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 killer'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 killer
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.
*CREDITS*
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 killer 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.
Fucking hell!
- Phil? - 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 just going to 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.
You're going to 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.
- There you are. - Thanks.
Everything all right, Christine? I mean, apart from the obvious.
You asking about his family,
and saying he might've killed 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,
the 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".
- Oh, Christ! - 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, carpet-bomb it.
Please.
Anyone whose blessing we conceivably need, we get, in writing.
What is it?
- Something Geraint said. - 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.
Yes. Can I say who's calling?
Yeah, Detective Inspector Paul Bethell.
Thank you. I'll just transfer you.
Suzie? Phil Rees. I appreciate this.
- No promises how it's going to go. - I understand.
- But do your relatives know why I'm here? - 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 killer.
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 killer'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 killer.
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 killer is, how have you got his DNA?
From semen deposits he left at the scene.
That's how we know that one man killed 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.
Joseph 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.
Um...this 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.
- I'll go and get you a beer. - 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. - 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.
- I'm very touched. - Hmm!
How 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.
- Have the police been in touch? - 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... Fuck! Huh!
That was pretty much my reaction.
- Got to run. - Speak soon. Bye.
Hey? It's happening.
We're exhuming.
Fucking hell! Well done, boss.
Team effort. Right, Phil?
- Right. - 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.
- Yeah. On it. - 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.
- Which was? - Well, keeping the whole thing under wraps.
No press release, nothing.
- Backfired? - 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 fucking told him?!
He's fishing, that's all.
Well, he's definitely fucking 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.
- Even Willoughby himself. - 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.
- Fear that they're guilty. - Yeah, or they're just awkward bastards,
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 bastard!
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. Thank you.
Who is she bloody kidding?
What's it going to 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 murdered 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.
- On what? - 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 a warrant. - What about Paul?
I'll worry about Paul.
They're waiting for you, OK?
OK.
- Ah, Paul. - 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?
- Afraid so. - 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.
Going to put Vicente straight in there to avoid contamination.
- From what? - 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.
- Drink? - 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...
once in a while, you're going to interface with the members, right?
Hmm!
Something 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
- than he showed his victims. - 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.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Steady.
There he is!
- Kappen? - 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.
- Paul? - Hmm?
None of this'd be happening if you weren't such a stubborn bastard.
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 on the left.
- Thank you. - No problem.
Just coffee in here, right?
Of course, Inspector.
- There's some sandwiches there for you, as well. - Ta.
Thanks, Karina. For everything, you know, not just...
Huh! 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...
it's 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 killer Joseph Kappen.
The man they called the Saturday Night Strangler.
Kappen, who the police believe raped and killed
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 killer,
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.
Oh, hiya. Er...is it OK if we come and get out the wind?
- Yeah. - Thanks. - Cheers, mate.
Hmm! This is where you came that night.
- Yeah. - 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 fucking relish it!
But I know better than anyone, it's not that simple.
Hmm.
Men!
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!
- Do you like it? - I love it!
What do I owe you?
Is next weekend OK? I-I had to pay someone back.
- Sure. - 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.
- I know, I... - It just seems wrong.
You bang on about that dress for days...
- Geraldine, please...! - Fuck off, Geraldine! Just fuck 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 me... - 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,
who was going to do what he was going to 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, Pauline. - No, he doesn't!
- She's young enough to be your daughter! - Geraldine!
Oi, you!
- Oh, shit! - You, out!
What have 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?!
It's been almost 30 years
since Pauline Floyd and Geraldine Hughes
were murdered after leaving the Top Rank in Swansea.
Having failed to bring the killer 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?
- North of 10,000... - 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... - and then you fucking 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, and we had no Plan B. - Hello?
Willoughby is our Plan B
and we need one, Paul, we bloody need one!
- You finished? - 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 kill 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!
When 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 for that. - 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.
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