_
I took the knife in my hand.
I gripped it really hard.
And she was smiling at me, willing me to do it.
And then I slit her throat.
It was electrifying.
There she is...
..Lizzie James.
*CREDITS*
Update on India one, please.
No change. Still blindside of RV.
You must be Colin.
You must be Lizzie.
Been waiting long?
Not too long.
- Well, I promised you lunch, didn't I? - Yeah.
I told you I was married, didn't I?
Yeah. Yeah, you said.
Didn't last very long. I...
Thanks.
I, uh... I promise that I'll tell you the whole story, I will.
It's just...
Come on, Stagg.
Just a bit embarrassed.
Well, you can tell me anything.
I feel like I'm always...
..looking for something I can't find.
I think it's because it's what happened to me when I was a kid.
Your secret?
I mean, it's OK. You can tell me.
Go on.
There was this older fella that lived
a couple of streets away from me,
and, erm...
..he was kind to me.
He made me feel special.
Well, I sort of got in with him and his mates.
And, uh, in his cellar, he had...
..this room that was all painted black.
He was into the occult.
And I... I thought he was mysterious.
He performed, like, these rituals.
And... what would happen is, is that...
..uh, everyone would end up having sex.
It was the most electrifying atmosphere, like...
I don't even know how you would describe it.
It was like... mixed feelings.
Like...
..we were all, really, really drunk.
The room was filled with candles and...
..there were these, uh, special cups.
Chalices.
There was this woman, and she was laid out on the altar naked...
Go on, Lizzie.
..and there were these knives that were brought in.
And it was as if she knew what was happening. She just...
She just lay there.
And then this man, he handed me a knife,
and he asked me to cut her throat.
So, I go over to her and...
She's looking at me, and I'm looking at her,
and the room is filled with candlelight and smoke.
It's electric.
And I did what he asked.
And I got the cup and I filled it with her blood
and we all drank it.
And then I was with this man and...
..it was the most amazing thing.
It was...
..the best thing I could ever imagine.
The thought of being with him...
I mean, the sex was mind-blowing.
Both of us knowing what had happened.
I'm not asking you to tell me all your secrets...
..but I am placing all my trust in you.
And either you're not the right man for me...
Come on, Stagg. Come on.
..and we can just be friends, or...
Go on, go on.
Do you want to tell me something?
Come on, Stagg. Come on.
Come on, come on...
This is the letter he gave me when we met.
He gently takes the blade of the knife and draws it down your body.
Not cutting you, just teasing you.
Then he places the blade in your mouth and makes you lick it clean.
You're so hot now.
The man cuts himself on his arm, just enough to draw blood,
and drips it onto your breasts.
You massage it making... Making...
..you rock your head backwards and forwards and sideways
as you go into a massive orgasm.
I hope this was to your satisfaction, Lizzie.
It's fucking gold!
He's talking about knives.
It's not just the letter.
- The way he acted... was odd. - Mm.
I tell him a story about a woman having her throat cut,
and he doesn't even flinch.
The rarity of the combined elements of deviance...
..are present in only a small number of the general male population.
OK, what about this bit?
I've written this story along the lines of what I feel you are into.
What if we've led him to believe Lizzie's into this sort of thing?
Well, I fail to see how he could have drawn that inference
from anything we have communicated to him.
Prior to the writing of this letter.
Is there something you'd like to say, Sadie?
Are we on the right side of the line here?
EJ-14, the letter we sent Stagg back in March,
we used the expression, "defenceless and humiliated."
Could that have prompted him
to bring a knife into the fantasies?
These themes are too extreme
to have been prompted by EJ-14.
They have, obviously, been generated spontaneously.
So, where does this fantasy leave Stagg?
Well, this is consistent with what I would expect to find
in the masturbatory repertoire of the killer.
You're looking at someone with a highly deviant sexuality
present in only a small number of men.
How small?
The chances of there being two such men on Wimbledon Common
when Rachel was killed...
..are vanishingly small.
_
Black coffee, please, love.
Do you want to see a menu?
Yeah, go on, then.
So, I can't really stay long,
so whatever this is, can you just make it quick?
Make it quick?
You had lunch with a killer and you don't think we should talk about it?
Well, it went well.
Everyone's pleased. End of.
How long's this going to go on for, anyway?
Britton said he'll have a confession within two months of exchanging fantasies.
I make it twice that already.
Yeah, and this isn't some sort of a test purchase, Baz.
You've never done anything like this before.
No-one has ever done anything like this before.
You think I can't handle myself.
I think it took him about 40 seconds to kill Rachel in the common.
Yeah, and I'm trying to stop him from doing it again.
You're bait for a serial killer.
Maybe SO10 chose you cos you're the best for the job.
Or maybe they chose you cos you look like Rachel Nickell.
Fuck you.
Wasn't even two seconds, was it?
You're an asshole.
I'm just trying to keep you safe, Sadie.
Hello.
Hello, Lizzie.
I've been thinking about you a lot.
- Have you? - Mm.
I bet you're a bit stunned by what I said yesterday.
Well, yeah.
But what's passed has passed.
Yeah, but I have to live with it, Colin.
I know that, yeah.
And, like you said...
..you wanna be fulfilled...
..in the... that special way.
I want a relationship with you, Lizzie,
that's the thing.
Yeah, but there's no point if you can't give me what I want.
If it's not there, it's not there.
I always thought that there was something in your letters.
Indications to me, you know,
that... something that happened before.
When we're together, if you wanted me
to do something to you, or with you,
you know, to make you happy...
No, that's not what I want. I want to be with someone
who's had some experience, who's like me,
or done something similar.
Yeah, I know.
I just thought there was something more.
I thought you had something.
- Lizzie... - Goodbye, Colin.
Hello.
Hello, Lizzie.
I've got a confession to make.
The thing is, Lizzie, you were right about me.
I have done something.
I couldn't say anything because...
..the way I saw it, if I told anybody what I did,
the police would arrest me again.
For what?
What... What was it?
It was something me and my cousin done when I was 12.
What did you do? What was it?
It involved a little girl.
It wasn't as messy as the thing you've done,
but it had the same result.
When we were together on Thursday
and you described the feelings
that you had, it hit a chord with me, you know?
What happened to the little girl?
It wasn't very nice. You know?
It got out of hand.
Can you not say?
Well...
We were on a caravan holiday
in the New Forest.
Me and me cousin, we was just mucking about and...
..and when we noticed that this... this little boy
and little girl was sitting at the edge of the woods.
And we took the little girl into the forest and ended up...
..we ended up killing her.
The thing is, when we was actually strangling her...
..we felt exactly the same feelings that you described.
Everything was buzzing, you know? We was just floating.
And I wanted to tell you on Thursday, but I...
..I just can't trust anybody. You know?
Yeah, I know what you mean.
But you said you had an idea that I did something in my past...
..and you were right.
Then we took the little girl into the forest
and we ended up...
..we ended up killing her.
The thing is, when we was actually strangling her,
we felt exactly the same feelings that you described.
Everything was buzzing...
I think he's making it up.
I spoke to Hampshire CID.
There's no match for the murder he described.
He's definitely making it up.
It's possible he's woven details of Rachel's murder into this story.
Rachel's family need answers.
- And I think Lizzie should meet Stagg again. - I agree.
The sooner, the better.
Ask him how he felt when he killed this little girl.
Make him see that you need to know if his experience
in the New Forest really does parallel yours.
But if he thinks Lizzie's going to be satisfied with this
New Forest story, why would he open up about Rachel?
This is your opportunity to get him
used to giving you the details.
That way, when you ask him about Rachel...
..he won't be surprised by the level to detail you require.
You're up early.
I'm out late.
Jim.
Lizzie.
So, Lizzie, what's a nice girl like you
doing in a shithole like this at three in the morning?
What makes you think I'm a nice girl?
There's a mattress in the back of my lorry where I sleep sometimes.
Hello.
Shit!
- When did you last eat? - Oh, that's good.
All right, where did you lose your keys, then?
Sadie.
Can you just...
..stop babying me, Baz? Please. I'm fine. OK?
You know the professor is convinced that he's going spill any day now?
He's our man, I am certain of it.
I just...
I need to handle him, OK? Push him over the edge.
What do you mean, push him over the edge?
Get him to talk! You know, you promise the dealer a blowjob at
the end of the night and they will tell you anything,
but with him, it's different. It's like...
I don't know, it's like he's bursting to tell me everything
and he's just fucking scared.
OK? I just need to back him into a corner.
You need to stay the right side of the line.
This isn't about you, Sadie.
You know what? I don't know where you're at right now.
You know where I'm at, Baz?
Is that I'm trying to do my fucking job
and I don't need yet another man telling me how to do it.
All units, India 2 approaching.
Five metres. Two metres.
- Hiya. - Hello.
- Sorry, am I late? - No.
India 1 and 2, contact made.
All units stay aware.
I don't know. There must be more than what you've told me.
It was a long time ago.
I was just a kid myself.
I tried to put it out of my mind because I felt...
..I felt bad about it.
You know?
Yeah, but, like, you've not even said, like...
Did she scream?
Did you... touch her up?
Was there, like, a massive police hunt?
I have told you everything, Colin.
I don't know, it's like you don't... trust me.
It's like you're only telling me half the story.
I need you to tell me more.
I need you to reassure me.
I've reacted different to you. That's all.
I can still hear the sound of the knife going in.
That's how...
..vivid my memory is.
Come on, Stagg. Come on.
Come on, come on.
You're living in the guilt of a mistake.
I'm living in the glory of it.
Lizzie...
India 2 leaving scene.
Fuck!
_
Oh, shit.
_
What's going on?
You mean in the papers?
Yeah.
Well, they came knocking on my door last week,
so I thought I'd just give them my side of the story.
I told you really personal things about me.
Yeah, I'm not going to say anything about you, am I?
There is a picture of me on the fireplace.
- What did you tell them when they said, "Who's that girl?" - No.
No, I never mentioned you.
There are people that are going to do me serious harm.
I could go away for a very long time, Colin.
I didn't talk about you, though.
What happens if the telly people offer you £1 million?
They won't offer me that much.
But what if they did? What security is that for me?
They're only interested if I did that thing on the common.
No, they're interested about what we write to each other.
What if they follow you to meet me?
I've got to try and get things fucking sorted out, Lizzie.
You know, it's only because it's a year since the murder.
I thought we were getting somewhere.
I saw so much in you.
I'm not going to lose you, am I, Lizzie?
_
The professor reckons this bullshit makes Colin a target
for every psycho-loving lonely heart out there.
If he gets what he wants, it's goodbye Lizzie.
Another woman could be killed.
The professor said external publicity
could influence disclosure.
Well, he's got himself publicity all right, hasn't he?
I mean, it's on the front bloody page in black-and-white!
"I Didn't Murder Rachel."
This is going to stop him talking to Lizzie.
It won't.
Because I can do it.
Mr Pedder, I can do it, just get me one more meeting
and I will get what we need.
Ah, whoops!
Just fucking say it.
Just tell me! Just... straight out.
Whoo!
Eh? Why won't you say it?
Just tell me that you did it.
Tell me that you did it.
Tell me.
Just tell me that you did it.
Just tell me.
Just say it.
Just tell me, please, that you did it.
Colin, just say that you did it.
I need water.
Lizzie need water.
I love you. I love you.
Sadie?
You left your key in the door, mate.
Shit, you're bleeding.
Oh, it's fine, honestly. I just had a fight with a glass.
What is all this?
I'm busy trying to catch
the country's most dangerous killer, amn't I?
What's going on, mate?
I can't crack him.
You know when you're embedded deep into an op
and you start to read your target, right?
You know how to play them, where to go next?
With him, it's...
It's like I can't get him to that place.
I can't do it.
Yes, you fucking can.
You're inside his head.
That's the hardest bit.
Yeah, but he's in mine all the time.
All the time.
And I can't take it, Luce, I can't.
Listen, listen, listen.
You are so close.
All you've got to do is get that confession
and then you can live like a tramp
and fuck all your mates off all you want.
But you won't because you'll be flying high
because you'll be a fucking legend.
I'll get this cleaned up.
Get dressed and get your shit together
because you're bringing this one home.
You're bringing it home for all of us.
You know what I'm saying, don't you, girl?
Yeah.
Dry your eyes.
I'm a serving police officer.
For the purpose of this operation I'm known as Lizzie James.
Today is 29 June 1993.
I broke the seal on a tape
and placed it in a tape recorder which is secreted on my person.
The time is 11:30am,
and it will be switched off until it is switched on again later.
Hiya.
- Hello. - You all right?
Mm.
- It's really nice here, isn't it? - Yeah, it's pretty.
Got you a wine.
- That all right? - Yeah, it is.
I've been thinking about her walking around on Wimbledon Common.
- Yeah. - And I've been thinking about him just... watching her.
Doing the things that he did.
And I try and imagine him.
The thought of him is just so exciting.
I wish it was me who done it.
He probably just went crazy.
You know, if you think about it, he...
..just suddenly attacked her, right?
Did they ever tell you where he stabbed her first?
No.
All I know...
..is that he stabbed her...
..49 times.
- She was like this. - Mm?
She was lying there like that.
And her head was sort of...
- Bloody hell. - What, just lying on her side?
Are you getting this?
And then her head, right, was...
..was sort of over like that.
You know?
And then the photograph was taken from this end, you know?
Oh, and her hands...
Her hands were like this.
I want someone like the man who killed Rachel.
I want that man.
You know, I know it's wrong and I know that everyone
in the whole world wouldn't agree with me,
but I just can't help it.
I just think about him all the time now.
I have these fantasies that, um...
..that you're the man who did it.
That perhaps, I don't know, you wanted to tell me
because... for your own reasons.
I want to go there.
I want to see where it happened, and I want you to show me.
I want you to treat me just like he treated Rachel.
I want it all.
Lizzie...
But if you're not that man, Colin, and you haven't done
those things, then you will never be able to fulfil me.
You will never, Colin, never.
What, do you want to call the whole thing off, then?
Because I'm not like that man, am I?
You know what, every time you touch me,
every time you come close, I just want it to be him.
I know what you want, but the thing is,
I can't compete with that man.
Well, then, I've gotten it wrong.
I'm sorry.
No...
Fucking hell!
Me and you, eh?
Oh, here she is, here she is!
So good.
You did it, Sadie.
We got him.
- He didn't admit anything. - Not with words, no.
But he showed you how she was lying,
the exact position of her hands, her head.
He couldn't have seen that in the photo that I showed him.
Only the killer could know that.
This is the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle.
KP27.
That's the only photo that he ever saw.
You can't see her hands, you can't see her head.
How did he know the position she was lying in?
- So, I did it? - Yes, you did.
It's over.
Colin Stagg.
I'm arresting you for the murder of Rachel Nickell on Wimbledon Common
on July the 15th, 1992.
You don't have to say anything unless you wish to do so,
but anything you say may be given in evidence.
- Do you understand? - You've got to be joking.
Who's going to look after my dog?
You did it, mate, cheers!
Gents, gents, gents, listen up, listen up. A couple of things, look.
Look, I know, right,
how hard you've all worked to get Rachel's killer into custody, yeah?
It hasn't been easy. God, it hasn't been easy.
But I think I speak for all of us when I say it was the hard work...
..and courage of one woman that got us the evidence we needed.
Thank you, Lizzie James!
Lizzie James!
- Come over here. - Come on.
Come over here!
All right, OK.
Leave it! No...
No!
They'll find me.
Do it!
*CREDITS*