Silent Witness (1996–…): Season 14, Episode 3 - Lost: Part 1 - full transcript

Bleakstone Moor, South Yorkshire

Took your time.

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.

Often up at six this morning.

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 this... time-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...

Silent Witness
Season 14 - Episode 03

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Sync by Marocas62

Lost
Part 1

I were just heading
over to your place.

Probably nowt, but I
thought you'd better know.

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.

She's perfect.

Completely...

utterly perfect.

Professor?

I'm sorry, I...

It's just that I've been
waiting for her all my life.

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.

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
know. I used to live there. I've seen them.

And...er... 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.

She's beautiful.

The central torso's
immaculately preserved.

Er...lost 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?

16, 17?

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 with...er...Hagrid.

- 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 for you.
- "Thank you, Moneypenny".

Some students are
starting to queue outside.

- Do you want me to let them in?
- Yes, please.

Who's it from?

Francis Mynall.

No wonder Francis
Mynall 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?

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,

about sex...

I'd like to thank all for coming.

Can I remind you the
non-disclosure forms

you've signed are legally binding?

Hello?

Francis.

Harry Cunningham.

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 20 years,

- fancy an early start.
- OK.

Not stepping on toes, am I?

- Family, kids to tuck in?
- No, no.

Lucky sod. Come on!

I'll introduce you to mine. I've
just picked him up at school.

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.

Right, so, 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.

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?

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

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.

14-gauge.

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?

- Charlie 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.

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?

Well, he kind of shot himself.

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, Harry. 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! You know.

- 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.

- 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.

Hiya.

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?

Kate...

Kate is asleep.

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.

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.

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?

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 voil?, 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.
- 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?

We're all set.

There's a large vertical incision
to the left-hand side of the chest.

Could you measure that for me, Zac?

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...

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.

you 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Heard you moved away.

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.

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?

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, and...

it 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.
- 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.

- 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?

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.

Right.

Yeah, that's why I
love this job. Variety.

Hello? It is.

Guardian? No.

Well...

yes, 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?

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.

I need some archived files...
the Karl Bentley case.

Sign here, love.

The prisoner's waiting, sir.

My name is, er, Professor Dalton.

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?

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.

Just...bones.

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 more...

monstrous,

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?!

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 about...remorse?

- How about guilt?
- No!

Love.

- Love?
- Is that so very hard to believe?

Everything I did,

I did for love.

- Hi, Nikki.
- We found a hypodermic needle

lodged in her left thigh.

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.

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?