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Hello, darling.

Good luck, darling.

All right, girls?

How much, luv?

I'm just waiting for a friend.

I'll be your
friend, sweetheart.

That kind of prick
tease stops right now.

Tonight.

Ah!

Get in there!

Oh!

What's your name?

Piss off!

Two choices.

I take you home, or I take
you down to the station

and I book you for soliciting.

You've run away.

Does your dad abuse you?

What?

Your dad, did he
sexually abuse you?

No.

So why'd you run away?

You were bored?

Is that it?

You're gonna throw your whole
life away out of boredom?

That's just stupid.

What the hell do you
care about my life?

You just assaulted
a police officer.

The GBH charge will stick,
and that's a year in prison.

Or I could take you home.

Derek McNeil.

Thank you for bringing her home.

Your daughter's
very beautiful.

What's her name?

Imogen. Did my daughter--

No.

Her pimp did.

God.

Thank you.

PC Lane.

PC Alan Lane.

DI Kate Warren, this
is DS Roger Barton.

Nikki Alexander, pathologist.

Jack Hodgson, forensics.

The body's in the
flat above the pub.

Joanne Henderson, age 32.

Hubby Roly Henderson
said their daughter

found her whilst he was
asleep in the bar downstairs.

Says he slipped in her
blood when he found

her, but we've no
sign of forced entry.

Well, every second
he's moving around,

he's compromising
the blood evidence.

I'll start processing him.

Thank you, Jack.

EMMA HENDERSON: I
wanna see my dad.

I wanna see my dad!

I wanna see my dad.

Just give us a
minute, all right?

Why don't you take
her out to the car?

Yes, ma'am.

No!

Come on.

Are you all right?

What's your name?

My name's Nikki.

I'm so sorry.

Can you take me
to my dad, please?

Of course.

We just need his help
with a few things first.

Dr. Alexander?

I need to go.

But I want you to be as brave
as you can until I get back, OK?

Good girl.

You have no business telling
her she can see her dad.

There's blood
on her pyjama top.

I'll bag it after I've
processed the body.

Fine.

Does she have relatives?

Give us a chance, luv.

We've contacted
Social Services.

Maybe there's a friend
she can stay with.

Maybe there is.

Let's just focus on the
job in hand, shall we?

Multiple stab wounds
to the chest and neck.

Massive exsanguination.

Murder weapon as
yet unrecovered?

Must be 200 quid in
that purse over there.

Wasn't a robbery.

Doesn't look like
a sex crime either.

She's in her pyjamas.

The old lockstep, heartbreak
of rage, then profound regret.

Pfft, I'm not
seeing any regret.

When the daughter found her,
she was covered with a sheet.

It's what the Murder Manual
calls care and concern.

Regret, after the fact.

Blue fibres under the
fingernails of the right hand.

The fourth fingertip
on the left hand

has been amputated at the
distal interphalangeal joint.

When SOCOs move the body,
they should be looking

for a missing fingertip.

She's a big girl.

Might be under there
with the murder weapon.

Have some bloody respect.

Where's me daughter?

Just hold still, please.

Where's me daughter?

I asked you a question.

I'm gonna need to ask
you to take your shirt off.

Is that OK?

Yeah, let me
take his cuffs off.

I'd say well over
50% blood loss.

You're a betting man?

At a depth of
half a centimetre,

one litre will cover an area
of 2,000 square centimetres.

Would you close the
curtains, please, Nikki?

Anyone wearing trainers?

Lead on, please.

What does this mean?

Eh, I'm under arrest?

No, not yet.

But I could soon fix that.

There we are.

Are we nearly done?

Looks like the
trail ends here.

Maybe not.

JACK HODGSON:
These might explain

why he was in his socks.

KATE WARREN: Thinking that
could be our murder weapon.

The hood might explain how
he kept the blood off his face.

Roly Henderson,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion the of the
murder of Joanne Henderson.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention,
when questioned,

something which you
later rely on in court.

CLARISSA: You'll be astounded
to hear the blue fibres under

the victim's nails are visually
similar to the blue fibres from

the blood-soaked fleece.

Thanks, Clarissa.

Chemical tests should confirm.

Thanks, Jack, that's great.

Not a problem.

Good luck.

Jack?

If his lawyer's happy,
why don't you sit in?

Make sure I don't
fluff the science.

Yeah, sure.

I got a D in biology.

I'm not kidding.

You said you slept in
the bar last night.

Is that a regular occurrence?

We'd had a stupid argument.

Me wife had started letting
Emma do her homework in the bar.

You disapproved?

Yeah, I didn't like her
sitting there next to god

knows who.

So you made your
feelings known?

It was classic tit for tat.

I had a pop at
Joanne about Emma.

She had a go at me
for slicing lemons

without a chopping
board, and I lost it.

I raise me voice a bit, and
then I chuck knife in the sink.

So you screamed at your
wife in front of the pub,

and threw a knife in
her general direction?

No, I threw it in the sink.

Where was she standing?

Near the sink?

Well-- well, yeah.

What if you'd missed?

What happened next, bearing
in mind we've taken statements

from other patrons?

I took a bottle of
whiskey from the shelf,

and I walked out.

What?

And the fact that
your daughter was

sat there didn't bother you?

You being so concerned
about exposing her

to the indecencies
of the public bar?

These swabs are
from the suspect?

Mm, neck and face.

I want to check there's no
trace of the victim's blood.

Always harder to
prove a negative.

Negative is exactly what it is.

If he washed
blood off his face,

you'd expect to find
trace, wouldn't you?

Unless he used a
bleach-based detergent.

But then his hair
would be streaked,

and I'd be picking up sodium
hypochlorite, which I'm not.

You're sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

Good news?

What?

You look pleased, that's all.

No, I'm just--

well, OK, I am pleased.

If Roly Henderson's guilty,
his 10-year-old daughter

lost both her parents today.

KATE WARREN: Describe
your marriage.

It's good.

It's happy.

No problems?

There weren't problems?

Every marriage has problems.

Expand, please.

Mr. Henderson.

She slept with someone.

An old school friend.

It was months ago.

He was more her age, was he?

It was nothing
to do with that.

When did you find out?

Last week.

How?

I found a text.

Why don't you just
tell me how it happened?

Nothing happened.

I didn't do anything.

Where can we reach
him-- your wife's lover.

He wasn't her lover.

OK, it was a one-off thing.

It meant nothing to her.

So you were
understanding, then,

when she told you about it?

Come on, Roly.

Isn't that the real
cause of your row?

No, it wasn't.

His name's David Clancy.

He lives in Edinburgh, I think.

Do you recognise these
trainers and this fleece?

They're mine.

When did you last wear them?

Last night.

What about the knife?

KATE WARREN: We recovered your
fingerprints from the handle.

Of course you did.

I just told you I was
using it last night.

The thing is, the fingerprints
on the knife are undisturbed.

What?

It suggests no other hand
held the knife after yours did.

There's clear continuity
with some of the spatter.

And an airborne blood pattern
around the right sleeve,

from repeated stabbing
of the victim.

The killer was wearing
this fleece, yeah?

With the hood up.

See the spatter around the rim?

But the samples from
the suspect's face

prove negative for blood.

Given the blood
on his hood, you'd

expect his face to
be showered in blood.

What if he was wearing
a mask, as well as a hood?

We didn't find a mask.

Plus, a mask and a hood doesn't
exactly yell heat-of-the-moment

domestic killing.

Well, who said it was?

Detective Inspector
Kate Warren.

Ah.

Yeah, well, let's see what the
postmortem brings to light.

I drove out to the common,
drank most of the Jameson's,

and came home.

Oh, so you drove home with
a bottle of whiskey in you?

I've made better choices.

And worse ones, too, I'll bet.

So, angry and drunk,
you get back to the pub.

I'm not angry.

Just drunk.

What time?

I don't know,
about three, maybe.

And were you wearing these
trainers and this fleece?

Yes.

I think I kicked the
trainers off and--

and draped the fleece over
me, you know, to keep warm.

You think you did, or
you suppose you must have?

Truth is, the first thing I
remember for certain is Em--

--is Emma shaking me awake.

I could see the blood on--

on her pyjamas, and the--

and the t-- the
terror in her eyes.

I went upstairs to find Joanne,
and she was-- was on the floor.

She was covered in a sheet.

Did you attempt
to resuscitate her?

No, but I could
see she was dead.

There was blood everywhere.

I slipped in it.

Mr. Henderson,
it's early days,

but so far we've found
no sign of forced entry,

no sign of robbery,
and no suggestion

your wife was
sexually assaulted.

My version of events, you didn't
forgive Joanne for this fling.

Quite the opposite.

You knew it was her
looking for a way out,

and you weren't having it.

You came back this
morning, drunk and angry.

You came back with just
enough whiskey-fueled courage

to finish what you'd started.

No.

You even used the same knife.

Only this time you didn't
just throw it in the sink.

No, that's not true.

And in the time it
took for her to die,

you hid your fleece, your
shoes, and the knife,

and you let your daughter find
her mother's butchered corpse

in the hope that she'd
give you an alibi.

Victim is a previously
healthy 32-year-old female,

identified as Joanne Henderson.

There are incisions and possible
defensive wounds to both hands.

Did SOCOs find the fingertip?

Not yet.

The distal phalanx of the
little finger on the left hand

has been removed.

A straight, clean cut that
suggests a sharp blade.

Jagged depressions
on the skin suggests

a blade with a serrated edge.

Are you sure about that?

No, that's why
I said, suggests.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, the knife we've
found has a flat blade.

What you swabbing for?

Leukotriene B4.

It's something that
we've been testing

for recently, leukotriene B4.

It's a-- a healing receptor.

And if we don't
find it, it's just

that the wound was post mortem.

I noticed an absence
of bleeding at the scene.

And, as you can see,
there's no inflammation.

So the finger was severed
a few seconds after death?

More like a few minutes,
which is clearly significant.

Not clear to me.

Earlier today you were
quoting from the Murder Manual.

I've only read the chapters
relevant to pathology,

but I do recall that the taking
of body parts from the scene

is associated with the
trophies of psychopaths, not

domestic murders.

Wound number eight, a
diagonally oriented chest

wound that penetrated
the pleural cavity.

The tip of your broken
flat-bladed knife.

Wound number nine is an
incision to the neck that

severed the carotid artery.

This was the fatal injury,
and produced the heavy blood

spatter documented at
the scene of the crime.

This wound is four inches deep.

Deeper than the
other wounds, and not

consistent with
the 2 and 1/2 inch

flat-bladed knife that was
recovered from the scene.

Are you sure?

Wounds one to seven were
only 2 and 1/2 inches deep.

I think that wound was
caused by a 4 inch plus blade

with a jagged edge.

A hunting knife seems probable.

So we're not just
missing the fingertip.

We're missing the
murder weapon, as well.

In which case, our
missing murder weapon,

which might look
something like this,

should still be under this roof.

Believe it or not, there
are 42 rooms in this dump,

and our suspect's had five
years to acquaint himself

with every loose
board and empty pipe.

Plenty of places to hide
a good stash of coke, then.

Coca-cola, not charlie.

JACK HODGSON: OK.

There's three levels,
with a basement area,

encompassing 11 toilets, four
kitchens, and two entirely

separate sets of plumbing.

Split into 10 sections
for your convenience.

We should get the
sniffer dogs in.

Unless anyone has
any reason not to.

Suspect lives here.

His scent's going
to be everywhere.

Well, blow me.

Right, that's it.

Piss off.

Get out.

Why?

Ma'am.

Don't ma'am me.

Go on.

Go!

Right, lads,
let's get started.

What was all that about?

Doesn't matter.

It mattered enough
to send him home.

Try me.

Excuse me.

Dad?

TONY WARREN: Hello, Katie.

Have you charged him yet?

Not yet.

There's been a couple of--

TONY WARREN: I'm outside.

Found another knife?

I'll talk to you in a minute.

I talked to Mike
Shields at the CPS.

Something came to
light in the post-mortem.

I know.

A second knife.

No doubt you'll find it, along
with the missing fingertip.

There's always
going to be things

that point the other way, K.

Yeah, I know, but--

but I'm just not
sure that he did it.

It's not your concern.

Your concern is,
do I have a case?

Do I have enough to charge him?

Mike Shields thinks you do.

He says, you charge
Henderson now,

and you add stuff down the line.

Yeah, but--

One win, Katie.

One win, and you're
back on track.

Dad, you've got to trust me.

People go down every day on
far less than what you've got.

Why are you talking to
the CPS about my case?

Are you using again?

What?

You better not be.

I put my neck on
the line for you.

You throw that in my
face, we're finished.

Dad.

Had a look at
your broken blade.

Blood from your victim mixed
in with some lemon pith

and dried citrus juice.

Roly Henderson was using the
knife to slice lemons with.

Found a bright green
fibre where the blade meets

the handle.

First I thought, was it
80s night at the pub?

But it's high-absorbency
microfiber,

which doesn't scream clothing.

JACK HODGSON: Think
somebody came through there?

What?

Broken shelf under a window.

Oh, no, that was me.

I was checking the
guttering and it broke.

Bit embarrassing.

Did you hurt yourself?

I'll live.

I'd better bag
the shelf anyway.

Jack, I think we've got
enough to charge Henderson

without the second knife.

What's the rush?

Plenty of time to gather
more evidence, right?

Well, we can add stuff to
the charge sheet down the line.

Do me a favour.

Hang fire for half an hour.

Why?

Dr. Alexander wants
to you something.

She's on her way now.

You have witnesses
who say Roly threw

the knife in the sink and left?

Yes.

On, and on, and
on, and on at me.

--you know what I mean?

And none of them said
that he retrieved the knife

from the sink
before he went out?

No, he must have picked it
up when he got back later.

But the bar was clean
and tidy this morning.

And Joanne was killed
around 6 AM, in her bedroom.

What's you point?

That she must have
cleaned up last night.

If Roly picked up the
knife when he came back,

then it would have already
been through the dishwasher.

Who says it didn't?

Lemon juice and a green
fibre recovered from the broken

blade.

Well, she was
upset after the row.

Maybe she missed the knife
and left it in the sink.

Unlikely.

It's spotless.

So if Roly didn't take
the knife with him,

and if it didn't go through the
dishwasher, then what's left?

Someone else took the
knife after Roly left,

and before Joanne cleared up.

And I think they used
the missing green bar

towel as a mitt.

Chuck something in the sink.

It's the only stool close
enough to reach the sink.

And the only one with
a missing green towel.

I'll print it.

Do we have any idea
who was sitting here?

NIKKI ALEXANDER: Do you
remember where you were sitting?

Would you mind
sitting up there now?

Thanks.

So you were doing you homework?

Yeah.

Mum was helping me
with my fractions.

From this position, you
could see all the customers

in this part of the pub.

Did you know any of them?

George was sitting there,
where he always sits.

And what about at
that end of the bar?

A man.

Did you know him?

No.

Can you describe him?

Dark hair.

Anything else?

Did he speak to anyone?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

Just after your dad left, did
this man do anything strange?

Like what?

Did you see him
reach into the sink?

No.

Roly Henderson,
I am charging you

with the murder of
Joanne Henderson.

You do not have
to say anything--

No, I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

I didn't.

No, I didn't kill me wife!

I'd never, never kill me wife!

I didn't kill me wife, OK?

You've got to find
who killed her.

They've charged him.

I've been checking through
domestic murder cases

where body parts went
missing from the scene.

Oh, four years ago,
Eleanor Marshall

was bludgeoned to death at a
picnic site 10 miles from here.

And her husband, Simon
Marshall, claimed

that she was killed
by a stranger who

beat her with an oar, and
then cut off her finger

with a hunting knife.

The husband's banged up at Her
Majesty's pleasure as we speak.

Morning.

Dr. Alexander Thank you.

I'm afraid I can't
really explain

my interest in your case.

There can be no quid
pro quo of information.

But you have nothing to lose,
and possibly something to gain.

April 5, 2009, why don't
you start at the beginning?

It was a beautiful day.

And I was making amends
for some very ugly things.

I suggested a trip
to Palmer's Lake.

It was Eleanor's favourite
place in the whole world.

Well, at least in North Kent.

She seemed happy.

She really did.

And when she dozed
off, I saw it as a sign

that she still trusted me.

Watching her sleep, I--

I felt-- I was overwhelmed
with love for her.

And I promised myself
this was a new start.

And I'd never hurt her again.

Watch what you're doing, mate.

Oh, shit, my bag.

Hey, come on.

Put the oar down.

Send your wife over.

What?

You heard me.

Send your wife over,
or you're both dying.

No.

No way, mate.

I just want to talk to her.

He just wants to talk to you.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Get back in the boat.

Simon!

Get back in the boat!

ELEANOR MARSHALL:
Please don't hurt me, please.

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

Please.

Please, please, please.

Big man, then, I was.

I did nothing to save her.

Honey, honey.

But somebody did this,
and he's still out there.

Hi.

How'd it go with Marshall?

Honestly, I think his
wife and Joanne Henderson

were killed by the same person.

I just can't prove it.

Yet.

The broken branch
is from an oak tree.

And the green sapwood
suggests it's freshly severed.

Maybe kicked there
in the struggle?

It's like it
just landed there.

Marshall told you the
biker fired in the air.

But no shotgun
pellets or cartridges

were ever recovered
from the scene.

You think that the
pellets severed the branch

and lodged in the tree?

Got to be worth taking
a look, hasn't it?

Yup.

So, if Eleanor's
body was found here,

then the picnic blanket
would have been there.

I definitely think that
this is the oak tree

that the stray branch came from.

Jack?

Huh?

Sorry, I was miles away.

What?

Look, I don't mind
climbing a ladder.

No, no, I've got it.

What is it?

Just a spot of vertigo.

I'm not seeing anything.

Well, if the biker
was standing here,

facing out towards the lake,
and he fired the gun upwards--

you're doing well for
a man with vertigo.

Oh.

God bless Clarissa.

Shot?

No.

Cartridge wadding.

The tree bark insulated
the wadding pretty well.

A perfect print left
in gun oil by whoever

assembled the gun cartridge.

It links to a
third murder case.

The fingerprint
belongs to a farmer

called Derek McNeil, who
died in a car accident

on Christmas Eve, 1993.

And why do we have
McNeil's prints on file?

Purposes of elimination.

A break-in at his farm, in
which his shotgun was stolen.

But you said that the
prints are linked to a murder?

Yeah.

A year after McNeil
died, his daughter Imogen

was murdered by her
husband, PC Alan Lane.

PC?

Lane was a copper.

He got life, but he's out now.

The investigating
officer and Percival

must have made a hell of a case.

She never found Imogen's body.

Just some bloody clothes
and a severed finger.

And DNA confirmed that this
was Imogen's finger and blood?

And DI Percival found
more of Imogen's blood

in the boot of Lane's car,
and on a shovel in his garage.

JACK HODGSON: So we're thinking,
if the severed fingertip is

some sort of
signature, we could be

dealing with a killer
targeting unrelated women.

CLARISSA: Common factor is that
he uses forensic misdirection

to frame the husbands.

Well, if that's
true, then it suggests

that Alan Lane was another
victim, and not the killer.

We need to talk
to Imogen's Mum

about the missing
shotgun, and Alan Lane.

Hello.

So sorry to trouble you.

My name's Dr. Alexander.

This is Professor Leo Dalton.

Could we come in and
have a word, please?

Yes.

Imogen and her dad were close.

Every June they'd
take off for Wales.

Leave me behind.

I didn't mind too much.

I can't swim.

Edith, when your husband's
shotgun was stolen,

was any ammunition taken?

Yeah, a few boxes, I think.

And did Derek have any
suspicions as to who'd

taken it?

Alan.

Our son-in-law.

I told Derek he was
being ridiculous.

I still thought of Alan as a
strange but basically decent

man.

And when did you change
your opinion about that?

When they pulled my
husband's body out of his car.

He'd been saying for weeks that
Alan was going to kill him.

Make it look like an accident.

How did your daughter
meet Alan Lane?

She ran away, and
he brought her home.

You didn't know him before?

No.

No, he was just a
friendly policeman.

Thank you for
bringing her home.

We didn't think it odd
when he started dropping in.

Even when he asked
Imogen out on a date,

he wrote to us to
get our permission.

He was very proper.

I brought you some flowers.

Thank you.

EDITH MCNEIL: We had no idea who
we were letting into our lives.

A month after my
husband's funeral,

Alan announced that he
and Imogen were moving

into the farm to look after me.

Except a week after
that, he suggested

I move to the village.

It'd be easier for me,
being nearer the shops.

So why do you think he
really wanted you gone?

He couldn't stand
sharing my daughter.

It's still your house, Mum.

You can move back anytime.

I'll be fine.

I'll be over first
thing to help you unpack.

Don't worry.

EDITH MCNEIL: Every
instinct was telling me not

to leave her alone with him.

That man killed my
husband and my daughter.

And his life sentence
was eight measly years.

Do you know where
Alan Lane is now?

I-- I see Anne
Percival sometimes.

She's retired from
the police force now.

I think she said he
sells hiking equipment

from the back of a van.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Hello?

Dr. Alexandra, it's DI Warren.

Where are you?

Excuse me?

KATE WARREN: Emma
Henderson wants

to visit her dad
in prison, and she

needs to be accompanied by an
adult. She's requested you.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Have you paid for that?

No, I'm so sorry.

It was a mistake.

I--

A mistake?

Yeah, I thought I
saw someone I knew.

Fine.

If you wouldn't mind just
going back to the till

and paying for it, please?

I'm-- I'm just going
to leave it there.

All right.

OK.

Ah, how was Stratford?

All right.

Yeah?

All Shakespeared out?

We saw two plays.

One and a half, actually.

Fancied a few beers, didn't I?

Good job I know you're joking.

Well, I knew I'd be bored.

It's why I didn't want to go.

Hey, consider yourself lucky.

In my day, a school
outing was a trip

to the kids' section
of the local library.

How was your trip, Mum?

I didn't go anywhere.

Did you lend the
car to someone, then?

No.

No?

That's funny, because
there's 200 miles

on the clock since yesterday.

Karen.

What exactly--

Don't, Mum.

I know exactly
where you've been.

Pretty well stocked,
aren't you, mate?

Ever since I can
remember, we've

gone to Kent for
our Easter holidays.

When I was small, it was that
campsite near the motorway.

Then it was that B&B
with the fish pond.

And the man at the B&B started
asking too many questions,

didn't he?

And then I started asking
too many questions.

Karen.

That's why you made me
go on that school trip.

No.

Yes.

Nothing to do with Shakespeare.

You just wanted me
gone so that you

could go on this pilgrimage.

Is that the best you can do?

Ignore me?

Mum, I just want to know why.

Why are we different?

Ah.

It's always the same
street, and the same house.

And you'd say that
we were stopping

because you needed to take a
break, or to check the map.

But it would always be the
same street, the same house.

The old lady with the
statue in the garden.

It was a boy with
a tray on his head.

What is it?

What is it, Mum?

Is Sally home?

Yeah, as far as I know.

I want you to stay
with her tonight.

Why?

Because I have
to go somewhere.

Where?

Oh, you've been so
patient for so long.

Just one more day.

That's all I'm asking.

OK.

Thank you.