Dark Chocolate New Tricks

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Gerry, what do you want? It's my day off.

Yeah, I know and I'm sorry about that, but I need your help.

-Why, what's happened?

-No, no, no - nothing like that, it's just...

Listen, I'm giving up cigarettes.

Gerry! Well done! That's fantastic!

-And I just wondered whether you'd be my fag buddy?

-Your what?

Fag buddy - you know, someone who helps somebody else give up smoking.

Oh, right, yeah, of course. No, I'd love to help.

Yeah, but you've got to keep encouraging me, all right?

Make sure I don't waver.

"Make cigarettes history!".

Absolutely. Good man. Keep it up.

Oh, I will, yeah. Cheers, bye.

Bye.

You idiot! You should be ashamed of yourself!

# It's all right, it's OK

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

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

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

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

# It's all right, it's OK

# Getting to the end of the day

I thought I was early.

Strickland's away.

-Anywhere nice?

-He left us this,

with a covering note.

"Dear Sandra, this file arrived on my desk today. It is unusual

"in having only recently ceased being an active enquiry,

"but knowing of your specific expertise dealing with

"this kind of crime in the past,

"the commissioner is eager for UCOS to be involved not merely

"due to your particular skills, but because of the real danger

"that the perpetrator will strike again."

-"This kind of crime"?

-Rape?

Yeah, two of them in 1999.

Ooh, at the Pyramid Chocolate Factory in Greenford.

Then after a ten year gap, there was another attack 12 months ago

the back room of a shop in Totteridge. Helen Vestry.

Operation Sapphire investigated that attack and they linked DNA

from it to the rapes back in '99.

MO was exactly the same.

-Any suspects?

-No. Both investigations drew a blank.

What about the MO?

All three were attacked from behind and in total darkness.

They said he wore gloves,

-but none of them recall seeing anything more of the guy. Oh, and he never spoke.

-Is that it?

They all said that he smelled strongly of sweat. Thank you.

This bloke doesn't have anything going for him, does he?

-What about where the rapes took place? Any link?

-Only the darkness.

Jean Saunders was raped in the women's changing room at Pyramid

just after her shift ended at 6pm. All the lights went out

just before she was attacked, and then a week later, Eileen

was assaulted on the shop floor of the factory around nine.

Again, all the lights were turned off.

-Why didn't they do a mass DNA screening?

-They did.

All the men employed by Pyramid,

plus security, delivery men, contract cleaners,

but none of their DNA matched that of the rapist's.

What about last year? The most recent attack.

Helen Vestry was attacked as she was closing up the shop at which she worked. Again, pitch black.

Long time, isn't it, between attacks?

Well, the bloke could have been anywhere - abroad, prison, anything.

Possibly, but given that most rapes are not reported,

I think there's a good chance he has committed more in between.

They're all very similar, these women, aren't they?

Blonde, petite, in their twenties.

Physically very easy to subdue.

Not a coincidence then.

He observes them, singles them out.

For some, the biggest kick is the actual preparation

and build-up to the assault, not the attack itself.

That would explain the extreme sweating.

You know, he gets excited about successfully carrying out

a carefully planned operation.

-Are the victims willing to talk?

-Jean Saunders has since died

of cancer, but the other two have agreed to meet.

You and I'll talk to them - you guys go to the factory.

Now, Operation Sapphire haven't spoken to Eileen Harrison

or anybody else at Pyramid about this last attack, so probably a good idea not to mention it

and needless to say this is a very sensitive investigation so...

For God's sake, look at us - we've handled hundreds of these cases,

and you're telling us we've got to be sensitive!

Gerry's given up smoking.

-What! You?!

-Ahhh, that's why you're so ratty.

-I am not ratty!

-What's brought this on all of a sudden?

Well, I had to see the doctor and he said at my age

I should have given up by now. So you can't argue, can you, really?

Well, I am delighted, congratulations.

Helen Vestry?

-Sandra Pullman?

-Yes, this is my colleague, Jack Halford.

-Hello.

-Thanks for agreeing to see us.

-Not at all.

Anything if it helps catch the shit-bag. It's through the back.

Here. I just came in to close up...

I did that most nights, and next moment the lights went out,

he grabbed me from behind and, well, he did what he did.

The Operation Sapphire Team said that you didn't hear him threaten you, he didn't speak?

-No.

-Did you cry out?

I didn't have time.

Anyway, there was no-one in the shop and...

I was scared, unfortunately.

No, no. Of course you were scared.

So you never saw his face?

No. I would have remembered. I am good with faces.

It was just too dark to see him.

Is there anything else you can remember? Anything at all?

Yeah...I remember thinking "I hope he doesn't kill me".

The feel of his gloves and the damp...the smell...of his sweat.

How long is it since you had a fag?

-Four days?

-How's it going?

Yeah, good, thanks, yeah, yeah.

With the nicotine deprivation, I mean.

I'm fine, all right? Just don't keep on about it.

Duncan Miller. Managing director.

Gerry Standing. Brian Lane. Thanks for your time.

Oh, it's a pleasure - always willing to help the boys in blue.

Celine was saying you're here to investigate the, er...

-incidents back in '99?

-Yes.

We'd like to see where the attacks took place

and talk to any of the employees who were here at the time.

Sure, well, there's not that many still here,

but I'll show you down to the shop-floor - this way.

I'm afraid the women's changing room has been demolished

to make way for a refrigeration storage facility.

I must say, I'm intrigued to find out

why you've come back after all this time.

-Well, the case was never closed.

-Oh.

Mr Miller, you did take a DNA test with everyone else, didn't you?

Yeah - Duncan, please... call me Duncan.

Yes, yes, I was very relieved. But all the work-force were cleared.

The whole affair was devastating.

Pyramid - we're not just a company, we're one big happy family.

So this is where, er...

-Eileen Harrison.

-This is where Eileen, was er...

-It was a terrible affair, terrible.

-WOMAN ON SPEAKER: 'This is a call

'for Mr Miller. Could Duncan Miller please go to R&D?'

Sorry about this, I'll leave you with Tilly Shaw.

She's the shift supervisor, but at the time she was working on the production line - Tilly!

Could you come here? These gentlemen want a word.

Excuse me gentlemen, please. Thank you.

-Hello.

-Brian. Brian Lane.

-Gerry Standing.

-Hello.

-Eileen Harrison?

-Yeah?

-Detective Superintendent Pullman,

-this is my colleague Jack Halford.

-Right, well, you'd better come in.

Thank you.

I didn't know there were going to be two of you.

-Oh. I'm sorry. I...

-No, it's just, erm....

No, no, no, it's quite all right...

I understand. If there is somewhere I could wait..?

E, yeah, in the living room.

Thank you.

-I'm sorry about that.

-You don't have to apologise, Eileen.

-I can call you that?

-Yeah.

-I don't want you to feel pressurised

in any way, cos we're here to help catch the man who attacked you.

-Is it OK if we go back to the night it happened?

-Yeah.

You finished work at seven o'clock?

Well, the shift normally finished at five,

but we did two hours' overtime, cos we had a rush on.

And then you went back to the shop floor two hours later?

Yeah, I'd left my purse in the changing rooms.

I couldn't find it in my handbag, so I went back for it.

And, er...

that was when...

-And you went back alone?

-Yeah...

Well, they'd increased security.

Everyone was being checked in and out the factory.

I mean, it was more secure than ever

and I never thought that it could happen again.

I never thought that he'd...

-It's all right if you want to stop, Eileen.

-Nah.

-You just have to say.

No, no... it's OK.

I want to...

I want to...

I'm sorry.

It's all right, it's OK. It's all right.

And you worked on the production line?

-Me, Eileen and Jean.

-But not any more?

-No, thank God.

I'm the union rep.

Mind you, the place hasn't changed much since then. Same belt, machinery, everything.

-Till.

-Oh, this is Mick, my husband.

He was a mechanic back then but now he's the chief engineer.

These men are from UCOS. They've come about what happened to Jean and...

Still ain't caught the bloke then? What a surprise(!) You lot couldn't catch a fever in a swamp.

-Mick!

-Can we talk about this somewhere else?

What you doing back here then, eh? Get lost looking for your overtime?

We don't get much overtime.

-We're civilians...

-Oh, brilliant.

You ain't even real coppers?

So what's prompted all this then all of a sudden?

Back in '99, we had two months of non-stop prodding and poking,

everyone here took a DNA test and then nothing, end of story.

The case has never been closed. It's all part of the reviewing process.

He's done it again, hasn't he?

-The rapist.

-Look, this doesn't make sense to me.

Mr Miller said you were all like one big happy family.

He said that, did he?! Joke.

-Mick...

-Well, aren't you?

-No, we ain't, since he came. Look,

when Miller took over, he cut costs - safety, wages, pension deal.

Anything that wasn't core production was put out to tender, including security.

That's one of the main reasons those rapes happened.

World and his wife could have walked in here back then.

Well, no-one mentioned that at the time.

Everyone was frightened about losing their jobs.

He'd already laid off loads of people who'd been here for years.

Never mind what Miller says.

The only thing he gave a toss about was how much the publicity

was costing him. Am I right or wrong, Tilly?

He did next to nothing.

Not for Eileen or the others.

-Others?

-I meant Jean.

Yeah, I better get back before Miller docks my pay and all.

Me too.

Look, forgive Mick. It's just that he cares.

And he's right... Miller doesn't.

"Others"?

So Eileen Harrison was on her way to the changing room, which was that way.

HE COUGHS

That's better.

I never heard or saw nothing till it was too late.

No movement, voice, nothing.

The lights went off.

He grabbed me and then um...

Afterwards...

I was covered in his sweat.

It stank.

I couldn't move for what seemed like ages.

And then when I did...

he'd gone.

And you never went back to work?

Once. But it was no good.

And since then I've not really been able to go out the house.

I find it too difficult.

-Cuddly toys, like a child's.

-Cheers.

The only magazines and photos are at least ten years old,

-as if her life had just stopped.

-Hello.

-Oh, you're all right, are you?!

-Yours are on the bar.

-How d'you know what I wanted?

-I'm psychic.

-I just asked for alcohol.

-I might have wanted a fruit juice.

-Ha! How was Pyramid?

-Interesting.

-Cheers.

-You can eat as much chocolate as you like inside the factory,

but you can't take any out.

-I meant the investigation, Brian.

-Well, Miller, the boss,

he came on all teeth and smiles, but according to the work-force that's just an act.

All profit and no heart. And there's hardly anyone left from '99.

-High turnover?

-Yeah, apparently.

Miller didn't talk much. He was too keen to rush off.

The work-force were more help, especially Mick and Tilly Shaw,

husband and wife. She was a friend of Eileen Harrison, a shop steward now.

She did say one thing that was odd.

She, um, she used the word "others"

when we were talking about the victims - and I mean apart from Eileen.

-What, "others" as in plural?

-Exactly.

She made out it was a slip of the tongue,

that she just meant Jean, but I'm not so sure.

The victims have anything to say?

-Both of them saw next to nothing.

-Scenes of crime?

Well, the changing room's been pulled down, it's not there any more.

The production line where Eileen was attacked - that's still going.

Very busy... loud. Noisy.

Women!

Is it the sort of place you'd go back to alone?

Why?

Well, Eileen Harrison, two hours after her shift ended, goes back

to a place where only one week before a workmate had been raped.

She went back for her purse. She might have had her wages in it.

There is something a bit odd.

The place where the attack happened.

It doesn't look like it's actually en route to the changing room.

I'll tell you what's really bothering me, the man we're

looking for knew how and where to turn the light switches on and off.

It had to be someone who knew the inside of that factory.

Every man who went in and out of Pyramid was DNA tested.

Someone was missed. They had to have been.

OK, go back to Pyramid and ask Miller whether there's a

remote possibility that someone could have missed being tested.

And while we're there we'll have another look

-around the shop floor, work out the geography, do it properly.

-OK, good.

Jack, check out all the private firms outside of Pyramid that had

-their men DNA tested and ask if somebody could have been missed.

-What about you?

I'll go and have a word with this Mrs Shaw.

See if it was a slip of the tongue. Where are you going?

Well, I thought I would just pop outside and have a quick...

Oh, no, I don't any more, do I?

HE COUGHS

Better out than in!

SHE KNOCKS

Tilly Shaw? Detective Superintendent Pullman.

-You spoke with a couple of my colleagues earlier.

-Oh, yeah.

-Is it OK if I have another word?

-Er, Mick's at football practice.

That's OK, it's you I wanted to speak to particularly.

Thank you.

Excuse the mess, my husband's a bit of an angling freak.

You and your husband both worked at Pyramid in 1999 -

am I right in thinking that most of the staff were women back then?

Still are. Packing on the production line.

Piece-work. The pay's not brilliant.

-Must have been very scary for the women at that time?

-Terrible.

Especially after we saw how badly affected Jean and Eileen were.

Eileen was a mate, yeah?

Is she still?

We...

I hardly see her. She's become a bit of a recluse. Not that I blame her.

-Did you ever talk to the other women about what happened?

-Of course.

Talked about nothing else for weeks.

But nobody had a clue who it might have been?

It's just that he obviously had access to the factory

and he seems to have picked similar looking victims,

which suggests that he either knew them or had seen them.

That's what made it so scary, but...

Did anything else unusual happen at that time?

It's just that Brian, my colleague,

told me that you said "others". As in other victims.

Not just Eileen and Jean.

-That was a mistake.

-Right.

Tilly, we're hunting a serial rapist.

I don't want to hear from someone else something I should have heard from you.

There was one girl...

Nisha Kumar,

she was a friend of Eileen's...

-she died, a few months later.

-Died?

Committed suicide. Her mum and dad found her.

She hanged herself.

No. Categorically, no. Even the men that were off sick got tested.

-Can I have another one?

-Yeah, sure.

-Are you sure you won't...?

-No, thank you, no.

-We want to have another look at the shop floor.

-What, now? There's no-one there.

Well, that's great, cos we'd like to see it exactly how it was when Eileen Harrison was attacked.

Yeah, it won't take long. We just need to see it in the dark.

It's very inconvenient.

I thought you said Pyramid was one, big happy family and that you wanted to help?

Every man I had who'd worked there was done.

-You're absolutely sure?

-Come on, there was only five,

including me, and I never even set foot in the place.

We were all DNA tested, everybody was cleared and that was that.

It doesn't seem a lot, Mr Close. Four men to clean a whole factory?

Oh, in this business you soon figure out the most efficient use of manpower. I run a very tight ship.

You, er, you don't have the Pyramid contract anymore, do you?

No.

Maybe it was a bit too tight?

Actually, we fell out over safety.

THEY SPEAK POLISH

What was that, Polish?

Aye, I picked a bit up here and there.

It's easier to find out if somebody's lying to you if you

speak their language and it's easier to get them to do what you want,

rather than what they want.

You know what I'm saying?

Are we done?

Yes, yes. Thank you.

Sorry I couldn't help you.

Right!

I should have taken more notice,

seen what was happening to her, how she changed.

She changed?

After the attacks.

Before, Nisha was always cheerful, lively, funny...

but then...

One day I found her crying.

Then she stopped coming to work for days at a time.

Nisha and Eileen were always really close, best friends,

but when Eileen eventually came back to work, it just seemed to make it worse.

Two days later, Nisha killed herself.

So Nisha's death took place after the original investigation ended?

Tilly, do you think there's a possibility that Nisha could have been raped?

So... What are you two still doing here?

Get out, get out, that should have been finished hours ago.

So the women's changing rooms were that way?

-Yeah.

-And the exit is this way? There's not another changing room?

No.

Are you sure it's all right for me to keep eating these?

Sure, I'm delighted you like them.

-Very more-ish.

-And you say there isn't another ladies' toilet or anything down here?

Uh, no. Are you sure you won't have a...

No, thanks, I'm fine.

HE COUGHS

Sorry.

-Are you all right?

-I think I need...

-I need...

-HIS STOMACH GURGLES

-Where's the toilet?!

-Oh, it's...

COUGHING CONTINUES

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Now, he always works in the dark, doesn't he?

Here you go. It's all dark.

He's creeping about down here.

She must have been... CLATTERING

Oh, you little beauty.

Look at that.

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, this is your lucky day.

HE COUGHS

Oh!

Lovely.

ALARM RINGS

SECOND ALARM BLARES

-Hey, "Nudger"! Pyramid's Nudger!

-Nudger! Yes! Of course!

JINGLE: # Everything you want in a bar and a little bit more

# Not just chocolate bar a whole lot more!

# Nuts, biscuit, nougat...

-# Fudge, raisins chocolate...

-Honeycomb pieces!

# Everything you want in a bar and a little bit more - Nudger! #

-Morning.

-Pyramid's Nudger!

-Yes, I remember. It was horrible.

-Sickly sweet.

-You know what your trouble is?

You like all this boutique, 70%, fair-trade cobblers...

It's like tar that stuff. No, I like my chocolate to taste like...sugar!

If Nudger was so great, why did they take it off the market?

I recall it was cos they found something in one of them that shouldn't have been there.

-Like a finger.

-Oh, yes.

-Anyway, moving swiftly on,

what did you find out at the factory?

Well, Miller was adamant all the men were DNA tested. Nobody was missed.

Ditto all the other firms who were in and out of the factory.

And the rapist must have known the layout of the factory floor,

because where Eileen was attacked - it's basically a dead end.

You would only go there if you wanted to open the window or turn the lights on and off.

Even if she was disorientated by the lights being out,

where she was attacked was nowhere near the women's changing room. So it doesn't make sense.

There's something else.

Tilly Shaw told me that a girl called Nisha Kumar killed herself

just four months after the rapes, and Nisha worked on the same production line as...

-The "others".

-Yeah.

-Was she raped?

-I don't know.

What I do know is she was Eileen Harrison's best friend, and that

only days after Eileen came back to work, she hanged herself.

-Definitely suicide, was it?

-That's what the coroner said.

I've sent for a copy of the post mortem report.

In the meantime, Jack, you and I will go and talk to her family -

-she has a brother, Arun.

-What about us?

-You said quite a lot of people had been laid off just before the rapes?

-Yeah.

Why don't you get a list from Miller and see if any of them have ever been in trouble.

Could take forever!

We could have got away with this, mate. You keep schtum, all right?

-You keep schtum yourself.

-All right.

-You're the one with the big mouth.

HE WHISTLES

Arun Kumar?

Detective Superintendent Pullman from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

-This is my colleague Jack Halford.

-Yeah?

We were wondering if we could have a chat with you about your sister, Nisha?

What about Nisha?

-Can we go inside?

-You got a warrant?

-A warrant? No, no. We just want to...

-Then no, you can't come in.

-I don't let police in my house.

-Any particular reason?

-Loads.

Mr Kumar, we're investigating a number of rapes that took place

in the factory where your sister worked in 1999 and we understand

that sadly she took her own life just four months after the rapes took place...

-And?

-Look, whatever dealings,

whatever experiences you've had with the police before, they weren't with

me, all right? I'm just trying to find the man who raped these women.

We don't have any details of your mother and father - are they still around?

-No. They went back to India.

-When?

-What's that got to do with you?

-Was it anything to do with Nisha?

-I don't want to talk any more.

-Was your sister raped, Arun?

Don't talk about my sister like that, understand?!

No-one talks about her like that.

I don't want to talk about your sister.

I want you to talk about her.

She's suffered enough.

Leave her alone.

Would you call that a reaction or an overreaction?

He was certainly mad about something.

Cos his sister was raped, or because we knew about it?

Hmmm. Look!

Oh, great(!)

What is it about policing and leaks to the press?

It's absolutely bloody outrageous!

Oh, let's try and be positive, maybe someone will come forward with fresh information.

I've only ever heard that said on television.

Well, there is some good news.

-Go on.

-Nisha Kumar's post mortem.

The pathologist was looking for signs of sexual assault.

There were none. In fact, the report clearly states

that Nisha was a virgin.

And you were right. In 2000, Pyramid were prosecuted by Health and Safety for one of their Nudger bars...

And as you said, this chocolate had a piece of human being in it.

Pyramid blamed the "contamination of imported raisins from Turkey".

They were found guilty under health and safety and fined £200,000.

Sales went through the floor and by December they discontinued the line.

No more Nudger.

-The company nearly went bust.

-I should bloody well hope so.

Yeah, but that's not how big business works.

So, in eight months they'd landed three new contracts

with separate supermarket chains,

all selling own-brand chocolate bars, and guess what was in them?

Nuts, biscuit, nougat.

Fudge, raisin, chocolate.

Honeycomb pieces.

Exactly, so with in 18 months,

Pyramid had had two rapes, a suicide

and a finger in one of their best brands.

That's either an awful lot of bad luck, or an awful lot of coincidences.

And who says there's no such thing as bad publicity?

-Whose finger was it? Did they ever find out?

-I don't know.

Some Turkish raisin-farmer.

But if Nisha wasn't raped, then why did she kill herself?

She may not have been raped, but she may have known who the rapist was.

Well, we got hold of an ex-employees list from Pyramid

and guess who was on it in '98...

while he was a student working in his summer break?

Arun Kumar.

-Is he!

-Right, do a PNC check,

see if he's on the DNA database.

-Are you still not smoking?

-No.

Well done.

Sheer will power!

HE COUGHS

-You lied to me!

-Eileen, I didn't lie to you.

Yeah? Why didn't you tell me?! Making out you were worried.

-You don't give a toss!

-Eileen, listen, just listen to me.

I didn't tell you what happened cos I didn't want to frighten you.

So I had to find out through the papers!

That was nothing to do with us, me or my colleagues, I promise.

I don't believe it! He can't still be around! It's impossible!

Yeah, I've got you, but no arrests?

Yeah, that's great, thanks.

Arun Kumar hasn't got a criminal record

-but he has been stop-searched a couple of times.

-But no DNA.

No, not as... PC BEEPS

-Bloody hell.

-What?

Well, I just typed the words "Pyramid Chocolate factory" and "crime" into the computer.

Look what it's come up with.

"Mick Shaw, a mechanic at the Pyramid Chocolate factory,

"was found not guilty of assault at Isleworth Crown court." 2003.

Yeah, I thought he was bit tense.

Yeah, I'll tell the guv'nor.

And about Arun.

-Oi, oi, where you going?

-Out.

Are you going to go and see Mick Shaw?

I'm going to go see a man about a coincidence.

PHONE RINGS I don't...

Yes, Guv'nor.

I'm sure I can do you some kind of deal, yeah.

Listen, let me call you back, yeah.

You know this could be construed as harassment.

-I could be construed as a customer.

-Not dressed like that, mate.

We're not here to argue, Arun. We just want to talk.

Talk? Yeah, right. About what?

I sent for your sister's post-mortem report.

Now what was probably not made clear to you and your parents -

for obvious reasons - but is clear from the report

is that at the time of her death, Nisha was still a virgin.

She wasn't raped.

Which begs the question why did she hang herself?

She was obviously very unhappy about something.

Did you see that she was unhappy?

That's a stupid question, of course. We all did.

Arun, I know you've been stop-searched a couple of times...

-Oh, here we go!

-..so you're a bit hacked off with the police.

-Really?! You ain't got a...

-Listen.

I don't know why your sister killed herself but I think you do.

You don't like talking about it because you feel guilty in some way.

-You're full of shit.

-No, no, no, no, I don't think so.

-I don't need this.

-OK, so who do you blame for your sister's death?

Did you ever see your sister, Arun?

In the factory? That summer when you worked there?

I worked in accounts. We weren't allowed on the shop floor.

Did you ever meet Eileen Harrison?

PHONE RINGS Who?

Come on, she was Nisha's best mate

-and one of the women who was raped.

-You people are unbelievable!

A white woman gets raped and you grab the first Asian guy

-who's name crops up.

-You really believe that, do you?

Yeah, me and half the guys I grew up with.

My sister hangs herself

and the only thing you're interested in is the woman she's mates with.

No, what I'm interested in is why a happy girl who wasn't raped

suddenly decides to commit suicide.

Nah, what you really get off on is giving guys like me a hard time.

Maybe it's because she knew who the rapist was

and that made her feel really ashamed.

Now...are you sure you never went down on that shop floor?

I loved my sister.

And I never raped anyone.

Fine. Then you'd be happy to give us a DNA sample.

-What?

-So we can rule you out of our investigation?

-You think I'm stupid?

You think I'm going to let my DNA go on your database?

It will be destroyed as soon as it's proved negative.

Yeah, and Father Christmas is Shiva.

I don't trust ya. And nothing that's ever happened to me makes me want to.

OK. But I am going to find out who raped those women.

And I'm going to find out why your sister hanged herself.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm Gerry Standing. UCOS.

-What, another one?

-Ah, no, I'm different

because I remembered your name.

I thought I'd heard it somewhere before. And I was right.

-Gi' yersel' a Blue Peter badge.

-GERRY LAUGHS

See, now you call yourself Close Sanitation

but in 2001, Close Cleaning Limited was prosecuted

by the Immigration Services for employing illegal immigrants.

Bangladeshis, mostly.

Most of whom had fake ID and all of whom were subsequently deported.

All right, two Blue Peter badges.

So, come on, Alex. Come on, come clean, eh?

Did you have any illegals on your payroll in '99?

Course you did

and some of them were working at the factory when the rapes took place.

I've got no idea what you're on about.

Oh, yes, you have,

you didn't say anything, because if they'd been DNA tested

along with everybody else

-they would have been outed as illegal immigrants.

-No.

There was no illegals on my books in 1999. OK?

Please.

And it is illegal to smoke in these premises.

Thanks for the chat, pal.

Mr Miller? We're here about Nisha Kumar.

-Who?

-She hanged herself.

Oh, yeah.

You didn't mention her to my colleagues,

-even though it happened months after the rapes.

-Well, yeah,

since the start of your investigation, I have been somewhat distracted.

Not least by the harassment from the press.

I can assure you it wasn't us who spoke to the press.

We're only here to ask you what you know

-about Nisha Kumar's suicide.

-The short answer is nothing.

She worked here. She killed herself.

Are you saying it's cause and effect?

I don't appreciate sarcasm.

What did her family say to you when she died?

-I don't know. I've never met 'em.

-You must have spoken to them?

Er, well, she didn't die here, did she?

So one of your workforce commits suicide

and you don't communicate with her nearest and dearest?

-Yeah, we may have sent flowers, I don't know.

-Very touching.

What about the guy whose finger was found in a bar of Nudger?

Send him a bunch of flowers when/if he turns up?

What has that got to do with anything?!

You seem to have had a great deal of bad luck

in a very short space of time.

Yes, well, "Troubles they come, not in single spies but in battalions."

A little bit like the...U...C...

Oh, whatever you're called. Listen, she was a young woman,

-she would have been having boyfriend trouble...

-You're an expert, are you?

No, no, no, no, I leave that to Human Resources

and the... the gossips on the shop-floor.

Excuse me.

What? Oh, please, I'm busy! Don't bother me with stuff like that.

Arsehole. Fat lot of good that was. We're getting nowhere.

There's still Arun. There are other ways to get his DNA.

No! Not yet.

Oi, what's the idea of this?

-Mick's furious. I've got a shop-floor scared to death!

-Them and Eileen both.

And as I understand it, Mick gets angry about a whole lot of things.

-What do you mean? What's Eileen been saying?

-Eileen?

-Nothing? Why? What should she have said?

-I just meant she'd be upset,

-probably feeling...

-Feeling what? How would you know?

-You haven't seen her for ten years. Why not?

-She cut herself off.

No, no. I can understand why Eileen wouldn't want to see anyone.

That's no reason for you to stop trying to see her.

-That's what friends are for.

-Depends what you mean by friends.

What's that supposed to mean?

What would make you stop being mates

-with a woman you thought was a really good friend?

-Eileen and Mick?

When did you find out?

Not till later.

She wouldn't see me. I went round...

Mick was there at the front door. She wouldn't let him in.

It was over by then. The rape saw to that.

-That's when I realised.

-I heard you lot were here again!

Shouldn't you be out hunting rapists?

We were just talking to your wife, Mr Shaw.

We've done enough talking to you already.

Why don't you do your jobs instead of wasting time?

I wouldn't call finding out about your affair with Eileen Harrison a waste of time.

But I can understand why you never mentioned it to the original investigation.

Until now, I couldn't understand

why Eileen came back to this factory alone.

Which begs the question -

-where were you on the night she was raped?

-Me?

-You think it was me?

-Mick's not a rapist!

No, he only beats up people outside pubs.

-Not guilty, mate.

-Fine. Back to the point. Where were you?

You know where I was. In the pub. With mates.

Yeah. When you should have been here, waiting for Eileen.

Only you never turned up, did you?

But the rapist did.

My guess is that you felt very guilty, maybe even partly to blame.

Even though it wasn't your fault.

-Just shut up!

-Easy, easy.

Nisha, did she have a boyfriend?

I don't know. I don't think so.

Eileen would know.

Thank you. If, er, anything else occurs to you, anything at all,

just let me know, yeah?

What's this? A little light supper?

-What the hell is that?

-Chocolate. Finger.

I thought we should get it DNA tested.

You never know, might not be Turkish

and we could be looking for a nine-fingered rapist.

Well, it would narrow the field down a bit.

-Can I help you?

-Liam Braine, forensic scientist.

-I understand you have a rather interesting digit to analyse.

-There you go.

Oh. That is a particularly fine specimen.

-Do you know the exact nature of the confectionary it was encased in?

-Nudger.

Ah, Nudger.

Manufactured by the Pyramid Chocolate Company, 1963 to 2000.

Chocolate. 30% cocoa solids. Whey, milk, cocoa butter, sugar,

granulated almond and hazel nuts, shortcake biscuit, nougat,

-cream fudge, Turkish raisins...

-And honeycomb pieces, yes.

-How soon can we get the results?

-It should be feasible

to have a comprehensive set of indices very soon.

Although this is a particularly nutty problem.

Nougat is made from a combination of sugar, egg-white and nuts.

The term is derived from the Old French "nogat",

itself a corruption of the Provencal word "noga", meaning "nut".

Too many nuts.

You can say that again!

-Evening all.

-Evening.

I've just been chatting to Alex Close

because I found out that in 2001,

he was prosecuted for employing illegal immigrants, so I asked him

-did he employ any in 1999?

-And he said no.

Of course. He wouldn't have owned up to it earlier, either.

But the 2001 lot were all deported.

-Bangladesh, mostly.

-Of course - the voice!

Why he didn't talk.

If the rapist is Bangladeshi, it's going to be a dead giveaway.

Every time he opens his mouth.

If a cleaner raped Helen Vestry, they must have got back into the country again.

-Well, it's not possible.

-Of course it is.

-They all had fake ID. Illegals come back all the time.

-No.

I mean when they were deported in '01,

then they would have had their DNA and their prints taken then.

We'd have already had a match.

Unless it was someone who stopped working for Close between '99 and 2001.

In which case he'll still be running around,

-untested for DNA.

-Then we're buggered.

-It'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

-Colin Pitchfork.

Hm?

Oh, every time I hear that expression, "Needle in a haystack",

I think Haystack - Pitchfork.

Of course, Colin Pitchfork.

The first man to be arrested and sentenced for murder by DNA screening.

Absolutely right!

January 1988.

You see, they said that case was hopeless.

But then they brought in DNA, they tested 5,000 men and they got him.

No matter how bad it looks,

-it's never hopeless.

-Thank you, Mary Poppins.

Just get us a pint, will you?

I asked at the station. They said you'd be in here.

-Is this where you do most of your work?

-The best of it, yeah.

Arun Kumar. Nisha's brother.

-Fancy a drink?

-No, I don't drink.

-That's all right, neither does he.

Got something to say?

There you go.

My sister.

You're absolutely sure she wasn't raped?

Positive.

100%?

We thought...

We were afraid that she hanged herself because she had been raped.

What with what we read in the papers.

How was she in the time before she died?

She was crying all the time.

We didn't understand. She'd been so happy.

-Yeah, that's what everyone says about her.

-No, no.

She was even happier than normal, because she'd met someone.

You mean a man?

She told my parents he was really nice,

a really lovely bloke, you know.

My parents were quite pleased, I think.

-Who was he?

-I don't know.

But he must have been someone at the factory.

Have you got a name?

The man who was seeing her, I mean.

This "really lovely bloke"?

You don't believe me.

OK. Tell me...

where do I go?

To take the DNA test?

-Morning.

-Morning.

-It certainly is.

Why are you so cheerful?

Brainiac has got some good news.

Good. Care to enlighten me?

Having re-examined samples from the finger,

it's clear that, while male, it's previous owner is not the rapist.

-By the same token, it is almost certainly not Turkish.

-Not?

I thought you'd be delighted.

-Turkish delighted.

-Anything else?

Having isolated his DNA, cluster sampling models

place his likely point of origin some way to the east,

-on the Indian subcontinent. Probably...

-Bangladesh.

Yes, very good.

But that is not the interesting part.

-Care to hear the rest?

-Knock yourself out.

I've isolated a second DNA sample from a particle of blood

between the fingernail and the epithelium,

-belonging to another man. And...

-You know his likely point of origin?

Better than that. I know who he is.

-What?!

-Not the finger owner.

The man from under the fingernail.

-He's in the national DNA database.

-Who is he?

So, Mick, can you tell us again about the punch-up you had in 2002?

Outside the Bell pub in Ealing.

What about it? I got off, remember?

Yeah, but you were arrested. So your DNA was taken.

Yeah. So what?

Can you tell me why that same DNA,

yours, was discovered under the nail of a severed finger

that turned up in a bar of Nudger in 2000?

No. No idea.

Perhaps you've some idea about who the finger belonged to?

-No.

-I don't believe you.

I don't believe this.

Interview suspended at 11.22am.

Oooh. You've upset her now.

Eileen, thank you so much for coming in,

I know this is very hard for you.

But let me start by saying that you're free to leave at any time.

What is it you wanted to know?

Mick Shaw. You had an affair with him.

-Yeah.

-He must have been very upset after what happened to you?

-Yeah.

-Not least because had he turned up on the night of the attack

like he was supposed to have done,

you probably wouldn't have been raped at all.

Eileen...

there is a sample of Mick's DNA under the nail of the finger

that was found in a Nudger bar a year after you were raped.

-What?

-We think that the finger belongs to a man from Bangladesh.

How do you think that might have happened?

I...I don't know.

Do you remember what you said

when you found out the rapist had struck again last year?

You said "I can't believe he's still around. It's impossible."

Now at first, I thought you said that because you were afraid.

But what you really meant was you couldn't believe he was still alive.

I, I want to go now.

Nisha... You and she were best friends, weren't you?

Why did she kill herself?

I don't know.

She had a boyfriend, didn't she?

A boy she really liked. A boy that she'd fallen in love with.

Where is he?

What happened to him, Eileen?

He wasn't very nice.

-Nice?

-This...cleaner.

He was really creepy.

Nisha thought the sun shone out of his arse, but it didn't.

I told her. I warned her.

Shakib's only after one thing.

-Shakib?

-Yeah, um, oh...

I used to see him staring at me, watching me.

I even saw his boss tell him off.

And, and, and then when Jean got raped I knew who it was,

but I didn't say anything.

I should have. And then maybe I wouldn't have been...

Did you tell Nisha that was what had happened?

No. You told Mick.

He said... He said not to worry any more

and that he'd taken care of him.

And what do you think he meant by that?

Mick said everything was going to be OK

and that this guy would, um, never,

never ever rape anyone again.

But he didn't rape anyone, Eileen.

I am afraid that you got it wrong.

What? What?!

Looks a bit edgy to me to me.

-Yeah.

-Nervous.

Ha! He's a smoker.

He's desperate for a cigarette.

Ah, yes. Of course.

Right now, he'd sell his mum for a smoke.

That's all you had to do in the old days,

before they outlawed it, of course.

Bide your time. Rack up the tension and then light a cigarette.

Blow smoke all over them.

They'd be crawling up the wall

and then you'd just offer them a cigarette and Bob's your uncle.

Those were the days. Remember?

TAPE RECORDER BUZZES

Interview recommenced at 11.34am. Same persons present.

-Mr Shaw, you do still understand you're still under caution?

-Yeah.

So, Michael - you don't mind if I call you Michael?

You killed the wrong man.

What you talking about?

The finger's DNA doesn't match that of the man who raped Eileen,

or Jean Saunders, or the woman last year

and DNA doesn't lie.

-Shakib.

-I don't know what you're going on about.

The contract cleaner. The illegal immigrant.

Nisha's boyfriend.

You see, Eileen told us. How she told you

that he was the man that raped her

and how you killed him.

Which is worse, Mick - knowing that you killed the wrong man?

Or knowing you got it wrong cos of her?

Must be very hard to take.

Doing life for a mistake.

No.

No, she... No. No!

No, she said it was Shakib! She said Shakib raped her.

Who needs cigarettes?

-EILEEN:

-"Mick said everything was going to be OK

"and that this guy would, um, never, never ever rape anyone again."

He attacked Shakib on the shop-floor

after the production line had closed down for the night.

Shakib fell against the start button of the conveyor belt.

The machine trapped his arm and severed his finger.

During which time, Shaw beat him to death with a wrench.

He then took the body away in a plastic bag in his van,

weighted it down and dumped it in a gravel pit

-where he used to go fishing.

-Nice.

So he must've known that Shakib didn't take the test.

And when everybody else proved negative after they tested for DNA,

it just convinced him that what Eileen had said was true.

What am I going to tell Strickland?

We're supposed to be hunting a rapist

and we've ended up solving a murder that no-one knew had happened.

-Mick and Eileen knew.

-Shit!

WHIRRING

"Really creepy..."

WHIRRING

"I even saw his boss tell him off

"and, and, and then when Jean got raped, I..."

"I even saw his boss tell him off."

Alex Close was his boss

and Close told me he'd never set foot inside the factory.

But Close was tested and his DNA was negative, wasn't it?

Colin Pitchfork.

He didn't do a sample at the start, he got his mate to do it

and they only caught him because his mate was boasting

that Pitchfork paid him £200 to take the test and pretend to be him.

That's right, he did.

And Close told me he could get his employees to do anything

and I believe him, because they're terrified of him.

-What about the bakery?

-Well, if I'm right, he must have been there too.

Helen?

Helen, do you recognise him?

He's, er,

he's Scottish.

He came in to the shop about, um,

18 months ago. To see about the, er, the cleaning.

-To try and get the cleaning contract.

-Right.

-He didn't get it.

But, um, the thing was he then came in two or three times,

as a customer.

He used to buy, um...

a pasty. It was, it was always the same thing.

A pasty.

Fond of those, are you?

Aye, my little weakness.

No, I don't think that's your weakness, Mr Close.

-Who's this, your care worker?

-Detective Superintendent Pullman.

I'd just like to ask you a few more questions. Final questions.

You must lead boring lives.

I want to know if you recall a young Bangladeshi man

who worked as a cleaner at the Pyramid Chocolate factory.

-Name of Shakib?

-I've told you...

This man, you would remember - he failed to turn up for work one day.

In fact, he disappeared during the night shift at Pyramid.

No.

Right. So would you mind telling me

-where you've been for the last nine years?

-Here and there.

Where were you after your previous firm went bust?

Poland. Most of the time.

Right. So if I were to send a sample of your DNA to the Polish police,

that would be OK with you, would it?

-Sure.

-No, I'm sorry, I didn't make myself clear.

-Not the old sample. A new one.

-No, I've already given a DNA sample.

Now that's where we have a bit of a problem, Mr Close,

-because we don't think you have.

-Er, yes,

I was tested, along with my workmen.

No. In 1999, you sent someone along to pretend to be you.

Someone with your ID and they took the test.

You see, the rapist we're looking for never spoke,

so at first we assumed he was an Asian

and his voice would give him away.

It never occurred to us that he could have been Scots.

Is this what the Met get up to now, eh?

Is this what you build your cases on? This is a load of shite.

This man raped two women in 1999 and he's since raped again, Mr Close.

If you were so happy to help back then by giving a DNA sample,

what possible reason could you have for not doing so now?

Now, then, Mr Close, you're sweating.

-That mine?

-Bought with you in mind.

-Thank you.

Did you speak to him? Strickland?

-It was a bad line. I had to make it brief.

-Lucky you.

What'd he say?

-He was surprised.

-Bloody cheek.

He asked me, "What cracked the case?"

-I said, "Colin Pitchfork." He said, "Who?"

-Unbelievable.

-That's modern policing for you.

-Where's Gerry?

Outside.

Said he wanted a bit of fresh air.

Gerry's never wanted fresh air in his life.

I bloody knew it!

Look, I did try giving up, honestly.

Anyway, I never said I was going to stop smoking.

I said I was going to stop smoking cigarettes.

Your lungs.

Yeah, but I felt so ill, honestly. I couldn't bear it!

Bear it!

# Oh, the end of me old cigar Tra-la tra-la tra-la...

-BOTH:

-# Everybody knows me by the end of me old cigar. #

THEY LAUGH

# It's all right, it's OK

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

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

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

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

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

# You're getting to the end of the day. #

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