Place of Execution (2008): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
One afternoon, 13-year-old Alison
Carter walked out of her home
and simply disappeared.
It's time to Tell Mum her
baby's not coming home.
We're gonna charge you with murder.
You're trying to frame me. Your necks are
on the line. You're making up this rubbish!
You worked in Vice. Did you
have access to child pornography?
Fair hearing or cover-up?
Don't die, George. Please.
The judge is Fletcher Sampson. When
he sees those photos you WILL hang.
- Please tell me where she is!
- I didn't kill her.
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I saw her go down the
path, the dog at her heels.
She looked back once, then she went.
I never saw her again.
Thank you.
So why do you do your
job, then, Catherine?
Because I think there are
stories that need to be told.
Alison's story's already been told.
Has it, though? What do you mean?
She was never found.
That lost girl.
Anyway, I don't like secrets.
So you ferret 'em out.
Go on, then. Ask me a question.
Is it possible...? Is it conceivable...
..that the evidence
could have been falsified
to get a conviction on Hawkin?
Could George have
faked those photographs?
Well, I can't believe it, Catherine.
Inspector Bennett, please.
How many missing child cases
have you done, Inspector?
This is my first. Oh, your first.
Tell me, how often were you
alone in the Manor House?
Hardly at all. Hardly at all? Or never?
There were probably a few occasions.
Were you alone in Alison's bedroom?
Yes. How long for?
I don't know.
Half, three-quarters
of an hour? Why so long?
I wanted to get a sense of her.
Were you alone in Mr Hawkin's darkroom?
Yes. How long for?
15-20 minutes? I was waiting to see if
my sergeant could find a key to the safe.
And you didn't help him? I
didn't want to leave the darkroom.
Who did in fact find the key?
I did.
So it was in the darkroom all the time?
Yes.
What are your hobbies?
Highsmith asks Bennett
about his background.
What do you mean? I'll read it.
"Highsmith: What are your hobbies?
Bennett: I play
cricket, go fell-walking.
Highsmith: Haven't you missed one out?"
Weren't you secretary to
your school camera club,
and treasurer of the Manchester
University Photographic Society?
Yes.
So isn't photography
a hobby? I suppose so.
In fact, you know how to take
photos, develop and print them.
Yes.
Then he asks if Hawkin's
photos could've been faked.
What did he say?
Technically, yes,
but it's extreemely...
Do you know how to fake
photographs yourself, Inspector?
Objection, My Lord.
This is insinuation.
The defence is maligning a
police officer without evidence.
Sustained. Please
disregard the question.
And then Sampson goes on to order
the jury to disregard the question.
Most judges support the police.
Yeah, but the issue was raised.
Then buried.
What kind of camera was
used to take these photos?
Well, it have to be a
portrait camera. A Bronica.
Or a Rolleiflex. Do you
possess such a camera?
- My Lord! Here we go again.
- Sustained.
Catherine must have learned that
the photos could have been faked.
That George might
have been responsible.
And that's why she's chasing him.
But we cannot prove anything because
the evidence has gone up in flames.
We can pose the question, though.
Do you believe my client is guilty?
I believe what the evidence tell me.
But isn't there an
alternative explanation
for every single piece of evidence?
Not one that makes sense.
Doesn't your obsession with
Alison Carter make sense of them?
- What do you mean?
- Were you obsessed with Alison Carter?
There's your motive
for murder there, sir.
What do you see when
you look at her? George.
I was obsessed with finding her.
But you didn't! You're
an ambitious policeman
with the eyes of the country on you.
You couldn't afford to fail.
So you had to find someone to blame.
You're right. I didn't find her.
Instead I found evidence
of her rape and her murder,
and that led me to Philip Hawkin.
I have no further questions.
Re-cut the film. Get a
camera crew over to Morton.
Get an interview with
Bennett. Push him.
Challenge him on these questions.
OK, but what about Catherine?
Let me worry about Catherine.
So what are you gonna do?
Go back to Scardale,
talk to the villagers.
Nah, they'll not talk to you.
Why not?
Because they love
George. They trust him.
- That's why you're coming with me.
- 'Ey?
Well, they trust George...
they trust you too.
I'm not going anywhere. Why
don't you leave it alone?
Sorry.
Keith, hi.
'Catherine, you're off the film.'
What? 'You lied to me.'
- Keith what you talking about? You can't do that!
- 'Yes, I can.'
- Keith, listen...
- 'I've listened more than I should.'
- Just give me one more day.
- 'You've had all your time.
Bye, Catherine.'
What is it, Mum?
I've just been fired.
My heart bleeds.
You don't get it, do you?!
The film will still be made but by
people who don't give a damn about George!
And believe me, destroying George will
make much better TV than praising him.
Were you obsessed with Alison Carter?
No, you cannot film Mr Bennett.
Dr Panaseer, I'm here because he is
being accused of some really serious stuff
and I want to let him
put his side of the story.
I'm here because George
Bennett is seriously ill.
The only story I care about
is whether he lives or dies.
Margaret.
Margaret Bennett?
Remember me? Nicola Curry.
I heard what happened
to George. I'm so sorry.
Keith Slocombe sent me to see if there's
anything we could do for you or George.
- Yes. Stay away.
- I understand. Really.
It's just that um...
Well...
I hate to say this but Catherine
Heathcote is on something of a tear.
- What do you mean?
- She claims she has some disturbing information about George.
What information?
That he may have doctored
evidence in the Alison Carter case.
Not George! How can you even think -
I don't. It's what people will think.
That's why it's important
I speak to George.
Speak? He can hardly breathe.
OK, well perhaps you
could speak for him.
You know, put his side of events.
I've got a crew here.
We could do it now.
Catherine wouldn't
give you this chance.
You little shit!
You're not fit to clean her shoes.
Now just leave us alone!
Did you get that?
They don't like you,
do they, Mr Hawkin?
How could they? All the things
I'm supposed to have done.
What was your relationship with the
village like before Alison disappeared?
They disliked me then too.
I'd taken one of their own.
Ruth Carter.
Why did you marry her?
She was the most beautiful
woman I'd ever seen.
- I loved her.
- What about her daughter Alison?
It was difficult sometimes.
But I tried to be a good father.
I really did.
- You're trembling, Margaret.
- You shouldn't talk.
What's wrong?
They're here still, the film people.
That researcher woman.
I'm afraid I threw my tea at her!
Waste of a good cuppa.
Hospital tea!
They want to film me again, don't they?
They say they have new information.
As if that'll make any difference.
Difference to what?
To what I've done.
Why are we
here, ladies and gentlemen?
Why is my client on trial?
For one reason only.
The zeal of Detective
Inspector George Bennett.
He wove a web, a brilliant
web, of circumstantial evidence.
And with it he snared an innocent man.
In fact, he succeeded in everything.
Except the one thing
he really should have.
He didn't find Alison Carter.
Shame!
Silence!
Or I'll clear the court.
Now, from the bottom of my heart,
I pray that Alison is alive.
Indeed, for all any of us
know she could still be.
She could walk back in here and
tell us exactly what happened.
She would point at him and she
would say, "He didn't do it!"
Circumstantial evidence...
what does that mean?
That it's ambiguous, that
it doesn't prove its point.
What's ambiguous about
these photographs?
What point don't they prove?
It's child rape. Worse, it's
rape memorialised, made permanent.
These pictures show
what he was capable of.
Next to them, the act of
murder seems almost kind.
At least it brought that little
girl's long sufferings to an end.
But don't be kind to Philip Hawkin.
You've seen what he did to innocents.
Find him guilty.
The jury's been out two hours already.
It's a murder trial, George.
They won't decide in a second.
Plus there's that "George
Bennett bent copper" stuff.
Come on, lad. They put that to bed.
I wish I'd fitted him up.
Made sure the damn case was watertight.
So tell me, did you never
have any doubts about George?
I don't know.
The jury's coming back.
Members of the jury, are
you agreed upon your verdict?
We are.
And how say you on Count One...
the charge of rape?
- Guilty.
- Charge Two...
the charge of murder?
Guilty.
Silence in court!
Disquiet surrounded many
aspects of this case.
Not only was there no body,
but a tide of public protest was
rising against capital punishment.
The prosecution demanded that
Hawkin face the ultimate penalty
for the crime of which he was accused...
death.
But that decision would not
ultimately lie with the jury.
It would fall to the
notorious Lord Fletcher Sampson
to preside over the punishment.
Philip Hawkin.
Have you anything to say
before sentence is passed?
Yes.
I didn't kill her.
Philip Hawkin, jury has found that you
raped your step-daughter Alison Carter
a girl of 13.
And that you subsequently murdered her.
That you used a gun in the
commission of this crime,
permits me to pronounce a
sentence the law allows...
..and that justice requires.
Philip Hawkin, you shall be taken
to the place from whence you came.
From thence to a place of execution...
..and there you shall be hanged
by the neck until you be dead.
Afterwards your body will be
buried in a common grave...
..within the precincts of the prison.
And may the Lord have
mercy upon your soul.
Why did you leave so
soon after the verdict?
- Who said I did?
- George.
George told me.
Hearing a man was going to hang
was hardly a cause for celebration.
Satisfied, Inspector Bennett?
What is it, Tommy?
Why did he have to hang, Catherine?
"I have nothing left
to lose but my life.
So there's no reason
for me to lie now."
Ruth showed me
the letter he wrote.
He was still claiming he was innocent.
Stand up.
"Believe me, when I write, I have
no idea what happened to Alison.
I should not hang for
something I have not done.
But my fate is sealed because
other people have lied.
My death is on their conscience."
So, at eight o'clock in the
morning on the 14th April 1964,
the story of Alison
Carter came to an end.
And justice was done.
OK, what else have you got?
Why do you want to do this?
Kathy Lomas and her son Charlie are the
only people still alive from that time.
But they've always
refused to speak to me.
But I'm hoping that
with you here maybe...
To ask what?
See if they'll shed some light
on what's going on with George.
What really happened?
When were you last here, Tommy?
More than 40 years.
What the hell's going on here?
I think that's Charlie Lomas.
Stay in the car, Sash.
Just pass me my camera.
Hello, Charlie. My name
is Catherine Heathcote.
You're not welcome here.
You've done enough damage.
What damage, Charlie?
Think we don't know about George
being in hospital, close to dying?
- Get out before you get hurt.
- Who do you think you're threatening?
- Who the hell are you?
- Don't you recognise me, Charlie?
Hello, Charlie. Sit down,
you're not going anywhere!
- Tommy Clough.
- That's right.
Mum. Where have you been?
I've been about. But now I'm
back and I want to talk to you.
We've done too much talking.
Especially to her. Mum!
So get back in the car and go!
I'm here to help George.
- Mum, let's go!
- I'm here to help him.
Mum!
Mum, let's go!
Right.
Why don't you run a bath and then
we'll get ourselves something to eat?
OK?
I'm sorry about today. I'm
sorry about everything, actually.
Which? Two different things.
Well, I'm sorry about everything.
And today.
I've taken you to places
you shouldn't have gone.
And showed you things
you shouldn't have seen.
And haven't taken you into account.
And I'm really sorry.
But I wish I'd got my camera out.
Why?
Cos if I'd had my camera out
they might not have attacked us.
My camera's my shield.
Lets me look without being seen.
I always saw you.
I don't think you ever saw me.
Sash.
I do now, darling.
When this is all over I'm
going to take a long break.
You'll stop work?
Well...yeah.
They've taken the film
away from me anyway so...
So why are you still doing it?
Because when I got out of the car...
..I saw shutters open
at the Manor House.
And anyway, the violence
was telling me something.
What?
They've got something to hide.
The story of Alison's
disappearance transfixed the nation.
It made a hero of the
policeman who solved the crime
and it sent the supposed culprit
Philip Hawkin to his death by hanging.
But sensational new evidence now throws
the entire police investigation into doubt.
Did they hang an innocent man?
- Tommy.
- Five minutes, all right?
Settle down. Settle yourself.
Mum, please. Do this. It's only a
day. In fact, half a day, really.
'I suppose I'll have to come by rail.'
Yeah. I'll book your
train ticket for you.
I'll have a taxi meet
you at the station.
'OK, OK, if it's that
important.' Thanks.
'But please, not before eight.'
Thanks very much.
I'll um... I'll call you
later with the details.
- All right? Bye.
- 'All right.'
Tommy. How was George?
He didn't wake up.
I may have to go out in the
morning for a short while.
Would you mind keeping an eye
on Sasha for an hour or two?
What are you up to, Catherine?
I don't know...really.
It's like an itch I can't...scratch.
Catherine.
Be careful.
Me and George used to come in here.
So...where's your mother
gone to, then, Sasha?
Just out for a couple of hours.
At least that's what her note said.
Did it say where she'd gone?
Oh, come on, Sasha. What's she up to?
Mum said that she saw the shutters
of the Manor House open yesterday.
I knew she was hiding something.
She's a piece of work.
She's not in trouble, is she?
Well, if she is I'm
sure she can handle it.
When's your gran coming?
- Any minute now.
- Good, cos I ...
- What's this?
- Just some stuff I did when I was a kid.
- You did this?
- That's what Gran said.
And who's CD?
I don't know.
Mum's maiden name was Duggan.
Catherine Duggan?
Shit.
What the hell are you doing here?
Kathy?
Kathy Lomas? I'm Catherine Heathcote.
- You remember me?!
- Yes, I know who you are.
Charlie said you were here
yesterday. What do you want?
I've got questions I
need answers to, Kathy.
- Can I come in?
- No, no, you can't.
The owner doesn't like visitors.
Say what you've got to say then go.
We need your help. George Bennett
is about to get torn to pieces.
If you have anything
to tell me say it now.
What's it got to do with us?
George Bennett had a good ride
out of his success at Scardale.
He'll have to take the
rough with the smooth.
- Even if it kills him?
- You started this.
You didn't have to make this film.
George didn't have to be part of it.
You've only got yourselves to blame.
You go and you leave us in peace.
You won't be left in peace very long.
Well, then, we'll deal with it.
We've dealt with everything else.
Yes.
Thanks for talking to me.
I'm sorry George was taken ill.
Seemed like he was fine.
You've seen him?
He was here.
He was here five days ago. Wasn't he?
Wasn't he? That's when he called
me. That's when he pulled out.
- Get out! - What did he find
here? What did he find here?
- Go away!
- What have you done, Kathy?
- All of you! What have you done?!
- Get out!
I'm coming in!
Get out of the house!
No, you can't come
in! You're not allowed!
Get out!
Alison!
I'll tell you what happened.
I'll say it only once.
My mother decided I had to leave
- it was my only way out.
Ma Lomas planned it all.
Right... 'She bled me.'
Brave girl.
Bled you?
Me, my mother, Kathy.
We knew we needed a lot of blood.
Why so much?
Anything less and the police might
have thought I was still alive.
And... And the gun?
I stole it. From Colonel Carey's
house. I worked there as a cleaner.
We all played our part.
Dan fired the bullet for the
police to find in the mine.
And Ruth hid the gun in Hawkin's study.
So...the police followed your trail?
Yeah, I went to the
woods with my dog Shep.
I tied him up and I
walked out on my own life.
That was it. I was driven away.
I never saw my mother again.
- Where did you go?
- I went to my Aunt Nancy's.
She was about to move
from Manchester to Canada
and I went as their daughter Janis.
That's where Janis
Crowther has been until now.
Why?
Why do THIS to Hawkin?
- Because he destroyed my life.
- Can you prove that?
- The police proved it.
- They proved you were dead.
But here you are.
They hanged a man for killing you.
But here you are. So YOU prove it.
Take a look at the
photos. They prove it.
I can't. They're burned.
Was that part of your plan?
That was Charlie.
When we heard you were
making a film we were worried.
We thought they might go
back, test the evidence. DNA.
- So you WERE worried about the photos?
- No.
No, they were real.
I remember every...
click of the camera.
Every flash.
I remember the weight
of him, the smell of him.
Can you prove it?
I mean, you've lied
about everything else.
Can you prove it?
Follow me.
But...
But this isn't proof.
THIS is.
Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Who are they?
The children of Scardale.
He had us all.
There was one girl we didn't know.
Catherine!
He would have waited
till Mum and I were out.
Catherine!
Smile.
Catherine!
Please!
Please...please.
Please. Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry, Tommy.
I just...didn't remember.
Just blanked it out.
And I've spent my whole
life hiding behind a camera.
Do you think your mother knew?
I don't know.
Maybe.
There's your proof.
The negatives are inside. George
Bennett didn't fake a thing.
No, he did worse.
We hung a man for a crime
that he didn't commit.
He committed worse
crimes. Countless times.
Worse than murder?
Why didn't you just say something
to police or Social Services?
If they'd said anything those kids
would have been taken into care
and their parents blamed. Hawkin
would have emptied the village!
You have what you need.
Go away and leave us alone.
It is not as simple as that.
You conspired to commit murder.
What are we supposed to do
with that knowledge, me and her?
And what about George?
I's an honorable man. What's
he gonna do when he finds out?
He already has, hasn't he?
It was an accident. I just
got here. I was outside.
Excuse me.
He knew me instantly.
I couldn't speak. I'd been
so careful for so long.
And what did he do?
He didn't say a word.
He just walked away.
You do what you gotta
do, what you need to do.
I've been hiding all my
life. It's time to stop.
It's not just you,
Alison. What about us?
Our kids and their kids?
We all knew the risk.
Catherine...
he would never have stopped.
Never have been caught.
I feel just like Alison.
Walking out of my own life.
Maybe into a better one.
Sasha doesn't know, does she?
I think she might have worked it out.
Unlike me.
Are you going to talk to George?
I think that it would be
better if you talked to him, eh?
Thank you, Tommy.
I told you not to go digging!
But I did.
Let's go home.
Catherine.
You said we couldn't
meet in the office.
I thought I'd save
you the embarrassment.
After all, I have been fired.
You gave me no choice.
Well, I'm giving you one now.
George Bennett didn't fake
the Alison Carter photos.
Jesus.
Who are they?
The children of Scardale.
You can have the negatives
analysed, if you like.
We'll reinstate the film.
And if you want to include
this new material you can.
What is this?
Open it.
Her name is Catherine Duggan.
Who?
It's me.
Catherine, I'm so sorry.
I have to ask... where
did you find these?
From Alison Carter.
Sorry?
From Alison Carter.
She's alive?
You saw her? You actually spoke to her?
Incredible!
Can we talk to her? We've
got to get her on film.
I think this story
might be over, Keith.
Why are you giving me these
if you want me to bury it?
Whatever happened to
Catherine Heathcote...
renowned...seeker of the truth?
Don't you think this
might just be a case
where truth and justice
are not the same thing?
This is going to have
to be your choice, Keith.
I'm putting myself...all of us...
..in your hands.
Cardiology. Can I help you?
Who am I speaking to, please?
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Carter walked out of her home
and simply disappeared.
It's time to Tell Mum her
baby's not coming home.
We're gonna charge you with murder.
You're trying to frame me. Your necks are
on the line. You're making up this rubbish!
You worked in Vice. Did you
have access to child pornography?
Fair hearing or cover-up?
Don't die, George. Please.
The judge is Fletcher Sampson. When
he sees those photos you WILL hang.
- Please tell me where she is!
- I didn't kill her.
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I saw her go down the
path, the dog at her heels.
She looked back once, then she went.
I never saw her again.
Thank you.
So why do you do your
job, then, Catherine?
Because I think there are
stories that need to be told.
Alison's story's already been told.
Has it, though? What do you mean?
She was never found.
That lost girl.
Anyway, I don't like secrets.
So you ferret 'em out.
Go on, then. Ask me a question.
Is it possible...? Is it conceivable...
..that the evidence
could have been falsified
to get a conviction on Hawkin?
Could George have
faked those photographs?
Well, I can't believe it, Catherine.
Inspector Bennett, please.
How many missing child cases
have you done, Inspector?
This is my first. Oh, your first.
Tell me, how often were you
alone in the Manor House?
Hardly at all. Hardly at all? Or never?
There were probably a few occasions.
Were you alone in Alison's bedroom?
Yes. How long for?
I don't know.
Half, three-quarters
of an hour? Why so long?
I wanted to get a sense of her.
Were you alone in Mr Hawkin's darkroom?
Yes. How long for?
15-20 minutes? I was waiting to see if
my sergeant could find a key to the safe.
And you didn't help him? I
didn't want to leave the darkroom.
Who did in fact find the key?
I did.
So it was in the darkroom all the time?
Yes.
What are your hobbies?
Highsmith asks Bennett
about his background.
What do you mean? I'll read it.
"Highsmith: What are your hobbies?
Bennett: I play
cricket, go fell-walking.
Highsmith: Haven't you missed one out?"
Weren't you secretary to
your school camera club,
and treasurer of the Manchester
University Photographic Society?
Yes.
So isn't photography
a hobby? I suppose so.
In fact, you know how to take
photos, develop and print them.
Yes.
Then he asks if Hawkin's
photos could've been faked.
What did he say?
Technically, yes,
but it's extreemely...
Do you know how to fake
photographs yourself, Inspector?
Objection, My Lord.
This is insinuation.
The defence is maligning a
police officer without evidence.
Sustained. Please
disregard the question.
And then Sampson goes on to order
the jury to disregard the question.
Most judges support the police.
Yeah, but the issue was raised.
Then buried.
What kind of camera was
used to take these photos?
Well, it have to be a
portrait camera. A Bronica.
Or a Rolleiflex. Do you
possess such a camera?
- My Lord! Here we go again.
- Sustained.
Catherine must have learned that
the photos could have been faked.
That George might
have been responsible.
And that's why she's chasing him.
But we cannot prove anything because
the evidence has gone up in flames.
We can pose the question, though.
Do you believe my client is guilty?
I believe what the evidence tell me.
But isn't there an
alternative explanation
for every single piece of evidence?
Not one that makes sense.
Doesn't your obsession with
Alison Carter make sense of them?
- What do you mean?
- Were you obsessed with Alison Carter?
There's your motive
for murder there, sir.
What do you see when
you look at her? George.
I was obsessed with finding her.
But you didn't! You're
an ambitious policeman
with the eyes of the country on you.
You couldn't afford to fail.
So you had to find someone to blame.
You're right. I didn't find her.
Instead I found evidence
of her rape and her murder,
and that led me to Philip Hawkin.
I have no further questions.
Re-cut the film. Get a
camera crew over to Morton.
Get an interview with
Bennett. Push him.
Challenge him on these questions.
OK, but what about Catherine?
Let me worry about Catherine.
So what are you gonna do?
Go back to Scardale,
talk to the villagers.
Nah, they'll not talk to you.
Why not?
Because they love
George. They trust him.
- That's why you're coming with me.
- 'Ey?
Well, they trust George...
they trust you too.
I'm not going anywhere. Why
don't you leave it alone?
Sorry.
Keith, hi.
'Catherine, you're off the film.'
What? 'You lied to me.'
- Keith what you talking about? You can't do that!
- 'Yes, I can.'
- Keith, listen...
- 'I've listened more than I should.'
- Just give me one more day.
- 'You've had all your time.
Bye, Catherine.'
What is it, Mum?
I've just been fired.
My heart bleeds.
You don't get it, do you?!
The film will still be made but by
people who don't give a damn about George!
And believe me, destroying George will
make much better TV than praising him.
Were you obsessed with Alison Carter?
No, you cannot film Mr Bennett.
Dr Panaseer, I'm here because he is
being accused of some really serious stuff
and I want to let him
put his side of the story.
I'm here because George
Bennett is seriously ill.
The only story I care about
is whether he lives or dies.
Margaret.
Margaret Bennett?
Remember me? Nicola Curry.
I heard what happened
to George. I'm so sorry.
Keith Slocombe sent me to see if there's
anything we could do for you or George.
- Yes. Stay away.
- I understand. Really.
It's just that um...
Well...
I hate to say this but Catherine
Heathcote is on something of a tear.
- What do you mean?
- She claims she has some disturbing information about George.
What information?
That he may have doctored
evidence in the Alison Carter case.
Not George! How can you even think -
I don't. It's what people will think.
That's why it's important
I speak to George.
Speak? He can hardly breathe.
OK, well perhaps you
could speak for him.
You know, put his side of events.
I've got a crew here.
We could do it now.
Catherine wouldn't
give you this chance.
You little shit!
You're not fit to clean her shoes.
Now just leave us alone!
Did you get that?
They don't like you,
do they, Mr Hawkin?
How could they? All the things
I'm supposed to have done.
What was your relationship with the
village like before Alison disappeared?
They disliked me then too.
I'd taken one of their own.
Ruth Carter.
Why did you marry her?
She was the most beautiful
woman I'd ever seen.
- I loved her.
- What about her daughter Alison?
It was difficult sometimes.
But I tried to be a good father.
I really did.
- You're trembling, Margaret.
- You shouldn't talk.
What's wrong?
They're here still, the film people.
That researcher woman.
I'm afraid I threw my tea at her!
Waste of a good cuppa.
Hospital tea!
They want to film me again, don't they?
They say they have new information.
As if that'll make any difference.
Difference to what?
To what I've done.
Why are we
here, ladies and gentlemen?
Why is my client on trial?
For one reason only.
The zeal of Detective
Inspector George Bennett.
He wove a web, a brilliant
web, of circumstantial evidence.
And with it he snared an innocent man.
In fact, he succeeded in everything.
Except the one thing
he really should have.
He didn't find Alison Carter.
Shame!
Silence!
Or I'll clear the court.
Now, from the bottom of my heart,
I pray that Alison is alive.
Indeed, for all any of us
know she could still be.
She could walk back in here and
tell us exactly what happened.
She would point at him and she
would say, "He didn't do it!"
Circumstantial evidence...
what does that mean?
That it's ambiguous, that
it doesn't prove its point.
What's ambiguous about
these photographs?
What point don't they prove?
It's child rape. Worse, it's
rape memorialised, made permanent.
These pictures show
what he was capable of.
Next to them, the act of
murder seems almost kind.
At least it brought that little
girl's long sufferings to an end.
But don't be kind to Philip Hawkin.
You've seen what he did to innocents.
Find him guilty.
The jury's been out two hours already.
It's a murder trial, George.
They won't decide in a second.
Plus there's that "George
Bennett bent copper" stuff.
Come on, lad. They put that to bed.
I wish I'd fitted him up.
Made sure the damn case was watertight.
So tell me, did you never
have any doubts about George?
I don't know.
The jury's coming back.
Members of the jury, are
you agreed upon your verdict?
We are.
And how say you on Count One...
the charge of rape?
- Guilty.
- Charge Two...
the charge of murder?
Guilty.
Silence in court!
Disquiet surrounded many
aspects of this case.
Not only was there no body,
but a tide of public protest was
rising against capital punishment.
The prosecution demanded that
Hawkin face the ultimate penalty
for the crime of which he was accused...
death.
But that decision would not
ultimately lie with the jury.
It would fall to the
notorious Lord Fletcher Sampson
to preside over the punishment.
Philip Hawkin.
Have you anything to say
before sentence is passed?
Yes.
I didn't kill her.
Philip Hawkin, jury has found that you
raped your step-daughter Alison Carter
a girl of 13.
And that you subsequently murdered her.
That you used a gun in the
commission of this crime,
permits me to pronounce a
sentence the law allows...
..and that justice requires.
Philip Hawkin, you shall be taken
to the place from whence you came.
From thence to a place of execution...
..and there you shall be hanged
by the neck until you be dead.
Afterwards your body will be
buried in a common grave...
..within the precincts of the prison.
And may the Lord have
mercy upon your soul.
Why did you leave so
soon after the verdict?
- Who said I did?
- George.
George told me.
Hearing a man was going to hang
was hardly a cause for celebration.
Satisfied, Inspector Bennett?
What is it, Tommy?
Why did he have to hang, Catherine?
"I have nothing left
to lose but my life.
So there's no reason
for me to lie now."
Ruth showed me
the letter he wrote.
He was still claiming he was innocent.
Stand up.
"Believe me, when I write, I have
no idea what happened to Alison.
I should not hang for
something I have not done.
But my fate is sealed because
other people have lied.
My death is on their conscience."
So, at eight o'clock in the
morning on the 14th April 1964,
the story of Alison
Carter came to an end.
And justice was done.
OK, what else have you got?
Why do you want to do this?
Kathy Lomas and her son Charlie are the
only people still alive from that time.
But they've always
refused to speak to me.
But I'm hoping that
with you here maybe...
To ask what?
See if they'll shed some light
on what's going on with George.
What really happened?
When were you last here, Tommy?
More than 40 years.
What the hell's going on here?
I think that's Charlie Lomas.
Stay in the car, Sash.
Just pass me my camera.
Hello, Charlie. My name
is Catherine Heathcote.
You're not welcome here.
You've done enough damage.
What damage, Charlie?
Think we don't know about George
being in hospital, close to dying?
- Get out before you get hurt.
- Who do you think you're threatening?
- Who the hell are you?
- Don't you recognise me, Charlie?
Hello, Charlie. Sit down,
you're not going anywhere!
- Tommy Clough.
- That's right.
Mum. Where have you been?
I've been about. But now I'm
back and I want to talk to you.
We've done too much talking.
Especially to her. Mum!
So get back in the car and go!
I'm here to help George.
- Mum, let's go!
- I'm here to help him.
Mum!
Mum, let's go!
Right.
Why don't you run a bath and then
we'll get ourselves something to eat?
OK?
I'm sorry about today. I'm
sorry about everything, actually.
Which? Two different things.
Well, I'm sorry about everything.
And today.
I've taken you to places
you shouldn't have gone.
And showed you things
you shouldn't have seen.
And haven't taken you into account.
And I'm really sorry.
But I wish I'd got my camera out.
Why?
Cos if I'd had my camera out
they might not have attacked us.
My camera's my shield.
Lets me look without being seen.
I always saw you.
I don't think you ever saw me.
Sash.
I do now, darling.
When this is all over I'm
going to take a long break.
You'll stop work?
Well...yeah.
They've taken the film
away from me anyway so...
So why are you still doing it?
Because when I got out of the car...
..I saw shutters open
at the Manor House.
And anyway, the violence
was telling me something.
What?
They've got something to hide.
The story of Alison's
disappearance transfixed the nation.
It made a hero of the
policeman who solved the crime
and it sent the supposed culprit
Philip Hawkin to his death by hanging.
But sensational new evidence now throws
the entire police investigation into doubt.
Did they hang an innocent man?
- Tommy.
- Five minutes, all right?
Settle down. Settle yourself.
Mum, please. Do this. It's only a
day. In fact, half a day, really.
'I suppose I'll have to come by rail.'
Yeah. I'll book your
train ticket for you.
I'll have a taxi meet
you at the station.
'OK, OK, if it's that
important.' Thanks.
'But please, not before eight.'
Thanks very much.
I'll um... I'll call you
later with the details.
- All right? Bye.
- 'All right.'
Tommy. How was George?
He didn't wake up.
I may have to go out in the
morning for a short while.
Would you mind keeping an eye
on Sasha for an hour or two?
What are you up to, Catherine?
I don't know...really.
It's like an itch I can't...scratch.
Catherine.
Be careful.
Me and George used to come in here.
So...where's your mother
gone to, then, Sasha?
Just out for a couple of hours.
At least that's what her note said.
Did it say where she'd gone?
Oh, come on, Sasha. What's she up to?
Mum said that she saw the shutters
of the Manor House open yesterday.
I knew she was hiding something.
She's a piece of work.
She's not in trouble, is she?
Well, if she is I'm
sure she can handle it.
When's your gran coming?
- Any minute now.
- Good, cos I ...
- What's this?
- Just some stuff I did when I was a kid.
- You did this?
- That's what Gran said.
And who's CD?
I don't know.
Mum's maiden name was Duggan.
Catherine Duggan?
Shit.
What the hell are you doing here?
Kathy?
Kathy Lomas? I'm Catherine Heathcote.
- You remember me?!
- Yes, I know who you are.
Charlie said you were here
yesterday. What do you want?
I've got questions I
need answers to, Kathy.
- Can I come in?
- No, no, you can't.
The owner doesn't like visitors.
Say what you've got to say then go.
We need your help. George Bennett
is about to get torn to pieces.
If you have anything
to tell me say it now.
What's it got to do with us?
George Bennett had a good ride
out of his success at Scardale.
He'll have to take the
rough with the smooth.
- Even if it kills him?
- You started this.
You didn't have to make this film.
George didn't have to be part of it.
You've only got yourselves to blame.
You go and you leave us in peace.
You won't be left in peace very long.
Well, then, we'll deal with it.
We've dealt with everything else.
Yes.
Thanks for talking to me.
I'm sorry George was taken ill.
Seemed like he was fine.
You've seen him?
He was here.
He was here five days ago. Wasn't he?
Wasn't he? That's when he called
me. That's when he pulled out.
- Get out! - What did he find
here? What did he find here?
- Go away!
- What have you done, Kathy?
- All of you! What have you done?!
- Get out!
I'm coming in!
Get out of the house!
No, you can't come
in! You're not allowed!
Get out!
Alison!
I'll tell you what happened.
I'll say it only once.
My mother decided I had to leave
- it was my only way out.
Ma Lomas planned it all.
Right... 'She bled me.'
Brave girl.
Bled you?
Me, my mother, Kathy.
We knew we needed a lot of blood.
Why so much?
Anything less and the police might
have thought I was still alive.
And... And the gun?
I stole it. From Colonel Carey's
house. I worked there as a cleaner.
We all played our part.
Dan fired the bullet for the
police to find in the mine.
And Ruth hid the gun in Hawkin's study.
So...the police followed your trail?
Yeah, I went to the
woods with my dog Shep.
I tied him up and I
walked out on my own life.
That was it. I was driven away.
I never saw my mother again.
- Where did you go?
- I went to my Aunt Nancy's.
She was about to move
from Manchester to Canada
and I went as their daughter Janis.
That's where Janis
Crowther has been until now.
Why?
Why do THIS to Hawkin?
- Because he destroyed my life.
- Can you prove that?
- The police proved it.
- They proved you were dead.
But here you are.
They hanged a man for killing you.
But here you are. So YOU prove it.
Take a look at the
photos. They prove it.
I can't. They're burned.
Was that part of your plan?
That was Charlie.
When we heard you were
making a film we were worried.
We thought they might go
back, test the evidence. DNA.
- So you WERE worried about the photos?
- No.
No, they were real.
I remember every...
click of the camera.
Every flash.
I remember the weight
of him, the smell of him.
Can you prove it?
I mean, you've lied
about everything else.
Can you prove it?
Follow me.
But...
But this isn't proof.
THIS is.
Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Who are they?
The children of Scardale.
He had us all.
There was one girl we didn't know.
Catherine!
He would have waited
till Mum and I were out.
Catherine!
Smile.
Catherine!
Please!
Please...please.
Please. Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry, Tommy.
I just...didn't remember.
Just blanked it out.
And I've spent my whole
life hiding behind a camera.
Do you think your mother knew?
I don't know.
Maybe.
There's your proof.
The negatives are inside. George
Bennett didn't fake a thing.
No, he did worse.
We hung a man for a crime
that he didn't commit.
He committed worse
crimes. Countless times.
Worse than murder?
Why didn't you just say something
to police or Social Services?
If they'd said anything those kids
would have been taken into care
and their parents blamed. Hawkin
would have emptied the village!
You have what you need.
Go away and leave us alone.
It is not as simple as that.
You conspired to commit murder.
What are we supposed to do
with that knowledge, me and her?
And what about George?
I's an honorable man. What's
he gonna do when he finds out?
He already has, hasn't he?
It was an accident. I just
got here. I was outside.
Excuse me.
He knew me instantly.
I couldn't speak. I'd been
so careful for so long.
And what did he do?
He didn't say a word.
He just walked away.
You do what you gotta
do, what you need to do.
I've been hiding all my
life. It's time to stop.
It's not just you,
Alison. What about us?
Our kids and their kids?
We all knew the risk.
Catherine...
he would never have stopped.
Never have been caught.
I feel just like Alison.
Walking out of my own life.
Maybe into a better one.
Sasha doesn't know, does she?
I think she might have worked it out.
Unlike me.
Are you going to talk to George?
I think that it would be
better if you talked to him, eh?
Thank you, Tommy.
I told you not to go digging!
But I did.
Let's go home.
Catherine.
You said we couldn't
meet in the office.
I thought I'd save
you the embarrassment.
After all, I have been fired.
You gave me no choice.
Well, I'm giving you one now.
George Bennett didn't fake
the Alison Carter photos.
Jesus.
Who are they?
The children of Scardale.
You can have the negatives
analysed, if you like.
We'll reinstate the film.
And if you want to include
this new material you can.
What is this?
Open it.
Her name is Catherine Duggan.
Who?
It's me.
Catherine, I'm so sorry.
I have to ask... where
did you find these?
From Alison Carter.
Sorry?
From Alison Carter.
She's alive?
You saw her? You actually spoke to her?
Incredible!
Can we talk to her? We've
got to get her on film.
I think this story
might be over, Keith.
Why are you giving me these
if you want me to bury it?
Whatever happened to
Catherine Heathcote...
renowned...seeker of the truth?
Don't you think this
might just be a case
where truth and justice
are not the same thing?
This is going to have
to be your choice, Keith.
I'm putting myself...all of us...
..in your hands.
Cardiology. Can I help you?
Who am I speaking to, please?
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