Get off me, you're killing him!
Get off me!
It's not him!
He's not the guy, Cathy!
Cathy, look at me, Cathy!
The man who attacked you, where did he go?
Down there, go.
Alpha!
I'm going to see him right once later.
I promise, I promise!
Did you see him space?
That fucking cat!
What cat?
On his arm!
You mean a tattoo?
Yes, a tattoo.
Alpha!
Help him!
You see him?
Not right that way.
You got blood here?
There's more this way.
That comes out, the canal will go round.
With your key in there?
Yeah.
Try and stay and join.
Set the cordon at 1k and squeeze it from there.
He's got a few minutes to start, but he's on foot.
I want the chopper, I want dogs, and I want them now.
If I was him, I'd have a car waiting outside.
No, the CCTV on the estate.
You seen the camera down this way?
No.
Tegan.
Echo 23969 found a key covered in blood on the path to the canal.
Continuing pursuit.
Follow the ambulance.
No way, I'm going to find...
No, no, we need a proper description of him.
Get her on her own, she might give it to you.
Don't give me the face.
If you find him, I'll call you.
Give.
Come on.
All units, all units.
Suspect personnel status is on foot and moving.
See you at the south exit of Browsby Street.
Echo 24796.
We're heading west along the path towards the canal.
Tegan.
Quick, quick, quick.
One moment, ma'am.
What do you think you're doing?
You seen anyone come along again the last couple of minutes?
No.
Jesus, how old are you?
Out here...
now.
Have any of you seen or heard a man just run past it?
Echo Tango 2 to control.
No sign of Suspect on northern approach.
Putting background to Bengals.
Over.
No more in the bushes, ma'am.
I'm running across the bridge with his andals, with his eyes.
No sign of him now.
I'll do the pull.
Bollocks, hundreds of them.
Profile point between 20 and 50.
I'll trimse it a bit.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Get back now.
Happy, happy, happy, happy.
They get paid to do this.
Leave them to it.
Help me find them.
Right?
The black cat.
What animal's it on?
I don't know.
When did you see it?
When I stopped it.
OK, show me what you did with the zest.
It went on like that.
It was this one.
It's going to be all right.
OK.
Once your kid saw a man with blood pissing out his eye,
getting his son, the car, and driving off along Springfield Road.
And she's sure, yeah?
Inside of his right forearm.
How's Alpha doing?
What?
You fucking had him?
You weasel bastard.
DI Dearing to all units, suspect's name is Patrick Welling.
Honor of the silver Seattle Leon, index Mike Charlan 52 November kilo.
Alpha.
We had him.
Look after you, boy.
I'm going to crucify that piece of shit.
Charlie wanted DI Dearing, visual on one, silver hatchback,
driving erratically west on Mill Road.
DI Dearing to echo Tango 2.
Intercept vehicle at junction of Mill Road and Albert Drive.
Take a left.
Take a left wheel.
Echo Tango 2 on wag.
All units convergent the intersection of Mill Road and Albert Drive.
OK, we can bottom off the junction by taking a next ride along Albert Drive.
Shit!
There's a man! He's been bleeding!
He's covered in blood! Over there!
Where is he? He's covered in blood! Down there!
Look, all right, love, just calm down, OK? Tell me what happened.
I was out. I was out running. I found him there not moving.
Jesus.
It's not Llewelyn.
Can you hear me, mate? Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Echo 26511, ambulance call to Chis and Hale Lane.
Echo Tango 2 to control request current location.
Suspect vehicle.
What's in... Oh, fuck!
Tars? Stewart?
Where are you? What is going on?
Report!
I visual of suspect. I could cut him off on the next left.
No one knew what he was doing.
Fuck.
HE CHEERING
Viv!
He's in there.
Who's he alive?
Mum, I'm so sorry, Llewelyn. I should have
looked harder. I've took the eye off him.
We were worried about that one. We know he's our mum.
Why else would he go after Catherine?
I need to be sure.
Is he alive?
I've given him morphine.
How long to get him home?
He's not good now.
How do you mean?
He's doing corners, crushed his chest,
asked your doors could open his abdomen.
When would they relieve the pressure?
He's got some spell out like a slaughtered pig.
He's dead. He just doesn't know it.
Can he talk?
It'd be his last conversation.
Give me five minutes.
Thank you.
Patrick, hello. I'm Viv, remember? I'm a police officer.
Yeah.
I know who you are.
How will I get out?
How do you think you're doing?
A bit poorly.
It's worse than that.
You're dying.
I thought so.
I don't know where you're going. None of us do.
But what I don't know is,
you're gonna feel a lot better about it if you travel light.
You get me?
You mean the girls?
I mean the girls, Patrick.
What did you call yourself online when you talked to them?
Handyman.
Caroline, I'm sorry.
It's a bit late for that.
You want me, Mum?
I'm here.
I'll see you through.
It's all right.
You can go off now.
Fucker's dead.
Fucking hell.
Joy, I know you're all excited.
Heart pounding, can't hear breath.
We are that close to ending this.
But close is not enough.
Calm, methodical, Sunday fucking best.
Hey, this is the night to remember.
Girl outside offering me a handjob just for a look around the place.
Take her up on it.
Considered it, you know.
White clean and all.
Bit public, though. I think she was a journalist.
This laptop on the coffee table.
Get it to the geeks.
Quick, how's it?
Even if it nails him as Handyman,
he still has an alibi for Lucy's murder.
The blue anchor.
No, I'll check it out.
Well, re-check it out.
I could go and do that.
I said I'll go.
I saw I go.
Spike, when you brought Llewellyn in,
Cathy was talking about a real cat, not a tattoo.
Black cat.
Mum was right at the bottom of his PNC file.
I just didn't see her.
Could have. Should have.
Don't matter.
Job in hand, Spike.
Viv?
It's got my address.
Booker, times Cathy left the house, places she went,
ticks and bollocks off of you.
No sign of Miller's gang of freaks.
What have you got?
An ID, at least.
Kieran Riley. It's tragic, mate.
No fix the ball door next to Kim.
And if he comes round at all,
he'll be pissing a bag for the rest of his days.
What about that jogger?
Stuart's taking a statement.
Still.
I bet he is.
Yeah.
Live is the word I'd use.
Sounds like you'll need to make further inquiries.
Stuart's on the case.
About time he got a result.
Piss off. He's on the shag every night.
So he says.
It's curdling in his balls.
Pining, innit?
Bother.
Put someone on the door.
Stop serial killer groupies wanking on the front step.
We should do doors, just in case anyone saw him with a down-scur.
Doors? Really?
Good idea.
Get practical.
Let her work it off.
Fuck her, doc. Hi. I'm Detective Sir.
Hi. Police. Would you mind answering if...
No.
We're from the police, sir.
Yeah.
Would you mind...
Piss off.
Rude.
Rude!
Police. Hi. I'm Detective Sir.
We're from the police.
Excuse me.
Would you mind if you were...
Is it about me parts?
What?
Piss it. Me me parts. I mean, you caught short.
Fair enough. Every man deserves a private moment.
But these are carefully tended.
They lend the area much-needed character.
I have a reference number from the council.
And pictures.
Jocelyn Wade. Lucy Cook. Theresa Adamson.
Can we go to their parents and say,
"Yes, this is the man who killed your daughters"?
Are we sure with our head as well as our hearts that we can do that?
The notebook!
Implicates him in the attack on Cathy, but not the murders.
Llewelyn was cautioned for violence to secure entry 15 years ago in section.
After that one charge, I would have expected to see another.
Either another charge or none in the first place.
You did say the killer would be volatile.
Patrick Llewelyn, he's the right age, and he worked with Lucy Cook.
This man, I've been looking at all the CCTV footage
in a mile radius of the Blue Anchor pub the night that Lucy was killed.
So if you want to just come over and look, you'll see.
Yeah?
Clear as day.
How did he get past the camera in the pub?
Cos he's a sneaky little worm. Pop goes the alibi.
I thought you said being gay would rule him out as the killer.
And if he brought me clear proof that he was gay,
then I'd still be inclined to rule him out.
I'll give you a profile to help point you in the right direction.
Once you've caught him, profiles are relevant.
The evidence either confirms or compounds a hypothesis.
In this case...
Dearing.
Yeah?
Go on.
Lab confirms.
The laptop retrieved from Patrick Llewelyn's flat
was the one that was used to set up and run the handyman account.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Oh, oh, my word.
Good. And breathe.
Well done. Well done, all of you.
Thanks, sir.
So, let's close this down.
Yes, sir.
Spread the good news, my children. Spread the good fucking news.
Alka Pops are on me when we've a moment.
But right now, our dance card is full. Last night's assault.
Yeah. Well done, you.
How's Cathy doing?
I'm just gonna find out.
Tell her that the hard work's just beginning.
Purpose of hesitation.
If we didn't have the laptop and the notebook,
would you still think he fits the profile?
Within an acceptable margin.
Yeah. If it's the profile.
Does that mean that I think he's your man?
Yeah, Stuart and Taz found the lad over here,
taking him right-kicking.
Faced like a balloon, internal injuries,
pancreas like a chocolate mousse.
But he managed to crawl from over here,
find a bit of cloth up there on the wire, and that's just shirts.
What's on the other side?
Raker's yard.
It's 228 Lorman Street, Mercy's car park.
Thank you all for carrying this actual notice.
But now I can confirm that the man who died
in last night's traffic accident
is our prime suspect in the murders of Lucy Cook,
Jocelyn Wade and Theresa Adamson.
Detective Inspector Dearing and her team
are working continuously to discover all the facts
around these cases.
And our reports go obviously go out
to the families of victims.
He's going to be out of it.
Oh.
He was just awake.
He said he's going to be OK.
Right, come on. Let's go.
Can't just leave him.
Why?
Because you haven't slept, you haven't eaten,
and you look like a bag of shite.
I'm afraid I can't comment further
as it's a long-term investigation, sir.
This brings to a close the hunt
for the killer of all three victims.
Mr. Mercy?
Yeah.
Detective Sergeant Frears, this is DC Tanner.
Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?
All right, yeah. Great.
Here you come.
I'm all in half thought you weren't going to bother,
to be honest.
But here you are, two of Manchester's finest.
Yeah, we like to think so.
There's a serious assault last night.
A man was found unconsciously inside that wall.
Assault?
Have you not come about the burglary then?
Burglary?
I didn't get anything because there's anything that's worth nicking.
He's locked up. I've had my fingers burnt in the past,
but I think they did get into the office.
Right.
We found a piece of the victim's clothing
torn off in that wire up there.
All right. I see.
What, did he smash his head open trying to get him or something?
That wouldn't be too upset if he did, you know what I mean?
Do you mind if we have a look around?
No, all right. On you go.
Can I?
Hungry?
Hype beans.
Get him there.
Yeah, it is.
Well, if you know it's him, then why do you want to show me the photo?
We want to be absolutely sure.
OK. Don't even mind them, not me, not.
I didn't even used to bother eating from the can.
I mostly couldn't find a spoon, anyhow.
Is it?
Yeah.
It is.
That cat one.
Is that it now?
Are we all done, finished?
He is.
Yeah.
I'm not sure. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not. Yeah.
Well, I want to say office, you know.
Listen here.
Oh, not much. Just a few tools and stuff.
But he want an angle grinder to get in there.
Yeah, there's no damage, but I thought I should report it, anyhow.
Do I get, like, a police number for insurance, or not?
What was that?
Oh, that'll just be stuff.
Shifting about, I probably didn't stack it very well yesterday.
I was in a bit of a rush, you think.
Can you open that door, please?
What do you want to do that for?
I told you, it's only a few tools, or not.
Still, we'd like to see inside.
You need a warrant.
Under Section 17 of the Police and Criminal Evidence Act of 1984,
I'm authorised.
What does that mean?
It means you either open that or we arrest you
and break you down anyway.
Oh, my God.
You coming to what?
Didn't you tell me Shane Mercy was involved?
What? I didn't know he was.
Yeah, looking at GBH.
Murder if this gearing guy don't come round.
He's got a heading duty.
Plus, we've got unlawful imprisonment.
Even slavery could be more of them we haven't found yet.
Lovely. Good clean result. Just the job.
Thank you.
Shall we?
Wait, I thought I was in charge of this case.
Well, so you are, absolutely.
I'm no helicopter boss, John, you know that.
Just about wanted to put Mercy in my stick-a-buckle bastards for years.
First time I met him was on the beat.
Had to mop up what was left of his teenage girlfriend
after he kicked her round the park till she miscarried.
Just want to watch.
His name's Ajamu.
Came round a couple of months back looking for work.
Obviously, not the full ticket.
He'd get lost trying to find his own arsehole that lad, you know what I mean?
But you're almost could just turn him away, could you?
So you stumbled across a vulnerable adult merely by chance
and generously took him in.
Bed and board in return for a few chores, you know. Clean the yard.
Why'd you lock him in that container?
A joke. It's hilarious.
And as for Keir and Riley...
I've never heard of him.
Ajamu, why did Mercy lock you in that container?
It was just for a joke, you know. We're always having a laugh.
Does he pay you for the work you do?
No, but I don't need it. Shane looks out for me.
You know, a roof over me head, stride, plenty to eat, and a yard.
It's safe, like... He treats you like a dog.
A dog.
And you're saying thank you.
He looks after me.
Do you know this man? Keir and Riley.
He's also been living rough.
No. No, I don't, no. I've not seen him.
You sure?
Yeah. Yeah, definitely.
I mean, I'd say if I had, wouldn't I?
Look at him.
I've not seen him before.
Look at it.
He's in a coma.
Brain damage.
Even if he wakes up, he's gonna struggle to remember his own name.
No?
Sorry. Right, shall we take a break? Yeah.
Right, do you want a brew?
Yeah. Yeah, OK. Great.
Cheer up, coffee.
What you making?
Whatever you want.
Right, yeah. Um...
What you having?
I'll have tea.
I'm conducting a murder inquiry.
One of the people we're looking at was a patient here.
Bloody grace. Bloody all I need.
This is exactly what they want.
Who?
Shrinkage. Surplus fat.
Tell you what, let's not bother at all.
Let's give them some lunch and vouchers and let them wander the bloody street.
It's a historical case from about 15 years ago.
Oh. Right. Right. OK. Go.
Oh, Patrick Llewellyn.
Refered here in 1999.
Llewellyn. Patrick.
Yes?
I'd like to see his medical records.
You know I can't show you those.
He's prime suspect in the Downs Killer case.
Press her all over it, as you can imagine, but...
You know what? Don't worry about it.
They're unlikely to learn that you did your best to obstruct the investigation.
Very unlikely.
I can't tell you anything.
Um...
How long was he here?
Um...
Years?
Months?
Five.
Was he, um...
Did he see...
Was there any indication he might pose a danger to others?
Yes? No?
A bit?
To some others?
Women?
To you?
One woman.
One person.
Himself.
He was a danger to...
He tried to harm himself.
Well, what about unlawful imprisonment?
It was consensual. You heard him.
Mercy's dumbest.
Shafted us through every orifice available.
Made some new ones and had a second go.
What about forensics in the yard?
Kieran definitely wasn't beating where we found him.
Not enough blood on the scene.
We didn't find any traces in Mercy's yard, either.
We probably got a jar move to clean it up.
We did find Kieran's prints in Mercy's office.
Making Mercy's story that he tried to rob the place seem almost plausible.
A jar move's our key witness here, right?
He must have at least heard something.
Big friendly dimwit is only gonna say what he's told to.
He needs social services.
He won't have them, will he? Shane looks after me.
Shane's his problem if we can just get him to talk.
If we push him now, Shane's toy solicitor is only gonna scream on due pressure.
Let's wait and see.
And then if Kieran wakes up...
There's your witness. What if he doesn't?
What if he doesn't?
What if Mercy moves a jar move on?
We wait and see.
That are you back, then? Yep.
Llewellyn tried to kill himself.
Ever heard of a dominating sociopath of this type trying to kill themselves?
Not a lot, but peeps the psychopathia.
I'm sure she's got dozens of case history she'd be thrilled to share with you.
No matter how hard you scrub, there's always a residue.
So you're just gonna go and have a quick wave of this bloke, yeah?
Mm-hm.
Just do I know about this?
What, are you a missionary?
No.
Here, shall we, then? Yeah.
This is a type of favour which ends with me and you paying you seven kinds of shit.
What the fuck is he doing?
Is that you doing your chores, then?
Are you doing it?
How do you get in? You can't come in here.
Mate, you can't live like this. Let me help you. I can take...
I live all I want.
I like it here.
And anyway, I want him to look near. Why?
Cos then I'm safe.
You think you're safe, in here? Yeah, I do.
You think you're safe from Shane Mercy? Shane's done nothing.
Not to you. How about Cairn? Was he safe in here?
Yeah, I was different than that.
How is that?
How is it different for Cairn?
You and Stuart, why don't you get a room per year?
Cail or shag. Either way, you walk out happier.
Where is he? We thought you knew.
He's gone in there. Is he talking to Mercy?
No. We're looking out in case he comes back.
You know Cairn. You're making me feel very nervous.
Is that because you were staying here as well? Is he like you? Tell him to...
You call him. Tell him he's a knob.
Oh, my God. Was he exactly like you?
Kept caged in here.
You've got to go. You can't stay here. Come on.
Hey, come on.
Hey, Jeremy, come with me. Come with me now.
No. No, I'm staying. Go. Go.
Thanks for picking me up. Dickhead!
When you looked at Llewellyn's P&C file, you
picked out the information you needed to know
at that particular moment for that particular interview.
You didn't know that tattoo was important. None of us did.
You stopped for a reason. You wound yourself up so tired about it
or you're prepared to blow another case, cos you're so... so pushed up.
We didn't know it was important. I didn't make the link.
I let Llewellyn walk out so we could kill Theresa. Neat.
I know it doesn't make me feel any better, saying it out loud.
That Jarmoo does know Ciaran and the way you
put me over that wall, he's done it before.
Joy, could you... Yeah.
What are you up to? I didn't, man.
You're just following a lead on that, I thought. Oh, yeah? What's that, then?
Look, we've... we've got reason to believe that a Jarmoo knew Ciaran.
Ciaran was just one of Mercy's pets. I mean, he might have a whole load of...
No, no, no, no, no. Don't move. I'm coming. I'm coming right now.
Shit. What is it?
It's Kathy. She's upset. She ran out of the house.
Kathy! What are you doing?
All that time you were looking for him. I wanted to help, but I couldn't because...
because I couldn't remember and I'm stupid and...
No, no, it's not stupid. No, that's not...
I thought that if I came back, I would have to remember the whole thing, but...
Why don't we go and see Dr Peat tomorrow?
This isn't for me. It's not about me.
He's dead, Kathy. It's finished.
It's not.
Hello?
It sounds like the place.
What else do you remember?
Brought me this way.
Here.
In here.
Brought me this way. Here. Here.
I could smell him.
All over me.
He's lying.
I can't do that.
I can't see now. What am I going to do?
The cat was talking to another man on the phone.
The one that did stuff.
I know there were two of them. I wasn't raped by the cat man. It was the other man.
This had better be good, because me and my loving
husband were about to get all hot and tropical over.
Oh, hello, love.
Sorry, Viv. It can't wait.
Cattle's on.
I'm sorry, Laurie.
Tell her what you remember.
He talked to someone on the phone.
Who did?
The black cat man.
Well, I was in the room.
Put him in a right state. Told him the cops were on the way.
The other man did.
The other man?
The one that raped me.
This other man. Did you see him?
Not properly.
I could smell him. I could feel him, but...
I never saw his face.
Hello.
Hello. Is Marion Hapelswaite here?
You said he's going to give me a quote about the landscape. I've got to go and pick up the kids.
Yeah, right. I'm just on my way. I'll be right around.
That's great. Thank you. Thank you so much. Bye.
Hapelswaite?
I used to have a rabbit call, Dad.
You all right, mate?
You weren't locked in that stinking box on your own every night.
Kiran was in there with you.
But I never said that. Did he feel safe there? Did he feel scared?
He wanted to get out, yeah.
You tried to be scared too because someone beat him into a bloody paste.
No. Who did that to Jammu?
Who did that to your friend, Ajamu? Stop!
Who did that? Ajamu! He's not pointing at running!
Come here! I tried to open him.
Yeah, but why didn't I open him now?
I tell him what mercy did. He didn't do anything.
Kiran's got no one.
He promised to be here.
Because after this, you'll need a lot of looking after, believe me.
Ajamu! Ajamu!
It wasn't mercy, was it?
No.
No, it was me.
I did it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I kicked it.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You're all right. You're all right.
All right. Don't worry.
You're all right.
You starting here?
Crashed alive. Nobody should get to play an instrument
unless they can play an instrument.
I got the notebook from up there.
Yeah?
Well, I used that chair to get up there.
I didn't put a bike.
Neither did I. Spike could have. Joy. Miller.
Miller sealed the place right after we left, yeah?
He's a randy old sod, but he knows his business.
Dona!
What?
Two different kinds of tape.
Maybe Miller ran out. Got a new roll.
He's been here.
The other man. He's been back here since we left.
Why wouldn't he? Why risk it?
Pulling the place and pick something up.
Something that might idea.
We want you to help us, would you, I mean?
But you do understand that you could go to jail.
Yeah, you said.
I told me.
How is it?
Kiran.
Um...
When Shane brought Kiran back, was he angry?
Raging. I'd never seen him like that before.
You know, it was... It was frightening.
You know, he got Kiran like this by the throat,
and then he threw him down.
And it didn't hurt him. Not so much.
A bit, yeah, but it was me that kicked him.
I did it. And I knew I'd hurt him badly.
But I just thought that if he was out,
then he could go to the hospital or something.
You know, get help. So I helped him over the wall,
but I didn't want to kick him. I know he didn't.
So why did you?
He said I had to.
He said I had to, or he threw me out.
And I can't. I can't go back out there.
The people move so fast, this is scary.
I can't go back out there.
Just take a moment, OK?
You want to stop?
No.
No, I don't.
Who said that you had to kick Kiran Ajamu?
Who told you to do that?
It was Shane.
OK.
She's not picking up.
Mercy's got to know we brought Ajamu in. What have you runs?
Let's take him, now.
What about Viv?
What's your case?
Yeah, come on.
You're positive no-one's been in that building,
apart from the residents?
No, absolutely.
They're all right, really. They're nice.
Not the ones who'll tell you to fuck off,
but even then, they don't mean nothing bad. No-one else at all?
You sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, absolutely.
Look, it was only a crunchy, and I won't go more than two minutes.
Anyway, it's all right, because it was just one of them jelly baby blocks.
You know, the ones with the, what do you call it, the Frunny Boiler Soaks?
CSI block.
Did you see his face?
No. He had his mask on. Hi, is this about him...
Pissing in your pots, yeah.
I was wondering if you did any further incidents.
If you're looking out, you might...
This is what I'm talking about.
Local neighbourhoods working in partnership with the police,
transforming civil society.
Stopping people pissing in your pots,
and you're in a very bad mood. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm just wondering if you're in a very bad mood. I'm just wondering if you're in a very bad mood. I'm just wondering if you're in a very bad mood. I'm just wondering if you're in a very bad mood. Stopping people pissing in pots, yeah.
Exactly.
Wait here.
A minor crime creates the environment in which major crime flourishes.
Police and citizen cooperating to tackle it at root.
The little shit's around here.
Bloody book them, will you?
He's seven, aren't I?
Might as well help him.
He's ranges advanced.
Take him now.
No, hang back, wait till he's out to pickle.
What's she doing?
Right, she'll never give up.
Oi, stop!
Shit.
Get off me, you bastard!
Nice tackle, mate.
Get off me!
What she said, that little spaz.
Christ, that was what he's trying to help, fucker.
Great, I'm glad you said it.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of conspiracy to commit GBH.
You don't have to say anything,
but in Miami defense, if you're not mentioned,
when questioned somebody makes a violent call--
BASTARDS!
No fucking way! Get in the car.
I'm not having this.
I left a lot of use.
The duty solicitor will be here shortly.
Okay?
Ask Karen.
Well, he's awake.
Could be worse, you know.
Jail, I mean, at least it's not the streets, you know?
At least it's not out there.
Not a tea or a coffee.
What are you having?
I won't have a tea.
Ladies and gentlemen, quiet please,
while I give you the heroes of the hour,
P.C. Tazamer!
And then we'll close the man who bravely disabled
the suspect by throwing his face in front of his fist,
P.C. Stewart O'Connor!
Any of us that could get hold of one of those suits.
Nobody knew where Kathy was.
Except the people we told.
Except the men who were supposed to be guarding her.