Waking the Dead (2000) s08e04 Episode Script

Shaun!Gemma Morrison.
October 14th, 1997, aged 18, she was found beside St Helen's Bridge.
Shaun! Gemma and her ten-year-old brother, Shaun, were on their way back from the local Post Office when the tyre on their car burst.
These two men stopped, ostensibly to give them help, but they abducted both of them at knifepoint.
No, please don't One of them was called Jason.
Then they threw Shaun and Gemma off the bridge.
Gemma survived, but Shaun didn't.
Last night, after celebrating her thirtieth birthday, Gemma tried to kill herself.
Shaun! Should I be optimistic? If I say no, are you going to try and kill yourself again? There are serious civil liberties ramificationsNot my problem when I'm investigating a case! Well, they'll be your problem if he's got a mother who has a good lawyer.
So, how are you, Spencer? Can't complain.
National Crime Squad's always on the lookout for fresh talent, new blood.
I'm not happy in this unit.
I haven't been for ages.
I've outgrown it.
We have four unsolved rapes between '94 and '96 where the victims' cars were incapacitated.
Presumptive tests suggest that the damage inflicted on Gemma's car tyre here was caused by trichloromethane.
Look, Andrew, I only slept with you because you're Zoe's.
You don't mean that.
This is what our suspect looked like in 1997.
What I'm thinking is that he must be some sort of caretaker, handyman, something like that.
That's what you want? A DNA sample? Yeah, we do.
Don't flirt with me, Spence.
You're married.
Spence! And you know it.
Now, tell Daddy.
What is it? There's a man in our back garden.
Hello, James.
The police came to see me.
The Cold Case Unit.
They want a DNA sample.
So, this is my last night as a free man .
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and I'm choosing to spend it with you.
I hope you're touched.
Youare going to look after my wife until the day she dies.
Her name is Miranda.
And I mean look after.
She comes first, before little Natasha, before your wife.
How do you know my daughter's name? I know a lot more than that.
I've followed your life with great interest, Mr Heart Surgeon.
You evil bastard.
The police will be watching your wife's bank account until the day she dies.
Then you better be clever.
Subtle.
It's not as if you don't have motivation.
Is that Helen I can see looking out the window? Give us a hug, Jason.
A big, tight one.
Your word against mine.
Who do you think they're going to believe? You, of course.
But I'm not relying on my word.
Remember when I told you I burnt your clothes in the incinerator? I lied.
Her blood on your shirt.
WOMAN MOANS Her blood on your jeans.
MOANING Her blood on your cap.
They're all stashed away for a rainy day.
And it's pouring.
So?He's the father of a patient of mine.
A little boy.
Died in surgery.
That's very sad.
But why is he at our house? Just wanted to talk.
How does he know where we live? I told him.
I told him he could call or visit whenever he wanted.
Well, he took you at your word, then! I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Oh I didn't know what to think.
I called the bloody police.
You did what?Obviously, I hung up when I saw you knew him.
I'm sorry, what part of "I'll handle it," did you not understand? I was scared.
Again! What part of "I'll handle it" did you not understand?! Tash, darling, are you all right? Don't worry, Mummy's just got herself into a state, that's all.
She's a panicker, your mum.
Absolutely bloody useless in a crisis.
Not like our little Lara Croft here.
Let's get you to bed.
MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS Where've you been, Jason? Let me guess.
You went for a drive.
To clear your head, yeah? Let's go.
Through here, please.
I don't see why you need my clothes.
All right, well, you tell us what you were doing last night.
I went for a drive.
To clear my head.
That's why we need your clothes.
All yours.
Thanks.
You can change into this.
I'm not comfortable getting undressed in front of a woman.
Tough.
Great.
I'm going to take a DNA sample as well.
Shaun!No, it's all right.
It's all right.
No, you're all right.
Do it, Jason! Shaun!Do it! OK, open.
You're a classic man-hater, aren't you? Dried-up, resentful.
Gagging for it.
Open.
So we've matched your DNA to skin tissue recovered from under Gemma Morrison's fingernails.
The result of her attempt to stop you throwing her off St Helen's Bridge.
No comment.
Good old "no comment.
" The last refuge of the truly screwed.
OK, doesn't matter, we've got you for kidnapping, rape, attempted murder, accessory to murder, so let's talk about the boy.
Ten-year-old Shaun.
Because rape is one thing, child murder is distinctly another.
Jesus Is there anything you want to tell us about Shaun's murder, Jason? About your role in it? If you did have a role in it.
And, if you did, now's the time to speak.
No comment.
OK, right, for the record, can you give us the name of your accomplice on the night of 13th October 1997? No comment.
But don't you think it's ironic that you're protecting this person, given the fact that you wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't for him? I mean, he gave us your name, for Christ's sake!You know, Jason, I think your biggest regret is that you stopped working alone, you ceded control, you let someone in, someone completely different to you.
And these womenIn Manchester, what you did to these women, that was completely different.
You never involved kids, you certainly didn't kill anyone.
Yes, you had sex with them, but you didn't brutalise them, you didn't set out to harm them.
You had rules, you had limits.
You wanted these women to love you.
And, in turn, you loved these women.
But himHe's a different animal, different beast.
No comment.
If you don't speak up now, Jason, no-one's going to make that distinction, not even Miranda.
You'll be tarred with the same brush.
No comment.
What is the up-side of protecting him? There is no up-side, not for you.
So, it must be for someone else.
Are we talking about Miranda here? Is that what you were off negotiating last night? You wanted to get him to help Miranda? Well, listen to me, Jason.
Will you pleaselisten to me? Because if Miranda's going to have anything resembling a life after her association with you, it's going to be a long way from here.
She'll have a new name, a new identity that about three people in the world will know.
Not you, not me and certainly not him, so if he's promising you something, he's not going to be able to deliver.
Miranda will never abandon me.
She's already endured more pain and misery than you can imagine.
A few dirty looks and newspaper articles won't freak her out.
I was thinking more like, you know, national pariah.
Kids pushing over her wheelchair, parents petrol-bombing your flat.
Is that what you think she deserves?No comment.
His DNA is a match, so there is no doubt, and his name is Jason.
Well, what about the other one? The one who killed Shaun? We haven't identified him yet.
You mean, he won't tell you? I didn't say that.
Is he in the building? Is he here now? I don't know where he is.
Can't you make him tell you? Make him?Yes, can't you force him? Can't you torture him, or something? Don't be bloody ridiculous, Gemma! Bloch turned his mobile phone off last night, but from the last point of triangulation, we can tell that he was heading east.
Towards the coast? Yes, which tallies with the chalk dust that I found in his tyres.
I also found these minute particles of plant material mixed in with the chalk dust.
What plant is that? I'm awaiting species verification.
OK, and then there's this.
Which I retrieved from under Bloch's boot tread.
Synthetic.
Synthetic.
Some form of rubber compound.
OK.
That's all I've got.
Her blood on your shirt.
Her blood on your jeans.
Her blood on your cap.
All stashed away for a rainy day.
CLATTER Hello?Security.
Are you with the police? Yeah.
Dr Eve Lockhart.
Got any ID?Er We had some reporters nosing around earlier.
Yep.
Right you are.
OK.
Sorry I startled you.
OK.
You're not some brute animal that takes what he wants regardless.
He is.
You have a heart, a soul.
A soul of a lover.
The last thing you are is a rapist.
Firm, yeah.
Forceful even.
But always appreciative, always attentive to your woman's needs, right? I try to be.
Modest, too.
You're a throwback, Jason Bloch, to a time when men were men.
And women were glad of it? Exactly.
These women, they weren't victims, that's just the modern world's prejudice talking, we both know that.
Right? These were old-fashioned damsels in distress, who thanked their lucky stars that you came along.
I did what any man would do.
Jason, if only that were true.
But I know from personal experience that men like you are in short supply.
You do? Mm.
Last Christmas .
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I was on my way to meet some friends and I broke down.
What happened? What happened was that nobody stopped to help me.
I would have stopped.
It was dark.
Raining.
Middle of nowhere.
My mobile was out of charge.
I couldn't I was desperate.
I would have helped you.
Christ, I would have helped you.
Would you?For sure.
Would you have put my world to rights? In a heartbeat.
Fixed my car? Got me out of the rain? Abso-bloody-lutely.
Got me somewhere safe and warm? Jesus Christ! Jason, I'm worried about your friend.
What if he hurts me, like he hurt Shaun and Gemma?He's not my friend.
It doesn't matter.
He wants me.
I won't let him spoil things.
He wants me all to himself and he's in charge.
He's not in charge.
He's a kid.
What if he hurts me, like he hurt Gemma?I'll kill him first.
You're scared of him, Jason.
I'll kill him with my bare hands.
Empty promises won't save me.
I'm not scared of him, all right? Then tell me his name.
Kat.
You gave him a hard-on, but you didn't get an answer.
He was that close to giving me his name.
No points for trying, Kat.
Grace!Yes? In the interview just now, Bloch was being teased about Have you been back in with Bloch? No, I haven't, but Kat has, yeah.
On her own? She's been in with Bloch on her own?Yeah, it was fine, I was watching.
It's not a problem.
What are you thinking, Boyd?Oh Boyd, are you insane? You let Kat in there on her own with a rapist? I said I was watching.
I've got a lead here.
Are you interested in what I've got to say, or not?Yes.
Right, Bloch referred to his partner as a kid.
Well, Gemma ID'd him as a young man in his early 20s, and to some people, that would be a kid.
Yeah, but what if he wasn't in his early 20s? What if, what he was referring to as a kid, he was a kid who's 18 and he was a student at the crammer? Bloch hadn't been in the area very long, he didn't have many friends, he was the caretaker, so the kids might have thought that was cool for about five minutes and they might have bonded.
Yeah, OK.
You'd better get back onto the college.
Yeah.
And don't play games with Kat like you did with Stella.
What is it, Zoe?I was trying to remember the other day.
How many universities is it you've dropped out of? Is it four?What?Five? There was always something wrong, wasn't there? The course, the students, the inadequate lighting on campus.
ZoeAre you going to spend your whole life blaming those men for every stupid, callous, messed-up decision you make? Because if you are, what's the point? What is the point? I'm sorry.
Of course you're sorry.
How could you, Gemma, how could you? I threw myself at him, it was my fault.
Don't blame him.
How long? Weeks? Months?Weeks.
Don't do anything stupid, Zo.
What? Like get pissed and drive into a tree? Like get a bloody divorce, or anything, I'm not worth it.
Please don't.
For once, let's not make this about you, about poor, meek, screwed-up Gemma, who really can't help herself, can't be held responsible for anything.
You're not that bloody meek, are you? Just give me a reason.
Please.
I wanted to hurt you.
Why?Because I depend on you and I resent it.
Because you pity me and I thought it would be fun to turn the tables.
Because you're strong and I'm weak and I hate it.
I hate it.
I don't know who you are.
I really don't know who you are.
Eve? Eve, I think I've got something.
Is there a date on it? '97.
The headmaster ID'd the kid in the baseball cap as James Mitcham.
He attended Tythehurst College '97/'98, where he became a star pupil.
Walked in with two Ds and an E, and walked out with three straight As.
He's a heart surgeon based in North Kent District General and one of the youngest consultants in the country.
Mitcham now lives in Deal, on the east coast of Kent, approximately one hour's drive due east of Tythehurst College.
The journey time fits with Bloch's absence on the night of his arrest.
And the plant material I retrieved from Bloch's tyre is Ajuga chamaepitys.
It's an extremely rare plant, it's endangered.
It can only be found in about 12 locations in the south-east of England.
RightAlso, Mitcham's report says he was "withdrawn" and "distanced himself from his peers.
" OK, you've wrapped it up for this guy.
For the sake of argument, let's say this is our man and there doesn't seem to be an argument that opposes that theory.
So why, Grace, why would he team himself up with Bloch? That's what I want to know.
They're diametrically opposed in their method of rape.
Yes, but that doesn't preclude them recognising something in each other.
What?Well, a sense of entitlement, a potential for transgression.
So, Bloch's the boss and he's, what, showing Mitcham the ropes, yeah? Not necessarily.
Yeah, well He got away with four rapes up in Manchester.
Bloch profiles as a power-assurance rapist, his crimes stem from a chronic lack.
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of self-esteem.
We got that.
There's your answer.
His narcissism is such that getting away with the Manchester rapes in itself becomes a source of irritation.
He has no-one Because he's isolated.
Exactly.
He can't pass that information on to anyone and get a buzz from that.
But Mitcham, who pays an interest in him, he can, so Mitcham, being intelligent, boosts Bloch's self-esteem.
Is that what you're saying? Yes.
It's a symbiotic relationship.
But if this man has a dangerous personality disorder and he is a heart surgeon, how does he practise as a heart surgeon for the last five years? How does he A, hold that job down and B, why doesn't he re-offend? Well, how do you know he hasn't? James isn't here at the moment.
He's gone to pick up our little girl from a friend's, but come in.
Thank you.
Thank you.
He didn't mention you were coming.
Well, he didn't know.
It's nothing to worry about, we're just tracking everyone down who went to Tythehurst College during the late '90s.
Is it about the man you've arrested? The caretaker?That's right.
Jason Bloch.
Do you want some tea?No, not for me, thanks.
No, thank you.
Sorry to barge in on you like this.
How long have you and James known each other?Since forever.
It was a teenage romance that went the distance, against all the odds.
Good for you.
University, medical school.
We're inseparable, really.
Well, almost, cos you didn't go to Tythehurst crammer, did you? No.
No, I didn't.
You're the brainy one.
Do you mind if I? Didn't need a second chance.
No, well, my mother didn't walk out on me two weeks before my A-levels.
Mummy! Mummy! Mummy, guess what?! Who are you?Hello.
I'm a policeman.
I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd.
I'm the very handsome man in the picture there.
Have you come to catch the man in the garden? Come on, you.
Well Vivid imagination.
He was on my swing in the middle of the night.
Oh, right.
Come on, Tash.
My name's James Mitcham.
Dr Foley.
It's about Jason Bloch, I take it? I heard the news.
Yeah.
He was such a gentle soul, I was shocked.
We hear you were pretty close.
I think we both felt a little bit out of place.
He'd just come down from Liverpool Manchester.
Manchester, yeah, my mistake.
.
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and I didn't have much in common with the other kids.
So you spent a bit of time together? I used to go round his flat, smoke a bit of spliff, listen to his old Grateful Dead albums, you know? I know what you're going to ask me.
Did I ever see him with anyone else who might be your other suspect? There were two of them, right? Right.
Well?Jason was a bit of a loner, but I do remember sometime that autumn, a friend of his came to visit him from up North.
Do you have any recollection of what this friend looked like? I never met him.
I think he crashed for a few days on Jason's sofa, but Jason wasn't allowed guests, so he never introduced us.
So, I don't suppose you remember a name? Sorry.
It was twelve years ago.
Yeah, it was.
When did you last see or hear from Jason Bloch? Never.
Not since I left Tythehurst.
It was just a fleeting friendship.
Why would I?Yeah, he was just the caretaker, after all.
If you want to be brutally honest about it, yeah.
So what was a bright lad like you doing at a crammer in the first place? I just had too much fun at school.
Too much cricket, too many parties, just took my eye off the ball.
Your wife says it's because your mother walked out two weeks before you took your A-levels.
That didn't help, certainly, but, er I'm not going to blame her.
I'm a firm believer that we're masters of our own destiny right the way down the line.
Amen to that.
Do you think he was a batsman or a bowler?You're asking me? He doesn't look like a cricketer, does he? What does a cricketer look like? Just give us a second.
Wow! Look at this! Fantastic! My daddy built it for me when I was a baby.
Yeah, you've got your very own play park! Amazing! My daddy doesn't like me going to the big park.
No? He said it's not safe.
He's probably right.
You any good on the swing?Yeah.
Can you go high? I can go higher than you.
I bet you can't.
Bet I can.
I bet you can't.
Bet I can.
What was the man you saw at the window? Was he any good on the swings? Nope.
He just sat there looking at my window.
Yeah? What did he look like? I didn't see him.
I imagined it.
You imagined it.
See? I'm higher than you.
You're not.
What did you imagine he looked like? He didn't have any hair.
He's a baldy?Yeah.
Mr Potato Head?Yeah.
Homework.
Bye.
Bye.
SHE SCREAMS That first year at Cambridge when I was stuck at the crammer.
Not going to let that one go, are you?No, I'm not, cos you've never told me the truth.
Yes, I have.
About a million times.
Come on.
I don't mind.
Exactly how much of a whore were you? Hey.
You're not serious, are you? We had something pure, Helen.
And you destroyed it.
James You're scaring me.
I should hope so.
A good scare's what you need.
Was he there?Wait a second, wait a second.
Yeah, but was he there?Give me a chance.
I used IR spectroscopy and GC and mass spec to compare the two rubber samples, the one I retrieved from Bloch's boot tread and the other one that you collected from Mitcham's garden.
Can you prove Bloch was there? And we appear to have a match.
Unbelievable.
But it's not a fingerprint, Boyd.
So, phone records, is there anything on the logs? I trawled through Bloch's cell and landline records going back five years.
No calls to or from James Mitcham.
That's why he went to Mitcham's in person, didn't want to leave a trail, did he? If Mitcham's guilty, how does he live with himself? Day to day, how has he reconciled it with being a father? Fundamentally, he doesn't acknowledge that anyone else has emotions.
He's self-aware and intelligent, he knows what's acceptable and he acts accordingly, right? He can do grief, he can do guilt, he can even do kindness but, in the end, it's mimicry, it means nothing.
Basically, you're dealing with a sociopath, so getting him in and shouting at him is a complete waste of time, right? Boyd, it'd be a complete waste of time.
Complete waste of time, yeah.
Your daughter told me that she saw a man in your back garden who had no hair.
She said that he appeared in the middle of the night.
I know which night, it was Thursday, I even know the time, it was 11.
My daughter has a healthy imagination.
I don't think anyone imagined the aborted phone call to the police at 11:23 that night.
My wife can be a bit jumpy.
She thought she heard an intruder.
How long do you think Jason Bloch is going to keep quiet? I mean, what kind of a life do you think you're going to have, you know, waiting for the day when he decides to squeal? You promised that you'd help Miranda.
How the hell are you going to do that with us looking over your shoulder for the rest of your natural life? Jason Bloch is a man I knew briefly 12 years ago.
I haven't seen or heard from him since and, unless I'm mistaken, you can't prove otherwise.
Your wife said that you were a teenage romance that went the distance.
Yes? So when you were at that crammer you obviously kept on this relationship with her? Yes, of course.
Yeah, where was she? At Cambridge and I joined a year later.
Oh.
Always a year behind.
Yes.
So, she's a good-looking woman, you must've been worried when she was at university, whether she was going to get through freshers' week untouched? No, not remotely.
I only ask that because your old headmaster, he said that you weren't a happy camper, which I sympathise with.
Your mother had walked out, you'd screwed up your A-levels and your girlfriend's at university working her way through the rugby team while you're stuck in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of morons.
It must've been humiliating.
I didn't enjoy it, no.
Left behind, abandoned, written off, essentially by two women in your life - your mother and your girlfriend, Helen.
It's understandable you would've developed a real anger,frustration, rage even, at these two women.
Where is he?! What have you done?!! So why throw a 10-year-old boy off the bridge? You know, Eichmann made an interesting observation at his war crimes trial in '62.
He said, "I was the first lieutenant of the Nazi Party for six years "but I've been Ricardo Clement, foreman of a car factory in Buenos Aires for 15 years.
" And what do you think about that? I think it's an interesting observation, that's all.
Is that what you cling to? That the passing years and the patients you've saved somehow atone for Shaun and Gemma? Or deep down do you know that that's just a crock of self-serving shit? I'm doing you a disservice, aren't I? You haven't clung to anything, that's just me projecting my own pathetic weakness, my endless capacity for guilt and introspection, but other people's pain, other people's tears - that's just background noise to you, isn't it? You're the only one who truly feels, you're the only one who really knows what pain is.
This is your world and we're just passing through it and it frustrates the hell out of you that other people can't see it when it's so self-evident to you.
It's probably why you're such a good surgeon.
You have no empathy for the person under the knife which makes it quicker, cleaner, easier.
Schew! It's just like slicing up a piece of steak.
OK, unless I nodded off back there you haven't charged me which means you've nothing resembling a case, which means I'd like to go.
I've a six-month-old patient waiting for me.
'Emergency - which service do you require? 'Police.
I need the police to come to my house.
'Police Switchboard.
How can I help you? 'Hello? 'Hello?' I need the police to come to MY house.
Yes, I thought I heard something An intruder.
Where was your husband? Where was he? Why didn't he make the call? "I need the police to come to my house.
" He wasn't in the house because he was in the garden, wasn't he? Talking to this man just like your daughter said.
But I didn't see anyone and neither did Natasha.
Don't lie to me, Helen or I'll put you in prison alongside your husband.
That's bullshit.
I've done nothing wrong and neither has James.
Well, if you've done nothing wrong, either of you, why don't you tell me the truth? Was this man in your garden five nights ago? No.
Don't make me get a court order to secure a statement out of Natasha because that's what I'm going to do next.
You bastard.
You know what your husband is like and what he's capable of.
You remember when you were at university he was studying at that grotty little crammer - his jealousy and his rage and his anger? Yeah, I bet you wished that you'd finished that relationship when you were at school.
You must've prayed to god, from the bottom of your soul that he wouldn't get his A-levels, so that he wouldn't follow you to university and you could be free of him.
James is the love of my life.
I missed him very much.
You were terrified of him.
What do you think he did with all that anger and that rage and that jealousy? I'll tell you.
He met this man, Jason Bloch and him and Bloch, they found a girl and, to your husband, that girl represented you.
In his mind, this girl was you.
Her name's Gemma Morrison.
He raped her and he beat her senseless and he threw her ten-year-old brother off the bridge so there would not be any witnesses.
My husband is a decent man.
Your husband is a decent man? Do you want to see what that decent man did to Gemma Morrison? Look at these photographs, will you? Because he did this, thinking of you.
These cuts and these bruises, this lifetime of damage, this was all meant for you.
Now, in a few days I'm going to charge your husband with murder and rape and make you an accessory after the fact, and make Natasha a ward of court.
Look at this photograph.
Unless you tell me whether this man was in your garden five nights ago.
Yes.
Thank you, Mrs Mitcham.
I need you to come in and make a statement to that effect.
DI Jordan.
'This is DCI Mike Vedder from Professional Standards.
'I have to contact Detective Superintendent Boyd urgently.
What is his location?' What's this about? 'Ishe at the Cold Case Unit now? Yes, or no will do.
' I need to know what this is about.
'Listen to me very carefully.
'I'm following up on a serious allegation that your boss has 'committed a criminal offence while pursuing an investigation.
'If you obstruct me in any way, DI Jordan, we will add your name to the inquiry.
' He's on his way back in.
'Thank you.
Your assistance is very much appreciated.
' I never saw him properly, he was wearing a cap.
He was screaming at me not to look at him.
I understand.
I'm going to show you five passport photographs of what the suspect would have looked like in 1997.
Well, what if I guess wrong?It's not the end of the world, right? You don't have his DNA? That's my job, Gemma.
I just want you to focus on the photographs.
Go ahead.
OK.
Show me.
Take your time, Gemma.
Front, bitch! Don't look at my face! Shaun! No! It's him.
It's him.
He raped me.
Are you sure? Yes.
It's him, isn't it? Will you be able to arrest him, is that enough?Just give me one second.
Don't put yourself at risk.
Excuse me.
Detective Superintendent Boyd? Yes.
DCI Vedder.
We need you to suspend all investigations as of now.
Just give me one minute.
Why are they telling you to stop? Er, GemmaI've identified him.
I know you have.
I know you have.
I need You to give me a little more time.
I know it's going to be difficult for you but I want you to be patient.
Is that a yes? It's OK, Shaun.
Everything's going to be fine.
Right, gentlemen, let's go through here.
Sorry.
Explain to us why you were seen entering a house in Manchester while the residents were out.
I'm walking along the street and I see this man who I thought was acting suspiciously.
He was checking out this house and then he went round the back.
A man acting suspiciously? Stick with me.
They have those alleys at the back? Anyway then the next minute he was gone and I looked up at the house that he was checking out .
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and I saw that the French windows, there was a cracked pane of glass.
I went in, expecting there to have been a burglary.
I checked it all out and, in the event, I was wrong.
In the event, you were spotted by a neighbour who clocked your vehicle registration as you fled the scene.
Fled the scene? Come on, there's got to be a scene to flee.
I'd visited someone in the street, right? I'd been dutiful as a policeman, I was leaving calmly in my car.
There was no scene to flee! Shaun! I just need you to give me a little more time.
I know that's going to be difficult for you.
I want you to be patient.
Is that a yes? Your methods of investigation have troubled us for years.
All cases are suspended until our investigation is complete.
No more.
This has to end.
Now! Shaun? Shaun! Shaun! Stay close, Shaun.
Everything's going to be fine.
What is it? What happened? Gemma! Get off! Get off me! Hello? 'Kat, it's Gemma.
I hope you don't mind me calling.
' No, not at all.
How can I help? 'I really need to talk to someone.
' Sure.
Do you want me to put you through to Boyd? 'No.
' What's it about, Gemma? 'I don't think I can do this over the phone.
' OK.
Hi.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
No problem.
Go on through.
DI Maureen Smith, please.
Maureen.
Spence.
Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.
I think this marriage is on the rocks.
Can we meet? What's his name, Kat? The second suspect.
What did you do to me? Imported.
Illegally from the States.
But it beats the shit out of a rape alarm.
Look, I don't want to hurt you, Kat.
Just tell me his name.
Gemma, listen, he's just a suspect.
We don't know he's guilty.
Who do you think you're talking to, Kat? You have to let us do this our way, Gemma, please.
Being raped and left for dead It leaves you angry.
No! Gemma!Last chance.
I don't want to do this, Kat.
Then don't! I can't tell you.
He has a wife and a child! What are you doing?! Oh, my God! Should I be optimistic? If I say no, are you going to try and kill yourself again? What I'm saying to you is that you must let go now of any thought of trying to stop her doing it again.
God! Phone.
What? Get me a phone! This is a cool climbing frame.
Have you got it all to yourself? Yeah.
Who are you? I'm a friend of your dad's.
We work together at the hospital.
My daddy's very clever.
Whatever's wrong with you, he can fix it.
Is that right? Daddy! She's a very good girl! Very quiet.
Did my brother scream when you threw him off here? Cuff yourself to the wheel of your car.
I almost killed a police officer to get to you, James.
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Run.
Run! Get out of here! Gemma! Gemma! Slut! Stupid bitch! Turn around! Turn around! Please Please.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry! Well, that's something.
Did my brother beg for his life? Did he? Did he?! No.
I don't remember.
I was drunk! You were drunk? I spent most of my life drunk but I never killed anyone! What?You weren't even worth it.
What did you say? I said you weren't even worth it.
Help! Help! Help! Tash?They're in the car! They're in the car, they're in there! They're in there! Help! Help! Help! Help! Gemma! Gemma! Open the doors, don't do this! Don't do this! Open the doors, please! You've no idea what my life's is like!Gemma! Don't do this, please! You lied to me!Please! Stay in the car.
Stay in the car! Gemma! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Gemma! Let me go! Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?