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Here's Joe.
Joe, nice to see you.
Nice to see you. Good to see you.
- Commander, how are you? - How are you?
And that's why men like Joe are the future of British policing.
No pressure there then.
Keep back.
Do not come any...closer.
Listen, you've been told once.
I don't want to tell you again.
We need bold initiatives in partnership with the communities
to ensure good practice within a solid management framework.
Ultimately, this is about the effective delivery of
sanctions to the stakeholders.
The stakeholders?
Five years ago we simply called them criminals.
Excuse me, excuse me.
- Night. See you tomorrow. - Night, Mary.
Oh, my God.
I've got you, love. You're going to be all right.
PCSO Bousfield to control.
Receiving, over.
Receiving you, Mary. Go ahead.
Immediate assistant and an ambulance required
at the old board school off Commercial Street.
There you go, love.
Christ have mercy.
Fitz - coffee, no sugar.
- Two teabags, Skip. - Thanks.
Usual, McCormack.
Why can't people die at a decent time of day?
Got your own crappuccino there, Kent?
Right, what have we got?
All right, let's get suited and booted, boys.
All impressed with you in there.
Good money's on you making commander in three years.
That's very generous.
All part of the plan, Joe.
- Yes, sir. - No need to be formal.
It's what your father wanted.
He'd be proud.
We've got a dead woman in Whitechapel.
Probable domestic.
- No DI. Bit of a rough squad. - I'll take it.
You ready to head up your first murder?
- Absolutely. - Good lad.
Once you've ticked that box we can move you on,
get you out of the trenches and up to headquarters where you belong.
- I don't know what to say. - How about thank you?
Thank you, sir.
Excellent.
Commander Anderson's sending us a new DI.
Oh...good.
Cos we don't know what we're doing.
Another fast- tracker.
Oh. If I'd have known I'd have made vol- au- vents.
I'll tell the others.
Now that's a good look.
- DI Chandler. - DS Miles.
We'll get you suited up.
This way.
The victim's name was Cathy Lane.
43 years old. Mother of three. Separated from her partner.
She was found around 2am by a community support officer.
Cathy was still alive
then but by the time the emergency services got to her
she was dead.
- Who identified her? - We all did. Let's go.
Have you worked a murder scene before?
I'm not a virgin, you know.
I've had my fair share -
Oh, well, you'll be laughing then.
Streak of piss.
Hello, Ray.
We've got to stop meeting like this.
Oh, yeah. Wouldn't be the same without a dead body between us.
- Morning. - DI Chandler.
Can you see the cuts to her throat?
On the side here we have the first incision.
And there is a second cut, more decisive, right round.
This is a deep one.
Seems to go all the way through to the vertebrae.
You want to get a look at this?
No, I'm good.
There's not much blood.
Yeah I know, it doesn't look like much, does it.
I know what you're thinking, she was dumped
but you'd be wrong.
It's all here.
It's soaked into her clothing. She's sodden.
It's interesting; there's no struggle.
There's a bruise here and more on the other side
with small petechial haemorrhages around the eyes,
suggesting asphyxia.
I think she was strangled first and this is how he dropped her.
Just a snapshot based on obvious injuries.
Patience.
I want a detailed plan of the area.
Fitzgerald and McCormack are doing that.
Witnesses.
Mary Bousfield, community support officer. This way.
I saw a man with a long knife.
He was over 40. Dark coat.
About 5'10".
Posh but shabby.
- Had a funny hat. - Funny how?
Funny unusual.
- Had flaps. - Did you see his face?
I'm really sorry. I know police aren't supposed to cry.
I cry all the time, Mary.
You should see my mascara run.
Thanks.
Let'em get her off to hospital.
Cathy Lane was a battered woman.
She split from her partner six years ago.
But they're always arguing about money for the kids.
You see, he wouldn't pay while she was living with other men.
They'd have too much to drink, have huge rows.
We were constantly banging him up in the cells for the night.
Once he stuck a potato peeler in her head.
Bang, like that.
I always knew we'd find her dead one day.
Who is this guy?
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