"We used to make a difference, we saved lives, we fought." "That was the war, this is different." "Perhaps treat the killings like a code, keep at it till we break it?" "Gap in the pattern." "I missed one." "If this pattern was easy to find, you would've found it by now." "By listening to the wireless you can tell the police where to look for a murder victim?" "The railways." "That's how he's finding them." "If the killer is a guard or ticket inspector his schedule is connected to her journey." "He's invisible." "We must find Mary Lawrence." "'This girl you think we've missed...'" "How do we find her?" "He's working to a timetable." "The other variable - location." "I'm sorry, Mrs Gray, my men searched the area, there's nothing there." "If we get ahead of him, we can stop him before he kills again." "Oh, dear Christ." "God have mercy." "Anyone can make a mistake, Susan. 'She's dead." "We were too late.'" "'What did you think it would be like?" "'" "'I didn't think it would be so...' A life so cruelly cut short." "We must try to let her live in our memories..." "'Did you see the cigarette butts on the floor?" "' 'So what?" "'" "'It means he took his time, he stops for a smoke, for God's sake!" "'" "'More news on the oil price crisis later today..." "No arrest has yet been made in the case of Mary Lawrence whose death is linked to that of four other women." "Police are appealing for any witnesses to come forward." "Deputy Commissioner Wainwright of Scotland Yard said any information will be treated in strictest confidence." "Bacon rations...' How was it?" "Grim." "How are we getting on?" "It's down to seven suspects." "Did you check the engineering service?" "Right now." "They close the lines off in pairs." "You get schedule changes fortnightly." "I see." "That takes these two out straightaway." "And Peter Lakes." "He was in the mainline service before." "He was part of the crew that did alternative shifts in February." "And Oliver Cartwright." "He was part of the P19 shift." "I thought he was P6." "Only until..." "April 8th." "Good." "Right." "Three names and a week to go." "Running out of time." "We need to hand it over." "Mrs Gray?" "The Deputy Commissioner can see you now." "Hello again, Mrs Gray." "I believe you have some more information for us." "I've analysed the journeys the girl made and they connect to the 6:15 slow train from St Pancras to Barking." "The man you're looking for is a ticket inspector or a guard on that service." "Why a guard?" "Why not a passenger?" "Because he'd have to lure them off the train without a struggle." "It'd have to be someone they trust, someone in authority." "Um, come in!" "Mr Reynolds is here." "I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me." "Do tell DCI Compton everything you can." "So you were saying, er... guard or a ticket inspector." "Because of the journeys the girls made when they were abducted." "We've..." "I've worked out the schedules for all 87 guards who work there, to narrow it down." "There were engineering works." "Right." "They were chopping and changing staff schedules." "Guards were doing duties on other trains because their service was cancelled." "How does that relate to the murdered girls?" "We did have 38 possible solutions but adding in the altered rail services, it gave us a whole new set of variables, the number of suspects changed." "Why trains?" "Only one girl was found under a railway arch." "No, it's not to do with where they were found, it's to do with how he targets them." "The journeys the girls made when they were abducted is the only link between them." "Perhaps if I could have five minutes with..." "Mrs Gray, the Deputy Commissioner is very busy." "I'll pass your ideas onto him." "They're not just ideas." "You've got evidence?" "Yes, I've got evidence." "This is it." "Tommy Casterwell, Antony Cross, Gerald Wiggins... it's one of these three." "You've only got three days left." "We'll look into it." "Thanks again for your trouble." "Now, I really must get back to my men." "It was a disaster." "They did take the names?" "They didn't take it seriously." "It's not how they work." "They want evidence, not theory." "If we could just take them one name, not three..." "We have cross-correlated everything." "What if we did a factor analysis?" "How?" "Remember when the Germans kept shifting their code sequence?" "We look for incremental changes, we tracked changes to the pattern." "Doing a vector analysis on a crime scene is going to take forever." "I know, so we'd better crack on." "There must be something." "No vector variation, they're identical." "That shows he's done the same thing every time." "There must be something, even if it's small." "No anomalies." "Not even in the first one?" "First time you baked a cake, what happened?" "I don't bake cakes." "Mine fell." "They often do first off." "Everything comes with practice." "The first time is a mess." "The vectors are straight." "He's already good at this." "He's done it before." "We'd have heard." "If they were years ago?" "Not in London?" "I'll try the British Library regional newspapers section." "Come on, Lucy, I need you and your memory." "Good luck." "What are you doing?" "The police knock on doors, why shouldn't we?" "What?" "They won't be there, they've got their schedules." "We can go and talk to their wives, neighbours, get an idea of who these men are." "Come on." "How far have you got?" "Halfway through 1948 now but I'm only scanning the headlines." "You would've thought after the War people had had enough of killing each other." "19 murders here." "Any underground or strangled?" "Nothing like that." "Nothing that fits." "Oh." "Me neither." "Life insurance?" "In case your husband has an accident at work." "The policy would ensure your family was provided for." "What is your husband's occupation?" "Ticket inspector on the railways." "So if he got ill or..." "What kind of ill?" "He's got asthma now." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Does that affect his ability to work?" "I don't know how much longer he'll stick it, the smoke and fumes." "How serious is it?" "He can't lift, can't run." "Some days he can't pick the baby up, he's so puffed." "That doesn't mean you can't insure him, does it?" "Thank you." "Jean, I think I've got something." "Hereford Times, 4th November 1949." "Strangled." "They found her in a storm drain near the gas works." "Oh, good Lord." "I think I've found one, too." "Oh, no, we haven't missed a match in 15 years." "Every Tuesday and Thursday." "I go with him, you see, for support." "You should write that down." "Regional darts champion for the south-east." "That's wonderful." "I think that's all we need." "Oh." "Thank you." "Bye-bye." "Why are we leaving?" "Matches on Tuesdays and Thursdays." "Jane Hart went missing on 7th February, Patricia Harris - 28th." "Both Thursdays." "Just an hour till the last one gets off shift." "Another seven victims all over the country, strangled and hidden like the five in London." "How could the police miss that?" "They didn't." "These cases were solved." "The murderers were either hanged or went to jail." "James Lowell, caught in Hereford in 1949." "He kept clothing from the girl he killed." "Marco Giamcomi, convicted in Birmingham, 1950." "Dropped his wrist watch at the murder scene." "Terry Hudson's lighter was found under the seventh girl's body." "Maybe he's making it look like other people did it, placing false evidence at the crime scenes that point to someone else, like the wrist watch." "So one man has killed 12 girls." "All around the country, over and over, fooling the police, fooling everyone, getting away with it." "You think it's impossible." "I don't know." "I mean, look at all these cases." "If this was the work of one man, he'd have to plan three steps ahead of everyone else, every detail with military precision as if he were..." "As if he were what?" "As if he were deceiving the enemy." "What did that paper say about Terry Hudson and the ration coupons?" ""Upon searching Hudson's house in Derby Street police also discovered forged ration coupons they believe" "Hudson was selling on the black market." "Odd, no?" "Not really." "It said he was feeble-minded." "Yes." "They can't have it both ways." "Feeble-minded, impulsive enough to kill and running a coupon racket." "No, it doesn't fit." "Terry Hudson wasn't clever enough to be a forger." "Our killer is." "So... where would he have learnt to do that?" "There's someone we should talk to." "Jean McBrian." "My goodness." "Hasn't it been a long time?" "It certainly has." "This is Lucy Davies." "Would you like to come to my office?" "So what brings you to the Central Records Office anyway?" "I, er, I have a favour to ask." "Oh, yes?" "It's regarding our time during the War." "What kind of favour?" "Lucy was at Bletchley, she understands these things." "Ah." "What kind of things exactly?" "Keeping things... secret." "Oh, of course." "Angela, when I was at Special Operations Executive, there were rumours." "Mm-hm." "What kind of rumours?" "A special department within Electra House handling misinformation and deception and the rumour was you worked for them." "I'm afraid you've got that quite wrong." "No, I was general clerical." "Weren't we all, dear?" "Mm-hm." "I wouldn't ask, except it's important." "Well, Jean, I'd love to help you, you know that, but I was only at Electra briefly." "They sent me here just after you went to Bletchley." "My mistake." "This is it, Gerald Wiggins, flat 22, fifth floor." "Hello?" "What are you doing?" "There's no-one here." "Two clocks." "This isn't what we're supposed to be doing." "This is not normal." "Come on." "I..." "Oh!" "Who are you?" "What are you doing in Gerald's flat?" "I'm so, so sorry." "We were looking for Mr Wiggins." "He's back from work in a minute." " How did you get in?" " The door was open." "Oh, that was me." "I came in to give Patrick his seeds, but I'd left them." "I feed him while Gerald's out." "I'm sorry if I was a bit brusque there, but you caught me by surprise." "What was it you wanted with Gerald?" "Oh, we're offering life insurance." "Gerald don't know what to do with that." "What do you mean?" "Well, he's not all there." "He got a head wound in the War." "Still got shrapnel in there." "So, well, he's a bit simple now." "I help him out on and off." "Things he can't manage." "But he still goes to work?" "Oh, yes, and the timetables, dates, numbers, anything like that he comes alive." "That's what he loves." "It's the rest of life he has trouble with." "We've always said he's working to a timetable." "He loves them." "But she knew him so well." "Maybe he's not as harmless as she thinks." "We've got it all wrong." "Thank you." "Let's talk inside." "Seven other girls?" "All around the country." "He chooses a scapegoat, makes the evidence point to them." "He orchestrates the whole thing." "Then it can't be Wiggins." "He can hardly plan for himself." "This man plans everything." "Gerald Wiggins is the one who will hang for this." "He's the one they'll pin it on." "Ah, Mrs Gray." "I'm pleased you're here." "I have good news." "We made an arrest this afternoon, and it's thanks to you." "What?" "Those names you gave our DCI, it took a while to follow them up, but it's good we did." "We found items from the girls hidden in a locker of a ticket inspector," "Gerald Wiggins." "Oh, no." "What's wrong?" "It's not him." "I beg your pardon?" "Well..." "I was wrong, it's not Gerald Wiggins." "Mrs Gray, you've been an enormous help but it's over now." "We've got him." "No." "I'm not making the arrest public until I have a full confession." "No, you must." "If he hears it on the radio, he won't take anyone else." "Please." "Excuse me." "Thanks again." "What you did helped us immensely." "He'll be on the 6:15 tonight?" "Yes, and now they've got Wiggins there'll be no-one to catch him." "There must be something we can do." "We know he'll be on that train, we know he's looking for someone, we know what kind of girl he's looking for, what she wears." "Yes?" "What if we..." "Give him what he's looking for?" "What are you suggesting?" "She means be bait." "Put on the right clothes, right lipstick, make-up, get on the train, try to catch his eye." "No." "You'd be putting yourself in his path." "You're bright but that is downright idiotic." "You were backroom girls." "Jean, we were backroom girls." "We never had to make this kind of choice." "What kind of choice is that?" "Whether to put yourself at risk to save someone else, even if you're not good at it, scared, but you know it's the right, the only thing to do." "In the War, people did that every day." "This is extremely dangerous." "I'll be careful." "It won't work, you're tall and confident." "He's picking on younger girls." "It's me, isn't it?" "It has to be me." "Here, let me." "There." "Keep it, you might need to touch it up later." "I'll be in the next compartment." "I'll be watching." "Millie and Jean will be at Harringay Park and Blackhorse Road." "If nothing happens by then, we'll call it off." "Where did you get this stuff?" "Oh, ask me no questions." "There." "How is it?" "You look..." "Yes, you're going to be fine." "Wedding ring." "Oh." "And..." "Oh, my God." "Oh, God, that smell, it was in the cellar." "I recognised it when we were down there." "It's French." "Charme D'or." "You used to be able to get it in the War." "You most certainly did not." "You did if you knew who to ask." "Where did you get it?" "I know someone." "I recommend people to him, he gives me a cut of what he sells." "It helps pay the bills." "I thought it would add to the effect." "We don't all have Timothy's career to support us." "This is how he gets them off the trains." "We thought he was an authority figure, wearing a uniform but he's not a guard." "They go with him because he has something they want." "Perfume, nylons, anything you can only get on the sly." "You think they went with him for a pair of stockings?" "We wouldn't, but they've done it before." "That's how they got those things, by taking that risk." "That's who we're looking for." "Hm." "We'll be right there, remember." "It's going to be fine." "One more thing..." "I haven't loaded it yet." "I don't think that's necessary." "I do." "When I was travelling alone, this was the best companion." "I don't know how." "It's easy, point and pull the trigger." "You need to get him off the train, so pretend you're interested." "The moment you're on the platform, try to slow him down." "I'll be behind you, Millie and Jean will be in front." "Scream blue murder and get the guards on him." "How do you feel?" "Fine." "Scared." "Thank you." "Ticket, sir?" "Hello." "You look nice." "Going out somewhere?" "Just to see my friend." "Boyfriend?" "None of your business, is it?" "I don't know." "Could be." "Girlfriend, actually." "So you don't have a boyfriend?" "Not right now." "That's a crying shame." "A pretty thing like you." "Fancy going for a little walk?" "What, with you?" "Yeah, with me." "I'll make it worth your while, if you like." "All right." "Come on, then." "No, not that way." "This way." "Move!" "For goodness sake, be careful!" "What's this?" "Freight van, and it's all ours." "She's not here." "Well, what do I do?" "!" "Call the police, now!" "Come on." "Do you like my perfume?" "I like your tits." "Do you know where I could get some more of it?" "Stop playing hard to get." "I'm sorry, I think there's been a mistake, I'm not interested." "I'll soon have you interested." "Get off!" "My friend's on a train and I think she's being attacked." "Oh." "No!" "No!" "Shut up!" "In two minutes." "Lucy!" "Lucy!" "Argh!" "Shit!" "You've broken my nose, you silly bitch!" "My God!" "Lucy!" "What happened?" "!" "Are you all right, miss?" "It wasn't him." "It was just some clerk looking for a good time." "Make way, coming through." "It's OK." "It's OK." "What time do you call this?" "I'm sorry." "It's my fault, I really do apologise." "We lost track of time." "I'm sure you're in a hurry to get going." "We won't keep you." "Bye, darling." "Get to bed." "Sorry to keep you so late." "See you soon." "Good night." "If I asked you what the hell was going on, would you tell me the truth?" "You were on a train to Barking." "What's in Barking?" "Nothing." "I was..." "It's..." "I don't believe you." "For the first time," "I don't believe you." "So you lost track of time?" "What are you doing losing track of time?" "Nothing." "Who are you doing nothing with?" "Millie." "It was your snooker night." "Liar." "Harry, please..." "Jean." "Angela." "I don't have time for "Hello" and "How are you?"" "I need to know right now who was in charge of your department?" "I told you before, I was in clerical." "You'll have to take a deep breath and tell me what I need to know." "If you don't, word might get out about that side line you had going." "What on earth are you talking about?" "Trading ration coupons." "Did you think I didn't know about that?" "For heaven's sake." "It's funny how that still carries weight." "People still care." "If you fiddled rations during the War, what might you fiddle now, eh?" "Who did you work for at Electra House?" "Jean." "Before Bletchley, I was at SOA." "Francis Cavendish headed a team there dealing with misinformation and deception." "At Electra House." "He trained people to fool the German High Command and get away with it, just like our killer's fooling the police." "They did a lot of forgery there" " Bank notes, ration books... just like they found in the innocent men's houses." "Cavendish is retired now." "That's his address." "I don't know, Jean." "Should we carry on?" "Maybe we were foolish to put Lucy on that train." "But you saw her face, how terrified she was." "How can we let other girls go through something 1,000 times worse when we've a chance of stopping it?" "Mr Cavendish?" "Yes." "My name's Susan Gray." "Could I talk to you?" "My time isn't my own this morning, Mrs Gray." "I was given your name by Angela Barker." "You worked together during the War." "I'm not at liberty to talk about anything relating to that period." "You signed the Official Secrets Act." "So did I. I was at Bletchley Park." "Then you should know better." "You've heard about these women that have been killed?" "It would be hard to live in London and not hear about it." "Why?" "The murderer is placing evidence for the police to find." "It's a trail that leads to an innocent man." "That sounds very unusual." "I think the man responsible might have worked for you." "What you're saying is both insulting and upsetting." "As you were one of Alan's girls, I'll extend to you a courtesy" "I normally wouldn't." "That department doesn't exist any more." "During the War it did." "None of my men would do what you suggest." "Kill five girls?" "12." "What?" "He's done it before, he's killed 12 women." "The police think they have their man." "My friends and I alone believe, who know they are wrong." "12 girls, you say?" "How have you got this far?" "By doing what we did at Bletchley, treating the crimes like a code, applied pattern analysis to all the facts we could gather." "That's very clever, but it won't give you the full picture." "You need to understand his psychology, what drives him, what makes him tick, try and get inside his head." "That was my speciality." "How do I do that?" "What do you know about him?" "Well, nothing now." "You know what he does to his victims." "He lures them off trains with trust, gets them alone, kills them." "Lots of people kill." "What does he do specifically?" "Er..." "He takes them somewhere dark, underground." "It's strange, they're such pretty girls yet he wants them in the dark." "Go on." "He strangles them, waits till they're dead then rapes them." "What else does he do?" "Tell me." "They wear perfume." "He puts them in cellars, Anderson shelters, confined spaces." "The smell of it becomes almost unbearable." "You know who he is, don't you?" "What I'm going to tell you goes no further." "It's entirely confidential." "Mm-hm." "But if there have been 12 deaths, I must tell you." "There was a man, he worked for me." "Good at his job." "Very clever, very careful, and then a bomb hit the building where he was working and everyone was killed." "We thought..." "But he wasn't dead." "He was buried in the rubble under a stairwell." "He survived, you see, for three days in the dark until they dug him out," "and there was a girl in there, too." "But she was dead." "They were trapped." "For three days?" "We sent him to a psychiatrist, because he was..." "different afterwards." "Still good at his job, almost too good, but different." "I often feared what might have happened down there, but the psychiatrist said he was fit to work, so..." "Where is he now?" "There was a fire." "We found his body." "His cygnet ring, his keys." "No face, of course." "I chose not to pursue it, not to question it." "I was almost relieved when I heard." "I'll let you have all the paperwork I've got on him." "There's not much, I'm afraid." "There's been some sort of accident." "Hello." "Harry." "The doctor's seen her, nothing's broken, but the bruising's pretty bad." "She can stay here for now." "'This is 1 o'clock." "This is Alvar Lidell." "Police have arrested a man and charged him with murdering five women in London." "Gerald Wiggins, a ticket inspector, was apprehended at home yesterday." "Inspector Lawley of Scotland Yard said that Wiggins appears to be mentally frail." "Police believe they've found evidence linking him to the women." "The petrol and fuel oil shortages at home may be worsening...'" "That's it, isn't it?" "He's gone." "Lucy, I'm so sorry." "It's not your fault." "Did he take anyone from the train?" "Not that we know of." "No-one's been reported missing." "The police must have scared him off." "That's something." "A lot." "That's a life you saved." "But he's still out there." "We still don't know who he is." "I do know who he is, actually." "He's Malcolm Crowley." "You got a name from Cavendish?" "Who's Cavendish?" "He headed up a classified department during the War." "He trained Crowley." "Jean found him." "So we have a name and whatever else is in there." "Bloody hell." "How's your friend?" "Recovering." "What happened to her?" "Harry beat her." "It's not the first time." "Good God." "Er, Lucy's the little one?" "Yes." "Her husband did that to her?" "It happens." "Does this have something to do with the other day?" "Yes." "But you don't want to talk to me about it?" "I can't." "All right." "I..." "I understand." "You do." "She's your friend." "Whatever you were trying to do for her, get her away from him, to Barking, whatever," "even if it didn't work that was a good thing for a friend to do." "Timothy..." "No, no, I understand." "I didn't before." "Well..." "I do now." "Do you?" "I was hoping to see her." "Yes, well, you must." "You will be back in time for..." "Yes, of course." "He was in the rubble for three days." "With her body, yes." "Jesus!" "Who was the psychiatrist they sent him to?" "Dr Tremaine at Meredith." "We should see if he remembers Crowley, what happened to him." "Meredith's not far." "Why don't you go?" "Are you sure?" "Don't worry, I'll look after her." "Can I help you?" "I'm looking for a Dr Tremaine." "I'm afraid Dr Tremaine no longer works here." "The hospital's being shut down, I'm sorry." "Sorry, Mr..." "Croft." "Andrew Croft." "Mr Croft, I'm Susan Gray." "I'm trying to trace one of his patients from the War." "Are they any records, addresses, anything?" "What name was it?" "Malcolm Crowley." "I think you'd better come inside, Mrs Gray." "When we started, it was strangers in the newspapers." "Every step we get closer to Crowley, he's closer to us." "Whatever is on your mind, you can tell me." "'All you have is conjecture, imagination, theories that are disrupting proper police work.'" "I think he's very dangerous." "'This has to stop, you know.'" "Whatever this is." "You're not working for anyone, are you?" "You did this all on your own." "What about your children?" "Among the shades of the recent dead she came." "Is something wrong?"