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(RADIO BEEPS TO ANNOUNCE NEWS)

MALE NEWSREADER 1:
The father of
a teenage girl, Leanne Wray,

who went missing
nearly a month ago,

has again appealed
for information as
to her whereabouts.

MALE NEWSREADER 2:East
Yorkshire Police were today
refusing to formally link

the disappearance
of a teenage girl
from the north of the city

with four other girls who have
gone missing in the past year.

And there is speculation
that a serial killer
may be responsible.

FEMALE NEWSREADER:Families of
the five missing girls,

local MPs and
community leaders

are today demanding
answers from the police

as to why their
investigation
appears to have
reached a dead end.

MALE NEWSREADER 3:
As fears grow
over the disappearance

of yet another teenage girl,

local schools and
youth organisations
are joining together

to warn young
women of the dangers
of walking home alone.

(DOG BARKING)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(COUPLE ARGUING, MUFFLED)

(WOMAN SCREAMING,
GLASS SHATTERING)

(GASPS)

(DOG BARKING)

(RINGING TONE)

(CHATTERING ON RADIO,
INDISTINCT)

MAN OVER RADIO:
Control to 2646.
Come in, 2646.

2646 to Control. Over.

Domestic dispute reported
over
at number 27, The Hill.

Can you respond? Over.

There in five minutes. Over.

-Dennis?
-Yeah?

Domestic.

(SIGHS)
Joyriders and a domestic
in one night, eh? Lucky us!

(SIRENS WAILING)

Try this one, Janet.
How do you know
ET's a feminist?

Go on.

He looks like one.

(CHUCKLES)

-You're laughing.
-I'm not laughing.

JANET: Thirty-seven...
What's that number?

-Here we go.
-That's it.

Hello?

Anyone in?

(GASPS)

-What?
-Dennis.

JANET: It's okay.
You go. I've got her.

It's okay, love. You're
okay.
We're here.

-I'll check upstairs, yeah?
-Yeah.

2646 to Control. Over.

MAN:2646, go ahead.

2646, I need an ambulance
to number 27, The Hill.

Unconscious female
with head injury.
Over.

MAN:Control to 2646.
Received.

DENNIS: Nothing.

-What about in there?
-Yeah.

JANET: Hiya, love.
You're safe.

-Can you hear me?
-(GROANS)

-Can you tell me your name?
-DENNIS: Janet?

Look,
I'll be back in a second.

-The ambulance is on its way.
-Jan?

Jan?

Come here.

(SHUSHING)

Police!

Can you open up, please?

(GRUNTS)

DENNIS: Jesus Christ!
What the...

(FLIES BUZZING)

(BOTH YELLING)

JANET: No!

(YELLS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(WOMAN GROANING)

JANET: Dennis! Dennis!

-Hello?
-(JANET SHOUTING)

JANET: Please! He's bleeding!

Please, God! Help him!

(SOBBING)

Extend the crime scene that
way as far as
number 33, all right?

-Win.
-Thanks, boss.

Is it the girls?

-We think so.
-Go on, then.

Neighbour over
there calls the police
because she hears screams.

PCs Dennis Morrisey
and Janet Taylor respond.

Thought it was
a routine domestic.

And?

Think you'd better see
for yourself sir, okay?

Right, everybody out.
Ten-minute break.

The house is owned by
Marcus and Lucy Payne.

Young marrieds, no kids.

Our people kick the front door
in, find Lucy Payne
bleeding on the carpet.

She'd been assaulted.
She's in hospital.

They say she'll be
able to talk by tomorrow.

PCs come down here
in pursuit of the suspect,

again, force the door...

The suspect, Marcus Payne,
goes for Dennis
with a machete.

Slashes him several times

before he's disabled
and handcuffed by PC Taylor.

By the time
the paramedics arrived,
Dennis was dead.

Marcus Payne's in hospital
getting treatment
for head injuries.

BANKS: Kimberly Myers.

WINSOME: Marcus Payne
taught at her school.

His car.

Fits the description
of the abduction vehicle.

My guess is once
he abducted them,

he brought them out of the car
straight through here,

unseen by neighbours,
passers-by.

He didn't record anything.
Just a live feed.

All the standard
serial killer traits
present and correct.

Hardcore,
I mean very hardcore porn.

Ritual,
strangulation, torture...

And... And there's that.

(SIGHS)

(BANKS GAGGING)

Do you know I thought,
well, I hoped...

You know, five girls gone,

maybe there was some
connection we'd missed.

Maybe they'd all met up and...

gone off to
Thailand or somewhere.

You know, we'd find them
lying stoned on
a beach somewhere.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Sir?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Okay, Win.

Get the artillery.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING,
INDISTINCT)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

Sir?

Four.
There's only four bodies.

Kimberley Myers
but only three
others in his storeroom.

So one might still be alive?

Yeah, or hidden somewhere else
in the house.

I'm just being realistic, sir.

We're going to have to take
the rest of the house
apart and the garden.

How long before we get IDs?

They've already X-rayed
the teeth in situ.

Late afternoon?

Right,
I'm going to the hospital.

I thought Payne
was still in a coma?

I'll wake him up.

(STRETCHER ROLLING)

Banks!

What's going on?

How'd you know
about this, Jackie?

Is my Leanne in there?

My little girl,
is she in there?

I can't say
anything at the moment.

-We don't have enough...
-You can't say
anything at the moment.

You're pursuing several lines
of inquiry?

Months we've had this crap
from you! There's five
lassies missing...

I'm trying! Okay?

All right.

FEMALE NEWSREADER:
Speculation is running high

that a violent incident
involving a police officer

in the early
hours of the morning
in the northwest of the
city

may be connected
to the disappearance of
the...

(TURNS OFF RADIO)

Excuse me.
You can't go in there.

Really?

I need to speak to him.

Oh, I'm afraid you can't.
He's in a coma.

I've just got him out
of emergency surgery

to relieve
a subdural hematoma.

I'm going to have to go in
again to remove several
skull fragments from...

When do I get to question him?

No, no. I don't think
you understand
what I'm saying.

This is as vicious a beating
as I've seen.

I think the culprit
should be arrested...

Apart from stabbing
one of my officers to death,

your patient abducted,
raped and tortured

at least four young women.

There's still
a fifth girl missing.

I need to find
out where she is.
And I need him to tell me.

So I really don't give a
shit
if he spends
the rest of his life

dribbling in a wheelchair.
Wake him up!

Call me as soon as he revives.

Hi.

I thought it was you.

I live across the street.
Number 27. Lucy.

-Lucy Payne.
-Maggie Forrest.

Oh, you're an artist?

Just an illustrator.

Children's books, mostly.

LUCY: Wow.

Another one?

She disappeared
a couple of nights ago.
That's three now.

Yeah, I know it's awful,
but I suppose we're safe.

We're not blonde.

All of them. They're blonde.

Hi.

Marcus, this is Maggie.

Marcus Payne.

Time to go home, love.

Can we give you a lift,
Maggie?

That wouldn't
be...appropriate.

Sorry, Maggie. Come on, love.

We'll start with
the autopsy report
on Kimberley Myers.

DS Jackman?

Death was caused by
ligature strangulation.

She'd been kept alive
for at least four days,
bound, gagged,

and in that time, repeatedly
raped and forced to
perform fellatio.

SOCOs are still
processing the house.

But so far, Kimberley Myers
and three other bodies

have been recovered.

We should be
able to make headway
in identifying the victims

over the next day or so.

We now have
a make and registration
on Marcus Payne's car.

Ken, I want you to
re-interview anyone you think

might be able
to place Marcus
Payne or his car

close to the abduction sites.

We do not drop
the ball on this

until all of
the victims have been
returned to their families

and Marcus Payne is on the end
of a guilty verdict, okay?

And more
important than anything...

One of these five girls
is still unaccounted for.

This is still an open,
live case.

Now, maybe she's buried
somewhere else in the house.

Maybe Payne kept her alive
and incarcerated
at another location.

Or maybe, please, God,

she's just missing and alive
and nothing to do with this.

Marcus Payne can
tell us nothing.

We didn't catch him in time.

And this morning we
lost one of our own.

So,
we've got a point to prove.

Now,
find me that missing girl.

Boss? Press.

Thanks.

-Sir.
-Is that it? Thank you.

BANKS: (OVER RADIO)
At the moment, I can confirm

that at least four bodies
have been found

at the address in question.

As none of these bodies have
been identified
positively as yet,

I am not prepared to comment
on the speculation

that they are connected
to the spate of
disappearances

of five young
girls from this area
over the last nine months.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hi, Lucy.
Do you fancy a coffee?

Oh, I... I can't.

Sorry.

You don't have to
put up with it, Lucy.
I didn't.

I got away.

I came here
and my husband
can't find me now.

Yeah, Marcus isn't like that.
He doesn't mean it. He just...

There's a refuge in town.
I can give you the name of
it.

-You'll be safe there.
-It's none of your business!

I can't leave Marcus.

I can't.

-Cup of tea?
-No, thanks.

Who you been talking to?

Maggie.

(GRUNTS)

I am not prepared to comment
on the speculation

that they are connected
to the spate of
disappearances of...

(SIGHS)

Jammy.

Sir?

Catching him.

Best part of
a year's investigation.

Mountains of money and
manpower and then
a domestic disturbance,

and at the cost
of Dennis Morrisey's life,

you've got your man.
Landed on your feet.

-That's not how it feels.
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Come in.
-(DOOR OPENS)

RYDELL: Annie!

This is Chief Inspector...

Sorry. Acting, open brackets,

until-we-find-a-suitable-
candidate,
close brackets,

Chief Inspector Alan Banks.

Alan, DS Annie Cabbot.

-Hi.
-Sir.

Annie's from
Professional Standards.

You'll remember them
as Complaints and Discipline,
Alan.

Marcus Payne is
fighting for his life,
under Dr Patterson's care,

as a result of a baton attack
by one of our officers.

-It was self-defence!
-I'm sure it was

but we've had a complaint
from this Dr Patterson

and we're
duty-bound to conduct a fair
and transparent
investigation.

Marcus Payne has killed
at least four young women.

That's for a court to decide.

Alan, your crime scene
is now Annie's crime scene.

Treat her as an equal,
we'll all get along just
fine.

Go away.

Sir, I'd appreciate it

if you could walk me
through the crime scene.

Sir, we've got the IDs
on the four bodies.

Kimberley,
Melissa, Samantha, Kelly.

Leanne Wray's
our missing girl.

Tomorrow. Call me tomorrow.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(CAR STOPS)

There's no trace of Leanne
inside Payne's house.

What... She's still alive?

Maybe. Hopefully.

Officially,
it's a Missing Persons case.

I don't want
to raise expectations,
Jackie.

I don't expect
anything from you.

I've let you down, Jackie.

I've let down everyone
connected to those girls.

I'm trying to
salvage something.

Just bring her home, eh?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(INAUDIBLE)

Lucy?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Alan Banks.

It's all right.

I know you've been through
a lot, but I need to ask
you some questions.

Where's Marcus?
Can I speak to him?

He's in Intensive Care, Lucy.

He's in a coma.

Last night...

It was Marcus who hit you?

Lucy, look at me.

Marcus can't harm you now.

He can't touch you.

You have my word on that.

Okay?

Did Marcus hit you?

Why?

I...

There was a girl downstairs.

In the cellar?

Yes.

I took him down a cup of tea
and I saw her and...

I ran upstairs to
try and get help
but he...

He caught me and he hit me.

I mean, that poor girl.
What was she doing down there?

I don't understand.

We found four bodies
in the basement of your house.

The missing girls.

We believe
Marcus is responsible.

-Oh, God.
-Lucy.

This girl.

Leanne Wray.

-We don't know where she is.
-(SOBBING) Oh, God.

-He touched me. Help me.
-Lucy.

I need to find this girl.

-Did you ever see
this girl with Marcus?
-(SPEAKING INCOHERENTLY)

Oh, God!
I can't do this. I
can't...

Lucy, it's okay...

Don't touch me!

Nurse! Lucy, it's all right.

It's all right.
Calm down. It's okay.

-I can't do this! I
can't...
-NURSE: It's okay, Lucy.
It's okay.

Lucy, I need to know...

You need to leave!

I can't do it,
I can't do it...

It's all right, Lucy.
It's all right.

He's going.
It's all right. It's okay.

Come on,
let's get you back to bed.
All right?

That's it, that's it.

REPORTER:We do understand
that four bodies
have been found

in the house behind me.

The house is
owned by Marcus Payne.

He's 31, a schoolteacher
at the local secondary
school.

He was admitted to hospital
early on Tuesday morning

with severe head injuries.

It was thought he'd
got those injuries

in a confrontation
with a police officer.

Right, come on.
On the front foot.

Leanne Wray.
The fourth girl to go
missing.

Ken, your priority in there,
finding Leanne's prints.

Anything turns up,
you let me know, okay?

Now, it's possible
we've assumed too much.

Maybe Leanne's not connected
to Marcus Payne.

Come on, boss,
Leanne was young, blonde.
She fitted the template.

I throw the ball.
You fetch it, okay?

I want you back
to basics, Win.

Treat this like
a fresh mis pers case.

Re-interview everyone
surrounding
Leanne's disappearance.

Say there's no trace of her
in the house,

where is she?
What happened to her?

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Examining my crime scene.

No, no, no.
There's your crime scene.

They're on a tea break,
you've got
the place to yourself.

Fifteen minutes.
Then the real
investigation continues.

Oh, I'm working on
a real investigation, too.

Professional Standards?

-I know it's not front
line...
-So why work there?

I want to make DI.

At the price of
Janet Taylor's career?

Do you know Janet Taylor, sir?

Well enough to know
she did
everything by the book.

And what about
Dennis Morrisey?
Did you know him, too?

I know he was
murdered by Marcus Payne.

If you want to question me
officially, DS Cabbot,
get a date in my diary.

Otherwise,
there's your crime scene.

Thank you, sir.

(GAGGING)

(EXCLAIMS)

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I said I'm fine.

Okay.

Training doesn't prepare you
for something like that.

It was instinctive.

I was scared.

Just so I'm clear, Janet.

You hit Marcus Payne
on the wrist with your baton

-and he dropped the machete?
-Yeah.

(YELLS)

Then what?

I kicked the machete away.

What did Payne do?

He went for it.

What did you do?

I hit him again.

(YELLS)

Where?

What? I don't know.
There was blood
everywhere and Dennis...

-PC Morrisey?
-Yeah.

He kept saying he was cold.
He was dying.

So, you hit Payne somewhere,
anywhere, as he was about to
pick up the knife?

-Yeah.
-And?

He was stunned.
So, I got my handcuffs
and I cuffed him to the
rail.

Leaving you free to
attend PC Morrisey?

-Yeah.
-Which you did.

-Immediately?
-Yeah. Dennis...

My priority was to deal with
the immediate threat to myself

in order to preserve
PC Morrisey's life.

You and PC Morrisey.
How long have you
known each other?

We've been work colleagues
for six months.

Oh, sorry, I meant...

Not how long have
you worked together.

How long have you
known each other
personally?

You trained together.
Class of 2006.

What the point of asking
questions that you already
know the answer to?

I just want to get a sense
of how close you were.

-Why?
-Why not?

What age are you?

Thirty-one.

That's young to be a DS.

Thanks for your time, Janet.

I'm going to leave you
to write up your statement

in as much detail
as you can remember.

Jim, I need forensics support.

(KNOCKING SOFTLY)

Hi.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

Did I get you in trouble?

The nurses seemed
to think you were...
You know...

Oh... No.

I know you're not like that...

Alan.

I have to ask
you some questions.

It can't wait.

Is this girl familiar to you?

Her name's Leanne Wray.

She's still unaccounted for.

Did you ever see
her with Marcus?

I should've known.

He was spending
more and more time down there.

Alone.

I wasn't allowed down.

I knew if I questioned him,
he'd hit me.

No, sorry.
I didn't see her with Marcus.

You know, I suppose

I always knew
there was something
wrong in his head.

Listen to me.

He's not ill.

He chose to do
what he did to those girls.

I'm sorry, Lucy.
There's no excuse.

Do you have children?

A son and a daughter.

Wish I had a dad like you.

What am I going to do?

I'm sorry, Lucy.

I can't. You know, I'm not...

-Sir?
-Yes?

-You're wanted
in Intensive Care.
-Right.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Increasing neural activity.

I don't say this lightly,
but I'm very hopeful.

It's possible he's coming out
of his coma.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Shit! Sorry. You okay?

My fault. I wasn't looking.

No, It's me.
I'm, you know, clumsy.

Um... I wanted to apologise.

-For snapping at you earlier.
-Oh.

Do you fancy a drink?

I mean,
you do drink, don't you?

What do you think?

-Woodcutters, half seven?
-King's Arms at 8:00.

-Royal Oak, quarter to?
-King's Arms...at five to.

(LINE RINGING)

-MAGGIE:Hello?
-Maggie?

Yes?

It's Lucy.

Lucy Payne.

Maggie, are you still there?

(STAMMERING) Yes. I'm here.
What is it, Lucy?

They told me
what Marcus did
to those girls.

He touched me.

Kissed me. Touched me.

I'm sorry, Lucy. I wish
I could help but really,
it's nothing to do with me.

Why did you want
me to leave Marcus?

Because he was hitting you.

-Is that the only reason?
-Yes!

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lu...

You've been talking to Lucy?

I'm sorry.

Poor Maggie.

I'll never leave you.

What we have together,
what we do together,
it's special.

BANKS: Cheers.

Marcus Payne's reviving.

You're the first copper I've
seen rooting for
a sadistic serial killer.

Well,
I need him to tell me whether
or not he took Leanne Wray.

I want him alive.

Why?

I want to lay it
all out in court.

Humiliate him.

You're not going to do that.

Men like Payne,
they're not like...

Well, they're not like you.

I mean, you're flawed,
weak-willed, a bit
selfish...

-Is this me or men in general?
-Oh, both.

(CHUCKLES)

Point is you're human.

To do what Payne did,
you have to feel nothing.

No. He must feel something.

Somewhere inside, it's there.

I want him to feel ashamed,
to feel remorse.

I want him to hate himself

so that it hurts
every minute of every day.

I didn't stop him, Annie.

It's all I've got left.

I mean, the thing about me is
I'm a grafter

and even though
it's a shit job,

and Professional Standards
is the shittest,

I'm like a dog with a bone
and I'm not going to stop

'cause that's what I'm like
when I'm at work,

but when I'm not at work...

-Volume.
-Sorry.

I should shut up.

Why don't you tell me
something about you?

My ex-wife's pregnant.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Over there!

Hey.
Turn right here, will you?

Just pull over by these two.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

WOMAN: Piss off!
JACKIE: Don't fucking do that!

All right, that's enough!

-Jackie!
-Piss off!

Oi!

Calm down. Police.

He's not done anything wrong.
Leave him alone.

It looked like he was
assaulting you, love.

Look, we were
having a domestic, okay?

He's been seeing his ex.

Leanne's mother.

Because this prick told me
that she might still be
alive.

You lied to me! You didn't
tell me you was doing that...

All right. Pack it in!

Who is this, Jackie?

Bernadette.

I'm having his baby.

What age are you, Bernadette?

Sixteen.

Sixteen?

Nearly 17.

It was legal.

Do your job and find Leanne.

Oh, don't worry, mate.

I will.

Come on.

What was all that about?

Let's get you home.

I don't know.

(BERNADETTE LAUGHING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

-(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
-In the end, it was the job,

I didn't put enough effort
into the marriage

'cause I was working
all the time and...

Bollocks.

Every copper whose marriage
breaks down blames the job.

"Oh, I was working so hard
'cause I care so much

"and I just lost sight
of the wife and kids."

Blah-di-blah-di-blah.

But if you really loved your
wife and you wanted
it to be forever,

you would have made it work.

(ANNIE SIGHS)

You, my friend,

like many before you,
used the job to
sabotage your marriage.

What is this music?
It's really annoying.

Miles Davis and Art
Blakey at Birdland.

Can I change it?

They're arranged
alphabetically?

Thematically.

Right.

You need to be rewired.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

It's really quite
cosy here, isn't it?

If you're happy, I'm happy.

It would just be
a drunken shag and...

We're better than that.

-I think I'm an amoeba.
-(SCOFFS)

I haven't had sex
for nearly two years

and the worst thing is
I don't even miss it
recently.

Maybe I'm asexual.

(SIGHS)

Is that a polite way of
saying
you never want
to sleep with me?

Would you be
disappointed if it was?

Well, I suppose if you're
clinically asexual,

I've got no right
to be disappointed.

Perhaps it's, you know,
a temporary affliction.

What, you think it
might be curable?

You're a cop, not a doc.

Well, I've done
the first aid course.

Basic or intermediate?

Advanced.

I didn't even know
they had advanced.

They created
a special category.

(PHONE RINGING)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

And I'm a cop, too.

-Yeah? Hi.
-Hello?

Right.

BANKS: When?

Thanks.

BANKS: Yeah.

Marcus Payne's dead.

Yeah, I know.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(MONITOR FLATLINING)