Waking the Dead (2000) s02e02 Episode Script
Life Sentence: Part 2
What have you got? Well, only one other person apart from you and Grace handled the contents.
The same person sealed it and wrote the note.
She's right-handed.
She's scared.
Her handwriting tells us she's not very well educated.
Look she almost wrote standed for standard, and then she corrected it.
Could have been corrected by someone else.
Definitely a woman? Her DNA says so.
The woman in the photo? Boyd, just be satisfied with "She's a woman.
" Someone must be missing her.
You'd hope so.
I need the report on the missing persons database.
I don't think that's going to help.
Look at her.
Who's gonna miss her? She's from the abyss.
From the underclass.
These are Thomas Rice's victims.
Prostitute, prostitute, unemployed factory worker, drug addict, prostitute The only one who survived, the only one whose name we can even remember is Clare Delaney.
Now, why? She's different.
She is different.
She's got class, she's educated, articulate.
She has status.
She's got status, Spence.
High-status women are a great prize to narcissistic men.
That's why he didn't kill her.
This poor girl has no status.
She's in terrible trouble.
OK, everybody, I've got a name.
Maya Wilson.
Probation Officer reported her missing four days ago.
She's an 18-year-old prostitute.
She's on the National DNA Database, Mel.
Now we've got a name and a face.
Yeah, here we go.
Arrested for possession of class A drug with intent to supply.
She got 18 months, first offence.
She served six, got out three weeks ago.
Nice one, Frankie.
"Publish your card in Thursday's Standard, Boyd.
Cut the pack, save the girl.
" I'll ask him to phone me.
That sounds so like Thomas Rice.
Sounds like - but he's in the nick! Yeah, but he could have sent it out as an instruction.
How? Via a prisoner who'd been released? It has to be ongoing contact.
He has visitors.
Lawyers, prison officers? I got these visiting order coupons.
Cheers.
An Open University tutor a 60-year-old woman academic.
A Mr Phil Bryant, retired engineer, aged 75.
Says here "family friend" andwhoa! Dr Clare Delaney.
Really? When? Two days ago.
One and only visit.
Well done, Mel! Want me to talk to her? No, I'll talk to her.
Anything else, Frankie? Yes.
The envelope was made by a firm in Manchester, national distribution.
Instant camera film made six months ago, sold from this London address.
Check any closed circuit, Spence.
How will we recognise Thomas's partner? Only he can tell us that.
He won't want to speak to me again.
Bring him here! He won't like that.
Do I care? Just get him here, under arrest if necessary.
OK.
Dr Wharton? Oh, hi.
You must be Dermot.
I must be.
And this is Thomas's stuff.
Yeah.
His whole cell.
Except the bed.
Great.
Where's my friend Mel? Busy.
I came specifically to talk to Mel.
You will, in good time.
We found Valerie's body where you said we would.
We're very impressed by this display of good faith on your part.
Did I set out to impress you? What did you set out to do? What's right, of course.
Do the right thing.
That's what my spiritual advisor tells me.
Does he? So does my Lord.
I'd like to talk to you about Valerie.
No questions.
You've got the body.
That's all I agreed to.
I'd like to ask you what was different about her.
Your other cases all had common features.
The cards, the contact with the police.
The way you led them along Outwitting Eddie Dixon Leaving the bodies where we could find them.
Sleeping, actually.
I left them sleeping.
Oh.
Oh, is that what it was? Valerie was so different.
Just dumped in a grave.
She wasn't dumped anywhere.
She was buried very carefully and respectfully.
I couldn't help wondering how different it was, you know, there were no cards.
No games with the police.
I decided to do those later, as my offending behaviour progressed.
It just makes me wonder if you werereally there at all.
Yes.
Really? Otherwise, how would I know all that detail? Do you know, that's what I was wondering.
I've been thinking about another woman - Alana Try.
She was young, pretty, dark, disappeared in 1986.
I've been in prison seven years and no-one's ever asked me about Valerie until you turned up.
No-one asked me about Alana Try, either.
Well, tell me.
Get Mel to ask me.
Mel's busy.
Tell ME.
Is it urgent, then? I think it's urgent that I talk to you about Alana Try.
And I have to ask myself why is it so urgent? I'll tell you.
Save time.
You want to know if I had a partner.
I do.
But that's for me to know and you to find out.
It's better to bring these things out in the open.
You've been helpful over the disappearance of Valerie.
I'd like to talk about how much that must have cost you, but now I'd like to talk about this partner.
It's urgent.
Third time - it's urgent, Grace.
There can only be one reason for it being so urgent.
Someone is doing it again.
Have they used cards, like me? Come on, Grace.
I think you should tell me all about this urgent problem of yours.
Maybe I can help you.
I've had enough of him pissing us about.
He didn't know anything.
I don't believe that.
Oh.
What are you gonna do? Throw him up against the wall? I'd love to.
Put him back in prison.
See who he contacts.
We've given him some earth-shattering information.
He'll need to contact his partner, see what the bloody hell's going on! He will lead us to the partner.
And to Maya? Well, let's hope so.
Find anything? No cigarettes.
So, why does he have a lighter? Doesn't necessarily mean anything.
Prison isn't like the outside world.
Lighters, phonecards, tobacco, anything, could be currency.
Bloody hell, if phonecards are currency, looks like he was running a bank.
Why's he got so many? They're the only ones that work the prison phones, but he does have far more than normal.
It has to be a member of staff.
Someone with access to these cards.
What is it? You don't want to be disloyal to someone? No, there was, um There was a prison officer taken off the lifers' wing.
I thought he was getting a bit too close to Thomas.
That's him with the newspaper.
Right.
Mr Gates? Yes? Police.
Nice and quiet.
You're under arrest on suspicion of offences under the Prisons Act.
You are not obliged to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you fail to mention anything which you later rely on in court.
What's this about? Missing women.
Which is what you're going to be doing.
Let's go.
Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? There are a couple of things that I, well, we would like to clear up.
After we last spoke, you visited Thomas Rice.
Yes.
Now, he'd sent you these visiting coupons before.
Yes.
But this was the first time that you'd taken them up.
Yes.
Why? I wanted to resolve things with him.
I wanted to talk.
About what? About what a bastard he'd been.
Why do you think he persisted in sending you these visitors' coupons? He believes our fates are somehow intertwined.
That we share some sort of romantic destiny which will be resolved eventually.
What shape will this resolution take? It's not clear.
A lot of things about Thomas just exist in his head.
What makes him expect a relationship with you? I don't know.
Something about your past? TRAIN RATTLES PAST These chains are too tight.
I can't feel my hands.
Didn't expect to find you here.
Hello, Dad.
What's that you're doing? Nothing.
Just a private commission.
You been to see Thomas again? He wasn't there today.
They keep moving him around.
Oh, yeah? Clare, you were Thomas Rice's prisoner.
You two have a history.
I just wanted to set the record straight with him, that's all.
How? Answer her.
How? I didn't have sex with Thomas Rice.
We've been through this already.
There's some sort of bond.
Why visit him? You think I'm sick? It'd be easier to believe if you were, after what you went through.
You don't know what I went through.
I've seen many reactions to attack, but I've never seen anyone like you.
What did he do to you? Speak to me! Boyd! What did you do to him? Do you get a kick out of imagining what happened? I'd get a bigger kick out of it if you'd tell me.
You're disgusting.
And I'm trying to save your life.
I can save my own life.
I've done it once already.
Really? I can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing, only I don't think I'd have been brave enough.
I had no choice.
Of course you didn't.
After it after sex .
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my circumstances changed.
He looked after me, in a way.
He kept me warm, he helped me to wash and eat.
I knew After it, I knew I would survive.
I knew that if he identified with me, it would be very difficult for him to murder me.
I made him think it was an adventure we were having together.
I took on the role of muse, not prisoner.
I invented the game with the cards.
I told him he should demonstrate how much cleverer he was than the police.
It was just a game.
I never thought he'd go and do it to other women.
It never occurred to you that you might have taught him something? That there'd be other victims? No.
What identifies the right card to draw? Nothing.
Nothing? When he wanted to release me, we would tell them they'd drawn the right card.
So whichever card the policeman drew it didn't make any difference? That's right.
Clare, when you were with Thomas, was there ever another man there? No.
There was another man involved in the murders.
They were later.
There was no-one else involved with me.
When you were blindfolded, did you ever have a sense that there was another man there? No.
You used the present tense.
When? "What identifies the right card?" It's happening again, isn't it? I'm just trying to find out if Thomas Rice had a partner.
It's quite simple really, shouldn't be very difficult to do.
No.
You, mate, are in trouble.
I haven't done anything.
Tombola.
Take your pick.
What? Pick a card.
Any card.
In fact, pick them all.
I don't understand.
I got them out of Thomas's cell.
He says you got them for him.
You thought he'd protect you.
Mr Gateshow long have you been working with cons? I'm convinced there was another man.
She's saying one thing and struggling with another.
But she's in denial.
Well, how do we get her out of that denial, Grace? I don't know.
She seduced that monster to save her own life.
She's kept that secret until now.
If there was another man, that is a deeper, darker memory.
And I'm not sure she's going to be able to recover it.
TRAIN PASSES When did you start fetching him extra phonecards? I did it occasionally for months.
What did you think they were for? Buying off the hard men, making his life easier.
What else did you do for him? Nothing.
Don't lie to me.
I fetched paints and things for his art.
Doesn't the prison supply paints? He wanted better quality, paints and paper both.
Anything else? Mr Gates, what you say next will influence your future.
I'll ask you again.
Did you take Thomas Rice anything else? Numbers.
I compiled a list of phone-box numbers for him.
What phone-box numbers? Any, anywhere.
Just a long list of telephone box numbers.
I drove round and collected them.
Close to each other? Far apart.
It took ages.
Did you keep a copy? What for? Do you remember where they were? There were dozens.
Did you give this list of telephone numbers to anyone else? No.
A list of numbers and extra phonecards, did they sort of go together in your head somehow? Sorry? What did you think they were for, logically? I don't know.
I think you do.
He said they were for a girlfriend.
A lot of women find Thomas attractive.
Do you? No.
What do you think I am? So, why did you do it? It's hard to say.
Because he asked me.
Because we're Friends? I'm going to get the sack, aren't I? I don't suppose you'll lose touch entirely with the prison service.
Gates's story could be true.
Telephone sex? Thomas keeps a book of smoochy letters from mad women who want to marry him.
I've seen it.
He asked me to sign it.
So, now? We get the prison to log Thomas's phone calls while we see his visitors.
Could Thomas's companion or his copycat be a woman? Oohcould.
Just.
Are there woman abductors like this? Myra Hindley, Rose West.
Right.
OK.
Yeah, but it's rare.
And to my knowledge, always associated with a man.
Thank you.
Well, thank you.
Goodbye.
You frightened me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
I just dropped off Dr Delaney.
Do you usually do the gardening? Yeah, I like it.
And she wouldn't.
That's That's good.
Clare tells me that you two nearly got married.
Oh, well, that was a long time ago.
What happened? It was impossible.
Things were never the same after she was imprisoned by that man.
Clare needed a completely fresh start, unencumbered by her past.
That included me.
That's a shame.
But you seem to have got over it.
I mean, you're not resentful.
Well, I may have been once, but it's a long time ago.
I've been married to somebody else for 15 years.
But you're still doing the gardening, which is very, very commendable.
Thank you.
Poor old slugs, eh? Thanks.
Has he gone? Yes.
Is something wrong? I don't like his questions.
It's his job.
What, to pry about you? Are you jealous? I should be going, really.
I'm making lunch.
No, Jenny'll be expecting me.
Thank you for coming in.
It's about Thomas Rice.
Of course it is.
You visited him recently.
I did.
I've visited him ever since he was imprisoned.
Why? I've known him since he was a child.
He lived near us.
He used to come and stay with us.
His own family life was a bit What? Difficult.
You kept in touch with him, even after he was imprisoned? No-one is beyond redemption.
In the religious sense? Nothing else is open to Thomas.
There's no way back for him in this life.
Who's this other young man? It's my son - Paul.
Was he close to Thomas? Once.
Not since childhood.
He doesn't even like me visiting the man in prison.
Paul thinks he's evil.
Has Thomas asked you to bring anything into prison? No.
Take anything out? No.
Well he sends my wife the occasional painting.
Where are they? My son throws them away.
Do you ever talk to anyone about your visits to Thomas? My wife.
She asks for news.
Could we speak to her? She's in hospital.
Cancer.
She won't be coming out.
I'm very sorry.
RINGING TONE PHONE RINGS Hello.
Hi.
It's me.
I know.
How's it going? Fine.
I've decided.
I'm going to tell them.
When? Tomorrow.
Thomas Rice's job took him all over the country.
Yes.
Have you ever met anyone who travelled with him? No.
Your son didn't travel with him? My son? Mmm.
No.
No, my son follows MY trade, a very different trade.
Which is? Engineer.
We hand-make parts for craftsman gunsmiths.
Paul has skills in his head and in his hands.
He has a wife, children.
He's respectable.
He has nothing in common with Thomas Rice at all.
Thanks.
Frankie! Same handwriting.
Posted in Charlotte Street, central London.
She does appear to be holding a copy of yesterday's Evening Standard, open on one of the ad pages.
I know which ad that'll be centred on.
"Boyd needs a phone call.
" Yeah, something like that.
What about the note? The note.
"Boyd, "I am disappointed.
Do not play for time.
Draw your card tomorrow or I'll send you the hand that wrote this.
" Have we got proof that it's her? Give me two hours.
I know it's her.
We've got to go public.
It won't help.
Why? Because we need more time.
You've got to stall again.
Maya doesn't need any time.
Boyd, Thomas Rice is here.
OK.
Mr Boyd! So you're the howitzer.
The big gun they roll out when it really matters.
That's right.
Want to play cards? My cards are on the table.
Cut them.
I need to find a card.
Cut them.
Don't want to? OK, I will.
Two of hearts.
Will that do? For? Will four of hearts do? I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't bullshit me.
I'm not.
Which card do I need to draw to protect the girl? Hmm? Which girl? Maya.
I don't know any Maya.
You may not know her name, but you know who she is.
She's the one who's been abducted? It's nothing to do with me.
Clever, is that what you think you are? A clever human being.
You kill people, but then you find a way to make somebody else responsible.
I think that makes you a coward.
That's not true.
I've addressed my offending behaviour.
That's crap.
Three of spades, jack of hearts, six of hearts, queen of spades.
Which card is it? I don't know.
Of course not.
You didn't invent this strategy.
Clare Delaney did.
She told me pretty much everything.
You cut them.
Choose a card.
Cut them! I know nothing about any abductions.
For God's sake, I'm in prison.
'Hello.
Hi.
'It's me.
I know.
'How's it going? Fine.
'I've decided.
I'm going to tell them.
When? 'Tomorrow.
'Are you ready? 'Yes.
I'll have to be.
' That has nothing to do with abductions.
Who's the other guy? You have no right to tape my calls.
What's the telephone conversation about? He's an old friend.
I was inside with him.
Right, so who is this old friend? Oh, I couldn't.
I bet you couldn't.
I bet you couldn't.
Don't take the piss.
Please, please, don't take the piss.
Don't mess me about.
I've been doing this for too long.
We know that is not an innocent conversation with an old friend.
Either you explain what it's about, or I'll assume that you abducted this woman by proxy.
Don't do that.
Then all I have to do is find the proxy.
Are you serious? Yes.
I am serious.
You're wasting your time.
That's for me to decide.
All right.
But you will be literally wasting your time.
If you want to find this Maya woman look elsewhere.
What was the telephone conversation about? I was telling an old friend from inside that I was going to clear up my last outstanding case.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you.
I can prove it.
How? I'll do it.
I'll show you where Alana's buried.
Then my conscience is clear.
Your conscience is clear.
In this life.
I want to know who killed her with you.
No-one.
I acted alone.
OK! How long have I been teaching you people interviewing techniques? I was a pussycat.
Confrontation doesn't work.
Hello, can I help you? We need to get Thomas's stuff out again.
We're looking for a list of telephone numbers.
Right.
Is that Alana Try? If he's telling the truth.
What do you think? Yeah.
Yeah, I think he is.
He doesn't smoke.
Hmm? What prison work does Thomas do? The kitchen.
They must use lemon juice there.
What? Oh, my God.
Telephone numbers.
Oh, my God! The lemon juice acts as an invisible ink.
The heat cooks it and the numbers appear.
Now you need to find the matching paintings.
Want to swap jobs? You know who he gave paintings to? Mr Bryant.
Explain it to me.
Maybe he just wants to regain control of his partner.
How does showing us Alana's grave do that? Let's throw him back in the prison.
Even if we have to bring him out tonight and start again.
I'll get it.
Thanks.
Pleasure.
Hi.
.
.
It works! Who's outside? Mr Bryant.
One of Thomas's prison visitors.
Thomas gave him pictures as gifts.
We lifted these ones from his cell.
Telephone-box numbers.
So, what happened to them? He said his son threw them away.
His son? Paul used to play with Thomas Rice as a child, but they haven't spoken for years.
How many years? Late '80s.
Mr Bryant! Mr Bryant! Where can I find your son? 'Vehicle on fire.
' 'Received, 66.
Control over.
' Looks like one of your lot.
HE KNOCKS ON WINDOW Thought this might cheer you up.
That's very kind.
Come in.
Why did you have to kill them? Why not? You haven't changed.
Nor have you.
Little Paul.
You never had the guts, did you? But you liked to watch.
You watched us together that time.
Remember? Yeah, I remember.
Me and Clare.
The doctor.
Yeah, that's right.
The doctor.
What's wrong with you? Been trying to get your dirty little hands on her, have you? What? Been sniffing about her house, peeping in her windows? I don't know what you're talking about.
Tom, what are you doing? She's mine, Paul.
She belongs to me.
Tom, I haven't.
I don't like people who lie to me.
No, you've got it wrong! Time for you to go back in your box.
Clare, I've been thinking.
You need a break.
Why don't we go away together? Just the two of us? Well, I've got to take the kids on holiday.
You could come, too.
Would that be all right? Don't worry, I've spoken to Jenny.
She doesn't mind.
He's not here.
His van's not here.
Thank you, Mr Bryant.
MOBILE RINGS Yes? OK.
Look.
Thomas's method of contacting Paul.
It's nice to be right.
No Maya? Or Paul.
He's dead.
So are the two policemen who were guarding Thomas.
So he's out there somewhere.
Where is Maya? She isn't the one who's in the most immediate danger.
Thomas wouldn't escape custody to pursue a woman someone else kidnapped.
He wants his own! Clare Delaney.
PHONE RINGS Clare Delaney.
This is Detective Superintendent Boyd.
Are you alone? No, I've got Tim with me.
Good.
Let me speak to him.
It's the policeman - Boyd.
Tim Walker.
Mr Walker, can you stay with Clare Delaney until I can get a car there? Is there a problem? Thomas Rice has escaped custody this evening.
So just lock up the house and stay with her until someone arrives.
I've got my eye on her.
OK, let me speak to her.
He'll explain.
I'm going to check around outside.
You stay here.
Yes? You all right? I think I found something important.
The letters in Thomas's scrapbook appear to be from various mad women who've become infatuated with him.
But some have the same two qualities.
They ask what appear to be innocent questions about Thomas's crimes, but if you combine the questions, they're asking about the techniques used in Thomas's abductions.
You can't just put the questions together.
They're not from the same people.
Yeah, but look.
Can you see the way the "P" hangs.
The graphologist thought they were probably written by the same person.
All posted from different addresses? Yes.
Using different paper and pens.
One person wrote them.
She wanted to know HE.
The same male DNA is on each letter and I've got a match.
Where from? The playing card Clare Delaney's stalker left on her car.
The only DNA on that belonged to Clare Delaney and Tim Walker.
Yeah, that's right.
Time to go.
Ow! MUFFLED CRIES Why would he do it? Because Thomas took her away from him years ago, I suppose.
So he kidnapped someone? Not immediately, but then we get involved, so I suppose he ups the ante.
Come on, answer the phone! PHONE IS RINGING Tim? PHONE IS STILL RINGING I'm going.
Right.
Spence, where are you? Tim? What is this? What are you doing? I wasn't going to hurt her.
Let her go.
Let her go.
It's not what it seems.
I wasn't going to hurt her.
Let her go! I was never going to hurt her! Front door's open.
I don't like the look of this.
I'll take the back.
You take the front.
OK.
What did you think you were doing? I just wanted you to need me! I thought if I could make you think it was happening again you'd need me.
I did need you.
You're my friend.
Not as a friend.
Need me like before Thomas.
Let her go.
- No! - She's mine.
There we go.
That's better.
I dreamt about you.
Every night, every day.
I tried to draw you sometimes.
I couldn't .
.
define these lines.
I couldn't make this shape.
Clare! Clare, are you in there? Backup's coming.
That's a great help.
Boyd! .
.
Shit! Boyd.
You got here at last.
Eddie Dixon would have been here hours ago.
Armed police.
Put down your gun.
It's over, Rice.
Not quite.
Pick a card and save the girl.
Go ahead, officer.
I've got to end sometime.
Go on, Boyd.
Are you doing all this for Clare's benefit? Because she doesn't love you.
It's all in your mind.
Just pick a card.
OK, OK.
Supposing I .
.
do play this game of yours .
.
what difference would it make? I can't hear you.
It doesn't make any difference which card I choose, does it? Eight of clubs, jack of clubs, king of hearts, ace of spades, jack of spades.
You're still the same sick little human being.
Shut up! Nine of spades.
She never wanted to have sex Shut up! She did it because she wanted to survive.
Put the gun down, Thomas! Do it for me! Please! For us.
Are you mine? Yes.
Game's over.
I've won already.
You saved her.
One life, anyway.
Don't worry, he's going back to his life sentence.
So am I.
SIREN BLARES
The same person sealed it and wrote the note.
She's right-handed.
She's scared.
Her handwriting tells us she's not very well educated.
Look she almost wrote standed for standard, and then she corrected it.
Could have been corrected by someone else.
Definitely a woman? Her DNA says so.
The woman in the photo? Boyd, just be satisfied with "She's a woman.
" Someone must be missing her.
You'd hope so.
I need the report on the missing persons database.
I don't think that's going to help.
Look at her.
Who's gonna miss her? She's from the abyss.
From the underclass.
These are Thomas Rice's victims.
Prostitute, prostitute, unemployed factory worker, drug addict, prostitute The only one who survived, the only one whose name we can even remember is Clare Delaney.
Now, why? She's different.
She is different.
She's got class, she's educated, articulate.
She has status.
She's got status, Spence.
High-status women are a great prize to narcissistic men.
That's why he didn't kill her.
This poor girl has no status.
She's in terrible trouble.
OK, everybody, I've got a name.
Maya Wilson.
Probation Officer reported her missing four days ago.
She's an 18-year-old prostitute.
She's on the National DNA Database, Mel.
Now we've got a name and a face.
Yeah, here we go.
Arrested for possession of class A drug with intent to supply.
She got 18 months, first offence.
She served six, got out three weeks ago.
Nice one, Frankie.
"Publish your card in Thursday's Standard, Boyd.
Cut the pack, save the girl.
" I'll ask him to phone me.
That sounds so like Thomas Rice.
Sounds like - but he's in the nick! Yeah, but he could have sent it out as an instruction.
How? Via a prisoner who'd been released? It has to be ongoing contact.
He has visitors.
Lawyers, prison officers? I got these visiting order coupons.
Cheers.
An Open University tutor a 60-year-old woman academic.
A Mr Phil Bryant, retired engineer, aged 75.
Says here "family friend" andwhoa! Dr Clare Delaney.
Really? When? Two days ago.
One and only visit.
Well done, Mel! Want me to talk to her? No, I'll talk to her.
Anything else, Frankie? Yes.
The envelope was made by a firm in Manchester, national distribution.
Instant camera film made six months ago, sold from this London address.
Check any closed circuit, Spence.
How will we recognise Thomas's partner? Only he can tell us that.
He won't want to speak to me again.
Bring him here! He won't like that.
Do I care? Just get him here, under arrest if necessary.
OK.
Dr Wharton? Oh, hi.
You must be Dermot.
I must be.
And this is Thomas's stuff.
Yeah.
His whole cell.
Except the bed.
Great.
Where's my friend Mel? Busy.
I came specifically to talk to Mel.
You will, in good time.
We found Valerie's body where you said we would.
We're very impressed by this display of good faith on your part.
Did I set out to impress you? What did you set out to do? What's right, of course.
Do the right thing.
That's what my spiritual advisor tells me.
Does he? So does my Lord.
I'd like to talk to you about Valerie.
No questions.
You've got the body.
That's all I agreed to.
I'd like to ask you what was different about her.
Your other cases all had common features.
The cards, the contact with the police.
The way you led them along Outwitting Eddie Dixon Leaving the bodies where we could find them.
Sleeping, actually.
I left them sleeping.
Oh.
Oh, is that what it was? Valerie was so different.
Just dumped in a grave.
She wasn't dumped anywhere.
She was buried very carefully and respectfully.
I couldn't help wondering how different it was, you know, there were no cards.
No games with the police.
I decided to do those later, as my offending behaviour progressed.
It just makes me wonder if you werereally there at all.
Yes.
Really? Otherwise, how would I know all that detail? Do you know, that's what I was wondering.
I've been thinking about another woman - Alana Try.
She was young, pretty, dark, disappeared in 1986.
I've been in prison seven years and no-one's ever asked me about Valerie until you turned up.
No-one asked me about Alana Try, either.
Well, tell me.
Get Mel to ask me.
Mel's busy.
Tell ME.
Is it urgent, then? I think it's urgent that I talk to you about Alana Try.
And I have to ask myself why is it so urgent? I'll tell you.
Save time.
You want to know if I had a partner.
I do.
But that's for me to know and you to find out.
It's better to bring these things out in the open.
You've been helpful over the disappearance of Valerie.
I'd like to talk about how much that must have cost you, but now I'd like to talk about this partner.
It's urgent.
Third time - it's urgent, Grace.
There can only be one reason for it being so urgent.
Someone is doing it again.
Have they used cards, like me? Come on, Grace.
I think you should tell me all about this urgent problem of yours.
Maybe I can help you.
I've had enough of him pissing us about.
He didn't know anything.
I don't believe that.
Oh.
What are you gonna do? Throw him up against the wall? I'd love to.
Put him back in prison.
See who he contacts.
We've given him some earth-shattering information.
He'll need to contact his partner, see what the bloody hell's going on! He will lead us to the partner.
And to Maya? Well, let's hope so.
Find anything? No cigarettes.
So, why does he have a lighter? Doesn't necessarily mean anything.
Prison isn't like the outside world.
Lighters, phonecards, tobacco, anything, could be currency.
Bloody hell, if phonecards are currency, looks like he was running a bank.
Why's he got so many? They're the only ones that work the prison phones, but he does have far more than normal.
It has to be a member of staff.
Someone with access to these cards.
What is it? You don't want to be disloyal to someone? No, there was, um There was a prison officer taken off the lifers' wing.
I thought he was getting a bit too close to Thomas.
That's him with the newspaper.
Right.
Mr Gates? Yes? Police.
Nice and quiet.
You're under arrest on suspicion of offences under the Prisons Act.
You are not obliged to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you fail to mention anything which you later rely on in court.
What's this about? Missing women.
Which is what you're going to be doing.
Let's go.
Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? There are a couple of things that I, well, we would like to clear up.
After we last spoke, you visited Thomas Rice.
Yes.
Now, he'd sent you these visiting coupons before.
Yes.
But this was the first time that you'd taken them up.
Yes.
Why? I wanted to resolve things with him.
I wanted to talk.
About what? About what a bastard he'd been.
Why do you think he persisted in sending you these visitors' coupons? He believes our fates are somehow intertwined.
That we share some sort of romantic destiny which will be resolved eventually.
What shape will this resolution take? It's not clear.
A lot of things about Thomas just exist in his head.
What makes him expect a relationship with you? I don't know.
Something about your past? TRAIN RATTLES PAST These chains are too tight.
I can't feel my hands.
Didn't expect to find you here.
Hello, Dad.
What's that you're doing? Nothing.
Just a private commission.
You been to see Thomas again? He wasn't there today.
They keep moving him around.
Oh, yeah? Clare, you were Thomas Rice's prisoner.
You two have a history.
I just wanted to set the record straight with him, that's all.
How? Answer her.
How? I didn't have sex with Thomas Rice.
We've been through this already.
There's some sort of bond.
Why visit him? You think I'm sick? It'd be easier to believe if you were, after what you went through.
You don't know what I went through.
I've seen many reactions to attack, but I've never seen anyone like you.
What did he do to you? Speak to me! Boyd! What did you do to him? Do you get a kick out of imagining what happened? I'd get a bigger kick out of it if you'd tell me.
You're disgusting.
And I'm trying to save your life.
I can save my own life.
I've done it once already.
Really? I can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing, only I don't think I'd have been brave enough.
I had no choice.
Of course you didn't.
After it after sex .
.
my circumstances changed.
He looked after me, in a way.
He kept me warm, he helped me to wash and eat.
I knew After it, I knew I would survive.
I knew that if he identified with me, it would be very difficult for him to murder me.
I made him think it was an adventure we were having together.
I took on the role of muse, not prisoner.
I invented the game with the cards.
I told him he should demonstrate how much cleverer he was than the police.
It was just a game.
I never thought he'd go and do it to other women.
It never occurred to you that you might have taught him something? That there'd be other victims? No.
What identifies the right card to draw? Nothing.
Nothing? When he wanted to release me, we would tell them they'd drawn the right card.
So whichever card the policeman drew it didn't make any difference? That's right.
Clare, when you were with Thomas, was there ever another man there? No.
There was another man involved in the murders.
They were later.
There was no-one else involved with me.
When you were blindfolded, did you ever have a sense that there was another man there? No.
You used the present tense.
When? "What identifies the right card?" It's happening again, isn't it? I'm just trying to find out if Thomas Rice had a partner.
It's quite simple really, shouldn't be very difficult to do.
No.
You, mate, are in trouble.
I haven't done anything.
Tombola.
Take your pick.
What? Pick a card.
Any card.
In fact, pick them all.
I don't understand.
I got them out of Thomas's cell.
He says you got them for him.
You thought he'd protect you.
Mr Gateshow long have you been working with cons? I'm convinced there was another man.
She's saying one thing and struggling with another.
But she's in denial.
Well, how do we get her out of that denial, Grace? I don't know.
She seduced that monster to save her own life.
She's kept that secret until now.
If there was another man, that is a deeper, darker memory.
And I'm not sure she's going to be able to recover it.
TRAIN PASSES When did you start fetching him extra phonecards? I did it occasionally for months.
What did you think they were for? Buying off the hard men, making his life easier.
What else did you do for him? Nothing.
Don't lie to me.
I fetched paints and things for his art.
Doesn't the prison supply paints? He wanted better quality, paints and paper both.
Anything else? Mr Gates, what you say next will influence your future.
I'll ask you again.
Did you take Thomas Rice anything else? Numbers.
I compiled a list of phone-box numbers for him.
What phone-box numbers? Any, anywhere.
Just a long list of telephone box numbers.
I drove round and collected them.
Close to each other? Far apart.
It took ages.
Did you keep a copy? What for? Do you remember where they were? There were dozens.
Did you give this list of telephone numbers to anyone else? No.
A list of numbers and extra phonecards, did they sort of go together in your head somehow? Sorry? What did you think they were for, logically? I don't know.
I think you do.
He said they were for a girlfriend.
A lot of women find Thomas attractive.
Do you? No.
What do you think I am? So, why did you do it? It's hard to say.
Because he asked me.
Because we're Friends? I'm going to get the sack, aren't I? I don't suppose you'll lose touch entirely with the prison service.
Gates's story could be true.
Telephone sex? Thomas keeps a book of smoochy letters from mad women who want to marry him.
I've seen it.
He asked me to sign it.
So, now? We get the prison to log Thomas's phone calls while we see his visitors.
Could Thomas's companion or his copycat be a woman? Oohcould.
Just.
Are there woman abductors like this? Myra Hindley, Rose West.
Right.
OK.
Yeah, but it's rare.
And to my knowledge, always associated with a man.
Thank you.
Well, thank you.
Goodbye.
You frightened me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
I just dropped off Dr Delaney.
Do you usually do the gardening? Yeah, I like it.
And she wouldn't.
That's That's good.
Clare tells me that you two nearly got married.
Oh, well, that was a long time ago.
What happened? It was impossible.
Things were never the same after she was imprisoned by that man.
Clare needed a completely fresh start, unencumbered by her past.
That included me.
That's a shame.
But you seem to have got over it.
I mean, you're not resentful.
Well, I may have been once, but it's a long time ago.
I've been married to somebody else for 15 years.
But you're still doing the gardening, which is very, very commendable.
Thank you.
Poor old slugs, eh? Thanks.
Has he gone? Yes.
Is something wrong? I don't like his questions.
It's his job.
What, to pry about you? Are you jealous? I should be going, really.
I'm making lunch.
No, Jenny'll be expecting me.
Thank you for coming in.
It's about Thomas Rice.
Of course it is.
You visited him recently.
I did.
I've visited him ever since he was imprisoned.
Why? I've known him since he was a child.
He lived near us.
He used to come and stay with us.
His own family life was a bit What? Difficult.
You kept in touch with him, even after he was imprisoned? No-one is beyond redemption.
In the religious sense? Nothing else is open to Thomas.
There's no way back for him in this life.
Who's this other young man? It's my son - Paul.
Was he close to Thomas? Once.
Not since childhood.
He doesn't even like me visiting the man in prison.
Paul thinks he's evil.
Has Thomas asked you to bring anything into prison? No.
Take anything out? No.
Well he sends my wife the occasional painting.
Where are they? My son throws them away.
Do you ever talk to anyone about your visits to Thomas? My wife.
She asks for news.
Could we speak to her? She's in hospital.
Cancer.
She won't be coming out.
I'm very sorry.
RINGING TONE PHONE RINGS Hello.
Hi.
It's me.
I know.
How's it going? Fine.
I've decided.
I'm going to tell them.
When? Tomorrow.
Thomas Rice's job took him all over the country.
Yes.
Have you ever met anyone who travelled with him? No.
Your son didn't travel with him? My son? Mmm.
No.
No, my son follows MY trade, a very different trade.
Which is? Engineer.
We hand-make parts for craftsman gunsmiths.
Paul has skills in his head and in his hands.
He has a wife, children.
He's respectable.
He has nothing in common with Thomas Rice at all.
Thanks.
Frankie! Same handwriting.
Posted in Charlotte Street, central London.
She does appear to be holding a copy of yesterday's Evening Standard, open on one of the ad pages.
I know which ad that'll be centred on.
"Boyd needs a phone call.
" Yeah, something like that.
What about the note? The note.
"Boyd, "I am disappointed.
Do not play for time.
Draw your card tomorrow or I'll send you the hand that wrote this.
" Have we got proof that it's her? Give me two hours.
I know it's her.
We've got to go public.
It won't help.
Why? Because we need more time.
You've got to stall again.
Maya doesn't need any time.
Boyd, Thomas Rice is here.
OK.
Mr Boyd! So you're the howitzer.
The big gun they roll out when it really matters.
That's right.
Want to play cards? My cards are on the table.
Cut them.
I need to find a card.
Cut them.
Don't want to? OK, I will.
Two of hearts.
Will that do? For? Will four of hearts do? I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't bullshit me.
I'm not.
Which card do I need to draw to protect the girl? Hmm? Which girl? Maya.
I don't know any Maya.
You may not know her name, but you know who she is.
She's the one who's been abducted? It's nothing to do with me.
Clever, is that what you think you are? A clever human being.
You kill people, but then you find a way to make somebody else responsible.
I think that makes you a coward.
That's not true.
I've addressed my offending behaviour.
That's crap.
Three of spades, jack of hearts, six of hearts, queen of spades.
Which card is it? I don't know.
Of course not.
You didn't invent this strategy.
Clare Delaney did.
She told me pretty much everything.
You cut them.
Choose a card.
Cut them! I know nothing about any abductions.
For God's sake, I'm in prison.
'Hello.
Hi.
'It's me.
I know.
'How's it going? Fine.
'I've decided.
I'm going to tell them.
When? 'Tomorrow.
'Are you ready? 'Yes.
I'll have to be.
' That has nothing to do with abductions.
Who's the other guy? You have no right to tape my calls.
What's the telephone conversation about? He's an old friend.
I was inside with him.
Right, so who is this old friend? Oh, I couldn't.
I bet you couldn't.
I bet you couldn't.
Don't take the piss.
Please, please, don't take the piss.
Don't mess me about.
I've been doing this for too long.
We know that is not an innocent conversation with an old friend.
Either you explain what it's about, or I'll assume that you abducted this woman by proxy.
Don't do that.
Then all I have to do is find the proxy.
Are you serious? Yes.
I am serious.
You're wasting your time.
That's for me to decide.
All right.
But you will be literally wasting your time.
If you want to find this Maya woman look elsewhere.
What was the telephone conversation about? I was telling an old friend from inside that I was going to clear up my last outstanding case.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you.
I can prove it.
How? I'll do it.
I'll show you where Alana's buried.
Then my conscience is clear.
Your conscience is clear.
In this life.
I want to know who killed her with you.
No-one.
I acted alone.
OK! How long have I been teaching you people interviewing techniques? I was a pussycat.
Confrontation doesn't work.
Hello, can I help you? We need to get Thomas's stuff out again.
We're looking for a list of telephone numbers.
Right.
Is that Alana Try? If he's telling the truth.
What do you think? Yeah.
Yeah, I think he is.
He doesn't smoke.
Hmm? What prison work does Thomas do? The kitchen.
They must use lemon juice there.
What? Oh, my God.
Telephone numbers.
Oh, my God! The lemon juice acts as an invisible ink.
The heat cooks it and the numbers appear.
Now you need to find the matching paintings.
Want to swap jobs? You know who he gave paintings to? Mr Bryant.
Explain it to me.
Maybe he just wants to regain control of his partner.
How does showing us Alana's grave do that? Let's throw him back in the prison.
Even if we have to bring him out tonight and start again.
I'll get it.
Thanks.
Pleasure.
Hi.
.
.
It works! Who's outside? Mr Bryant.
One of Thomas's prison visitors.
Thomas gave him pictures as gifts.
We lifted these ones from his cell.
Telephone-box numbers.
So, what happened to them? He said his son threw them away.
His son? Paul used to play with Thomas Rice as a child, but they haven't spoken for years.
How many years? Late '80s.
Mr Bryant! Mr Bryant! Where can I find your son? 'Vehicle on fire.
' 'Received, 66.
Control over.
' Looks like one of your lot.
HE KNOCKS ON WINDOW Thought this might cheer you up.
That's very kind.
Come in.
Why did you have to kill them? Why not? You haven't changed.
Nor have you.
Little Paul.
You never had the guts, did you? But you liked to watch.
You watched us together that time.
Remember? Yeah, I remember.
Me and Clare.
The doctor.
Yeah, that's right.
The doctor.
What's wrong with you? Been trying to get your dirty little hands on her, have you? What? Been sniffing about her house, peeping in her windows? I don't know what you're talking about.
Tom, what are you doing? She's mine, Paul.
She belongs to me.
Tom, I haven't.
I don't like people who lie to me.
No, you've got it wrong! Time for you to go back in your box.
Clare, I've been thinking.
You need a break.
Why don't we go away together? Just the two of us? Well, I've got to take the kids on holiday.
You could come, too.
Would that be all right? Don't worry, I've spoken to Jenny.
She doesn't mind.
He's not here.
His van's not here.
Thank you, Mr Bryant.
MOBILE RINGS Yes? OK.
Look.
Thomas's method of contacting Paul.
It's nice to be right.
No Maya? Or Paul.
He's dead.
So are the two policemen who were guarding Thomas.
So he's out there somewhere.
Where is Maya? She isn't the one who's in the most immediate danger.
Thomas wouldn't escape custody to pursue a woman someone else kidnapped.
He wants his own! Clare Delaney.
PHONE RINGS Clare Delaney.
This is Detective Superintendent Boyd.
Are you alone? No, I've got Tim with me.
Good.
Let me speak to him.
It's the policeman - Boyd.
Tim Walker.
Mr Walker, can you stay with Clare Delaney until I can get a car there? Is there a problem? Thomas Rice has escaped custody this evening.
So just lock up the house and stay with her until someone arrives.
I've got my eye on her.
OK, let me speak to her.
He'll explain.
I'm going to check around outside.
You stay here.
Yes? You all right? I think I found something important.
The letters in Thomas's scrapbook appear to be from various mad women who've become infatuated with him.
But some have the same two qualities.
They ask what appear to be innocent questions about Thomas's crimes, but if you combine the questions, they're asking about the techniques used in Thomas's abductions.
You can't just put the questions together.
They're not from the same people.
Yeah, but look.
Can you see the way the "P" hangs.
The graphologist thought they were probably written by the same person.
All posted from different addresses? Yes.
Using different paper and pens.
One person wrote them.
She wanted to know HE.
The same male DNA is on each letter and I've got a match.
Where from? The playing card Clare Delaney's stalker left on her car.
The only DNA on that belonged to Clare Delaney and Tim Walker.
Yeah, that's right.
Time to go.
Ow! MUFFLED CRIES Why would he do it? Because Thomas took her away from him years ago, I suppose.
So he kidnapped someone? Not immediately, but then we get involved, so I suppose he ups the ante.
Come on, answer the phone! PHONE IS RINGING Tim? PHONE IS STILL RINGING I'm going.
Right.
Spence, where are you? Tim? What is this? What are you doing? I wasn't going to hurt her.
Let her go.
Let her go.
It's not what it seems.
I wasn't going to hurt her.
Let her go! I was never going to hurt her! Front door's open.
I don't like the look of this.
I'll take the back.
You take the front.
OK.
What did you think you were doing? I just wanted you to need me! I thought if I could make you think it was happening again you'd need me.
I did need you.
You're my friend.
Not as a friend.
Need me like before Thomas.
Let her go.
- No! - She's mine.
There we go.
That's better.
I dreamt about you.
Every night, every day.
I tried to draw you sometimes.
I couldn't .
.
define these lines.
I couldn't make this shape.
Clare! Clare, are you in there? Backup's coming.
That's a great help.
Boyd! .
.
Shit! Boyd.
You got here at last.
Eddie Dixon would have been here hours ago.
Armed police.
Put down your gun.
It's over, Rice.
Not quite.
Pick a card and save the girl.
Go ahead, officer.
I've got to end sometime.
Go on, Boyd.
Are you doing all this for Clare's benefit? Because she doesn't love you.
It's all in your mind.
Just pick a card.
OK, OK.
Supposing I .
.
do play this game of yours .
.
what difference would it make? I can't hear you.
It doesn't make any difference which card I choose, does it? Eight of clubs, jack of clubs, king of hearts, ace of spades, jack of spades.
You're still the same sick little human being.
Shut up! Nine of spades.
She never wanted to have sex Shut up! She did it because she wanted to survive.
Put the gun down, Thomas! Do it for me! Please! For us.
Are you mine? Yes.
Game's over.
I've won already.
You saved her.
One life, anyway.
Don't worry, he's going back to his life sentence.
So am I.
SIREN BLARES