Episode 6 Happy Valley

-Congratulations. He's been charged.

-Have you not heard? Another body's turned up.

I bet he'd love to see you.

-I wondered about writing to him.

-You should.

A couple of weeks ago, that new Miss Wealand.

Asking Ryan questions about his dad. Have you met her?

It's her.

I've done things.

Is it to do with those women?

You'll visit me, won't you? In prison.

I don't think you'd like prison.

This programme contains some strong language

and scenes which some viewers may find upsetting from the start.

Ah.

Long story sideways. Our Ryan has been coming home from school

talking about Tommy Lee Royce as this poor misunderstood fella

that we all need to forgive.

Someone in this school is putting ideas into his head.

Someone left a birthday present, an expensive birthday present,

on our doorstep with a card "from Dad".

Now, he is starting to think of that evil, twisted, murdering bastard

as his father because some deluded tw...

Someone in this school is filling his head

with deeply inappropriate ideas.

Do you recognise that person?

-No.

-It's a woman, it ain't a lad.

Our Clare thinks it looks like Miss Wealand, your new TA.

That's someone in the toyshop in Hebden buying exactly the same toy

that was left on our doorstep two weeks ago "from Dad".

Now, obviously she could have been buying it

for some completely other reason.

But it's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?

Has Ryan said that it's her that's been talking about his dad?

No. It's delicate. I can't talk to him about it. He gets angry with me.

Look, this is how insidious it is. I'm the baddie.

Look. I'm not saying you're wrong, Catherine.

But Miss Wealand is a very kind, caring, lovely woman,

she came to us with an excellent CV.

I'm sure she is, I'm sure that's how she operates.

Her and every other deluded nutcase that's ever groomed a kiddie.

-Groomed?

-Well, it's what it is.

If every time they have a one-to-one reading session,

she's encouraging him to think about his "dad" in some misguided,

-sentimental way...

-Hang on, look, we don't know that

that is what's happening. Why would anybody do that?

Cos people are weird.

People are mad, and they don't always have it

tattooed across their forehead.

The staff in this school are fully aware of the situation with Ryan.

Does she work part time?

Yes, Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

-What does she do on her days off?

-I've... I don't know.

-Where does she live?

-Catherine.

-Does she talk about her private life?

-Not to me.

You see, when that present appeared on our doorstep and I saw that

card, my first thought is...

"This is someone who visits him in prison."

I can't believe she visits anyone in prison.

This is someone he's manipulated and...

Let me introduce you to her. Come and meet her, please,

come and see for yourself.

Honestly, Catherine, I think you'll be very pleasantly surprised.

No, cos we'll know soon enough if it's her, because the DIU are

investigating everybody he has any contact with.

In the meantime, if you could find someone else to read with him,

I'd be very grateful, because every second - if it is her,

and maybe it isn't, but if it is her -

every second he spends with her,

she is encouraging him to think about this man as his father.

This psychopath, this man who's done nothing but destroy people's lives.

This man who threw petrol over him 18 months ago.

Someone here, for whatever reason, is encouraging him to think that

he is basically an OK guy and that I am some nasty, angry bitch

for doing my damnedest to try and protect him from him.

OK.

I can't talk to her, I can't get involved,

I need to let the DIU deal with it, but I need you to be aware.

Right.

# There's a tower block overhead

# All you've got's your benefits and you're barely scraping by

# In this trouble town Troubles I've found

# Stuck in speed bump city Where the only thing that's pretty

# Is the thought of getting out. #

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-You seem a bit preoccupied.

-I'm fine.

-You do know we're not going to get a cup of tea, don't you?

-Yeah, well...

I just want to make it clear

to Alison that I am still dealing with them scrotes,

despite Daryl's sophisticated, delicate efforts to take

the law into his own hands.

Sarge.

Was it like that when you arrested him?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

I've an idea it was parked the other way round.

Hello?

Alison?

Daryl?

Hello?

LOW GROAN

Alison?

Alison, can you hear me?

Alison, it's Catherine Cawood.

Sergeant Cawood.

Alison, listen, love, listen to me,

I want you to squeeze my hand if you can hear me.

Check upstairs. See if there's anyone else,

anyone injured. And be careful.

Bravo November 4-5. Urgent assistance required.

Far Sunderland Farm, up Wainstalls, off Cold Edge Road.

I need an ambulance, there's a 40-something woman,

Alison Garrs, suspected overdose.

Diazepam, not sure how many,

she seems to have washed them down with vodka and whisky.

Her pulse is weak, but she's conscious and breathing.

Alison?

Alison.

There's also a male.

I'm fairly certain it's her son, Daryl Garrs.

Fatal gunshot injury to the back of the head.

Possible weapon at the scene. I need F-Sup here to prove.

I need the on-call DI, I need the duty SIO, I need a CSI,

I need any available troops to come and secure the scene.

God knows what's happened...

..but it's carnage.

'I've got all that for the log, Sarge.

'Is there anything else?'

I'll keep you posted.

Alison? Who's done this, Alison?

Who's done this to Daryl, Alison?

-No...

-Alison? Can you hear me?

You put your arm round me, come on.

-Upstairs is clear!

-Let's get her out of this.

-I thought you weren't supposed to move people.

-Just...!

-Where shall I get hold of her?

-Man up, princess, use your initiative!

'Ambulance on its way to you now, 4-5, from Keighley.

'ETA 16 minutes.'

Keighley?!

'They're all tied up in Halifax.'

Get your mobile out, dial 999.

Alison! I need a paramedic talking to me,

I need to know what the latest is with an overdose.

Hello, there, it's Constable Shafiq Shah here, collar number 9242, I've got a lady here, she's taken...

-Diazepam, whisky, vodka.

-..diazepam, whisky, vodka.

We need advice, ambulance is going to be 16 minutes.

-Come on, don't fall asleep on me, I need you awake.

-Conscious, but struggling to stay with us.

Alison, listen. Alison, who shot Daryl?

Who did that to Daryl?

I don't know.

Who was here? Did you see what happened, Alison?

Who was here?

Nobody. Nobody was here.

Right, you need to induce her to vomit - yeah, then what?

Then you... Then clear the airway

and put her in the recovery position.

OK... Tell you what, you go back inside

and get some water, and a blanket.

And try not to-to tread on anything...like the floor,

any more than you have to.

'The request's gone in to F-Sup, 4-5. CID've been informed and they're on the way.

'I've also put the request in for a CSI. Is there anything else I can help you with?'

What's the best way to make someone sick?

-'Stick your fingers down their throat?'

-Oh, yeah, and get my hand bitten off?

OK, Alison. Listen to me.

I need you to be sick.

No, no, no, no.

No. Alison. I know it's not pleasant.

I just...want to...lie down.

You can lie down, but I just need you to be sick first.

No.

Can you stick your fingers down your throat for me?

No.

I can't let you go to sleep until you've been sick, Alison.

You're not lying down until you've been sick.

Alison.

-Sh. It's fine.

-No, stay awake, Alison!

Right. Who shot Daryl? Alison.

Alison?

Alison.

I shot Daryl.

You? You shot...? You?

You shot Daryl? You... You shot...

Why, Alison, why would you do... Why would you do that?

SHE VOMITS

RADIO BEEPS

Bravo November 4-5. Could you contact Mr Shepherd or DI Shackleton

at Norland Road and tell them

there's a vehicle here that could be involved in Operation Syracuse?

A Peugeot 205.

It's red.

It's damaged.

'Will do, 4-5.'

Alison, did you really?

Alison.

ALISON MURMURS

I'm going to have to caution you.

OK.

I'm arresting you.

Do you understand? I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

You don't have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned...

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

I don't feel so good.

DOOR OPENS

Steve. Can I borrow you for a bit?

What's...? Has there been a development?

A woman, up Wainstalls, has just shot her own son

in the back of the head.

By accident?

No. She's taken an overdose, pissed out of her skull.

And apparently,

the reason she did it - she's just told Catherine Cawood -

is because the son told her about "what he did to those women".

Is he dead?

Well dead, by the sound of things.

Jesus.

I know.

I need everyone in the briefing room.

Apparently, he also said he "didn't do that Vicky Fleming one".

Can I get everyone in the briefing room now, folks, please? Thank you.

And he told his mother he wouldn't have had to do that last one

if people hadn't "kept thinking that he'd done that Vicky Fleming one".

We need to reassess everything we've got on Vicky Fleming.

We need to find this mysterious boyfriend one of her colleagues at work mentioned.

The one we thought Vicky must have been making up.

SHE GASPS

SHE CRIES

DOOR OPENS

How's it going up there?

Like Piccadilly Circus when I left.

More detectives than primetime TV.

I think they'll be there a while.

Are you OK?

She shot her own child in the back of the head.

Are you still seeing that therapist?

Yes!

Yeah.

I've got some intel for you. Tommy Lee Royce's Scottish visitor

is a woman called Frances Drummond.

45 years old, she's a pharmacist from Linlithgow.

Well, she was until very recently.

They've sent a photo.

And I'm wondering if it's that woman in that CCTV from the toyshop.

So, if that's Frances Drummond... who's "Miss Wealand", then?

Well...

she's invented Miss Wealand, hasn't she?

Mrs Beresford told me this morning,

"She came to us with an excellent CV."

Mrs Beresford isn't somebody who won't check out references.

PHONE RINGS

Shit.

Shit.

Hello?

You're not going to believe this, it's mental. She's mental.

Who's mental?

Well, not Miss Wealand, because Miss Wealand, Cecily Wealand -

a qualified teaching assistant from Linlithgow - is dead.

'What?'

Dead, and had her identity stolen.

So who's...

She is called Frances Drummond. Also from Linlithgow. A pharmacist.

God knows, don't ask.

And she...visits Tommy Lee Royce in Gravesend

and now lives in Hebden, as Cecily Wealand.

Shit!

-'Oh, shit.'

-I know.

No. I mean, do you want me to get round to t'school?

No. No, no, no, I'm just waiting for some intel from East Lothian.

They're talking to Cecily Wealand's partner.

Well, widower.

I need a copy of the death certificate,

and then CID'll go in to arrest her for fraud.

Wow. Fraud?

'Yeah. Fraud by false representation.'

We'll deal with whatever the hell she thinks she's been

doing regarding our Ryan after we've dealt with that.

Hang on, she's, she's, she's...

'She's targeted him.'

It's properly creepy, she's obtained a job she's not qualified for,

'she's stolen a dead woman's identity'

specifically because this woman

had the right kind of qualifications to allow her to get

close to Ryan so she could fill his head with pap about Tommy Lee Royce.

Who she, Frances Drummond, visits in Gravesend.

PHONE RINGS

Phone, I've gotta go, bye, bye-bye.

CALL DISCONNECTS

So... Cecily Wealand was Frances Drummond's sister.

48 years old, she had a stroke nine months ago.

Her partner...

Her husband... thinks when she died, Cecily...

He was in pieces, and Frances helped with a lot of practical stuff,

and he thinks that's when she might have got her hands on various

bits of personal documentation.

Right - let's send 'em in to make the arrest.

Have you got a number for this Mrs Beresford?

I'll ring her and warn her they're coming.

Then I'll get on to the prison liaison officer.

They need to let Gravesend know he's been grooming this woman.

Sad, isn't it? No criminal record.

She's held down a perfectly respectable job

for upward of 15 years.

And then...

..she does this mad thing.

And for what?

45 minutes once a fortnight with a psychopath.

-'Hello.'

-Yes! Hello. It's Mike Taylor.

I've got POLSA team pulling the place apart.

There's all sorts of stuff in his bedroom

and chances are there'll be stuff he's hidden as well. I think...

Dare I say it, I'll be surprised if this isn't him.

Have you had time to think through a media strategy?

Yeah, the minute we're in a position to break the news...

-Did you fast-track that DNA swab they took last week?

-I did, yeah.

'Good. Yeah, the minute we're in a position to break the news,

'I want images of Vicky Fleming out there big time. On every news channel.

'I want the date that flat was burnt out'

seared into people's brains.

I want people thinking back to that night,

-what they were doing that night.

-HORN TOOTS

We just didn't get that message out there big enough last time,

somebody must have seen her.

Somebody must have seen or heard something.

Yeah. Yep.

Because if they didn't... God knows.

You know - whoever burnt that flat out knew exactly what

they were doing as regards destroying evidence.

'And whoever mutilated her body knew what this lad was doing to these other women.'

I'm looking at who's here... all doing their jobs.

And I'm thinking about everybody there, everybody on the team,

'my team, in the office.

'Might not be a man! Which one of 'em would do that?'

Which one of 'em would be capable of it?

Well, there are other explanations.

Yes, but... Address the question.

Well, your first instinct is nobody. Nobody's capable of that.

But then the truth is...anybody's capable of anything.

In the right circumstances.

So, who, then?

Oh... I've gone all creepy now!

You're making me feel like maybe I've done it.

I know. It's that mad, isn't it? So come on.

'Who? Why would I do it?'

-You?

-'Let's start with me.'

Under what circumstances might I end up doing that?

'I haven't, by the way. Although I would say that.'

Right, well. You'd do it...

if you wanted to get rid of somebody and disguise it.

Somebody...who'd upset you, obviously.

I mean...

The way she was strangled, it was...

Not like it was an accident, was it?

Vicky Fleming had John Wadsworth's number on her mobile phone.

'He accounted for it.

'He did an investigation at the building society three years ago

'when he was on the economic crime unit,

'and it isn't even like the number was ever used.'

Well, there you go, that's a perfectly reasonable...

'But people use secret shagging phones, don't they?

'That they could destroy.

'In a fire.'

And the thing is, his marriage has been a bit shit lately.

Oh, well, better arrest him, then, eh, boss(!)

'I know.'

I've known the man 23 years,

you feel like washing your mouth out, don't you?

After you.

These gentlemen need to talk to you.

This is...Miss Wealand.

Frances Elizabeth Drummond.

Sorry?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of fraud by false representation,

contrary to section two of the Fraud Act 2006.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence if you do not mention

when questioned something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you have a mobile phone?

Ryan Cawood needs to talk about his father.

He needs someone who will listen to him.

You've been here under false pretences.

Think about Ryan.

I have to explain that to the parents and to the governors and to the children.

Think about Ryan.

They liked you.

Have you a mobile phone?

In my handbag.

And a coat?

-Staffroom.

-Do you want me to...?

Would you mind?

So what'll happen?

They'll charge her, then they'll bail her.

And then what?

And then...

..somebody might need to pop round to her house

on Upper Brunswick Street and have a quiet word with her

about taking the high road back to Linlithgow.

And will that be you?

Well, you know me, I wouldn't want her to break her bail conditions.

She won't be allowed within 500 yards of Ryan

and/or members of his family, so...

Eh, you'll not credit. I looked in on Winnie.

She's only gone and got Ilinka a job.

-How?

-Cleaning at White Lion.

How?

Gordon popped round. Four doors down.

And he knows Tanya - I think it's her uncle - and she's manager.

So, Ilinka went round there with him and Bob's your uncle.

I said, "Can you get me a job, Winnie?"

So, what, is she stopping?

I know, that's what I said.

And Winnie goes, "Well, we've got the alarm now, haven't we?

"And I have asked Catherine...

"to not bother sleeping in that conservatory any more."

Are you all right?

Just an odd day. Wi' that there this morning.

Shot her own kid's head off.

Your own kid.

What does it take to do that, eh?

I mean, obviously,

it takes finding out you've given birth to a serial nutter.

But then, after she'd explained that, she goes,

"Only he didn't do that fourth one, that Vicky Fleming.

"He wanted people to know that wasn't him." Like...

"Oh, that's all right, then. As long as he didn't do that one."

God alone knows what she's been through.

So who did?

Well, that's the 64 million question now, isn't it?

I'll start cooking some tea.

SHE KNOCKS

-Oh...

-Frances, I'm not here as a police officer,

I'm here as Ryan's grandmother. I want to sort this out.

I want to understand you and I want you to understand me.

I know you've never had a criminal record.

I know you've held down a very responsible,

perfectly respectable job for the last 15 years.

I want to understand why you've done what you've done,

I want to know what you want.

And I want you to know things about me.

-Can I come in?

-No...

Or we can go down the road and get a cup of tea somewhere

if...if you'd prefer.

Your people came here. They took things.

You've had a long day. Probably quite an unpleasant one.

I won't take up any more of your time than I need to.

-OK.

-What I think, you see, is that you're not a bad person.

Far from it.

And you believe what you've done, you've done for the best.

Ryan should have a relationship with his father.

However difficult things are.

Look, I realise everything you know about...

this, us, you've been told by...him.

Tommy Lee Royce. And...

Do you mind if I sit down?

And I realise that you are in... a relationship of some sort

with him.

We're getting married.

OK, look. I know you're probably not going to accept

a lot of the things I tell you right now.

But obviously, I have a very different perspective on it all, to him, and I want you to hear it.

Whether you accept it or not. OK?

He's a sex offender.

He raped my daughter.

He was very fond of your daughter.

No. No. He took advantage of her. Brutally.

Brutally. And after Ryan was born, she took her own life.

That was nothing to do with him. He was in prison by then.

It had everything to do with him. She was traumatised.

We are going to have different versions of the same story,

but please credit me...

I was there when she gave birth.

And after.

And I know what she went through.

You deprived him of having a relationship with his child.

You never even let him know he'd been born.

Tommy Lee Royce is a psychopath.

He's a murderer and he's a sex offender.

And you must know, you must realise that.

I think you have allowed yourself to be deluded by this dangerous man

because you're infatuated with him.

You might not want to believe that he raped my daughter,

but you do know - you DO know - that he raped Ann Gallagher,

and that he murdered Kirsten McAskill

in the most HIDEOUS manner - and Lewis Whippey, and Brett McKendrick.

And he tried to murder me.

Lewis Whippey was the one who raped Ann Gallagher.

And he was the one who murdered Kirsten McAskill. Not Tommy.

That's not what the court decided on very solid forensic evidence.

Tommy did kill Lewis Whippey and Brett McKendrick

but only in self-defence.

He attacked YOU only in self-defence.

OK. So obviously that's his version, and clearly that's what you're choosing to believe right now.

Which worries me, Frances, because it makes you -

a woman who all your life

appears to have been law-abiding, logical, kind, normal -

it makes you seem a little bit... unhinged.

And certainly misguided

if that's what you're prepared to believe.

Do you want to know what I believe?

I believe that no-one is born evil.

He may have done things, I know he's done things, and, yes,

he will inevitably have put his own slant on it all

and made it seem not as bad as it might really have been.

But we all do that, we're all human. But he isn't evil.

He's a product of his childhood, and he had an awful childhood.

But he isn't intrinsically evil. We condemn the sin, not the sinner.

With help and kindness,

I believe he will become the person he was always capable of being.

Good and kind and gentle and thoughtful.

That's what I see

when I visit him. When I look into his eyes.

I see no evil. Not a trace of it.

Surely it would benefit him

and Ryan if they could have a good relationship.

Frances, you're old enough to be his mother.

I think you are actually older than his mother was when she died.

Does that not... ring alarm bells?

-Does it not worry you?

-Why should it?

He's using you. He's used you to get close to Ryan.

He's groomed you. You've been groomed.

You've been picked, you've been chosen, for what he can get out of you.

He could be very fond of Ryan if you'd let him.

Oh, no, no, Frances. You can't

begin to imagine on how many levels that will never happen.

Why are you so angry? So negative?

No, I'm not. It's you who's deluded about this dangerous man

because he's pretty.

Oh... You're jealous.

No. No, no, I'm shocked, I'm disappointed

that a woman of your obvious intelligence and ability

can allow herself to be fooled by this...

this...this...

You know, tell me this.

If he looked like, I don't know, Ian Brady, or Peter Sutcliffe

or Jimmy Savile.

Or some other sad, twisted fuck.

Would you believe a single word he said?

But he doesn't look like them.

On the inside he looks exactly like them.

And one day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon

the scales will fall away from your eyes, because they always do.

And you'll realise how foolish he's made you look.

And how much damage he's inflicted on you.

A nice, kind, normal person who this really shouldn't have happened to.

-TV:

-'At 17 minutes past four this afternoon,

'the remains of the dead man were removed from the farmhouse.

'A woman who also lives at the address remains under police

'protection at a hospital in Halifax.

'I'm not in a position at this moment to tell you any more

'about the body that was found at Far Sunderland Farm this morning.

'However, I can tell you that at this time, we are not

'looking for any suspects in relation to the deaths

'of Ana Vasalescu, Aurelija Petrovic, Lynn Dewhurst or Elise May Hughes.

'We are, however, still appealing to the public for

'any information regarding the death of Victoria Fleming.

'We're asking people to think back to the evening and the night

'of Thursday the 12th of September.

'Anyone who lives in Ripponden, or visits Ripponden

'to check their diaries, and think of anything suspicious they might have seen or heard.

'If anyone was out in Ripponden that evening, particularly anyone out into the small hours

'on Thursday 12th September,

'we would be very keen to talk to them.'

HE SOBS

What've I done?

-What've

-I

-done?

Eh, what've I done? Nothing!

Why me?

Why me, you bastard?!

You bastard! You bastard!

You fucking...BASTARD!

You bastard! What've I done? What have I done? Nothing!

Fuck all!

Nothing, why, why?! You bastard!

What've I done?!

DOOR SHUTS

Everything all right?

Yeah. Just...

Neil wanted to tell you something.

I knew Vicky Fleming.

-Morning.

-Morning.

I was just nipping through to talk to one of your lot, actually.

I've got some information that might be relevant about Vicky Fleming.

I don't know if it helps but it's interesting.

-If you can pass it on to Mr Shepherd.

-Sure.

It's a friend of me sister's, this...um...bloke...

Are you all right? You look like you've got flu.

Yeah. I think I'm starting with it. Go on.

He's called Neil Ackroyd, he lives down Hebden Bridge.

He's happy to come in and be interviewed, although...

Well, it's sensitive.

He knew Vicky Fleming. This is about four or five years ago.

He was having a fling with her. He was married.

And apparently she tried to blackmail him, well, she did blackmail him.

She must have drugged him and taken photos of him.

Compromising photos.

And then threatened to e-mail them to everyone he knew -

all his family and friends - if he didn't pay up.

She'd downloaded his contacts. Anyway. He couldn't pay what she was asking, and she ruined his life.

He lost his family, lost his job, his dignity. He became an alcoholic.

That's his name and number, if you want to pass it on.

Cos whoever killed her could've been someone she was blackmailing.

Thank you.

You want to get yourself home to bed.

I know. Thank you. Thanks.

Morning.

Morning...ma'am.

That John Wadsworth.

He's not this detective you told our Daniel about, is he?

Why?

No, I just... I think you did well to avoid that one.

Why?

I just gave him some information that I thought might be

pertinent to the investigation

about this fella Vicky Fleming blackmailed, years ago.

And he has this glazed look in his eye. Like...durr.

-What, and you think it's him?

-Who?

The fella she blackmailed?

No. No.

But I'm thinking...

..whoever did it could be someone else she's blackmailed.

Whereas he's really not interested, right over his head.

You can do a lot better than that, love.

I didn't fancy him, if that's what you're thinking.

Good morning, you lucky people!

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

Morning.

Can I help?

Yeah. I hope so. I'd like to speak to someone.

I've got some information that might be relevant

regarding the...um... Victoria Fleming.

Right, this morning. We've got two people who've come forward.

We've got a...Gary Sugden.

Yeah. Who's the landlord of the Wills O'Nats pub up Slaithwaite.

And Gemma Tomkinson, who works at the Travel Inn at Ainley Top.

Both of them are saying they've seen a woman who they believe might have been Vicky Fleming

at their establishments, with a man. Both are talking about a man smartly dressed, professional,

shirt and tie, suit, clean-shaven, white, late 40s,

early 50s, at around the time she went missing.

She - this Gemma - describes the man as not looking very well.

So, interviewing those two this morning takes priority.

This Gemma also reckons they might still have some CCTV,

even though it's more than 28 days since it happened.

She's checked her records, and this was...

..three days before the flat was burnt out.

Three days before Vicky Fleming last turned up at work.

We've also had a number of calls from people who

were in Ripponden that night, these are all new people,

people who did not come forward last time.

Sorry, this is...probably mad. But when we were doing house-to-house

weeks ago, me and John Wadsworth -

and I'm not just saying this because he stood me up -

he was never off his phone, making furtive phone calls.

And I remember saying to Shaf, "He's having an affair."

And then like... a couple of days later,

a week after my mother died,

he was asking me how he could get his hands on £1,000.

And he looked like shit.

And I know everyone's busy thinking outside the box,

but the fact does remain that it'd make a lot more sense

if it was someone inside the investigation.

Like he was being blackmailed.

Catherine. There's a fella. I've put him in there - Graham Tattersall.

He says he's got some information about Victoria Fleming,

and he wants to see a detective, but they're still all

up in the briefing and he's itching to get off to work.

-Could you...?

-Sure.

It might be relevant. I'll mention it.

Mr Tattersall? I'm Sergeant Cawood.

If you want to give me a few brief details I can

pass your information on to CID, and somebody'll contact you.

Er. OK.

Well. The thing is...

I've been having a...in a... having a...in a...

..relationship.

She's married. I'm married.

But... And her husband was having an affair with someone else. But...

Anyway, he was away from home one night -

on obs, he said. He's a police officer.

And I was round at her house.

Cos normally when he's on obs, he's out all night. So...

This particular night...

he turned up, one in the morning.

Yeah.

Which was...exciting.

But the point is, she rang me. Last night.

Amanda, his wife, did. And we checked our diaries.

And it's the same night that Victoria Fleming went missing.

Well, the same night her flat was burnt out.

Sorry, you think this bloke might have something to do with Vicky Fleming

-because he caught you in bed with his wife at one in the morning?

-Yes.

What's his name?

John Wadsworth.

Paul, can you interview this Gemma Tomkinson?

John, can you phone these people back who've left messages?

I'm just going to go to the chemist and get something for this, this cold.

Oh, yeah. You do look like shit warmed up.

-I shan't be long.

-Go home.

I'm fine.

Alastair...

He did this. After they'd arrested that lad, that first one,

that Saturday morning. He must have thought he'd got away with it...

He came round our house and he knocked me about.

And he was going, "Where is she, then? Where's this woman I've been having this affair with?"

I shan't be long.

Obviously by then she was dead, so he could say that.

John?

John!

John.

Watch out!

John, wait.

I just want to talk to you!

John!

I just want to talk to you.

ENGINE STARTS John!

Fucking idiot! What you doing?

Jesus!

Bravo November 4-5.

I'm chasing - it's complicated -

'but I'm chasing DS John Wadsworth, who I believe has been involved in the murder of Vicky Fleming.'

Follow that BMW! Put your foot down.

Units to Sowerby Bridge railway station.

SIREN WAILS

For once in your life, in the right place at the right time,

doesn't it feel good, eh?

God knows what his plans are, but this is a dead end.

Oh, bollocks!

Oh!

Throw it broadside!

Handbrake!

B-R-A-K-E.

TRAIN HORN BLARES

He's heading straight for the tracks.

4-5, do NOT follow!

Bravo November 4-5, do not follow.

Bollocks.

You don't come near me!

John, it's not that high, you're not going to...

You're just going to break your legs and make a mess.

-Piss off.

-Shit.

'He's on the bridge opposite the nick, he looks like he's going to jump.'

Shit.

Come on, we both know she was blackmailing you!

I burnt the evidence, didn't I?!

There's other people's evidence.

There's this Neil bloke I told you about, for one.

And there's...more than likely there's others.

She spiked my drink!

Took photos of me looking stupid and she was going to send them

-to people!

-I know.

-Everybody!

People I work with, my mother, my kids,

people I don't even know that well!

They're just people - people you don't even like -

they're just people you've had on your phone for years!

I know! I know. I know how she operated.

Look, she ruined people's lives, I tell you, this bloke I know...

I asked her to just let me go and she wouldn't, and I begged her!

And I didn't mean to kill her.

Well, I didn't go in there to kill her,

it just...

And so I did this ridiculous thing to her.

Hideous.

And God knows that's not me.

That's not what I'm like. I'm not... I'm not a monster,

-I never have been.

-John...

You come any closer, I'll take you with me!

You were blackmailed. It was provocation.

That's mitigating circumstances.

And it sounds to me like manslaughter.

It's ten years - less.

And you and me both know you could be out.

Yeah, but I'll never work again.

-Have you got children?

-Oh!

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Shut up!

Sorry, sorry.

I've...

I've-I've... I've not done any negotiating courses.

Have you?

Yeah.

Suicide intervention training.

So... So...

So what should I be saying to you?

You should be telling me that you're here to make sure I get out of this alive.

Yeah, well, I am. I am here for that.

You should use my name a lot.

OK. John.

You've got to be assertive. Reassuring. Empathetic, and kind.

And you've got to listen. You've got to be a good listener.

And you tell them that even though they can't see a way forward,

you can.

And how in 24 hours' time,

it'll all seem very different to what it might look like now.

But you see, it won't.

This can only get worse.

How many people have you talked down over the years, John?

-17.

-Wow.

And I never lost one. Not one.

One lad jumped before I got there, but...apart from him.

So, what you going to do?

Mess my record up before I've even started?

You take your time, I'll just... I'll just stand here.

OK? I'm not going anywhere. All right? I'll just listen.

Or I'll talk. Whichever you prefer.

You tell me, John.

I love my kids.

Yeah.

Oh!

Really need ETA on that ambulance, thank you.

-You all right, Sarge?

-Yeah.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

SIREN BLARES

SIRENS APPROACH

There but for the grace of God.

Really?

He stuck a broken bottle inside her

and then prayed to God someone else'd get copped for it.

That isn't what I said to him, by the way.

I did try and talk him down.

I'm pleased to hear it.

You all right?

I thought I'd got through to him. I thought he was stepping down.

Then he just went limp

and this odd look came over his face.

SOBBING: He said, "I loved my kids."

What a shit week!

Sorry.

I've had some more information through. From the DIU.

About some of Tommy Lee Royce's other visitors.

Oh, yeah?

Interesting reading.

And I've had a message from the prison liaison service as well.

TV ON

DOOR UNLOCKS

It's all right, son, sit down.

It's bad news, I'm afraid.

Pending an inquiry into some of the people who visit you,

it's been decided - by the Wing Supervisor, and others - that

your visits and phone calls will be suspended for a while.

As of now.

Why?

That's all I can tell you.

TV OFF

Suspended? What?

Everyone who visits me?

-As I've explained.

-Phone calls?

-Yeah.

-Why?

-I've told you everything I can.

-Why? Why? Fucking why?

Calm down. Don't do that, Tommy.

Calm down, Tommy!

Hello, Frances.

What do you want?

These are some of Tommy Lee Royce's other visitors.

That one - Gina Flynn -

she's a 45-year-old accountant from Warwick.

Turns out he's engaged to her as well as you.

And that one - Justine Niewinski - she's from Essex. A student.

Media and politics. She's 23.

He's engaged to her as well.

And that one - Lena Dixon -

fitness instructor from Leicestershire.

Also engaged to him.

You take care of yourself, OK?

-Hiya, Sarge.

-Do you want to go get yourself a cup of tea?

Hello, Alison.

How are you?

I can't begin to imagine how you must feel.

But I just wanted to tell you that...

I had a daughter.

That died.

She was 18.

And I know it's not the same,

but it's all I've got to relate it to.

And I just wanted to say...

..don't be short of someone to talk to.

If you want to.

You know where I am.

That's my number.

You can always ring me.

DOOR UNLOCKS

There's your post, sweet cheeks.

INDISTINCT VOICES IN BACKGROUND

You OK?

It was odd the other day, talking to Alison in the hospital.

Why?

She told me her story.

You know - yet another everyday story of country folk.

Her dad.

He interfered with her.

Daryl was his son, not his grandson.

Jesus.

She brought up this kid, this child, this...

..aberration.

That she loved and hated because...

what else could she do?

RYAN CHATTERING IN BACKGROUND

And she was terrified of him finding out, so...

she tried to stop him bothering with the local lads.

So they picked on him. And they knew anyway.

They knew something, somehow.

So they became like outcasts, pariahs.

Something to poke fun at.

I said, "Did he ever know?"

And she said she thought he'd worked it out.

Although they never talked about it.

She said, "Because I never had the language."

And I thought, "Yeah.

"I know."

-Can I get a dog?

-No.

Why?

Because you won't look after it.

No, I would.

I'll walk it and feed it and everything.

Yeah, for t'first week.

So I was thinking maybe a Rottweiler.

Oh, are you?

An Alsatian, then.

-An orang-utan.

-Oh, perfect.

-OK, a Doberman.

-Yeah, right.

-A Great Dane?

-No.

A Siberian Husky. A St Bernard!

Ha!

Is that a yes?

-Why can't you get something smaller?

-Like a pit bull?

No, like a goldfish.

Fish are rubbish! You can't talk to fish.

I need something with some more personality.

Granny. Granny!

I'd get him a dog just to shut him up if I were you, Mother!