Scott & Bailey (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 5 - Episode #3.5 - full transcript

How have they got hold of this?
Someone is leaking information.

They used me.
All of them.

Down in the cellar.

We are looking at the remains
of four further bodies.

-I'm not going anywhere.
-You couldn't give me a lift, could you?

I think we need to get her
into a B&B.

-Fine.
-Rach,

whose bed are you in?

Scott & Bailey
Season 3 - Episode 05

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Number one is Michael.



The others are numbered in
the order we unearthed them.

So Michael and remains two and three
were in grave A,

remains four and five were in grave B

and remains six and seven were in
grave C.

So, to reiterate,

they all underwent some
form of dismemberment.

There are remarkably few bones
missing.

Teeth, nails, small bones,
they're all there.

Four and five are missing
vertebrae from the neck,

that's all.
Both decapitated,

presumably to fit into grave B,
which was smaller than the other two.

Hacking away at the neck, you're
going to dislodge something.

The ropes I've put by the wrists,
because that's where they were found.

The arms were behind the back,
presumably tied.



A very unnatural position to be in
if they weren't.

Similarly, I've put the belts
and fragments the knotted

cloth next to the heads
because that's where they were found.

Round the head, under the chin,
tied at the top.

Presumably to keep
their mouths shut.

Draw your own conclusions.

Some had fallen away
since decomposition,

but they were close
enough to suggest

that's what they were used for

Are you all right?

You know what the forensic
archaeologist and Denise said,

about how none of them were
buried at the same time?

-Yeah.
-They were all buried separately.

Even though they're
in the same graves.

-Yeah.
-We've been blithely talking,

like assuming,

he filled one grave up
and then moved onto the next.

It doesn't make sense.
You don't dig a grave

and leave it open just in case
you kill someone else later.

Even though you know you are
going to kill someone else late,

because you're a mad twat,
you still tidy up between jobs.

You just do, but that isn't
everything.

If he did...

fill each grave, before
he moved onto the next,

there'd be three in two of the graves
and one in the third, wouldn't they?.

-Why?
-Because you'd fill each one up

before you dug a new
one. He didn't do that.

Two of them weren't full

and they were all as deep
as each other, so why not?

What if...

Look, that cellar's tiny, right?

He couldn't have dug another
grave in there if he wanted to.

-It's too small, yeah?
-Yeah.

So, he rotates.

He kills the first victim,
he digs a grave.

He kills the second victim,
he digs a grave.

He kills the third victim,
he digs a grave.

He kills his fourth victim
and say,

"Shit, where am I going
to stick this one?"

So, thinking he's buried
his victims nice and deep,

which he did, he goes
back to the first grave,

grave A, thinking,
"There's room in there".

Victim number five,
he puts in grave B.

Victim number six goes in grave C.

Then he gets to Michael,

number seven, and he's
triple-stacking in grave A.

Which would make Michael...

the last victim,
at least in that cellar.

The point is if
Michael was buried last,

it whittles our timescale down,

because we know exactly when Michael
was killed, so...

We know our victims were killed
between March 1966,

when the Bevans moved into
that house,

and June 1977,

when Helen helped Joe bury Michael.

That would also
mean remains three,

the one at the
bottom of the grave,

Michael, grave A, was buried in,
was the first victim.

Yeah. Yeah. It would.

If we could work out the order
graves B and C were dug in,

we'd know the order they
were all buried in and,

presumably, the order
they were killed in.

And grave B was the smallest.
Because he had to decapitate them to get them in.

Which might suggest
that was dug last,

because he'd left himself
not so much room.

The whole thing is speculative
bollocks, of course.

Now all we still have to do is find
out who they all are.

Damn.
Can you?

Denise, hi.
It's Gill.

She's driving.
Do you want her?

-I can. I'll tell her.
-What?

They've found human remains
under the floorboards

in Eunice and Joe's bedroom.

So, I want to talk to you
about the cellar again, Joe.

I know I've asked you
this question before,

but I'm going to ask you again.

Can you explain to me what
you used the cellar for?

Nothing.

Like I said, Eunice used to potter
about down there.

And the kids went down
there to muck about,

from time to time.

I had no reason to go down there
myself.

Do you recognise this key, Joe?

No.

That is the key, the only key
that we've found in your house,

that opens the lock on the door
into the cellar.

So, can you explain to me, Joe,

if you've never been in the cellar,

why that key has got
your fingerprints on it?

Well, I could have picked it up.

I could have touched it without
knowing what it was for.

Can you explain to me, Joe,
if you've never been in the cellar,

why your fingerprints are on
the inside of the cellar door?

Right, right, right.

Well, I say I've never been in.
I have been in there.

I mean, I never went down there
regularly.

For any purpose.

Can you explain to me, Joe,
if that's the case,

why your fingerprints
are on both bolts

on the inside of
the cellar door?

I've never...

They're not.

I don't know.

I have not been down in that cellar,
not for years.

Well, fingerprints hang around
for a long time, Joe,

if nobody wipes them off.

You'd be surprised.

So can you explain to me why you
were locking yourself in the cellar,

however many years ago it was,
the last time that you did it?

Joe, why were you locking yourself
in the cellar?

-I'm not saying I was.
-No, Joe, I am.

I'm saying that you were
locking yourself in the cellar,

because why else would your
fingerprints be on both bolts?

How could you have been doing
anything other than locking yourself
in the cellar?

Joe?

We also found, as I've explained
to you before,

in the cellar, a mattress,
a double-sized mattress.

I've shown you a picture
of this mattress before.

I'm going to show it
to you again now.

You said that you didn't
recognise it.

Do you still not recognise it,

now you've had time
to think about it?

Joe, can you explain to me,

if you don't recognise it...

..why it's got traces of your semen
all over it?

Joe?

Well...

What?

I might have...

You might have what, Joe?

Locked myself in there...
to have...

You know.

Now and again.

-On the mattress?
-Yeah.

OK. So, you locked yourself
in the cellar to...

go and
masturbate on this mattress?

-Is that what you're telling me?
-Yeah.

OK, Joe.

You'll appreciate,

given the nature of what we found
buried in the cellar,

that everything found in there

has been sent for every
kind of forensic analysis

we have available to us and
when this mattress was analysed,

not only did we find your DNA
in the semen,

we also found traces of blood
on this mattress.

So, can you explain to me, Joe,

how the DNA from the blood traces
that were found on this mattress

match exactly the DNA of four of
the seven young male adults

that we found buried
under your cellar floor?

She's good, isn't she?

Well, she's trained.

Joe, can you explain that to me?

No.

We got lucky with those stains.

A cold, dry cellar.

You don't get one of them every day.

The head and the hands are missing.

The body was rolled in a carpet

and wedged, very wedged,
sideways, between the joists.

We'll have confirmation
from the lab tomorrow,

but the remains, such as they are,
are those of a young female adult.

-Sheila.
-Well, we'll see.

-Phil Cairns' statement?
-Still ploughing through the files.

in the basement at HQ.

-Just you?
-Me and Becky.

Can we assign one more officer
to look for these documents?

If this statement is
gone with the wind,

I want to know sooner
rather than later.

Sure.

We have had a bit of luck
this afternoon, ma'am.

Now we're thinking we've narrowed
down the timescale.

Stephen Norgrove, 17 years old,

reported missing October, 1974.

Way up on our grid of possibles.

We had South Yorks
Police visit his mother,

she's in Sheffield,

to take oral swabs,
which they've now done.

But, what she also said,

was the last time
she spoke to her son

was on the phone.
He'd gone to Manchester

looking for work
and rang

asking could she
send him some money.

The address he gave to send
the postal order to and she's 100%,

it was the last time
she spoke to him,

was in Peveril Street.

Like he was lodging there.

-Have we fast-tracked the swab?Yeah.
-We should have something tomorrow.

-Have we got his MFH file?
-There isn't one.

His name came to us from
the Missing Persons Helpline.

We've now traced
and swabbed for DNA

or we're in the
process of doing,

the parents or siblings
of 211 possibles,

on the new shorter grid,
out of 467.

And still no matches?

Do we need to inform the next of kin
that it's Sheila?

I mean, flag it up
that it's likely to be her?

-Helen?
-God, yes, of course.

Who is...?

Can you, Janet?

Is she... Is...
Where did Witness Protection put her?

They didn't.
I did.

She's at the Plaza
Inn in Chadderton.

We're paying for it.
Well, you are.

-The investigation is.
-Good.

And Joe.

Let's wait for definite
confirmation of her ID.

We'll tell him tomorrow, before you
carry on interviewing him, Rachel.

Good. Thank you.
Night night. Off you go.

I know it doesn't always feel
like we're moving forward,

but, believe me, we are,
you're all marvellous.

Except the little death-wish tosser
who's been talking to the lovely
journalists.

Nice interview, by the way.

Yeah?

It'll be nicer when he coughs.

I was waiting for you to ask him
why he...

What?
Why he what?

Why he wanked on his mattress.

-Shut up!
-That's attractive, Joe.

But why?
No, really, why would you?

To make it smell better?

Or because you'd mistaken it
for a toilet or a tissue?

-I'm not discussing it.
-He really hadn't thought it through.

Well, I hadn't.

I mean... You're right.
Why would you?

Well, you wouldn't.
I mean, we wouldn't.

Obviously, because we're ladies.

-Yeah, and we don't wank.
-We don't fart.

We don't get drunk
and we don't swear.

-Have you rung Sean?
-Piss off.

No. No.
I'm not prying.

You do what you like.
But four nights?

He must think something,
four nights,

-and you don't go home.
-He doesn't own me.

I want him to realise that and,
when he does, he might...

bugger off.

Sorry...

Am I all right sleeping round
at your house tonight again?

Yes.

I rang her twice earlier
and I texted her,

but I've heard nothing back.

Helen?

No.
I appreciate that. Thank you.

Sorry to wake you...

She's not back at Louise's.

She's definitely not checked out.

-And you've not seen her?
-No.

But I've only been
on since seven.

We're police officers.

You couldn't let us into her room?

Thank you.

Helen?
Helen...

-Shit. Rach.
-Helen? Helen?

Helen, can you hear me?

-Helen, it's Rachel and Janet.
-Ambulance.

-Plaza Inn, Chadderton.
-Helen?

I'm an off-duty police officer,
Janet Scott.

-Janet Scott.
-Can you hear me?

Address: 20, Clough Road,
Oldham.

OL5 9JK.

Yeah, I've got a lady.
She's unconscious.

-She's taken an overdose.
-Shit.

Shit.

-Hello.
-Hi, it's me.

Where are you?

I had to bring somebody into
hospital, a witness, an overdose.

So, I'm just ringing to say

I may as well stay at
Janet's again tonight.

She's here, as well. God knows what
time we're going to be here till.

Why are you stopping at Janet's?

Because it's...
It's just easier.

Janet's house is ten minutes,

a quarter of an hour max,
from our house.

You don't know how knackered I get
on a big inquiry and -

-I need to talk to you.
-What's it about?

Us.
This.

Whatever's going on.

Because... I'm... I'm struggling
here, Rachel.

You'd rather be sleeping in
a sleeping bag in the sitting room.

Then you're sleeping over at your...

friend's for four days.

OK. Right.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Right.
Not on the phone.

-I want you here.
-Right. Of course.

-I want to know what's up.
-Nothing's up.

I'm just... I'm...
I'm just not used to...

Oh, God.
It's fine, it's fine.

Everything is going to be fine.

I'm just a bugger to live with.

I know that doesn't make it
any easier.

I know I'm shit.

I want to know what time
you're gonna be here.

I can't give you
a specific time.

I want to know.

Well, it depends on what time
Godzilla lets us go.

So I'll text you.

I'll let you know what a likely time
is likely to be.

All right?

Why don't you just come home tonight?

After you've finished doing whatever
it is you're doing there.

Eh?

Yeah. All right. Fine.

I'll be waiting.

I've got to go, Sean.
Someone has just turned up.

Hi, Louise.
Thanks for coming.

Is she going to be all right?

I don't think she
was messing about.

She's through there.

My colleague, Janet, she's with her.

She is conscious.

They're doing some blood tests to assess if
there's any long-term damage to the liver.

They know what they're doing.
She's in good hands.

Alleluia!
Nice to see you.

-Whatever.
-Nice of you to pop in.

Do you want to have this conversation
or shall I just walk out again?

How's your witness?

-She's gonna be fine.
-I've not seen you...

for four, five days.

All I've had is shitty, stupid texts.

"I've had too much to drink. I'm
stopping at Janet's." For four nights?

Basically...

I'd like to know what's going on.

OK.

The thing is...

This isn't working.

And this isn't your fault.
This is...

It's mine, it's my fault,
it's all my fault,

I'm prepared to accept that.

I'm not...

It's not...

I mean, it's me.
It's all me.

I'm nuts. I'm impossible.
I just...

I can't live like this.

I love you to bits.

Sean, you're brilliant,
you're great.

You're the nicest man in the world,
but I just can't do this.

24/7.
I thought I could, but I can't.

No. No, I didn't think I could,
I didn't...

I didn't think about it.

Which I think is...

is...

I can't do this.

What...

specifically...

is it...

you can't do?

I want to be on my own.

-So then what happened?
-Well, he was upset, obviously.

Then he said,
"Why would you want to do that to me?"

This isn't about you.

-It is about me!
-It's not.

I'm here!

I'm part of whatever's going on

inside your stupid brain!

Because whatever you do affects me!

I've messed up.
I'm sorry.

I should have... I'm a mess.
You deserve better.

We've only been married five minutes.

It's not your fault.

I just don't get
what's going on inside your head.

I just...

..can't do this.

I...
I gave up my flat.

You're...

What were you thinking
walking down the aisle,

saying the vows?

Nothing.

All the money we've spent.
Eh?

-I screwed up.
-You've screwed up.

So... w... what do I do now?

I don't know.
Anything you like.

What do you expect me to do now?

Did you just say anything I like?

I don't even know what
this is about, Rachel.

I need my flat back.

I'm sorry?

You want me to move out?

Well, I -

Are you serious?

Are you serious?

I'm not going anywhere.

All right.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

It's the middle of the night!

You're mad.

You are mad!
You do know that, don't you?

You mad bitch!

Gosh.
Well.

Blimey.

-Shall I go and brush my teeth?
-Yeah.

She's trouble, that one,

I've told you before,
and we haven't got room.

It'll resolve itself.

Morning.

-What's that reckoned to be?
-Rachel. She smokes like this.

Does she?

Ma'am, DC Broadhurst
just called from DHQ.

They've found it.
Phil Cairns' statement from 1977.

And the documents from
the subsequent inquiry.

-Yes!
-It's interesting, though.

It's dated July 1977,
so...

He didn't report it
for seven months.

Have I got a driver outside?

Ring me as soon as
you get that file.

I can confirm that yesterday

the remains of a teenage girl

were found in the property.

And that, this morning,

we have identified them as
the remains of Sheila Anne Bevan,

the eldest daughter of Joseph
and Eunice Bevan.

I can also confirm that we have now
been able to identify

one of the young adult males found
buried in the cellar,

as Stephen James Norgrove,

who was 17 years old and came from
the Attercliffe area of Sheffield.

Thank you.

Is it true that Helen Bartlett
was in hospital last night

and that she'd
taken an overdose?

Find out which news organisation
he's with.

There will be a further
bulletin later on today.

Thank you.

They're fascinated
with Helen, aren't they?

They want blood.

Normally, all they want to know is
if we're any nearer charging anyone.

-I am -
-I don't doubt for a second

you're doing your best, Julie,

but you've got
enough to worry about.

I've tasked
Professional Standards

to find out who this mole is.

No-one on your team will even know
it's happening.

Hiya.

Tell you what, this file
with Phil Cairns' statement

-in it isa museum piece.
-Yeah. Well, it will be.

It's shameful,
it's appalling.

They...
we...

visited the house,
they had a look in the cellar.

They asked a few questions.
They "found nothing".

That's it.

He was treated like
some sort of deluded

sexually-deviant
teenage time-waster.

-That's going to have repercussions.
-Yeah.

But does it implicate Joe Bevan?

God, yeah, and Eunice.
Very much so.

-What about Helen?
-Well...

That's interesting.

-How did she die?
-It's impossible to tell.

-Was it them?
-We don't know.

We've yet to link Joe,
forensically,

either with Sheila's death

or with the bodies that were buried
in the cellar, but -

We have no reason to think it was
anyone else, at the moment.

Those two girls got convicted.

Who had pushed that old woman into
the canal in the wheelie bin.

-Yeah.
-13 and 14 years old.

People think I know things.

I didn't.

I had no idea.

Apart from Michael.

We've had a few nasty phone calls
and...

a parcel through the door.

We do need to ask you
some more questions, Helen,

when you feel able.
Down at Oldham.

Can you not ask them here?

It's an interview
we'd need to record.

Ma'am, Stephen Norgrove's
mother and brother

are downstairs with the FLO.

They've just been shown
into the family room.

Thanks.

You don't recognise him?

His name is Stephen Norgrove.

Steve? Steve Norgrove.
Does that ring any bells?

He stayed at your house in 1974.
He was 17 years old.

We know he was at your house

because his mother sent him a
postal order to your address.

People came and went.

It's a long time since.

I want you to look carefully.
Think about it.

We also know he was at your house
at some stage,

because we found his body
buried in your cellar.

I'd like to see him.

What you need to understand,
Irene,

is that what we found

are remains.

I saw Stephen yesterday morning
and...

We say remains, rather than a body,
when we've...

essentially, we've found a skeleton.

I know that, love.

I still want to see him.

Of course you do.

I'm showing you another photograph
now, Joe.

Do you recognise this lad?

This photograph was taken in 1976.

His name is Phil Cairns.

Does that mean anything to you?
Philip Cairns?

Well, Mr. Cairns came in to see us
a few days ago.

He says you do know him.

Do you remember meeting him one
evening near Piccadilly station?

It was cold, it was January,
there was snow on the ground.

It was 1977.

Do you remember inviting him
back to your house?

He had no money, nowhere to go

and you offered him a bed
for a night and a bite to eat.

Do you remember that?

How would you respond, Joe,

if I told you that Mr. Cairns,
five days ago,

came in here and told
us that you and your wife

tied him up,
fastened a belt round his head,

gagged him,
stripped him naked

and sexually assaulted him
over a period of several days?

-He's a liar.
-I'm sorry?

He's a liar.

Are you all right, Joe?

Has something upset you?

What is it, Joe, that's upset you?

Perhaps we should take a break.

No. I'd like to know
what has upset Joe.

He's elderly,

he's tired, he's ill,

he's upset about Sheila.

I think he needs to take a break.

Yeah.
Sure.

-You should have pushed him.
-Yeah.

-I'm not criticising you.
-No. I know. You're right.

It's your call.
Essentially, we've got him.

We haven't got him.

It's all circumstantial,
even the mattress.

We've got two
eyewitness statements.

-It's fine.
-From 40 years ago.

We've got a pisshead and a flake.

No.
It isn't fine.

-I'm sorry. I shouldn't
-Look,

I'm having a bad time with Sean.

-Right.
-So I don't mess up interviews.

-I'm not saying you did, Rachel.
-No, I am.

I'm saying it.

You know,
that wasn't an excuse.

About Sean.
I just...

I just thought I'd mention it.

OK.

There are discrepancies.

It's not clear to me,
from that statement,

that he's implicating anyone other
than Joe and Eunice.

He implicated Helen so unequivocally
when you interviewed him,

he even named her,

but he could have got
that from a newspaper.

Here, it's vague.

He mentions hearing
children's voices.

Once.
Not even necessarily in the same room.

He didn't see them. How could he?
He was blindfolded.

-He's misremembered it.
-She's coming in, Helen.

-She's following us on.
-Good.

A fascinating bit about how
he escaped.

Let's see what she has to say,
both about what's in here

and what Phil Cairns told us
four days ago.

Rachel needs a copy
of all this, as well.

How's it going?

I'm just giving him half an hour.

He got very upset

when we kicked off by arresting
him for Sheila's murder.

-Kind of went downhill from there.
-Upset?

-He's a psychopath. Get over it.
-Yeah, I know. I just...

-It seemed appropriate.
-Your call.

Phil Cairns' statement,
will you make her a copy?

Sure.

Any developments?

He's pranged his patrol car.

He texted me.

Cos, obviously, that's my fault.

Telepathic kinesis.
Is there no end to your talents?

You're missing the action, kids.

DNA match on two more bodies.

Oh, Helen Bartlett and her mousey
little girlfriend have turned up.

I think I'd be bothering
with prostitutes

and overdosing if I had to
sleep with that every night.

Joke.

Dodson's looking for you.

Joe Bevan's solicitor is asking

to speak to the Senior
Investigating Officer.

-No, that's me.
-Yes, I know, ma'am, I was just...

Do you know what it's about?

No.

I'm Julie Dodson.
This is DCI Murray.

Superintendent.

My client has indicated
he wants to confess

to the murders of the boys, men,

you found buried in the cellar.

He's written down what he believes

are the names of the five remaining
victims you discovered down there.

He also wants to make
it clear, however,

that he did not kill Sheila,
his daughter.

He knows nothing about what happened
to her.

And that he was
coerced and brainwashed

into committing the crimes
by his wife, Eunice.

Is he prepared to
make a statement

-to DC Bailey?
-Yes.

-Now?
-Yes.

He's called Phil Cairns.

Philip Cairns.

You'd have been twelve at the time
that he visited your house

in Peveril Street,
in the January of 1977.

OK.

He was homeless.
He had no money.

Joe, your dad, picked him up
near Piccadilly station

and offered him food and shelter
at your house.

Was that normal at your house?

People...
lads...

came and went.

I don't remember any of their names.

I told you,
they never stayed long

and I never bothered with them.

How would you react, Helen,
if I told you

that Phil is telling us,
and this is partially corroborated

by a statement that he made to
the police shortly after the event,

that he was plied with drink
by your parents

and, when he woke up, he'd been
stripped naked, bound and gagged,

and was sexually assaulted over
several days in a darkened room

and, during that time,
he heard children's voices?

There was an incident.

Go on.

People...
came there.

We knew that.
For sex.

There was always people.

People paid for all sorts of stuff,
all the time.

But, yeah.

It could have been him.

What could?

One night...

Right?
..we were in bed.

And...

Julie said,
"There's something in the cellar".

And I...

We were kids. It could have been
when you said.

Anyway she said...

.."It's making noises".

She wanted to go and see.

I didn't.

She'd found out
where he kept the key.

My dad...

He didn't know we knew.
It was in a tin.

On a shelf, under the sink,
in the kitchen.

We weren't allowed down there. Ever.

Anyway,
they were both drunk.

Pissed up to their eyeballs.

Crashed out in the sitting room.

We got this key.

And we went down...

into the cellar.

We heard him...
whimpering.

It was a man.

Like an animal.
It was...

No clothes on.

We knew they did...

bloody weird stuff, but this was...

He was...
dirty, like he'd been there...

We ran back upstairs.

But we couldn't sleep, it was...

And then...

a bit later...

She went and got a knife.

Out of the kitchen.

Julie.

And we went back down there.

I stood on the stairs.
The cellar stairs.

I was frightened,
I couldn't go any further.

I was frightened my dad would find
us and lock us in with him.

She cut the rope.

Julie.
The rope that was

tying his hands behind
his back and his legs...

were tied, too,
but then he started...

flailing around, trying to get
this thing off his face.

And...

We ran. We ran.
We ran back upstairs.

I...

dropped the torch.

We left the door open, because
we wanted him to run, too.

Was that him?

That would tie in with his description
of how he managed to get away.

Yes.

Is that...

..what he did to the ones
you've found buried?

There is some evidence
that's what happened.

Oh, my God.

But not Michael?
That wasn't...

That was an accident.

I'm afraid there's evidence that is
what happened to Michael

and...
that it wasn't an accident.

Oh, God.

The bastard.

I didn't know he'd done that
to other people.

What about Sheila?

Of course the most shocking
thing is not what they saw,

it's the fact that they saw it.

She might be adamant
that she had no idea

other people were
buried down there.

Even if we've got no evidence
to contradict that,

the fact remains that,
as an adult,

she knew someone
had been imprisoned

and sexually tortured down there

and that her brother had been killed
and buried down there.

As an adult,

anyone in their right mind,
must realise

they have an obligation
to tell the police.

-Not legally.
-Morally.

Yeah, well,
that's not our bag, is it?

No-one else died after Michael.

We don't know that.
All we know

is no-one else was
buried in the cellar.

That's not the point, anyway.

If she'd said something sooner,

Irene Norgrove
and all these other parents,

the ones that still alive,

people you're going to have some
pretty distressing conversations with,

would have been able to move on
by now, years ago.

But the fact also remains that she
did come forward. Eventually.

Voluntarily. Selflessly.

And actually, look what's happened
to her since she did.

People want blood.

They've put shit
through her door.

Do you think he did murder
other people?

It's odd for someone like that
to just stop.

-Rob!
-Ma'am?

Briefing room, please, ten minutes.

We've all earned a decent night's
sleep after this breakthrough.

Still going to ask the CPS to drop
the unlawful burial charges against Helen?

They won't.
I've had the conversation.

The only thing I can do is
fast-track it and ask for leniency.

I'm not convinced he
didn't murder Sheila.

I don't think any
of us are. Are we?

-He's playing games.
-Well, yeah, of course he is,

he's a psychopath.

So, essentially,
he's blaming Eunice for everything.

I did remind him that,
initially,

he blamed Eunice and Helen
and Julie for Michael's death.

But...

Well, this is what we're wondering.

He knows we've got irrefutable
forensic evidence

against him on Eunice, right.

So, if he can blame Eunice
for everything,

coercing him, forcing him,

brainwashing him,
whatever, into doing things,

then,
A,

he can claim diminished
responsibility

for murdering the
seven boys in the cellar

and, B,

he can claim the same when he
goes to court for murdering Eunice.

He can claim he ended
the life of this woman

who bullied him for years,
this woman who

was evil enough to
murder her own daughter.

Who would believe him?

-A jury.
-A doddery little old man.

A bleeding-hearts-brigade
jury.

We've got to wait for something
from the lab on Sheila.

What if there isn't anything?

Right!
Well done.

There's a drink waiting for
everyone over the road.

-What do you want?
-Lager?

No. Bitter. Two bitters.

Rachel!

This had better be good.
Bringing my bloody mother?

I didn't bring her.
She was here.

-I didn't want her here.
-You just turned up

-and she was already here?
-Yeah.

I don't believe you.

Well, whatever, it's irrelevant.

I'm not stopping.
I just wanted to say...

I know you're mad.

You are mad, but...

Look, I'm not prepared to accept

that this can possibly have
gone so wrong so quickly,

because it hasn't.

It's all in your head.

You're feeling trapped
and you don't need to.

And when you realise that...

..then you know where I'll be.

Just...
call me.

-Evening, cowboy.
-What...?

-What are you doing here?
-Nothing.

I was just...

Well, I pop in now and again.
It's the only time I get to see...

-Fanny Alice.
-Yeah. Is it?

-What are you drinking?
-No, no, I'm fine.

You couldn't lend me a few quid,
could you?

-How do you mean?
-For a drink.

Say...

-40 quid?
-40 quid?

For a taxi.
You know.

-Later.
-Well, I would, but -

Hey, do you remember that night?

Yeah.

God, that bitch of a son of a bitch
of a policewoman!

She's just standing just over there.

So if you could just see your way to
lending me a few bob, then, Pete...

I'll...
hit the road.

Right. Right.

There's 30 quid.
That's all I've got on me.

Ta.

How are you keeping,
anyway?

Yeah, good.

Right.

Well, I'll be loving
you and leaving you, then.

Yeah.

Come to Daddy, you little sod.

Do you want a lift home?

Hello, love!

I'm driving you home.

She's got him!

We got him.

-She got him.
-What?

-Just now.
-What's up.

It was poetry.
You could not have invented it.

-Just one of those moments.
-Where's Mrs. Dodson?

-What happened?
-We've got him.

She's with Karen Zalinski.

-He did that thing.
-What thing?

That stupid thing.

It's a mystery to me
how she could have done that.

Butchered her own daughter.

I said,
"How do you mean, Joe, butchered?"

And he said,
"Cutting her head off."

So, I said,
"Well, I never told you

"that anyone cut
her head off, Joe."

And then that look,

that thing that goes
across their eyes.

When they realise they've just put
their foot right in it

and you've got them and they know
they're going down forever.

That's when he called me...
It rhymes with stunt, runt, brunt.

Let this be a lesson to you all.

Psychopaths, clever,

but never as bloody clever as
they like to think they are.

-Well done, kid.
-I did nothing.

I was in the right
place at the right time.

Which makes a change.

What's odd is that
he ever stopped.

Or appeared to. That's what we
couldn't work out yesterday.

-No. It's not that odd.
-No, it is.

Psychopaths. They just carry on
pushing the envelope, taking risks.

That's generally how they
end up making a mistake.

They get complacent.

-Who have you been having that conversation with?
-Dodson. Gill. Pete.

-What?
-He was beaten up

in October 1977,
like really badly.

I read his medical records.

God, I'm amazed
that nobody else has.

He was hospitalised.

Fractured skull, fractured pelvis,
a broken arm, broken nose,

mashed-up scrotum.
I mean,

someone kicked the shit out of him
- literally.

I'd like to think it was
Phil Cairns.

Only I don't want to embarrass him
by asking him.

You're so clever, aren't you?

I'm telling you,

you'll be calling
me ma'am one day.

You're going to have to pass your
sergeant's exams first, though, eh.

-You're so funny, Janet.
-Yep.

I tell you what,
I'm not looking forward to this.

Hello.

Louise, it's Janet and Rachel
from the MMP.

Can we come in?

Helen.

-How are you feeling?
-I'm all right.

Do you want to sit down?

Why?

I'm sorry to have to tell you

that you are being
formally charged

with preventing a lawful burial.

But...

No. Hang on.
We had an understanding.

-We had a deal.
-I know. I'm sorry.

We did what we could.

I did explain that we couldn't make
any guarantees.

It's a decision that's been taken
over our heads.

-Do you want to get your coat?
-Fuck you.

No.
I mean, really.

-Fuck you!
-Helen! Helen!

OK.

Nasty little bitch.

I just don't believe that anyone would
set out to harm an elderly person.

Do you know anything about this?

I did not send that.

People are dying in there,

because that woman is
a profit-obsessed bitch.

It's a murder inquiry.
Get everyone back to base.

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