This programme contains some scenes which some
viewers may find upsetting and strong language
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- They've still got it, haven't they? - Who?
Badfinger.
You do know it's a cover band, right?
I was wondering.
Hey, er, I seen Micky Potts the other day.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, he says CID are looking at Llandarcy again.
Who at CID?
New boss.
Jackie Roberts, as in Jackelyn.
Have they got new evidence or something?
I don't know.
Well, has it been assigned yet?
Should've kept my mouth shut, shouldn't I?
Oh, ta. Cheers.
Thought these might come in handy.
Life-saver.
Thanks, love.
Wish me luck in the Wild West.
Wild North-West.
What?
I knew you'd forget.
The match.
Neath Rugby Club.
You hate rugby!
That is not true. That is an untruth.
Name three members of the national team.
Er, Barry John.
Two to go.
All right, it's a schmooze.
A long, boring but essential schmooze
if I'm going to climb the greasy pole.
- What time does it start tonight? - Er, be ready by seven.
Here, why don't you get yourself something, eh?
Don't be late!
Don't be late yourself!
Hello, my friends. Saturday morning is here.
Five minutes to ten, it's sunny,
and this is Stuart with you live and ready to start your day.
_
What do you want for your tea, Geraldine?
Something quick. We're going out.
Quick's not a food I've ever heard of. Have you, Sita?
No, Mrs H, I can't say I have.
What about your favourite? Fish fingers?
- Mam! - You can't go out on an empty stomach!
You tell her, Mrs H. You tell her.
What I'm saying, Ma'am,
is if you're looking at the Llandarcy murders,
well, nobody knows the case like me.
Plus, I'm not exactly overworked
and my boss will second me in a heartbeat.
That's not much of a recommendation, is it?
No, seriously, the bottom line is I'd like in, Ma'am.
Look, I don't deny we're looking at it again
and so far it hasn't been assigned.
Truth is, it's the scientists who are pushing it.
Based on new evidence?
Yes. DNA.
He's not in the system, is he?
And does the DNA prove that Sandra's killer was the same man
- that killed the other two? - I can't divulge that.
Ma'am, you can trust me...
And nor will I until I assign the case.
Ahem.
And it's Boss or Jackie,
not Ma'am.
You were CID here at the time?
Very junior.
But, er, one of the good guys.
Look...
- Oh, Paul. - Paul.
I'm still getting my feet under the table, and I'll be frank,
I'm more into fresh starts than raking over past mistakes.
Oh, sure, I understand that, but DNA is DNA.
I hadn't finished.
I did not get where I am by taking the easy path.
So if there's a snowflake's chance we can bring this man
to justice, rest assured I will give it my best shot.
Thanks for coming in and staking your claim so fulsomely, Paul.
Thank you, Ma'am. Er, Boss.
Oh, and, er, thank you for your time.
Hey-hey! There he is! Go on, Phil boy!
Size isn't everything!
Fucking boring, innit? Rugby?
Not sure this is the game at its finest, Boss.
You can't fool me, Paul.
Poor Sandra.
If only she'd got killed in Port Talbot,
she'd have a real detective investigating her case
with a chance of a result.
Not fucking funny, Tony.
The truth hurts, mate.
Look, we know who it was and we're going to nail the bastard.
Oh, yeah? Biding your time, are you? Waiting for your optimum moment?
It's been three months, boys.
Fuck this.
Let's even the odds!
So, you think you've found someone for Sandra?
Oh, he's good, isn't he?
He's very good. Silky.
Well? Do you?
Come on, boys.
Sandra's boyfriend.
He's married, he's got form and he was this close to cracking
when we sweated him.
- What happened? - Fucking solicitor pulled the plug.
OK.
So this bloke was seeing her behind his wife's back?
You must have more than that?
You know what I'm thinking, Si?
Solicitors don't work on Saturdays.
- And the ones that do are tough to get hold of. - Mm.
What do you say, Paul? Want to meet our prime suspect?
Sure.
Price of admission.
Right, let's have some fun.
You coming?
- What's this? - John, meet our colleague from Port Talbot.
He wanted to make your acquaintance, didn't you, Paul?
Hop in the car, John.
- Don't make us cuff you in front of the street. - All right.
I'll get my coat.
Yes, good. Well-timed.
Good stuff. And again, then. Let's see you.
Phil!
Keep going, I want to see 'em.
All right? Doing your bit for the community?
How's it going, Paul? All right?
Yeah, can't complain. You?
Oh, hanging in there, you know.
Listen, Phil, I've been talking to the new boss.
She wants to take a look at the Llandarcy murders.
Huh?
Yeah, I know.
- Why? - There's new evidence.
Including DNA.
Bring it! Go on, then! Bloody hell! Oi!
Fucking pack it in! Gethin!
You know what I'm going to ask.
Sorry, mate.
Too many ghosts, too painful.
Yeah, but ghosts need to be laid to rest, don't they?
Plus DNA's not all it's cracked up to be, is it?
- Says who? - They had DNA on the Lambert murder.
Couldn't solve it, could they?
Nah.
Sandra should've been linked to the Llandarcy murders from day one.
You of all people know better than anyone,
that's where the rot started.
Flattery will get you nowhere.
Where are you basing yourself?
Well,
we haven't had the official green light yet, but, er...
Getting ahead of yourself as usual?
I need this, Phil.
We both do.
And so do those rape victims.
Including your friend, Jane.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
I'm pleased she's moved on. I am.
But, er, how real is it?
- A husband and two kids real. - OK, good.
But when she's in Tesco buying their tea,
bloke in front of her might be him.
Bloke behind the till.
How can she be free of anything while he's still out there,
unpunished?
Unless he's dead.
He's not dead.
You been here before, John?
- No. - Well, you have now.
- This is... - Save it, John.
Just point out where for our guest.
The very spot, if you please.
- No, this is bullshit! - Easy now!
I am not confessing to something that I didn't do.
We're not after a confession, John.
Just need you to confirm the facts.
You had glass on your jeans.
Sandra had glass on her skirt and tights.
We did it in the scrapyard.
- The old van with broken windows... - You dirty bastard...
- And then there was blood. - It was glass from the window!
- She had her period! - How many times?!
At least once more!
Where was she left?
Sandra? Where was she left?
Down there.
- Fucking middle of nowhere. - By design.
You could take your time. And no-one could hear her scream.
I don't own a car.
I can't drive a car.
So how did I get her down here?
Magic carpet?
And there we were about to offer you a lift home
to the door.
Let's go, Paul.
- What? - We're just leaving him here?
You got a problem with that?
Let's go!
Hey!
What's this?
Good behaviour?
I wouldn't go that far.
Slow day, you know?
Right.
I'll, er, put the kettle on.
Slow down.
We're coming up on Sandra's house.
That's her mother, Pat.
And her dad?
Stepdad. Dai Williams.
Did you look at him?
Alibi.
Out driving his taxi that night.
_
- All right, girls? - You miss working here, Pauline?
Don't be daft. What is there to miss?
Let her answer!
Not really.
There you go. She always wanted to work in a clothes shop.
I mean, I miss you two.
Having a laugh.
Bit up themselves at the shop, are they?
Not really.
Just...
different, you know?
What about that dress in the window?
The turquoise one?
You said you'd get me a discount.
She said maybe she'd get you a discount.
I thought you weren't allowed out?
I'll sneak off just as Generation Game starts.
Face the music tomorrow.
They're doing my bloody head in at the moment.
It's that girl from Neath.
Sandra something.
What girl?
The one who got murdered.
Dad won't shut up about it.
Murdered? I...
never heard about that.
You probably just forgot.
It was ages ago.
People are always getting murdered in Neath.
They are not, Geraldine...
Come on!
Busy?
Well, I, er...
I didn't want to jinx it, OK, by telling you.
Jinx what?
- They might be reopening the case. - _
They might ask me to work on it again.
There's a lot of "mights".
And you honestly thought I'd be averse to the idea?
We share everything now, OK?
That's the rules.
Well, that's if they give it to me.
Of course they'll bloody give it to you.
You were the one who said to be ready by seven.
I couldn't get Warren out of the bar.
Come.
Cheers.
You ready, Mrs Bethell?
Yes.
Lovely.
Thank you!
Everything all right?
Yeah.
You're a bloody awful liar, you are.
Go on inside.
Don't leave me with them all night.
Promise. Just let me talk to Phil
and I'll come and save you, all right?
Hiya, ladies, how are you? Looking good.
- Er, G&T? - Yes, please.
All right. Bye.
Hi.
Where the fuck did you get to?
I had to get a lift with Phil!
Me, in a Reliant Robin,
with Neath CID fucking pissing themselves.
Sorry, boss.
Large scotch, darling... one for yourself.
Thanks for cheering us on!
- You win, then? - Don't pretend you care.
I won't!
Look, Phil, I...
I did something stupid.
Really fucking stupid.
- Barman's got his eyes on you, Pauline. - No, he doesn't!
- She's young enough to be your daughter! - Geraldine!
Are you trying to get us thrown out?
We'll have one more in here and then get the bus to Swansea.
Hey, if we're not drinking drinking, let's just get the bus now.
If you want to get sloshed, don't let us stop you.
How about we stop here for the night and forget Swansea?
Oi, you!
- Oh, shit... - You! Out!
What've I said about hanging around in pubs?
- We're not drinking or anything... - I'm not talking to you!
What the hell are you wearing?
They're not looking at local sex offenders, they're not even looking
at her stepfather who was out in his taxi the night she was killed.
And they're not looking at a DC from Port Talbot to solve it, either.
Well, they wanted my opinion this afternoon, let me tell you.
Or just an unpaid driver who'd keep his mouth shut.
Point being, Morgan can't drive.
How does he dump Sandra at the colliery without a car?
- It's not our case, Paul. - Look, you know me.
- I do know you. - I don't care about the messenger
as long as the message gets delivered.
If they're focused on this Morgan bloke, the killer gets a free pass.
So plenty of time to find a new victim.
Hello, girls.
Evening, Mr Watkins.
I was saying to my wife, it's warm for September,
but the nights'll draw in all the same...
Bye, Mr Watkins.
Have a good night.
You should talk to Chris Wynne maybe.
- Why? - He was seconded to Neath a while back.
He might know something.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...
- Come on, Pauline, let's go! - I can't find my keys, Geraldine!
It was an ongoing case when I was up in Neath.
Three or four rapes, as I recall.
They catch the bloke?
No. But with Griffiths in charge, I'm not surprised.
So, potentially, the rapist could be Sandra's killer?
Moving up through the gears, so to speak?
He's not fucking talking shop again, is he? Can't take him anywhere!
Sabrina says you're neglecting her.
- Karina. - ? Karina. ?
I'll tell you something I do know.
Look upon that face.
Look in those eyes.
Clever. Misses nothing.
Chief Inspector by 40, I reckon.
Oh...
Enter Tony Blair, arriving in Blackpool today
where trade union leaders are asking for exactly the same,
proof that war against Iraq is justified.
We say, before you contemplate any war anywhere,
show the people the evidence.
Show the people the evidence.
Sandra didn't know them, did she?
Pauline and Geraldine?
No.
We looked and looked for a link between them.
You know, club, pub.
Nothing.
Are you still sure there was a link?
They were killed by the same man, there's no question.
- Paul Bethell. - Paul, Jackie Roberts.
Late for a bloody dinner, so I'll be brief.
Yes, boss.
The Llandarcy job is yours.
In answer to your earlier question,
attempts to link Sandra Newton
to Geraldine and Pauline via DNA
are inconclusive but ongoing.
Right, I understand.
Good. I need to go.
Thank you.
And thank you for trusting me with this.
O ye of little faith.
That programme will be shown again on Thursday
at three o'clock on BBC Two.
Well, it's now just 17 minutes past midnight,
time on BBC One for us to wish you a very goodnight.
Goodnight.
Ahem.
- Bethell house? - It's a bad one, Paul.
We need you in.
- Boss? - All hands on deck.
Llandarcy woods, off the Swansea road.
All right, I'll be there now.
Just round the corner, up the top of the hill there.
Denver!
She's not here.
Well, they must've stopped at Pauline's.
Local farmer made the discovery.
Walter Watkins.
Admits knowing the girls.
He saw them last night at the bus stop.
Girls?
Looks like she ran for the road.
Almost made it, too.
Tripped on a bramble.
Whoa! What are you doing, son?!
- Bloke says his daughter's missing, sir. - Stop there!
Hang on! Stop there, please, sir!
- Oh! Oh! Oh! - Come on, come on.
No! No!
No!
No...!
Want me to, er, come in with you, sir?
No.
No, thanks.
What's your name?
Er, DC Bethell.
Paul.
Thank you, Paul.
Of all the places!
Tell me about it.
So we've got the killer's DNA, and that's it?
More or less.
And he's not on the database? They're sure of that?
We're building our own database.
Swabbing men who lived locally in '73
aged between 16 and 50.
16 and 50?
That's a lot of shoe leather!
Yeah, it is.
Welcome home.
Hello?
So, how big's our team?
Just the three of us for now.
What?!
You said low double figures!
- What can I tell you? - I don't know, Paul,
but three is seven short of double figures.
I asked for 12, I got two.
No, sorry.
You assured me this would be properly staffed.
And I signed up on that basis.
Hello?
Geraint! In here.
Hey, Geraint, Phil. Phil, Geraint.
Good to meet you, Phil.
Yeah. Likewise.
I thought this place shut years ago.
It's an evidence store now.
I see.
Rolling out the red carpet, are they?
OK, if I grab a coffee, boss?
Erm, later.
Er, I want to get started first.
You serious?
I've only had a sip, man.
LLandarcy today is a village haunted by fear.
Fear that a maniac strangler who's already struck twice
could strike again.
It's a place where housewives double-check their door locks at
night and where young girls are warned to stay indoors.
Killed within yards of each other,
sustaining head wounds and strangulation...
Whoa. A proper incident room.
And we ain't going home till we get him.
- Warren said the postmortem was interesting... - Yeah?
- Have we got the bastard's dabs? - Nope.
They found grass and mud on their feet.
Under their tights.
These two?
- So? - So they got dressed after he raped them.
He let them get dressed.
- What does that prove? - I don't know.
Maybe he didn't mean to kill them but changed his mind, or...
lost control and Geraldine ran for it.
Hey, Paul. Paul.
Where do you think you're going?
- Scratching an itch. - Well, scratch it later.
We've got a team briefing at two. Big boss is coming down.
- What do you want? - Just a minute of your time, John.
No, thanks.
Took me over an hour to walk home last time.
- That was Owen and Griffiths. - You were driving the fucking car!
You going to let me in or what?
What time did the film start?
Er, 9:30.
Ten.
It started at ten.
That's late.
It was like a special showing.
You can check with the cinema.
What was the name of the film?
Er, The Exorcist.
Any good?
Yeah, not bad.
I mean, it's a bit slow to begin with but, erm...
Er, sorry. What's this in aid of?
Let's say it's... in your interests
to provide an alibi for your movements last night.
The two girls from LLandarcy?
Oh, fuck off.
He's trying to help, John.
You think the man who killed them is the same one who killed S-Sandra.
I think there's a chance, yeah.
Julie Stone.
She's an usherette at the cinema.
I know her a bit. We were in a typing pool together.
And she saw you last night?
Talked to us.
On the way in and out.
You're a lucky man, John.
Some of you may have heard that we're being aided and abetted
by Scotland Yard.
Like all the best stories, it's half-true.
The Yard did offer to send someone down to show us how it's done,
but that offer was robustly, if politely, declined.
- Hear, hear. - Right.
Eyewitnesses, eyewitnesses, eyewitnesses.
And did I say...
eye...
witnesses.
House-to-house is ongoing,
we're working through the local taxi drivers,
and the hotline's up and running.
Good. What else?
Fair few sightings of the girls leaving the Top Rank on Kingsway.
Two more sightings on Fabian Way, heading east to Port Talbot.
Any local sex pests standing out from the crowd?
No, Gov.
I think we should consider a Neath connection, sir.
Neath?
A John Morgan's in the frame for the murder of a young girl up there.
Sandra Newton.
Someone mentioned her at the start of the meeting,
and I warned against getting side-tracked.
If you'd been here on time, you'd know that.
Stymied again.
Sorry, sir.
Point is, Morgan's alibi checks out for last night.
Point is, not our case, Bethell!
But if one bloke killed all three, he could well come from Neath.
Key word there being "if".
This is a double murder, and there is no room for idle speculation.
All our focus, and I mean all,
stays on Geraldine and Pauline.
Clear?
Yes, sir.
Taxi driver spotted two girls in a light-coloured Austin 1100 or 1300.
Where?
Parked in a lay-by roughly here,
between 1.45 and 2.15am.
Now that's a lead.
Ta.
Why wasn't Sandra linked to the LLandarcy killings at the time?
Given the proximity?
The sexual nature of Sandra's murder was dismissed
because there was no evidence of rape.
But they found semen on her?
Explained away by Morgan having sex with her
on the night she was murdered.
There was no forensics to prove more than one source of semen
and no vaginal injuries,
so they dismissed it as an extramarital affair.
So cos this girl was sexually active,
they took rape off the table, basically.
Basically.
Which was problematic, because Geraldine and Pauline's murders
were treated as sexually motivated from day one.
- A link should've been made right there. - Yeah.
They were looking for a serial killer, they just didn't know it.
Or they didn't want to know.
Depends how charitable you want to be.
You said our budget will limit
how many men we can swab?
500 max, so we have to be selective.
No point swabbing blokes not living locally at the time of the murders.
Or too young to have committed them. We have to get our man in focus.
What kind of bloke was he?
What age? Possible job? Did he live in Neath?
That would fit with Sandra being his first time he killed.
He took what he saw every day.
Then he moves further afield.
Don't shit where you eat.
So everyone on our list has to be a contender.
I'll make a start on the database.
Thanks, Geraint.
If we're tracking back to when he got started,
how he got started, we need to be asking...
If he raped those girls in Neath before he became a killer?
A lot of evidence suggests he did.
And there's a lot says he didn't.
That's true.
But if he did...
we have potential witnesses.
Victims, Paul, they're victims.
But at the least it could yield an e-fit.
Question I'm asking is, why are we doing this?
- Honestly? - Well, it's to find the truth.
To get...
not closure, but the next best thing.
For us or the victims?
The victims.
And if we fail?
If all we do is upend their lives
and rip off the scabs that have helped them carry on,
where's your closure then?
Look, we're taking a risk.
All right, it's a big one.
Good to hear you acknowledge that.
Look, Phil, right, we have to look at the rapes.
We have to.
And that includes your friend Jane.
I'll order down the evidence as a first step.
Anything actionable, we move on to step two.
Fair?
Fair.
Thank you.
These sexual assaults,
they predated Sandra's murder, then?
That's right, yeah.
Want a hand going through them?
Er, no, it's OK, thanks.
Suit yourself.
Do I know everything there is to know here?
Far from it.
OK. Fair enough.
But if we're going to be any kind of team...
Yeah, er...
Late '72, early '73,
there was a series of rapes.
One of the victims, Jane,
she, er...
Well, she grew up on my street.
She was 16, but she didn't come forward for five years.
That explains a few things.
Neath's a small place.
When Sandra was killed,
you'd think it'd be linked to the rapes straight away, but, erm...
But prevailing wisdom says a certain John Dilwyn Morgan was to blame.
Yeah.
And now?
Now I'm keeping an open mind.
I'm sorry about your friend.
_
All right?
Just spoke to Jane.
She's expecting us tomorrow morning.
Have you found something?
December '72, hitchhiker Susan Ferry
was picked up outside Neath by a man who tied her
with a ligature and raped her.
Said her attacker had bushy hair and stank of tobacco.
That's exactly how Jane described the man who attacked her.
- Right, this ligature's tied with a granny knot. - Mm-hm.
The same knot that was used on Pauline.
We tried to link the murders to the Neath rapes before.
Jurisdictional cock-up.
Susan was picked up in Neath
but assaulted in a park in Llangyfelach,
so Swansea got the case.
So it wasn't linked to the Neath rapes?
Not at the time, no.
Right, so maybe we should speak to Susan Ferry before we speak to Jane?
I wish we could. She died in a car crash in 1979.
This is Paul. This is Jane.
People say, "I remember my wedding or my first day of school
"like it was yesterday."
Well, I really do remember that night like it was yesterday.
_
He must've lain in wait for me...
in the trees.
The first thing I felt was my hair being pulled.
And I mean hard, like he was going to pull it out.
Then he was grabbing me and punching me.
He said, "Don't scream or I'll kill you.
"And don't struggle."
He got me down to the ground.
And he tied a rope around my neck.
He was really quiet when he did that,
like he was concentrating.
I could feel it just digging into my throat.
Then he asked me if I was a virgin.
I was.
I didn't tell him that, though.
I-I didn't say anything. I was too scared.
Then he raped me.
I know it sounds weird,
but my strongest memory is of his smell.
He stank of tobacco. I mean, reeked of it.
For years, that smell would set me off.
I'd walk into a smoky pub, and I'd just start bawling.
It got so bad, my mam gave up smoking.
We used to joke at least some good had come of it.
Afterwards...
afterwards, he stood up while I lay there shivering.
I could see a shape.
He was touching himself...
He said, "Don't open your eyes, girl.
"I'm going to have this cigarette
"and think about whether I'm going to kill you."
Was that the last thing he said to you?
No, he told me to get dressed.
And that's when I knew he wasn't going to kill me.
_
Jane, you said that you remember it like it was yesterday.
Would you be prepared to sit with a police artist
and tell them as much as you can
about the man that attacked you?
- Jane, if there's anything you don't... - Of course I would.
_
We're pretty certain he's being shielded by someone.
Could be a woman, could be a relative or someone close to him.
_
That Sunday morning, his shoes must have been muddy,
his clothing could have been blood-stained.
This man is sick and needs medical attention.
He could kill again..
unless we can get him to a doctor.
Let the police know about him...
_
before he kills again.
We will look after him, you have my word.
_
Hello, Colin.
Yeah, I'm sorry to call so late,
but we've had the results back on the DNA,
and I thought you'd want to hear as soon as possible.
You thought right.
Comparative mitochondrial testing has shown a compelling link
between Sandra Newton and Geraldine and Pauline.
All three were killed by the same man.
You are dealing with a serial killer
and all that comes with that.
Paul?
Yeah, I'm still here.
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