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No!

Rachel!

Please let me... Rachel! Open the door.

Please, Rachel.

Sh-h, love. It's all right.

Rachel!

Please. Daniel. Let me in.

Open the door. Please.

Please.

Rachel.

I'm coming over.

No, no. No, you did the right thing.

OK. The only people who can sort this out are Jack and Rachel. I know that.

Izzy's dead, Jack.

This isn't going to bring her back.

Why would Izzy do it, Red?

You OK?

OK.

What time is he on duty?

I don't know.

Eight. He said he started at eight.

Ah. I'll see he gets some sleep.

You know, getting through these things...

takes some time.

You know what this is?

It's a metaphor.

A metaphor for my life.

These are new shoes.

The walk'll break them in.

£300 on new boots, right?

Sat across the table from a blind date.

Know what's going through my mind? Not if you spend £300 on boots.

Most people who kill are men, most people who get killed are men.

I work with men solving crimes committed by men against men.

It's amazing what people throw away.

I laugh at his jokes, I... I frown when he's serious, I nod when he talks.

But inside I'm thinking,

"Is he one of them men?"

If some bloke took something of his, would he grind a broken bottle in his face? So, no more.

You're right, Duncan.

New shoes symbolise hope,

and I have no room for hope in my life.

I'm getting a sinking feeling myself.

What's-her-face never had this problem, did she?

Kate? She had her moments. Do you still hear from her?

She wanted a complete break from the force. Jesus Christ.

Get Red. Vickie, get Red.

The guy from pest control said there were ten hives in the back.

Anything between 20 to 40,000 bees.

They think they've got rid of the threat

They think? They've never seen anything like this.

Gibson! Come here with that crowbar. Get this door open now.

Who could do that to another?

see beyond the victim.

See the killer. What about the van?

Anything unusual? What, you mean apart from the bees, the maggots and the dead girl?

The doors. They've been stripped.

Like a company logo or banner's been removed.

And there's no registration plate. Probably a leased vehicle.

Find out the name of the firm, the person they leased it to.

Give me a glove.

"Save me." Save who?

The victim?

The killer?

Catherine McArdle.

Queensborough College.

Go to the college.

Talk to the tutors, talk to fellow students, friends,

any room mates, boyfriends she might have had trouble with.

Thank you.

Oh, Jesus.

Who's let...?

She can't do this one.

I'll deal with it.

Tim told me it was bad.

I'd say welcome back, but, um... I'll see what I can get on the parents.

I don't want this to be your first case back at work.

She's a student.

She's the same age as Isabel.

Look, once the inquest is...

I need to do this.

Thanks.

Isabel committed suicide, Vickie.

They're not connected.

What if I missed something at her crime scene?

Look at the differences. They're not connected.

Hiya. I'm looking for a Professor Uhomi, please.

Thank you.

Catherine McArdle's medical records.

That the parents?

Catherine, five years old.

Bruising of the torso.

12, broken arm.

Social Services looked at the father, talked to the mother. She backed up his story.

Nobody charged?

When did you last speak to your daughter, Mrs McArdle?

We talked to her on the phone a couple of days ago, but we hadn't seen her for a few months now.

Catherine was always studying for one exam or another.

She was very focused on doing well.

When she decided to do something, nothing would stop her.

Focused?

Well, she studied so much.

She believed that by working hard now, it pays off later.

Nobody gives you nothing for free.

Not in this life.

Did she talk about her boyfriend? Other friends?

You know what kids are like.

They get a bit of freedom, they lose your phone number,

don't talk to you in the same way.

Neither of you feel that she was unhappy?

Feeling threatened?

Trouble of any kind? Um...

I... I don't think Cathy was unhappy.

I... I haven't... haven't seen that.

Thank you. Sorry for your loss.

He talks too much.

And not about the right things.

A bright student - in the top 5% for the essays she actually submitted.

Her essay on the loss of feeling was really quite perceptive.

And she got on well with her fellow students? No complaints, trouble with drugs?

Catherine and drugs? No, I don't think so.

Well, at least not while she was here, anyway.

While she was here?

Catherine McArdle dropped out of university six weeks ago.

I've got the address of the student house she was staying at. Forensics will meet us there. OK, well done.

Catherine McArdle lost her focus.

Come in.

Mr Eccleshall?

DS Clarke. - Oh, of course.

Um, Vickie, isn't it?

Is this about Isabel's inquest?

Do you have any psychology students in your literature classes?

I don't think so. Why? I...

Well, it's probably a coincidence.

Catherine McArdle wasn't in any of Isabel Price's classes was she?

I don't think so.

Let me check for you.

C. I'd be lost without this thing.

She's not in any trouble, is she?

OK, here we go.

Er, no.

Sorry. No, that's fine.

Thanks.

The press are looking for a statement.

Nothing about the signature...

or the manner of death. What about the students?

Kept herself to herself, stayed in her room. They didn't know she'd dropped out.

Not as industrious as Daddy thought. We're different people with our parents, though.

Which is Catherine's room? Straight to the top of the stairs.

Her mobile was charging. She got a call, 3.45 yesterday.

No caller ID. We're doing a reverse billing to trace the number.

Can you bag this later?

I only caught the tail end. She was arguing with someone. A woman.

I guess they heard the door close and decided to tone it down.

I don't make a habit of listening to other people's business.

Don't suppose you got anything useful - description, car registration?

I don't respond well to negativity.

And you have a very negative aura.

She looked... She dressed more expensive than Catherine.

When you say smarter, do you mean she dressed older?

I mean she didn't live around here. Catherine left about 10, 15 minutes after her.

Did she have any boyfriends? Didn't see the recent one.

I heard him plenty, though, if you know what I mean. Is there going to be a reward for this?

Because, believe it or not, this lap of wanton luxury don't come free.

They're here. Who's here?

Get him back!

Mrs McArdle.

Mr McArdle, could you wait inside the car, please?

Oh...

..Cathy.

Mrs McArdle...

..you saw that she was lost,

How long had you known that she'd dropped out of university?

Well, it was only for this year.

She came to see me. She needed money to pay for...

She was going to go back next year. Did she say why wanted to take a year out?

No, she wouldn't say.

She was worried if her father found out she'd dropped out.

She thought she was protecting me.

Where's McArdle?

Can you think of anyone who might want to harm her? Uh, I can't think who that might be.

You can't think?

Or you're too scared to think?

Was she afraid of her father?

She was scared she'd let me down.

She was trapped!

I didn't protect her and now she's dead and there's nothing I can do for her!

You can still free her.

What is it? Did you hurt her?

Did you kill her? What?

How could you think...?

What have you said to her? Let's step outside. I should have saved my girl!

What did you do?

You're not fit to be her father!

I loved her! You? You tore her in two!

You tore her apart.

He tore her inside and I did nothing.

He was always there and I did nothing.

I should rot in hell with h...

Evelyn. It's all right. Cathy's not suffering now.

She's in heaven.

Oh, she's...

Oh, she's in h...

My wife's very upset.

..focus on that, sir.

Do you recognise that address?

It's a street near our house.

Your daughter got a call from a phone box in that street.

Where were you yesterday at 3.45? What?

I was out walking the dog.

Just before work.

Enjoy your work, do you?

Broken arm.

Bruising to the torso. You recognise them?

Catherine always had her nose in a book. She tripped.

You told Social Services she fell off her bike. A book, a bike, what difference does it make?

Yeah, you know what kids are like. Broken arm, a bruise or two. Bet that focused her!

I need to speak to my wife. Did you meet Catherine yesterday?

No, of course not. When's the last time you hit her?

You have no right...! Did she decide to go to the police?

I loved my daughter. She decided to confront you.

She decided to tell you what she thought of you.

She decided she wasn't going to take it any more, and you couldn't stand that, could you?

Murdered by some...

And you just sit there and you think that...

Please, I just want to speak to my wife.

Did you know Catherine had a boyfriend?

Where were you last night?

I was at home.

Where you left me. You don't know.

Know? Know what?

Catherine McArdle is dead.

Right, um, if we can get cracking, please.

We've got a lot to get through. Everybody, listen up. DC Clarke...

Catherine McArdle, former student at Queensborough College.

3.30 yesterday afternoon, an unidentified woman left Catherine's room after an argument.

3.45, Catherine gets a phone call from a phone box near her parents' house.

No prints, no witnesses.

Mr McArdle was out of the house at the time.

3.55, Catherine leaves her room.

She's never seen again. We don't know where she was going, we don't know who she met.

Mr McArdle denies meeting her.

So far, no sign of the boyfriend.

Did the woman she was arguing with wait outside and follow her?

Did the, er, verbal argument turn physical?

Well, that narrows it down - an angry woman!

Could a woman have done this?

I don't see why not. There were bruises to the back of the victim's head.

So she was knocked unconscious to get her in the van.

Or she knew the killer and she was knocked unconscious IN the van.

You think her father's responsible? I know, no matter how much he denies it, he physically abused her.

Was she sexually assaulted? We'll know more after the post mortem. What else do we know?

Nothing out of the ordinary. A string of jobs.

Um, secretary, till assistant, shelf-stacker, cashier.

She walked out or was fired from them all.

Didn't connect, fit in or care, was her employers' feeling.

Sounds like a student to me!

An ordinary person.

An extraordinary death.

Why bees?

Why was she locked in a van with bees?

This takes preparation.

The method means something to the killer.

Territorial and aggressive.

If a hive is threatened, the swarm marshal forces to attack.

Killing a single bee releases a scent causing the workers to retaliate.

The bee dies after it stings.

She had extensive stinging on her face, her arms, her legs, eyelids.

Her throat and tongue were covered with stings.

I couldn't count how many.

She would have felt every single sting

until she either passed out with the pain or was unable to breathe.

She was conscious? Well...

Bruises on her arm suggest a struggle to escape.

She was stung to death.

Why remove the gaffer tape from her mouth?

The killer wanted to hear her scream.

Or...to allow the bees into the mouth.

A swollen tongue guarantees blocked airways, that guarantees death.

"Save me."

The blood on the window was hers?

The same blood type. These pictures suggest the killer cut her and then used her blood.

If the killer uses her blood to write "Save me", is he taunting us?

She was alone.

Screaming for help.

She was breathing them in.

Screaming for...

someone, anyone to save her.

"Save me."

From who? The killer?

Or from what?

The father - dig deeper.

Talk to neighbours, other relatives, friends, get back to the college.

Maybe the ex-boyfriend knows the current boyfriend.

We have got to find out who Catherine McArdle was arguing with

and why.

Talk to her.

Talking is not going to bring Izzy back, Red.

I'm sorry. For everything.

You don't have to apologise for anything.

You lost a daughter.

Just do me a favour...

talk to her.

Sober. I know. I'm going to.

Thanks.

I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can. You stay as long as you need.

Oh, that's smart, Jack, really smart. Queensborough College.

Izzy's college. They were even in the same year.

What part of "pull yourself together" did you hear as "start drinking on duty"?

First Izzy and now this. That is not a coincidence, Duncan.

We've got to get out of here. No, think about it.

What if the cases are linked?

Jack, Isabel wasn't murdered.

Maybe Izzy didn't commit suicide.

Whoever killed McArdle killed Izzy first. What if Izzy was first? Jack.

Maybe... Maybe they pushed her off the building. They made her jump.

The crime scenes are totally different. She missed something.

Vickie may be green, but she's smart. She knows nothing about life.

Suffering to her is only being able to afford one pair of shoes a week.

Jack, she's not stupid. Red screwed up, giving her a case too soon.

Maybe if it was Sam dead in the ground, you'd think differently.

Maybe if she was assigned to your son...

would you want her to speak for him, Duncan? Would you?

Would you want his death in her hands?

That's what I thought. She can't speak for the dead.

She can't see what she needs to see.

And you know what the sad thing is?

Look her in the eyes. She knows it herself.

No, you're wrong, Jack. He's not supposed to be in here.

Yeah, I know, and I'm just giving him a lift back to Red's.

Come on then, Jack. Let's get going.

I'll see you in the morning, OK?

Tape one. 7.15am. Present in the room are myself, chief pathologist

Rachel Price assisted by Tim Evans, and the police photographer.

Doing post mortem of Catherine McArdle, aged 20, psychology student.

Student at the college.

I'm about to cut into...

I'm about...

Excuse me.

Rachel? Rachel, are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm... Tim, I'm fine. I'll be fine. Just give me a minute.

Look, I can tell them we have to delay the examination. No.

I'll be fine, Tim. Just give me a minute.

Rachel? OK? Sorry.

Picking up where we left off.

Post mortem of Catherine McArdle, aged 20, psychology student, Queensborough College.

The throat is, as suspected, lined with...

..stings. Oh, my God!

Hundreds of them.

I'll start the Y-incision. No sign of recent sexual activity. No semen. MOBILE RINGS

Saved by the bell. No localised bruising.

Yeah? I'll send these swabs off to the labs,

but I doubt you're going to get a DNA hit.

Thank you.

Get uniform to raid the place.

The van was leased to a wholesale florist, Fullerton's Flowers,

based in New Covent Garden.

And it seems Mr Fullerton hasn't reported the van missing.

Uh-um, for the benefit of the tape, I'm feeling inside the body.

To feel... Rachel, something wrong? There's something in here.

What do you mean? What's going on? Scalpel.

What is it?

It's a foetus. She was pregnant.

Can I speak to Mr Fullerton? McArdle could have found out his daughter was pregnant and lost his temper.

If Catherine was pregnant, who's the first person she'd want to tell? The father of the baby.

Thanks. Fullerton isn't there.

He visits his wife every morning at St Sebastian's. St Sebastian's? That's a hospice.

You've got a patient, Mrs Claire Fullerton. You couldn't tell us if her husband's with her?

She looks like she's sleeping.

What time was Mrs Fullerton last checked?

What time was she last checked?

What about medication?

She was self-medicating.

There should be a full day's dosage there.

It's empty.

Mr Fullerton?

You forgot your anniversary. Wife's birthday.

Technically I'm off duty, but if it's an emergency I can get the girl in the shop to bring in some...

flowers.

Do you have family? Mr Fullerton, anyone we should contact?

No.

Have you seen this woman before?

Customer?

Did she work for you? Who is this?

I don't... What's going on?

Mr Fullerton,

we think your wife was murdered.

Murdered? No.

No, she was ill.

She had motor neurone disease.

You had a van stolen.

Didn't you notice? You never reported it missing.

Well, I'm with Claire most of the day. I forgot.

It was leased. Er...

about a month ago.

Claire rang up in the middle of the night. She should be resting, but she says she's got the answer.

Always had to have the answers, Claire.

Erm, she says it's cheaper if we lease the vans. I said, "Cheaper?" You know, what are we saving it for?

We haven't got a family.

We...we...

I told her to rest.

All the time she's not resting she,

um.. I told her...

I told her to go to sleep.

The woman in the photograph was found dead in your van.

No! There must be some mistake. You said that it was my wife who...

Is this because I didn't report the van?

It's all my fault?

Dad, Mum said... Tell your mother I still live here.

What are you doing?!

Stop it. Stop it! You're wrecking everything!

OK. It's OK.

Calm down. Calm down.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to frighten you. I promise.

Everything's going to be all right. I'm going to find out what happened to Izzy.

We're still living, Dad.

Do we have to die before you listen to us?

You're more interested in the dead than the living. Daniel...

Danny!

Two women dead.

Same time of day.

Same gashes.

Same signature.

"Save Me".

Written in the victim's blood by the killer.

Totally different methods of death.

Catherine McArdle,

stung by bees.

Died in agony.

Claire Fullerton, overdosed with morphine.

Passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Why?

the woman she had the argument with, why would they kill Claire Fullerton? Are they trying to throw us off?

Fullerton?

Claire Fullerton?

Can I access my computer from here?

You know her? I don't know.

I think so.

I did a post-mortem about ten years ago on a Mary Fullerton.

Type in your password.

I was a path assistant at the time.

She was found strangled. Her mother was a gardener or something. She ran a flower shop.

Parents. Harry and Claire Fullerton.

My daughter went out to a disco one night.

And she never came back.

You never recover after losing a child.

The best you do is learn to get on with life.

Claire...

Well, she stopped living that day. It was like she was stuck in limbo.

The man who killed your daughter died in prison. Never said why. That's what upset Claire.

We never got an answer.

We laid flowers at the place where he killed her, every week.

Did you wife come to work in your business after your daughter died?

Claire joined me after six month... well, a year now.

I thought nothing keeping us in London now, after, er...

Claire couldn't let go.

We did more for Mary after her death than ever we did when she was living. Excuse me.

What did Claire do before she came to work with you? Er, she was a gardener at the university.

We know the university is now a link between Catherine McArdle and Claire Fullerton. Yes? Yes.

Could they have known each other?

Ask the university to send staff files to the incident room.

Maybe there's something we're not seeing.

You OK? Yeah. Yeah, of course.

DI Price. Despite what the prospectus likes to say about pastoral care,

I don't even know all my own first-year students. Catherine wasn't in any of my classes.

Izzy was in your class. You would have seen her about the college.

Well, yes, but I don't know if Catherine knew Isabel. Did you ever see her talking to Catherine?

Did they sit together in the canteen? Did they hang out with the same group of people? I don't know, Mr Price.

Julia.

Mary, Claire.

OK, people, where were we? Did you all read The Road To Wigan Pier?

Er, her brain shows signs of degeneration and atrophy.

You do know she had motor neurone disease?

Great. Well, that's... That's great.

Like we don't have enough to do here. Why kill someone who's going to be dead in what, a few weeks?

Days?

Why have we come back? Forensics said the room was clear.

The van led us to the Fullertons.

The killer led us here. Why stop?

What are we looking for?

The TV was on.

There's fingerprint dust all over the place. The forensics guys have pulled the aerial out by accident.

There was static on the TV when we came in.

The killer left a trail.

OK, listen up. Tech have looked at the video.

They tell us we're looking for a Mercedes van series 208.

We know what we're looking for, let's get looking.

Car parks, lay-bys. Come on! You know the drill.

Any abductions or attempted abductions in the past few days?

Nothing matching the description of the women in the video.

I want you to go through all the records that we have.

This won't be the first time that our man has tried something like this.

The killer has abducted four women successfully that we know of.

But the first time, the real first time, he probably screwed it up. They always do.

Any connection between Catherine McArdle and Claire Fullerton?

Catherine McArdle's last known boyfriend,

got himself dumped three months ago, doesn't know who for.

It seems whoever she was having a new relationship with, they were trying to keep it a secret.

Somebody found out.

Catherine McArdle yesterday, Claire Fullerton today.

And if these two aren't dead already, they will be by morning.

Vickie, you've got an urgent call from somebody called Joyce. On line three.

Hi, Joyce.

Tell my dad I'll be back as soon as I can.

Yeah, you might have to remind him.

You know how he is.

I really appreciate this, Joyce. Thanks.

Everything all right? Yeah, nothing I can't manage.

I'm just going through Isabel's stuff for the inquest tomorrow.

Hello.

Mum...

So sorry for your loss.

The area was cordoned off when I arrived.

At that stage Isabel's injuries and the position of her body indicated she had fallen from a height.

Was a suicide note ever found?

She didn't leave a note, no.

However, it is our...

it is my contention that she left a trail indicating clear and reasoned thought.

To gain access to the roof, Isabel...

Miss Price...climbed two flights of steps where she broke through a fire door onto the roof before...

before she jumped.

When I searched the roof, I found her bracelet on the ledge.

How did she break the door?

She broke the glass and released the catch.

And there were no other injuries to indicate the involvement of a third party?

No, Ma'am, there was no sign of a struggle of any kind. Thank you, DS Clarke.

No, on the contrary, I'd have said that she was full of life.

Looking for answers, asking questions.

I remember just a week or two before,

I noticed a student crying in the canteen, and I saw Isabel

get up from her friends and go over and comfort this girl.

I don't think she even knew who she was. But that's the type of person that Isabel was.

Whatever happened that day,

the reason we're here,

I think it's only fair that something like that should be remembered.

The manner of her death can't be allowed to reflect on how she lived her life.

Just came in. The van was stolen three days ago. We're on our way there now to interview the owner.

We've checked female friends, relatives, neighbours of Catherine McArdle and Claire Fullerton.

Anybody with a link to the college. Nobody's missing.

Isabel was not distressed in the run-up to her death.

The family liaison officer has noted that there was nothing in the life

of the family to warrant such extreme action.

This was a family doing what any loving family does.

Getting on with life.

Given the extreme action and steps that Isabel took to end her life,

it is incumbent on me to find a verdict of suicide.

No.

Officer!

She was murdered!

Someone with a grudge against students. Against the university!

For Christ sakes, Rachel, you must see that she was the first victim! She missed something.

She missed something.

What did you miss?!

Got what you wanted?

What I wanted?

Do you think I wanted to be there? Do you think I wanted to sit there

hearing them talk about her, listening to what might have been wrong with her? What I wanted...

She didn't kill herself. She committed suicide, Jack. She killed herself.

Get this door open now!

Cordon the area. No-one leaves, no-one gets in.

Names and addresses, number plates. Come on!

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