01x04 - Episode 4

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Familial DNA has never been
used to identify a suspect.

If we're successful,
we'd be making history.

Because he's not
on the database,

let's use his DNA to see
if his relatives are.

They all share a rare marker in
the k*ller's DNA - a double allele.

Paul Kappen, 26.

On the DNA database after a
conviction for petty theft.

Paul is the son of Joseph Kappen,
who appears on our long list.

Is Joseph in?

Joe's dead.

Yes, this chap - Joseph Kappen
- he's very interesting.

There's a 75% DNA match
between our k*ller

and our approximation
to Kappen's DNA.

75%?

Well, that's a big
margin of error.

Is that good enough?

No, you're right,

it's not good enough.

We're going to do everything
we can to find this man.

I promise you.

Oi! What do you want?!

This is bloody harassment!

You catch this man
and what happens?

Communal lounge
with a colour telly,

three square meals a day?

That's not punishment, is it?

That's a joke.

Hopefully this won't be too
much of an ask, but, um...

..I'd like to carry out an
exhumation of Joseph Kappen.

I thought we were
on the same page?

We were. Since then, I've seen
what 75% certainty looks like

to those closest to the victims.

And it's not enough?

No.

I need to go back to those
three families and, er...

Well, tell them that
after almost 30 years,

we're 100% positive who the
k*ller of their children is.

And the only way we can
do that is by exhumation.

Now, we owe it to the
families, the community,

we owe it to the officers who
worked on the original case,

but most of all, we owe it to
Pauline, Geraldine and Sandra.

That's a compelling
argument, Paul.

You mean you'll back me?

I probably need my head
examined, but, yes, I will.

Thank you.

I mean, this isn't a
bit unorthodox, Paul,

this is bloody unheard of.

So before I go upstairs,
anywhere near upstairs,

I need to know the
families are on board.

Yeah, that won't be a
problem. Including his.

What you said about owing it to
the community, that cuts both ways.

We take one misstep
with this, just one,

and we make an awful
situation worse.

There's going to be a
lot of people on high

and we're going to have to
get them on side, and fast.

How high?

Jackie's taking care
of that side of things.

f*cking hell!

What he said.

What are your concerns?

That we're wrong.

That we exhume Kappen
and it's not him.

I mean, we don't know, do we?

That's why we're doing
it, because we don't know!

75% is just not good enough!

We get that, boss, we do.

I think Phil's worry, and it's
one that I share, is the fallout.

Say we jump through
all these hoops,

the top brass, the Home
Office, the victims' families,

Kappen's relatives.

By the time we dig him
up, this will be huge.

All over the press and the
telly. Let me worry about that.

If it's not him, boss, we're
not walk away from this.

Not in a month of Sundays.

Hello, Dai.

Er... there's been a
development. Can we come in?

Too scared to come and
tell me himself, is he?

This is good news, isn't it?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Well, of course it
is, cos we'll know!

And all the people who had
an inkling about Kappen

and looked the other way, because
believe me there were some,

they'll have nowhere to hide.

As I said, me wanting this
to happen with all my heart

and it happening are
two different things.

But for official purposes,
I need your formal blessing.

Well, you have it.
A thousandfold.

Denver?

Yes.

Thank you.

Dig him up - Joe?

Yes.

And what will you
do with him then?

Well, he'll be t... Well, his
body will be taken to a mortuary,

where they'll extract his DNA.

We have a favour
to ask, Christine.

What?

Are you still in touch
with Joe's family at all?

I was never in touch with them.

They weren't bad people,

just Joe never made much
effort to introduce me.

He liked keeping
things separate.

We need their
permission, that's all.

I exchange Christmas cards
with one of his relatives.

Suzie. I-I think I've
got her number somewhere.

Thanks.

Everything all right, Christine?
I mean, apart from the obvious.

You asking about his family,

and saying he might've
k*lled Sandra.

Yeah?

The day after
Sandra disappeared,

Joe packed a bag and went to
visit his cousins in Lincoln.

That's a very specific memory
to recall after all these years.

He'd only been there once
before, when he was kid.

To Lincoln?

So his going to
see them was odd.

And now, with
everything going on,

it's made you think about that
trip again. Anew, so to speak?

Yes.

How long was he gone, Christine?

About three weeks.

Just come back on a Friday.

No explanation, no nothing.

And I knew better
than to ask for one.

That's why he's not
in the case papers.

After Sandra, he buggered off
to Lincoln to avoid the knock.

Simple enough tactic,
but it worked.

There's no way she
remembered about...

Hey! I know where you're going
with this, and you've got to stop.

Are you saying I'm wrong?

I'm saying, look in
that woman's eyes,

fear, the dread, and tell
me she's not a victim, too.

For all we know, the only
thing Kappen is guilty of

is being a vile human being.

South Wales are basically
saying it's not a police matter.

Not exclusively a
police matter, anyway.

So I said, fine, what additional
permissions do you need?

And they replied, I kid
you not, "Don't know".

Yeah.

I said, is it like gravitas,
you know it when you see it?

They pretty much said yes.

Right, I'll, er... hit
the phones, Please.

Anyone whose blessing we conceivably
need, we get, in writing.

Is it? OK.

If we're wrong, the
DNA doesn't match,

we're not walking
away from this.

And that was news to you?

I just get too focused
sometimes, you know.

I miss the wider bloody context.

Well, let me offer you
some. Never mind us.

IF we're wrong, South Wales Police
aren't walking away from this.

Hello, Coroner's Office.

Oh, er... I'd like to speak
to Dr David Osbourne, please.

Can I say who's calling?

Yeah, Detective
Inspector Paul Bethell.

Thank you. I'll
just transfer you.

Suzie? Phil Rees.
I appreciate this.

Go. I understand.

But do your relatives
know They do.

Suzie, I thought we
said three or four?

Angus called Mary, and she
called Tony. It snowballed.

Hello there.

Er... I'm Detective
Constable Phil Rees,

and the first thing I want to
say is thank you all for coming.

I've been a detective
for about 30 years now

and I've never had to attend
a meeting remotely like this,

so I can only imagine
how unsettling

and upsetting this
must be for you.

I need an authority to carry out
an exhumation on human remains.

I see. The
individual's interred

in the Neath Port Talbot
district, I take it?

Yeah, he is.

And in a nutshell, what's
the reason for this request?

In a nutshell, the individual's
a suspected serial k*ller.

Right. Um... I fear this
falls outside my domain.

So... Um... so,
you can't help me?

I didn't say that.

My advice is, contact the National
Coroner's Office in London.

Specifically the Chair.
Professor Stella Chandler.

We have DNA samples
from Joe's ex-wife

and his son and his daughter,

and this has allowed us
to approximate Joe's DNA,

and it's a close match
to our k*ller's sample.

Close, but no cigar.

As it's an approximation, we
wouldn't expect a full match.

Yeah, but approximate's just
a fancy word for guess, right?

More like an educated guess.

Yeah, but even that's only a
close match to your k*ller.

It's not a match!

I'm sorry, Professor
Chandler's left the office

and she's away at a conference
for the rest of the week.

Oh. Er... I'm sorry,
what's your name?

My name's Lisa.

Right. You see, the thing is, Lisa,
my situation is time-critical.

I don't doubt that, Inspector.

As in, er... the three victims
have waited almost 30 years.

Pauline, Geraldine
and Sandra, all 16,

all now dead longer
than they were alive.

Give me your number, I'll see if
she can call you on her way home.

Oh, that's... that's much
appreciated. Thank you so much.

If you don't know who the k*ller
is, how have you got his DNA?

From semen deposits
he left at the scene.

That's how we know that one
man k*lled all three girls.

Joe couldn't do a
thing like that. Never!

He was always a good
stepbrother to me.

A quiet soul.

Not always easy to read, but he
wasn't mean, he wasn't cruel.

Well, I'm glad you said
that, because this process

is as much about proving
Joe's innocence as his guilt.

Yeah, but all that assumes we
can trust you, your process.

Are you a parent, er...?

Tony.

Yes, I am.

Imagine being the father of
one of these girls, Tony.

Imagine standing in their shoes.

They've had to live with their
loss for almost 30 years.

I think they need answers.

And I think you all
need answers, too.

Is buried in a family plot,
which includes my f...

Our father.

I'm aware of that.

I want to be with our father...

..when you take
him from the grave.

You can be there from
start to finish, Tony.

Thank you.

Paul Bethell.

Hi, Paul, this is
Stella Chandler.

You left me a message?

Er... Oh, hi, Professor.

Thank you so much for
returning my call.

You mind if I put you on
loudspeaker, Professor?

Whatever you need.

OK.

Due to the unique
nature of this case,

you need to submit a report
outlining the circumstances,

rationale and justification
for this request.

Permission from the
family of the victims

and the suspect are
desirable, but not essential.

Yeah, no, that's...
that's in hand.

Good.

Report, can you
give me some steers?

Basically, set down
everything you can

that helps meet the Home Office's
"in the public interest" threshold.

Because that will supersede any
and all objections and refusals.

OK, got it.

Meantime, in anticipation
of your report,

I'll table this for discussion
at the appropriate level.

Right, thanks, Professor.

Um... can I ask what that
level's likely to be?

Well, the current Home
Secretary's very hands-on.

Keen to be consulted on
all high-profile cases.

I'd be surprised if he
didn't weigh in on this.

Right. So, er... we have to
make this report count, then?

If you persuaded Lisa, I'm sure
you can persuade Mr Blunkett.

Have a good evening, Inspector.

Er... and you,
Professor, and thank...

No pressure.

Ta.

Getting more convictions will
depend on more and better policing.

The Home Secretary announced
extra police officers

for England and Wales,

and made clear where the
government expects to see them.

And we will ensure that they're
on the beat, doing the job,

out there, visible, available,

for everyone to see the
results of a Labour government

investing in a police service
that is reformed and is working.

Once more into the breach.

Yeah. Well, if I can just get
to 500, it'll look better.

Nice round number.

Hey, don't forget
your sandwiches.

Hello. Huh!

Um... you probably
don't remember me.

No, of course I
remember you, Mr Hughes.

Denver, please.

Denver.

Um, I don't suppose...?

You wouldn't have time for
a cup of tea, would you?

Thank you.

Ah!

Um... Ahem!

I'd... I'd... I'd really
just like to say, um...

..well done on all
you've achieved.

Becoming the head and
turning the school around.

We've followed your progress
over the years, and... well...

..it's nice to see you doing so
well and making a difference.

Well, it's very much a team
effort, but thank you, Mr Hughes.

Denver.

If... if one of us sees
something in the paper,

we... we always read it
out, and, er... well...

It sounds daft, I know,
but, er... we feel proud.

Hmm!

Is...?

It's Jean, isn't it?

Yes, yes. Oh, she's, er...

..she's in good
health, thank you.

I see her around,
doing her... campaign.

Yes, yes. Well, it, um...

..it, um... keeps
her busy, you know.

Sure.

Um... sometimes we've seen
you in the town, and, um...

..I thought that, um...

..perhaps you didn't
want to speak to us.

No. No, that wasn't
it. Not at all.

I-I just didn't
know what to say.

I thought...

I worried that seeing me...

..would remind you of Geraldine.

Oh, we...

..we like being
reminded of Geraldine.

Of course.

I think I told myself
that walking on

and pretending I hadn't seen you

would be best for everyone.

Easiest.

I think... I think I was a
bit of a coward, Mr Hughes.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

What do you think?

I think it'll be good to know.

Yes.

That's what Jean says.

Jackie?

The man from the
Home Office says yes.

Really?!

That... Er... f*ck! Huh!

That was pretty
much my reaction.

Speak soon. Bye.

Hey? It's happening.

We're exhuming.

f*cking hell! Well done, boss.

Team effort. Right, Phil?

Right, two types of busy -
practical and presentational.

Geraint, we need the best forensic
anthropologist money can buy.

I've made a list, but, er... they're
not all going to be available.

Right.

Oh, and Phil, I need you to arrange
a press conference, soon as.

What? Before we've got
the DNA? Yeah, soon as.

Isn't it better to wait...?

What - wait till we get confirmation
it is Kappen before we go public?

That was my first instinct. But,
um... I did a bit of research.

OK.

About a year ago, a high-profile
exhumation took place in Dublin.

Basically, the SIO's told us to
not make the same mistake as them.

Well, keeping the whole
thing under wraps.

No press release, nothing.

Totally.

They thought they
were being clever.

Started digging on the stroke
of midnight, but it was chaos.

You had uniform chasing
photographers through the graveyard,

you had reporters hidden
behind gravestones.

The tabloids even hired a bloody
chopper to buzz them all night.

Better to have 'em inside
the tent pissing out.

That's exactly the
phrase they used!

Aren't we just be putting a
massive target on our back, though?

Phil, full press conference.
Kitchen sink, both taps.

We'll take some
questions now, please.

Phil Blunt, South
Wales Chronicle.

No doubt you agree that exhuming
someone from their grave

is a pretty drastic measure.

We certainly do. As you're
going down this road,

can I assume that
everyone you've visited

has given a DNA sample
and been eliminated?

There are still a
number of individuals

who require further
investigation.

We are actively pursuing multiple
lines of inquiry to that end.

I understand there's a local man
who's refused to provide a sample.

You treating him as a suspect?

I can only repeat,

we are still pursuing
multiple lines of inquiry.

I'm sure you can understand
why I can't say more.

Shouldn't you eliminate this
man before you go any further?

Specifically, before you ruin
the lives of an entire family

by exhuming their loved one?

You'll appreciate this decision
has not been taken lightly.

Beyond that, we do not
intend to discuss details

of a live investigation.
Next question, please.

Well, how... how does he
know about Willoughby?!

Calm down, boss. Well,
who f*cking told him?!

He's fishing, that's all.

Well, he's definitely
f*cking caught something!

What are you saying - one of us
shot our mouth off to Phil Blunt?

I'm saying I want
an explanation!

Anyone could've tipped him
off. Er... no, they couldn't.

No way!

Paranoid loners do
not do publicity.

What about getting us
to park on the green,

half the street watching?
That was pretty public.

You're very quiet, Phil.

Willoughby.

Why won't he give us a
sample? What's he got to hide?

People refuse for
all sorts of reasons.

Fear of the police, fear of
what we'll do with their DNA.

Yeah, or they're just
awkward b*stards,

which I'm certain is the
case with Willoughby.

You're letting Blunt get
inside your head, Phil.

What, and you haven't?!

Practically accusing us
of leaking to the b*stard!

All right! All right.

I was out of order.

So, tell us, what do you
think we should do, Phil?

The way I see it is if it's
not Kappen, it's Willoughby.

It has to be. So we need
a Plan B ready to go

in case Kappen's not a match.

We need Willoughby's DNA!

It's not going to happen.

We've got a to-do list
that's a mile long

that we have to get through
between now and the exhumation.

And I don't want split focus
from either of you two.

Jackie?

Split focus versus
tunnel vision.

Give me split focus any day.

We've got to save
him from himself.

Hello. Detective
Constable Phil Rees.

Hi, Phil. I've got that info you
asked for regarding Willoughby.

And whatever the results of
the exhumation, rest assured,

we will be communicating
them to the victims' families

and the public as
soon as possible.

Who is she bloody kidding?

Achieve, digging this man up?

Won't bring Sandra back,
won't change anything.

Just drag it out
for a few more years

so they can look busy and the
press can sell their papers.

What is it?

I need this, Pat.

I need this.

Everyone who gets into
my cab, first thing I do

is I eyeball them in the mirror.

I'm looking for clues.

Little telltale signs that
they know who I am. Hm?

That they've heard the
stories, the rumours

about a cabbie from Neath who
m*rder*d his stepdaughter.

Who cares about rumours?

The DNA proved
you were innocent.

The DNA proved nothing.

What do you mean?

Nothing's changed.

What am I supposed to do -
carry a letter around with me

for the rest of my life?

"There you go, I didn't do it,

"so say South Wales
Police Constabulary."

Pat, I've got to be free
of this, and so do you.

You... you said everything would
drag on, but the opposite is true.

If we know, then maybe we
can draw a line under things.

But it's not about forgetting Sandra
or pretending it never happened,

it's about...

..how we make the most of
the time that we've got left.

What you said about
your customers,

checking in the
mirror - is that true?

Huh!

Rain coming?

Nothing forecast,
as far as I know.

Like you haven't checked.

First name terms with
the Met Office, me.

That'd be funny
if it wasn't true.

Tony, Suzie, this is
the boss, Paul Bethell.

It's nice to meet you. Um...

..I'm just so sorry
about the circumstances.

Your father will be reburied
within 36 hours, you have my word.

Come on, love.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

I've been doing a bit of digging
and I need you to make a pit stop.

Willoughby.

His last job was as greenkeeper
at Cwmnedd Golf Club.

He left under a bit of cloud,

and they're still waiting
for him to clear his locker.

DNA.

It's up our sleeve, isn't
it, if it's not Kappen?

And the best bit is, we
don't need What about Paul?

I'll worry about Paul.

They're waiting for you, OK?

OK.

Colin.

Thought I'd get here early.
Calm before the storm.

This is our forensic
anthropologist, Sylvia Kambray.

DI Paul Bethell.

It's you we have to blame
for all this, is it?

Bit of a challenge here.

Kappen's in the middle.

Above him, stepfather
Vicente Richelle,

and below him,
grandfather Herbert.

The graves either side are
close, but not worryingly so.

Put Vicente straight in
there to avoid contamination.

If Vicente's coffin
and body are...

..ill-preserved, his remains
could contaminate Kappen's coffin.

Then your DNA will be
fatally compromised.

The task is to
excavate down the sides

without damaging the coffin, then
slide the lifting straps underneath.

So...

..making a night of it, are we?

Huh!

You know, this thing is wired
to your unit in the car park.

It's a lot warmer in there.

Trying to get rid of me, Colin?

Ha! All part of
the service, Paul.

Gentlemen?

All right...!

DC Geraint Bale.

Your colleague said
you'd be here hours ago.

Can I come in, please, Mr...?

Webber. Rhys Webber.

It's your big night
tonight, up by the cemetery?

That's right.

Waste of taxpayers' money,
if you ask me. Man's dead.

No, thank you.

So, what was Willoughby like?

Ah, he just wasn't suited
to a place like this.

Kind of clientele we attract.

Sure, he was just the
caretaker, but, er...

to Interface with
the members, right?

Hmm!

Funny?

Having met Mr Willoughby,

I can imagine that customer
relations were not his strong suit.

Huh! That's an understatement.

Let's see his locker, then.

OK, folks, important we get the
father in the remedial coffin

quickly and cleanly.

Breakage and gravity
are our enemies.

If he is our man, we're showing
him a damn sight more respect

Yeah.

On three. One, two, three...

OK, stop! Stop!

What is it? What's happening?!
Er... it's all right.

The, um... compacted soil
underneath the coffin

is producing a suction effect.

Let's try again, slowly.

That's it.

Steady.

There he is!

Yes.

Er... we need to proceed
with extreme caution.

I want to shore up
the sides with planks.

This will take
hours, not minutes,

should anyone want to
go home, grab some kip.

That's an offer I can't refuse.

Well, I'll update
you first thing.

Hmm?

None of this'd be happening if you
weren't such a stubborn b*stard.

I'd prefer "single-minded"
but, you know, I'll take it.

Single-minded's not a
compliment in my book.

You've worked here a long time.

This was my first job.

Assistant caddy.
Worked my way up.

Thank you. I'll stop
by on my way out.

You, er... never told me
your interest in Willoughby?

No, I didn't.

Never showed me a
search warrant either.

Don't need one.

You've invited me in.

Inside? Yeah. Let
me tell them first.

Your father's here.

Sorry, Dad!

I'm sorry!

All right, boss?

It's nice of you to show.

Excuse me, um...
could you tell me

where I could find
DCI Bethell, please?

Just behind the tent
there No problem.

Just coffee in here, right?

Of course, Inspector.

There's some
sandwiches there Ta.

Thanks, Karina. For everything,
you know, not just...

That's what I thought you meant.

Kate called. She
said she might...

Sorry, it can wait.

No, go on. What did she say?

She said she's been
seeing someone at work,

and she might bring
him round on Sunday.

Oh, right. OK, great.

I know you always
thought you came second,

or at least that's
how I made you feel.

Paul...

fine.

So, this, um... someone from
the office, has he got a name?

Brian.

Brian?

Brian?!

Who in God's name calls their
kids Brian in this day and age?!

Poor bugger!

Brian!

The town of Port Talbot
awaits the exhumation tonight

of suspected serial
k*ller Joseph Kappen.

The man they called the
Saturday Night Strangler.

Kappen, who the police
believe r*ped and k*lled

three local girls in the 1970s,

evaded capture at the time, before
dying of lung cancer in 1990.

If successfully removed,

Kappen's body will be
taken to a local mortuary

for DNA extraction,

in the hope of ending three
decades of uncertainty.

I, er... think we're ready.

That's him.

Bloody hell! You didn't
arrange that as well, did you?

Not me, Colin.

OK, folks, on three.

One, two, three.

..To exhume the remains of
suspected serial k*ller,

Joseph Kappen.

A team of detectives and scientists
worked through the night,

watched by local media
and crowds of onlookers.

It's expected his remains
will be taken to a local...

Right, home.

Sita?

Yes, OK.

Well, the suit has lasted well.

That's M&S quality.

Size nine.

Yeah, we found a size nine
shoeprint on Pauline's handbag.

Well, we'll set about
the DNA extraction.

You know what I'm
going to ask you?

A week, maybe less.

It OK if we come and
get out the wind?

Cheers, mate.

This is where you
came that night.

With the girls.

We were sat over there.

We were still so
young and innocent.

Never had more than a
shandy or a Babycham.

Couldn't afford it,
apart from anything.

Oh, my God, but we
loved the clubbing!

The flirting, the attention
on the dance floor.

Hmm!

'Course, I get now
why Dad was worried.

To be safe and to be free?

Yeah, he thought you
couldn't have it both ways.

And I railed against
that. I still do.

I try to empower the girls at
school, try to empower Maya.

Tell them not to be scared.

To enjoy their freedom.

To f*cking relish it!

But I know better than
anyone, it's not that simple.

Hmm.

Men!

Yeah.

Yeah.

If you want to boil it down.

I'd seen this blue
dress in Pauline's shop.

God!

I wanted that dress for weeks!

Oh!

I love it!

What do I owe you?

Is next weekend OK? I-I
had to pay someone back.

Come on! Sita, she's
out of pocket now.

Geraldine... I said I'd
pay her next weekend.

It's fine! Just ask
your dad, he's loaded.

He's not loaded. My mam
says he is. He's management.

I get my wage same as
you, OK? Nothing on top.

It just seems wrong.

You bang on about
that dress for days...

Geraldine, please...! f*ck
off, Geraldine! Just f*ck off!

I'll pay you on
Monday, all right?

Friendships are so
intense at that age.

The argument was about nothing,

but it changed everything.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

You went back in.
You made up with her!

Yeah, but if we hadn't have rowed,
I wouldn't have gone outside

and then Dad wouldn't
have seen Stop! Stop!

Friends fall out,

dads worry about
their daughters.

Even if you hadn't made up
with Geraldine, so what?

So what? It's... life!

And then one very bad man,

do do.

You can't blame your dad...

..and you cannot blame yourself.

I will pay you back
Pauline, I promise.

We bought you a drink.
Knew you'd be back.

I'm rubbish at sulking.

Barman's got his eyes
on you, No, he doesn't!

She's young enough
to be Geraldine!

You!

You, out!

What have I said about
hanging around in pubs?!

Not drinking or anything!
I'm not talking to you!

What the hell are you wearing?!

It's been almost 30 years

since Pauline Floyd
and Geraldine Hughes

were m*rder*d after leaving
the Top Rank in Swansea.

Having failed to bring the
k*ller to justice at the time,

South Wales Police are
again under pressure

to give more details
about Operation Magnum,

which led directly to
last week's exhumation.

Detective Superintendent
Jackie Roberts

has said the force would
be led by the evidence.

Can I have a word, Phil?

I heard that, er... Geraint
was at the golf club,

bagging Willoughby's stuff.

The reason I'm asking
you and not him

is cos I'm guessing
you sent him.

I mean, 'course, if I'm
wrong... Yeah, I sent him.

On the night of the exhumation?

If you're waiting for an apology,
you're wasting your breath.

Is that right?

How many Austin 1100s did
we look at back in the day?

It's not that you'd
disobey an order or...

10,000 cars... ..it's
the fact that...

Tunnel vision... ..you chose
that particular night...

Tell me that wasn't... then
you f*cking roped in...

The 1100 wasn't a lead,

it was a ten-ton ball and chain!

But by the time we
twigged, it was too late.

Morale was gone, the
money was gone, Hello?

Willoughby is our Plan B, and we
need one, Paul, we bloody need one!

No.

You are not an easy man to
like, never mind work for,

but give me some credit for
bloody trying, will you?

You call it going behind your
back, I call it having your back.

But if you can't see it that way,
we'll have to agree to disagree.

Colin Dark's on the phone.

I've put him on hold.

Hello, Colin, you're
on speakerphone.

Come in. Sit down, sit
down. Er... take your time.

Right. So, er... we
have some good news,

and of course, we wanted
you to hear it first

before it's announced publicly.

The DNA confirms
that Joseph Kappen

did k*ll Geraldine,
Pauline and Sandra.

There's absolutely no doubt.

I just hope this... this
news brings you, um...

Well, I won't say closure, but
some form of peace of mind.

Geraldine!

I woke up this morning, it
was so clear in my head!

I'd tell them about the
match, they'd be pleased.

Grateful all our efforts
had come to fruition.

Denver would shake my hand.
I'd even get a hug from Jean.

They'd be relieved
it was all over.

Hey, you did your best.

You did your best, and
no-one can ask for more.

I wonder if they'll get round to
sorting them out now we're going.

What?

The weeds in the car park.

What a weird thing
to worry about.

That is pretty weird, Phil.

I spent three months
in a car with him.

I deserve a commendation
just Yeah, go on, bugger off.

What happened? Save
us all a lot of grief.

I'll write it down, all
you got to do is sign it.

Make it easy for yourself,
Dai. Make it easy for Pat.

Stop it! No, you stop
it, Dai, right now!

You were just doing your job.

I can see that now.

Well, I'm sure I could've done it
better, but, um... thank you, Dai.