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Familial DNA has never been used
to identify a suspect.

If we're successful,
we'd be making history.

Because he's not on the database,

let's use his DNA to see
if his relatives are.

They all share a rare marker in
the killer's DNA - a double allele.

Paul Kappen, 26.

On the DNA database after
a conviction for petty theft.

Paul is the son of Joseph Kappen,
who appears on our long list.

Is Joseph in?

Joe's dead.

Yes, this chap - Joseph Kappen -
he's very interesting.

There's a 75% DNA match
between our killer

and our approximation
to Kappen's DNA.

75%?

Well, that's a big margin of error.

Is that good enough?

No, you're right,

it's not good enough.

We're going to do everything we can
to find this man.

I promise you.

Oi! What do you want?!

This is bloody harassment!

You catch this man and what happens?

Communal lounge with a colour telly,

three square meals a day?

That's not punishment, is it?

That's a joke.

Hopefully this won't be too much
of an ask, but, um...

..I'd like to carry out
an exhumation of Joseph Kappen.

I thought we were on the same page?

We were. Since then, I've seen
what 75% certainty looks like

to those closest to the victims.

And it's not enough?

No.

I need to go back to those
three families and, er...

Well, tell them
that after almost 30 years,

we're 100% positive who the killer
of their children is.

And the only way we can do that
is by exhumation.

Now, we owe it to the families,
the community,

we owe it to the officers
who worked on the original case,

but most of all, we owe it
to Pauline, Geraldine and Sandra.

That's a compelling argument, Paul.

You mean you'll back me?

I probably need my head examined,
but, yes, I will.

Thank you.

I mean, this isn't a bit unorthodox,
Paul,

this is bloody unheard of.

So before I go upstairs,
anywhere near upstairs,

I need to know the families
are on board.

Yeah, that won't be a problem.
Including his.

What you said about owing it to
the community, that cuts both ways.

We take one misstep with this,
just one,

and we make an awful
situation worse.

There's going to be a lot of people
on high

and we're going to have to get them
on side, and fast.

How high?

Jackie's taking care of
that side of things.

Fucking hell!

What he said.

What are your concerns?

That we're wrong.

That we exhume Kappen
and it's not him.

I mean, we don't know, do we?

That's why we're doing it,
because we don't know!

75% is just not good enough!

We get that, boss, we do.

I think Phil's worry, and it's one
that I share, is the fallout.

Say we jump through all these hoops,

the top brass, the Home Office,
the victims' families,

Kappen's relatives.

By the time we dig him up,
this will be huge.

All over the press and the telly.
Let me worry about that.

If it's not him, boss, we're not
walk away from this.

Not in a month of Sundays.

Hello, Dai.

Er...there's been a development.
Can we come in?

Too scared to come and tell me
himself, is he?

This is good news, isn't it?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Well, of course it is,
cos we'll know!

And all the people who had
an inkling about Kappen

and looked the other way,
because believe me there were some,

they'll have nowhere to hide.

As I said, me wanting this to happen
with all my heart

and it happening
are two different things.

But for official purposes,
I need your formal blessing.

Well, you have it. A thousandfold.

Denver?

Yes.

Thank you.

dig him up - Joe?

Yes.

And what will you do with him then?

Well, he'll be t... Well, his body
will be taken to a mortuary,

where they'll extract his DNA.

We have a favour to ask, Christine.

What?

Are you still in touch
with Joe's family at all?

I was never in touch with them.

They weren't bad people,

just Joe never made much effort
to introduce me.

He liked keeping things separate.

We need their permission,
that's all.

I exchange Christmas cards
with one of his relatives.

Suzie. I-I think I've got
her number somewhere.

Thanks.

Everything all right, Christine?
I mean, apart from the obvious.

You asking about his family,

and saying he might've killed
Sandra.

Yeah?

The day after Sandra disappeared,

Joe packed a bag and went to visit
his cousins in Lincoln.

That's a very specific memory
to recall after all these years.

He'd only been there once before,
when he was kid.

To Lincoln?

So his going to see them was odd.

And now, with everything going on,

it's made you think about that trip
again. Anew, so to speak?

Yes.

How long was he gone, Christine?

About three weeks.

Just come back on a Friday.

No explanation, no nothing.

And I knew better than to ask
for one.

That's why he's not
in the case papers.

After Sandra, he buggered off
to Lincoln to avoid the knock.

Simple enough tactic, but it worked.

There's no way
she remembered about...

Hey! I know where you're going
with this, and you've got to stop.

Are you saying I'm wrong?

I'm saying, look in
that woman's eyes,

fear, the dread,
and tell me she's not a victim, too.

For all we know, the only thing
Kappen is guilty of

is being a vile human being.

South Wales are basically saying
it's not a police matter.

Not exclusively a police matter,
anyway.

So I said, fine, what additional
permissions do you need?

And they replied,
I kid you not, "Don't know".

Yeah.

I said, is it like gravitas,
you know it when you see it?

They pretty much said yes.

Right, I'll, er...hit the phones,
Please.

Anyone whose blessing we conceivably
need, we get, in writing.

is it?
OK.

If we're wrong,
the DNA doesn't match,

we're not walking away from this.

And that was news to you?

I just get too focused sometimes,
you know.

I miss the wider bloody context.

Well, let me offer you some.
Never mind us.

IF we're wrong, South Wales Police
aren't walking away from this.

Hello, Coroner's Office.

Oh, er...I'd like to speak to
Dr David Osbourne, please.

Can I say who's calling?

Yeah, Detective Inspector
Paul Bethell.

Thank you. I'll just transfer you.

Suzie? Phil Rees. I appreciate
this.

go.
I understand.

But do your relatives know
They do.

Suzie, I thought we said
three or four?

Angus called Mary,
and she called Tony. It snowballed.

Hello there.

Er...I'm Detective Constable
Phil Rees,

and the first thing I want to say
is thank you all for coming.

I've been a detective
for about 30 years now

and I've never had to attend
a meeting remotely like this,

so I can only imagine how unsettling

and upsetting this must be for you.

I need an authority to carry out
an exhumation on human remains.

I see.
The individual's interred

in the Neath Port Talbot district,
I take it?

Yeah, he is.

And in a nutshell,
what's the reason for this request?

In a nutshell, the individual's
a suspected serial killer.

Right. Um...I fear this falls
outside my domain.

So... Um...so, you can't help me?

I didn't say that.

My advice is, contact the
National Coroner's Office in London.

Specifically the Chair.
Professor Stella Chandler.

We have DNA samples
from Joe's ex-wife

and his son and his daughter,

and this has allowed us
to approximate Joe's DNA,

and it's a close match
to our killer's sample.

Close, but no cigar.

As it's an approximation,
we wouldn't expect a full match.

Yeah, but approximate's just
a fancy word for guess, right?

More like an educated guess.

Yeah, but even that's only
a close match to your killer.

It's not a match!

I'm sorry, Professor
Chandler's left the office

and she's away at a conference
for the rest of the week.

Oh. Er...
I'm sorry, what's your name?

My name's Lisa.

Right. You see, the thing is, Lisa,
my situation is time-critical.

I don't doubt that, Inspector.

As in, er...the three victims
have waited almost 30 years.

Pauline, Geraldine and Sandra,
all 16,

all now dead longer than
they were alive.

Give me your number, I'll see
if she can call you on her way home.

Oh, that's...that's much
appreciated. Thank you so much.

If you don't know who the killer is,
how have you got his DNA?

From semen deposits
he left at the scene.

That's how we know that one man
killed all three girls.

Joe couldn't do a thing like that.
Never!

He was always a good stepbrother
to me.

A quiet soul.

Not always easy to read,
but he wasn't mean, he wasn't cruel.

Well, I'm glad you said that,
because this process

is as much about proving
Joe's innocence as his guilt.

Yeah, but all that assumes
we can trust you, your process.

Are you a parent, er...?

Tony.

Yes, I am.

Imagine being the father
of one of these girls, Tony.

Imagine standing in their shoes.

They've had to live with their loss
for almost 30 years.

I think they need answers.

And I think you all need answers,
too.

is buried in a family plot,
which includes my f...

Our father.

I'm aware of that.

I want to be with our father...

..when you take him from the grave.

You can be there
from start to finish, Tony.

Thank you.

Paul Bethell.

Hi, Paul, this is Stella Chandler.

You left me a message?

Er... Oh, hi, Professor.

Thank you so much
for returning my call.

You mind if I put you
on loudspeaker, Professor?

Whatever you need.

OK.

Due to the unique nature
of this case,

you need to submit a report
outlining the circumstances,

rationale
and justification for this request.

Permission from the family
of the victims

and the suspect are desirable,
but not essential.

Yeah, no, that's...that's in hand.

Good.

report, can you give me
some steers?

Basically, set down
everything you can

that helps meet the Home Office's
"in the public interest" threshold.

Because that will supersede any
and all objections and refusals.

OK, got it.

Meantime,
in anticipation of your report,

I'll table this for discussion
at the appropriate level.

Right, thanks, Professor.

Um...can I ask what that level's
likely to be?

Well, the current Home Secretary's
very hands-on.

Keen to be consulted
on all high-profile cases.

I'd be surprised
if he didn't weigh in on this.

Right. So, er...we have to make
this report count, then?

If you persuaded Lisa, I'm sure
you can persuade Mr Blunkett.

Have a good evening, Inspector.

Er...and you, Professor,
and thank...

No pressure.

Ta.

Getting more convictions will
depend on more and better policing.

The Home Secretary announced extra
police officers

for England and Wales,

and made clear where the government
expects to see them.

And we will ensure that
they're on the beat, doing the job,

out there, visible, available,

for everyone to see
the results of a Labour government

investing in a police service
that is reformed and is working.

Once more into the breach.

Yeah. Well, if I can just
get to 500, it'll look better.

Nice round number.

Hey, don't forget your sandwiches.

Hello. Huh!

Um...you probably
don't remember me.

No, of course I remember you,
Mr Hughes.

Denver, please.

Denver.

Um, I don't suppose...?

You wouldn't have time
for a cup of tea, would you?

Thank you.

Ah!

Um... Ahem!

I'd...I'd...I'd really just like
to say, um...

..well done on all you've achieved.

Becoming the head
and turning the school around.

We've followed your progress
over the years, and...well...

..it's nice to see you doing so well
and making a difference.

Well, it's very much a team effort,
but thank you, Mr Hughes.

Denver.

If...if one of us sees
something in the paper,

we...we always read it out,
and, er...well...

It sounds daft, I know, but, er...
we feel proud.

Hmm!

is...?

It's Jean, isn't it?

Yes, yes. Oh, she's, er...

..she's in good health, thank you.

I see her around,
doing her...campaign.

Yes, yes. Well, it, um...

..it, um...keeps her busy,
you know.

Sure.

Um...sometimes we've seen you
in the town, and, um...

..I thought that, um...

..perhaps you didn't want to speak
to us.

No. No, that wasn't it. Not at all.

I-I just didn't know what to say.

I thought...

I worried that seeing me...

..would remind you of Geraldine.

Oh, we...

..we like being
reminded of Geraldine.

Of course.

I think I told myself
that walking on

and pretending I hadn't seen you

would be best for everyone.

Easiest.

I think...I think I was a bit of
a coward, Mr Hughes.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

What do you think?

I think it'll be good to know.

Yes.

That's what Jean says.

Jackie?

The man from the Home Office
says yes.

Really?!

That... Er... Fuck! Huh!

That was pretty much my reaction.

Speak soon. Bye.

Hey? It's happening.

We're exhuming.

Fucking hell! Well done, boss.

Team effort. Right, Phil?

Right, two types of busy -
practical and presentational.

Geraint, we need the best forensic
anthropologist money can buy.

I've made a list, but, er...they're
not all going to be available.

Right.

Oh, and Phil, I need you to arrange
a press conference, soon as.

What? Before we've got the DNA?
Yeah, soon as.

Isn't it better to wait...?

What - wait till we get confirmation
it is Kappen before we go public?

That was my first instinct.
But, um...I did a bit of research.

OK.

About a year ago, a high-profile
exhumation took place in Dublin.

Basically, the SIO's told us to not
make the same mistake as them.

Well,
keeping the whole thing under wraps.

No press release, nothing.

Totally.

They thought they were being clever.

Started digging on the stroke
of midnight, but it was chaos.

You had uniform chasing
photographers through the graveyard,

you had reporters
hidden behind gravestones.

The tabloids even hired a bloody
chopper to buzz them all night.

Better to have 'em inside the tent
pissing out.

That's exactly the phrase they used!

Aren't we just be putting a massive
target on our back, though?

Phil, full press conference.
Kitchen sink, both taps.

We'll take some questions now,
please.

Phil Blunt, South Wales Chronicle.

No doubt you agree that exhuming
someone from their grave

is a pretty drastic measure.

We certainly do.
As you're going down this road,

can I assume that everyone
you've visited

has given a DNA sample
and been eliminated?

There are still a number
of individuals

who require further investigation.

We are actively pursuing multiple
lines of inquiry to that end.

I understand there's a local man
who's refused to provide a sample.

You treating him as a suspect?

I can only repeat,

we are still pursuing
multiple lines of inquiry.

I'm sure you can understand
why I can't say more.

Shouldn't you eliminate
this man before you go any further?

Specifically, before you ruin
the lives of an entire family

by exhuming their loved one?

You'll appreciate this decision
has not been taken lightly.

Beyond that, we do not intend to
discuss details

of a live investigation.
Next question, please.

Well, how...how does he know
about Willoughby?!

Calm down, boss.
Well, who fucking told him?!

He's fishing, that's all.

Well, he's definitely
fucking caught something!

What are you saying - one of us
shot our mouth off to Phil Blunt?

I'm saying I want an explanation!

Anyone could've tipped him off.
Er...no, they couldn't.

No way!

Paranoid loners do not do publicity.

What about getting us
to park on the green,

half the street watching?
That was pretty public.

You're very quiet, Phil.

Willoughby.

Why won't he give us a sample?
What's he got to hide?

People refuse
for all sorts of reasons.

Fear of the police, fear of
what we'll do with their DNA.

Yeah,
or they're just awkward bastards,

which I'm certain is the case
with Willoughby.

You're letting Blunt
get inside your head, Phil.

What, and you haven't?!

Practically accusing us
of leaking to the bastard!

All right! All right.

I was out of order.

So, tell us, what do you think
we should do, Phil?

The way I see it is if it's not
Kappen, it's Willoughby.

It has to be. So we need a Plan B
ready to go

in case Kappen's not a match.

We need Willoughby's DNA!

It's not going to happen.

We've got a to-do list
that's a mile long

that we have to get through between
now and the exhumation.

And I don't want
split focus from either of you two.

Jackie?

Split focus versus tunnel vision.

Give me split focus any day.

We've got to save him from himself.

Hello. Detective Constable
Phil Rees.

Hi, Phil. I've got that info
you asked for regarding Willoughby.

And whatever the results
of the exhumation, rest assured,

we will be communicating them
to the victims' families

and the public as soon as possible.

Who is she bloody kidding?

achieve,
digging this man up?

Won't bring Sandra back,
won't change anything.

Just drag it out
for a few more years

so they can look busy
and the press can sell their papers.

What is it?

I need this, Pat.

I need this.

Everyone who gets into my cab,
first thing I do

is I eyeball them in the mirror.

I'm looking for clues.

Little telltale signs
that they know who I am. Hm?

That they've heard the stories,
the rumours

about a cabbie from Neath
who murdered his stepdaughter.

Who cares about rumours?

The DNA proved you were innocent.

The DNA proved nothing.

What do you mean?

Nothing's changed.

What am I supposed to do -
carry a letter around with me

for the rest of my life?

"There you go, I didn't do it,

"so say South Wales Police
Constabulary."

Pat, I've got to be free of this,
and so do you.

You...you said everything would
drag on, but the opposite is true.

If we know, then maybe we can
draw a line under things.

But it's not about forgetting Sandra
or pretending it never happened,

it's about...

..how we make the most of the time
that we've got left.

What you said about your customers,

checking in the mirror -
is that true?

Huh!

Rain coming?

Nothing forecast, as far as I know.

Like you haven't checked.

First name terms with
the Met Office, me.

That'd be funny if it wasn't true.

Tony, Suzie, this is the boss,
Paul Bethell.

It's nice to meet you. Um...

..I'm just so sorry
about the circumstances.

Your father will be reburied
within 36 hours, you have my word.

Come on, love.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

I've been doing a bit of digging
and I need you to make a pit stop.

Willoughby.

His last job was as greenkeeper
at Cwmnedd Golf Club.

He left under a bit of cloud,

and they're still waiting for him
to clear his locker.

DNA.

It's up our sleeve, isn't it,
if it's not Kappen?

And the best bit is, we don't need
What about Paul?

I'll worry about Paul.

They're waiting for you, OK?

OK.

Colin.

Thought I'd get here early.
Calm before the storm.

This is our forensic anthropologist,
Sylvia Kambray.

DI Paul Bethell.

It's you we have to blame
for all this, is it?

Bit of a challenge here.

Kappen's in the middle.

Above him,
stepfather Vicente Richelle,

and below him, grandfather Herbert.

The graves either side are close,
but not worryingly so.

put Vicente straight
in there to avoid contamination.

If Vicente's coffin
and body are...

..ill-preserved, his remains could
contaminate Kappen's coffin.

Then your DNA will be
fatally compromised.

The task is to excavate
down the sides

without damaging the coffin, then
slide the lifting straps underneath.

So...

..making a night of it, are we?

Huh!

You know, this thing is wired
to your unit in the car park.

It's a lot warmer in there.

Trying to get rid of me, Colin?

Ha! All part of the service, Paul.

Gentlemen?

All right...!

DC Geraint Bale.

Your colleague said
you'd be here hours ago.

Can I come in, please, Mr...?

Webber. Rhys Webber.

It's your big night tonight,
up by the cemetery?

That's right.

Waste of taxpayers' money,
if you ask me. Man's dead.

No, thank you.

So, what was Willoughby like?

Ah, he just wasn't suited
to a place like this.

Kind of clientele we attract.

Sure, he was just the caretaker,
but, er...

to
interface with the members, right?

Hmm!

funny?

Having met Mr Willoughby,

I can imagine that customer
relations were not his strong suit.

Huh! That's an understatement.

Let's see his locker, then.

OK, folks, important we get
the father in the remedial coffin

quickly and cleanly.

Breakage and gravity
are our enemies.

If he is our man, we're showing him
a damn sight more respect

Yeah.

On three. One, two, three...

OK, stop! Stop!

What is it? What's happening?!
Er...it's all right.

The, um...compacted soil
underneath the coffin

is producing a suction effect.

Let's try again, slowly.

That's it.

Steady.

There he is!

Yes.

Er...we need to proceed
with extreme caution.

I want to shore up the sides
with planks.

This will take hours, not minutes,

should anyone want to go home,
grab some kip.

That's an offer I can't refuse.

Well, I'll update you first thing.

Hmm?

None of this'd be happening if you
weren't such a stubborn bastard.

I'd prefer "single-minded"
but, you know, I'll take it.

Single-minded's not a compliment
in my book.

You've worked here a long time.

This was my first job.

Assistant caddy. Worked my way up.

Thank you.
I'll stop by on my way out.

You, er...never told me
your interest in Willoughby?

No, I didn't.

Never showed me
a search warrant either.

Don't need one.

You've invited me in.

Inside?
Yeah. Let me tell them first.

Your father's here.

Sorry, Dad!

I'm sorry!

All right, boss?

It's nice of you to show.

Excuse me, um...could you tell me

where I could find
DCI Bethell, please?

Just behind the tent there
No problem.

Just coffee in here, right?

Of course, Inspector.

There's some sandwiches there
Ta.

Thanks, Karina. For everything,
you know, not just...

That's what I thought
you meant.

Kate called. She said she might...

Sorry, it can wait.

No, go on. What did she say?

She said she's been seeing
someone at work,

and she might bring him round
on Sunday.

Oh, right. OK, great.

I know you always thought
you came second,

or at least that's
how I made you feel.

Paul...

fine.

So, this, um...someone from
the office, has he got a name?

Brian.

Brian?

Brian?!

Who in God's name calls their kids
Brian in this day and age?!

Poor bugger!

Brian!

The town of Port Talbot
awaits the exhumation tonight

of suspected serial killer
Joseph Kappen.

The man they called
the Saturday Night Strangler.

Kappen, who the police believe
raped and killed

three local girls in the 1970s,

evaded capture at the time, before
dying of lung cancer in 1990.

If successfully removed,

Kappen's body will be taken to
a local mortuary

for DNA extraction,

in the hope of ending three
decades of uncertainty.

I, er...think we're ready.

That's him.

Bloody hell! You didn't arrange that
as well, did you?

Not me, Colin.

OK, folks, on three.

One, two, three.

..To exhume the remains
of suspected serial killer,

Joseph Kappen.

A team of detectives and scientists
worked through the night,

watched by local media
and crowds of onlookers.

It's expected his remains
will be taken to a local...

Right, home.

Sita?

Yes, OK.

Well, the suit has lasted well.

That's M&S quality.

Size nine.

Yeah, we found a size nine
shoeprint on Pauline's handbag.

Well, we'll set about
the DNA extraction.

You know what I'm going to ask you?

A week, maybe less.

it OK if we come
and get out the wind?

Cheers, mate.

This is where you came
that night.

With the girls.

We were sat over there.

We were still so young and innocent.

Never had more than a shandy
or a Babycham.

Couldn't afford it,
apart from anything.

Oh, my God, but we loved
the clubbing!

The flirting,
the attention on the dance floor.

Hmm!

'Course, I get now
why Dad was worried.

To be safe and to be free?

Yeah, he thought
you couldn't have it both ways.

And I railed against that.
I still do.

I try to empower the girls
at school, try to empower Maya.

Tell them not to be scared.

To enjoy their freedom.

To fucking relish it!

But I know better than anyone,
it's not that simple.

Hmm.

Men!

Yeah.

Yeah.

If you want to boil it down.

I'd seen this blue dress
in Pauline's shop.

God!

I wanted that dress for weeks!

Oh!

I love it!

What do I owe you?

Is next weekend OK?
I-I had to pay someone back.

Come on!
Sita, she's out of pocket now.

Geraldine...
I said I'd pay her next weekend.

It's fine!
Just ask your dad, he's loaded.

He's not loaded.
My mam says he is. He's management.

I get my wage same as you, OK?
Nothing on top.

It just seems wrong.

You bang on about that dress
for days...

Geraldine, please...!
Fuck off, Geraldine! Just fuck off!

I'll pay you on Monday, all right?

Friendships are so intense
at that age.

The argument was about nothing,

but it changed everything.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

You went back in.
You made up with her!

Yeah, but if we hadn't have rowed,
I wouldn't have gone outside

and then Dad wouldn't have seen
Stop! Stop!

Friends fall out,

dads worry about their daughters.

Even if you hadn't made up
with Geraldine, so what?

So what? It's...life!

And then one very bad man,

do
do.

You can't blame your dad...

..and you cannot blame yourself.

I will pay you back Pauline,
I promise.

We bought you a drink.
Knew you'd be back.

I'm rubbish at sulking.

Barman's got his eyes on you,
No, he doesn't!

She's young enough to be
Geraldine!

you!

You, out!

What have I said about
hanging around in pubs?!

not drinking or anything!
I'm not talking to you!

What the hell are you wearing?!

It's been almost 30 years

since Pauline Floyd
and Geraldine Hughes

were murdered after leaving
the Top Rank in Swansea.

Having failed to bring the killer
to justice at the time,

South Wales Police
are again under pressure

to give more details
about Operation Magnum,

which led directly
to last week's exhumation.

Detective Superintendent
Jackie Roberts

has said the force
would be led by the evidence.

Can I have a word, Phil?

I heard that, er...Geraint
was at the golf club,

bagging Willoughby's stuff.

The reason I'm asking you
and not him

is cos I'm guessing you sent him.

I mean, 'course, if I'm wrong...
Yeah, I sent him.

On the night of the exhumation?

If you're waiting for an apology,
you're wasting your breath.

Is that right?

How many Austin 1100s did we look at
back in the day?

It's not
that you'd disobey an order or...

10,000 cars...
..it's the fact that...

Tunnel vision...
..you chose that particular night...

Tell me that wasn't...
then you fucking roped in...

The 1100 wasn't a lead,

it was a ten-ton ball and chain!

But by the time we twigged,
it was too late.

Morale was gone, the money was gone,
Hello?

Willoughby is our Plan B, and we
need one, Paul, we bloody need one!

No.

You are not an easy man to like,
never mind work for,

but give me some credit
for bloody trying, will you?

You call it going behind your back,
I call it having your back.

But if you can't see it that way,
we'll have to agree to disagree.

Colin Dark's on the phone.

I've put him on hold.

Hello, Colin,
you're on speakerphone.

Come in. Sit down, sit down.
Er...take your time.

Right. So, er...we have
some good news,

and of course, we wanted you
to hear it first

before it's announced publicly.

The DNA confirms that Joseph Kappen

did kill Geraldine, Pauline
and Sandra.

There's absolutely no doubt.

I just hope this...this news
brings you, um...

Well, I won't say closure,
but some form of peace of mind.

Geraldine!

I woke up this morning,
it was so clear in my head!

I'd tell them about the match,
they'd be pleased.

Grateful all our efforts
had come to fruition.

Denver would shake my hand.
I'd even get a hug from Jean.

They'd be relieved it was all over.

Hey, you did your best.

You did your best,
and no-one can ask for more.

I wonder if they'll get round
to sorting them out now we're going.

What?

The weeds in the car park.

What a weird thing to worry about.

That is pretty weird, Phil.

I spent three months in a car
with him.

I deserve a commendation just
Yeah, go on, bugger off.

What happened?
Save us all a lot of grief.

I'll write it down,
all you got to do is sign it.

Make it easy for yourself, Dai.
Make it easy for Pat.

Stop it!
No, you stop it, Dai, right now!

You were just doing your job.

I can see that now.

Well, I'm sure I could've done it
better, but, um...thank you, Dai.