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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)