Waking the Dead (2000) s08e03 Episode Script
End of the Night: Part 1
'Happy birthday, Gemma!' Happy birthday to you! Gemma! Hey, I thought you'd given up.
Yeah, when I'm 30.
Oh, this your last one, then? This I have to see.
No, you don't.
Hey! I'm still your sister.
I wish you didn't pretend you trust me, Zoe.
You think I'm going to score some crack in the car park? Shaun! Gemma! Face the front! Don't look at my face! Have you got a pen? What? Have you got a pen? 'Don't misunderstand me, please, Gemma, I' If this isn't your unit's lifeblood, I don't know what is! I can't start a case without any expectation of getting a result.
Bullshit! You're just fobbing me off! Danielle Hunt.
This picture was taken late 1999, about a year before she went on the game.
Christmas 2000, she was touting for business behind Euston when someone jumped out of a car and bludgeoned her to death with a hammer.
The original investigation, and I use the term loosely, they drew a blank.
Well, presumably, she had her pimp? Solid alibi.
He was detained at Her Majesty's Pleasure for driving offences.
Now Danielle's ex-pimp, who has convictions for GBH, is definitely in my crosshairs No, no, no.
Whoa, there, Spence.
Just put that case aside for a while, will you? I've got a new case, well, a new old case.
What? The Gemma Morrison case.
Oh, my God! Have you got a new lead? Hello, Kat.
Hi.
I'm not late, am I? No, no.
You take a seat.
We'll do the rest later.
Gemma Morrison, right? Gemma Morrison.
October 14th 1997, aged 18, she was found beside St Helen's Bridge.
Shaun! Where? Tunbridge Wells.
And Adrian and Diane Hughes, they picked her up in a car.
Yeah, they hadn't got a mobile, so they took her to the hospital.
This is the medical report on Gemma.
You've assessed this case before? Yeah, we have.
No, I haven't.
We've assessed it a couple of times, but never reopened it.
So? So, would you put these photographs up on the board, and take this Danielle Hunt stuff off? What? Just give me a few days.
What, what? Spencer, a week.
What do you mean, a week? OK, a few weeks! I promise we'll go back to this case when we've finished with this one.
Bruising and lacerations to the temple and the scalp, there's peri-orbital swelling completely closed her right eye.
Fractures on the third, fourth and fifth ribs on the right.
Also on the right, the humerus, the skin overlying the right hip with underlying multiple fractures of the pelvic bone.
It wasn't until this examination that it became absolutely clear what had happened to Gemma Morrison.
Gemma and her ten-year-old brother Shaun, right, were on their way back from Come on - Shaun, Shaun, Shaun were on their way back from a local post office when the tyre on their car burst.
TYRE SQUEALS These two men stopped, ostensibly to give them help.
It's just an e-fit.
Yes, they're e-fits, but they abducted both of them at knifepoint.
One of them was called Jason.
The younger accomplice here referred to the older one, who was the driver, as Jason at some point.
There's a suggestion they used chloroform to subdue the victims.
It was never proved.
Yeah.
Inconclusive.
The important thing is the two men raped Gemma.
And then they threw Shaun and Gemma off the bridge.
Gemma survived, but Shaun, and here is the autopsy report, didn't.
Aged ten? And the men were never caught which is why we're here? Yeah, so do you have anything new? No, no, no! We don't.
No? We have the DNA from under Gemma's fingernails which presumably came from Well, that's good.
We've got a match.
No, there's still no match.
You haven't found a match? You probably want to know why we are reopening the case.
Yes.
Yeah.
Why are we? Well OK, well.
Last night, after celebrating her 30th birthday, Gemma tried to kill herself.
Solve the case, save the girl.
It's not a bad thing to do, is it? What if all we do is get Gemma's hopes up for nothing? Yeah, it's going to be hard, we've done that before and maybe it's impossible, we've done that before, but it's not our business not to do our damnedest, is it? This is what we live for, it's our lifeblood, this is why we get up in the morning, I mean, this case is everything, isn't it? Grace! Mm? We've looked at this case a dozen times, there are no leads.
You've got to talk to him.
But why have I got to talk to him? You have his ear.
Since when? Come on, Grace.
Look, Boyd's back to his old self, and do you know what, Spence? Personally, I'm glad to see it.
Is he? I'm not so sure.
It's like that film where the astronauts come back to Earth and they're exactly the same, but they're not.
And only their wives can tell.
He's lost his son, of course he's changed.
Exactly.
He couldn't save Luke so this is the next best thing it's therapy.
It's that identifying thing, that Projection? Projection.
Exactly.
So you agree with me, yeah? What is it, Spence? Stella dying, you know, it's and now, this new girl, who is she? He didn't even talk to us about her! It's just brought everything into focus, you know? Such as? I'm not happy in this unit.
I haven't been for ages.
I've outgrown it.
Is there anything we can do without an exact DNA match? The DNA database has its own self-checking algorithm for matching similar DNA.
If a close relative of the killer's was on the system, we'd know about it.
Not necessarily.
What do you mean? Correct me if I'm wrong but "similar" is not a scientific term, is it? No, it's not.
It's a subjective term producing subjective parameters for what constitutes similar and what doesn't.
Yeah.
What if we widen the parameters, just a teensy-weensy little bit? Just a little bit? Yeah.
OK, we get cousins That's good.
we get second cousins Good, I've got something to work with! We get possibly tens of thousands of people not related to the killer in any way.
It's like looking for all the people in England called Boyd, Boyd.
Some of them are going to be related to you but most of them aren't.
But if they live in or around my home town then the odds increase dramatically! Yes, but we don't know the killer's home town! It's the forensic equivalent of running into a forest blindfolded with your hands behind your back, naked! I don't care.
Widen the parameters! We're going to be deluged.
I want big, fat, wide parameters.
Yeah? They want me to see some counsellor and then I can go.
How are you feeling? Embarrassed.
Stupid.
Not disappointed? I am going to reopen the case.
Do you think I'll lose my driving licence? I'm sure you will, yeah.
Do you care? Can't you pull some strings? Oh, come on Gemma.
Is there some new evidence, then? No, but there are new techniques.
When I came to see you two years ago, you said there was no point.
No, I said there was no evidence.
When I came to see you six months ago you said there was no point.
What's changed? What do you think's changed? Huh? I was drunk, all right? So you don't want me to find them? Oh, piss off! I'm always asking myself Are they married? Have they got girlfriends? Have they got kids? Did one of them just walk past me in the street? But what I think about most is how often do they think of me and Shaun.
I was hoping one day that you'd be able to ask them that question yourself.
Oh, "one day", you hope.
I will do my best.
I will find them.
Should I be optimistic? If I say no, are you going to try and kill yourself again? You're a prick, you know that? Well, are you? Look, my team, at the moment, they're giving 95%, but if you came in and talked to them, told them yourself what happened, I think I can get them to pull the full 100.
My therapist will kick your arse.
Bet you wish you hadn't replied to my first e-mail.
I didn't.
I replied to your 147th.
Oh, stop exaggerating.
It's true.
How did you get my address anyway? Not telling you.
I'll wait outside and I can give you a lift.
No, it's OK, my brother-in-law's picking me up.
Are you going to call me? This is Andrew.
Andrew.
How are you doing? Gemma Come here.
Are you kidding? Not here.
Grace! Yes? What do you know about suicide? Well, sadly, it causes a fifth of all deaths amongst young men.
And what about women? They're more likely to attempt suicide but less likely to succeed.
Methods differ women tend to take pills, men will shoot, hang themselves, jump.
They'll make sure there's no coming back, right? Convenience plays a bigger part than you'd imagine - farmers will shoot themselves, vets take animal tranquillisers.
Look, I know what you're asking me.
Is she likely to try again, assuming that you were right about last night.
I'm right, Grace.
I know I know that I'm right.
The Freudian view of the act of suicide is one of repressed murderous rage and hate for others turning inwards.
In this case because the others are unidentified and unpunished.
I suppose so.
So according to Freud, if you can identify them, and bring them to justice, then the hatred has an outlet, doesn't it, a valve? Well, it's not quite as simple as that.
I didn't think it would be.
Look, say we find these men her facing them in court isn't going to be easy, is it? And her being under the scrutiny of a defence lawyer certainly isn't going to save her.
So we shouldn't try and catch them even though they're rapists and murderers? No, no, of course we should, I know.
What I'm saying to you is that you must let go now of any thought of trying to stop her doing it again.
OK.
Grace, do you think that Spence is happy in this unit? What do you mean? Well, do you think he feels, I don't know, that he's that he might have outgrown it? I think he might have, yeah.
TELEPHONE RINGS Boyd.
OK.
What have you got for me? It's all about constructing the right size sieve - if the holes are too big We get half the country - too small, we miss the guy.
Exactly.
So? So I've used mitochondrial DNA to look at the mother's side and YSDR DNA to look at the DNA And Repeat.
Very good.
If we could dig deeper in terms of relatedness We don't have to invade hundreds of people's lives.
I'm glad you brought that up, because there are civil liberties issues surrounding familial DNA searching.
How many profiles have we got? Twenty-two thousand, five hundred and twenty-eight.
And it's possible not one of them is related to our killer.
Twenty-two thousand oh, God.
Why do you think she brought Shaun? When I was ten my big sister avoided me like the plague.
He wanted to buy a Men In Black magazine, THE blockbuster of 1997.
I was too young, granddad.
Bollocks! It was only a PG.
You know the case pretty well, then? Yep.
I've read the file and re-read the file.
The original investigation was it thorough? Very.
They just didn't get lucky and there's no reason to suggest we will.
Still, let's not be defeatist.
I'd really like to see the location in the flesh.
Sure.
Why not? Spencer.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS 'Spence, it's Mike at Peckham.
'That pimp you were after surfaced.
'He's sitting in our nick waiting to pick up one of his girls who was in overnight.
'I can delay releasing the girl.
' OK, I'm leaving now, see you soon.
I've got to head into town another case.
What about this case? You go and familiarise yourself.
You need me to cover for you in case Boyd calls, right? Yeah.
Is that OK? OK.
Cheers.
Great.
OK.
You need to get some sleep, Gem, we both do.
You don't what a good person you are, Zo.
You think everyone's like you, but they're not.
Well, we're much more alike than you think.
Truly.
If you knew everything about me, I mean everything, you wouldn't say that.
You wouldn't even want me as a sister.
You'd give up on me like everyone else.
Well, that's not going to happen you're stuck with me.
Every day, I try to put myself in your shoes, try to imagine what you went through, what you live with.
You lost a brother too.
Don't do this.
He'd be finished at university by now.
He'd be getting his first job.
I should've stopped them.
Why did you have to bring the boy? You don't call the shots.
I let them take him out of the car.
I let them.
You didn't want him to see.
I let them.
I saved myself.
You had no idea what they were going to do.
I crawled up a hundred feet of rock with a smashed pelvis to save myself.
Why couldn't I save him? We're not having this conversation.
Not tonight.
Tonight, we have to be strong.
We have to be positive.
For Shaun.
Where's Spence? Er He went off to interview the girl on the till that night.
You know, for someone who used to work under cover, you're a terrible liar.
Get him on the phone.
Boyd? Hm? Yeah? Gemma Morrison's here with her sister.
OK.
Thanks for deciding to do this, Gemma.
OK.
Sorry about the audience, but I want everyone's input.
So, October 13th, 1997, you were studying for your A-levels.
Right.
I was doing some coursework, supposedly.
Mum said she needed some bread and milk picking up, so I volunteered.
But I had an ulterior motive.
I wanted to phone my boyfriend.
He was older than me and in his first year at Glasgow Uni.
So why didn't you use the phone at the house? Not after the last phone bill.
Shaun - why did you take him with you? Well, I didn't want him to come.
I didn't want to feel rushed on the phone, but he wanted this magazine and he was convinced I'd get the wrong one.
He was a very pedantic ten-year-old.
I got the shopping done quickly and went outside to use the payphone.
Leaving Shaun reading the magazines? I didn't leave him.
I could see him the whole time.
You came out with the stuff that you bought from the Post Office.
Did you put it in the car before you made the call? No.
It was only a couple of bags.
And after all that they didn't have the magazine he wanted, but he was just happy browsing the comics for a bit.
How long were you on the phone to your boyfriend? Half an hour.
See, the plan was for me to go to Glasgow uni with him, but I changed my mind.
That must have been a distressing phone call.
How did he take it? Oh, who cares? After that night he didn't want to know anyway.
So you made the call, you went back in the Post Office, you collected Shaun and took him straight back to the car? Yes.
We'd just turned off the main road.
Uncle Roy lets me sit in the front.
Uncle Roy's an irresponsible twat.
SOMETHING EXPLODES Jeez.
What is it? What happened? It's all right, Shaun.
Oh, great(!) Hiya.
Is everything OK? Yeah.
Well, no.
I've got a flat tyre.
Hop in.
We'll take you to a garage.
It's all right.
We live up the road.
Then we'll give you a lift home.
It's fine, we can walk.
I'm only trying to help.
I know.
It's fine, thank you.
If you make a fuss then the boy has to come too.
No, please.
No.
You said that it was the older man that did the talking and that it was the younger one that took decisive action.
He was the one I was afraid of.
No, please don't hurt him.
I'll come with you.
I'll come with you.
I'll do it.
You said in your original statement that you blacked out.
Yes.
Do you know what might have caused that? I don't know.
I remember a hand being in my face and I couldn't breathe.
That would be the chloroform in the report.
I thought they rejected that.
No, there was no histological evidence.
And Shaun, was he part of their plan? Do you think that they saw both of you and? I don't think so.
If that car hadn't have gone past, I think they would have left him.
Gemma! Shaun, get back in the car! Shit! Get back in the car! Why did you have to bring the boy? Shut up! Turn left here.
You don't call the shots! Gemma? Gemma? Shut up! Tell him to shut up! It's OK, Shaun, everything's going to be fine.
Face the front, bitch! Don't look in my face! The older one said, "You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" And I said, "Yes.
" And he said, "Well, you don't want your brother to see, do you?" And I said, "No.
" So he took Shaun out of the car.
As he was getting out, he looked at me really calmly and said "I love you, Gem.
" He'd never said that to me before.
Never.
No! Just do what I say! Gemma! He didn't just rape me.
He beat me with his fists.
He screamed at me, called me a bitch and a whore.
Just do what I say! Like he knew me.
Like I'd hurt him and he wanted revenge.
When I opened my eyes he'd gone.
And the older one was in the car, the driver.
He was crying.
He said he was sorry about his friend hurting me and that he felt bad.
Where's Shaun? Please take me to Shaun.
Yes.
But first I'm going to make love to you.
Like I know you want me to.
Finally, he let me out of the car.
Shaun Shaun? Shaun! SHAUN! Where is he?! Where is he?! What have you done?! Jesus.
Shaun! No! No! Shaun! No! No! Shaun! Please help! Where's Shaun? It's all right.
It's all right.
Shaun! It's all right.
Shaun! It's all right.
Shaun! Shaun! Shaun! Shaun! Do it! Do it, Jason! Shaun! Do it! No! No! No! No! No! Will you excuse me for a minute? When I came out of the water, I realised I was still alive.
I couldn't believe it.
It felt like hours had gone by but it must have only been a few minutes.
Shaun? Shaun? SHAUN! I'd broken my arm and several ribs and shattered my pelvis.
But I felt no pain.
Come on, Gem.
Let's get you home.
Call me if you need to talk.
I don't think it was a blowout.
The original investigation deemed this a crime of opportunity.
Sexual offences usually are.
They reasoned that if the tyre had been sabotaged in some way, say, slashed or let down, then Gemma and Shaun would have been safely stranded in the car park.
Ah, but instead they were nearly home when it burst.
Right, which suggests plain old bad luck, like a piece of glass or a bald patch wearing out.
Any evidence of that? No, but there is evidence of something else.
If you look in here.
right, can you see this discolouration? Oh, yes.
It's absent in the other tyres.
So how come the original investigation didn't see that? I don't know.
I don't know.
It's possible that depigmentation occurred some time later, maybe even months later.
And do you know what caused it? No.
Not yet.
OK.
I'll leave you to it, then.
Thanks, Eve.
Oh, Grace! Yup? You won't say anything to Boyd just yet, will you? I'll have him camped out in here.
Sure.
Thanks.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Leave it.
If they're dying, they'll call 999.
Hello? Oh, hello, Mr Pargeter.
Gemma Well, you should have about .
.
I can't do this any more.
I can always arrange to get some more Do what? What do you think? Oh, that.
Yes, that.
OK.
Let's not do it any more.
Well, what do you want me to say? "Andrew, please don't end it, not now, when I'm weak and vulnerable.
" I love you.
Look, Andrew, I only slept with you because you're Zoe's.
You don't mean that.
I can't even remember what you look like naked.
You don't appreciate her.
She loves you.
I know, and I'd be lost without her.
You're so ungrateful.
She gives, I take.
Even her husband.
Keep your voice down.
She loves tending to the meek.
You know what you forget? I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.
You weren't the only one who lost a brother.
Gemma! For God's sake! What the hell is going on? ECHOES: Gemma! It's my fault.
I said something stupid.
What happened, Andrew? Oh, she made some snippy comment about you.
So what's new? I know.
I just said she could be more grateful.
She's my sister, Andrew.
She doesn't have to be grateful for anything.
Hi.
Hi.
Everything OK? Yeah.
Fine.
I just, um We haven't talked.
About what? I don't know, me joining the unit? OK, let's talk about you joining the unit.
Take a seat.
Forget it.
OK.
You know, it isn't my first day at school PHONE RINGS .
.
but I've just come out of uniform and it is a big change.
A change that you talked me into.
I know.
I know.
Yeah? OK.
Get everyone up to the lab.
Where the hell were you? Trichloromethane, or chloroform, is a highly volatile solvent with a boiling point of 62 degrees centigrade.
Presumptive tests suggest that the damage inflicted on Gemma's car tyre here was caused by trichloromethane.
The discolouration that you can see here - a possible result of it leaching a dye from the rubber and then redepositing it on evaporation.
It's important to note that the chloroform would've acted on the tyre in two ways.
Firstly, as a solvent, it would've damaged and weakened the tyre wall and, secondly, on evaporating, it would cause the pressure in the tyre to increase and, as this happens, the now-weakened tyre wall would expand until itburst.
So it wasn't an unlucky blowout? Planned and premeditated, which would suggest the efficiency of practice.
You're not going to go to the trouble to disable a tyre, if you're never going to use the practice again? No.
Suggesting more than one victim? Mm-hmm.
So the chloroform's used to disable the victim and the car, the tyre? How would they get the chloroform into the tyre? There's nothing on the market available that would be suitable so he must have adapted some sort of compressed gas canister .
.
in order to inject it in.
They could've done it at the Post Office.
Gemma was on the phone to her boyfriend for half an hour.
Plenty of time for them to sabotage the wheel.
Yeah.
If this isn't a one-off, we should be looking for unsolved sexual offences pre-'97, post-'97, involving the disabling of a car and .
.
two perpetrators.
Should I input those factors into the search engine? Yeah.
You won't be able to because mid-'90s, it's not downloaded on to the national database.
But the National Crime Academy have been doing a massive study into sex crime methodology going back 40 years.
But that's not going to be available for ages.
They've been mopping up as they go along, inputting cases, solved and unsolved.
How do you know that? My old DI's on the collating team.
We've always stayed on good terms so I'm sure she'll give us a sneak preview.
Or me, anyway.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
It's OK.
I'm sorry.
Ssh.
Ssh.
It's OK.
What I don't understand is what these two are doing together in the first place.
There are precedents for sexual predators working in pairs.
Well, these two are anything but a pair.
The older perpetrator is a textbook power-assurance rapist.
He apologised for his actions, he used minimal force, he referred to the act of rape as "making love," and he displayed genuine concern for Gemma.
He threw her off a bridge! Yes, only because his partner in crime had already thrown her brother off the bridge.
Do it, Jason! Do it! So he was motivated to do that by his partner but what about the rape? Was that? No, we're talking about two completely different predators.
You wouldn't question that there can be different reasons to kill.
And the same is true of rapists.
All right, so the older guy, Jason, what are his reasons for raping? Well, his crimes substitute for the intimacy he craves with women but he can't have.
Why? Cos he's ugly? No.
He may be ugly, but he may not be ugly.
Look, most men earn intimacy, respect, admiration.
The rapist doesn't - he just takes it.
He needs to be needed.
Imagining that the woman actually fancies him fuels his fantasy, makes it real, exciting.
So for the power-assurance rapist then, he doesn't see his rapes as crimes but more likeblind dates? In some cases they try to get the victim's phone number to make arrangements to see them again.
God! What about this guy? Anger retaliatory rapist.
His sexual violence is the displaced expression of the anger and rage he feels inside.
So, more dangerous? More likely to kill? Yes.
More likely to make mistakes? Yes.
It's a pity we don't have his DNA, isn't it, really? His victim stands in for the person he really hates.
It could be his mother, his wife, his partner, his boss - whoever.
And, unlike the other rapist, who finds it difficult to form attachments, he is quite likely to be in a steady relationship.
So the only thing not textbook is the fact that these two were teamed up in the first place? That's correct.
So how are you, Spencer? Can't complain.
National Crime Squad's always on the lookout for fresh talent, new blood.
I'll bear that in mind.
Is Boyd behaving himself? You know Boyd.
Boyd's Boyd.
How are your sex offenders? Nice segue! We call it the real 40 years of hurt.
I'm cataloguing four decades of the most sick and depraved crimes to blight this fair isle and you know what the worst part is? Go on.
Coppers' grammar.
Coppers' spelling.
Coppers' handwriting.
I spend my life trying to work out whether it says "petrol" or "penis"! Hi, Maureen.
Hi, Boyd.
Sorry it's so late but you didn't have to come in person.
Oh, yes, I did.
We do get e-mail down here.
Owing to the mass of detail pertaining to child sex cases the lawyers have instructed us not to send any part of the study via electronic mail until its completion.
Well, that told me.
Grace you know, right? Hi, Grace.
OK, the criteria for unsolved rapes mid-'90s, two offenders and incapacitating vehicles is drawing a blank.
Not one hit? Not one hit.
Because the criteria are wrong.
OK, try looking for one offender.
OK.
Why only one? Because October 13th was a nightmare for Gemma and Shaun.
Yes, but it was a disaster for those two.
Exactly.
Nothing in Gemma's account suggests they worked as a team, and their divergent profiles back that up.
OK, we have four unsolved rapes between '94 and '96 where the victims' cars were incapacitated prior to the attacks.
Specifically, their tyres were sabotaged.
Where? Greater Manchester.
OK, you print that out for me, I want to read that tonight.
Thanks, Maureen.
Invoice is in the post.
New talent? Fresh blood? Don't flirt with me, Spence.
You're married.
Spence! And you know it.
Now, this is the E-fit that was issued by Manchester CID after the description given by these four women - all attacked after their cars suffered punctures or blowouts.
Serial rapists always target specific types and that never changes.
So our womenall 30ish, middle-class, wealthy, reflected in the cars they drive - Audis, Mercedes, BMWs Like Gemma, who's 18 and drives a clapped-out Fiesta(!) If it WAS our older offender, it proves that the younger offender was calling the shots that night.
So this was a rare partnership, a sort of one-off? Well, I believe so.
The first two rapes took place in June and December '94, and the last two, March and August '96.
Nothing in '95.
Well, prison's always the best bet there.
Check for Jasons in prison.
So, looking at the sequence and dispersal of the crimes, can this give us any idea where this man might have lived? Well, the key to understanding an evolving MO is to go back to the beginning.
Right.
We start with Stacey Adams.
Now, that was the first reported attack but it was hasty, it was crude.
No chloroform, just a straightforward nail in the tyre.
So the car didn't get very far? No.
Also she reported that he was unable to perform, he was agitated and she fought back.
The next rape takes place 30 miles further on - that's Sarah Marsh.
Are you saying he needed to drive a longer distance to get an erection? No, I'm serious.
I know you are.
And it's possible.
But my theory is more likely that he didn't want to be identified if he failed again, so he went further afield.
By this time he was using chloroform so he was controlling it more.
So he wanted to control the distance the car went before the tyre burst.
That's assuming he came from the same start point each time.
The second attack went like clockwork so the next time - Jackie Holmes - he ventures, what? 20 miles? Yeah, and the fourth - Martina Johns - is only 15 miles away.
So my educated hunch is that the perpetrator lives or works within ten miles' radius of the first attack.
So I'm narrowing the DNA search to the Salford area.
Right, the closest familial DNA match is this one, Matthew Grant, and he lives only two miles away from where the first attack took place in June 1994.
So the chances are he is nephew, cousin to rapist Jason? Yeah.
Possibly.
Possibly The bad news is he's only should have been destroyed.
Are you giving me this European High Court stuff? I'm not interested.
Yes, because he volunteered the information.
We should've destroyed it.
He's innocent.
He did it for purposes of elimination after a break-in at his school Yeah, but his DNA is going to be on this database forever, whatever you think! That's what I'm saying, and there are serious civil liberty Civil liberties are not my problem when investigating a case! It will be if he's got a mother with a good lawyer! You think I'll knock on his door and say, "You've got the same DNA as a rapist and murderer called Jason"?! Well, I hope you're not going to do that! I'm not.
Wait Boyd? Yeah? What are you going to do? I'm going to do my job.
You've done yours and I thank you.
How was your Matthew Grant interview? Yeah, it was successful.
Will you be long? I've no idea.
I'll be about another hour.
Kat? Yeah, yeah.
I'm here.
Good, OK.
The contents of Matthew Grant's computer, all right? How did you get this? Don't ask! Just look for any connections to a Jason.
Matthew Grant sent several e-mails to a Jason Bloch and DVLA records show that Jason Bloch lived in Salford, Manchester until 1997 when he moved to Kent.
He also lost his licence for a year Yeah, don't tell me - '95.
Year of no rape.
And when he lost his licence, he also lost his job.
Signed on in Manchester for a bit before he moved down south to his registered address which is a college, five miles outside Tunbridge Wells.
What sort of college is that? Some kind of crammer.
Looks a bit fur coat and no knickers - probably aimed at disappointed parents with more money than sense.
But what I'm thinking is that he must be some sort of caretaker, handyman, something like that.
OK, good.
This is what our suspect looked like in 1997.
I'm going to make love to you.
SHE COUGHS Just hold on a second.
Yeah? 'We're in position round the back.
' All right, Spence.
We're parking up now.
OK.
BELL RINGS Coming.
I'm coming.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
And this is Doctor Foley.
Yeah, we're here to see Jason Bloch? Jason's my husband.
He's in the shower.
Can I help? All right We can wait for him to dry off.
Well, come in.
Right.
The bridge thing.
Yes, the"bridge thing".
That was just after I'd moved down south.
Yes, it was, well, that's actually the point.
We're using DVLA records to contact all adult males who moved into the Kent area around the time that that crime was committed.
Who's to say that the killer wasn't born and bred? Good question, Mr Bloch.
There was another murder a year previously, a young girl.
All the men in the area were asked to give a DNA sample.
That's what you want? A DNA sample? Yeah, we do.
Well, not now.
Tomorrow morning? Between nine and twelve.
Can't do tomorrow morning.
Sorry.
I'm busy.
Well, you'll have to cancel because we've set everything up.
We're expecting you.
Well, there's nothing like notice.
And that was nothing like notice.
See you tomorrow, Mr Bloch.
You're fond of chivalry, Mrs Bloch.
I think most women are.
We all secretly want to be rescued and protected.
Grace? Like Andromeda? She was rescued by Perseus, her future husband.
Perseus is one of my nicknames for Jase.
What are the other ones? You're mocking us.
No.
It's OK.
Most of our mates think it's a bit sad.
I'd agree with them.
I think it's pathetic.
How dare you? # Will you hear a Spanish lady # How an Englishman she wooed? # Though he held her as his captive # Ever gentle was his mood # Tho' by birth and parentage Of high degree # Wept she when the order came To set her free # If he warns his accomplice now, it's a hell of a risk.
What's in it for him? The other thing you need to take on board is the fact that they may not have had contact since it happened.
No, they may not have done.
But if he's ever going to make contact with him, it'll be tonight.
Because this is his last night as a free man and he knows that.
Yep.
Shaved head, shaved eyebrows.
Makes you think he's active again.
HE HUMS Don't you think, "My God, I've got a weird job"? Compared to what? Your job? I mean, I think your job's weirder than my job.
Your job's all abstract, isn't it? Nothing concrete.
You deal in sort of airy-fairy stuff.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS At least I get down to the nitty-gritty.
Hello, Spence.
'He must have made contact.
He's heading into the woods on foot.
' Yeah, OK.
We're off.
See? I was right.
Thank goodness.
Yeah? What's happening? 'He's got in a car with a possible suspect.
' OK, well, stay where you are.
'I'm nearly there.
' 'Bloch's just got out the car but the driver's still inside.
' 'OK, take him.
' OK.
Let's go.
Police! Halt! Hands on the wheel! Hands on the wheel! What are you doing? It's not him! He's 50 if he's a day.
Where's Bloch? We lost him.
It was one or the other.
Out the car! Who is this guy? It's just a bit of puff Who is he? Don't know.
HEAVY BREATHING Tash! Darling, what is it? Tell Daddy.
What is it? There's a man in our back garden.
Let's call the police.
I'll handle it.
Be careful, darling.
SWING SQUEAKS Hello, James.
You're the only one who really knows what pain is.
This is your world.
We're passing through.
He's not in charge.
Her blood on your shirt Being raped .
.
her blood on your jeans .
.
leaves you angry .
.
her blood on your cap .
.
fearful Your word against mine.
Who will they believe? What if he hurts me? .
.
but, in the end, it leaves you cold.
You let Kat in there on her own with a rapist? I wanted to hurt you.
This lifetime of damage was all meant for you.
I can't tell you.
He has a wife and child.
We need you to suspend all investigations as of now.
Yeah, when I'm 30.
Oh, this your last one, then? This I have to see.
No, you don't.
Hey! I'm still your sister.
I wish you didn't pretend you trust me, Zoe.
You think I'm going to score some crack in the car park? Shaun! Gemma! Face the front! Don't look at my face! Have you got a pen? What? Have you got a pen? 'Don't misunderstand me, please, Gemma, I' If this isn't your unit's lifeblood, I don't know what is! I can't start a case without any expectation of getting a result.
Bullshit! You're just fobbing me off! Danielle Hunt.
This picture was taken late 1999, about a year before she went on the game.
Christmas 2000, she was touting for business behind Euston when someone jumped out of a car and bludgeoned her to death with a hammer.
The original investigation, and I use the term loosely, they drew a blank.
Well, presumably, she had her pimp? Solid alibi.
He was detained at Her Majesty's Pleasure for driving offences.
Now Danielle's ex-pimp, who has convictions for GBH, is definitely in my crosshairs No, no, no.
Whoa, there, Spence.
Just put that case aside for a while, will you? I've got a new case, well, a new old case.
What? The Gemma Morrison case.
Oh, my God! Have you got a new lead? Hello, Kat.
Hi.
I'm not late, am I? No, no.
You take a seat.
We'll do the rest later.
Gemma Morrison, right? Gemma Morrison.
October 14th 1997, aged 18, she was found beside St Helen's Bridge.
Shaun! Where? Tunbridge Wells.
And Adrian and Diane Hughes, they picked her up in a car.
Yeah, they hadn't got a mobile, so they took her to the hospital.
This is the medical report on Gemma.
You've assessed this case before? Yeah, we have.
No, I haven't.
We've assessed it a couple of times, but never reopened it.
So? So, would you put these photographs up on the board, and take this Danielle Hunt stuff off? What? Just give me a few days.
What, what? Spencer, a week.
What do you mean, a week? OK, a few weeks! I promise we'll go back to this case when we've finished with this one.
Bruising and lacerations to the temple and the scalp, there's peri-orbital swelling completely closed her right eye.
Fractures on the third, fourth and fifth ribs on the right.
Also on the right, the humerus, the skin overlying the right hip with underlying multiple fractures of the pelvic bone.
It wasn't until this examination that it became absolutely clear what had happened to Gemma Morrison.
Gemma and her ten-year-old brother Shaun, right, were on their way back from Come on - Shaun, Shaun, Shaun were on their way back from a local post office when the tyre on their car burst.
TYRE SQUEALS These two men stopped, ostensibly to give them help.
It's just an e-fit.
Yes, they're e-fits, but they abducted both of them at knifepoint.
One of them was called Jason.
The younger accomplice here referred to the older one, who was the driver, as Jason at some point.
There's a suggestion they used chloroform to subdue the victims.
It was never proved.
Yeah.
Inconclusive.
The important thing is the two men raped Gemma.
And then they threw Shaun and Gemma off the bridge.
Gemma survived, but Shaun, and here is the autopsy report, didn't.
Aged ten? And the men were never caught which is why we're here? Yeah, so do you have anything new? No, no, no! We don't.
No? We have the DNA from under Gemma's fingernails which presumably came from Well, that's good.
We've got a match.
No, there's still no match.
You haven't found a match? You probably want to know why we are reopening the case.
Yes.
Yeah.
Why are we? Well OK, well.
Last night, after celebrating her 30th birthday, Gemma tried to kill herself.
Solve the case, save the girl.
It's not a bad thing to do, is it? What if all we do is get Gemma's hopes up for nothing? Yeah, it's going to be hard, we've done that before and maybe it's impossible, we've done that before, but it's not our business not to do our damnedest, is it? This is what we live for, it's our lifeblood, this is why we get up in the morning, I mean, this case is everything, isn't it? Grace! Mm? We've looked at this case a dozen times, there are no leads.
You've got to talk to him.
But why have I got to talk to him? You have his ear.
Since when? Come on, Grace.
Look, Boyd's back to his old self, and do you know what, Spence? Personally, I'm glad to see it.
Is he? I'm not so sure.
It's like that film where the astronauts come back to Earth and they're exactly the same, but they're not.
And only their wives can tell.
He's lost his son, of course he's changed.
Exactly.
He couldn't save Luke so this is the next best thing it's therapy.
It's that identifying thing, that Projection? Projection.
Exactly.
So you agree with me, yeah? What is it, Spence? Stella dying, you know, it's and now, this new girl, who is she? He didn't even talk to us about her! It's just brought everything into focus, you know? Such as? I'm not happy in this unit.
I haven't been for ages.
I've outgrown it.
Is there anything we can do without an exact DNA match? The DNA database has its own self-checking algorithm for matching similar DNA.
If a close relative of the killer's was on the system, we'd know about it.
Not necessarily.
What do you mean? Correct me if I'm wrong but "similar" is not a scientific term, is it? No, it's not.
It's a subjective term producing subjective parameters for what constitutes similar and what doesn't.
Yeah.
What if we widen the parameters, just a teensy-weensy little bit? Just a little bit? Yeah.
OK, we get cousins That's good.
we get second cousins Good, I've got something to work with! We get possibly tens of thousands of people not related to the killer in any way.
It's like looking for all the people in England called Boyd, Boyd.
Some of them are going to be related to you but most of them aren't.
But if they live in or around my home town then the odds increase dramatically! Yes, but we don't know the killer's home town! It's the forensic equivalent of running into a forest blindfolded with your hands behind your back, naked! I don't care.
Widen the parameters! We're going to be deluged.
I want big, fat, wide parameters.
Yeah? They want me to see some counsellor and then I can go.
How are you feeling? Embarrassed.
Stupid.
Not disappointed? I am going to reopen the case.
Do you think I'll lose my driving licence? I'm sure you will, yeah.
Do you care? Can't you pull some strings? Oh, come on Gemma.
Is there some new evidence, then? No, but there are new techniques.
When I came to see you two years ago, you said there was no point.
No, I said there was no evidence.
When I came to see you six months ago you said there was no point.
What's changed? What do you think's changed? Huh? I was drunk, all right? So you don't want me to find them? Oh, piss off! I'm always asking myself Are they married? Have they got girlfriends? Have they got kids? Did one of them just walk past me in the street? But what I think about most is how often do they think of me and Shaun.
I was hoping one day that you'd be able to ask them that question yourself.
Oh, "one day", you hope.
I will do my best.
I will find them.
Should I be optimistic? If I say no, are you going to try and kill yourself again? You're a prick, you know that? Well, are you? Look, my team, at the moment, they're giving 95%, but if you came in and talked to them, told them yourself what happened, I think I can get them to pull the full 100.
My therapist will kick your arse.
Bet you wish you hadn't replied to my first e-mail.
I didn't.
I replied to your 147th.
Oh, stop exaggerating.
It's true.
How did you get my address anyway? Not telling you.
I'll wait outside and I can give you a lift.
No, it's OK, my brother-in-law's picking me up.
Are you going to call me? This is Andrew.
Andrew.
How are you doing? Gemma Come here.
Are you kidding? Not here.
Grace! Yes? What do you know about suicide? Well, sadly, it causes a fifth of all deaths amongst young men.
And what about women? They're more likely to attempt suicide but less likely to succeed.
Methods differ women tend to take pills, men will shoot, hang themselves, jump.
They'll make sure there's no coming back, right? Convenience plays a bigger part than you'd imagine - farmers will shoot themselves, vets take animal tranquillisers.
Look, I know what you're asking me.
Is she likely to try again, assuming that you were right about last night.
I'm right, Grace.
I know I know that I'm right.
The Freudian view of the act of suicide is one of repressed murderous rage and hate for others turning inwards.
In this case because the others are unidentified and unpunished.
I suppose so.
So according to Freud, if you can identify them, and bring them to justice, then the hatred has an outlet, doesn't it, a valve? Well, it's not quite as simple as that.
I didn't think it would be.
Look, say we find these men her facing them in court isn't going to be easy, is it? And her being under the scrutiny of a defence lawyer certainly isn't going to save her.
So we shouldn't try and catch them even though they're rapists and murderers? No, no, of course we should, I know.
What I'm saying to you is that you must let go now of any thought of trying to stop her doing it again.
OK.
Grace, do you think that Spence is happy in this unit? What do you mean? Well, do you think he feels, I don't know, that he's that he might have outgrown it? I think he might have, yeah.
TELEPHONE RINGS Boyd.
OK.
What have you got for me? It's all about constructing the right size sieve - if the holes are too big We get half the country - too small, we miss the guy.
Exactly.
So? So I've used mitochondrial DNA to look at the mother's side and YSDR DNA to look at the DNA And Repeat.
Very good.
If we could dig deeper in terms of relatedness We don't have to invade hundreds of people's lives.
I'm glad you brought that up, because there are civil liberties issues surrounding familial DNA searching.
How many profiles have we got? Twenty-two thousand, five hundred and twenty-eight.
And it's possible not one of them is related to our killer.
Twenty-two thousand oh, God.
Why do you think she brought Shaun? When I was ten my big sister avoided me like the plague.
He wanted to buy a Men In Black magazine, THE blockbuster of 1997.
I was too young, granddad.
Bollocks! It was only a PG.
You know the case pretty well, then? Yep.
I've read the file and re-read the file.
The original investigation was it thorough? Very.
They just didn't get lucky and there's no reason to suggest we will.
Still, let's not be defeatist.
I'd really like to see the location in the flesh.
Sure.
Why not? Spencer.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS 'Spence, it's Mike at Peckham.
'That pimp you were after surfaced.
'He's sitting in our nick waiting to pick up one of his girls who was in overnight.
'I can delay releasing the girl.
' OK, I'm leaving now, see you soon.
I've got to head into town another case.
What about this case? You go and familiarise yourself.
You need me to cover for you in case Boyd calls, right? Yeah.
Is that OK? OK.
Cheers.
Great.
OK.
You need to get some sleep, Gem, we both do.
You don't what a good person you are, Zo.
You think everyone's like you, but they're not.
Well, we're much more alike than you think.
Truly.
If you knew everything about me, I mean everything, you wouldn't say that.
You wouldn't even want me as a sister.
You'd give up on me like everyone else.
Well, that's not going to happen you're stuck with me.
Every day, I try to put myself in your shoes, try to imagine what you went through, what you live with.
You lost a brother too.
Don't do this.
He'd be finished at university by now.
He'd be getting his first job.
I should've stopped them.
Why did you have to bring the boy? You don't call the shots.
I let them take him out of the car.
I let them.
You didn't want him to see.
I let them.
I saved myself.
You had no idea what they were going to do.
I crawled up a hundred feet of rock with a smashed pelvis to save myself.
Why couldn't I save him? We're not having this conversation.
Not tonight.
Tonight, we have to be strong.
We have to be positive.
For Shaun.
Where's Spence? Er He went off to interview the girl on the till that night.
You know, for someone who used to work under cover, you're a terrible liar.
Get him on the phone.
Boyd? Hm? Yeah? Gemma Morrison's here with her sister.
OK.
Thanks for deciding to do this, Gemma.
OK.
Sorry about the audience, but I want everyone's input.
So, October 13th, 1997, you were studying for your A-levels.
Right.
I was doing some coursework, supposedly.
Mum said she needed some bread and milk picking up, so I volunteered.
But I had an ulterior motive.
I wanted to phone my boyfriend.
He was older than me and in his first year at Glasgow Uni.
So why didn't you use the phone at the house? Not after the last phone bill.
Shaun - why did you take him with you? Well, I didn't want him to come.
I didn't want to feel rushed on the phone, but he wanted this magazine and he was convinced I'd get the wrong one.
He was a very pedantic ten-year-old.
I got the shopping done quickly and went outside to use the payphone.
Leaving Shaun reading the magazines? I didn't leave him.
I could see him the whole time.
You came out with the stuff that you bought from the Post Office.
Did you put it in the car before you made the call? No.
It was only a couple of bags.
And after all that they didn't have the magazine he wanted, but he was just happy browsing the comics for a bit.
How long were you on the phone to your boyfriend? Half an hour.
See, the plan was for me to go to Glasgow uni with him, but I changed my mind.
That must have been a distressing phone call.
How did he take it? Oh, who cares? After that night he didn't want to know anyway.
So you made the call, you went back in the Post Office, you collected Shaun and took him straight back to the car? Yes.
We'd just turned off the main road.
Uncle Roy lets me sit in the front.
Uncle Roy's an irresponsible twat.
SOMETHING EXPLODES Jeez.
What is it? What happened? It's all right, Shaun.
Oh, great(!) Hiya.
Is everything OK? Yeah.
Well, no.
I've got a flat tyre.
Hop in.
We'll take you to a garage.
It's all right.
We live up the road.
Then we'll give you a lift home.
It's fine, we can walk.
I'm only trying to help.
I know.
It's fine, thank you.
If you make a fuss then the boy has to come too.
No, please.
No.
You said that it was the older man that did the talking and that it was the younger one that took decisive action.
He was the one I was afraid of.
No, please don't hurt him.
I'll come with you.
I'll come with you.
I'll do it.
You said in your original statement that you blacked out.
Yes.
Do you know what might have caused that? I don't know.
I remember a hand being in my face and I couldn't breathe.
That would be the chloroform in the report.
I thought they rejected that.
No, there was no histological evidence.
And Shaun, was he part of their plan? Do you think that they saw both of you and? I don't think so.
If that car hadn't have gone past, I think they would have left him.
Gemma! Shaun, get back in the car! Shit! Get back in the car! Why did you have to bring the boy? Shut up! Turn left here.
You don't call the shots! Gemma? Gemma? Shut up! Tell him to shut up! It's OK, Shaun, everything's going to be fine.
Face the front, bitch! Don't look in my face! The older one said, "You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" And I said, "Yes.
" And he said, "Well, you don't want your brother to see, do you?" And I said, "No.
" So he took Shaun out of the car.
As he was getting out, he looked at me really calmly and said "I love you, Gem.
" He'd never said that to me before.
Never.
No! Just do what I say! Gemma! He didn't just rape me.
He beat me with his fists.
He screamed at me, called me a bitch and a whore.
Just do what I say! Like he knew me.
Like I'd hurt him and he wanted revenge.
When I opened my eyes he'd gone.
And the older one was in the car, the driver.
He was crying.
He said he was sorry about his friend hurting me and that he felt bad.
Where's Shaun? Please take me to Shaun.
Yes.
But first I'm going to make love to you.
Like I know you want me to.
Finally, he let me out of the car.
Shaun Shaun? Shaun! SHAUN! Where is he?! Where is he?! What have you done?! Jesus.
Shaun! No! No! Shaun! No! No! Shaun! Please help! Where's Shaun? It's all right.
It's all right.
Shaun! It's all right.
Shaun! It's all right.
Shaun! Shaun! Shaun! Shaun! Do it! Do it, Jason! Shaun! Do it! No! No! No! No! No! Will you excuse me for a minute? When I came out of the water, I realised I was still alive.
I couldn't believe it.
It felt like hours had gone by but it must have only been a few minutes.
Shaun? Shaun? SHAUN! I'd broken my arm and several ribs and shattered my pelvis.
But I felt no pain.
Come on, Gem.
Let's get you home.
Call me if you need to talk.
I don't think it was a blowout.
The original investigation deemed this a crime of opportunity.
Sexual offences usually are.
They reasoned that if the tyre had been sabotaged in some way, say, slashed or let down, then Gemma and Shaun would have been safely stranded in the car park.
Ah, but instead they were nearly home when it burst.
Right, which suggests plain old bad luck, like a piece of glass or a bald patch wearing out.
Any evidence of that? No, but there is evidence of something else.
If you look in here.
right, can you see this discolouration? Oh, yes.
It's absent in the other tyres.
So how come the original investigation didn't see that? I don't know.
I don't know.
It's possible that depigmentation occurred some time later, maybe even months later.
And do you know what caused it? No.
Not yet.
OK.
I'll leave you to it, then.
Thanks, Eve.
Oh, Grace! Yup? You won't say anything to Boyd just yet, will you? I'll have him camped out in here.
Sure.
Thanks.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Leave it.
If they're dying, they'll call 999.
Hello? Oh, hello, Mr Pargeter.
Gemma Well, you should have about .
.
I can't do this any more.
I can always arrange to get some more Do what? What do you think? Oh, that.
Yes, that.
OK.
Let's not do it any more.
Well, what do you want me to say? "Andrew, please don't end it, not now, when I'm weak and vulnerable.
" I love you.
Look, Andrew, I only slept with you because you're Zoe's.
You don't mean that.
I can't even remember what you look like naked.
You don't appreciate her.
She loves you.
I know, and I'd be lost without her.
You're so ungrateful.
She gives, I take.
Even her husband.
Keep your voice down.
She loves tending to the meek.
You know what you forget? I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.
You weren't the only one who lost a brother.
Gemma! For God's sake! What the hell is going on? ECHOES: Gemma! It's my fault.
I said something stupid.
What happened, Andrew? Oh, she made some snippy comment about you.
So what's new? I know.
I just said she could be more grateful.
She's my sister, Andrew.
She doesn't have to be grateful for anything.
Hi.
Hi.
Everything OK? Yeah.
Fine.
I just, um We haven't talked.
About what? I don't know, me joining the unit? OK, let's talk about you joining the unit.
Take a seat.
Forget it.
OK.
You know, it isn't my first day at school PHONE RINGS .
.
but I've just come out of uniform and it is a big change.
A change that you talked me into.
I know.
I know.
Yeah? OK.
Get everyone up to the lab.
Where the hell were you? Trichloromethane, or chloroform, is a highly volatile solvent with a boiling point of 62 degrees centigrade.
Presumptive tests suggest that the damage inflicted on Gemma's car tyre here was caused by trichloromethane.
The discolouration that you can see here - a possible result of it leaching a dye from the rubber and then redepositing it on evaporation.
It's important to note that the chloroform would've acted on the tyre in two ways.
Firstly, as a solvent, it would've damaged and weakened the tyre wall and, secondly, on evaporating, it would cause the pressure in the tyre to increase and, as this happens, the now-weakened tyre wall would expand until itburst.
So it wasn't an unlucky blowout? Planned and premeditated, which would suggest the efficiency of practice.
You're not going to go to the trouble to disable a tyre, if you're never going to use the practice again? No.
Suggesting more than one victim? Mm-hmm.
So the chloroform's used to disable the victim and the car, the tyre? How would they get the chloroform into the tyre? There's nothing on the market available that would be suitable so he must have adapted some sort of compressed gas canister .
.
in order to inject it in.
They could've done it at the Post Office.
Gemma was on the phone to her boyfriend for half an hour.
Plenty of time for them to sabotage the wheel.
Yeah.
If this isn't a one-off, we should be looking for unsolved sexual offences pre-'97, post-'97, involving the disabling of a car and .
.
two perpetrators.
Should I input those factors into the search engine? Yeah.
You won't be able to because mid-'90s, it's not downloaded on to the national database.
But the National Crime Academy have been doing a massive study into sex crime methodology going back 40 years.
But that's not going to be available for ages.
They've been mopping up as they go along, inputting cases, solved and unsolved.
How do you know that? My old DI's on the collating team.
We've always stayed on good terms so I'm sure she'll give us a sneak preview.
Or me, anyway.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
It's OK.
I'm sorry.
Ssh.
Ssh.
It's OK.
What I don't understand is what these two are doing together in the first place.
There are precedents for sexual predators working in pairs.
Well, these two are anything but a pair.
The older perpetrator is a textbook power-assurance rapist.
He apologised for his actions, he used minimal force, he referred to the act of rape as "making love," and he displayed genuine concern for Gemma.
He threw her off a bridge! Yes, only because his partner in crime had already thrown her brother off the bridge.
Do it, Jason! Do it! So he was motivated to do that by his partner but what about the rape? Was that? No, we're talking about two completely different predators.
You wouldn't question that there can be different reasons to kill.
And the same is true of rapists.
All right, so the older guy, Jason, what are his reasons for raping? Well, his crimes substitute for the intimacy he craves with women but he can't have.
Why? Cos he's ugly? No.
He may be ugly, but he may not be ugly.
Look, most men earn intimacy, respect, admiration.
The rapist doesn't - he just takes it.
He needs to be needed.
Imagining that the woman actually fancies him fuels his fantasy, makes it real, exciting.
So for the power-assurance rapist then, he doesn't see his rapes as crimes but more likeblind dates? In some cases they try to get the victim's phone number to make arrangements to see them again.
God! What about this guy? Anger retaliatory rapist.
His sexual violence is the displaced expression of the anger and rage he feels inside.
So, more dangerous? More likely to kill? Yes.
More likely to make mistakes? Yes.
It's a pity we don't have his DNA, isn't it, really? His victim stands in for the person he really hates.
It could be his mother, his wife, his partner, his boss - whoever.
And, unlike the other rapist, who finds it difficult to form attachments, he is quite likely to be in a steady relationship.
So the only thing not textbook is the fact that these two were teamed up in the first place? That's correct.
So how are you, Spencer? Can't complain.
National Crime Squad's always on the lookout for fresh talent, new blood.
I'll bear that in mind.
Is Boyd behaving himself? You know Boyd.
Boyd's Boyd.
How are your sex offenders? Nice segue! We call it the real 40 years of hurt.
I'm cataloguing four decades of the most sick and depraved crimes to blight this fair isle and you know what the worst part is? Go on.
Coppers' grammar.
Coppers' spelling.
Coppers' handwriting.
I spend my life trying to work out whether it says "petrol" or "penis"! Hi, Maureen.
Hi, Boyd.
Sorry it's so late but you didn't have to come in person.
Oh, yes, I did.
We do get e-mail down here.
Owing to the mass of detail pertaining to child sex cases the lawyers have instructed us not to send any part of the study via electronic mail until its completion.
Well, that told me.
Grace you know, right? Hi, Grace.
OK, the criteria for unsolved rapes mid-'90s, two offenders and incapacitating vehicles is drawing a blank.
Not one hit? Not one hit.
Because the criteria are wrong.
OK, try looking for one offender.
OK.
Why only one? Because October 13th was a nightmare for Gemma and Shaun.
Yes, but it was a disaster for those two.
Exactly.
Nothing in Gemma's account suggests they worked as a team, and their divergent profiles back that up.
OK, we have four unsolved rapes between '94 and '96 where the victims' cars were incapacitated prior to the attacks.
Specifically, their tyres were sabotaged.
Where? Greater Manchester.
OK, you print that out for me, I want to read that tonight.
Thanks, Maureen.
Invoice is in the post.
New talent? Fresh blood? Don't flirt with me, Spence.
You're married.
Spence! And you know it.
Now, this is the E-fit that was issued by Manchester CID after the description given by these four women - all attacked after their cars suffered punctures or blowouts.
Serial rapists always target specific types and that never changes.
So our womenall 30ish, middle-class, wealthy, reflected in the cars they drive - Audis, Mercedes, BMWs Like Gemma, who's 18 and drives a clapped-out Fiesta(!) If it WAS our older offender, it proves that the younger offender was calling the shots that night.
So this was a rare partnership, a sort of one-off? Well, I believe so.
The first two rapes took place in June and December '94, and the last two, March and August '96.
Nothing in '95.
Well, prison's always the best bet there.
Check for Jasons in prison.
So, looking at the sequence and dispersal of the crimes, can this give us any idea where this man might have lived? Well, the key to understanding an evolving MO is to go back to the beginning.
Right.
We start with Stacey Adams.
Now, that was the first reported attack but it was hasty, it was crude.
No chloroform, just a straightforward nail in the tyre.
So the car didn't get very far? No.
Also she reported that he was unable to perform, he was agitated and she fought back.
The next rape takes place 30 miles further on - that's Sarah Marsh.
Are you saying he needed to drive a longer distance to get an erection? No, I'm serious.
I know you are.
And it's possible.
But my theory is more likely that he didn't want to be identified if he failed again, so he went further afield.
By this time he was using chloroform so he was controlling it more.
So he wanted to control the distance the car went before the tyre burst.
That's assuming he came from the same start point each time.
The second attack went like clockwork so the next time - Jackie Holmes - he ventures, what? 20 miles? Yeah, and the fourth - Martina Johns - is only 15 miles away.
So my educated hunch is that the perpetrator lives or works within ten miles' radius of the first attack.
So I'm narrowing the DNA search to the Salford area.
Right, the closest familial DNA match is this one, Matthew Grant, and he lives only two miles away from where the first attack took place in June 1994.
So the chances are he is nephew, cousin to rapist Jason? Yeah.
Possibly.
Possibly The bad news is he's only should have been destroyed.
Are you giving me this European High Court stuff? I'm not interested.
Yes, because he volunteered the information.
We should've destroyed it.
He's innocent.
He did it for purposes of elimination after a break-in at his school Yeah, but his DNA is going to be on this database forever, whatever you think! That's what I'm saying, and there are serious civil liberty Civil liberties are not my problem when investigating a case! It will be if he's got a mother with a good lawyer! You think I'll knock on his door and say, "You've got the same DNA as a rapist and murderer called Jason"?! Well, I hope you're not going to do that! I'm not.
Wait Boyd? Yeah? What are you going to do? I'm going to do my job.
You've done yours and I thank you.
How was your Matthew Grant interview? Yeah, it was successful.
Will you be long? I've no idea.
I'll be about another hour.
Kat? Yeah, yeah.
I'm here.
Good, OK.
The contents of Matthew Grant's computer, all right? How did you get this? Don't ask! Just look for any connections to a Jason.
Matthew Grant sent several e-mails to a Jason Bloch and DVLA records show that Jason Bloch lived in Salford, Manchester until 1997 when he moved to Kent.
He also lost his licence for a year Yeah, don't tell me - '95.
Year of no rape.
And when he lost his licence, he also lost his job.
Signed on in Manchester for a bit before he moved down south to his registered address which is a college, five miles outside Tunbridge Wells.
What sort of college is that? Some kind of crammer.
Looks a bit fur coat and no knickers - probably aimed at disappointed parents with more money than sense.
But what I'm thinking is that he must be some sort of caretaker, handyman, something like that.
OK, good.
This is what our suspect looked like in 1997.
I'm going to make love to you.
SHE COUGHS Just hold on a second.
Yeah? 'We're in position round the back.
' All right, Spence.
We're parking up now.
OK.
BELL RINGS Coming.
I'm coming.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
And this is Doctor Foley.
Yeah, we're here to see Jason Bloch? Jason's my husband.
He's in the shower.
Can I help? All right We can wait for him to dry off.
Well, come in.
Right.
The bridge thing.
Yes, the"bridge thing".
That was just after I'd moved down south.
Yes, it was, well, that's actually the point.
We're using DVLA records to contact all adult males who moved into the Kent area around the time that that crime was committed.
Who's to say that the killer wasn't born and bred? Good question, Mr Bloch.
There was another murder a year previously, a young girl.
All the men in the area were asked to give a DNA sample.
That's what you want? A DNA sample? Yeah, we do.
Well, not now.
Tomorrow morning? Between nine and twelve.
Can't do tomorrow morning.
Sorry.
I'm busy.
Well, you'll have to cancel because we've set everything up.
We're expecting you.
Well, there's nothing like notice.
And that was nothing like notice.
See you tomorrow, Mr Bloch.
You're fond of chivalry, Mrs Bloch.
I think most women are.
We all secretly want to be rescued and protected.
Grace? Like Andromeda? She was rescued by Perseus, her future husband.
Perseus is one of my nicknames for Jase.
What are the other ones? You're mocking us.
No.
It's OK.
Most of our mates think it's a bit sad.
I'd agree with them.
I think it's pathetic.
How dare you? # Will you hear a Spanish lady # How an Englishman she wooed? # Though he held her as his captive # Ever gentle was his mood # Tho' by birth and parentage Of high degree # Wept she when the order came To set her free # If he warns his accomplice now, it's a hell of a risk.
What's in it for him? The other thing you need to take on board is the fact that they may not have had contact since it happened.
No, they may not have done.
But if he's ever going to make contact with him, it'll be tonight.
Because this is his last night as a free man and he knows that.
Yep.
Shaved head, shaved eyebrows.
Makes you think he's active again.
HE HUMS Don't you think, "My God, I've got a weird job"? Compared to what? Your job? I mean, I think your job's weirder than my job.
Your job's all abstract, isn't it? Nothing concrete.
You deal in sort of airy-fairy stuff.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS At least I get down to the nitty-gritty.
Hello, Spence.
'He must have made contact.
He's heading into the woods on foot.
' Yeah, OK.
We're off.
See? I was right.
Thank goodness.
Yeah? What's happening? 'He's got in a car with a possible suspect.
' OK, well, stay where you are.
'I'm nearly there.
' 'Bloch's just got out the car but the driver's still inside.
' 'OK, take him.
' OK.
Let's go.
Police! Halt! Hands on the wheel! Hands on the wheel! What are you doing? It's not him! He's 50 if he's a day.
Where's Bloch? We lost him.
It was one or the other.
Out the car! Who is this guy? It's just a bit of puff Who is he? Don't know.
HEAVY BREATHING Tash! Darling, what is it? Tell Daddy.
What is it? There's a man in our back garden.
Let's call the police.
I'll handle it.
Be careful, darling.
SWING SQUEAKS Hello, James.
You're the only one who really knows what pain is.
This is your world.
We're passing through.
He's not in charge.
Her blood on your shirt Being raped .
.
her blood on your jeans .
.
leaves you angry .
.
her blood on your cap .
.
fearful Your word against mine.
Who will they believe? What if he hurts me? .
.
but, in the end, it leaves you cold.
You let Kat in there on her own with a rapist? I wanted to hurt you.
This lifetime of damage was all meant for you.
I can't tell you.
He has a wife and child.
We need you to suspend all investigations as of now.