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# Looking out from my lonely room
# Day after day
# Bring it home, baby
# Make it soon
# I give my love to you. #
They've still got it, haven't they?Who?
Badfinger.
You do know it's a cover band,right?
I was wondering.LAUGHTER
Hey, er, I seen Micky Pottsthe other day.
Oh, yeah? Yeah, he says CID arelooking at Llandarcy again.
Who at CID?
New boss.
Jackie Roberts, as in Jackelyn.
Have they got new evidenceor something?
I don't know.
Well, has it been assigned yet?
Should've kept my mouth shut,shouldn't I?
Oh, ta. Cheers.
SEAGULLS SQUAWK
MUSIC: Babylonby David Gray
Thought these might come in handy.
Life-saver.
PAUL GROANS
Thanks, love.
Wish me luck in the Wild West.
Wild North-West.
What?
I knew you'd forget.
The match.
Neath Rugby Club.
You hate rugby!
That is not true.That is an untruth.
Name three members ofthe national team.
Er, Barry John.
Two to go.
All right, it's a schmooze.
A long, boring but essentialschmooze
if I'm going to climbthe greasy pole.
What time does it start tonight?Er, be ready by seven.
Here, why don't you get yourselfsomething, eh?
Don't be late!
Don't be late yourself!
ON RADIO: Hello, my friends.Saturday morning is here.
Five minutes to ten, it's sunny,
and this is Stuart with you liveand ready to start your day.
# There she stood in the street
# Smiling from her head to her feet
# I said, hey, what is this?
# Now, baby, maybe she's in needof a kiss
# I said, hey, what's your name,baby?
# Maybe we can see things the same
# Now don't you waitor hesitate... #
MUSIC WARPS
HORN BEEPS
# All right now
# Baby, it's all right now
# All right now
# Baby, it's all right now... #
PHONE RINGS
What do you want for your tea,Geraldine?
Something quick. We're going out.
Quick's not a food I've everheard of. Have you, Sita?
No, Mrs H, I can't say I have.
What about your favourite?Fish fingers?
Mam! You can't go out onan empty stomach!
You tell her, Mrs H. You tell her.
What I'm saying, Ma'am,
is if you're looking atthe Llandarcy murders,
well, nobody knows the case like me.
Plus, I'm not exactly overworked
and my boss will second mein a heartbeat.
That's not much of a recommendation,is it?
No, seriously, the bottom line isI'd like in, Ma'am.
Look, I don't deny we're lookingat it again
and so far it hasn't been assigned.
Truth is, it's the scientistswho are pushing it.
Based on new evidence?
Yes. DNA.
He's not in the system, is he?
And does the DNA prove that Sandra'skiller was the same man
that killed the other two?I can't divulge that.
Ma'am, you can trust me...
And nor will I until I assignthe case.
Ahem.
And it's Boss or Jackie,
not Ma'am.
You were CID here at the time?
Very junior.
But, er, one of the good guys.
Look...
Oh, Paul.Paul.
I'm still getting my feet underthe table, and I'll be frank,
I'm more into fresh starts thanraking over past mistakes.
Oh, sure, I understand that,but DNA is DNA.
I hadn't finished.
I did not get where I am by takingthe easy path.
So if there's a snowflake's chancewe can bring this man
to justice, rest assured I willgive it my best shot.
Thanks for coming in and stakingyour claim so fulsomely, Paul.
Thank you, Ma'am.Er, Boss.
Oh, and, er, thank youfor your time.
CHEERING
Hey-hey! There he is!Go on, Phil boy!
Size isn't everything!
Fucking boring, innit? Rugby?
Not sure this is the gameat its finest, Boss.
You can't fool me, Paul.
TONY SIGHS
Poor Sandra.
If only she'd got killedin Port Talbot,
she'd have a real detectiveinvestigating her case
with a chance of a result.
Not fucking funny, Tony.
The truth hurts, mate.
Look, we know who it was and we'regoing to nail the bastard.
Oh, yeah? Biding your time, are you?Waiting for your optimum moment?
It's been three months, boys.
Fuck this.
Let's even the odds!
So, you think you've foundsomeone for Sandra?
Oh, he's good, isn't he?
He's very good. Silky.
Well? Do you?
Come on, boys.
Sandra's boyfriend.
He's married, he's got form and hewas this close to cracking
when we sweated him.
What happened? Fucking solicitorpulled the plug.
OK.
So this bloke was seeing herbehind his wife's back?
You must have more than that?
You know what I'm thinking, Si?
Solicitors don't work on Saturdays.
And the ones that do are toughto get hold of. Mm.
What do you say, Paul? Want to meetour prime suspect?
Sure.
Price of admission.
Right, let's have some fun.
You coming?
What's this? John, meet ourcolleague from Port Talbot.
He wanted to make your acquaintance,didn't you, Paul?
Hop in the car, John.
Don't make us cuff you in frontof the street. All right.
I'll get my coat.
Yes, good. Well-timed.
Good stuff. And again, then.Let's see you.
Phil!
Keep going, I want to see 'em.
All right? Doing your bitfor the community?
How's it going, Paul? All right?
Yeah, can't complain. You?
Oh, hanging in there, you know.
Listen, Phil, I've been talkingto the new boss.
She wants to take a look atthe Llandarcy murders.
Huh?
Yeah, I know.
Why?There's new evidence.
Including DNA.
Bring it! Go on, then!Bloody hell! Oi!
Fucking pack it in! Gethin!
PAUL CHUCKLES
You know what I'm going to ask.
Sorry, mate.
Too many ghosts, too painful.
Yeah, but ghosts need to be laidto rest, don't they?
Plus DNA's not all it's crackedup to be, is it?
Says who? They had DNA onthe Lambert murder.
Couldn't solve it, could they?
Nah.
Sandra should've been linked to theLlandarcy murders from day one.
You of all people knowbetter than anyone,
that's where the rot started.
Flattery will get you nowhere.
Where are you basing yourself?
Well,
we haven't had the officialgreen light yet, but, er...
Getting ahead of yourself as usual?
PAUL CHUCKLES
I need this, Phil.
We both do.
And so do those rape victims.
Including your friend, Jane.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
I'm pleased she's moved on. I am.
But, er, how real is it?
A husband and two kids real.OK, good.
But when she's in Tescobuying their tea,
bloke in front of her might be him.
Bloke behind the till.
How can she be free of anythingwhile he's still out there,
unpunished?
Unless he's dead.
He's not dead.
You been here before, John?
No.Well, you have now.
This is...Save it, John.
Just point out where for our guest.
The very spot, if you please.
No, this is bullshit!Easy now!
I am not confessing to somethingthat I didn't do.
We're not after a confession, John.
Just need you to confirm the facts.
You had glass on your jeans.
Sandra had glass on her skirtand tights.
We did it in the scrapyard.
The old van with broken windows...You dirty bastard...
And then there was blood.It was glass from the window!
She had her period! How many times?!At least once more!
Where was she left?
Sandra? Where was she left?
Down there.
Fucking middle of nowhere.By design.
You could take your time.And no-one could hear her scream.
I don't own a car.
I can't drive a car.
So how did I get her down here?
Magic carpet?
And there we were about tooffer you a lift home
to the door.
Let's go, Paul.
What?We're just leaving him here?
You got a problem with that?
Let's go!
Hey!
LAUGHTER
PAUL SIGHS
DOOR BANGS
What's this?
Good behaviour?
I wouldn't go that far.
Slow day, you know?
Right.
I'll, er, put the kettle on.
Slow down.
We're coming up on Sandra's house.
That's her mother, Pat.
And her dad?
Stepdad. Dai Williams.
Did you look at him?
Alibi.
Out driving his taxi that night.
BELL RINGS
All right, girls? You miss workinghere, Pauline?
Don't be daft. What is thereto miss?
Let her answer!
Not really.
There you go. She always wantedto work in a clothes shop.
I mean, I miss you two.
Having a laugh.
Bit up themselves at the shop,are they?
Not really.
Just...
..different, you know?
What about that dress in the window?
The turquoise one?
You said you'd get me a discount.
She said maybe she'd get youa discount.
I thought you weren't allowed out?
I'll sneak off just as GenerationGame starts.
SITA SIGHSFace the music tomorrow.
They're doing my bloody head inat the moment.
It's that girl from Neath.
Sandra something.
What girl?
The one who got murdered.
Dad won't shut up about it.
Murdered? I...
..never heard about that.
You probably just forgot.
It was ages ago.
People are always gettingmurdered in Neath.
They are not, Geraldine...
Come on!
Busy?
Well, I, er...
I didn't want to jinx it, OK,by telling you.
Jinx what?
They might be reopening the case.
They might ask me to workon it again.
There's a lot of "mights".
And you honestly thought I'dbe averse to the idea?
We share everything now, OK?
That's the rules.
Well, that's if they give itto me.
Of course they'll bloodygive it to you.
HORN HONKS
You were the one who saidto be ready by seven.
I couldn't get Warrenout of the bar.
Come.HORN HONKS
Cheers.
You ready, Mrs Bethell?
Yes.
# Baby, if you just say you care
# Follow you most anywhere
# Roll away the stoneRoll away the stone
# And in the darkest night
# I'll keep you safe and all right
# Roll away the stoneRoll away the stone
# Won't you roll away the stone?
# Why be cold and so alone?
# Won't you roll away the stone... #LAUGHTER
Lovely.
Thank you!
Everything all right?
Yeah.
You're a bloody awful liar, you are.
Go on inside.
Don't leave me with them all night.
Promise. Just let me talk to Phil
and I'll come and save you,all right?
Hiya, ladies, how are you?Looking good.
Er, G&T?Yes, please.
All right. Bye.
Hi.
Where the fuck did you get to?
I had to get a lift with Phil!
Me, in a Reliant Robin,
with Neath CID fucking pissingthemselves.
Sorry, boss.
Large scotch, darling -one for yourself.
Thanks for cheering us on!
You win, then?Don't pretend you care.
PAUL LAUGHSI won't!
Look, Phil, I...
I did something stupid.
Really fucking stupid.
LAUGHTER
Barman's got his eyes on you,Pauline.
No, he doesn't! She's young enoughto be your daughter! Geraldine!
Are you trying to get usthrown out?
We'll have one more in here and thenget the bus to Swansea.
Hey, if we're not drinking drinking,let's just get the bus now.
If you want to get sloshed,don't let us stop you.
How about we stop here for the nightand forget Swansea?
Oi, you!
Oh, shit...You! Out!
What've I said about hangingaround in pubs?
We're not drinking or anything...I'm not talking to you!
What the hell are you wearing?
They're not looking at localsex offenders,
they're not even lookingat her stepfather
who was out in his taxi the nightshe was killed.
And they're not looking at a DC fromPort Talbot to solve it, either.
Well, they wanted my opinionthis afternoon,
let me tell you. Or just an unpaiddriver who'd keep his mouth shut.
Point being, Morgan can't drive.
How does he dump Sandra at thecolliery without a car?
It's not our case, Paul.Look, you know me.
I do know you. I don't careabout the messenger
as long as the messagegets delivered.
If they're focused onthis Morgan bloke,
the killer gets a free pass.
So plenty of time to finda new victim.
Hello, girls.
Evening, Mr Watkins.
I was saying to my wife,it's warm for September,
but the nights'll draw inall the same...
Bye, Mr Watkins.
Have a good night.
APPLAUSE
You should talk to Chris Wynnemaybe.
Why? He was seconded to Neatha while back.
He might know something.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,wait, wait...
Come on, Pauline, let's go!I can't find my keys, Geraldine!
It was an ongoing case whenI was up in Neath.
Three or four rapes, as I recall.
They catch the bloke?
No. But with Griffiths in charge,I'm not surprised.
So, potentially, the rapist couldbe Sandra's killer?
Moving up through the gears,so to speak?
He's not fucking talking shop again,is he? Can't take him anywhere!
Sabrina says you're neglecting her.
Karina.# Karina. #
I'll tell you something I do know.
Look upon that face.
Look in those eyes.
Clever. Misses nothing.
Chief Inspector by 40, I reckon.
Oh...
ON TV: Enter Tony Blair, arriving inBlackpool today
where trade union leaders are askingfor exactly the same,
proof that war against Iraqis justified.
We say, before you contemplateany war anywhere,
show the people the evidence.
Show the people the evidence.
Sandra didn't know them, did she?
Pauline and Geraldine?
No.
We looked and looked for a linkbetween them.
You know, club, pub.
Nothing.
Are you still sure there was a link?
They were killed by the same man,there's no question.
PHONE RINGS
Paul Bethell.Paul, Jackie Roberts.
Late for a bloody dinner,so I'll be brief.
Yes, boss.
The Llandarcy job is yours.
In answer to your earlier question,
attempts to link Sandra Newton toGeraldine and Pauline via DNA
are inconclusive but ongoing.
Right, I understand.
Good. I need to go.
Thank you.
And thank you for trusting mewith this.
O ye of little faith.
HORN HONKS
ON TV: That programme will beshown again on Thursday
at three o'clock on BBC Two.
Well, it's now just 17 minutespast midnight,
time on BBC One for us to wish youa very goodnight.
Goodnight.
INDISTINCT SPEECH
CHORAL SINGING
PHONE RINGS
RINGING CONTINUES
Ahem.
Bethell house?It's a bad one, Paul.
We need you in.
Boss?All hands on deck.
Llandarcy woods, off theSwansea road.
All right, I'll be there now.
Just round the corner, up the topof the hill there.
Denver!
She's not here.
Well, they must've stoppedat Pauline's.
DOGS BARK
Local farmer made the discovery.
Walter Watkins.
Admits knowing the girls.
He saw them last nightat the bus stop.
Girls?
Looks like she ran for the road.
Almost made it, too.
Tripped on a bramble.
RUSTLING
Whoa! What are you doing, son?!
Bloke says his daughter'smissing, sir. Stop there!
Hang on! Stop there, please, sir!
Oh! Oh! Oh!Come on, come on.
No! No!
No!
No...!
Want me to, er, come inwith you, sir?
No.
No, thanks.
What's your name?
Er, DC Bethell.
Paul.
Thank you, Paul.
PHIL: Of all the places!
Tell me about it.
So we've got the killer's DNA,and that's it?
More or less.
And he's not on the database?They're sure of that?
We're building our own database.
Swabbing men who lived locallyin '73
aged between 16 and 50.
16 and 50?
That's a lot of shoe leather!
Yeah, it is.
Welcome home.
Hello?
So, how big's our team?
Just the three of us for now.
What?!
You said low double figures!
What can I tell you?I don't know, Paul,
but three is sevenshort of double figures.
I asked for 12, I got two.
No, sorry.
You assured me thiswould be properly staffed.
And I signed up on that basis.
Hello?
Geraint! In here.
Hey, Geraint, Phil. Phil, Geraint.
Good to meet you, Phil.
Yeah. Likewise.
I thought this place shut years ago.
It's an evidence store now.
I see.
Rolling out the red carpet,are they?
OK, if I grab a coffee, boss?
Erm, later.
Er, I want to get started first.
You serious?
I've only had a sip, man.
PHONE RINGS
TV: LLandarcy today is avillage haunted by fear.
Fear that a maniac stranglerwho's already struck twice
could strike again.
It's a place where housewivesdouble-check their door locks at
night and where young girls arewarned to stay indoors.
Killed within yards of each other,
sustaining head woundsand strangulation...
Whoa. A proper incident room.
And we ain't goinghome till we get him.
Warren said the postmortem wasinteresting... Yeah?
Have we got thebastard's dabs? Nope.
They found grass andmud on their feet.
Under their tights.
These two?
So? So they got dressedafter he raped them.
He let them get dressed.
What does that prove? I don't know.
Maybe he didn't mean to killthem but changed his mind, or...
..lost control andGeraldine ran for it.
Hey, Paul. Paul.
Where do you think you're going?Scratching an itch.
Well, scratch it later.We've got a team briefing at two.
Big boss is coming down.
KNOCKING
What do you want?Just a minute of your time, John.
No, thanks.
Took me over an hourto walk home last time.
That was Owen and Griffiths.You were driving the fucking car!
You going to let me in or what?
What time did the film start?
Er, 9:30.
Ten.
It started at ten.
That's late.
It was like a special showing.
You can check with the cinema.
What was the name of the film?
Er, The Exorcist.
Any good?
Yeah, not bad.
I mean, it's a bit slowto begin with but, erm...
Er, sorry. What's this in aid of?
Let's say it's...in your interests
to provide an alibi foryour movements last night.
The two girls from LLandarcy?
Oh, fuck off.
He's trying to help, John.
You think the man who killed themis the same one who killed S-Sandra.
I think there's a chance, yeah.
Julie Stone.
She's an usherette at the cinema.
I know her a bit. We werein a typing pool together.
And she saw you last night?
Talked to us.
On the way in and out.
You're a lucky man, John.
Some of you may have heard thatwe're being aided and abetted
by Scotland Yard.
Like all the best stories,it's half-true.
The Yard did offer to send someonedown to show us how it's done,
but that offer was robustly,if politely, declined.
Hear, hear. Right.
Eyewitnesses, eyewitnesses,eyewitnesses.
And did I say...
..eye...
..witnesses.
House-to-house is ongoing,
we're working throughthe local taxi drivers,
and the hotline's up and running.
Good. What else?
Fair few sightings of the girlsleaving the Top Rank on Kingsway.
Two more sightings on Fabian Way,heading east to Port Talbot.
Any local sex pests standingout from the crowd?
No, Gov.
MURMURED DECLINES
I think we should considera Neath connection, sir.
Neath?
A John Morgan's in the frame for themurder of a young girl up there.
Sandra Newton.
Someone mentioned herat the start of the meeting,
and I warned againstgetting side-tracked.
If you'd been here on time,you'd know that.
PHONE RINGS
Stymied again.
Sorry, sir.
Point is, Morgan's alibichecks out for last night.
Point is, not our case, Bethell!
But if one bloke killed all three,he could well come from Neath.
Key word there being "if".
This is a double murder, and thereis no room for idle speculation.
All our focus, and I mean all,
stays on Geraldine and Pauline.
Clear?
Yes, sir.
Taxi driver spotted two girls in alight-coloured Austin 1100 or 1300.
Where? Parked in a lay-by roughlyhere between 1.45 and 2.15am.
Now that's a lead.
Ta.
Why wasn't Sandra linked to theLLandarcy killings at the time?
Given the proximity?
The sexual nature ofSandra's murder was dismissed
because there wasno evidence of rape.
But they found semen on her?
Explained away byMorgan having sex with her
on the night she was murdered.
There was no forensics to provemore than one source of semen
and no vaginal injuries,
so they dismissed it asan extramarital affair.
So cos this girlwas sexually active,
they took rape offthe table, basically.
Basically.
Which was problematic, becauseGeraldine and Pauline's murders
were treated as sexuallymotivated from day one.
A link should've beenmade right there. Yeah.
They were looking for a serialkiller, they just didn't know it.
Or they didn't want to know.
Depends howcharitable you want to be.
You said our budget will limithow many men we can swab?
500 max, so we have to be selective.
No point swabbing blokes not livinglocally at the time of the murders.
Or too young to have committed them.We have to get our man in focus.
What kind of bloke was he?
What age? Possible job?Did he live in Neath?
That would fit with Sandrabeing his first time he killed.
He took what he saw every day.
Then he moves further afield.
Don't shit where you eat.
So everyone on our listhas to be a contender.
I'll make a start on the database.
Thanks, Geraint.
If we're tracking backto when he got started,
how he got started,we need to be asking...
If he raped those girls inNeath before he became a killer?
A lot of evidence suggests he did.
And there's a lot says he didn't.
That's true.
But if he did...
..we have potential witnesses.
Victims, Paul, they're victims.
But at the leastit could yield an e-fit.
Question I'm asking is,why are we doing this?
Honestly?Well, it's to find the truth.
To get...
..not closure,but the next best thing.
For us or the victims?
The victims.
And if we fail?
If all we do is upend their lives
and rip off the scabs thathave helped them carry on,
where's your closure then?
Look, we're taking a risk.
All right, it's a big one.
Good to hear you acknowledge that.
Look, Phil, right,we have to look at the rapes.
We have to.
And that includes your friend Jane.
I'll order down theevidence as a first step.
Anything actionable,we move on to step two.
Fair?
Fair.
Thank you.
These sexual assaults,
they predated Sandra's murder, then?
That's right, yeah.
Want a hand going through them?
Er, no, it's OK, thanks.
Suit yourself.
Do I know everythingthere is to know here?
Far from it.
OK. Fair enough.
But if we're going tobe any kind of team...
Yeah, er...
Late '72, early '73,
there was a series of rapes.
One of the victims, Jane,
she, er...
Well, she grew up on my street.
She was 16, but she didn'tcome forward for five years.
That explains a few things.
Neath's a small place.
When Sandra was killed,
you'd think it'd be linked to therapes straight away, but, erm...
But prevailing wisdom says a certainJohn Dilwyn Morgan was to blame.
Yeah.
And now?
Now I'm keeping an open mind.
I'm sorry about your friend.
BELL RINGS
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
All right?
Just spoke to Jane.
She's expecting us tomorrow morning.
Have you found something?
December '72, hitchhiker Susan Ferry
was picked up outsideNeath by a man who tied her
with a ligature and raped her.
Said her attacker had bushyhair and stank of tobacco.
That's exactly how Jane describedthe man who attacked her.
Right, this ligature's tiedwith a granny knot. Mm-hm.
The same knot thatwas used on Pauline.
We tried to link the murdersto the Neath rapes before.
Jurisdictional cock-up.
Susan was picked up in Neath
but assaulted in a parkin Llangyfelach,
so Swansea got the case.
So it wasn't linked to theNeath rapes?
Not at the time, no.
Right, so maybe we should speak toSusan Ferry before we speak to Jane?
I wish we could.She died in a car crash in 1979.
This is Paul. This is Jane.
People say, "I remember my weddingor my first day of school
"like it was yesterday."
Well, I really do rememberthat night like it was yesterday.
He must've lain in wait for me...
..in the trees.
The first thing I feltwas my hair being pulled.
And I mean hard,like he was going to pull it out.
Then he was grabbing meand punching me.
He said,"Don't scream or I'll kill you.
"And don't struggle."
He got me down to the ground.
And he tied a rope around my neck.
He was really quietwhen he did that,
like he was concentrating.
I could feel it justdigging into my throat.
Then he asked me if I was a virgin.
I was.
I didn't tell him that, though.
I-I didn't say anything.I was too scared.
Then he raped me.
I know it sounds weird,
but my strongestmemory is of his smell.
He stank of tobacco.I mean, reeked of it.
For years, that smellwould set me off.
I'd walk into a smoky pub,and I'd just start bawling.
It got so bad,my mam gave up smoking.
We used to joke at leastsome good had come of it.
Afterwards...
..afterwards, he stood upwhile I lay there shivering.
I could see a shape.
He was touching himself...
He said,"Don't open your eyes, girl.
"I'm going to have this cigarette
"and think about whetherI'm going to kill you."
Was that the lastthing he said to you?
No, he told me to get dressed.
And that's when I knewhe wasn't going to kill me.
Jane, you said that youremember it like it was yesterday.
Would you be prepared tosit with a police artist
and tell them as much as you can
about the man that attacked you?
Jane, if there's anythingyou don't... Of course I would.
We're pretty certain he'sbeing shielded by someone.
Could be a woman, could be arelative or someone close to him.
That Sunday morning,his shoes must have been muddy,
his clothing couldhave been blood-stained.
This man is sick andneeds medical attention.
He could kill again..
..unless we can get him to a doctor.
Let the police know about him...
..before he kills again.
We will look after him,you have my word.
PHONE RINGS
Hello, Colin.
Yeah, I'm sorry to call so late,
but we've had theresults back on the DNA,
and I thought you'd wantto hear as soon as possible.
You thought right.
Comparative mitochondrialtesting has shown a compelling link
between Sandra Newtonand Geraldine and Pauline.
All three werekilled by the same man.
You are dealing with a serial killer
and all that comes with that.
Paul?
Yeah, I'm still here.