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NIKKI: When Soco
moved the body, they

should be looking for
a missing fingertip.

Over 100 women are
killed every year

by their husband or partner.

NIKKI: Jacket
depressions on the skin

suggests a blade
with a serrated edge.

KATE: The knife we
found has a flat blade.

The tip of your broken
flat-bladed knife.

ROLY: Nothing happened.

I didn't do anything.

Are you using again?

What?

NIKKI: If Roly
Henderson's guilty,

his 10-year-old daughter
lost both her parents today.

JACK: You think somebody
came through there?

What?

Broken shelf under a window.

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'd been killed by a
stranger who cut off her finger

using a hunting knife.

Somebody did this.

And he's he's still out there.

I had no idea who we were
letting into our lives.

That man killed my
husband and my daughter.

There she is.

I hear you took time out of
your day to speak to a convicted

murderer.

Simon Marshall, that's right.

KATE: Was it connected to
Joanne Henderson's murder?

That's what I'm
trying to establish.

That's not your job.

Well, it's someone's job.

Are you working
for the defence now?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

If it gets out at Henderson's
trial that you pursued other

lines of inquiry
after he was charged,

the defence will exploit that.

Don't you get it?

Can I have a word,
Detective Inspector?

In private.

How much do you weigh?

What?

My guess, about 8
stone soaking wet.

I'm going now.

No way you broke
that shelf, Kate.

You found it like
that in the cupboard.

I know because I went
back and found this.

Question.

Why would an able
detective suppress

evidence of a forced entry?

Answer.

Because Roly Henderson
wouldn't have

broken in through his
own toilet window.

Fortunately, I bagged the shelf.

So in terms of the
physical evidence,

nothing's been compromised.

Good.

Yeah.

Please don't think
for one moment

I did that to protect you.

Your dad's a bully.

I got that in 10
seconds of meeting him.

Please don't try
and read me, Jack.

Oh, I think I've
got the guts of it.

You had some substance issues.

Your dad threw you a lifeline.

Now he's micro-managing
your comeback

to the point where you're
seriously considering

getting blitzed again.

But my guess is it was dad who
drove you to the hard stuff

in the first place.

Say something.

I'm sorry.

Not good enough.

Nowhere near.

A man's life is at stake, Kate,
and you suppressed evidence.

Do you want my
head on a block?

I'll settle for
total cooperation,

specifically where Dr.
Alexander is concerned.

Jack--

No.

She's forging a strong case
that Joanne Henderson was

killed by a convicted
murderer called Alan Lane.

Now, if you don't give this
your full consideration,

then believe me, that
ax is coming down.

We, uh-- we got off
on the wrong foot.

I want to hear all
about Alan Lane.

If you really mean that, the
person you need to speak to

is former Detective
Inspector Anne Percival.

OK.

Excuse me, sir.

Yep.

Anne Percival?

This is Detective
Inspector Kate Warren.

I need to talk to you
about an old case.

You're not related to that
wanker DCC Warren, are you?

Distantly, yeah.

He's my dad.

ANNE : What old case?

Imogen Lane.

Ms. Percival--

I'm here.

OK.

Bye, darling.

Bye.

Why am I talking
to a pathologist?

You didn't say anything
about a pathologist.

My questions relate to Imogen
Lane's murder, if that's OK.

So when did you
first meet Alan Lane?

Christmas Eve, 1993.

I suspected he had murdered
Derek McNeil, Imogen's father.

There is a possibility that
another vehicle was involved.

The accident investigators
are working on it.

I just heard.

I'm so sorry.

Alan Lane, I'm Imogen's husband.

DI Anne Percival.

Did, um, Derek have any enemies?

Disgruntled employees?

Friends, relatives that
he'd fallen out with?

Derek didn't have
an enemy in the world.

Alan's right.

Dad didn't have an
enemy in the world.

Edith wouldn't talk.

Accident investigators'
findings were inconclusive.

But you got another shot at
Lane after Imogen went missing.

When you searched
the farm, you

found blood in the
boot of Lane's car.

Yeah.

A lot.

What about the
severed fingertip?

Sniffer dogs led us to an
old electricity substation

behind the farm.

We found Imogen's bloody
sweatshirt, the severed finger,

and a knife with Alan
Lane's prints on the handle.

Did you find any more
blood in the substation?

The pathologist said
the finger was cut off

posthumously, so
that was no surprise.

Did the pathologist
offer an opinion

as to whether the substation
was the primary crime scene?

No.

No?

Were there any drag
marks leading in or out

of the substation?

No.

But we did find Lane's broken
watch, Imogen's blood and hair

snagged on the buckle.

The substation
backed on to a wood.

We found fresh marten
pine needles on a spade

in Lane's garage, and fibres
that matched Imogen's bloody

sweater.

But no Imogen.

And Lane maintained his
innocence from the start?

He was sure if there was
no body we had no case,

and I wasn't sure he was wrong.

We found this in a disused
substation behind your house.

Do you think you could
help us find the rest?

I'm innocent.

There's a very good reason
why you can't find the body.

She's not dead.

He's killed again, hasn't he?

Oh!

Look at you.

Uh, are you--

I've been to see a Detective
Inspector Warren tonight.

The police are linking
Alan to a live murder case.

What case?

Your mum's fine.

I made sure of it
on the way over.

OK.

You sent her
flowers, didn't you?

I didn't use a credit card
and I delivered them myself.

That was a crazy risk, Janice.

Your mum's 70th is exactly when
he'd expect you to break cover.

But that's why I waited a
week until after her birthday--

Oh, yes, that's such
a smart chess movie.

He wouldn't anticipate it.

Get in, quickly.

If he's taking revenge
on innocent people,

that's blood on my hands.

JANICE: Our hands.

ANNE: Please.

Well, it doesn't sound
like they've got much,

but I've no doubt
that he's guilty.

So you think he's
killing these women

because he can't find me?

Janice, I'm--

I'm going to make sure that
he can never hurt anyone ever

again.

No.

No, he'll kill you.

We can't-- we can't
meet each other again.

What?

We'll go together.

I'll come with you.

Karen needs you.

Barely these days.

She needs you.

Just-- call me when it's--

just so I know you're OK.

Hey.

Who's that?

Hmm?

Janice or Imogen?

Janice.

All thanks to you.

Mr. Lane, I'm Detective
Inspector Warren.

Imogen Lane's
severed fingertip.

Little finger, left hand.

Amputated at the
interphalangeal joint.

Just like Joanne Henderson
and Eleanor Marshall.

Except they were
missing their fingers.

Imogen was missing her body.

The exception that
proves the rule?

Maybe not.

Back in 1994, judging
whether or not

a wound was pre or post mortem
was a science of observation.

No Leukotriene B4
testing to guide us.

Exactly.

Now, the pathologist
who examined this finger

believed that, in the
absence of inflammation,

it was cut off after death.

Tiny bleeding vessels
suggestive of life.

And there's some kind of a
translucent coating to the skin

surface.

Fingertip's been preserved, so
I should be able to identify it.

But is it
evidentially important

whether the finger was
removed before or after death?

When no body is
recovered, it could

be evidentially fundamental.

Hello?

KATE :
Dr. Alexander, you

said Joanne's killer might have
defensive scratches, right?

Coppers get it
special bad inside.

Still, character
building in its way.

Hands.

We've charged Roly Henderson.

What are you doing
arresting this guy?

I'm making double
sure Roly's our man.

Your giving his
defence a free shove,

that's what you're doing.

What's your old
man gonna say, eh?

I have no idea.

I'm struggling to see how it's
your problem or your business.

Did you inherit any of
your father-in-law's guns

when he died?

ALAN: Derek only had the one
shotgun, and it was stolen.

So you never used
it or helped yourself

to some of the cartridges?

No.

Don't like guns.

What about motorbikes?

Is that a question?

Have you ever
owned a motorbike?

Yes.

750 Suzuki.

But I sold it after I hit
a deer in the New Forest.

I had to break its neck
with my bare hands.

Were you in a pub called
The Dove three nights ago?

I drive-- I
drive around a lot.

I mean, I go all over.

KATE: Were you in a pub called
The Dove in Brasted, Kent

three nights ago?

Not that I recall.

But as I said, I
like to go all over,

wherever the mood takes me.

No schedule, no route.

Jack.

We have to prove that
Lane was in that pub.

You need to print the
whole bar and fast,

because Warren has
nothing to hold him on.

I was just going
on my lunch break.

NIKKI : Oh, Jack.

Relax.

Printed the bar and bar stool.

It's spinning the results
through as we speak.

KATE: Mr. Lane,
I'm asking about--

I have to go.

KATE: I find it hard
to believe that you

can't recall where you were.

ALAN: I could
check my petrol receipts--

if you want.

I always keep them.

No log inside, is there?

Can I help you?

A word.

What are you doing bringing
in a convicted murder?

Hedging your bets?

I'm trying to
establish the truth.

We know the truth.

Henderson killed
his wife, end of.

Case against him is a gift.

A gift.

KATE: But there are significant
forensic commonalities

that I'm trying to see if--

What, fingerprints on
an old shotgun cartridge?

One in that doesn't
even lead to your case?

We have three
female victims who

all had their fingers severed
at the distal interphalangeal

joint and were killed within
10 miles of each other.

Dr. Alexander, pathologist.

Thank you for
your contribution.

Release this man.

Build your case on Henderson.

This is your chance to prove
all your doubters wrong.

It won't come again, Katie.

All my doubters?

Are you one of them?

Thanks, Roger, I
appreciate your loyalty.

So I had a word
with your old man.

I did you a favour.

Kate.

Just hold him for
another hour, please.

Why?

Jack's looking to see if
his prints were at the pub

as we speak.

If he finds them, Lane
just lied under caution.

It's your case, Kate.

You're free to go.

Jack?

Got them.

We have Lane's prints.

NIKKI : On the bar?

No, bar stool.

He was lying.

We found his prints
on a bar stool.

You need to get him back now.

It's not enough.

Well, it's enough to hold him.

That's all we need.

No, he'll just say he had a
drink there three months ago

and left his prints there.

What are you, his brief now?

No, I'm merely predicting
how his brief will respond.

Roly Henderson is
facing life in prison

for a crime he didn't commit.

Emma Henderson is being
assigned temporary foster care--

Which is even less your
concern than is mine.

You need to disengage
from this case.

Forget it, not a chance.

Goodbye, Dr. Alexander.

If Lane walked into
Warren's office covered

in human entrails, she
wouldn't arrest him.

Unless you can change
her mind, Jack.

Lane knows that
we're on to him.

What's the betting that
he tries to relocate?

Past is new.

A fresh supply of victims.

Roly Henderson
and Simon Marshall

didn't just look guilty in terms
of forensics and pathology.

Roly yelled at his wife in
front of a pub full of people,

and Simon Marshall
beat his wife up.

He's not choosing
them at random.

He's sourcing them.

Lane was present
when the row kicked off

between Roly and Joanne.

But how did he know
about Simon Marshall?

Simon, I don't
think you were just

in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

I think you were followed
by the biker to the lake.

You mean-- you
mean he chose me?

What we need to
understand is how and where.

When you attacked Eleanor,
was there anyone else present?

Now you want to see me squirm.

No, I just want to
understand why you were chosen.

Eleanor came home
from work, and she

starts talking about some bloke
at the office to set me off.

So it all happened
inside your house?

Yeah.

No witnesses?

When I came to my
senses, I drove her to A&E.

The nurse wanted
to call the police,

but Elly wouldn't let them.

So there was a bit of a scene?

Yeah.

Everyone was watching.

Everyone knew what I'd done.

Well-- did anyone
say anything?

No.

You think he was
there, don't you?

Possibly.

Think, Simon.

Did anything strange happen
between then and the time

that you left?

When I was walking
Eleanor back to the car,

I thought someone
was following us.

Can I help you, mate?

He-- he had his hood up.

But I thought I saw him in A&E.

Could it have been him?

It was four years ago.

Hello, Anne.

Why are you pointing
a gun at me?

I didn't kill her, but
I think you know that.

Where is she, Anne?

She's safe.

Oh!

Where is she?

Where's my wife!

You're going to die.

How much pain you suffer
first is up to you.

You killed her.

No, Anne, I didn't.

Where's your phone?

Where's the phone?

Call her.

Call her!

Hello?

Hello?

Anne?

Her name's, uh, Anne Percival.

She, uh-- she used
to be a detective.

And she's being held by
a man called Alan Lane,

and he's gonna kill her.

Call Detective--
Detective Warren, yeah.

Detective Inspector Warren.

She knows everything.

Was it your idea?

It was, wasn't it?

No, Alan.

It was all hers.

Liar.

Do you honestly
think I would have

sanctioned a course
of action where

she cut off her own finger?

Yeah.

That's right, she
hated you that much.

I just did my job.

That's how I knew she was alive.

How?

How did you find her?

I'm a good detective, Alan.

How did you find her?

The watch, the-- ah--

the bloody clothes,
the knife, the finger.

Why would you-- you hide
Imogen's body so well

and leave such an obvious trail?

Water.

Water, I need water.

No water.

Not yet.

I went through
Edith's phone records.

There were calls to a
caravan park in North Wales

a week before
Imogen disappeared.

She and her dad used
to go canoeing there.

Go on.

I thought it might have
been a-- a holiday fling.

She kept in contact with--

A man.

Yeah, that's right, Alan.

A man, a real man.

But I was wrong.

I'm two months pregnant.

When I told Alan,
he just went crazy

and said I had to get rid of it.

He said he couldn't share
me, and that if I gave birth,

the baby would meet
the same fate as Dad.

I will never see my mum again.

Do you think I would have
done this if I had a choice?

You should have come to me.

He killed my dad, and
you couldn't touch him.

It wasn't for lack of trying--

Why would it be any
different this time?

You see, I didn't
just turn a blind eye.

I helped her, Alan.

I gave her every penny I could,
knock off ID, everything.

You're in love
with her, aren't you?

Love?

You don't know the
first thing about love.

You filthy dyke whore.

I love Imogen. I love her with a
love this world has never seen.

You're a psychopath, Alan.

A monster!

How could you know
anything about love?

You think you're
so clever, don't you?

So superior.

You have no idea
what's coming, do you?

What I've done.

I'm almost sad that you
won't be here to see it.

Everyone gnashing and wailing,
and me and Imogen long gone.

You said you wanted water.

Call came in for you saying
Anne Percival is in trouble.

Mentioned Alan Lane.

For me?

Anonymous, a woman.

It might be nothing.

But if Percival sent Lane
down for murder, it might not.

I won't armed units
out to Percival

and Lane's home addresses now.

Look, Kate, about--

Now, DS Barron.

Where is she?

No-- ah.

Where is she?

No--

Where is she?

No--

Where is she?

No!

OK, the house is clear.

Still checking some
buildings at the back.

She's in the basement.

Her hands have been
bound, and the rope

has been looped through the
back of the wooden chair.

The distal phalanx on the left
little finger has been removed.

Bi-colour weave.

That's a drying treatment.

Yeah, Lane sells hiking gear.

His van was well stocked
and immaculate, nothing

like this dump.

There's some kind of grey
powder embedded in the weave.

We've checked the outhouse.

There's no sign of Lane, but
we found a car in the woods.

It's probably hers.

I'll process it.

What is that?

Fingertips.

Severed fingertips.

Fingerprint testing revealed
that the severed digits

belonged to these nine women.

All nine are murder victims
killed between 2005 and 2013

in what were believed to be
unrelated domestic murders.

Lane was released in 2005.

Two of them we
already know about.

With the exception
of Roly Henderson,

I believe that all these
men will have histories

of spousal abuse,
and all of them

will have put their
partners into A&E shortly

before they were killed.

What makes you say that?

Because that's where
Alan Lane found them.

But not Roly Henderson?

I think Lane got cocky
and changed his MO.

He fatally misread
the Hendersons' row

as sign of an abusive
marriage, and everything

unravelled from there.

I've told you that I don't
like her in the bar, OK?

Do you know what?

I'm going out--

JOANNE: Here we go again.

How are you getting on
with those fractions

there, sweetheart?

All these men were innocent.

Of murder, yes, but not
of abusing their wives.

That's how Lane was able to
frame them so convincingly.

I'm calling the CPS
as soon as we're done.

They're gonna
be on their knees.

Nine convicted killers
walking free in one day.

I don't think we're coming
out this smelling of roses.

I guess that's why
Lane kept the fingertips.

They exonerate these men and
damn the system in a stroke.

Hello, Mum.

Imogen.

Look, we can't-- we can't
stay and talk here, Mum.

We can't stay here
another second.

We have to go.

So three of the
women were murdered

in North Wales in June 2006,
June 2008, and June 2010.

Three more were
murdered in Scotland

in late December
2007, 2008, and 2010.

The other three women,
including Eleanor Marshall

and Joanne Henderson, were
killed in Kent in early January

over a five year period.

Roams the country, but only
kills in the same three areas

and at the same time of year.

Edith McNeil said
that Derek and Imogen

used to go canoeing
in Wales every June.

Edith lives in Kent.

And her birthday is in January.

So what happened in
December in Scotland?

Edith's husband was
Scottish, right, McNeil?

He died on Christmas Eve,
1993, but not in Scotland.

He was buried there.

Ardoe just outside Aberdeen.

If Alan Lane
murdered his wife,

why is he visiting places
that are meaningful to her?

Because he was
looking for her.

I just found traces of
anaesthetic on Imogen

Lane's severed fingertip.

Procaine hydrochloride.

Probably used in the '90s
by farmers on animals.

Now, why would Lane
care how much pain

his wife was suffering in
the middle of murdering her?

I had no choice, Mum.

I had to protect my baby.

Your granddaughter.

She looks like you.

Oh.

Does she-- know that I exist?

No.

Mum, she doesn't.

I could have helped you.

No, you couldn't.

Imogen--

I couldn't involve you, Mum.

I'm your mother,
I should have--

protected you.

And what, end up like Dad?

No one could protect
me from him, Mum.

No one.

The hair I recovered
from Percival's car

belongs to Imogen
Lane, and the follicles

suggest that it
was shed recently.

So Percival was in on
the disappearing act.

If Lane knew that
or even suspected it,

that would explain the torture.

NIKKI: He wanted to find Imogen.

So what's the bet that Imogen
was the anonymous caller who

tried to tip us off?

It's hard to disappear.

I used to work for
witness protection.

The biggest cause
of all dropouts

was people contacting
their mums and dads.

Question is, does Lane know
where Imogen's mother lives?

He may well have found out.

We should send down response.

Put a call in,
but I'm not waiting.

I'm sick of bloody waiting.

Hello?

Can I help you, young lady?

Sorry.

I'm just looking for my mum.

Your mum?

Is this your house?

What does she
look like, your mum?

Uh, she looks like this--

but a lot older.

I live just across the road.

I-- I pop in to see if the old
lady's OK from time to time.

Oh, you know what she
likes doing sometimes?

Going for cream tea
in The Pavilion.

You know where that is?

It's just down the road.

I could drop you
down, if you want.

Can't you just give
me the directions?

Sensible girl.

I used to be a policeman.

I was always telling
young women never

to accept lifts off strangers,
under no circumstances.

So how do I get to this--

tea place then?

Where is it?

Well, you've inherited her
impatience if nothing else.

Huh?

There, that's his van.

Stop.

Stop that car.

Police.

Step away from the van.

Put your hands on your head!

Kate!

Yeah, Warren's phone.

Oh.

It's Jack Hodgson, can
I speak to her, please?

No.

No, you can't.

She's, uh-- she's been shot.

She's dead.

Analysed your grey powder.

Unusual type of
polyurethane coated sand,

mainly used in the construction
of indoor climbing walls.

Fits with Lane selling
hiking gear, right?

What?

Oh.

What is it?

What is it, sweetheart?

No.

No, she's-- she's at home.

She's-- she's safe.

Hello, Imogen.

Please don't hurt her, Alan.

Please don't hurt her.

I'll do anything.

Aren't you going to
ask me how I've been?

How have you been?

Heartbroken.

I'm so sorry.

I know you are, I know.

I just want you back.

I want my wife by my side.

That doesn't seem too much
to ask for, now does it?

So here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna meet me in
Houston Storage Facility

in 30 minutes in Ashford.

And I hope it goes without
saying that if you're not

alone, Karen dies.

Imogen?

Yes?

I forgive you.

Imogen. Imogen, you can't go
and meet him alone, you can't!

I have to.

Let's call the police.

No!

Please!

I told you what he said.

Help!

Help, she's-- she's
stealing my car!

Help!

Police!

Stop!

No!

Why did you do that?

I'm not losing you again.

No.

I think you need to run a
check on Alan Lane's employment

history.

See if he's ever worked
at an indoor climbing--

Things have moved on.

We found Imogen Lane, but Alan
Lane's holding her daughter.

Their daughter.

What?

Holding her where?

Some storage place.

Look, we've-- we've got to go.

JACK: Got a candidate for
the indoor climbing facility,

A Rock and a Hard Place.

Jack--

Closed its doors for
business two years ago,

and it's only 10 miles
from Lane's house.

Come on.

You drive.

Who are you?

Where is she?

Where's my daughter?

What have you done
with my daughter?

Where is she?

I'm just a courier.

I'm just--

OK.

Stand still.

Stay where you are.

I'm just a courier.

CAPTAIN: Clear.

IMOGEN: Where is she?

Fresh tyre marks.

Same tread pattern we
found outside Lane's house.

Let's try around the back.

That's it.

The same polyurethane
coated sand

as you got from the
rope and boot tread.

Don't steal my thunder.

Sorry.

I mean, do I start mouthing
off about where the thoracic

vertebrae meets the sacrum in
the middle of a post-mortem?

Hopefully not, as
the sacrum and thoracic

are separated by the
lumbar vertebrae.

It was close
though, wasn't it?

Jack, wait.

It's all right.

Come on.

Karen?

Is it Karen?

Don't worry, we're gonna
get you out of here.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Stand back.

NIKKI: Stand back.

JACK: Stand back, Karen.

It's OK, don't worry.

It's all right.

Come on.

Can you walk?

Ow!

Nikki.

Let's go.

Stop!

Jack!

Get out!

You OK?

Thank you.

IMOGEN: It's all right,
darling, we're safe now.

Hey, hey, don't, don't.

I'm sorry.

Woo-hoo!

Whoa.

Oh!

Thank you, Nikki.

Well, my pleasure.

You looked south
while everyone else

was looking north.

I'd be in prison if you hadn't.

Hey, was that good?

Yep.

I'm starving.

Can we get pizza?

Yeah, of course we can.

Can Nikki and Jack come too?

Uh, um, I think
they've probably

got better things to do.

Oh, never say no to a pizza.

I think we've got to go
back to work, I'm sorry.

Spoilsport.

Aw.

Never mind.

But we'll see very soon, OK?

OK.

Um-- thanks a lot.

Thanks for everything.

Good luck.

Cheers.

Thank you.

Come on.

Bye.

Want me to take you up?

Yeah.

Come on then.

Ready?

I could take you out for
a pizza later, if you like.

Kind of feel like I should.

Why's that?

Well, without you, I wouldn't
have a functioning oesophagus.