Silent Witness (1996) s14e03 Episode Script
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Don't all sleep in our clothes.
I sleep in the buff, me.
So, what do we know? Owen Feenan.
Lives in a caravan, edge of the woods.
Landowner lets him cut peat for personal use.
He was up and at it at six this morning.
He's nearly cut a bloody great chunk out of her.
Her? Yeah, that's what they reckon.
How old? How old is she? Or how long's she been there? Both.
Not a clue.
So, what do you reckon? Dig her out? No.
Think we need to take a bit of advice on this one.
How many more days have I got you for, Nikki? Till the end of the week and before you ask, no, I can't extend my stay.
Fine! If you're going to get shirty No, I'm not.
It's just that you always do thistime-grabbing.
I do have a job.
No, you're right, you're right.
I apologise.
I'll just find someone else to share the archaeological find of the century.
Patrick, wait I were just heading over to your place.
Probably nowt, but I thought you'd better know.
CAR ENGINE APPROACHES Now, then Is that him? Must be.
That's a look, is that.
That's what an archaeologist should look like.
And there's me hoping for Indiana Jones.
Professor Cain? Detective Inspector Sonia Hardwick.
This is DS Balshaw.
Nikki Alexander, my assistant.
Forensic pathologist.
We can take those stupid screens down for a start.
Standard procedure.
Standard procedure, my arse.
Anyone touched her? Professor Cain, can I remind you that you're here in an advisory role? Until we know different, this is a crime scene and you'll respect it as such.
Professor? You, Inspector, can call me Patrick.
Come on! I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me your assistant.
Shh! She's perfect.
Completely utterly perfect.
Professor? I'm sorry, I It's just that I've been waiting for her all my life.
ALARM BEEPS HE SWITCHES OFF ALARM SIGHING Leo? Sonia.
Sir.
What did Maynard want? Invited me to a swinger's party.
Promotion if I do his missus.
Balsh? Just filling him in on the body we found up on the moor.
Coroner's office rang.
They've released her.
After two days? Released her where? I've liaised with the history faculty, they're extremely excited, and they've organised for a dozen or so students to observe this afternoon.
Well, I'll try to put on a good show.
They're aware they're watching a scientific procedure.
Dealing with the ancient dead isn't just science.
We don't carve them up like joints of beef.
We have to coax out their secrets.
Equal parts science, art and love.
Well, I look forward to watching you coax.
And Nikki will be joining you? Wound analysis.
The science bit.
Great.
Great.
Oh, how long are you intending to keep the body down here? Just until we get her CT scanned.
The hospital's given us three hours at the end of the week.
You dragged this body all the way down the M1 for a CT scan? There have CT scanners in Sheffield.
I used to live there.
I've seen them.
Ander Nikki's expertise.
Nikki could have examined the body there.
Look, you You have to understand about the archaeological community up there.
They're a bunch of backstabbing loons.
And there's the press, politicians, councillors, museums.
A find like this, they'll all be fighting over her like starving lions.
I know I have to let her go, but we have a small window where all that matters is we try to establish a few basic truths about the way she lived and the way she died.
It's a quiet time.
Special time.
Wow.
She's beautiful.
The central torso's immaculately preserved.
Erlost some detailing on the feet, particularly the right one And, as you can see, the head is not in the best shape.
It's remarkable.
Have you seen this, Leo? Stunning, isn't she? You could get prints off that, no problem.
How old do you think she was? It's powerful, isn't it? Ripping open the fabric of time to touch the skin of someone who lived and died under Roman rule.
You had her dated? Sent for it the day she was found.
But there are other factors - the manner of her death, the location of the body on Bleakston Moor almost equidistant from two forts, one Celtic, the other Roman.
What, she was murdered by Romans? Well, more likely by her own.
Leo? She's remarkable.
I've got to go to a meeting.
I'll see you later.
Do you think Leo's OK? I think he was moved.
No, not today.
Whole week you were away witherHagrid.
Don't start.
He seemed distracted.
Maybe he missed me.
Yes, of course.
I forget that all of men's ills can be traced to the unbearable absence of you.
Phone message.
AS SEAN CONNERY: Thank you, Moneypenny.
Some students are starting to queue outside.
Do you want me to let them in? Yes, please.
Ha! Who's it from? Francis Mynall.
He was my best friend.
But you haven't seen him for 20 years? He moved to Hong Kong.
Did your little heart break? Yes.
I locked myself in my room - there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I did miss him, actually.
Quite a lot.
Are you going to call him? Yes.
Probably.
Your audience awaits.
'This is where she was discovered.
' Bleakston Moor.
A kind of first century no man's land between the Celtic Brigantes tribe and the Roman invaders.
And, also luckily for us, a peat bog providing the perfect anaerobic conditions for the preservation of human tissue.
Can I take a look at the left hand? Water.
It's crucial we don't let her dry out under these lights.
As we start to catalogue her injuries, you might be surprised at the sheer number.
This is not uncommon.
Although there is still debate as to whether the killings are punishments or ritual sacrifices Can I have the tape measure, please? Yes.
Most of the bodies show signs of torture.
Almost as if the attackers were playing with the point of death.
We've got a cut running across the hand.
The wound's two, nearly three centimetres, slashing across the underside of the thumb.
Knife? Looking at the wound yes, I think so.
The edges are clean, no sign of tearing, suggesting an incised wound, rather than a laceration.
Large incision, exactly six centimetres long.
Water.
And there we have a rib.
You think I was making it up? Hmm? Whilst the acidity in the peat preserves the bones, it also makes them spongy and malleable.
If we were to take out her humerus you could probably wrap it round your neck like a scarf.
Feel.
The bone is spongy to the touch.
Sliced clean through.
Definitely a knife of some sort.
Powerful blow.
Possibly brought downwards in a slashing movement.
The hand wound Knife comes from a height, she flings her arm up, knife travels through the hand, down into her chest.
Defence wound.
So she wasn't bound? Doesn't look like it.
Is that the fatal wound? Hard to say without opening her up.
Good meeting? Yeah.
Several puncture wounds to the abdomen Could they be artefacts of decay? Possible, but they look more like the sort of incised wounds a knife would make to me.
They're all lower-abdominal.
They appear to be concentrated over the uterus.
Could that be significant? Most of the bodies I've worked on have been male.
We could speculate that by attacking the womb, the killer was trying to say something about fertility, ermabout sex I'd like to thank you for coming.
Can I remind you the non-disclosure forms you've signed are legally binding? PHONE RINGS Hello? Francis.
MAN WHISTLES HE LAUGHS Harry Cunningham.
Oh, my God, it's so good to see you.
You too.
All these years and you've been so near.
I know, weird, isn't it? Yeah.
Do you want to come in? Well, can you finish now? Yeah, I suppose so.
Come on, after OK.
Not stepping on toes, am I? Family, kids to tuck in? No, no.
Lucky sod.
I'll introduce you to mine.
I've just picked him up.
All right.
'Niall!' Niall! I want you to meet one of the men who would've been your godfather - if we'd stayed in touch and I wasn't such a feckless heathen bastard.
Harry.
You'll have to excuse his lack of grace.
Apparently it kicks in again in the early 20s.
Straight to yours, leave the boy there? Oh, I don't know.
He won't be any hassle.
He'll do his homework while we have a catch up.
Fancy seeing a genuine bachelor shag pad, Niall? Night, Nikki.
Night.
SQUIRTS WATER Leo? Nikki.
What are you doing? Patrick would go crazy.
Which is why I waited for him to leave.
What are you looking for? Have you ever heard of the Ketamine Killings? 1985 to 1986? I was nine and living in Cape Town.
Karl Bentley? Wasn't he a doctor or something? He was a rural vet living in the west of Rotherham.
Injected his victims with horse tranquilliser, then he sexually assaulted them, mutilated their genitals and lower abdomen and left them to die.
One of my first jobs.
You did the post-mortem? Mmm.
Three girls - Sarah Masters, Angela Flock and Paula Wilson.
But there was a forth girl, the one that everybody remembers Jodie Fisher.
They never found her body.
The other girls were just left where they died, but she was never found and Bentley would never tell.
So he disposed of the body? Presumably.
Why change his MO? He knew Jodie.
She was a farmer's daughter.
He looked after her dad's cattle for three years, so he knew the family well.
Two days after Jodie disappeared, he turned himself in and owned up to everything.
Now, in every case, he approached the victim from behind, he got them in an arm lock around their neck, and then he injected ketamine into the right thigh.
Worth a look, don't you think? Leo I know, I know, it's tricky to find, but he used a large veterinary hypodermic.
You can't seriously think that this is Jodie Fisher? This body was found less than ten miles from her house.
That doesn't prove anything.
OK, I'm mad.
What's your excuse? The defence wound.
If it was a ritual killing, it seems odd that she wasn't restrained.
See, Patrick hasn't had this body dated yet.
He wants it to be old, he is desperate for it to be old But what if it isn't? ErCharlie Harris? Barrister.
Predictably.
OK, and what about Barney Wilkes? Gay.
"Gay!" Yeah, what does he do? A professional gay boy.
He runs a hobby farm in his spare time, Devon somewhere.
Quite a big shot in the world of rare-breed bull semen.
HARRY SNORTS WITH LAUGHTER Oh, dear.
Mum always said you were a malign influence.
Bless her.
How is she? Managing the porn obsession? Yeah, well, cutting down, certainly.
Doing a lot of yoga.
Stop it! How's your Dad? Ermwell, he kind of shot himself.
HARRY CHUCKLES You're joking? No, he really did.
2001.
My God, Francis, I'm so sorry.
Don't be.
It's a while ago now.
The old boy wasn't happy.
Yeah, suicidal fathers - that's another thing we have in common.
Yeah.
To our 15-year-old selves.
Cheers, Harry.
Cheers.
A filling.
We acted under expert advice.
I presume the coroner did the same.
She released her, sir, not us.
OK, this is what you're going to do.
You're going to get your arses down to London.
We could have her sent back.
Shut up! You're going to find out who she is, how and when she died and when you've found this out, you'll report to me, and nobody else.
Do you understand? Sir.
Pulling me in for this shite! What the hell? It's all right.
Worried we've found Yorkshire's most famous missing person and shipped her off down south.
Jodie Fisher.
That was Maynard's investigation? Yeah.
He's spent the whole of his career trying to shake it off, like shit from a shoe.
Come on.
Just walk over, flash her a smile, she'll do all the running, I guarantee it.
I'll be right behind you, ready to mop up your rejects.
That does sound very romantic(!) Do we have to? Said with the confidence of a man for whom there will always be opportunity.
Come on, you were always the one who used to get the girls.
Anyway, where's Niall's mum? Disaster.
It was only a fling and then she upped sticks to Dominica.
I didn't even know she was pregnant.
Three years ago, she sent me a letter saying she wanted Niall to have an English education and she was sending him over to live with me.
Really? So, you see, although this may be just any old night for bachelor Cunningham, for me, this is a rare release from single parenthood.
OK? Go on, Harry.
Play the game.
DOOR OPENS What are you doing still up? What were you doing still at work? Something came up.
You leave early, you come home late.
Busy time.
We need those references by the end of the week.
Right.
You have spoken to Harry, haven't you? I'll chase it up.
SHE SIGHS ALARM CLOCK BEEPS BEEPING STOPS Hiya.
Oh! Yes, it was late.
Niall was asleep on the sofa when we got back, so we stayed.
No, that's fine.
How is the gorgeous Kate? Oh, Kate Kate is asleep.
Ha, I bet she is! Do you hear that, Niall? Work hard at school, become a handsome young doctor and all is harvest.
I'm going to be late for school.
Go and jump in the car.
Chop, chop.
Er Harry, I wonder if you could do me an enormous favour? Yeah, if I can.
I've got a raft of meetings in Manchester today, and they tend to drag on.
It would be great if I didn't need to worry about getting back for Niall.
Oh, you? You want me to pick him up from school or something? I was hoping he could stay here for the night.
He's not trouble - you let him in at night, feed him, let him out in the morning.
He's like a cat, really.
I don't really know much about teenage boys, to be honest, mate.
Well, you were one.
Yeah, true, but It doesn't matter, it was outrageous of me to even ask - sorry.
No, no, no, no.
No, you're right, I'm being silly.
Yeah, of course he can stay.
Thanks, buddy.
DOOR OPENS Take a seat, Karl.
Metal fillings.
So where does that put her? Post-1830s, more or less.
But I contacted the centre last night to chase up the carbon dating, and she's definitely post-bomb.
With all the nuclear testing in the 1950s, the atmosphere was flooded with radioactive carbon, so basically anybody born post-1950s can't be carbon-dated.
I've requested other tests, so we might be able to pin her down.
I had good reason to believe she was old.
You made an assumption because it was in your interests to do so.
I sent off for carbon dating.
What did you think I was going to do when it came back? Cover it up, ignore it? You asked for an opinion.
I asked for fact.
Well, at that stage, there was no such thing - if there ever is.
Is that what you told the coroner? PATRICK SIGHS Look, ask anybody who works in this field - a naked body found in peat, a body like this, it is impossible to tell whether it was interred 20 years ago or 20 centuries ago! Blaming Professor Cain isn't going to get us anywhere.
Believe me, I'm not just blaming him.
I'll be having words with the coroner, too.
What about your boss? Excuse me? Assistant Chief Constable Maynard.
I was arguing for her release, the coroner was stonewalling.
She gets a call from Maynard, "It's not a police matter," and voila, she's all mine.
If you had any doubts, why didn't you bring them to me instead of running off to your boss? It wasn't exactly like that.
Oh, what was it exactly like? Why would Maynard get involved? And if he'd spoken to the coroner, why not mention it? Don't ask me.
Aren't you intrigued? Bentley was his investigation.
If he had even the slightest suspicion this girl could be Jodie Fisher, wouldn't you expect him to move heaven and earth to find out? KNOCK ON DOOR DOOR OPENS We're all set.
There's a large vertical incision to the left-hand side of the chest.
Could you measure that for me? You'll let us know if the injuries correlate with those found on the Bentley girls? Please, don't call them "Bentley girls".
After Bentley confessed to killing Jodie, over the next two years every unidentified dead girl was a potential Jodie.
I had to watch that family go through the pain of having their hopes raised and then dashed again and again and again.
So, please, believe me, if this is Jodie, I want to make absolutely certain.
And when I am, you'll be the first to know.
The heart's misshapen, slightly reduced in size, but it looks more or less intact.
No sign of any puncture wounds.
So the blow to the chest sliced through the rib, severing the end .
.
with quite a steep angle of entry, which is why it missed the heart.
The apparent defence wound to the left hand suggests that the victim was conscious, prescient of her attack.
Could you weigh that and prep the head for opening? Was that the blow that killed her? Hard to tell.
No ruptures to the main blood routes.
But maybe, eventually, without intervention.
Dead or not, she's going to fall.
So she falls backwards Ah! The attacker then straddles her One, two, three, four, five quick blows to the lower abdomen, possibly six.
But no sign of any incisions to the genitalia.
Eryou might want to take a look at this.
Is that her brain? The grey tissue's the meninges - that's the lining of her brain just underneath the skull.
OK, so we have several depressed fractures to the skull, blunt trauma to the head caused by multiple blows.
So she was beaten as well as stabbed? Yeah.
And badly.
Typically, these kind of injuries present themselves in high-speed car crashes or falls from a great height.
Bentley never beat them like that.
Could I have the tweezers, please? Thanks.
What is that? Looks like a piece of brick.
WOMAN CHOKES AND GASPS Bentley was clinical, polished.
This is a botch job.
This girl suffered.
Could you get that off to toxicology ASAP? You looking for anything in particular? Ketamine.
So it could be Jodie Fisher? It doesn't follow Bentley's pattern exactly, but given location of the body and the age, height, length of the hair I don't think you can rule it out.
'I want that pit' excavated to the depth the body was found, and in a ten-metre diameter.
You find anything, you call me.
Can we get DNA from a body in that state? Possibly, if we use deep tissue, bone maybe.
KNOCK ON DOOR We need DNA from the Fisher family.
Give family liaison a call.
Let me go.
I know the area, and, er, I know the family.
Here we are, junction 30.
Gateway to paradise.
How does it feel to be home, Professor? Carol.
Leo?! Stephen.
Good memory.
Thanks.
Married a local girl, Sally.
He works the farm with us now.
Us? Me and Bill.
We got back together.
Ah.
It was three years after Jodie.
He wasn't coping, I couldn't bear to see him like that.
How is he now? Oh, you know.
But I've got grandchildren now.
Joel, five, and Megan, three.
Still babies.
They didn't try for kids straight away.
And when they did, they found they couldn't.
So what was it, IVF? Who knows? Relaxation? As soon as they stopped worrying, along came Joel.
Often the way.
Mmm.
What about you? Married? No.
No, but, erm, I have someone.
Janet.
Janet.
Lovely.
Children? No.
No children.
Well, you're a busy man.
And I expect she's got a career, too, hasn't she? Yes, she works with the police, she's a criminal profiler.
Oh.
Heard you moved away.
Mmm.
Down to London, chasing the work.
I was always sorry we never said goodbye properly, that things just drifted.
It was a confusing time.
It certainly was.
It's so good to see you, Leo.
Carol They've found another body.
It's a young girl, and It's early days, but Your dad texted, he's going to have to spend another night in Manchester.
HE SIGHS What? Hello, you.
Hello, Janet.
How are you? I'm well, thank you.
This is Niall, who is, erm I don't know what you'd call him, really - my charge.
Nice to meet you, Niall.
Harry, have you seen Leo? Thought I might try and lure him out for coffee.
Oh, you You don't know he's in Sheffield? Sheffield? Got what you need? I've never had my DNA taken before.
Wasn't widely used until the end of the '80s.
Such a long time ago.
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to upset you.
No, it's fine.
For a long time, I was OK, you know? I was functioning.
And I'll be OK again.
This latest thing, it's just a part of the process.
Something pops up, gets closed down.
You get used to it, you move on.
If it isn't her, it doesn't mean they won't eventually find her.
How? How will they find her if they're not even looking? Oh, they won't say they've stopped.
Just that no-one's actively assigned.
But like I say, we move on, even if we don't want to.
It isn't fair.
You haven't changed a bit.
Neither have you.
Oh, Leo.
What I loved about you, what really helped me back then, was your honesty, so don't Leo? I'm sorry.
I don't know where that came from.
Janet and I have been trying to have a baby, andit hasn't worked.
And now it's all that we talk about, it's what we've become.
That's natural, that's OK.
It's I wish it was OK, but The thing is, I had a baby.
Two or three years after I last saw you, I met someone, we fell in love and we had a baby girl.
And she grew up.
And then she died.
They were just sitting in a cafe after school one day, and a car ploughed through the window.
And that was it, gone.
I'm so sorry, Leo.
I sometimes feel that I'm betraying them not thinking about them, and now with the prospect of another baby, it makes it even worse.
Going back to Sheffield can't have helped.
No.
No, I should never have come.
Maybe you needed to.
Losing a child - other people don't understand.
It's beyond them - it's not their fault, it's just beyond them.
So don't you leave here feeling bad that you've upset me, because you haven't.
Bill! Leo Dalton.
You may not remember I won't tell him why you're here.
It's best he doesn't know until we do.
And I never told him about me and you.
He'd been through too much already.
He looks tired.
He's not slept more than three hours a night these past 20 years.
He rarely speaks, he never laughs.
So if you want to cry for your wife and daughter, you go ahead and cry.
Because if you hold it inside, that's what happens.
He's been very, erm, distant.
Leaves early, comes home late, doesn't talk.
Mmm.
I've noticed a change.
Really? How long? Last couple of weeks, maybe? It must be because of the adoption.
He says it isn't, but the alternative is He hasn't told you? No.
No reason why he should.
Except that he told me you were writing one of his character references.
Oh, I see.
We've been planning this for months, Harry.
We're going to adopt a baby - or at least I thought we were.
Who was that, Mam? Ghost from the past.
One of your toy boys, was he? He works with the police.
They've found a body, Stephen.
Probably won't come to anything, but they've found a body.
Where? Bleakston.
I've had the swab couriered.
Tried to play it down.
God knows how she must be feeling tonight.
Well, with any luck it won't be Jodie.
I hope it is! She's been lost too long.
Are you OK? Yeah.
I don't have children, so I can only imagine how painful it must be to lose one.
I remember your daughter and your wife.
It was my first year on the job.
I understand why you feel so passionate about this.
And you knew the Fisher family well, so I was 29, unmarried.
Carol was separated from her husband, had been for two years.
And Jodie had just disappeared.
And I don't know, it happened.
Totally unethical, but .
.
it happened.
And I'm glad it did - she's the bravest person I have ever met.
And she deserves to know what happened to her daughter.
They can't man a search indefinitely.
If new evidence comes to light I know the official line.
I understand it, but I don't have to agree, OK? As long as that girl is missing, they should be searching, they should be reviewing the investigation, they should be in Bentley's face day and night.
Because if you give up, he wins.
PHONE RINGS Harry.
We have the DNA results and, er Whoever she is, she's not Carol Fisher's daughter.
'I'm afraid it's not Jodie.
' Are you there? Yes.
Toxicology? Nope, nothing.
But you know, it might be a degraded sample, absence of evidence is not evidence of absence and all that Leo? Hung up on me.
Well, what did he say? Nothing.
He was sure there was a link.
Well, we shouldn't rule it out on the basis of a degraded sample.
No.
Zak? Yeah? Can you get the Bleakston girl out again, please? Er, why? What are we doing? Bentley injected into the right thigh, so we're going to put the right thigh under a microscope.
What? She wants to remove a skin section from the right thigh.
Oh, right.
Yeah, that's why I love this job.
Variety.
PHONE RINGS Hello? It is.
Guardian? No.
Wellyes, sort of, I suppose.
Why? You don't need to do this.
Please.
Just drive.
Do you know the phrase "needle in a haystack"? Yes.
Yeah, well, if you start sewing in a haystack, you kind of deserve everything you get.
Anything? Nope.
So are we done? No.
So what do you have to do to get excluded these days? I was suspended.
OK, what do you have to do to get suspended these days? Arms dealing? Torture? Fair enough, don't go into it if you don't want to.
He said something, so I punched him.
OK, that seems pretty clear.
Did you tell the head whatever it was he said to you? No.
Do you want to tell me, or? That my dad was an alcoholic and a waster.
OK.
So you hit him What is he said is obviously ridiculous, but I hit him because it's true.
Do you know why my dad got in touch with you? Why? Because he had nowhere else to dump me.
Every other friend he had, he'd lost.
What, he just goes off, you mean? Where does he go? How long for? Last time? Two weeks.
Is she OK? I'll send Family Liaison over.
Family Liaison? What good will Family Liaison do? I don't know what else I can You can find her bloody daughter! You know I can't do that.
But the girl back at the Lyell - Bentley's victim or not, she's somebody's daughter, too.
Yeah, Francis, if you When you get this message, you need to call me urgently.
Niall? Hello.
Hi.
Are you Niall? Yeah.
Is it all right if I stay and watch? Er Yeah, OK.
Who is she? We don't know.
That's what we're trying to find out.
Will somebody be missing her? Maybe.
Yes.
Have a look at this.
Leo Dalton.
I have an appointment with Karl Bentley.
DOOR SLAMS RINGS BELL I need some archived files - the Karl Bentley case.
Sign here, love.
The prisoner's waiting, sir.
DOOR BUZZES My name is, er, Professor Dalton.
Er, thank you for agreeing to see me.
I don't know whether anyone explained who I am? I, er I carried out postmortems between 1985 and 1986 on the three women that you murdered.
And I also carried out postmortems on several young women suspected to be Jodie Fisher.
I understand you knew the family? Well, you must have known them quite well.
As a matter of fact, I knew them, too.
You know, I thought when I saw you that I'd know what to do, but I don't.
So I'll just ask you, Karl - where is Jodie Fisher? AUDIO TAPE: 'Jodie knew me, so it was easy.
' 'OK, so why don't you tell me exactly how it happened, Karl?' 'I saw her walking back from the school bus.
'I wasn't looking for her, just saw her.
'So I decided to do it, just like that.
'Pulled over, offered her a lift' This is a mistake.
Sit down.
Thought you'd come about the other girl, the girl that's buried on Bleakston Moor.
How do you know about her? I've already said.
Nothing to do with me.
Said to who? How long had she been buried? You know I can't tell you that.
Must have been a fair while if they're trying to link it to me.
Can't be much left for you to work from.
Justbones.
There's enough.
Why so interested? They'll try to pin her on me.
Why would they do that? Easy target.
But I've already confessed to all my crimes, told them everything.
Not quite everything.
You know, I don't know which is moremonstrous, to butcher a young girl to death in an instant or to deny her family the chance to lay her to rest and to keep on denying them year after year.
How do you live with yourself? If you had the faintest shred of humanity You have no idea who I am or what I feel.
Feel?! Oh, I think I feel more than most.
Well, why don't you tell me, Karl? Why don't you tell me what you feel? Anger.
Jealousy.
Sadness.
Is that it? Well, how aboutremorse? How about guilt? No! Love.
Love? Is that so very hard to believe? Everything I did, I did for love.
DOOR BUZZES PHONE RINGS Hi, Nikki.
'We found a hypodermic needle lodged in her left thigh.
' Er, it's small, maybe 20 or 21 gauge.
'You were right, Leo.
You just had the wrong leg.
' You're quite sure? 'Yeah.
' Thanks.
'Bentley knew about Bleakston Girl.
' How? He wouldn't say.
He was asking questions, trying to find out what we had.
And then Nikki called to say that she'd found a hypodermic needle snapped off and buried in the left thigh of the girl.
It was the right thigh on the other girls.
What if she turned to face him? They struggled and she fought hard and the needle snapped off? That's the difference.
There wouldn't have been time for the ketamine to get into her system.
That also explains her injuries.
She was conscious.
Why would Bentley lie about Bleakston Girl? It's not the first lie he's told.
In his confession, he said he picked Jodie up on her way home from school, but I also found a witness statement taken from her friend Sally Barnett.
She said she walked with Jodie from the bus drop-off to her door.
Why lie? "Everything I did, I did for love.
" What? It's just something that Bentley said.
SHE SCREAMS No! She was a single mum.
Worked two jobs.
Right thigh.
Injected? 'Niall has gone.
' 'Gone where?' 'I don't know.
' 'Have you ruled out the possibility that it's Jodie Fisher?' 'Yes, we have.
' 'But you can't rule out the possibility' that it's another Bentley murder.
He didn't touch you, did he? It was a different world back in '86, though.
You'd understand why a rural vet would want to keep something like that hidden.
I was distracted.
'By what?' Because I know you Leo, and this is not how you behave.
What is going on? BANG
Don't all sleep in our clothes.
I sleep in the buff, me.
So, what do we know? Owen Feenan.
Lives in a caravan, edge of the woods.
Landowner lets him cut peat for personal use.
He was up and at it at six this morning.
He's nearly cut a bloody great chunk out of her.
Her? Yeah, that's what they reckon.
How old? How old is she? Or how long's she been there? Both.
Not a clue.
So, what do you reckon? Dig her out? No.
Think we need to take a bit of advice on this one.
How many more days have I got you for, Nikki? Till the end of the week and before you ask, no, I can't extend my stay.
Fine! If you're going to get shirty No, I'm not.
It's just that you always do thistime-grabbing.
I do have a job.
No, you're right, you're right.
I apologise.
I'll just find someone else to share the archaeological find of the century.
Patrick, wait I were just heading over to your place.
Probably nowt, but I thought you'd better know.
CAR ENGINE APPROACHES Now, then Is that him? Must be.
That's a look, is that.
That's what an archaeologist should look like.
And there's me hoping for Indiana Jones.
Professor Cain? Detective Inspector Sonia Hardwick.
This is DS Balshaw.
Nikki Alexander, my assistant.
Forensic pathologist.
We can take those stupid screens down for a start.
Standard procedure.
Standard procedure, my arse.
Anyone touched her? Professor Cain, can I remind you that you're here in an advisory role? Until we know different, this is a crime scene and you'll respect it as such.
Professor? You, Inspector, can call me Patrick.
Come on! I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me your assistant.
Shh! She's perfect.
Completely utterly perfect.
Professor? I'm sorry, I It's just that I've been waiting for her all my life.
ALARM BEEPS HE SWITCHES OFF ALARM SIGHING Leo? Sonia.
Sir.
What did Maynard want? Invited me to a swinger's party.
Promotion if I do his missus.
Balsh? Just filling him in on the body we found up on the moor.
Coroner's office rang.
They've released her.
After two days? Released her where? I've liaised with the history faculty, they're extremely excited, and they've organised for a dozen or so students to observe this afternoon.
Well, I'll try to put on a good show.
They're aware they're watching a scientific procedure.
Dealing with the ancient dead isn't just science.
We don't carve them up like joints of beef.
We have to coax out their secrets.
Equal parts science, art and love.
Well, I look forward to watching you coax.
And Nikki will be joining you? Wound analysis.
The science bit.
Great.
Great.
Oh, how long are you intending to keep the body down here? Just until we get her CT scanned.
The hospital's given us three hours at the end of the week.
You dragged this body all the way down the M1 for a CT scan? There have CT scanners in Sheffield.
I used to live there.
I've seen them.
Ander Nikki's expertise.
Nikki could have examined the body there.
Look, you You have to understand about the archaeological community up there.
They're a bunch of backstabbing loons.
And there's the press, politicians, councillors, museums.
A find like this, they'll all be fighting over her like starving lions.
I know I have to let her go, but we have a small window where all that matters is we try to establish a few basic truths about the way she lived and the way she died.
It's a quiet time.
Special time.
Wow.
She's beautiful.
The central torso's immaculately preserved.
Erlost some detailing on the feet, particularly the right one And, as you can see, the head is not in the best shape.
It's remarkable.
Have you seen this, Leo? Stunning, isn't she? You could get prints off that, no problem.
How old do you think she was? It's powerful, isn't it? Ripping open the fabric of time to touch the skin of someone who lived and died under Roman rule.
You had her dated? Sent for it the day she was found.
But there are other factors - the manner of her death, the location of the body on Bleakston Moor almost equidistant from two forts, one Celtic, the other Roman.
What, she was murdered by Romans? Well, more likely by her own.
Leo? She's remarkable.
I've got to go to a meeting.
I'll see you later.
Do you think Leo's OK? I think he was moved.
No, not today.
Whole week you were away witherHagrid.
Don't start.
He seemed distracted.
Maybe he missed me.
Yes, of course.
I forget that all of men's ills can be traced to the unbearable absence of you.
Phone message.
AS SEAN CONNERY: Thank you, Moneypenny.
Some students are starting to queue outside.
Do you want me to let them in? Yes, please.
Ha! Who's it from? Francis Mynall.
He was my best friend.
But you haven't seen him for 20 years? He moved to Hong Kong.
Did your little heart break? Yes.
I locked myself in my room - there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I did miss him, actually.
Quite a lot.
Are you going to call him? Yes.
Probably.
Your audience awaits.
'This is where she was discovered.
' Bleakston Moor.
A kind of first century no man's land between the Celtic Brigantes tribe and the Roman invaders.
And, also luckily for us, a peat bog providing the perfect anaerobic conditions for the preservation of human tissue.
Can I take a look at the left hand? Water.
It's crucial we don't let her dry out under these lights.
As we start to catalogue her injuries, you might be surprised at the sheer number.
This is not uncommon.
Although there is still debate as to whether the killings are punishments or ritual sacrifices Can I have the tape measure, please? Yes.
Most of the bodies show signs of torture.
Almost as if the attackers were playing with the point of death.
We've got a cut running across the hand.
The wound's two, nearly three centimetres, slashing across the underside of the thumb.
Knife? Looking at the wound yes, I think so.
The edges are clean, no sign of tearing, suggesting an incised wound, rather than a laceration.
Large incision, exactly six centimetres long.
Water.
And there we have a rib.
You think I was making it up? Hmm? Whilst the acidity in the peat preserves the bones, it also makes them spongy and malleable.
If we were to take out her humerus you could probably wrap it round your neck like a scarf.
Feel.
The bone is spongy to the touch.
Sliced clean through.
Definitely a knife of some sort.
Powerful blow.
Possibly brought downwards in a slashing movement.
The hand wound Knife comes from a height, she flings her arm up, knife travels through the hand, down into her chest.
Defence wound.
So she wasn't bound? Doesn't look like it.
Is that the fatal wound? Hard to say without opening her up.
Good meeting? Yeah.
Several puncture wounds to the abdomen Could they be artefacts of decay? Possible, but they look more like the sort of incised wounds a knife would make to me.
They're all lower-abdominal.
They appear to be concentrated over the uterus.
Could that be significant? Most of the bodies I've worked on have been male.
We could speculate that by attacking the womb, the killer was trying to say something about fertility, ermabout sex I'd like to thank you for coming.
Can I remind you the non-disclosure forms you've signed are legally binding? PHONE RINGS Hello? Francis.
MAN WHISTLES HE LAUGHS Harry Cunningham.
Oh, my God, it's so good to see you.
You too.
All these years and you've been so near.
I know, weird, isn't it? Yeah.
Do you want to come in? Well, can you finish now? Yeah, I suppose so.
Come on, after OK.
Not stepping on toes, am I? Family, kids to tuck in? No, no.
Lucky sod.
I'll introduce you to mine.
I've just picked him up.
All right.
'Niall!' Niall! I want you to meet one of the men who would've been your godfather - if we'd stayed in touch and I wasn't such a feckless heathen bastard.
Harry.
You'll have to excuse his lack of grace.
Apparently it kicks in again in the early 20s.
Straight to yours, leave the boy there? Oh, I don't know.
He won't be any hassle.
He'll do his homework while we have a catch up.
Fancy seeing a genuine bachelor shag pad, Niall? Night, Nikki.
Night.
SQUIRTS WATER Leo? Nikki.
What are you doing? Patrick would go crazy.
Which is why I waited for him to leave.
What are you looking for? Have you ever heard of the Ketamine Killings? 1985 to 1986? I was nine and living in Cape Town.
Karl Bentley? Wasn't he a doctor or something? He was a rural vet living in the west of Rotherham.
Injected his victims with horse tranquilliser, then he sexually assaulted them, mutilated their genitals and lower abdomen and left them to die.
One of my first jobs.
You did the post-mortem? Mmm.
Three girls - Sarah Masters, Angela Flock and Paula Wilson.
But there was a forth girl, the one that everybody remembers Jodie Fisher.
They never found her body.
The other girls were just left where they died, but she was never found and Bentley would never tell.
So he disposed of the body? Presumably.
Why change his MO? He knew Jodie.
She was a farmer's daughter.
He looked after her dad's cattle for three years, so he knew the family well.
Two days after Jodie disappeared, he turned himself in and owned up to everything.
Now, in every case, he approached the victim from behind, he got them in an arm lock around their neck, and then he injected ketamine into the right thigh.
Worth a look, don't you think? Leo I know, I know, it's tricky to find, but he used a large veterinary hypodermic.
You can't seriously think that this is Jodie Fisher? This body was found less than ten miles from her house.
That doesn't prove anything.
OK, I'm mad.
What's your excuse? The defence wound.
If it was a ritual killing, it seems odd that she wasn't restrained.
See, Patrick hasn't had this body dated yet.
He wants it to be old, he is desperate for it to be old But what if it isn't? ErCharlie Harris? Barrister.
Predictably.
OK, and what about Barney Wilkes? Gay.
"Gay!" Yeah, what does he do? A professional gay boy.
He runs a hobby farm in his spare time, Devon somewhere.
Quite a big shot in the world of rare-breed bull semen.
HARRY SNORTS WITH LAUGHTER Oh, dear.
Mum always said you were a malign influence.
Bless her.
How is she? Managing the porn obsession? Yeah, well, cutting down, certainly.
Doing a lot of yoga.
Stop it! How's your Dad? Ermwell, he kind of shot himself.
HARRY CHUCKLES You're joking? No, he really did.
2001.
My God, Francis, I'm so sorry.
Don't be.
It's a while ago now.
The old boy wasn't happy.
Yeah, suicidal fathers - that's another thing we have in common.
Yeah.
To our 15-year-old selves.
Cheers, Harry.
Cheers.
A filling.
We acted under expert advice.
I presume the coroner did the same.
She released her, sir, not us.
OK, this is what you're going to do.
You're going to get your arses down to London.
We could have her sent back.
Shut up! You're going to find out who she is, how and when she died and when you've found this out, you'll report to me, and nobody else.
Do you understand? Sir.
Pulling me in for this shite! What the hell? It's all right.
Worried we've found Yorkshire's most famous missing person and shipped her off down south.
Jodie Fisher.
That was Maynard's investigation? Yeah.
He's spent the whole of his career trying to shake it off, like shit from a shoe.
Come on.
Just walk over, flash her a smile, she'll do all the running, I guarantee it.
I'll be right behind you, ready to mop up your rejects.
That does sound very romantic(!) Do we have to? Said with the confidence of a man for whom there will always be opportunity.
Come on, you were always the one who used to get the girls.
Anyway, where's Niall's mum? Disaster.
It was only a fling and then she upped sticks to Dominica.
I didn't even know she was pregnant.
Three years ago, she sent me a letter saying she wanted Niall to have an English education and she was sending him over to live with me.
Really? So, you see, although this may be just any old night for bachelor Cunningham, for me, this is a rare release from single parenthood.
OK? Go on, Harry.
Play the game.
DOOR OPENS What are you doing still up? What were you doing still at work? Something came up.
You leave early, you come home late.
Busy time.
We need those references by the end of the week.
Right.
You have spoken to Harry, haven't you? I'll chase it up.
SHE SIGHS ALARM CLOCK BEEPS BEEPING STOPS Hiya.
Oh! Yes, it was late.
Niall was asleep on the sofa when we got back, so we stayed.
No, that's fine.
How is the gorgeous Kate? Oh, Kate Kate is asleep.
Ha, I bet she is! Do you hear that, Niall? Work hard at school, become a handsome young doctor and all is harvest.
I'm going to be late for school.
Go and jump in the car.
Chop, chop.
Er Harry, I wonder if you could do me an enormous favour? Yeah, if I can.
I've got a raft of meetings in Manchester today, and they tend to drag on.
It would be great if I didn't need to worry about getting back for Niall.
Oh, you? You want me to pick him up from school or something? I was hoping he could stay here for the night.
He's not trouble - you let him in at night, feed him, let him out in the morning.
He's like a cat, really.
I don't really know much about teenage boys, to be honest, mate.
Well, you were one.
Yeah, true, but It doesn't matter, it was outrageous of me to even ask - sorry.
No, no, no, no.
No, you're right, I'm being silly.
Yeah, of course he can stay.
Thanks, buddy.
DOOR OPENS Take a seat, Karl.
Metal fillings.
So where does that put her? Post-1830s, more or less.
But I contacted the centre last night to chase up the carbon dating, and she's definitely post-bomb.
With all the nuclear testing in the 1950s, the atmosphere was flooded with radioactive carbon, so basically anybody born post-1950s can't be carbon-dated.
I've requested other tests, so we might be able to pin her down.
I had good reason to believe she was old.
You made an assumption because it was in your interests to do so.
I sent off for carbon dating.
What did you think I was going to do when it came back? Cover it up, ignore it? You asked for an opinion.
I asked for fact.
Well, at that stage, there was no such thing - if there ever is.
Is that what you told the coroner? PATRICK SIGHS Look, ask anybody who works in this field - a naked body found in peat, a body like this, it is impossible to tell whether it was interred 20 years ago or 20 centuries ago! Blaming Professor Cain isn't going to get us anywhere.
Believe me, I'm not just blaming him.
I'll be having words with the coroner, too.
What about your boss? Excuse me? Assistant Chief Constable Maynard.
I was arguing for her release, the coroner was stonewalling.
She gets a call from Maynard, "It's not a police matter," and voila, she's all mine.
If you had any doubts, why didn't you bring them to me instead of running off to your boss? It wasn't exactly like that.
Oh, what was it exactly like? Why would Maynard get involved? And if he'd spoken to the coroner, why not mention it? Don't ask me.
Aren't you intrigued? Bentley was his investigation.
If he had even the slightest suspicion this girl could be Jodie Fisher, wouldn't you expect him to move heaven and earth to find out? KNOCK ON DOOR DOOR OPENS We're all set.
There's a large vertical incision to the left-hand side of the chest.
Could you measure that for me? You'll let us know if the injuries correlate with those found on the Bentley girls? Please, don't call them "Bentley girls".
After Bentley confessed to killing Jodie, over the next two years every unidentified dead girl was a potential Jodie.
I had to watch that family go through the pain of having their hopes raised and then dashed again and again and again.
So, please, believe me, if this is Jodie, I want to make absolutely certain.
And when I am, you'll be the first to know.
The heart's misshapen, slightly reduced in size, but it looks more or less intact.
No sign of any puncture wounds.
So the blow to the chest sliced through the rib, severing the end .
.
with quite a steep angle of entry, which is why it missed the heart.
The apparent defence wound to the left hand suggests that the victim was conscious, prescient of her attack.
Could you weigh that and prep the head for opening? Was that the blow that killed her? Hard to tell.
No ruptures to the main blood routes.
But maybe, eventually, without intervention.
Dead or not, she's going to fall.
So she falls backwards Ah! The attacker then straddles her One, two, three, four, five quick blows to the lower abdomen, possibly six.
But no sign of any incisions to the genitalia.
Eryou might want to take a look at this.
Is that her brain? The grey tissue's the meninges - that's the lining of her brain just underneath the skull.
OK, so we have several depressed fractures to the skull, blunt trauma to the head caused by multiple blows.
So she was beaten as well as stabbed? Yeah.
And badly.
Typically, these kind of injuries present themselves in high-speed car crashes or falls from a great height.
Bentley never beat them like that.
Could I have the tweezers, please? Thanks.
What is that? Looks like a piece of brick.
WOMAN CHOKES AND GASPS Bentley was clinical, polished.
This is a botch job.
This girl suffered.
Could you get that off to toxicology ASAP? You looking for anything in particular? Ketamine.
So it could be Jodie Fisher? It doesn't follow Bentley's pattern exactly, but given location of the body and the age, height, length of the hair I don't think you can rule it out.
'I want that pit' excavated to the depth the body was found, and in a ten-metre diameter.
You find anything, you call me.
Can we get DNA from a body in that state? Possibly, if we use deep tissue, bone maybe.
KNOCK ON DOOR We need DNA from the Fisher family.
Give family liaison a call.
Let me go.
I know the area, and, er, I know the family.
Here we are, junction 30.
Gateway to paradise.
How does it feel to be home, Professor? Carol.
Leo?! Stephen.
Good memory.
Thanks.
Married a local girl, Sally.
He works the farm with us now.
Us? Me and Bill.
We got back together.
Ah.
It was three years after Jodie.
He wasn't coping, I couldn't bear to see him like that.
How is he now? Oh, you know.
But I've got grandchildren now.
Joel, five, and Megan, three.
Still babies.
They didn't try for kids straight away.
And when they did, they found they couldn't.
So what was it, IVF? Who knows? Relaxation? As soon as they stopped worrying, along came Joel.
Often the way.
Mmm.
What about you? Married? No.
No, but, erm, I have someone.
Janet.
Janet.
Lovely.
Children? No.
No children.
Well, you're a busy man.
And I expect she's got a career, too, hasn't she? Yes, she works with the police, she's a criminal profiler.
Oh.
Heard you moved away.
Mmm.
Down to London, chasing the work.
I was always sorry we never said goodbye properly, that things just drifted.
It was a confusing time.
It certainly was.
It's so good to see you, Leo.
Carol They've found another body.
It's a young girl, and It's early days, but Your dad texted, he's going to have to spend another night in Manchester.
HE SIGHS What? Hello, you.
Hello, Janet.
How are you? I'm well, thank you.
This is Niall, who is, erm I don't know what you'd call him, really - my charge.
Nice to meet you, Niall.
Harry, have you seen Leo? Thought I might try and lure him out for coffee.
Oh, you You don't know he's in Sheffield? Sheffield? Got what you need? I've never had my DNA taken before.
Wasn't widely used until the end of the '80s.
Such a long time ago.
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to upset you.
No, it's fine.
For a long time, I was OK, you know? I was functioning.
And I'll be OK again.
This latest thing, it's just a part of the process.
Something pops up, gets closed down.
You get used to it, you move on.
If it isn't her, it doesn't mean they won't eventually find her.
How? How will they find her if they're not even looking? Oh, they won't say they've stopped.
Just that no-one's actively assigned.
But like I say, we move on, even if we don't want to.
It isn't fair.
You haven't changed a bit.
Neither have you.
Oh, Leo.
What I loved about you, what really helped me back then, was your honesty, so don't Leo? I'm sorry.
I don't know where that came from.
Janet and I have been trying to have a baby, andit hasn't worked.
And now it's all that we talk about, it's what we've become.
That's natural, that's OK.
It's I wish it was OK, but The thing is, I had a baby.
Two or three years after I last saw you, I met someone, we fell in love and we had a baby girl.
And she grew up.
And then she died.
They were just sitting in a cafe after school one day, and a car ploughed through the window.
And that was it, gone.
I'm so sorry, Leo.
I sometimes feel that I'm betraying them not thinking about them, and now with the prospect of another baby, it makes it even worse.
Going back to Sheffield can't have helped.
No.
No, I should never have come.
Maybe you needed to.
Losing a child - other people don't understand.
It's beyond them - it's not their fault, it's just beyond them.
So don't you leave here feeling bad that you've upset me, because you haven't.
Bill! Leo Dalton.
You may not remember I won't tell him why you're here.
It's best he doesn't know until we do.
And I never told him about me and you.
He'd been through too much already.
He looks tired.
He's not slept more than three hours a night these past 20 years.
He rarely speaks, he never laughs.
So if you want to cry for your wife and daughter, you go ahead and cry.
Because if you hold it inside, that's what happens.
He's been very, erm, distant.
Leaves early, comes home late, doesn't talk.
Mmm.
I've noticed a change.
Really? How long? Last couple of weeks, maybe? It must be because of the adoption.
He says it isn't, but the alternative is He hasn't told you? No.
No reason why he should.
Except that he told me you were writing one of his character references.
Oh, I see.
We've been planning this for months, Harry.
We're going to adopt a baby - or at least I thought we were.
Who was that, Mam? Ghost from the past.
One of your toy boys, was he? He works with the police.
They've found a body, Stephen.
Probably won't come to anything, but they've found a body.
Where? Bleakston.
I've had the swab couriered.
Tried to play it down.
God knows how she must be feeling tonight.
Well, with any luck it won't be Jodie.
I hope it is! She's been lost too long.
Are you OK? Yeah.
I don't have children, so I can only imagine how painful it must be to lose one.
I remember your daughter and your wife.
It was my first year on the job.
I understand why you feel so passionate about this.
And you knew the Fisher family well, so I was 29, unmarried.
Carol was separated from her husband, had been for two years.
And Jodie had just disappeared.
And I don't know, it happened.
Totally unethical, but .
.
it happened.
And I'm glad it did - she's the bravest person I have ever met.
And she deserves to know what happened to her daughter.
They can't man a search indefinitely.
If new evidence comes to light I know the official line.
I understand it, but I don't have to agree, OK? As long as that girl is missing, they should be searching, they should be reviewing the investigation, they should be in Bentley's face day and night.
Because if you give up, he wins.
PHONE RINGS Harry.
We have the DNA results and, er Whoever she is, she's not Carol Fisher's daughter.
'I'm afraid it's not Jodie.
' Are you there? Yes.
Toxicology? Nope, nothing.
But you know, it might be a degraded sample, absence of evidence is not evidence of absence and all that Leo? Hung up on me.
Well, what did he say? Nothing.
He was sure there was a link.
Well, we shouldn't rule it out on the basis of a degraded sample.
No.
Zak? Yeah? Can you get the Bleakston girl out again, please? Er, why? What are we doing? Bentley injected into the right thigh, so we're going to put the right thigh under a microscope.
What? She wants to remove a skin section from the right thigh.
Oh, right.
Yeah, that's why I love this job.
Variety.
PHONE RINGS Hello? It is.
Guardian? No.
Wellyes, sort of, I suppose.
Why? You don't need to do this.
Please.
Just drive.
Do you know the phrase "needle in a haystack"? Yes.
Yeah, well, if you start sewing in a haystack, you kind of deserve everything you get.
Anything? Nope.
So are we done? No.
So what do you have to do to get excluded these days? I was suspended.
OK, what do you have to do to get suspended these days? Arms dealing? Torture? Fair enough, don't go into it if you don't want to.
He said something, so I punched him.
OK, that seems pretty clear.
Did you tell the head whatever it was he said to you? No.
Do you want to tell me, or? That my dad was an alcoholic and a waster.
OK.
So you hit him What is he said is obviously ridiculous, but I hit him because it's true.
Do you know why my dad got in touch with you? Why? Because he had nowhere else to dump me.
Every other friend he had, he'd lost.
What, he just goes off, you mean? Where does he go? How long for? Last time? Two weeks.
Is she OK? I'll send Family Liaison over.
Family Liaison? What good will Family Liaison do? I don't know what else I can You can find her bloody daughter! You know I can't do that.
But the girl back at the Lyell - Bentley's victim or not, she's somebody's daughter, too.
Yeah, Francis, if you When you get this message, you need to call me urgently.
Niall? Hello.
Hi.
Are you Niall? Yeah.
Is it all right if I stay and watch? Er Yeah, OK.
Who is she? We don't know.
That's what we're trying to find out.
Will somebody be missing her? Maybe.
Yes.
Have a look at this.
Leo Dalton.
I have an appointment with Karl Bentley.
DOOR SLAMS RINGS BELL I need some archived files - the Karl Bentley case.
Sign here, love.
The prisoner's waiting, sir.
DOOR BUZZES My name is, er, Professor Dalton.
Er, thank you for agreeing to see me.
I don't know whether anyone explained who I am? I, er I carried out postmortems between 1985 and 1986 on the three women that you murdered.
And I also carried out postmortems on several young women suspected to be Jodie Fisher.
I understand you knew the family? Well, you must have known them quite well.
As a matter of fact, I knew them, too.
You know, I thought when I saw you that I'd know what to do, but I don't.
So I'll just ask you, Karl - where is Jodie Fisher? AUDIO TAPE: 'Jodie knew me, so it was easy.
' 'OK, so why don't you tell me exactly how it happened, Karl?' 'I saw her walking back from the school bus.
'I wasn't looking for her, just saw her.
'So I decided to do it, just like that.
'Pulled over, offered her a lift' This is a mistake.
Sit down.
Thought you'd come about the other girl, the girl that's buried on Bleakston Moor.
How do you know about her? I've already said.
Nothing to do with me.
Said to who? How long had she been buried? You know I can't tell you that.
Must have been a fair while if they're trying to link it to me.
Can't be much left for you to work from.
Justbones.
There's enough.
Why so interested? They'll try to pin her on me.
Why would they do that? Easy target.
But I've already confessed to all my crimes, told them everything.
Not quite everything.
You know, I don't know which is moremonstrous, to butcher a young girl to death in an instant or to deny her family the chance to lay her to rest and to keep on denying them year after year.
How do you live with yourself? If you had the faintest shred of humanity You have no idea who I am or what I feel.
Feel?! Oh, I think I feel more than most.
Well, why don't you tell me, Karl? Why don't you tell me what you feel? Anger.
Jealousy.
Sadness.
Is that it? Well, how aboutremorse? How about guilt? No! Love.
Love? Is that so very hard to believe? Everything I did, I did for love.
DOOR BUZZES PHONE RINGS Hi, Nikki.
'We found a hypodermic needle lodged in her left thigh.
' Er, it's small, maybe 20 or 21 gauge.
'You were right, Leo.
You just had the wrong leg.
' You're quite sure? 'Yeah.
' Thanks.
'Bentley knew about Bleakston Girl.
' How? He wouldn't say.
He was asking questions, trying to find out what we had.
And then Nikki called to say that she'd found a hypodermic needle snapped off and buried in the left thigh of the girl.
It was the right thigh on the other girls.
What if she turned to face him? They struggled and she fought hard and the needle snapped off? That's the difference.
There wouldn't have been time for the ketamine to get into her system.
That also explains her injuries.
She was conscious.
Why would Bentley lie about Bleakston Girl? It's not the first lie he's told.
In his confession, he said he picked Jodie up on her way home from school, but I also found a witness statement taken from her friend Sally Barnett.
She said she walked with Jodie from the bus drop-off to her door.
Why lie? "Everything I did, I did for love.
" What? It's just something that Bentley said.
SHE SCREAMS No! She was a single mum.
Worked two jobs.
Right thigh.
Injected? 'Niall has gone.
' 'Gone where?' 'I don't know.
' 'Have you ruled out the possibility that it's Jodie Fisher?' 'Yes, we have.
' 'But you can't rule out the possibility' that it's another Bentley murder.
He didn't touch you, did he? It was a different world back in '86, though.
You'd understand why a rural vet would want to keep something like that hidden.
I was distracted.
'By what?' Because I know you Leo, and this is not how you behave.
What is going on? BANG