessed with Rachel.

She was beautiful.

Thanks to the press coverage, I've generated 5,000 lines of inquiry,

1,200 witness statements and 4,000 contacts with the public.

We've got an 1,100 acre crime scene, no forensics,

and the only witness was a two-year-old kid.

We need a break.

So how's a covert officer gonna help?

Have you heard of offender profiling?

-Like the FBI? -Yeah. Exactly.

I asked two criminal profilers,

Robert Ressler from the FBI and English profiler Professor Paul Britton

to examine the evidence, the crime scene.

Both came back with virtually identical profiles for the killer.

The minute I walked into his flat,

I could see it matched the profile.

-Colin Stagg? -He's a near perfect match,

but that's not why we arrested him.

When that went out on Crimewatch,

half the estate rang in to name him.

I've got two witnesses that put him five minutes from the scene

when he claims he was at home with a headache

watching a quiz show that wasn't even on.

That's what he did to her.

The killer sexually assaulted Rachel Nickell.

He stabbed her 49 times.

All in front of her little boy.

Professor Britton's very sure about one thing.

This isn't over.

He will kill again.

We've got nothing but circumstantial evidence against Stagg.

That's why we need your help, Sadie.

How?

We asked Professor Britton if he could design an undercover op,

based on his analysis of the murderer's deviant sexuality,

one that would either eliminate Stagg from the inquiry

or where he may further implicate himself.

We're calling it Operation Edzell.

The operation will give Stagg the space

to build a relationship with a covert officer

and, if he's guilty, reveal his involvement.

We want to put you right at the heart of it.

What would you want me to do?

Become part of Colin Stagg's world.

Gain his trust, play to what drives him.

We need you to indulge his darkest fantasies.

[DI Pedder] This job requires a very special officer, Sadie.

I'd like you to go and meet Professor Britton.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Professor Britton?

I'm DC Sadie Byrne.

I'm from SO10.

Sit, please.

Can I offer you a cup of tea, coffee?

Er, tea, please.

Milk and one.

Do you prefer the milk added first or last?

Last.

Would you like me to stir it for you

or would you prefer to stir it yourself?

I don't mind.

Interesting.

Mr Pedder said that you would explain the operation?

Why did you choose undercover?

There are agencies to take men down for their crimes.

I mean, what woman wouldn't jump at the chance?

I read your profile.

It suggests that our killer is a man with a powerful...

deviant sexual fantasy life.

Two years ago, Colin Stagg sent an unsolicited sexual fantasy

to a woman called Tracy Hynes,

in response to her advertisement in a lonely hearts' column.

"I couldn't help spying on you

and what I saw you do really made my day.

To see you wank yourself like that,

really turned me on

and I was wondering if you would do it again right in front of me

so I can see up close.

Smiling she says to me, 'Undo my skirt,'

which I quickly do and we are both naked.

She's getting so hot and excited, I can't wait any longer.

I grab her and push her face down into the grass,

forcing myself into her."

It's a common sexual fantasy - sex outdoors.

Why do you think it interests me?

There's similarities between the attack on Wimbledon Common.

He uses violence.

He wants to punish and humiliate her.

Just like Rachel Nickell's killer.

This gives us a glimpse into Stagg's fantasy world.

It also gives us the perfect way in for you.

-A way in? -We want you to write to him.

You play the part of Tracy Hynes' friend.

You saw the letter she found so offensive, but...

it didn't offend you.

Rather it aroused you.

Mr Pedder seems pretty certain that Stagg is your man.

Mr Pedder is a detective.

I'm a psychologist.

But if he's right,

then you are going to be dealing with an extremely dangerous man,

a predator.

Well, I've handled myself face to face with armed Yardies,

I think I can handle a pen and paper.

I don't think you've crossed paths with a man like this before.

The sort of man who can only become aroused by dominating a woman.

Who derives pleasure from her fear,

from her total compliance

and utter humiliation.

A man... sexually aroused by the feeling

of a knife in his hand,

and the sight, sound and smell

as that knife slices human flesh.

[whispering] You've got beautiful blue eyes, Sadie.

Well done.

I think you're up to the task.

What exactly is the task?

To make Stagg fall in love with you.

[siren wails in the distance]

Sade!

Sadie!

Be honest.

How old do I look?

Twenty...

-ish.

And from behind?

-Younger. -Good.

He likes them young. Last one was 16.

I swear to God, if he don't pick me tonight and Keira gets him tomorrow...

Oh?

So you're off then, are you?

Your best mate has been seconded to the Rachel Nickell case.

You gonna wish me luck?

Come here.

Yes!

Oh, you lucky cow!

Enjoy it, mate.

-Get to work, you tramp. Go on! -[Lucy giggles]

Hey!

What about me?

Don't get raped!

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[chatter, phones ringing]

Come on.

Sadie?

[sighs heavily]

This is not a trap.

This operation has been designed to allow Colin Stagg

to either implicate himself in Rachel Nickell's murder or...

eliminate himself from the inquiry.

If he shares the same sexual deviancy as the murderer, he will reveal it.

I've been through every detail with the Yard

and they've agreed to it, right to the top,

lawyers included.

How long d'you think it's gonna take?

It should take between two to six weeks to establish a rapport

and once the fantasy exchange has started

you should have gone the rest of the way within two months.

What if he hasn't revealed any details about the murder by then?

Then he's either got nothing to hide or he is never going to reveal it.

The important thing is you must never put words in his mouth or ideas in his head.

You must only react to his cues.

Stagg must make the first move at every stage.

And we do not know where it will end, Sadie.

But it starts with your letter introducing yourself as Tracy Hynes' friend.

We're hoping that you'll build a relationship with Stagg as a pen pal.

We'll write the letters,

but the content will be guided and approved by the Professor.

You'll need to memorise your cover story to the finest detail.

Childhood, school, family, friends.

Yeah, I'm used to that.

You'll play the part of a disturbed young woman

with a dark secret in her past, looking for a certain kind of man.

Dark secret?

A history of involvement in a Satanic cult.

You'll befriend Stagg and let it be known that you are...

open-minded.

You know you are different from other women but you can't explain why

and you're trying to find out if he feels the same way.

Critically...

you must not express any interest in Rachel Nickell's murder.

If Stagg mentions it, you will show a...

a passing curiosity but no more.

You can only engage him after he's brought up Rachel...

three times.

And you must never introduce any violently aggressive or sadistic fantasies

into the conversation, these too must come from Stagg.

You did realise this was going to be more than just writing letters?

Well, I didn't think you were just after me for my handwriting skills, did I?

[thunder rumbles, rain pours]

[Sadie] "Dear Colin, I hope you're not offended by this intrusion

as we've never met before,

but I feel like I have known you for years.

You may remember writing to a woman called Tracy Hynes.

Tracy was an old friend of mine and a while ago when I stayed with her,

while she was out, I read a letter that you sent her.

I hope you remember because this letter has been on my mind

and it interests me greatly.

I find myself thinking of you a lot.

I would be very interested in getting to know you

and writing to you again.

P.S...

My name is Lizzie."

[thunder rumbles]

So I haven't washed in a week, right?

I pissed on some clothes, put them in some plastic bags.

I mean, they stink!

I look horrendous, like proper crackhead vibes,

but I'm in there with him.

I have him right where I want him and he's about to sell me the gear.

Then he just stops and stares at me.

Cos I've thought of everything, right, my shoes, my clothes,

my legends, everything and I think it's perfect.

But he's noticed one little thing.

Nice teeth.

No crackhead has teeth that clean.

And just like that, the whole op was fucked!

So, I'm checking everything, every little detail.

But I'll be fucked if I make another mistake like that again.

So you ready?

Go!

How old are you?

28.

What's your star sign?

Scorpio.

Good. Where do you go out?

Dublin.

Who do you live with?

I live alone. I like my own company.

Do you work?

-No, I'm cat sitting. -Do you like animals?

I love animals, especially cute little fluffy ones.

-Favourite song? -"Real Wild Child", Iggy Pop.

Biggest fear?

Spiders.

What do you look for in a man?

Snap.

You gotta go deeper.

And maybe it's a bit dumb blonde with the fluffy animals and arachnophobia.

I mean, Rachel Nickell was proper smart. She went to grammar school.

Yeah, but he didn't know that, did he?

He didn't look her and see like, "Oh, I'm into her brains," did he?

No, but if he watches the news, he knows now.

I'd work a legend that feels a bit closer to Rachel. Play her a bit smarter.

If they're right about this man, he's going to kill again.

I mean, this isn't dealers or nonces, is it?

You're bait for Rachel Nickell's killer.

I know what I've signed up for.

-Do you? -Yeah.

Do you?

Cos it's a different world, Sadie.

Neither of us have done a job like this before.

Everyone and his dog's got his eyes on this one.

All I care about is keeping you safe.

Well, then we better go again. Shall we?

[Colin Stagg] "Dear Lizzie,

thank you so much for your letter,

which I read with great interest.

I think we have a lot in common.

I live a quiet life with my dog, Brandy.

We like walking over the local park.

I'm five foot seven with dark hair.

I do a bit of weight training.

I don't like being told how to live my life.

We must each find our own paths to travel along.

I do not like people who are closed-minded.

[Colin and Sadie's voices merge] Small minds, small intelligence.

I can if you want enclose a personal letter with this one

about a fantasy I've had since you've wrote to me. Love, Colin."

He enclosed it. The fantasy.

So he gives Lizzie the option and then he takes it away.

He's already trying to control her.

Which may or may not be significant.

It rather depends on the content of the fantasy.

"We're in my garden on a hot summer's night.

Luckily all the neighbours are in bed, so no one can see us.

The thought that someone might excites us both.

You lay on the warm damp grass holding my hand.

I sit astride you s...

slowly masturbating myself as I stroke your hair.

You're laying there smiling.

I would very much like it if I could send you letters like this one

about my fantasies, about us being together. Love, Colin."

Sex outdoors, being watched.

It's an unexceptional fantasy,

nothing more than you'd find in a gentleman's magazine.

There's nothing in it to suggest he's our killer.

But he's taken the bait, hasn't he?

He's writing fantasies to her from the off.

Let's write back.

[Professor] It's too soon.

We'll wait a week.

What about his request, about a photograph of Lizzie?

Well, he might get suspicious if we don't send it.

I think maybe it's time we show him who Lizzie James really is.

[music plays: "Connected" by Stereo MC's]

-♪ If you make sure you're connected -[she sings along]

♪ The writing's on the wall

♪ But if your mind's neglected... ♪

Right, I picked this colour out for you. Let's have a look.

Nice. Got a special occasion coming up?

Promotion.

Hey! Congratulations!

Hey, they won't recognise you.

Big change.

That's exactly what I want.

♪ I see through you

-Lizzie James is here. - ♪ I see through you

♪ I see through you Oh, yeah

♪ I'm gonna get myself I'm gonna get myself

♪ I'm gonna get myself connected... ♪

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two...

"Dear Colin.

Your letter was certainly enlightening

and I enjoyed reading your story.

If I closed my eyes, I could almost feel you sat astride me

and feel your weight pressing me into the grass.

You really write well

and I bet this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to your thoughts.

There's a lot more to you than meets the eye, Colin.

I'm sure your fantasies hold no bounds

and you are as broad-minded and uninhibited as me.

Write soon, Colin.

I can't wait to get your letters in my little hands.

Love, Lizzie."

[male reporter] Colin Stagg was a self-styled pagan.

He'd been on the Common that morning and resembled an early photofit.

[man] When they went round to speak to him, they found an altar...

[female reporter] A man arrested in connection with the murder of

Rachel Nickell on Wimbledon Common has been released after

being questioned for two days.

29-year-old Colin Stagg appeared at Wimbledon Magistrates' Court today and...

[siren wails in the distance]

[male reporter] The brutal murder of Rachel Nickell

in front of her two-year-old son in July shocked the nation.

The 23-year-old former model was walking her dog

with Alex on Wimbledon Common in broad daylight when the killer struck.

Police described the murder as one of the most horrific they've ever...

Hi.

[door opens and shuts]

It's good to see you again, Sadie.

Are you keeping well?

Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.

We received... another letter this morning.

He enclosed another fantasy.

Sadie?

"I will grab you by your hair and drag you screaming into my bedroom.

I will rip your clothes off.

I ask you...

I'll make you pay for being a dirty slut as I force you to your knees."

Can you just read that?

"To your knees...

I place a stool in front of you and force... you over it.

I take a leather belt from my drawer.

I place it over your mouth and hold each end pulling your head upwards..."

This goes way beyond control and humiliation.

He wants to hurt Lizzie.

It's a clear escalation.

The violence here...

is more extreme than that carried out by individuals who...

derive pleasure from symbolic enactments

of deviant and submissive sexual roles.

Yes.

He ends it,

"I hope this is what you wanted."

What woman would want that?

It is a clear indication of the deviant sexuality predicted of Rachel's killer,

I grant you.

But it isn't of the specific nature of the violence exhibited in the murder itself.

There's no mention of a knife.

Exactly.

[Colin] "Dear Lizzie.

I'd love to know more about what happened in your past.

You've got me wondering about your secret now.

I want to dominate you, take your body as my play thing.

I want to and will give you a fucking good sorting out.

You need a damn good fucking by a real man and I'm the one to do it.

By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to be so sore.

I'm going to make you work hard for me. You'll be my sex slave.

I want every fantasy of yours in my mind,

every kinky detail, every randy thought.

Anything you want, you'll get.

By God, you will get it.

I'm gonna make sure you're screaming in agony when I abuse you.

I am gonna destroy your self-esteem."

[Pedder] Ah, good evening.

Thank you for coming at this late notice. I know you're all incredibly busy.

Sir, it's good to see you.

Okay, now we want to move this forward.

The letters are working and Stagg is, erm...

Lights, please.

Er, Stagg is starting to reveal his true self through his fantasies.

But we think the chance of a confession is unlikely to come in writing

and that's why, with your permission,

we want to move Operation Edzell to the next stage.

All right, love.

[sighs heavily]

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

-[tape recorder clicks] -[phone rings]

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

Hello?

[shaky breathing]

[Colin] Hello?

Is that Lizzie?

Hello?

-[more insistent] Hello? -[she sighs]

Hello. How are you? Is that Colin?

I'm so glad you called.

I'm really nervous.

I feel like a 16-year-old schoolkid.

Oh...

Are you nervous?

Yeah.

I'm out of breath. Sorry.

I had to run to get the phone.

Oh?

Well, I'm glad we broke the ice and got that out of the way.

Yeah.

I'm so glad you called.

There's so much that I want to... talk to you about.

[Colin breathes shakily]

Yeah, you keep saying in your letters.

I'm... I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm so sorry if you think I'm dragging you up the garden path.

It's just...

It will be so much more easier to talk...

than write it down, you know.

I understand, yeah.

So this secret in your past you keep going on about?

What is it?

I really wanna know what it is, Lizzie?

[puffs heavily]

[door slams]

[daunting music]

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