The One That Got Away New Tricks

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# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right I say it's OK

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# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

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This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.

-Got a minute?

-Yes.

-Something interesting...

Lesley Hewitt.

A 19-year-old student at the Royal Academy of Music.

She played the violin.

September 7th, 1996,

Lesley left college at three o'clock in the afternoon

to head back to the flat she shared in Camden.

She was last seen walking into a park.

No body?

No. No body, no witnesses. Vanished into thin air.

And now?

And now...this.

This is her, is it?

Lesley Hewitt's sister, Emma, her only surviving family member,

found the picture loose inside a book

in the charity shop where she works.

We don't know who the photographer was.

The photo's been scanned and cleaned up as much as possible.

If we can identify any of the people in the picture,

they could prove to be valuable witnesses.

The jogger...

Yes, I saw him.

It's a park. It could just be a man jogging...

A 19-year-old music student - she fits the victim profile.

-There is no victim profile.

-No, not officially, because I wasn't allowed to pursue it.

And this is not a green light to pursue it now.

There's no way that figure's clear enough to identify, anyway.

This guy could have seen him.

Or he could just be a jogger.

I'll put it on the board.

-Morning, Guv.

-Morning, boss.

-Sir.

This picture is 20 years old.

How are we going to recognise anyone from that?

There's new facial recognition technology that we can access

that will cross-match any image, if it's clear enough,

to the Criminal Records database.

And what if no-one here has a criminal record?

One certainly does. This guy here, Stuart McKelvie,

has a record for assault.

Nothing more than a fight outside a pub

but they took his picture and the software matched it.

OK, we'll go and talk to him,

see if he remembers a walk in the park 20 years ago.

Before we all start taking the piss,

I think there's something you need to be aware of.

This could be linked to a case I worked on before.

-This is tenuous, at best.

-If there's even a remote possibility, we're going to look at it.

I don't want this taking focus away...

The focus is on finding Lesley Hewitt's abductors.

OK.

Joanna Beck.

An 18-year-old art student

who disappeared on her way home from a party in 1985.

Her badly mutilated body was found in a disused warehouse

about a mile from where she was abducted.

Detective Constable Sandra Pullman?

Yeah, one of my first cases.

-So what's the connection?

-There may not be one, Gerry.

At the time, several young women, students mostly,

reported being harassed by a jogger in a tracksuit.

One said that he even tried to get her into his car,

but she managed to get away.

In the warehouse where we found Joanna's body,

forensics discovered a footprint of a size nine running shoe

and some dark blue fibres which matched the description

of the one that our mysterious jogger was wearing.

According to the reports, both the tracksuit and the trainers

were a very common brand.

I believe it was the same man.

I think that he had finally worked out his methodology

and had successfully abducted and murdered his first victim.

The first of many, I predicted at the time.

And were you right?

There were several similar abductions over the following few years

but I wasn't involved in any of the cases

and no links were ever made.

When was the last one?

The last one that I thought fit the pattern was in '94.

But this one is two years later, in '96.

Is this the one that got away?

Well, I don't lie awake at night thinking about it,

if that's what you mean.

I believed there was a connection and I still do.

But you have to remember that at the time,

no-one was listening to me because I was too junior.

Or maybe because you were a woman.

In fairness, Steve, she couldn't prove anything.

Although the other thing might be true, too.

Look, I'm not saying this is a special case,

I just want us to be aware there's a chance, however slim,

that there's a thread running from Joanna Beck to Lesley Hewitt.

A serial killer?

Well, I don't think we should use that expression just yet.

What time of day did you say this picture was taken?

She was last seen entering the park at 3:20pm,

so probably about ten minutes later.

Why?

That's wrong.

Whoa.

Yeah, just as I thought.

Look. Look at the shadows in the picture,

now look at our shadows.

Now, it's not an exact time match but it's the same time of year.

I mean, 3:30 in the afternoon. The sun should be...

-Hold on, I've got an app.

-Of course you have, Sherlock.

What was that date again?

7th of September, 1996.

So the elevation at 3:30 would be...

-And then the azimuth...

-Azimuth?

-I think you might have dropped your monocle.

-Yeah...

the sun should be there.

But it's not, it's there.

I think this photograph was taken somewhere between...

-4:15 and 4:30.

-What, an hour later?

What, just to walk a few hundred yards?

Well, she could have she sat down, bumped into somebody or...

No, if she sat chatting to someone for an hour,

surely they would have come forward.

I can't fit all this in.

-Can't fit all what in?

-Well, look.

If your suspicious jogger is by the tree, over there,

and the dog is on the left-hand side of frame.

-The lens on your phone's much wider than the one on the camera, right?

-Yeah.

There's no way our photographer took this picture, standing here.

All right, so he was back...

He was in there.

-He must have been.

-What, hiding?

Well, you go deep enough in there, no-one's going to see you, are they?

So if this wasn't a random photograph,

If he knew exactly what, or indeed who, he was photographing...

Yeah, and if you look at it from that point of view,

this is a photograph of Lesley Hewitt.

So you found this photo of your sister in a charity shop?

I was just unpacking some boxes that had been donated.

-No idea where it came from?

-No.

People bring in bags all the time and they just pile up

until I get a chance to sort through them all.

This was a load of old books and magazines

and the photos fell out of one of the books.

I tried to look through the bag,

to see if I could identify the donor, but I couldn't.

You said photos - plural.

Yeah, but...well, this was the only one of my sister.

Could it be the same photographer?

I don't know. Maybe.

It was the timing that was the weird thing for me, though.

The bags come in on the days that I'm not there

and they pile up.

And this bag was at the bottom of the pile,

which means that it came in the day after I was last in.

Which means it came in on the 7th of September...

which is the anniversary of Lesley's disappearance.

Do you still have the other photos?

Yeah, I brought them all home with me.

-Is that Lesley's?

-Hmm?

Oh, no. No, I'm the cellist.

-Here you go.

-Thank you.

-OK. Can we keep hold of these?

-Of course.

Might help us track down the photographer.

You think he had something to do with it?

We're looking into every possibility.

Did Lesley mention a meeting she was having that day, an appointment?

I just remember she was really excited.

She'd just got her first paid job playing the violin.

She was doing some recital.

Just her, I think, some posh do, a woman had asked her to do it.

She'd been approached when she was coming out of college one day.

I don't know, the woman must have been to a concert or something.

What woman?

I don't know, Lesley didn't say.

I tried to contact her when Lesley disappeared

but I didn't have any details for her and,

well, she never called to see where Lesley was. So...

Is this significant?

Probably not.

I know she's dead.

I moved on with my life a long time ago.

But if you can find her...

her body...

She was my big sister.

She was brilliant.

I'd like to be able to say goodbye to her, properly.

-We'll give you a call when it's in, OK?

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

-Bye.

Stuart McKelvie?

-Hello?

-Hi.

I'm Dan Griffin. This is Gerry Standing.

We're with the Unsolved Crime and Open Cases Squad.

Oh, right, what can I...?

We're investigating the disappearance of a young woman

called Lesley Hewitt.

-I'm afraid I don't...

-No?

September 7th, 1996,

last seen entering this park.

That's you, isn't it?

Wow, yeah! That is...that is me.

-How did you...?

-Oh, we have this software

that can cross-reference faces to anyone who has a criminal record.

An assault charge in 1996.

Well, that was a fight outside a pub.

You know, things got a little bit out of hand.

But I don't drink any more, yeah?

Do you remember seeing Lesley Hewitt on the day this picture was taken?

-I don't.

-No? You look like you're getting a right eye-full.

-HE LAUGHS

-Yeah, that is rather embarrassing

but I don't have the faintest recollection, I'm afraid.

Where were you going?

Uh...

I used to drink in Camden.

Then I'd walk through the park, you know, clear my head.

No, no. He asked you "Where were you going?"

Home. I lived in Kilburn,

used to walk through the park and then hop on the tube.

You know, straight up the Bakerloo line.

So you know the park very well?

-Aye.

-Does this jogger ring a bell?

Uh...no, sorry.

Not to worry. Thanks for your time.

-There was a van though.

-A van?

It's probably completely unrelated, you know.

I don't even know if it was the same day.

What kind of van?

It was...black, dark blue.

-Make?

-Transit.

It was...it was parked, you know, near the entrance to the park.

We're talking 20 years ago.

You were drunk.

Yet suddenly you can remember a van and not a pretty young woman?

The doors were open, there was no-one around.

-That's why it stuck in my mind.

-Well, what else stuck in your mind?

-What about a company name or a logo?

-Eh...

No. No, it was plain.

Look, it's probably nothing to do with your girl, eh.

No. Well, thanks again.

Yeah.

There's something about this McKelvie bloke that really bothers me.

I mean, first off he said he was drunk

and he didn't remember anything about that day.

Then, suddenly he DOES remember

a dark, unmarked transit van at the entrance to the park.

Do you think he's lying?

Well, I don't think he's trying to throw us off course.

I think he's just trying to be helpful -

making up stuff he thinks he should have seen

rather than reporting stuff he did see.

I mean, it's easy enough to get a list of dark transit owners,

but it'll be a bloody long list.

So that leaves us with this photographer.

His name is Greg Bishop.

He's a bit of a face around Camden apparently,

we've found some people who remembered him.

Now, we've got a string of rental addresses for him

from around that time

but he completely drops off the radar about six years ago.

-Dead?

-Well, his death hasn't been registered anywhere.

The guys who put us on to him said he was a bit of a loner

but they reckon he had some kind of breakdown.

Now, that would have been after this photograph was taken.

Since then, he has form for possession of crack and heroin.

And then he vanishes.

And that's six years ago?

Do you think he might be homeless?

Cos if he is, a character like that, people would know him.

Exactly. Which is why I want you lot to work the streets tonight.

-What?

-You're joking, aren't you?

You want us to spend all night trawling through London

looking for a tramp with a camera?

I'd love to join you but I'm a bit busy.

-Busy doing what?

-Minding my own business. Yes!

I knew there was something familiar in what Emma Hewitt said to us.

She said that the week before Lesley disappeared,

she was invited to play the violin at a private party,

by some woman she met at a college concert.

But that when Emma tried to phone this woman

to warn her that Lesley wouldn't be coming,

she couldn't find any details and the woman never made contact with her.

Now listen to this...

The week before Joanna Beck disappeared,

she was commissioned to paint a portrait by a woman,

a complete stranger, who we never managed to trace.

It's a connection.

-It's tenuous.

-Hang on.

I'm thinking that whoever this woman is made contact with these girls

to get to know them, to gain their trust,

so that on the day, they wouldn't have to be

forcibly bundled into a car, or a van, or whatever.

They'd get in willingly because they'd know their abductor.

Look, Sandra, we're more than willing

to stand up for you in front of Strickland, right.

But there's absolutely no suggestion that these cases are connected.

We don't even know that Lesley Hewitt's dead.

Of course she's dead!

Well, yeah. But until we find a body,

we have to presume she's missing, surely.

Here is a list of all the other abductions

that I think might be connected.

Go through them and see how many make reference

to a woman making contact with these girls

in the weeks prior to their disappearance.

And that is an order.

So what's the big deal about this?

It's no big deal, it's just a case.

Some girls have been abducted, probably murdered.

And I think it's about time we got to the bottom of it.

-About time?

-Yeah.

What?

-Nothing.

-What?

I don't know why you're pretending it's not a big deal.

I'm not pretending anything.

OK.

They wouldn't listen to me.

On the original investigation,

cos I was young and inexperienced,

they wouldn't listen to me.

Do you think your experience on the big case

-spurred you on to where you are now?

-No.

Hmm...maybe, I don't know.

This is sounding like a job interview.

Oh, my God, Max, is this a job interview?

This is just two people having a quiet drink

in a hotel bar, before...

Before what?

Before...

THEY LAUGH

Anyway, I'm not looking for a job.

Fair enough...fair enough.

What happens when you kill this case?

Assuming you're right about these abductions being connected.

They are connected.

So then you prove that

and it's the case that originally drove you to get to where you are.

-So your career has come full circle, right?

-Hmm.

Then what?

We carry on.

-More cases?

-Yeah.

The same four walls, the same team, the same boss...

What are you saying?

I'm not saying anything.

But you're thinking something.

I am definitely thinking something!

I'm not talking about that.

No, you're up to something, I can tell.

You can tell that already?

Yes, cos you're not very hard to read.

Is that right?

You're up to something.

I'm always up to something.

I wish I was in a nice warm place, being wined and dined.

It's been a while, I imagine, Gerry.

-You'd be surprised.

-I'd be gobsmacked, frankly.

One of 'em reckons he knows Greg Bishop

but he hasn't seen him for a couple of weeks.

He thinks he might be in a squat in Bermondsey.

-Bermondsey?

-Yeah.

So, brisk walk, be there in 20 minutes.

ANGRY SHOUTING

-Hey, you!

-Leave it, Steve. Leave them.

-Knock off, right now.

Take it easy, there. Take it easy.

You OK, yeah? Just lean against here a second. Get your breath back.

-You all right, eh?

-Yeah.

Yeah? You OK?

-You're plod.

-Yeah.

-What you want?

-Yeah, we're looking for a guy named Greg Bishop.

-I don't know him.

-Greg Bishop - he was a photographer.

Some people over the bridge said he was staying here.

I don't know people over the bridge. I don't know what they say.

-Greg isn't in trouble.

-Oh, no?

Plod looking to bring him money and something to eat,

-are they?

-Listen, mate, do you know where he is or not?

Gerry Standing!

Yeah.

Shelley?

What the bloody hell you doing here?

I'm undercover.

Who's this?

Dave Sheldon, he used to be a desk sergeant at one of my nicks.

What happened?

Drink or two, here and there.

Missus ran off with a fella from the recycling centre.

Couple of mortgage payments, backing some right old nags,

should have gone straight to a value burger.

-Here.

-Keep your beer money, Gerry.

-At least get yourself something to eat.

-I don't want charity.

Do you know where we can find this Greg Bishop?

We're not here to nick him, we think he might be a witness to something.

A girl was abducted.

Screw loose, that one.

Creepy, even without all the drugs.

I ain't seen him in days.

You could try the church.

Any of you happen to notice if the offy up the road's still open?

No, I'm sorry, mate.

Worth a try.

See you around, Gerry.

Yeah.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Greg Bishop? You in there?

BANGING ON DOOR

We just want to talk to you.

It's locked.

Well, It's hardly Fort Knox, is it?

DOOR CRASHES OPEN

-Bob, do you smell that?

-Hmm.

Yeah...

here he is.

Yeah.

-Greg Bishop.

-Yeah.

About 72 hours, I'd say.

-Yeah. Phwoah.

-Yeah.

-Wait.

-Well, this is interesting.

What's that?

Wow.

Bloody hell!

God, it's like some kind of trophy room, isn't it?

Well, if it is, he's our man.

Not necessarily.

He died from a massive heroin overdose.

No sign of foul play apparently.

Well, if it was massive it suggests it wasn't exactly accidental, eh?

GRIFFIN: And if it was suicide, it would have been around the same time

that Emma Hewitt found that photograph.

Yeah. Yeah, the anniversary of Lesley's abduction,

then this photograph turns up, then Bishop kills himself.

Well, Maybe it was some sort of confession.

Why not just leave a note, you know?

Because, if he wasn't the only one involved in these abductions,

then perhaps it was his way of trying to make amends

so as not to get his accomplices into trouble.

But, guv'nor, all roads lead to him.

Then we find him surrounded by his trophies.

Looks like he was doing a nice little line in porn on the side.

Here, look at this.

Boss,

is this Joanna Beck?

PULLMAN: Yeah. She was wearing those clothes when she was abducted.

Are you sure?

It was my first dead body.

And she was still wearing the skirt and blouse.

So this could have been taken just before it happened?

Maybe, yeah.

We've cross-referenced Greg Bishop's photographs

with all our unsolved murder and miss-per files

and we have 11 abductions since 1984.

Joanna Beck was the second

and it looks like Lesley Hewitt was the last.

But Joanna and four others were the only bodies ever found.

But if Lesley Hewitt was the last one, 20 years ago,

why did they stop?

Serial killers... if we can use the term now?

Go on...

Serial killers don't always carry on until they're caught.

Sometimes killings stop because the killers get arrested

and end up in prison on some unrelated charge.

Sometimes, obviously, they die before they're ever caught.

Sometimes they leave the area.

Are we checking that?

Well, we're checking the database

but so far, over the last ten years,

there's nothing that fits the profile.

Other times, they just stop.

They just stop?

Could be a change in circumstances -

the killer gets married, or divorced or has children.

A parent dies or becomes ill.

Personally, I think a change in circumstance

can break the mental pattern that causes the killer

to do what he was doing.

Is there a link between the victims?

Well, all of the women were white,

all aged between 18 and 23

and all students on arts-based courses.

STANDING: Joanna Beck and the four others that were found

were all strangled and mutilated post-mortem.

Any sexual element?

No. It's all about the violence with him -

hatred, the need to destroy.

They weren't killed where they were found.

The bodies were dumped afterwards and pretty well-concealed,

which probably explains why only five have been found so far.

Which means the only way to find the others is to find the killer.

And this photographer was your only lead?

PULLMAN: So far.

And why is he not the prime suspect?

Well, we're working on a theory that all of these women

were lured with promises of work -

portrait commissions, musical recitals, things like that.

And the lure was a woman

which means that there was more than one person involved.

OK.

OK, I'll buy that there's a link between these abductions.

So now all of this needs to be sent up

to a murder investigation team.

No. No, sir, these are all UCOS cases.

Well, they are but the four of you can't possibly hope

to mount an investigation of this magnitude.

To reopen 11 cases, re-interview witnesses,

re-assess evidence...

Well, there's no way. Is there?

No, no. You clear the board, I'll put the cases in the system

and get a team set up.

It's a good job, well done.

Bollocks!

I know this woman.

Annie Banks?

Yes?

Hello, Annie. Remember me?

Detective Superintendent Pullman, this is my colleague Gerry Standing.

I interviewed you many years ago,

in connection with the abduction and murder of Joanna Beck.

-Poor Joanna, yes.

-We have some more questions for you.

-What about?

-Can we come in?

-Well, it's not a very good time at...

-Annie,

we have some photographs of you that were taken by Greg Bishop.

You may not want the neighbours to hear about them.

Oh, yes, of course.

Come in.

Those pictures were taken a long time ago.

I don't regret it, however much you judge me.

I'm not going to apologise for it.

No-one's asking you to.

How long ago?

I don't know...

Early '90s -

'92, '93.

And when did you meet Greg Bishop?

A few months before that,

in a pub just around the corner from here.

Though I wasn't living here at the time.

We have some photos taken by Greg Bishop of Joanna Beck,

on the night she was abducted.

And how is that anything to do with me?

I interviewed you, Annie, the day after we found Joanna's body because

on the night she was abducted,

she was at a student party,

-with you.

-Yes, that's right.

And as I told you at the time,

I was earning a few quid as a life-model in her art class.

We chatted, she invited me to the party.

I didn't even know her very well.

But now we've got photographs of Joanna Beck,

taken on the same night that she was with you

and taken by the same photographer

who you were shooting pornography with a few years later.

He also took photos of ten other women who were abducted,

and presumably killed, over a 12-year period.

I didn't know Greg until the early '90s.

Really?

-That's a bit of a coincidence.

-Yes, it is. Why?

Is Greg saying something different?

He's dead. He killed himself three days ago.

-We found these photos in the squat he was living in.

-A squat?

Poor sod.

Who else did he hang out with?

I don't know. I didn't meet anyone else with him.

Really?

What about the man who was in all the photos with you.

I only met him on the day

and I don't know his name.

Did Greg seem to know him?

I can't remember, this was years ago.

I don't know anything about any of this.

I knew Joanna because I was a life-model in her class.

I met Greg Bishop years later.

I mean, if he was there the night that she got killed...

..maybe he did see me.

Maybe meeting me in the pub and asking me to do those pictures

wasn't an accident.

Do you think?

Do you think that that could have happened to me?

We might have to come back and ask you some more questions, Annie.

Yes. Well, I'm not going anywhere.

What do you reckon?

I don't know, Gerry.

Is it possible that she knew Greg Bishop and Joanna Beck

-independently of each other?

-Yeah, it's possible.

Highly unlikely but it's possible.

So how do we prove she's lying, when they're both dead?

Well, you gave her a good going over on the Beck case, didn't you?

Yeah, yeah, she completely checked out.

If I hadn't seen those photos,

it wouldn't have occurred to me to come back to her.

Yeah, well, she used to take her kit off for art students,

it's not a great stretch - her going into porn.

It's hardly the same thing, Gerry.

Let me have a look at those photos, will you.

What you thinking?

Why this make-up?

Disguise, doesn't want to be recognised.

Could he be our jogger?

No, that'd be impossible to tell.

Who would know this man?

Oh, Dave...David...

Oh, he was big in this game in the '80s.

Dave Wheldon! Now, if this bloke was a regular model,

or whatever they call themselves,

Dave would know about it.

-Guv'nor, can I just point out something?

-What?

This isn't our case anymore.

Strickland told us to clear the board.

You've never disobeyed an order?

Sandra, you've proved that the abductions are connected.

That's the important thing, isn't it?

I always knew that Joanna Beck wasn't the only one.

I wasn't hung up on proving that, that's just process.

You know, what I wanted was to catch the guy.

To stop him from killing any more women.

Well, he hasn't for a while.

Says the man who jets around the world,

tracking people whose crimes are older than these.

That's a fair point. The thing is -

I suspect that catching him would be underwhelming.

How do you mean?

Well, I see it all the time with the war crimes investigation.

We read these testimonies,

we build up a mental image of these people -

in your case, a man who abducted and brutally murdered

at least 11 women.

He becomes a monster in you head, this epitome of evil.

But the reality is always...

a lot more banal.

I have arrested people before, you know.

Mass murderers?

Not mass murders, no.

And that's why you want this one.

He is the big fish!

Yeah, maybe.

Strickland's right, though.

UCOS isn't set up for this kind of thing.

We don't have the resources to catch this guy.

I do.

Not him, obviously, but people like him.

Some worse.

What are you saying, Max?

This was going to be your last case.

No, I didn't say that. You said that.

Well, if you want to stay...

I've been at UCOS for ten years.

-That's a long time.

-It's valuable work...

-Yes, it is.

-..with a great team.

Absolutely. And you built it from the ground up.

It was supposed to be a rubbish job,

shepherding a bunch of miscreant pensioners

through some old case-files,

just so the Met could say they were doing something about cold cases.

But you picked the right people, you gave them the good leadership.

Which is why I think you should come and work on my team.

-You're serious, aren't you?

-Not working for me.

Not even with me, a lot of the time.

I'm spending most of my time in court at the moment

and I need someone to run investigations.

Max, I can't just leave.

I understand. I understand.

You really want to though, don't you?

And I want the best person for the job.

-Can I think about it?

-No, you can say yes.

I can't leave.

-JACK:

-Well, you can't stay here for ever.

I belong here, Jack.

You're afraid to leave, that's your problem.

You're comfortable, Sandra.

Never get comfortable.

What we do here is important, you said that.

Of course it's important.

And it'll be important long after you've gone.

But you built the ship,

you don't have to go on steering it for ever.

What about the others?

Oh, I'm sure they'll miss you terribly,

probably never stop crying.

They might even erect a statue to you, out in the car park.

-Shut up.

-They'll be fine!

Even Gerry.

What do you mean, "Even Gerry"?

Well he's the one you're really worried about, isn't it?

I mean, Danny Griffin hasn't been here five minutes

and as for the Scots one...

He's called Steve.

My seat was still warm when he sat down.

What's the alternative?

You going to stay here till you get your pension?

Then what? Take up gardening?

Go off on one of those bloody awful coach holidays somewhere?

Or maybe you're going to move to the other side of that window

and become another one of those boring old bastards out there.

You're going to take the job, Sandra, we both know that.

So let's not kid ourselves.

I miss you, Jack.

Is this because Strickland wouldn't let us keep this case?

Of course it's not.

Strickland's right, there's no way

that we can re-investigate 11 separate cases at the same time.

Well, thanks for letting us know.

I wanted to talk to the three of you before I told him.

Very kind of you.

It's been ten years. It wasn't meant to be this long.

I think it's great, Sandra. Congratulations.

-Thanks, Steve. GRIFFIN:

-Uncharted waters,

you'll be brilliant.

What? Hunting Nazis?

There have been a few war criminals since the Nazis, Gerry.

It wasn't an easy decision.

Bloody quick, though.

And there was no mention of it before the frog turned up.

It's what I want to do, Gerry.

When are you leaving?

I don't know. I suppose when everything's squared away

and they can find me a replacement.

Well, we'll have a bit of a leaving do, eh?

-Get the room above the pub.

-Yeah.

When are you going to tell Strickland?

Today.

I'll give him a call in a minute and see when he has some time for me.

-Gerry...

-Well, come on, boys. Lot of work to do.

Gerry, lighten up. This can't have been easy for her.

-Gerry...

-Oh, can we talk about it later?

No, no. What was the name of that guy

you said was involved in the porn business, back in the '80s?

-Dave Wheldon?

-Yeah. Give them his details.

I want the name of the man Annie Banks was shagging in those photographs.

Hold on, hold on! This isn't even our case any more.

Shut up and get your coat.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

We know this was your dog, Annie.

You need to come with us.

There you go.

David Wheldon?

I'm Steve McAndrew, this is Dan Griffin.

We're with the Unsolved Crime and Open Cases Squad.

I wonder if we could have a word.

I don't think you've got the right man, gents.

Only crime I ever committed got solved

by me doing a seven-stretch.

We're here for an expert opinion.

First time I've been accused of having one of those.

Here, Dan, keep an eye, will you?

Gerry Standing was telling us

you used to be a bit of a mover and shaker

in the adult entertainment industry.

I knew me way around, yeah.

Oh, and you can drop the airs and graces, Steve.

Call it porn.

-How is Gerry?

-He's very well.

We're investigating the abduction and murder of several women

between 1985 and 1996.

That's a while back. Slowly, slowly, catchy monkey, eh?

-Well, some new information's come to light and...

-It's softly.

Excuse me?

Softly, softly, catchy monkey. You're sneaking up on it.

There's no advantage in being slow, monkeys are fast.

One of the names that's come up in connection with our investigation

is a photographer called Greg Bishop.

Oh, yeah, I remember Greg.

I haven't seen him in years.

He died of a heroin overdose, a few days ago.

-Sorry to hear that.

-But not surprised?

Not at all, no.

Greg was never the full ticket.

Oh, he's a talented man but not all there.

He took some pictures.

Pictures?

Porn. We need to know who's in them.

Well, have you've got 'em with you?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Here we go.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, HER I remember.

-Yeah, yeah, Anne something?

-Annie?

Annie. Nice girl.

How well did you know her?

In passing, Dan. Saw her around.

Yeah, she did a bit of modelling, bit of porn.

Movies as well as photos, as I recall.

We want to know who the man is.

-You never see his face properly.

-That's right.

That's interesting, isn't it?

If anyone wants to retain their anonymity in these situations,

it's normally the woman.

-Maybe he was married.

-Could be(!)

Rascal.

No, I'm afraid I don't know who he is.

I recognise the place though, if that's any use to you?

We thought it was a studio.

Oh, did you now? No, no, no.

That's a flat that Greg Bishop used,

up near Brondesbury Park.

-Kilburn?

-That's right.

Do you know who owned the flat?

He was another Jock, like yourself.

A druggie.

Stuart Mc...something.

-Mr McKelvie.

-Couple more questions for you.

Do you know a man called Greg Bishop?

-No.

-You sure?

You rented out your flat to him for photo-shoots.

And that assault charge that got you a criminal record?

Two weeks after Greg Bishop took your photograph in the park,

you beat him up, outside a pub in Camden.

I think it's time we had a wee chat somewhere a bit more private, don't you?

Is this your dog, Annie?

Well, it looks like your dog.

Did you ever walk him in this park?

Her. I walked her all over.

How about on September the 7th, 1996?

You don't expect me to remember?

That photo was taken by your friend, Greg Bishop.

He wasn't my friend, I barely knew him.

I don't believe you. Who's this man?

-No idea.

-Well...

..what about this man?

I told you, I don't know his name.

Are they one and the same?

How would I know?

That's poor Joanna.

Poor Joanna, yes.

Who's this man behind her, in the track-suit?

-I can barely make him out.

-Handy, that.

So we have two photographs - both taken by Greg Bishop,

both the last photographs of two women who were abducted,

both featuring the same jogger.

Now, you were with Joanna on the night she disappeared...

-She left the party before me.

-And this is your dog,

in the picture of Lesley.

Which suggests you were in the park at the same time.

-It isn't my dog.

-Yes, it is.

Do you see the connections we're making here?

You, Greg Bishop and the mystery man.

And now, we have another set of photographs,

also taken by Greg Bishop,

of you and another mystery man who won't let the camera see his face.

Why was that, I wonder?

I barely remember that day.

You're lying, Annie.

Why did this man not want the camera to see his face?

Is he the jogger?

A dog, a jogging man and some mucky old pictures...

You've got bugger all, haven't you?

I specifically told you to clear the boards

because this case was going to an MIT.

Yeah, we've got a new lead.

The photographs featuring Annie Banks

were taken in a flat in Kilburn, the same address as...

I appreciate that but the point is that we don't have the resources...

No, no, we don't have the resources to investigate 11 murders,

that is completely true. But they're all linked.

So if we could get this guy for just one of them...

There's a bigger picture here.

UCOS isn't in many people's good books

because of that business with Brian Lane.

And solving 11 murders in one go isn't going to improve our standing?

Certain people wouldn't see it as solving 11 murders

so much as embarrassing 11 Murder Investigation Teams.

-Oh!

-You've convinced me that these murders are connected,

so now we follow proper procedure, pass these cases upstairs

and try not to put any noses out of joint, for a change.

-I can crack Annie Banks.

-No! Just move on to the next one, Sandra.

There isn't going to be a next one!

I'm sorry, I didn't want it to come out like that.

And I don't want you thinking that this has anything to do

-with Annie Banks...

-So, you're leaving.

Max Clement has offered me a place on his War Crimes team.

-And I've given it a lot of thought...

-Yeah, it was about time.

Well, it's ten years, Sandra.

-I know...

-It's a good move

-and it'll be a fantastic experience.

-You're not worried about the team?

Well, they're a good team and that's thanks to you.

But let them be my problem.

The very least I owe you for everything you've done at UCOS

is not to stand in your way.

Thank you.

I'll talk to Clement and get everything sorted out.

I assume there'll be some sort of drinks thing?

I think that's a fairly safe assumption, sir, yes.

So you think you can crack Annie Banks?

I can if I run with this new lead.

I'm passing all this upstairs at the end of the day

and that'll be that.

Whatever you can do in the meantime...

be nice to go out on a high.

Yes, sir.

11 women abducted between 1985 and 1996.

Of those 11, five were murdered.

That is to say - their bodies were found slashed to bits.

We assume the other six are dead,

their bodies haven't been found yet.

That means the families don't know for certain.

They can't hold funerals, they can't put flowers on graves.

11 daughters, 11 sisters.

We think there might be more than 11.

These are just the ones we've managed to link together so far.

Do you know what the link is, Mr McKelvie?

-Stuart. You can call me...

-We're not your friends, pal.

The link is that all these women

were photographed just prior to their death and without their knowledge

by Greg Bishop.

What were you doing in the park that day?

-I was walking back from the pub.

-No.

I was! I swear that's what I was doing.

This woman, Lesley Hewitt.

I don't know her.

No, but you managed to remember a transit van.

-Was there a transit van?

-No.

Why did you say there was one?

Because he owned a dark blue transit.

Who did?

The man in the picture.

The man jogging.

You saw there him that day?

You knew who he was?

I recognised him from the flat, from the photo shoots.

Later that day, Greg Bishop came round,

said if anyone asked, I didn't see anything in the park

and he was frightened for my safety if I did say anything.

Greg Bishop died of an overdose, five days ago.

So what you were doing back then, drug dealing or whatever,

is of no interest to him now.

You've got nothing to be scared of.

I'm not scared of him.

I was never scared of Bishop,

I'm scared of her.

Annie Banks?

She's there.

She's just out the picture.

She was talking to the girl

and she must have run forward to get the ball for the dog or something.

See, they were talking and I didn't recognise the girl,

that's why I'm looking back.

Annie Banks is a nasty piece of work.

Greg...he was in love with her.

He'd have done anything she asked...

..but she only had eyes for this one.

He was like the devil.

He went right through you.

What's his name?

-Oh, I don't know...

-Stuart, what's his name?

Tom... something. I don't know his surname,

I never wanted to.

You'll never find him...

..she'll no' give him up.

We have a witness who confirms this is your dog, Annie.

So, I walk my dog in the park.

Our witness says you were walking with Lesley Hewitt.

If someone talks to me, I'm not going to be rude, am I?

You walked Lesley round the park

and then you walked her past Greg Bishop

so he could take a photograph of the two of you as a trophy,

which is all part of this sick little fantasy of yours, isn't it?

-Yeah, you and your boyfriend.

-Did you know what he was doing?

I mean, you can't not have known.

But were you actually there when he killed them,

when he chopped them up?

Or did you just deliver them to him and turn a blind eye?

Kid yourself it wasn't happening

because you were...what, madly in love with him?

I like your jacket, where did you get it?

Why do you think he hates women so much?

Cos he does hate them.

Five bodies were found.

And what he did to those bodies,

one can only conclude that he despises women.

See, I can't make clothes like that work,

-they don't hang right on me.

-Maybe he was gay.

-No.

No, no.

No, he wasn't gay, it's just that women make him feel inadequate.

Ah.

Didn't hate you though, Annie.

You didn't make him feel inadequate.

No, maybe it's because they were all young and talented,

had a future.

Maybe that's why he hated them

and didn't hate you.

It was the dog.

What was the dog?

The dog told him to do it.

SHE LAUGHS

You think this is funny?

Why did he stop killing?

That's a good question

and you should ask him the next time you see him.

I don't think you know the answer, do you?

Wouldn't tell you if I did.

I think he just left one day.

-Intriguing.

-Maybe he met someone else,

someone who didn't make him want to kill and mutilate women,

someone completely different to you.

And he walked out of your life,

without so much as a backward glance.

That's a sad story.

Isn't it?

-Even sadder that you're still so devoted to him.

-Am I?

This is over, Annie.

Not only do we have a witness who can put you with Lesley Hewitt,

all the other cases are being reopened

and I would put a year's salary

on every single one of those girls

having had some contact with you, prior to their abductions.

-I'd take that bet.

-I wouldn't.

Cooperation is the only card you've got left to play.

You owe him nothing.

Stop protecting him.

I'd love to.

But I don't know who he is.

His name is Tom.

Tom what?

He's probably got a wife and kids by now -

a whole other life.

Whereas you, Annie,

you're stuck.

You're stuck in time and you're stuck alone

in that little flat of yours

with just pictures of your pets to keep you company.

Lonely.

I wonder if he ever thinks about you.

I wonder if he even remembers who you are.

I'm bored now.

Yeah, so am I.

I've got you as an accessory to the murder of Joanna Beck

and the abduction of Lesley Hewitt.

I'll process that, charge you,

and then go to work on the other nine girls and get you on those, too.

It doesn't matter about him.

He's lost to us, he's slipped through the net.

He can get on with his nice new life

and you can rot in jail, eh, Annie?

SHE GASPS

His name was Tom Miller.

Hi. Is Tom Miller in, please?

-Dad?

-FEMALE:

-Who is it?

There's someone here for Dad.

-Tom?

-Yeah?

There's someone at the door.

Careful up there, the paint's still wet.

-Tom Miller?

-How can I help you?

I've got you, you bastard.

You ready?

Yeah, in a minute.

-What is it?

-Nothing.

Listen, Guv'nor, whatever else is going on here,

this is a real result.

Miller's in there, he's going to spill his guts

and tell us where all the other bodies are.

Yeah.

It's just a weird feeling.

What, leaving?

Well, you ready for the pub?

I'll see you there.

Sandra...

..I hate to say this...

..but you're right to go.

Really?

Yeah, yeah.

God knows I'll miss you. Well, we all will.

But these past few years...

Well, I've finally felt that I've achieved something.

And that is all down to you.

Hardly.

Oh, yes, it is.

I mean, you've treated us better than any boss could.

And quite often, we didn't deserve it.

That's certainly true.

But you don't belong here any more.

No, you belong out there,

where there's more exciting stuff to be done.

And we're all big enough and ugly enough to cope.

I should certainly hope so.

I'll miss it.

I'll miss you.

Yeah, well, just one thing -

when you walk out of here,

just don't look back.

I'll try not to.

Ready for the pub?

I'll get 'em in.

Your usual gallon of dry white?

Yeah, come on. She's going to meet us there.

Are you going to sit there moping all day,

or are you coming for a drink?

I'll be right there, Jack.

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