Manhunt (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - The Night Stalker: Part 3 - full transcript
The victim is an 85-year-old male,
a Mr Tomczyk.
He asked me for money.
When I opened wallet, he saw bank card.
And he took that as well?
He asked me for PIN.
You're a very brave man.
He didn't leave after you gave him
the PIN, did he?
I don't want to talk about it.
Tell 'em I want them
all watching that cash machine
and they don't leave until I say so.
Too late, boss. We missed him.
- What?
- Must've missed him by seconds.
We have to try something new, we have to.
We just need a bigger boat.
Ocean liner.
Aircraft carrier.
I've never made a request
to the Force Tasking Group
but I understand that many of you here
are regular bidders
so we're here to listen and to learn.
II'd suggest having surveillance teams
on stand-by just outside the plot.
Yeah, that's crucial.
You don't want word getting out
that there's surveillance going on
in Shirley.
If we shrink the plot,
the odds of him offending
obviously shrink too.
By how much?
Based on past offences, they drop
from one-in-three to one-in-six.
One-in-six?
You know what?
They're still good odds. I'll take that.
Now for the first time, I think
we're really in with a chance of a result
of stopping this man for good.
Uh, OK.
I was, uh, very heartened
by the support of the squad bosses.
Thanks, Richard.
But, um, I won't lie.
We've unleashed a beast here.
We're going to the FTG with a begging bowl
of optimistic proportions.
Optimistic?
As in "optimistic our boys'll beat Brazil".
That's not optimism,
that's more like a wilful delusion.
Oh, like when you sat
the Inspectors' exam, Nev.
What if they say no? Are we screwed?
Basically, the Force Tasking Group
is the only funding body
that can write the sort of cheque
we're after.
Yeah, so we need to have answers
to every question.
Every last penny and officer
we're requesting needs to be justified.
We're not just selling the plan
we're selling the execution of the plan.
- Fat chance...
Kenny, have you got something
you'd like to add?
No, sir. Private joke.
Fair enough, but I will say though,
if anyone isn't 100% behind this
there's still the chance to win the keys
to a Vauxhall Astra.
A nice silver one with stripes
and lights on it. OK?
Now I'm told that the presentation of a bid
is every bit as important as the contents
- Yup.
So any PowerPoint demons,
please make themselves known.
Wouldn't say I'm a demon, but I'm alright.
He's brilliant.
He did the slideshow at my 50th.
Wasn't that for your 60th? — OK. All
proofed materials to Adam, please.
Boss.
It's a bad one.
Victim's been admitted to West Croydon
and Patricia's on her way.
That's all I've got.
— Oh, God.
Uh, Nathan, can you start
getting the presentation together?
Neville, you come with me.
We're on our way.
I'm calling from the Metropolitan Police
in London.
That's right, the UK.
I'm trying to reach Diane Cole?
I'll hold, thank you.
Nancy Cole, she's a widow.
One daughter who lives in New Zealand,
I'm trying to track her down.
Has she been assaulted?
TBC. She's been dozing since I got here.
Consultant wants to see her
before tests are carried out.
Right. Thank you.
Excuse me, hi.
DS Neville Hylton, DCI Colin Sutton.
- She's in there.
- Uh, yeah.
Just a couple of questions please. Thank you.
- Yes, of course.
Nancy.
My name's Colin Sutton.
How are you feeling?
You're in West Croydon hospital,
and you're in very good hands.
What, love?
He interfered with me, you know?
I'm very sorry to hear that, Nancy,
I truly am.
It took a lot of courage to tell me that.
I think you're very brave
and we're gonna look after you
and help you in every way we can, alright?
Thank you.
Colin.
It's her daughter. She wants to
speak to "whoever's in charge".
What's her name?
- Diane.
OK, thank you.
Hello, Diane. My name's Colin Sutton.
Is it him?
Did he come back?
I'm sorry?
The Night Stalker.
He attacked a woman in Mum's street
ten years ago.
Didn't you know that?
Uh, no.
I've just come straight to the hospital.
I'm still catching up on the details.
Details?
You don't know if it's him or not?
There's a strong possibility that it is,
yes.
Oh, God.
She read about it in the local paper.
Every attack, every article.
She always said she'd be next.
This is exactly what she dreaded...
and I'm so far away.
I'm sorry.
How is he still out there?
I wish I could answer that,
but I'm afraid I can't.
Was she, um...
Was she raped?
I don't know, Diane.
As soon as I have more information,
I'll call you myself, I promise.
Now,
what about coming over to see your mum?
I want to.
But, um, I'm a...
a single mum, it's not easy.
Well, if we can help with the arrangements,
just let us know.
Thank you.
- Have you got a pen?
I'll give you our office number.
OK. Thanks.
It's 0207-9...
Sorry, hang on.
OK.
0207-946-0739.
0739... OK.
Everything alright, Neville?
Not exactly.
That was Inspector Adler,
one of the staff officers at the Yard.
Uh-huh?
- He says he's managed to squeeze
your application into the Force Tasking
meeting today.
Today?
- You've got the 12pm slot.
That's in 90 minutes?
- I said that. I said it's impossible.
I'm not ready. I'm nothing like ready.
- I said all of that.
I asked if you could come in next week.
He goes...
Get this, he goes, "We're fully booked
till the first week of November."
That's six weeks away!
Then he says,
"If it's not a priority for you
I could tell the DACs
that you're not bothered—-
It's not about not being bothered, is it?
It's about being in the middle
of an investigation!
Thank you. To which he says, "Well,
we're all very busy these days, aren't we?
Nature of the beast."
So it's now or November?
We'd better get going then, hadn't we?
- You reckon?
What's another way of saying
"forensically aware"?
"Evidentially cognisant"?
It's a bit of a mouthful.
"Evidentially savvy"?
Yeah. Yeah, that's good.
Good luck, boss.
Thanks. Bye.
Hello, Alex.
- Morning, sir.
You alright?
Shit.
Neville!
Lend us your warrant card.
I left mine on my desk.
What?
- Just give it to me.
I look nothing like you.
You're too modest.
Couldn't you just explain to security?
Yes, I could, but I'd probably
miss next week's meeting as well.
Chief Inspector Sutton?
- Yep.
Len Adler,
I spoke to one of your colleagues.
Right, you'll be presenting
to the DACs in five minutes.
But, rather embarrassingly,
two council leaders have lost their laptops
in the last eight weeks.
Here we can see the spread of the problem
with the main issues highlighted.
That's Sue Akers sitting at the table
and Lynne Owens on her right.
Oh, yeah, I know them both.
You do?
Yeah, Lynne used to work
with my wife at Surrey
and Sue was the Child Protection DI
at Islington when I worked up there.
Can I have your presentation please?
Uh, no, I need it.
Your memory stick, DVD, CD-ROM?
Yeah, I know what you're talking about.
I haven't got one.
Thank you very much.
— Thank you very much.
We'll be in touch as soon as we can.
— Thank you.
DCI Sutton, Operation Minstead.
Colin, how are you?
I'm very well indeed, thanks, ma'am,
and, um, thanks for slotting me in.
How's Louise?
- She's very well indeed, thank you.
- Do give her my best.
- Yes, I will.
I'm the acting SIO on Operation Minstead
an investigation targeting
an unidentified offender
who has carried out multiple rapes,
assaults and burglaries
on elderly victims in South East London,
dating back to 1992.
I believe the offender is both
sufficiently prolific and provably active
in the same area of Shirley
that we can catch him in the act.
Or that we have a very, very good chance.
But to exploit that chance
I need, for an open-ended period,
75 extra officers
which I know is a significant
if not unprecedented number
with a huge cost implication.
However, with those officers,
ideally backed up by Air Support
and with access to Central 3,000,
we can thread...
We can...
we can throw a net
over these target streets
a net without holes, more to the point.
My confidence in this plan
is rooted in our subject's
extraordinary levels of offending.
To date, at least 30 rapes,
attempted rapes
and sexual assaults and over 100 burglaries
with a notable uptick in frequency
in recent months.
So, to add a geographic component
to those figures...
Er, look, ma'am, the bottom line is this.
I've got an 80-year-old woman
waiting for an HIV test.
I've got a war hero who's too terrified
to tell the family liaison officer
what this man did to him.
I've got an 81-year-old half-blind lady
clutching my arm saying,
"He interfered with me."
This has got to stop
and we have all got to take responsibility
for stopping it as soon as we can.
This plan...
this plan is our best shot at doing that.
You're pushing on an open door, Colin.
Thank you.
So, here we are.
Stupid question,
where do all these hook up to?
Feeds of every description.
CCTV, hidden cameras, TFL footage,
you name it.
Can I ask you a question?
— Sure.
Don't get me wrong,
but how did you wangle this?
Normally terrorism and/or kidnapping
is the price of entry.
Um, I applied my teenage philosophy
to asking girls out.
Which was?
That they can only say "no"
which they generally did.
Good for you.
Are you telling us
not to get too comfortable?
Anything terror-related,
you'll be out on your ear
but you knew that already.
- Mm.
It's a big train set.
It's the biggest train set.
If we don't catch him now, we never wiill.
Drink there, love.
Thanks, love.
Buyer's remorse?
What?
You got what you wanted,
now you're feeling the weight of it?
Something like that. Yeah.
Oh...
Oh, God, this looks like hard work.
I just want to get it right.
What I say to them.
There's 75 bodies out there,
night after night
and 75 coppers I'm taking off the street
and out of circulation.
It's gotta work, Louise, it's gotta work.
And you think your pep talk
will be a deciding factor?
I need them to start the way
they mean to continue, yeah.
Fair enough.
Most of the 75 are new to Minstead,
and they've got to grasp
what we're dealing with. Who we're
dealing with, and how savvy he is.
Y'know, one slip up,
one little chink of light through a curtain
one scrap of paper dropped in—
- That's good.
What?
- What you just said.
It's better than anything here.
Oh, thanks a lot.
Go on, "One slip...
one giveaway chink of light
from a curtain..."
One carelessly discarded item...
No, what you said before was better.
Uh,
one scrap of paper dropped in the street
is all that it will take...
...for this super-vigilant offender
to abort his wicked mission
and slip back into the shadows.
You have to go out there
absolutely convinced
that tonight is the night.
And you have to go out again and again
until it is our night.
Now, beware distraction.
One text message, one 30-second doze
one glance at Tottenham's goal difference
and you could miss him.
OK. All the details, all the planning,
who's going where, the call-signs
the equipment, the vehicles,
I'm leaving to specialist DSs
who do this every day
they'll make a much better job of it
than a pen-pushing SIO.
I will, of course,
always be available to sign off
on any overtime or expenses claims.
Seventeen years.
That's how long this man has inflicted
untold pain and fear
on the most vulnerable members
of our community.
Not just ruining lives...
but hastening their end.
He thinks he owns those streets.
Like he owns the homes he breaks into.
Go out and show him you do.
We are all set to go live at nine.
Observation points'll
be radioing in any minute.
What we've got here is all the available
cameras on the edge of your plot.
TFL, Met, Local Authority.
...OFFICER: Call it in.
OP34 in position.
OFPE6 in position.
— Confirmed in position.
OP3 in position.
Yeah, zooming in.
OP 32, in position.
- OP44 in position.
- OP7 in position.
OP 29 in position.
OP 7 in position.
In position, OP 23.
OP 16 in position.
- Top-up, Guv.
- Thanks, Nathan.
ORP 2 in position.
OP 28 in position.
OPZ21 in position.
- OP 8 in position.
- Yes, OP 8 in position.
You still taking one sugar?
You should know by now.
OP 20 in position.
OP 1 in position.
That's all observation points checked in.
Good luck, everyone.
There's some coffee for you.
Thank you.
There's some fresh coffee, boss,
if you fancy it.
Oh, yeah, I'll come and get it.
Long night.
No shame in it.
I'll let you know what's happening.
Sir. Good evening.
- Good evening.
Please, follow me.
Who's that in the battle rattle?
- He's a commander in counter-terrorism.
Hope they're not chucking us out already?
We are being watched
from the very top, though.
And there's absolutely no guarantee
that this'll pan out.
Careful, boss. Might be you
winning keys to a panda car.
Wouldn't bloody mind right now.
Thank you.
I didn't really expect to catch him
on the first night, but, um...
But it would've been nice?
Yeah.
What's your plan today?
I'll get my head down
for a couple of hours, then I'll go in.
And tonight?
I'll go straight to the Control Room.
Two hours' sleep?
Even Maggie Thatcher had three.
I'll catch up at the weekend.
OK.
Bye, love.
He was out last night. Three burglaries.
On our plot?
Bloody close, boss.
The first two near Elmers End,
and then third one here
at the back of Bethlem Royal Hospital.
Burglaries, no contact with the victims?
How do we know it's Minstead?
Same tool marks, panes removed,
knick-knacks lined up outside.
And this last one's so near the plot.
I mean, it's 200 yards tops.
It's like he knew.
Don't give him credit. He's lucky.
Yeah, over and over again.
What you thinking, boss?
I'm thinking it's a shame we didn't have
the 150 bodies we wanted, isn't it?
What are the timings?
The first two, 2:40am and 2:50.
That's close together.
At the first location,
he failed to gain entry.
What about the third?
- 3:30.
Right.
So, if he's at the second location
for a minimum of ten minutes
it's taken him half an hour
to get down to there.
Well, he has to go through our plot.
Yeah, he's gotta be in a car, as well.
My money's on Morton Way, straight down.
We had a team on Morton Way.
They only saw a handful of cars.
Right, Adam, Neville,
get down to Morton Way
see if you can find any CCTV.
That could get tongues wagging locally,
especially if a link's made to the robberies.
Yeah. That's a good point, Cathy.
You need a cover story.
Say you're trying to ID a vehicle
that outran a high-speed pursuit.
Sounds good.
- After a hit-and-run.
Then they won't ask why uniforms
aren't dealing with it.
Sounds better.
- Mmm.
Up on the right.
St Joseph's Primary.
Could be a shot of the road over the hedge.
Yeah. Let's hope they don't
switch 'em off at night.
We've had paedophiles try
and photograph the kids before, so, uh...
I'd need the head's blessing.
Hang on. Do we look like paedophiles?
Don't answer that. This was the wee hours,
the kids were long gone.
Rules are rules, I'm afraid.
Give us the Head's number. We'll be
sure to say how helpful you've been.
It's just the camera
overlooking the street, you say?
Mmm. Midnight to 6am, please.
Mind me asking what this is about?
Hit-and-run. We lost a suspect
after a high-speed chase.
And you think they came down Morton Way?
- Mm-hm, that's right.
Funny, I live opposite
and I didn't hear a thing.
And I'm a light sleeper.
We really need to see that footage,
Mr Wilson.
3:05. That's exactly when we thought
he'd take his journey, isn't it?
And that's the only vehicle to go down
Morton Way in our timeframe.
That looks like a small
people carrier to me.
Yeah, maybe a Zafira?
Oh, what's his name, Andy Wooller
the vehicle expert.
He'll tell us.
Should be able to help with the numbers
in circulation too.
Shame we couldn't get a fucking reg.
And that's the only CCTV camera
in the street?
Yeah. The school aside,
Morton Way's all residential.
There's a couple of cameras
but they're all cheap systems trained on
front doors, nothing on the road.
Oh, c¢'mon, we likely know
what car he drives. That's huge.
We're not chasing shadows anymore.
She's stable, but she's not eating solids.
Still?
- Yeah.
They're very worried about
her weight and blood pressure.
I'm worried too.
- Yeah.
That loss of appetite, is that due to shock
or is that a symptom of something else?
The former.
As you know, she tested negative for rape,
but digital penetration did occur.
Far as I'm concerned, that is rape.
You speak to the daughter again?
This afternoon.
Any time you want me
to relieve you there, boss.
Oh, thanks, Patricia.
She wants to come over
but she's a single parent.
I think, logistically, it's tough.
Maybe financially, too.
Auckland to London can't be cheap.
- Yeah.
I'd love to help her
but we wouldn't get the funds, would we?
No, we wouldn't, not these days.
Definitely a Zafira,
not a doubt in my mind.
Looking at the Vauxhall paint chart,
it's either silver or grey.
Unfortunately, they're two of the most
popular colours...
and I'm confident from the roof line
and the window shape
it's a B-model Zafira.
That's got to narrow it down?
It gives us a circulation figure.
I wouldn't say "narrow".
Go on?
Forty-eight thousand?
- Phew!
- Nationwide?
Well, so we prioritise the ones
registered in South London.
No. Doesn't work like that.
What do you mean, guv?
I mean there's no correlation between
registration and current address.
I've been here before.
What, Bellfield?
Yeah.
But you got him.
Didn't get his poxy van though,
and the trying nearly killed us.
Isn't it possible that one bad experience
is blinding you to a good lead?
It's the lessons of history, Cathy.
I get that, I do, but we've got, what,
75-plus on surveillance?
Surely we can spare—-
- No, we can't spare anyone.
Not one body.
Less bodies means we either shrink the plot
or spread the teams.
Given that we missed him
by 200 yards last night
how does either of those
sound like a good idea?
You heard the man.
We can gather the Zafira number plates
as and when we see them locally,
but that's it.
We're not compromising an op we've worked
so hard to stage and finance, alright?
Good, thank you.
Thanks, Andy. Thanks, everyone.
Thank you.
You OK?
- Yeah.
Can you update Simon for me?
Yeah. Course, yeah.
You're a bit of a paradox, boss, aren't you?
- Eh?
A cautious man who puts
all his eggs in one basket.
I thought you made a
better case. Soft touch.
Maybe I'm demob happy.
Yeah, I thought you'd forgotten.
Oh, your SIO course?
Tomorrow.
- Two weeks?
For what it's worth,
I did try and postpone it
but the next one's not for months,
there's no guarantee—-
Forget it, Nathan, you've got to go.
You've got to go. Yeah.
Yeah, good luck.
I'll see you in two weeks.
Thanks, boss.
I've got a Diane Cole on the phone.
She says you promised to give her an update.
- Oh...
Do you want me to handle this?
No, can you put it through
to Simon's meeting room?
And walk with me.
You know we're losing Nathan
for a couple of weeks?
Yeah, I know.
- How'd you feel about filling in
as my deputy?
It's an attractive package.
Loads more responsibility,
NO increase in pay or rank
just a requirement to survive
on two hours' kip a night.
I thought you'd never ask.
You're a good bloke, New.
Hello, Diane? It's Colin Sutton.
- I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
- No, it's OK.
Have you seen Mum?
Yes, I have. She's still very weak,
but she seems more cheerful.
That's good.
Sorry, I'm just making my son
a hot drink before bed.
No problem.
Have you ever been to New Zealand?
I'm afraid not, no. I've seen
Lord of the Rings, if that counts.
It's not all as scenic as that, believe me.
So, um... she's in better spirits?
Yes, much better, yeah.
She's still not eating
which, after two weeks, is concerning.
Right, but she's on the drip, though?
- Yes, she is.
And the doctors are doing everything they
can but they are worried about malnutrition.
God...
Do you know why she won't eat?
She says she's just got no appetite.
It's the shock of it all.
She's so quiet on the phone. So frail.
It's not like Mum at all.
I think you should get over here
as soon as you can, Diane.
I know you said it's not that easy
from a childcare point of view...
No, [... I hear you.
I'll book a flight now.
Great.
I wish we could help you financially,
I really do.
That's OK. Don't worry.
Coming so close is disappointing, galling
there's no getting away from it.
At the same time,
it proves he's currently active
and we are right where we should be.
I'm certain we'll get a second chance,
but only if we stay sharp and focused.
Alright.
Neville's got your car keys, your maps
and your briefing notes. Good luck.
Thank you very much.
OP 32 in position.
OP39 in position.
Operator, which service do you require?
Police. He's breaking in!
I'm sorry, did you say police?
Yes. He's in my house.
What's your name and address, please?
Oh, he's in the kitchen...
I can get someone to you right away.
- Oh, my God, he's in the kitchen!
Give me your name and address.
— Sheila Walsh...
126 Menton Road, Lambeth.
Thank you, Sheila.
! want you to keep talking to me, OK?
- OK.
Is there an intruder in your home, Sheila?
Yes, he's downstairs!
And do you think it's someone known to you?
What?
No.
He's in the dining room.
How do you know
he's in the dining room, Sheila?
I never go in there.
The hinges squeak...
Sheila?
The police are on their way, OK?
Stay with me, Sheila,
! need you to tell me what's happening.
Ah...
I can't hear anyth...
Sheila?
He's coming upstairs.
Can you lock the door, Sheila?
No.
Is there somewhere you can hide, Sheila?
A cupboard or an en suite?
Sheila?
Sheila.
Sheila, what's happening?
— The police are coming! Police are coming!
The police are coming!
- Fuck you, bitch!
- Sheila?
The police are coming!
Sheila?
There he is!
Stop, stop, stop!
MP, MP, from Lima Oscar 31, active.
PC 1263 chasing suspect on foot.
We're monitoring a CAD from LX,
a foot-chase following a break-in
at the home of an elderly woman in Lambeth.
That's gotta be ten miles from the plot.
We're patching into the radio now.
East on Holden Avenue!
East on Holden Avenue!
East on Holden Avenue received.
Can you zoom in on the map?
Yep. Zooming in.
In rear alley off Holden Avenue!
Heading north!
Can't get a car in front of him.
He's avoiding the roads.
OK, looks like he's using the gardens
and the back alleys.
Gondor Road, Gondor Road! Heading west!
North through Barstock Road Estate!
North through Barstock Road Estate,
received.
Heading out the estate, into a park!
Received.
Creekside retail park.
We think there's a TFL camera adjacent
to the retail park.
Hooking up now.
Looks like he's checking out the van.
Fuck.
Suspect lost.
Creekside retail park.
You know, he disappeared for a year
after he featured on Crimewatch.
You don't know that's why he stopped.
It's a big coincidence though, isn't it?
He'll go to ground now.
A near-miss might have the opposite effect.
It might make him feel invincible.
Reckless.
Some offenders, maybe, but...
Not him.
You need some sleep.
Hmm?
I wonder if he sleeps.
Doesn't seem like he sleeps.
Course he sleeps.
That PC who chased him last night is 24.
He runs the marathon every year.
I'm talking under four hours.
It's not enough, not fast enough.
Who is this bloke?
He's been active for nearly two decades
so he's no spring chicken.
Thirty five, minimum
but nothing slows him down,
nothing breaks his stride.
He's driven by the weirdest
psycho-sexual urges imaginable
but he is in complete control
the whole time, of...
of himself, of his crimes, of his victims.
He's just a man, Colin.
A sad, sorry, messed-up excuse for a man.
Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
I am.
And you need some sleep.
Hm?
Get some sleep.
And if you got to Lewisham at 12:00
instead of 10:00
the world wouldn't come to an end.
Guv.
Diane's plane was delayed leaving Auckland.
What time's she getting in?
—-10:30 tonight.
Oh, dear.
I can be the welcome party?
Erm...
No, no, no, I wanna be there.
Thanks, Patricia.
I'll come fetch you.
- Oh, please, yeah.
No, I'm serious.
I'm starting to think he can't be nicked.
What? He's a fucking night duty burglar
who got lucky!
Seventeen years, that's not luck.
Boss.
— Morning, guv.
Morning.
Oh, Patricia was just after you.
Yeah, she got me. Thanks, Nev.
Ground crew are gonna get her
through passport control.
Oh, good.
This is Patricia.
What time was this?
Well, do you have any more information?
OK.
Thanks for letting me know.
What is it?
Patricia?
Oh, no...
An hour ago.
Less.
If they let her have the phone
in the hospital
you can speak to her
when you get home from school. OK?
Look, I've gotta go.
I love you. Bye.
Diane?
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Colin Sutton.
This is family liaison officer
Detective Constable Patricia Henry.
Can we go straight to the hospital?
Uh, yeah. Let's just step over here
for a moment, shall we?
Um, take a seat.
I'm afraid II've got some very bad news.
I'm afraid your mother died this evening.
I'm sorry.
I'm so very, very sorry.
This has taken everyone by surprise, Diane
including the doctors.
You remember that she'd stopped eating?
The effects of that on her general health
were profound.
Was... was she in pain?
Did she say anything?
I only spoke to the hospital briefly,
but my understanding is
she died peacefully in her sleep.
Are you any nearer to catching him?
I believe so, yeah.
When you do,
he'll go down for murder, right?
Because he basically killed her that night.
Uh, well, it's complicated.
How is it complicated?
Legally speaking, uh, it'll come down
to something called causation.
And what does that mean?
Well... uh, let's not get into that.
No. I-I want to go into it now.
Medically speaking, your mum died
because of a lack of food
"malnutrition” is what it'll say
on the death certificate.
When she was attacked,
she stopped eating.
There's your causation.
Diane...
— Are you telling me
that she wouldn't still be alive
if he hadn't done what he did?
No.
No, I'm not saying that.
I'm just saying,
be prepared for disappointment
because in the eyes of the law
that chain of events...
will struggle to meet
the legal definition of murder
or even manslaughter.
Malnutrition?
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.
Diane, when we catch this man...
and we will catch him...
that's the time to give him
your focus and attention.
The trial, the verdict, the sentencing,
that's what they're for.
But in the meantime,
you need to grieve for your mum
and in order to do that properly
you need to shut him out.
Save all that anger for down the line.
Try to make today about you and your mum
and no one else.
I know that's easier said than done.
No, you're right.
He doesn't deserve...
No, he doesn't.
a Mr Tomczyk.
He asked me for money.
When I opened wallet, he saw bank card.
And he took that as well?
He asked me for PIN.
You're a very brave man.
He didn't leave after you gave him
the PIN, did he?
I don't want to talk about it.
Tell 'em I want them
all watching that cash machine
and they don't leave until I say so.
Too late, boss. We missed him.
- What?
- Must've missed him by seconds.
We have to try something new, we have to.
We just need a bigger boat.
Ocean liner.
Aircraft carrier.
I've never made a request
to the Force Tasking Group
but I understand that many of you here
are regular bidders
so we're here to listen and to learn.
II'd suggest having surveillance teams
on stand-by just outside the plot.
Yeah, that's crucial.
You don't want word getting out
that there's surveillance going on
in Shirley.
If we shrink the plot,
the odds of him offending
obviously shrink too.
By how much?
Based on past offences, they drop
from one-in-three to one-in-six.
One-in-six?
You know what?
They're still good odds. I'll take that.
Now for the first time, I think
we're really in with a chance of a result
of stopping this man for good.
Uh, OK.
I was, uh, very heartened
by the support of the squad bosses.
Thanks, Richard.
But, um, I won't lie.
We've unleashed a beast here.
We're going to the FTG with a begging bowl
of optimistic proportions.
Optimistic?
As in "optimistic our boys'll beat Brazil".
That's not optimism,
that's more like a wilful delusion.
Oh, like when you sat
the Inspectors' exam, Nev.
What if they say no? Are we screwed?
Basically, the Force Tasking Group
is the only funding body
that can write the sort of cheque
we're after.
Yeah, so we need to have answers
to every question.
Every last penny and officer
we're requesting needs to be justified.
We're not just selling the plan
we're selling the execution of the plan.
- Fat chance...
Kenny, have you got something
you'd like to add?
No, sir. Private joke.
Fair enough, but I will say though,
if anyone isn't 100% behind this
there's still the chance to win the keys
to a Vauxhall Astra.
A nice silver one with stripes
and lights on it. OK?
Now I'm told that the presentation of a bid
is every bit as important as the contents
- Yup.
So any PowerPoint demons,
please make themselves known.
Wouldn't say I'm a demon, but I'm alright.
He's brilliant.
He did the slideshow at my 50th.
Wasn't that for your 60th? — OK. All
proofed materials to Adam, please.
Boss.
It's a bad one.
Victim's been admitted to West Croydon
and Patricia's on her way.
That's all I've got.
— Oh, God.
Uh, Nathan, can you start
getting the presentation together?
Neville, you come with me.
We're on our way.
I'm calling from the Metropolitan Police
in London.
That's right, the UK.
I'm trying to reach Diane Cole?
I'll hold, thank you.
Nancy Cole, she's a widow.
One daughter who lives in New Zealand,
I'm trying to track her down.
Has she been assaulted?
TBC. She's been dozing since I got here.
Consultant wants to see her
before tests are carried out.
Right. Thank you.
Excuse me, hi.
DS Neville Hylton, DCI Colin Sutton.
- She's in there.
- Uh, yeah.
Just a couple of questions please. Thank you.
- Yes, of course.
Nancy.
My name's Colin Sutton.
How are you feeling?
You're in West Croydon hospital,
and you're in very good hands.
What, love?
He interfered with me, you know?
I'm very sorry to hear that, Nancy,
I truly am.
It took a lot of courage to tell me that.
I think you're very brave
and we're gonna look after you
and help you in every way we can, alright?
Thank you.
Colin.
It's her daughter. She wants to
speak to "whoever's in charge".
What's her name?
- Diane.
OK, thank you.
Hello, Diane. My name's Colin Sutton.
Is it him?
Did he come back?
I'm sorry?
The Night Stalker.
He attacked a woman in Mum's street
ten years ago.
Didn't you know that?
Uh, no.
I've just come straight to the hospital.
I'm still catching up on the details.
Details?
You don't know if it's him or not?
There's a strong possibility that it is,
yes.
Oh, God.
She read about it in the local paper.
Every attack, every article.
She always said she'd be next.
This is exactly what she dreaded...
and I'm so far away.
I'm sorry.
How is he still out there?
I wish I could answer that,
but I'm afraid I can't.
Was she, um...
Was she raped?
I don't know, Diane.
As soon as I have more information,
I'll call you myself, I promise.
Now,
what about coming over to see your mum?
I want to.
But, um, I'm a...
a single mum, it's not easy.
Well, if we can help with the arrangements,
just let us know.
Thank you.
- Have you got a pen?
I'll give you our office number.
OK. Thanks.
It's 0207-9...
Sorry, hang on.
OK.
0207-946-0739.
0739... OK.
Everything alright, Neville?
Not exactly.
That was Inspector Adler,
one of the staff officers at the Yard.
Uh-huh?
- He says he's managed to squeeze
your application into the Force Tasking
meeting today.
Today?
- You've got the 12pm slot.
That's in 90 minutes?
- I said that. I said it's impossible.
I'm not ready. I'm nothing like ready.
- I said all of that.
I asked if you could come in next week.
He goes...
Get this, he goes, "We're fully booked
till the first week of November."
That's six weeks away!
Then he says,
"If it's not a priority for you
I could tell the DACs
that you're not bothered—-
It's not about not being bothered, is it?
It's about being in the middle
of an investigation!
Thank you. To which he says, "Well,
we're all very busy these days, aren't we?
Nature of the beast."
So it's now or November?
We'd better get going then, hadn't we?
- You reckon?
What's another way of saying
"forensically aware"?
"Evidentially cognisant"?
It's a bit of a mouthful.
"Evidentially savvy"?
Yeah. Yeah, that's good.
Good luck, boss.
Thanks. Bye.
Hello, Alex.
- Morning, sir.
You alright?
Shit.
Neville!
Lend us your warrant card.
I left mine on my desk.
What?
- Just give it to me.
I look nothing like you.
You're too modest.
Couldn't you just explain to security?
Yes, I could, but I'd probably
miss next week's meeting as well.
Chief Inspector Sutton?
- Yep.
Len Adler,
I spoke to one of your colleagues.
Right, you'll be presenting
to the DACs in five minutes.
But, rather embarrassingly,
two council leaders have lost their laptops
in the last eight weeks.
Here we can see the spread of the problem
with the main issues highlighted.
That's Sue Akers sitting at the table
and Lynne Owens on her right.
Oh, yeah, I know them both.
You do?
Yeah, Lynne used to work
with my wife at Surrey
and Sue was the Child Protection DI
at Islington when I worked up there.
Can I have your presentation please?
Uh, no, I need it.
Your memory stick, DVD, CD-ROM?
Yeah, I know what you're talking about.
I haven't got one.
Thank you very much.
— Thank you very much.
We'll be in touch as soon as we can.
— Thank you.
DCI Sutton, Operation Minstead.
Colin, how are you?
I'm very well indeed, thanks, ma'am,
and, um, thanks for slotting me in.
How's Louise?
- She's very well indeed, thank you.
- Do give her my best.
- Yes, I will.
I'm the acting SIO on Operation Minstead
an investigation targeting
an unidentified offender
who has carried out multiple rapes,
assaults and burglaries
on elderly victims in South East London,
dating back to 1992.
I believe the offender is both
sufficiently prolific and provably active
in the same area of Shirley
that we can catch him in the act.
Or that we have a very, very good chance.
But to exploit that chance
I need, for an open-ended period,
75 extra officers
which I know is a significant
if not unprecedented number
with a huge cost implication.
However, with those officers,
ideally backed up by Air Support
and with access to Central 3,000,
we can thread...
We can...
we can throw a net
over these target streets
a net without holes, more to the point.
My confidence in this plan
is rooted in our subject's
extraordinary levels of offending.
To date, at least 30 rapes,
attempted rapes
and sexual assaults and over 100 burglaries
with a notable uptick in frequency
in recent months.
So, to add a geographic component
to those figures...
Er, look, ma'am, the bottom line is this.
I've got an 80-year-old woman
waiting for an HIV test.
I've got a war hero who's too terrified
to tell the family liaison officer
what this man did to him.
I've got an 81-year-old half-blind lady
clutching my arm saying,
"He interfered with me."
This has got to stop
and we have all got to take responsibility
for stopping it as soon as we can.
This plan...
this plan is our best shot at doing that.
You're pushing on an open door, Colin.
Thank you.
So, here we are.
Stupid question,
where do all these hook up to?
Feeds of every description.
CCTV, hidden cameras, TFL footage,
you name it.
Can I ask you a question?
— Sure.
Don't get me wrong,
but how did you wangle this?
Normally terrorism and/or kidnapping
is the price of entry.
Um, I applied my teenage philosophy
to asking girls out.
Which was?
That they can only say "no"
which they generally did.
Good for you.
Are you telling us
not to get too comfortable?
Anything terror-related,
you'll be out on your ear
but you knew that already.
- Mm.
It's a big train set.
It's the biggest train set.
If we don't catch him now, we never wiill.
Drink there, love.
Thanks, love.
Buyer's remorse?
What?
You got what you wanted,
now you're feeling the weight of it?
Something like that. Yeah.
Oh...
Oh, God, this looks like hard work.
I just want to get it right.
What I say to them.
There's 75 bodies out there,
night after night
and 75 coppers I'm taking off the street
and out of circulation.
It's gotta work, Louise, it's gotta work.
And you think your pep talk
will be a deciding factor?
I need them to start the way
they mean to continue, yeah.
Fair enough.
Most of the 75 are new to Minstead,
and they've got to grasp
what we're dealing with. Who we're
dealing with, and how savvy he is.
Y'know, one slip up,
one little chink of light through a curtain
one scrap of paper dropped in—
- That's good.
What?
- What you just said.
It's better than anything here.
Oh, thanks a lot.
Go on, "One slip...
one giveaway chink of light
from a curtain..."
One carelessly discarded item...
No, what you said before was better.
Uh,
one scrap of paper dropped in the street
is all that it will take...
...for this super-vigilant offender
to abort his wicked mission
and slip back into the shadows.
You have to go out there
absolutely convinced
that tonight is the night.
And you have to go out again and again
until it is our night.
Now, beware distraction.
One text message, one 30-second doze
one glance at Tottenham's goal difference
and you could miss him.
OK. All the details, all the planning,
who's going where, the call-signs
the equipment, the vehicles,
I'm leaving to specialist DSs
who do this every day
they'll make a much better job of it
than a pen-pushing SIO.
I will, of course,
always be available to sign off
on any overtime or expenses claims.
Seventeen years.
That's how long this man has inflicted
untold pain and fear
on the most vulnerable members
of our community.
Not just ruining lives...
but hastening their end.
He thinks he owns those streets.
Like he owns the homes he breaks into.
Go out and show him you do.
We are all set to go live at nine.
Observation points'll
be radioing in any minute.
What we've got here is all the available
cameras on the edge of your plot.
TFL, Met, Local Authority.
...OFFICER: Call it in.
OP34 in position.
OFPE6 in position.
— Confirmed in position.
OP3 in position.
Yeah, zooming in.
OP 32, in position.
- OP44 in position.
- OP7 in position.
OP 29 in position.
OP 7 in position.
In position, OP 23.
OP 16 in position.
- Top-up, Guv.
- Thanks, Nathan.
ORP 2 in position.
OP 28 in position.
OPZ21 in position.
- OP 8 in position.
- Yes, OP 8 in position.
You still taking one sugar?
You should know by now.
OP 20 in position.
OP 1 in position.
That's all observation points checked in.
Good luck, everyone.
There's some coffee for you.
Thank you.
There's some fresh coffee, boss,
if you fancy it.
Oh, yeah, I'll come and get it.
Long night.
No shame in it.
I'll let you know what's happening.
Sir. Good evening.
- Good evening.
Please, follow me.
Who's that in the battle rattle?
- He's a commander in counter-terrorism.
Hope they're not chucking us out already?
We are being watched
from the very top, though.
And there's absolutely no guarantee
that this'll pan out.
Careful, boss. Might be you
winning keys to a panda car.
Wouldn't bloody mind right now.
Thank you.
I didn't really expect to catch him
on the first night, but, um...
But it would've been nice?
Yeah.
What's your plan today?
I'll get my head down
for a couple of hours, then I'll go in.
And tonight?
I'll go straight to the Control Room.
Two hours' sleep?
Even Maggie Thatcher had three.
I'll catch up at the weekend.
OK.
Bye, love.
He was out last night. Three burglaries.
On our plot?
Bloody close, boss.
The first two near Elmers End,
and then third one here
at the back of Bethlem Royal Hospital.
Burglaries, no contact with the victims?
How do we know it's Minstead?
Same tool marks, panes removed,
knick-knacks lined up outside.
And this last one's so near the plot.
I mean, it's 200 yards tops.
It's like he knew.
Don't give him credit. He's lucky.
Yeah, over and over again.
What you thinking, boss?
I'm thinking it's a shame we didn't have
the 150 bodies we wanted, isn't it?
What are the timings?
The first two, 2:40am and 2:50.
That's close together.
At the first location,
he failed to gain entry.
What about the third?
- 3:30.
Right.
So, if he's at the second location
for a minimum of ten minutes
it's taken him half an hour
to get down to there.
Well, he has to go through our plot.
Yeah, he's gotta be in a car, as well.
My money's on Morton Way, straight down.
We had a team on Morton Way.
They only saw a handful of cars.
Right, Adam, Neville,
get down to Morton Way
see if you can find any CCTV.
That could get tongues wagging locally,
especially if a link's made to the robberies.
Yeah. That's a good point, Cathy.
You need a cover story.
Say you're trying to ID a vehicle
that outran a high-speed pursuit.
Sounds good.
- After a hit-and-run.
Then they won't ask why uniforms
aren't dealing with it.
Sounds better.
- Mmm.
Up on the right.
St Joseph's Primary.
Could be a shot of the road over the hedge.
Yeah. Let's hope they don't
switch 'em off at night.
We've had paedophiles try
and photograph the kids before, so, uh...
I'd need the head's blessing.
Hang on. Do we look like paedophiles?
Don't answer that. This was the wee hours,
the kids were long gone.
Rules are rules, I'm afraid.
Give us the Head's number. We'll be
sure to say how helpful you've been.
It's just the camera
overlooking the street, you say?
Mmm. Midnight to 6am, please.
Mind me asking what this is about?
Hit-and-run. We lost a suspect
after a high-speed chase.
And you think they came down Morton Way?
- Mm-hm, that's right.
Funny, I live opposite
and I didn't hear a thing.
And I'm a light sleeper.
We really need to see that footage,
Mr Wilson.
3:05. That's exactly when we thought
he'd take his journey, isn't it?
And that's the only vehicle to go down
Morton Way in our timeframe.
That looks like a small
people carrier to me.
Yeah, maybe a Zafira?
Oh, what's his name, Andy Wooller
the vehicle expert.
He'll tell us.
Should be able to help with the numbers
in circulation too.
Shame we couldn't get a fucking reg.
And that's the only CCTV camera
in the street?
Yeah. The school aside,
Morton Way's all residential.
There's a couple of cameras
but they're all cheap systems trained on
front doors, nothing on the road.
Oh, c¢'mon, we likely know
what car he drives. That's huge.
We're not chasing shadows anymore.
She's stable, but she's not eating solids.
Still?
- Yeah.
They're very worried about
her weight and blood pressure.
I'm worried too.
- Yeah.
That loss of appetite, is that due to shock
or is that a symptom of something else?
The former.
As you know, she tested negative for rape,
but digital penetration did occur.
Far as I'm concerned, that is rape.
You speak to the daughter again?
This afternoon.
Any time you want me
to relieve you there, boss.
Oh, thanks, Patricia.
She wants to come over
but she's a single parent.
I think, logistically, it's tough.
Maybe financially, too.
Auckland to London can't be cheap.
- Yeah.
I'd love to help her
but we wouldn't get the funds, would we?
No, we wouldn't, not these days.
Definitely a Zafira,
not a doubt in my mind.
Looking at the Vauxhall paint chart,
it's either silver or grey.
Unfortunately, they're two of the most
popular colours...
and I'm confident from the roof line
and the window shape
it's a B-model Zafira.
That's got to narrow it down?
It gives us a circulation figure.
I wouldn't say "narrow".
Go on?
Forty-eight thousand?
- Phew!
- Nationwide?
Well, so we prioritise the ones
registered in South London.
No. Doesn't work like that.
What do you mean, guv?
I mean there's no correlation between
registration and current address.
I've been here before.
What, Bellfield?
Yeah.
But you got him.
Didn't get his poxy van though,
and the trying nearly killed us.
Isn't it possible that one bad experience
is blinding you to a good lead?
It's the lessons of history, Cathy.
I get that, I do, but we've got, what,
75-plus on surveillance?
Surely we can spare—-
- No, we can't spare anyone.
Not one body.
Less bodies means we either shrink the plot
or spread the teams.
Given that we missed him
by 200 yards last night
how does either of those
sound like a good idea?
You heard the man.
We can gather the Zafira number plates
as and when we see them locally,
but that's it.
We're not compromising an op we've worked
so hard to stage and finance, alright?
Good, thank you.
Thanks, Andy. Thanks, everyone.
Thank you.
You OK?
- Yeah.
Can you update Simon for me?
Yeah. Course, yeah.
You're a bit of a paradox, boss, aren't you?
- Eh?
A cautious man who puts
all his eggs in one basket.
I thought you made a
better case. Soft touch.
Maybe I'm demob happy.
Yeah, I thought you'd forgotten.
Oh, your SIO course?
Tomorrow.
- Two weeks?
For what it's worth,
I did try and postpone it
but the next one's not for months,
there's no guarantee—-
Forget it, Nathan, you've got to go.
You've got to go. Yeah.
Yeah, good luck.
I'll see you in two weeks.
Thanks, boss.
I've got a Diane Cole on the phone.
She says you promised to give her an update.
- Oh...
Do you want me to handle this?
No, can you put it through
to Simon's meeting room?
And walk with me.
You know we're losing Nathan
for a couple of weeks?
Yeah, I know.
- How'd you feel about filling in
as my deputy?
It's an attractive package.
Loads more responsibility,
NO increase in pay or rank
just a requirement to survive
on two hours' kip a night.
I thought you'd never ask.
You're a good bloke, New.
Hello, Diane? It's Colin Sutton.
- I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
- No, it's OK.
Have you seen Mum?
Yes, I have. She's still very weak,
but she seems more cheerful.
That's good.
Sorry, I'm just making my son
a hot drink before bed.
No problem.
Have you ever been to New Zealand?
I'm afraid not, no. I've seen
Lord of the Rings, if that counts.
It's not all as scenic as that, believe me.
So, um... she's in better spirits?
Yes, much better, yeah.
She's still not eating
which, after two weeks, is concerning.
Right, but she's on the drip, though?
- Yes, she is.
And the doctors are doing everything they
can but they are worried about malnutrition.
God...
Do you know why she won't eat?
She says she's just got no appetite.
It's the shock of it all.
She's so quiet on the phone. So frail.
It's not like Mum at all.
I think you should get over here
as soon as you can, Diane.
I know you said it's not that easy
from a childcare point of view...
No, [... I hear you.
I'll book a flight now.
Great.
I wish we could help you financially,
I really do.
That's OK. Don't worry.
Coming so close is disappointing, galling
there's no getting away from it.
At the same time,
it proves he's currently active
and we are right where we should be.
I'm certain we'll get a second chance,
but only if we stay sharp and focused.
Alright.
Neville's got your car keys, your maps
and your briefing notes. Good luck.
Thank you very much.
OP 32 in position.
OP39 in position.
Operator, which service do you require?
Police. He's breaking in!
I'm sorry, did you say police?
Yes. He's in my house.
What's your name and address, please?
Oh, he's in the kitchen...
I can get someone to you right away.
- Oh, my God, he's in the kitchen!
Give me your name and address.
— Sheila Walsh...
126 Menton Road, Lambeth.
Thank you, Sheila.
! want you to keep talking to me, OK?
- OK.
Is there an intruder in your home, Sheila?
Yes, he's downstairs!
And do you think it's someone known to you?
What?
No.
He's in the dining room.
How do you know
he's in the dining room, Sheila?
I never go in there.
The hinges squeak...
Sheila?
The police are on their way, OK?
Stay with me, Sheila,
! need you to tell me what's happening.
Ah...
I can't hear anyth...
Sheila?
He's coming upstairs.
Can you lock the door, Sheila?
No.
Is there somewhere you can hide, Sheila?
A cupboard or an en suite?
Sheila?
Sheila.
Sheila, what's happening?
— The police are coming! Police are coming!
The police are coming!
- Fuck you, bitch!
- Sheila?
The police are coming!
Sheila?
There he is!
Stop, stop, stop!
MP, MP, from Lima Oscar 31, active.
PC 1263 chasing suspect on foot.
We're monitoring a CAD from LX,
a foot-chase following a break-in
at the home of an elderly woman in Lambeth.
That's gotta be ten miles from the plot.
We're patching into the radio now.
East on Holden Avenue!
East on Holden Avenue!
East on Holden Avenue received.
Can you zoom in on the map?
Yep. Zooming in.
In rear alley off Holden Avenue!
Heading north!
Can't get a car in front of him.
He's avoiding the roads.
OK, looks like he's using the gardens
and the back alleys.
Gondor Road, Gondor Road! Heading west!
North through Barstock Road Estate!
North through Barstock Road Estate,
received.
Heading out the estate, into a park!
Received.
Creekside retail park.
We think there's a TFL camera adjacent
to the retail park.
Hooking up now.
Looks like he's checking out the van.
Fuck.
Suspect lost.
Creekside retail park.
You know, he disappeared for a year
after he featured on Crimewatch.
You don't know that's why he stopped.
It's a big coincidence though, isn't it?
He'll go to ground now.
A near-miss might have the opposite effect.
It might make him feel invincible.
Reckless.
Some offenders, maybe, but...
Not him.
You need some sleep.
Hmm?
I wonder if he sleeps.
Doesn't seem like he sleeps.
Course he sleeps.
That PC who chased him last night is 24.
He runs the marathon every year.
I'm talking under four hours.
It's not enough, not fast enough.
Who is this bloke?
He's been active for nearly two decades
so he's no spring chicken.
Thirty five, minimum
but nothing slows him down,
nothing breaks his stride.
He's driven by the weirdest
psycho-sexual urges imaginable
but he is in complete control
the whole time, of...
of himself, of his crimes, of his victims.
He's just a man, Colin.
A sad, sorry, messed-up excuse for a man.
Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
I am.
And you need some sleep.
Hm?
Get some sleep.
And if you got to Lewisham at 12:00
instead of 10:00
the world wouldn't come to an end.
Guv.
Diane's plane was delayed leaving Auckland.
What time's she getting in?
—-10:30 tonight.
Oh, dear.
I can be the welcome party?
Erm...
No, no, no, I wanna be there.
Thanks, Patricia.
I'll come fetch you.
- Oh, please, yeah.
No, I'm serious.
I'm starting to think he can't be nicked.
What? He's a fucking night duty burglar
who got lucky!
Seventeen years, that's not luck.
Boss.
— Morning, guv.
Morning.
Oh, Patricia was just after you.
Yeah, she got me. Thanks, Nev.
Ground crew are gonna get her
through passport control.
Oh, good.
This is Patricia.
What time was this?
Well, do you have any more information?
OK.
Thanks for letting me know.
What is it?
Patricia?
Oh, no...
An hour ago.
Less.
If they let her have the phone
in the hospital
you can speak to her
when you get home from school. OK?
Look, I've gotta go.
I love you. Bye.
Diane?
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Colin Sutton.
This is family liaison officer
Detective Constable Patricia Henry.
Can we go straight to the hospital?
Uh, yeah. Let's just step over here
for a moment, shall we?
Um, take a seat.
I'm afraid II've got some very bad news.
I'm afraid your mother died this evening.
I'm sorry.
I'm so very, very sorry.
This has taken everyone by surprise, Diane
including the doctors.
You remember that she'd stopped eating?
The effects of that on her general health
were profound.
Was... was she in pain?
Did she say anything?
I only spoke to the hospital briefly,
but my understanding is
she died peacefully in her sleep.
Are you any nearer to catching him?
I believe so, yeah.
When you do,
he'll go down for murder, right?
Because he basically killed her that night.
Uh, well, it's complicated.
How is it complicated?
Legally speaking, uh, it'll come down
to something called causation.
And what does that mean?
Well... uh, let's not get into that.
No. I-I want to go into it now.
Medically speaking, your mum died
because of a lack of food
"malnutrition” is what it'll say
on the death certificate.
When she was attacked,
she stopped eating.
There's your causation.
Diane...
— Are you telling me
that she wouldn't still be alive
if he hadn't done what he did?
No.
No, I'm not saying that.
I'm just saying,
be prepared for disappointment
because in the eyes of the law
that chain of events...
will struggle to meet
the legal definition of murder
or even manslaughter.
Malnutrition?
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.
Diane, when we catch this man...
and we will catch him...
that's the time to give him
your focus and attention.
The trial, the verdict, the sentencing,
that's what they're for.
But in the meantime,
you need to grieve for your mum
and in order to do that properly
you need to shut him out.
Save all that anger for down the line.
Try to make today about you and your mum
and no one else.
I know that's easier said than done.
No, you're right.
He doesn't deserve...
No, he doesn't.