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*CREDITS*
'The next service to London Victoria
'calling at Haywards Heath, Gatwick Airport, Redhill,
'East Croydon, Clapham Junction, and London Victoria.'
'Ladies and gentlemen,
'may we remind you that smoking is not permitted...'
- Johnny? - Hello.
- Royal Edward Hotel? - Yes, please. Thank you.
Big do, is it?
It's a party, but it's more of a work thing, really.
Your lipstick's the same colour as the sunset.
Sorry, what?
Your lipstick, it's the same colour as the sunset.
Mm. OK.
There's water in the back if you want it.
I'm all good.
- It's free. - No, really.
I'm fine, thanks.
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Thank you.
Hi, so lovely to see you.
You're not my cab.
I need a drink.
Get in!
This way, gentlemen.
Olly!
Olly, Olly, Olly!
- Oi, oi, oi! - Hey.
- Good to see you, Rollo. - Do you remember Mingo, Punt, Badger?
Yeah, of course.
Isn't young Oliver looking exceptionally well?
- He's kept his figure. - And his hair!
How are you chaps doing?
Well, I'm flat broke, Punt is a cuckold,
and Badger's come to the attention of HMRC.
More fool them, it's all offshore.
Young Oliver is quite the success story.
Had a bit of a nose through Companies House recently
and he's been posting tidy profits.
Well, you better not ask me for another loan.
So, think drinks are on you tonight, eh?
Yeah. Can't drink this muck all night, can we?
- Champagne? - Good chap.
That would be bloody marvellous.
Down the hatch.
I've ruined your evening.
Vosper's leaving do. Hardly.
Passing the baton to Cassian Pewe, hey?
Mm.
I was looking for an excuse not to go, actually. I should thank you.
Hey, you are welcome.
What's going on, Glenn?
I caught Ari cheating.
- No. - I went to the hospital to, er...
to surprise her
and saw her kissing some guy.
- Who was he? - I didn't stay to find out.
How many bottles is that?
Come on.
Neck it! Neck it! Neck it!
Oh, what?!
Guys, would you mind just leaving that?
Seriously, can you put that down?
I'm Cassian Pewe.
I've been introduced to everyone here except you.
I'm Mimi. I work in Joanna's office.
RMP.
Yes, of course.
Have you worked in Brighton long?
Five years. I moved here from London.
Oh, I'm moving from London. Very soon, in fact.
Have you found a place yet?
I've been looking, but no, not yet.
I'm trying to find somewhere where you can't hear the seagulls.
Good luck with that.
That's why I'm glad I live in Haywards Heath. No seagulls.
Excuse me, it's time.
I'm sorry, Mimi, can we... continue this later?
Sure.
We're on.
First of all, I would like to thank you all for this lovely send-off.
I am going to miss Brighton...
and all of my colleagues, of course.
Where's Roy Grace?
He should be here by now.
Now, there will be a formal announcement in due course
but I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you
to my successor as ACC,
Detective Superintendent Cassian Pewe.
? Oh! What shall We do with the drunken sailor?
? What shall we do With the drunken sailor?
? Early in the morning!
? What shall we do With the drunken sailor?
? What shall we do With the drunken sailor... ?
No! Please.
We're not kids any more.
Guys, stop, this isn't funny.
Please stop, seriously.
Don't!
Oh, no.
Oh, look!
- Are you cold, Olly? - Yeah, of course I'm bloody cold.
- Mate, here you go. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Gotta do it properly.
Argh! You never fight back!
Look at him. No backbone, no fight.
Wait, wait, here he comes.
Come on. Take a swing at me.
You know you want to.
- Come on! - No.
- Just stop it, please. - Hit him!
- Just leave me alone! - Leave me alone!
Just leave me alone!
Rollo, we're friends.
I'm not your friend!
What gave you that idea?
I'm bored.
Let's go back and have some fun.
You slag, you dirty...
Party in my room.
Hey, lads, party in my room.
Hey, ladies. Ladies.
- Mini bar. - Excuse me.
'Leave me alone, Rollo.
'Come on, little Olly, we're just mucking about.'
'Poor little Olly.
- 'Don't sulk, Olly. - 'Go away!'
'Come on, I can put a smile back on that face.'
The rumour is he's having a party!
Not that one.
Hey, hey, you, girly!
Hey, you, girly. Come and party.
- Are you deaf? - She's deaf as a board.
No, thank you.
Why not? Who do you think you are?
- Not even pretty. - Boys, boys.
Have some class.
Sorry. Sorry.
My friends, they don't know when to stop.
I'm fine. But thank you.
Good night.
I knew she wasn't happy with me.
The way I'd been behaving.
You mean... the recklessness?
Yeah.
I knew it was a problem and I wanted to fix it.
That's the reason why we were going to couples' therapy.
But why did Ari agree to it if she knew
that she was interested in this guy from work?
I mean, why was she wasting my time, man?
Making me feel like it was me, like it was all my fault.
Well, listen, you're welcome to stay here
until you get things sorted out.
- OK. - As long as you like.
You don't have to do that, Roy.
No, I know.
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Forensics from the plant were...
Glenn. Excuse me.
What are you doing here? I thought I told you to take the day off?
And do what?
You don't even have Netflix, Roy.
I mean, all your DVDs are Spaghetti Westerns,
you don't have an Xbox or a PS5.
I mean, seriously, what do you do when you're at home.
Are you saying that my house is sad?
Er... tragic.
- OK, well... - Excuse me, Roy.
A young woman called Mimi Taylor was raped last night
in the Royal Edward Hotel.
The suspect's unknown.
They assaulted the victim with a sex toy.
The sexual offences investigative officer
says it's politically sensitive and wants you to take a look.
Are you telling me that the victim was at Vosper's leaving do?
She was indeed.
The SOIT officer's on her way over to see her.
- You went to bed? - Yes.
What's the next thing you remember?
I woke up and he was already in my room...
crawling on my bed.
Exactly what did you see?
It was dark. I could barely make him out.
I could feel the weight of him, but I couldn't see him.
And then what happened?
Then I realised he was covered in black rubber.
His face and everything, like an alien, a monster.
You're doing really well.
I felt like I was watching it all happen
from the other side of the room.
I wasn't in my body at all, I was...
I was just numb.
I didn't move. I didn't scream.
I should have screamed, but I couldn't.
And I was frozen, trapped.
What kind of sick mind dresses up in a full latex body suit
and assaults his victims with a dildo?
Roy.
Are you OK?
Ten years ago when I was a DS,
there was a series of rapes just like this.
The press called him The Brighton Prowler.
We didn't catch him.
And when the attacks stopped, I hoped he was dead.
So much for hope.
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All the victims report
being snatched by a bloke driving a white van
who steals their lipstick after assaulting them.
Find the van, find their lipsticks, that's our rapist.
Simple. OK?
So, who drives white vans?
Tradesmen.
I wanna look at every self-employed able-bodied man in this city.
That is every plumber, plasterer, electrician, builder,
anyone who has access to a white van.
The guy we're looking for
is willing to grab a girl off of the streets
so he's reckless, impulsive.
Go ahead, sergeant.
The rapist wears a latex body suit and uses a sex toy, right?
- Kinky sod, yeah. - Or forensically aware?
We haven't found a trace of fibre or DNA on any of the victims.
Point being?
Well, the point being that that doesn't sound reckless
or impulsive to me.
That sounds controlled and planned.
He's a perv...
grabbing girls off the streets at night when he sees the chance.
Dumps 'em in a lay-by after.
Does it after work with a van full of tools.
This isn't the work of a criminal mastermind.
I think we might be underestimating who we're dealing with here.
So what would you have us do differently, sergeant?
I would widen the suspect profile.
To what?
Every man in the city?
Ten years ago, a guy wearing a full latex body suit
raped his victims with a sex toy in the back of a white van.
We called him The Brighton Prowler.
Skerritt was convinced he was a local tradesman.
We put hours into tracking down every white van man in Brighton.
We never caught him.
So, what? He just stopped? Why?
Well, jail time is the obvious answer.
It's also possible he moved away,
abroad, perhaps, and continued offending
and now has returned.
Or he could have been in a relationship which has now ended.
Mimi was raped in her hotel room.
So same guy, different MO?
Or different guy altogether?
Copy cat.
The Prowler used to steal the victim's lipstick
after the attack.
And Mimi Taylor has confirmed that her assailant stole one too.
A MAC... Lady Danger.
Nick, could you go down to storage
after the briefing and pick up all the files on Operation Moonfall.
You'll need a swipe card to get in.
Yes, boss.
OK, we have a list here of all the attendees
at Vosper's party and all the other functions in the hotel,
all the guests that stayed overnight and the staff.
The attacker was in the hotel on Friday evening.
His name could be on that list somewhere.
Are police interviewing the top brass?
This one's gonna ruffle a lot of feathers.
Yeah, I'd prefer to call it material witnesses to be eliminated
from our inquiry.
And, by the way, do we have any volunteers?
Looks like I'm the only one with the balls for the job, eh?
OK, also find out who on that list was in Brighton July 2012.
Most of the guests don't seem local and the staff turnover's pretty high
- so I'm gonna say not many. - Good.
CCTV?
Hotel only has cameras in the foyer.
So if the attacker was a member of staff,
- he could have used the service entrance. - Is that not covered?
Afraid not.
Where are we with Mimi Taylor's mobile phone?
Waiting on digital forensics.
OK. Let's get to it.
- This is everything? - Er...
Isn't this enough?
Well, the victim statement files aren't here.
This is all of Operation Moonfall.
There's nothing left downstairs but dust.
We've checked. This is it.
I need you to go through all these boxes, log every file,
find out if anything else has gone missing.
I'm gonna have to re-interview the original victims.
Find out where they are. Set that up.
Wow.
After all these years thinking you'd put it behind you
then getting a call like that.
Without the victims' statements, there is no case.
I've got no choice.
So Norman and Bella tracked down the Prowler's victims
and found that Jade Albright committed suicide in 2015...
..Lea Brooks moved to New Zealand,
and Anna Bolney stayed put.
So I hear nothing for a decade, and then you turn up out of the blue
and tell me you've lost my statement?
It was a massive inquiry
and sometimes evidence gets misplaced.
I'm so sorry.
Well, I can't say that I'm that surprised, to be honest,
given the way I was treated.
What do you mean?
The contempt.
You know, after the attack,
all the detective wanted to know was how short my skirt was,
if I was wearing any make-up, how much I'd had to drink.
He acted like he was hardly surprised that I'd been raped.
I was 20.
I was walking home from a friend's house
that was only five minutes away and pulled into a van.
Why does a few drinks mean that I deserve that?
We're... we're really sorry you were treated that way.
I can't change the past, Anna,
or take away the pain of what happened to you,
but I can promise to do better if you will give us the chance.
I think I was in shock... after the attack.
I could barely speak.
Then a few days after the interview, I remembered...
..the radio had been playing in the van.
I thought about telling the detective
but I couldn't face seeing him again.
Tell me about the radio.
It was just so strange.
I was being attacked by this monster in the back of a van
and the music was...
..beautiful.
Classical.
That's a really useful detail, Anna. Thank you.
It's not nothing.
I can't stand to listen to anything like that now.
It makes me spiral.
Can you remember the name of the detective
who took your statement?
Sid Barrow. Get him on the phone.
No, I can't, boss, he's gone.
- I know he's retired. - No.
He shuffled off this mortal coil.
Heart attack in Malaga year after he got his pension.
He interviewed Anna Bolney after she was raped,
treated her with contempt.
- Made her feel like she was to blame. - Course he did.
Yeah, I did a stint with him back in the day.
Talk about old school, he was your teacher.
I know the type.
Chauvinistic, misogynistic.
Look, I'm not saying it was right,
I'm just saying he was last of the old breed.
Because of Barrow's complete lack of empathy,
Anna didn't feel able to report a crucial detail
- about the rape. - What detail?
The Prowler was a classical music fan.
Right, so...
not your average white van man.
When did you ever hear a few bars of Schubert
being played on a building site? Hm?
I wish I'd known this ten years ago.
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Well, his name is Jack.
And I swear, Sasha, if he doesn't look exactly like his profile pic,
I'm going home.
I'm so tired of short, middle-aged,
bald men walking up like that's OK.
Well, his suits are on point, though, so wish me luck.
And don't wait up, OK? Love you! Mwah.
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Thought you might be hungry.
Oh! Starving.
Hey.
- Hello. - Hello.
Right.
I don't want to interrupt your flow.
No, please interrupt. I needed a break.
- So, this is your home from home? - Mm-hm.
I've slept here more times than I can remember.
There's actually a knack to putting the chairs together
that makes them almost comfortable.
Mm.
How's it going with Glenn?
It's like living with a teenager.
Dirty plates in his room, loud music.
Has he spoken to Ari yet?
No.
I feel so sad for them.
It's driving me crazy that I can't get him to talk to her.
I really want them to get through this.
Maybe they can't.
But they're so good together.
You can't save everybody, Roy.
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- Oh, er, sorry. - No, go, take it.
Grace.
Roy, it's Detective Marcel Kullen from Munich Police.
Marcel, I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon.
I visited the place your friend Dominic thought he saw her.
I have shown Sandy's picture in all the cafes and shops.
I am sorry to tell you that no-one remembers seeing her.
'Is it possible that your friend was mistaken?'
Yeah. Yeah, it's... it's possible.
It's just that, erm...
Sandy's grandmother had a house outside Munich.
Sandy used to go there as a child.
It held good memories for her.
I can see why you thought it was a good lead.
I am so sorry I don't have better news for you, Roy.
No, not at all. Erm... Thanks again for your help.
You all right?
Yeah, nothing to report.
Did you save me a spring roll?
Roy, digital forensics sent through all the texts
they got off Mimi Taylor's phone.
I've highlighted the last text she received the night of the attack.
Cassian Pewe?
Looks like he wanted to see her that night,
and she said no, she wasn't in the mood.
Has he been interviewed yet?
No. He's on my list.
- Move him to the top. - Absolutely.
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Sorry to bother you, Sid, I'm looking for Skerritt.
Stuck at a press conference.
- You got a lead? - Yeah. Erm...
It's all right, I'll talk to Skerritt later.
You can talk to me now.
You know everything has to go through me first.
Chain of command.
Clear lines of communication prevents misunderstandings.
We've had a report of a missing woman, Rachel Ryan.
Last seen walking home along St James's Row last night.
Her parents were expecting her home today
as it's her birthday, but she never showed up.
They checked her flat
and it looks like she never made it home.
- That's it? - No. The CCTV...
picked up a white van travelling down the road at speed.
Now, I think there's a good chance Rachel Ryan was abducted
- by the Prowler. - Plates?
No, the CCTV was really poor quality.
The other victims were abducted for an hour or so
and then dumped in a lay-by outside the city.
They didn't disappear for days. It's the wrong MO, it's not our man.
Maybe something went wrong.
Maybe he kept hold of her longer.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. Anyone see this girl get in the van?
- No. - No reports of screaming, cries for help?
- No. No. - So she could be at a pal's house.
Could have found something more exciting to do
than tea with her parents on her birthday.
- With all due respect, sir... - With all due respect...
..we've got the press baying for blood
and the last thing we need right now is more panic
cos of your long shot hunch that doesn't even fit the suspect's MO.
What about Rachel Ryan, then?
You want to look for her in your own time,
I'm not gonna stop you.
Oh, congratulations, sir, on your new appointment.
We're all... really looking forward to working with you.
- Erm... - Potting, sir.
DS Norman Potting.
Right.
Oh, of course,
we need to clear up that small matter of your text
you sent to Mimi Taylor on the evening of her assault.
I beg your pardon.
Your text, sir.
It's a bit unfortunate, don't you think?
Asking a woman if she's up for it moments before she's raped.
Follow me.
I sincerely hope you're not implying that I was responsible.
No, I'm talking to all the top brass, you know,
tying up the loose ends, making myself popular.
After the event ended, I had a drink in the hotel bar
with Alison Vosper, the Police and Crime Commissioner
and the leader of the council.
I hope those alibis are good enough for you.
And what time did you get back to your room?
Around 11.
Where were you at 12:15?
- In my room. - Alone?
Of course.
You didn't leave the room
to go and see Mimi Taylor after you texted her?
No.
Her reply said she wasn't interested.
And there's no alibi for that, right?
Oh, sir, sir, sorry,
just... just one more question.
Were you in Brighton in July 2012?
You know, the time of the Olympics?
I'll have to check my diary.
You have... Right, you don't know where you were
at the time when we were winning all those gold medals?
Bradley Wiggins,
Victoria Pendleton, Anthony Joshua?
I was on secondment in Brighton but also in London.
If you give me the exact dates, I will check against my diary.
Well, thank you, sir.
And believe me when I say that
this is uncomfortable for me too.
I think we're done.
How did your date go with Jack last night?
Honestly, I thought it would be all right
because he looked like his profile,
but after a few drinks he suggested we go to a hotel,
and I was like, "No".
Then he went completely silent and just stared at me.
- Urgh, awkward. - Yeah, I left.
Next. Wrist band.
Why are guys like that?
I mean, is it all of them, though? Or is it just the ones that I pick?
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
'Please do not step out of the car.'
Get off!
I want to get out!
What's going on?
He just put his hand inside my top. I can't be here, I have to get out.
He was just scaring you.
No, I'm not an idiot! He touched me up.
You was grabbed.
It's part of the experience. People like it.
I didn't like it.
Well, then, maybe you'd better stick to the kiddies' rides.
- Come on. - What the...
- Waste of time. Ridiculous. - I know.
Johnny.
What have I told you about grabbing girls?
Do you want 'em scared or not?
You're gonna get into real trouble one of these days.
Get off.
Detective Kullen has said the Munich Police
have drawn a blank on Sandy. There's no trace of her.
Oh!
So I have to ask you, Dom...
..are you 100% certain that it was her you saw?
I was at the time.
Is there any chance you could have been mistaken?
I thought I saw her, then she was gone.
I went back to the cafe a couple of times, you know,
hoping she'd be there again so I could speak to her
but nothing. Maybe I imagined her.
Well, I've imagined her quite a few times.
Look, I've started the process of having Sandy legally declared dead.
I've taken out ads in the German newspapers.
Anyone that might know her has 21 days to reply to the High Court.
- Has anyone come forward? - No. No-one.
Oh, sorry, Roy.
Yeah, me too.
Queenie.
What is it?
Roxy Harris was attacked and raped last night in her own home.
Her description of the assailant suggests it could be the Prowler.
- Any lipstick stolen? - Yeah. Vincenze in Bold Rose.
Initial reports from forensics aren't good.
There's no prints or DNA samples found at the scene so far.
So he used to grab his victims off the street and into a van,
and now he's entering hotel rooms and houses.
That's a big change in MO.
I always knew he was a careful planner.
He appeared to be a risk taker but each of these abductions
was flawless, no witnesses, no clues.
I think what we're seeing now is not so much a change
in his MO, more a evolution.
In these two recent attacks,
he waited inside for his victims.
That shows an enormous degree of planning and confidence.
He must know these areas here very well.
He knew his way around the hotel, he knew everything about Roxy's house.
He's got to be scoping them out before he strikes.
Yeah, Nick, check all the CCTV footage
- around Roxy's house from the past week. - Yes, boss.
And if everything's planned and nothing's left to chance,
he's carefully selecting his victims.
Do they have something in common?
Bella, check their mobile phones, their social media,
where they visit, where they eat,
there must be a connection somewhere.
Oh, and... as of today,
I am adding Rachel Ryan to the list of the Prowler's victims.
She disappeared July 27th, 2012.
Yeah, but she wasn't included in the Operation Moonfall inquiry.
Which was a mistake.
I think that Rachel could have been the last of the victims
before he disappeared for ten years.
She might be the reason he was gone for so long.
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Are you OK?
I'm just thinking.
About what?
Why am I being treated as a suspect?
- You were asked a few questions, sir. - Oh, come off it, Roy.
You texted the victim.
My team are just following procedure, it's not personal.
Oh, really?
So this has nothing to do with me looking into Sandy's disappearance?
No.
It's not revenge... for me digging up your garden?
You were doing your job. I'm doing my job.
My movements for July 2012.
It's the best that I can remember.
Oh, and don't get excited about the gaps.
Had I known I was going to be persecuted a decade later,
I would have been more meticulous.
I was wondering if I could speak to someone about the rape
at the Royal Edward Hotel.
Anonymously.
His name is Rollo Mercer.
We were all at the hotel that night. It was our school reunion.
And why do you think Rollo's the Prowler?
Because he's been a deviant since he was 14.
I knew it was him straightaway.
How?
Cos he likes to dominate.
Both men and women.
He enjoys their fear.
He's a sadist, and he thinks that he's untouchable.
What did he do to you?
I couldn't say no.
I wasn't allowed to.
He put lipstick on me, and...
Tell me about the lipstick.
That's in the past.
All that matters now are these women.
Bella had a tip from a walk-in
naming a man who is also on our hotel guest list.
We're investigating a series of rapes
and we know that you were in the Royal Edward Hotel on July 15th.
The school reunion. Yeah, I was there.
Do you know the victim, Mimi Taylor?
Not one of ours, no.
Can you tell us where you were at midnight?
Absolutely. I was with my very good friends, Mingo...
Sorry, Miles Hawthorn, Freddie Punt,
and Caspar Barclay, aka Badger, in the hotel bar.
We were sampling a fine Armagnac and ruing the smoking ban
that prevents one from enjoying a fine cigar.
And you were with them the whole time?
Well... not the whole time.
I went for a slash,
caught up with my old house master, it was a social evening.
Is there anything else?
Yeah. Where were you last night?
Last night?
Er... Sunday...
I was here, working.
- On a Sunday? - Hm. Not unusual.
Bo was here, she'll vouch for me.
Bo.
Last night, we were working here, right?
Yeah.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
There you go. Thank you, Bo.
July 2012. Hm.
Sorry, what about it?
Were you in Brighton?
It was the London Olympics, if that helps.
I... Yes.
I was in a tight spot financially trying to set up this agency.
Then I managed to secure some funding from an angel investor.
Stressful times. But look at me now.
Anna Bolney.
Jade Albright.
Lea Brooks. Rachel Ryan.
- Do they ring any bells? - Not on my books. No.
Is that it?
Are we done?
For now.
Think he could be the Prowler?
I think he's something. Made my skin crawl.
Yeah, right, thanks.
I've been looking through Mimi Taylor
and Roxy Harris's phones and I found a link.
They both used the same cab app and they both gave a one-star review
to a driver called Johnny Kerridge.
What do we know about this guy?
Kerridge works part-time at the Horror Hotel ride on the pier.
Tripadvisor have had several complaints from women
saying they assaulted them.
- And he still works there? - His mam owns the ride.
You'll love this.
The character he plays on the ride is the faceless ghoul.
- Faceless? - Dresses head to toe in black.
What do you think?
Ten years younger, right?
Am I the prettiest girl you know?
Course, Mum.
And... you'll never leave me...
for someone else?
I'm not going anywhere.
We're a team, Mum.
You know that.
Are you OK?
Have you ever had 100 red flags on a date?
When have I not?
Go to the bar and order an angel shot.
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- Hi. - Hi.
Can I get an angel shot, please?
Yeah, course you can. Just follow me.
- I've called you a cab. - Thank you so much.
Fine, it's not a problem.
- Have a safe night. - Thank you, I will.
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I hope I done you proud, Reg.
Sleep tight, mate.
Hello?
Excuse me?
Sorry, you can't park here.
It's private property.
I'm on my break.
There was an incident at the Royal Edward Hotel on Friday.
Apparently you dropped someone off there.
Recognise her?
Yeah, I guess.
Why did she give you a one-star review?
Cos she was a diva.
You can't say anything to some of these girls.
They take offence at everything.
Hm. You offend Roxy Harris too?
She's another snowflake.
You get a lot of dissatisfied customers at the fun fair.
- There's a lot of happy ones too. - Not the ones you assault.
It's not assault.
It's part of the ride.
They pay to get scared, so I make sure they get their money's worth.
I don't discriminate either.
I grab everyone, male, female... gays, straights.
But... some of these girls...
..complainers, you know, they're feminists.
They wouldn't know a good time if it bit 'em.
Right. So it's your word against theirs?
It's how it works, innit?
Yeah, well, he's denying everything, but he would, wouldn't he?
Yeah, all right. Good call, boss. Cheers.
What are we doing?
Keeping him on a tight leash.
ANPR, CCTV, the works.
Any news on the sighting of Sandy?
Well, Dominic's backtracking.
He's now saying he's not even sure it was her that he saw.
There you go.
- It was a mistake. - Yeah, I think so.
Bet you Cleo was relieved to hear it.
Yeah, I haven't actually mentioned to Cleo the sighting.
Oh, what?
- Roy, why? - Because...
Because...
I've lived with Sandy's ghost all these years
and I am trying... I am trying to move on
without messing up what I've got with Cleo.
I didn't mention the sighting to her because I thought it might have been
a lot of fuss about nothing, and I was right.
It was. It was a false alarm.
So, this is Verlaine Road...
..12 hours before Roxy was attacked.
You know we could have done this at your house.
On the sofas, feet up.
First of all, I don't like taking work home with me,
and secondly, you've been dropping chips and sauce all over the place
and I don't particularly want it on my furniture,
thank you very much.
Come to think of it, I am running low on shirts.
Might have to borrow one of yours.
OK.
This is an off licence on Corinthe Street.
You know, you could always go home and get some fresh clothes from Ari.
That would involve me talking to her.
Would that be such a bad thing?
Wait.
There. Look. That's Roxy.
This is 24 hours prior to the attack.
Wait, just run that back.
There, doesn't that look like she's waiting for Roxy?
We now believe that this woman
might be helping the Prowler scope his victims,
checking where they live, who they live with.
It's smart. The victims would notice if a man was following them,
but not necessarily a woman.
Yeah, but what kind of woman helps a rapist?
She might not have a choice.
Boss.
I checked the activity logs for Operation Moonfall.
The victim statements were definitely there
when the files went into storage in July 2013.
- They were later checked out in August. - By whom?
- Still trying to find out. - OK.
Let me know as soon as you have a name.
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Happy birthday, darling.
Thank you.
I thought we could have a drink before we go for dinner.
Oh, it's a lovely idea, but...
..I'm on duty, I can't drink.
You've been at work all day, now you're switching off.
For my birthday.
- Tell that to Skerritt. - Give me his number and I will.
They've cancelled all leave.
We're on these rape cases around the clock.
And I still haven't found Rachel Ryan.
- I'm sorry. - Just have a drink.
It's not like anyone will know.
If I get called out and someone smells alcohol on my breath...
..I could lose my job. Please, Sandy, understand.
I understand. I understand all too well.
I will always come second.
If we have a baby, they'll come second too.
I'll have to show your son or daughter
pictures of you in the newspaper so they know who you are.
Don't.
Choose me.
Roy Grace.
'Roy, there's a burned body been found in a barn.'
Could it be Rachel?
'Can't tell.'
OK, I'll be right there.
Why are you more interested in a dead woman than me?
This is a man.
A very old man at that, late 70s, 80s.
Small amount of lung tissue survived,
no sign of smoke or flame inhalation,
which means he wasn't breathing when the fire started.
How'd the old fella die?
They found high levels of chemotherapy drugs
in the remaining tissue, so maybe an advanced cancer.
Natural causes, then?
The only unnatural thing was the fire.
Dental records?
Intense heat caused the crowns to explode.
There's nothing I can see remaining that could get you anywhere.
I think DNA is gonna be your best chance,
but a match isn't guaranteed.
Not your Rachel Ryan, then.
I still believe she was a victim of the Prowler.
Course you do.
We all make mistakes when we're learning.
If the old man died of cancer, then why destroy his body?
Why set him on fire?
I can think of lots of reasons. Number one, benefit fraud.
Cover up your grandad's death, collect his pension.
Number two, dodgy undertakers.
Re-selling the same coffin over and over.
Either way, it's not a murder. So we're off the hook.
And before you moan at me,
go and call the Department of Works and Pensions.
Them boys are bloodhounds for this sort of thing.
Fancy meeting you here.
How's it going?
Are you any closer to finding the Prowler?
I feel like we're getting closer, but he's still out of reach.
You'll catch him.
Ever since the first inquiry,
I've studied serial rapists,
their psychology, their motivation,
and I think I know the Prowler. There's just one thing...
..I would like to understand.
He steals lipstick from his victims.
I know it's a trophy, but...
..why lipstick? Why not something else?
Erm...
Well, lipstick can be a way for a woman to feel powerful, in control.
I know when I'm going out and I want to feel confident,
there's nothing like a red lip.
- War paint. - Yeah, kind of.
I think maybe by taking the lipstick,
he's trying to take their power, their agency.
He needs people to suffer so he can feel strong.
He's a bully.
A little thank you for being my alibi the other day.
Wear it tonight.
Leo. Do you have time for a quick chat?
I have some thoughts about your portfolio.
Yeah, great. Guys, see you there, OK?
Time to hit the club, people. Let's go, let's go.
Care to join?
Look at us.
Beauty and the beast.
I said I'd meet everyone at the club.
So, I better go.
We can talk about my portfolio another time.
Oh, no rush. We have lots to discuss.
Yeah. Be a love...
..undo this knot.
- Oh, I don't know how to massage. - Everyone knows how.
You just have to get in there and feel your way.
Come on.
You have such a bright future.
I think if we work together...
..you could be a real star.
Boss. I found something.
- I can't quite make sense of it. - What is it?
OK, so, the swipe card holder
who took out the victims' statements from Operation Moonfall
also removed a statement from an unconnected investigation.
It was taken out at the same time as the Operation Moonfall statements
and it was also never returned.
What do we know about it?
The statement was given by a man called Pete Cooper in August 2012.
- Who's he? - As far as I can tell,
the Department of Work and Pensions interviewed him
when they were looking into an unidentified body.
Must have been a fraud case.
Wait, I think I remember this.
Yeah, we found a burned body.
And Sid Barrow palmed it off on the DWP.
Why would someone go into cold case storage
and take statements from two unrelated inquiries?
I'm Pete Cooper. How can I help you?
Detective Superintendent Roy Grace. This is my colleague DS Branson.
- Take a seat. - Thank you.
Mr Cooper, ten years ago, you gave a statement to the police.
Yes. Yes, I did.
- Can you remember what it was about? - Er...
A PC visited me asking if we'd had a body go missing.
Which struck me as a bit Burke and Hare.
They were talking to all the local firms, I think,
looking for a rogue undertaker
who was setting fire to bodies on the Downs.
Was quite the talk of the pub for a while.
If you had nothing to report, why did you give a statement?
Ah, I remember. I'd noticed a woman parked round the back
and I went to tell her it was private property
and I had a bad feeling about it.
Cos we keep a lot of valuables on the premises,
jewellery belonging to the deceased,
and I was worried she might come back.
- Did she? - No.
No, but I was that concerned, I tried checking the CCTV.
It had glitched that night, it was all blank.
Can you describe the woman you saw that night?
No. No, it was too dark.
Do you know what make of car she was driving?
No.
I'm sorry, I can't remember much else.
Except that it had been an emotional night for me,
I'd been preparing an old friend for burial. Reg.
He used to be an undertaker too so I was taking special care
cos I bet he was watching me.
Reg died of cancer, right?
Yeah.
Made it to 85 before it got the better of him.
- Was he in an open casket? - No, closed.
And you were the last person to see him?
Yeah.
I said a few words, held his hand, closed the casket and left.
- We buried him the next morning. - Do you have the exact date?
Yeah, bear with me.
Er...
Yeah, 29th of July, 2012.
Up at Woodgrove Cemetery.
Ten years ago...
..in the early hours of July 29th,
we found the body of a man in his 80s burnt to cinders in a barn.
So you think that burnt body might be his mate, Reg?
I also think the woman who was waiting outside the back
was involved somehow.
The same woman who waited for Roxy Harris.
I think we have to consider that a distinct possibility, yes.
So who's been buried in Reg's grave for the last ten years?
You know, you'd look much prettier if you chose a warmer foundation.
What?
Your make-up. You're choosing cool tones
and they're too blue for your skin.
You should be thinking apricot.
Don't look at me, thanks.
If you don't want to be looked at, then why all the slap?
Why the short dress, why the high heels?
Everything about you is screaming, "Look at me." So I'm looking.
And I can see everything.
Doors are locked for your own safety.
Open the bloody door!
Gotcha.
Stop! Police, stop!
Come with me, come with me.
As you were chasing Daisy through the traffic,
what were you gonna do when you got hold of her?
Make her pay.
What do you mean by that, Johnny?
- How do you make girls pay? - Well...
usually contactless.
What?
No-one uses cash these days, they pay me on the app.
I was worried she was gonna stiff me for the ride
and give me bad feedback.
Right, and you really expect us to believe that, do you?
Do you have any idea how hard this job is?
I try to make the experience as enjoyable as I can.
I keep the car clean.
I provide bottled water...
USB chargers,
I... I play nice music.
But they still turn up drunk.
They're sick in the back, they're abusive, they don't tip.
Does it make me angry?
Yeah. It does.
How would you feel if I turned up at your office and puked all over it?
I bet I could throttle a confession out of him.
Said the ghost of Sid Barrow.
Is it definitely Rachel?
Dental records just confirmed, yes.
How did she die?
A single blow to the skull from a blunt object.
Possibly a hammer.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
Yeah, I can finally tell her parents...
what happened.
Rachel's parents are gonna be devastated.
At least they'll be able to move on with their lives.
Douglas, Gail, this is my colleague DS Branson.
May we come in?
Pete Cooper thought he was burying Reginald Matthews
when, in fact, he was burying Rachel Ryan.
We believe that the Prowler's female accomplice waited
until Pete Cooper left the funeral parlour
and then switched the bodies.
Yeah, but that was a decade ago.
- I'm guessing forensics aren't gonna be helping out. - No.
Which is why we need you, Nick,
- to concentrate on who removed those statements from storage. - Yes, boss.
They knew that if we ever spoke to Pete Cooper,
there's a good chance we'd find Rachel.
Where are we on that?
I'm still waiting on the security company,
but I will chase them again.
I need the name of the card holder.
Now.
Or I will get a warrant
and I will come down there and I will get it myself.
Boss!
I found out who took the victims' statements
from our cold case storage.
Roy. Welcome to my new office.
Perhaps you'd like to help me pick out a desk.
You were seconded here in 2012/2013.
Yes. So?
Why did you remove the victims' statements from Operation Moonfall?
- I didn't. - Your name is on the swipe card.
I never had a card.
Well, it says here...
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I was that concerned, I tried checking the CCTV.
It had glitched that night.
It says what?
Nothing. My mistake.
- What did Cassian say? - SARMS.
Seaview Alarms and Remote Monitoring Services.
Pete Cooper had SARMS CCTV at the funeral parlour.
It was installed at the hotel.
We've got SARMS here guarding the storage room,
issuing the swipe cards.
The Prowler is somebody inside this company.
Hello! Anyone home?
Jack? What the hell?
You shouldn't have done that, Jesse.
SARMS have had the contract
to manage our cold case storage for over a decade.
- Who's in charge? - Oliver Starling.
And Oliver Starling's the guy who tipped us to look at Rollo Mercer.
He said they were school friends.
Was Oliver Starling at the Alciston House reunion?
Yes, he was.
I can't believe he walked in here and threw us Rollo Mercer as bait.
The Prowler had eyes on us all along.
Yeah, well now we know who he is and what he looks like.
Let's go and pick him up.
Where is everybody?
Look, the hotel. The police station.
These streets.
These are the streets he grabbed his victims from in 2012.
Grace.
Jesse Dawson, 19, student at East Sussex.
Snatched from halls by a man driving a white van.
But we have no visual on the van.
OK.
He's just taken a girl from East Sussex University.
Look. There, there and there.
OK, so here, this is where he feels safe.
This is where he hunts.
Where is he taking her?
There.
Hey! Hey!
Thank you. Thank you!
No, no, no.
- What are you doing? - I'm sorry.
Let go!
No, please, don't let him do this!
This is Rachel Ryan all over again, isn't it?
Please, I don't wanna die here!
- Stop talking! - Can't we just leave her?
Do you wanna go in the ground with her too?
No! No, I won't!
No!
Fan out, find her!
Jesse!
It's OK. It's all right.
I tried to stop him.
I'm inside unit B.
Stop! Police!
Oliver, don't!
Please.
Put Jesse on the ground.
Please, Oliver.
Now step away from the pit.
I can't go to prison.
School was like prison.
I won't go through that again.
No!
I was only 17 when I met Olly.
I thought he was so handsome and charming.
He took care of me and it made me feel safe.
But by the time I realised how... controlling and...
manipulating he was...
..I was trapped and too scared to leave.
What happened to Rachel Ryan?
She saw his face, so he killed her.
And he promised me...
that if I hid her body then he'd stop.
And he was true to his word for ten years.
And then he started again. Why?
The school reunion.
I begged Oliver not to go, but he wanted to see Rollo Mercer
to show him how... well he was doing.
And I was terrified it would trigger Olly, and it did.
It was like Jekyll and Hyde.
He left as Olly and he came back a monster.
Why did seeing Rollo Mercer have that effect on him?
Rollo was Olly's abuser.
Olly was only nine.
Rollo must have been...
..14.
It was devastating.
Olly never really recovered. He never...
..felt like a man.
What about you? Why did you help him? Why did you...
..stalk those women for him?
Because he said he'd bury me with Rachel if I didn't.
He made me wear their lipsticks, but...
..I never have to wear lipstick again, do I?
Under my guidance as acting ACC,
the Prowler has been unmasked
after a decade of missed opportunity.
I would like to praise the inquiry team
for the sensitivity of their handling
of this most difficult and challenging investigation.
Would you like to add anything, Detective Superintendent Grace?
I hope the solving of this case gives people confidence
that we take every allegation
of rape and sexual assault very seriously.
We have a specialist centre for victims
and I can promise the highest standards of care.
So if you are thinking of reporting an assault,
I would urge you to come forward.
Johnny Kerridge may not be the Prowler,
but he's a nasty piece of work, all right.
What are you gonna do?
Just dangle him off the pier for a bit.
I haven't done anything.
I'm here to make sure it stays that way.
The way you touch girls on that ride,
it's not OK.
The way you talk to women in the cab...
..it's not OK.
So you have a choice.
Change how you behave towards women,
or we'll be seeing each other again.
Personal visit if you like. Off the clock.
Just me... and you...
and the cold, blue sea.
- Mm. - Mm?
What?
I can't believe you just did that.
Oh, yeah. I'm the Batman of Brighton, me.
Come on, let's go get an ice cream before we head back.
- You wanted to speak to me? - Yeah.
You said you'd take all sexual assaults seriously.
Yes. How can I help?
We're here because of Rollo Mercer.
Who's the victim, please?
We all are.
I've been thinking.
Work is always gonna get in the way.
And I really... do not wanna lose what we have.
So I think...
..the only way we're gonna be able to see each other
is if we get our own place.
Our own?
Yeah. Yeah. Somewhere new just for us.
A garden.
A view of the sea, maybe a dog.
Well, erm...
..I'd love to, but what about Glenn?
Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine, I'll have a word with him.
Are you sure?
One hundred percent.
So no-one in Munich has responded to the ads about Sandy.
OK. So, what happens next?
Well, I attend a hearing before a High Court judge
and if the claim isn't challenged, which it won't be, that's that.
To new futures.
New futures.
God knows what my future holds.
I've lost everything, Roy.
I'm a 39-year-old man with his clothes in Tesco bags.
I am so grateful to you.
Hey, yeah, don't mention it.
Got something for you.
Wow.
Actually, it's kind of for both of us.
OK.
Oh... Yeah.
- You don't know what it is, do you? - Course I know what it is.
- What is it then? - It's a...
It's one of those game things!
Two controllers.
I am going to kick your arse, old timer!
Yeah, you probably are.
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Alessandra...
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