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You shouldn't be doing this.

You ready?

- I don't know.
- Come on.

Come on.

Shit.

You ought to take a chill pill, you.
I don't know what the mad rush is.

- We've started.
- So what? He's guilty, he'll plead.

It's a foregone conclusion.

They're not even gonna
want to see any exhibits.

- There's no way he'll plead.
- Oh, he'll plead.

Even if he pleads for manslaughter,

there's no way he's gonna
plead guilty to murder and rape.

I thought he was only charged
with murder in the end.

The prosecution allege that
in the early hours of Saturday,

the 2nd of August, 2010,

the defendant, Georgios Stelikos,

raped and murdered by
strangulation Maya Woods,

whose body he then
redressed and abandoned

outside her parents' home.

The prosecution also seek to prove

that on Sunday, the 15th of May, 2008,

the defendant raped and
partially strangled Hannah Conway.

What's the point? He's not gonna get
anything extra for a two-year-old rape.

The point is he's a serial rapist.
Gill doesn't want him

sent down for 12 years for the murder

and then back out and not on
the sex offenders' register.

How come I missed this?

It will be when you're on loan
at Syndicate Five.

We turned up another four women.
They all attended at St Mary's.

And they'd all been sexually assaulted
in exactly the same way as Maya.

And they all described Stelikos
right down to his tattoos.

But it was only Hannah Conway who is
willing to come and give evidence.

Yeah, but why complicate
a straightforward,

in-the-bag murder charge
with iffy rape charges?

He drugged her and asphyxiated
her while he was penetrating her.

That's not just rape,
that's violent pre-meditated rape.

And you think she should
let him get away with it?

Good morning.

I'm leaving you to it.

Just wanted to make sure that
prosecution said everything

that they were supposed to say
in our opening speech.

- And did they?
- More or less.

Good luck, ladies,
not that you should need it.

Not with the murder anyway.
A bit of luck with the rape, maybe.

- Who' s defending?
-Nicholas Savage.

Looks about as savage as a wet sponge.

USHER: Detective Constable Bailey.

DC Bailey.

You arrested Mr Stelikos at 7 pm?

Yes.

But he wasn't interviewed until
the following morning, is that correct?

Yes.

And is it true that,
when he was put into the cell,

you made a point of going with him
along with the custody officer?

I wouldn't usually do that

once I've handed over
someone to the custody sergeant.

No.

Perhaps I can jog your memory.

Is it true that you said to him
as he was being locked up,

"Sweet dreams, pretty boy."

Uh...

Uh... No.

Do you recall not saying it?

I... I didn't say it.

But Mr Stelikos has made it
very clear that

that is what you said to him.

So you'd decided that he was guilty
before you'd even interviewed him,

didn't you?

I didn't say it.

And that's why you belittled him
and spoke to him as you did, isn't it?

I...

I didn't.

And doesn't it typify your attitude
throughout the whole investigation?

No.

Didn't you and
other members of your team

close your minds to
other avenues of enquiry?

No.

Did you ever at any point

consider the possibility that

Mr Stelikos had simply gone
for an innocent evening out?

The fact that Maya's drink was spiked

before she left the club
with the defendant,

the fact that she had been asphyxiated

and his semen was inside her
after she left the defendant's flat...

Please answer yes or no.

...meant that, by the time
we had identified him,

he was clearly a person of
some significant interest to us.

So, no, you never really considered
the possibility that

his version of events was true.

Did he spot the bump?

I don't know.

I just perjured myself.
I just lied in court.

How?

It was nothing, it was tiny,
it was just stupid.

(SIGHING)

He knew I'd said it to Stelikos
and it was the first thing he did,

so I was on the back foot,
I was panicking through the whole thing.

Talking shite, babbling like an idiot.

Detective Constable Scott.

It'll be nowhere near as bad as
you think, believe me.

I've made a right fool of myself
in there before now.

Look, Hannah's downstairs with her

victim support worker
if you want to go and say hello.

Please give your full name and rank
to the court.

Janet Scott.

Detective Constable,

Manchester Metropolitan Police
Major Incident Team.

DC Scott, were you
the exhibits officer in this case?

Yes.

And I this role did you attend
the post-mortem of Maya Woods?

Yes.

What can you tell us about
the clothes the deceased was wearing?

It was immediately apparent to me that
someone other than herself

had dressed her,
I.e. after death had occurred.

Apparent? How?

Her tights were on back to front.

When you take your tights off
there's always an impression left

where the heel goes.
So when you put them back on you...

No woman would ever put
her own tights on the wrong way round.

RACHEL: Hannah.

I told you I wouldn't let you down.

-(SIGHING) Where's Sian?
- She's gone to the loo.

Can I get you another coffee?

No thanks, I'm shaking enough, look.
(GIGGLING)

It's gonna be tough in there

and you know he's gonna bring
up your past.

But all you have to do
is tell the truth.

We might not get
the rape conviction, Hannah.

But we're gonna try.

Yeah. Damn right, we are.

You remember, whatever happens in there,

whatever the outcome on the rape charge,

that maggot is going down for a long,
long time for killing Maya.

And I was lying there naked.

I don't know how I'd got naked.

He was on top of me.

Inside me and...

He had his hand around my neck.

I couldn't move.

(SOBBING) I couldn't breathe,
I thought I were gonna die.

Did you know why you couldn't move?

I think I realised
that I'd been drugged.

Even when it was happening, it was...

I wasn't actually that drunk.

I mean, I'd had a bit to drink
but I wasn't that bad.

And then what happened?

The next thing I remember
I was (SIGHING)

walking down the street dressed.

I don't know how I got dressed.

Just knowing that I'd been raped.

I've just got one final question.

Were you asked to identify the man

who inflicted this
repugnant sexual assault on you

in a formal identification process?

(SNIFFLES) Yes, I was.

And was that man identified?

Yes.

No more questions, my Lord.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Miss Conway,

are you someone who is capable of
coming into a court and telling lies?

No.

Can I take you back to
the November of 2007.

You had a job, didn't you, in 2007?

- Yes.
- And where were you working?

Cross Keys pub in Failsworth.

And can you tell the court
why you lost that employment?

Miss Conway?

I took some money.

And you stole some money.

And it went to court, didn't it?
The Magistrates' Court?

Yes.

And you told the court that
you hadn't stolen the money, didn't you?

- Miss Conway?
- Yes.

In fact, you had done it, hadn't you?

Because you were found guilty.

(WHISPERING) Yeah.

So...

I'm going to repeat the question.

Are you

somebody who is capable of
coming into court and telling lies?

Miss Conway...

I think you've
made your point, Mr Savage.

(CLEARING THROAT)

So...

Earlier in the year, when

Detective Constable Bailey
approached you,

how willing were you to come
and give evidence in court?

(CLEARING THROAT)
A bit nervous at first.

Nervous? Reluctant? Is that...
Is that a fair word to use?

Until she persuaded me.

How long did it take her
to persuade you?

- Days, weeks, months?
- A few weeks.

So she was very persistent,

even though you'd made it
very clear to her

that you didn't want to come to court?

(INAUDIBLE)

Excuse me for a minute.

Just give me one second.

You are skating on such thin ice, pal.

I thought you were getting rid of it.

You told me that
you were getting rid of it.

"It?"

Yeah, I was.

But I couldn't.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna sting you
for maintenance

because I don't want you
to have anything with "it".

And if you continue in trying to pull me
into bits in there,

I will wreck your marriage and
your career faster than you can say...

Yeah. Look I'm just doing my job,
Rachel, and you really

shouldn't make threats like that.

You are using things that
I told you in private.

You should have told me about the baby.
You can't just make decisions like this.

- If... If it's mine...
- I love this "if"'.

I think your assistant is wondering
what you're doing talking

to a nasty, manipulative bitch like me.

And why do you always wear
black in court?

Respect.

If we are in court,
it's because someone's died.

Gill reckons that it helps
focus the jury

on how serious it is
what the defendant's done.

Well, and what if there isn't?

If they've got to court
then they've done it,

believe you me, hoops we have to
jump through to get them there.

Got 98% in my German test.

Languages.

You see? You get that from your dad.

That was one mother of
a big, fuck-off ding-dong

you and me dad had this morning, cock.

Oh, God!

Where is he?

I think he's went upstairs, sulking.

Two things, syntax, get it right,
and the "F" word,

don't bother.

(MAN TALKING ON TV)

I'm sorry,

Ade, about this morning.

I was in court,
there was no way I could be late.

It was only the flaming dishwasher.
I appreciate it doesn't empty itself,

-and it was my turn.
- Can you get it out of your head

that it was about the dishwasher?

It was about so much more, Janet,

than the stupid dishwasher.

You're not seriously
gonna sleep in here.

I'm watching telly.

Right, Captain.
Bugger off, Janet. Thank you. I will.

Georgios Stelikos changed his story.

"I dropped Maya off
outside her parents' house.

"I watched her walk up the path.

"I saw her let herself into the house."

And you've seen the police interview
with Mr Stelikos where he elaborates

on seeing her take the key
out of her bag.

We now know that this didn't happen.

Because the police subsequently found

that key on the floor
at Mr Stelikos's flat.

And that's when he was obliged
to change his story.

And that's all it was.

A story, a lie.

A lie he had to construct because
Maya Woods was already dead

when he drove her body there
and dumped it.

The police failed to
follow up other leads.

And, as a result, their entire case
against Mr Stelikos became

based on lazy assumptions
made by officers

who decided
they could make him fit their bill.

And on top of the police's relentless
pursuit of anything

and everything that falsely pointed
towards Mr Stelikos being a murderer,

they also want us to believe
that he's a rapist.

But all they've got to justify
their claims

is the reluctant testimony of
a registered drug addict,

who Detective Constable Bailey
badgered and then groomed

to tell you what she'd like you to hear.

And that is why you cannot
lawfully find Mr Stelikos guilty

of either one of these two charges.

- Twat.
- Twat.

Did I tell you that, urn,
Hannah once showed me this photo

of herself from before.

Before he did what he did to her.

She was really pretty.

Had long hair, blonde.

Sweet looking.

She had a life.

And she enjoyed it.

Well, you know, perhaps, when this

delightful man is behind bars,
she can get it back on track.

(BEEPING)

jury's coming back in.

I'll get the bill. You phone Gill.
She'll want to be in for this.

Have nice day, Chief Inspector.

You're kidding.

You said it yourself, Gill,

there's no accounting for the complete
dickheads you can end up with on a jury.

But... So... The murder.

Both counts, not guilty.

(PHONE RINGING)

DS Roper.

Andy, you won't believe this.

Just got in, they told me the verdict.

He's got off. Both counts.

How the hell did that happen?

She shouldn't have complicated it
with that rape charge.

- What happened, boss?
-Don't, Julie.

- How is that justice for my daughter?
-I got to go, Andy, I'LL ring you back.

Eh? The man's as guilty as sin.

It's written right through him.
It's all over his face.

Mrs Woods, I'm amazed, I'm appalled,

I hardly know what to say to you.

I've been a police officer for 27 years.
And this...

They should never have got that

scruffy bit of trailer trash in,
that was what did it.

This was about my daughter dying

in appalling circumstances.

Not that grubby article.

Come on, love, come on.

She never used to be a grubby article.

You all right, boss?

No. I'm not.

Gonna have to go and get plastered.

Yeah.

I don't make bad calls.

No, Gill, we know.

So, how come I just made one then, eh?

What the hell on earth
happened in there?

A drink, I think.

Come on. I'm buying.

Two years, six months, five days.
And I tell you what,

days like today,
it can't come fast enough.

Oh, you'd be bored out of your nut
inside a week.

You'd be knocking on the door
begging to come back.

Oh, don't you believe it.

You got any fags, Rachel?

- No, I'm not smoking. Why?
- Feel like one.

You haven't smoked a cigarette
in 15 years.

- Yes, I have.
-When?

Days like today, Janet. Days like today.

You bastard!

- You shitting bastard!
-(ALL CLAMOURING)

Hannah!

You're gonna die! You're gonna die!

- He's not worth it.
- Leave it.

No, I'll kill him. I am gonna kill him.

- No!
- You're gonna wake up dead, arsehole.

And it'll be me that's done it!

(GROANING)

Get off, bitch. You lying, little bitch!

You told me whatever happened, he was
going down for what he did to Maya.

You back off, lady!

You do not do that
to one of my officers.

Ever.

Go home.

- Mad bitch.
- Shut up and go.

Come on, you bastard!
I'll have you, shit for brains.

- Hannah.
- Hanna, look at me.

-(HANNAH PANTING)
- Look at me. Look at me.

Assaulting a police officer
is three years.

You consider yourself very lucky.
Take her home.

(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Any better?

(SIGHING)

This is all my fault.

- What is?
- The whole thing.

I gave him is defence.

- No, you didn't.
- No, Janet, I did.

No, you didn't. You did your job.
You did what Gill told you to do.

This was Gill's big idea to find other
women that had been raped by him.

- You just...
- I used to talk to him about it.

- Who?
- Nick.

When we were investigating
nine months ago,

I used to talk to him in the evenings,

and that's how he knew
I said, "Sweet dreams, pretty boy"

because I told him.

He knew how I badgered Hannah
to testify.

I was nearly living on her doorstep
at one point.

He knew I was... I was obsessed

with pinning stuff on Stelikos

and I know it was all for the right
reasons but I gave him everything

that he needed to
construct that defence.

And he got away with it.
All of it. Everything. Shit.

What?

He's a barrister.

And you're telling him stuff like that?

No, he was my boyfriend.

Do you not tell Ade stuff?

Ade's a geography teacher.
And, no I don't.

So he was a barrister. How many
barristers are there in Manchester?

I mean, come on, what was the odds

of him ending up representing
that nasty little...

Well, clearly not that extreme because
that's exactly what he ended up doing.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologise to me, love,
it's not my daughter that's dead.

Well...

Okay.

You wonder why Gill
goes on at you sometimes, hmm?

You still haven't made that leap,
have you?

You what?

You're a detective.

There are some things
you don't talk about to anyone.

Don't tell Gill
what you've just told me.

Because she'll leg ya.

You've seen the mood she's in.
She'll have you off the MIT.

Look.

Shit happens.

We're just gonna have to move on.

I just need to...

You know, I missed the play
that Elise was in at school

because of this job.

Because three nights on the trot,
her Ladyship had us buzzing around

clubs in Oldham,
and I didn't half get an earache

off Ade about it, but I thought...

I thought, no. No, it's worth it

because we are gonna nail
this murdering bastard.

And you are talking to Nick about it?

(RACHEL GASPING)

- I'm bleeding.
- What?

The baby... I'm bleeding.

I'm sorry.

We both looked really carefully
and we're not getting a heartbeat.

I'm afraid the baby's died.

(GRUNT $3

I'll, urn, pop outside in a minute

and try ringing your sister again.

What?

(SIGHING)

What did they say again

about what's gonna happen?
I wasn't taking that in.

There's like a suite that
they're gonna take you to

and they are gonna induce it.

- Now?
- Yeah.

- So I'm not having an operation?
- No.

They want you to deliver it normally,

they think its better if they
don't have to operate.

You'll be home by tomorrow.

It's just weird having
something dead that's inside you.

(EXHALING) What an odd day.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(PHONE RINGING)

Gill Murray.

It looks like he's had
a bit of a battering.

Good morning.

What is it? Hit and run?

Hit and reverse over the body

several hundred times and then run.

I have no idea. It's a mess,
I can tell you that.

Look at this.

If you don't mind me interfering
with your human rights.

Both his eyes have popped out.

Do you know, I have never seen that.
One eye, yes. Two eyes?

What?

Tattoo. Like a star.

Inside left wrist.

No way.

Hallelujah.

There is a God after all.

Georgios Stelikos.

I'm amazed Gill didn't send you home.

No, She urn... (INHALING DEEPLY)

She said,
"Take off as long as you want or

"come back in,
if you want to keep busy."

She... You know, she was, urn...

Oh, sorry.

Do they know why it happened?

Urn... They...

think the umbilical card was too narrow,
so it wasn't getting enough stuff.

Protein through.

They think it died over a week ago.

They advised me not to look at it,

so it must have looked very urn...

I nearly said,

"I've see more dead bodies

"than you've had hot dinners, pal."

But I didn't look at it.

You sure you're fit to be on duty?

Yes.

I'm sorry I was heavy-handed with you.

No, no, no, no. I need telling, I...

If you didn't keep me in line,

I'd have been, God knows,

I'd have been back in uniform
months ago.

I am Learning, Janet.

I will learn.

Good.

'Cause I'd be bored out
of me tree without you

to look forward to every day.

(CHUCKLING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

What do you want?

Oh, I'm fine. Thank you.

- Lying bitch.
- Hannah.

I was as upset as you were.

You was?

You've managed to get over it already,
have you?

We need to ask you
some questions, Hannah.

About what?

No, not here.

How much have you had to drink?

A bit.

Can you tell me
what day of the week it is?

How you feeling?

How many fingers?

How are you feeling?

I don't know. You tell me, bitch.

You call me that one more time,
Hannah...

What were you up to last night?

- I don't know. Why?
- Those bruises look nasty.

There was an incident last night,
Hannah,

and we need to ask you some questions

about your whereabouts when it happened.

What we need is you,

sober, down at the station now.

Eat your butty, drink your tea.

What incident?

Okay.

Stelikos is dead.

- How?
-We don't know exactly, yet.

Not till the pathologist tells us.

Hannah.

Hannah.

You made death threats to Stelikos

in front of three police officers
yesterday,

so please believe me
when I tell you that

nobody else is laughing.

After the incident,
you went back to your flat?

Yeah, I got a taxi with Sian.

- This is ridiculous.
- JANET: And you got home

about five o'clock?

I begged Dean Fielding to give it
to another syndicate.

Why won't he?

We're the only syndicate
with any capacity.

MIT is at breaking point.

They decided this at a strategic
leadership meeting last night.

I told him, I said,

"You better flag it up to command
because they're not gonna know

"what's hit them when
the press get hold of it."

Stelikos' family's kicking off,
apparently.

Do you blame them?

Two bottles.

ANDY: Do you really think she's capable?

She has enough on every day getting
herself out of bed.

Anyone's capable.

If there's one thing I know about murder

is that anyone's capable.

...was when DC Bailey and I
knocked on your front door.

Yes.

There are still some significant gaps

in what you're telling us, Hannah.

Listen, I keep telling you
I've been off my head.

I don't know what I've been doing.

I don't think I've killed anybody,
but...

How did I do it?

Did I shoot him?

Ideally, I would have garrotted
him with some rusty barb wire.

And one round his balls as well.

(PHONE RINGING)

- NICK: Rachel
-What are you playing at?

Have you changed the fucking locks?

(CHUCKLING) You stupid bitch.

So I'm sorry, are we talking to me?

- What are you thinking?
-When?

You think, you don't just,
you just, you just

do whatever comes into your head next.

Are you drunk?

- Yeah.
-Where are you?

Burger bar on Chapel Street.

We had a deal.

- Had.
- What?

You couldn't stand losing, could you?

I'm sorry, Nick,
you are way ahead of me,

I'm struggling to keep up with you.

Someone

rang my wife and told her that
you were having my baby.

It wasn't me.

Well, then who the hell did, then?

I don't know. I've no idea.

Why don't you try
Miss Bimbo junior Counsel? Hmm?

How well does she know Caroline?

'Cause she seemed very interested

when you came over
to talk to me the other day.

Not shagging her as well, are you?

But, anyway,
the upshot is that she knows

and she's kicked me out so,

guess what? I need the flat back.

- Hang on a minute.
- What?

You can't.

Can't I? Why not?

She's found out,
you can't blackmail me any more.

I have rented my flat out
through an agency so,

I would need to give a month's notice
if I wanted it back.

Yeah, well, you know,
if you are gonna dish it out

you need to be able to take it,
don't you, Rachel?

I lost the baby.

It died last night.

This is all your stuff.

I took the liberty.

Well, you didn't think it was mine,
did you?

Bye.

WAITRESS: Sorry, we're closing
in five minutes, love.

(CAR HONKING)

Here you go.
It's hardly the Malmaison, but...

Oh, no, I would've rung Alison, but...

You know, she's not got room
to swing a mouse

and, anyway, I would have had to talk

and explain and go
through it endlessly, so...

I'm glad you're here.

Ade and I had a bit of
a shouting match the other day

and he's been sleeping in here
ever since so, you know,

it's no bad thing if he's forced back.

What's all this?

Oh, yeah.

Dig in if you're bored of an evening.

It's that girl I told you about.

You know, the one who I was
at school with?

Here you go, boss.

Has that got sugar in it?

No.

(SIGHING)

Three!

She loves you.
She'd do anything for you.

You're right up there with Lady Gaga.

I'm speechless.

You're pale.

I'll make you something to eat.

Thank you, Janet.

Thank you!

(SIGHING)

Yes, it's
a light blue Volkswagen Passat.

Registration
Tango four-six-one Alpha Lima November.

MR HALLYWELL: A hit and run?

My Ca r?

Just outside the city centre
in the small hours yesterday.

Well, the thing is,
Mr Helliwell, is that

inside the vehicle hadn't
been tampered with at all.

So, what we were wondering

is if the person who took your
vehicle had access to a key.

Was anybody hurt?

Do you have your own key?

Do you have a spare key?

In top drawer.

Did you have any visitors yesterday?

Only me cousin.

What is your cousin's name?

She wouldn't steal my car.

Sian Cook,

she's Hannah's victims support worker.

We've got an address,
do you want us to get round there now?

Maybe she's at work.

Either that or she's hiding upstairs
shitting herself.

Yeah, or it still could be Hannah,

you know,
leaning on Sian to get her a car.

- Yeah, it could be.
- Right, what do you wanna do?

Are you all right?

I might have to go and
sit in the car for a bit.

- Do you want me to drive you home?
- No, I'm fine.

You're not fine, you've got no colour.

I told you, you were daft
coming back to work so soon.

(PHONE RINGING) I'm fine.

Hello.

DC Bailey, it's Sian Cook.

- Hannah's friend.
- Hello, Sian.

I got your number off Hannah.
I need to talk to you.

Yeah, I need to talk to you, too.
Where are you?

It doesn't matter where I am.

There's just something
I need you to know.

Okay.

It had nothing to do with Hannah.

What didn't?

What happened to Stelikos.

Hannah knew nothing at all.

How you'd know that?

Because I'm telling ya.

Yeah, I'm just asking how
you'd know that, Sian?

Because it was me. I did it.

Iran the pig over!

Where are you, Sian?

I told you I': doesn't matter.

Well, it matters to me because
I need to talk to you.

Well, you are talking to me.

No, properly, face to face.

I'm not going to prison.

Can you tell me where you are, Sian?

Sian?

- X don't want to the.
- You're not gonna die.

Where is she?

Hello, Sian, this is Janet.

I am a colleague of Rachel's.
Do you remember me?

- Yeah.
» Listen, love,

we wan': to help you.
We do wanna help you,

but you'll have to
let us know where you are.

Sian, listen, I know you're frightened.

I know you've been through
something unimaginable.

But we can help you.

But I can only help you if you
let me know where you are.

I'm...

I'm at the top of the multi-storey
on Ferris Road.

Listen, Sian, I'm gonna hand
you back to Rachel now,

because I've got to drive.

But we're going to be with
you in five or six minutes, yeah?

And we are gonna help you.
I promise you.

We're gonna help you.

Are you? I don't know.

She's at the top of
the multi-storey in Ferris Road.

Be positive but don't lie to her.

Hi, Sian, it's Rachel again. I...

(DIALLING PHONE) just Chat to her.

-(PHONE RINGING)
- Have you lived around here long, Sian?

No, no, I mean, I'm just asking.
I'm interested.

We’ve just been talking to your cousin,

he seems like a nice fella.

(PHONE RINGING)

Have you seen any good films lately?

WOMAN ON PHONE: Force operations room.

Hello, this is DC Scott,
Major Incident Team.

We've got a bit of
a situation at the moment

with the suspect indicating
she's gonna harm herself.

Sian, we're here.

Are you up to this?

I need a big bar of chocolate
and a cup of tea

with far too much sugar in it. Okay?

Is that how you entice them down?

No, that's for you, you pillock.

Listen, what I need is
for you to stay upright

and stop me creeping forward. All right?

You're an intelligent woman, Sian.

Can you tell me what you're thinking?

If, if you can see a way forward,
because I know I can.

I couldn't stand it.

I've seen it so many times.

Lives ruined by this,

unthinking, unfeeling...

It's not even brutality. It's evil.

And nothing changes.

You get to court and even the
criminal justice system lets you down.

It was a bad decision.

I always knew this is how I'd end up.

What do you mean?

It happened to me.

Do you wanna talk about it?

When I was 15,

this bloke me dad knew...

I never told anyone. Not for years.

I spent all my teenage years
being innocuous.

Trying to hide.

Not wanting to be looked at.

Like Hannah.

Trying to be so not there

that no one would even notice that
you didn't turn up to your own...

I never got married.

I never had children.

I never went to college.

I never did anything.

And I could have.

I could have done all those things,

if it wasn't for that bastard!

My whole life was a...

(SOBBING)

But I knew I'd get him one day.

Or someone like him. And now I have.

But I'm not going to prison
because of him.

JANET: Sian.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

There are things you're gonna
have to face up to.

But people need you.

People like Hannah need you.

How's she gonna feel if she loses you?

Don't you think that
she's had enough to deal with?

And all those other people
that you've helped over the years.

How any many have there been?
Forty, fifty? How many?

- A lot, a lot I can tell you.
- Yes.

And they're not gonna want
to read in the papers

that the person who helped
them through the worst thing

that ever happened
to them in their lives

has taken her own life.

Are they?

But I'll tell you something else.

When they read in the papers

and they see on the news what you did,

they're gonna know. They're gonna know

that that verdict was wrong.

That's what I think.

You can face what you have to face
and move on.

I really believe you can do that.

But I don't regret what I've done.

Sian, I think

you did what all of us would
dearly love to have done.

(SIAN SOBBING)

Look, just open the bloody door

and get out here before I kick it in.

No, not till he apologises.

Look, Elise, I've had a long day.

I'm not in the mood for this.

I hate him and I hate you, too.

You're pretty priceless, you.

You can talk a suicidal woman
off a roof,

but you can't get your own daughter
out of the bathroom.

Elise.

It's Rachel. Can you come out, kid?
I'm busting for the loo.

- ELISE: No, you're not.
- No, I am.

(DOOR OPENING)

Don't lock yourself in rooms.

If you banged your head
and knocked yourself out

and we couldn't get in,
we'd have to phone...

We'd kick it in, 'cause we're trained.

Sorry, Rachel.

Do you know your mother
saved someone's life today?

Sorry.

I think you should say sorry
to your dad as well.

People just wanna be given a way out,
don't they,

-once they've dug themselves in.
- Most of the time.

I'd have been hopeless
at what you did today.

How are you feeling?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You don't have to live in there,
you know,

you can come downstairs.

I've been reading your
Veronica Hastings stuff.

What's his name, your retired copper?

Torn Walters, Detective Super.

Has any one ever noticed,
if this theory of his is correct

and all the murders are linked,

all the victims are exactly the same age

that Veronica would have been,
had she lived.

Exactly the same.

How Ward's that?