All language subtitles for The Girl Who Caught A Killer S01E01 (2025)

The following programme
contains distressing scenes.

I have a big secret.

It's been in my head
for the last 30 odd years.

I was always just...

...the seven-year-old
who'd been kidnapped.

Nobody knew my name.

I was anonymous from the get-go.

I assumed that life

would continue just like normal.

But there's been a massive cost

to holding on to this for so long.

I'm pretty sure
it was a weekend.

It was really sunny.

It was really warm.

I had these white roller boots on,

which were a couple of sizes
too big.

My dad was in the front garden
planting pansies.

To this day, I can't stand pansies.

I went out

to go call on a friend,

and I've lost control...

...and donked my head.

My dad gave me a pound

to go to the local sweet shop.

But because we'd been
living there not very long...

...I got lost.

I saw a man,

and he was fixing his car.

And my dad's a mechanic, so...

...because he was a mechanic
just like my dad,

I asked him for directions.

He didn't even answer.

Didn't even think about it.

It was just instant.

He scooped me up,
roller boots and all,

threw me into the boot of his car.

The car started moving.

I could see a can of WD-40.

There was also a hammer

in the boot of the car.

I started hammering

for all I was worth

on the lid and on the back.

I screamed
that I would give him money

because I had the pound
that my dad gave me.

And his only response was,

"Shut up or I'll kill you."

Inside the boot,

there was a hole,

about this big,

which I could see out of.

And I could see

the lights when he braked.

I started to...

...untie my roller boots
and slip them off

because I... I thought that

I might get the opportunity

when he opened the boot of his car

for me to... to jump out,

and I'd stand a better chance

if I was running
and not with the boots still on.

It sort of felt like ages...

...but it probably wasn't.

And then,
when we got to Devil's Dyke,

he...

...took me out
of the boot of his car...

...and he strangled me.

Then, he just disposed of me

like he was fly-tipping,

just like I was
an old mattress or something,

just thrown into a bush somewhere.

He left me, thinking I was dead.

That day, we'd been for
quite a long drive.

We were doing a little bit
of a touristy thing,

exploring a bit of
the lovely Sussex countryside.

I was with my ex at the time,

we were in our mid-20s,
and the sun was setting,

and I just thought,

it's such a great spot
on top of that hill.

At that golden hour,
we could sit up there quietly

and watch the sunset
and watch the change of light.

And I remember
there was another car there,

only about 50 yards
away from us in the distance,

and I got a glimpse of someone

getting in that car and driving off.

Then, we were alone.
It was quiet and still,

and I thought,
this is a moment of peace.

When I woke up, it was dark.

I couldn't quite stand up.

My head was swimming.

And I was very, very dizzy

and I kept falling over.

I just remember
it being really cold...

...and knowing that
I had to... find help.

When I finally
came into a clearing...

...I saw some headlights...

...and my first thought was

that it was him again

and that he was here
to finish me off.

But...

...I realised that

if I didn't approach
these headlights,

I'd die because I would freeze.

I saw her come out
from behind this bush.

She was completely naked.

Kind of,
hands like this and crying.

Mud all down her legs.

Her hair was all dishevelled,

blotchy red.

There was blood in...

...delicate places that I...

couldn't care to mention,

and looking up towards us,

and I jumped out of the car
and ran towards her.

And she said to me,

"Are you gonna kidnap me?"

And I said to her,

"No, we're here to help you,
you're gonna be OK."

They must have been horrified

because I had no clothes on.

They wrapped a blanket around me

and sat me in their car.

The closest building that
we could think of was the Golf Club.

I was getting a little bit panicked.
I sort of thumped on the door.

I said,
"Let me in, I need the phone."

I ran in and literally grabbed it

and dialled 999.

And I said, "I found a young girl
in the bushes naked.

I need help, I need the police.
I need the ambulance now".

It wasn't very long

before there were sirens
coming in every direction.

I remember
the ride in the ambulance.

And then...

...being at the hospital.

It was dreadful. It was surreal.

It was... It was...

something that will never
come out of my head.

It was obvious to me

what had probably happened to her,

and I'd been aware
of what had happened

at the Wild Park with the
other two murders in that area.

I-I don't think that I was even...

...aware of the
murdered girls until...

...much, much later
than my abduction.

I... I was too young.

I don't remember when I found out

there had been two other victims.

Living in Moulsecoomb,

it was a lovely atmosphere.

And it was safe there to play.

You know, in the garden
or indoors or out,

you know, on the pavement.

Nicola, she loved
being in Moulsecoomb.

She was just a normal little girl.

She was so loveable.

A little chatterbox sometimes.

She loved EastEnders.

And she loved Frankie
by Sister Sledge.

♪ SISTER SLEDGE: Frankie ♪

♪ Do you remember me?

♪ Frankie, do you remember me?

♪ Do you remember... ♪

She loved that song,
dancing around,

and Karen used to do it
with her as well.

Karen lived two doors up.

They'd been friends for years.

They were always in the garden

or in our house or in Karen's house.

There was a particular day...

...that's when it all happened.

Nicola had just come in from school.

She'd changed her shoes

and then she changed her frock.

Nicky was in the garden
and Karen came along.

And then about 5:00 or just after,

Michelle came along
to ask if I'd seen Karen.

I said, "Yes, she was playing
across the road with Nicola,"

and... but she said,
"She's not there now."

And we thought they must have
just gone down the road

to her other little friend
that she usually plays with...

...but no.

And then we saw
one of the other boys

who lived, like,
two doors up from us,

so we asked if they'd seen
Nicky and Karen.

They said "I've seen Karen,
she was playing on the tree
in the park.

Nicky was there with her,

but she was hiding
behind another little tree."

So, we rushed over to the park.

Didn't go right into it because
it was really getting misty.

Then we shouted there.

There's something made me

feel weird in the park.

It was just the... the feeling.

It's something in that park
that's daunting me.

When we were calling, calling,

and I thought, "No,
we've got to do something now,

it's getting on to eight o'clock."

So, we called the police.

They were very, very good.

They came straight away.

'Fears began to grow
when nine-year-old Karen Hadaway,

and her friend, Nicola Fellows,
failed to return to their homes

on a Brighton
council estate last night.

They were last seen
shortly after six o'clock

outside a local chip shop.

At nightfall,
their distraught parents

called in the police.
Over 150 police officers

and neighbours
of the girls' families

had been searching a large area
of woods and parkland,

half a mile from the girls' home.'

I was a beat officer,
so it would be 8 am.

I went in to book on,

and I was told, "You're not
going to be on your beat today,

you're going to be doing
house-to-house inquiries."

You'd look under beds,
you'd look in wardrobes, dustbins,

everything to find two little girls.

Had she ever
run away from home before?

No, she hadn't,
it's very out of character.

So you don't think
that they just ran away for fun?

No. If they are,
they're up to something mischief,

but what, I can't think.

Come home, darling, please.

Daddy's not gonna
tell you off, alright?

Just... Just come home, please, now.

'A helicopter was called in,

but as the hours passed, it seemed
an increasingly slender hope

that the girls had run away
and were hiding.'

Me and my brother, Kevin,
got to Coldean Lane, Wild Park,

and the Evening Argus

were putting out posters
of missing girls,

with the girls' photos on it.

So we started putting
these posters up in shop windows,

in bus stops.

We thought, "We gotta do something.
We've come from London,

we've got to do something."

There was
a radio message saying,

"Can anybody check
the verge of Wild Park?"

So, I searched all that
and I couldn't see anything

and I thought,
I'll have a quick smoke.

As I tried to light my pipe,
this voice said,

"Oi! What are you doing?!"

The guy had a dog,
which he said was a tracker dog.

I knew him from the past.

He was a petty criminal,

he stole cars and did shoplifting.

And he said to me,

"We've been tracking all day,

but it's getting late now,
we're gonna give up."

So, I said to him,
"No, no, we've got to keep looking."

And he said to me, "Well,
if I find them and they're dead,

I'll get nicked, won't I?"

And it was quite strange.

And at that point,

up on the banking,

these two boys
suddenly appeared shouting,

"We found them, we found them!"

We started running.

I was right behind him,

and I got there and stepped

between him and the two girls.

They were there,
as if they were sunbathing.

Nicola Fellows was on her back

with one knee up.

And Karen Hadaway
was laying on her stomach

with her arm round
as if she was asleep.

They were arranged like that.

They were cold as marble.
It was awful.

It was just awful.

'At 4:00 o'clock,
the girls' parents'

worst fears were confirmed

when their bodies were found in a
clearing at Moulsecoomb Wild Park.

One of them had been
sexually assaulted,

both had been strangled.'

One of the police officers
came and told me that,

"Yeah, she's been found."

And I said,
"Oh, great, great," you know.

And I said,
"Has anything happened to her?"

And when she told me,

I thought, "Oh, God."

You know what I mean?
I can scream sometimes and that.

I have done, really screamed,

on my own.

You know?

Losing a child is the hardest.

The Evening Argus
dropped through my letterbox

in my home in Brighton,
and it was front page news:

"Two girls found dead."

It was the most horrific thing.

They had been sexually assaulted.

As a court reporter,
you get used to

reporting the most gruesome things.

But this was a double child murder.

"The Babes in the Wood"
was the biggest story

in Brighton since the war.

It touched everybody

from every income,

every class, every walk of life.

They wanted to know
who is this person

who lives amongst us
who could've done this?

We found out last night
that they'd been murdered.

There were quite a few of us
that were in tears.

You can't think straight.

And especially from my window,
if you look through the top,

you can see them all over there.
It is awful.

On the morning
of Saturday the 11th October,

we arrived at Brighton
Police Station in John Street.

I was struck by
the numbers of detectives

that were going to be deployed
on this investigation.

Right from the outset,

it was clear
that it was going to be

a massive investigation.

Because of where the bodies
of the two little girls were found,

it was a bit of a den,
it wouldn't have been a place

that a stranger to that area
would have been familiar with,

and therefore, this must have been

committed by somebody they knew.

Because, why would they
have gone into there

with somebody who was
a complete stranger?

'At this time tomorrow,
two local schoolgirls

will retrace the last steps
of the victims

in a carefully-planned
reconstruction

which may help further
in the hunt for the killer.'

The police
went to Nicky's school,

and there was a girl in there,

and she was
the spitting image of Nicola,

and she's the one that done
the reconstruction of Nicola.

You know, where the girls were,
and where they went.

'At 5:00,
last Thursday afternoon,

the girls were playing
with a group of friends

outside a neighbour's house.

Soon after,
they made their way from Newick Road

here across the A27 to Wild Park.'

When they were doing
the reconstruction of her,

they said, "It's uncanny."

They said, "God, she's like Nicola."

And I thought, "God, wish it was."

'At the Brighton incident room,

they're already dealing
with the results of over

2,000 interviews
and 1,200 phone calls

from members of the public.'

There were
a number of individuals

that became known
as persons of interest.

All of those people were eliminated

through the fact they clearly

weren't present
in that area at the time.

Constantly,
the evidence kept coming back

to one individual,

and his proximity

to all that was going on

in and around the time
that the girls went missing.

Rachael was a free spirit,
wasn't she?

She just enjoyed...

...children's things.

She played
across the road all the time.

They did their own thing.

Bicycles, skateboards, skates.

They had fun.

When she disappeared,

I'd assumed she was down
with her friend two doors down.

They played together,

so if you didn't see her,
you assumed she was there.

My only knowledge
that Rachael had gone

was when the police arrived.

I was mystified and panicking.

And lucky enough for me...

...Jennie arrived home
at the same time.

It happened so quickly.

When the police officer came,

and she just said, am I Mum?
I said, "Yes."

And, uh...

...that was when she said
Rachael was, um...

...in the hospital.

And could I go?

Sorry, it's still raw now...

...even after all these years.

When I first met Rachael
at the hospital,

she was sat on the bed.

She had lovely blonde hair.

It had bracken and gorse in it,

and she had a number of scratches

that were even obvious
as you walked into the room.

And I remember when Jennie got to
the Royal Alexandra, Rachael's mum,

I needed her to not show

her upset and distress to Rachael,

because that could have
closed her down

and stopped her from talking to us.

Debbie said, uh...

"Try and be strong.

Try not to show...

...any emotions."

She was sitting
in bed with a colouring book.

And I just sat there with her

while she coloured.

Apparently, the first
words out of my mouth were,

"Look, Mummy,
I'm colouring in Rupert Bear".

I was worried that she'd be cross

because I'd lost
my brand new jumper.

That's what I was afraid of.

It could have easily
have been murder.

Easily. It was just...

seconds away from murder.

I live in Brighton.

I'm a resident of Brighton.

I've got kids
that are a similar age,

and this can be replicated across,

you know, so many people.

You know,
there was a sense of urgency,

there really was,
of having to get out there

and to identify this person
as soon as possible

and to make sure he's arrested.

Rachael was able to tell us

that it was a red car,

and she said
that it was a car with a boot.

And she told us
what she did in the boot.

She hammered on the boot.

She also spoke about finding

a can of WD-40.

I think she referred to it
as the same stuff

that her dad used
when the car didn't work.

Debbie was passing
information back to us

at John Street Police Station.

At that time,
Rachael was seven-years-old.

That's all, seven-years-old.

She was just an innocent,

intelligent, articulate

seven-year-old girl,
who met a monster.

The really important thing was that

she had said that it was a man,

and she had said that
that man had a moustache.

Now, that's a really vital
piece of information.

We then started doing
a trawl through our intelligence.

We were going on for persons
who have previous convictions

for indecent assault, paedophilia,

and any person that we suspected

were involved in offences
against children.

The level of awareness that she had

in such a crisis

was quite incredible.

And then the information
came through that...

a local man,

known very much to the police,

had been seen
driving around in a red car,

and this person had,
in the past, been suspected

of serious sexual assaults

and violent crimes towards children.

It's weird, because...

on the one hand,

I know that it happened to me.

But, on the other hand,

it almost feels like a dream.

A psychologist told me
that it's called disassociation.

Where you think this whole...

...reality is just a dream.

I'm hoping by telling my story...

...I will be able
to put myself back in the now.

But...

there is still stuff that
I don't know.

'In the days
following the double murder,

conditions on the
Moulsecoomb Council Estate,

where Karen and Nicola lived,

have been subjected to a kind
of scrutiny they've never known

since the first tenants
moved in here in 1936.'

Most individuals who are
involved in a crime like this

don't ordinarily...

...put themselves in a position
where suspicion

thrusts itself on them.

But that's clearly
what had happened in this case.

Right from the first minute,
one individual

called Russell Bishop
was always a person of interest.

Everybody was saying,

"Why is he doing this?
Why's he done that?"

The significant thing
was that Russell Bishop

was known to both families,

and he spent quite a lot of time

around the Fellows' home.

He was friendly with Nicola's
father, Barrie Fellows.

So, the two girls
knew Russell Bishop very well.

And we knew that there had been
various sightings of Bishop,

in and around the Wild Park,

particularly between 5:15 and 6:30

on the evening of the 9th,

when the girls went missing.

And then,
he put himself at the scene

during the course of the search
the following afternoon.

I remember I had
this conversation with Bishop

as we walked along the path,

where he said,
"If I find them and they're dead".

You know, we never say that.

"If I find them and they're dead,
I'll get nicked."

I mean, why did he say that?
What made him say that?

And then, when the two
girls' bodies were found,

he said that he got there

and felt their necks
to see if there was a pulse...

...stating that the bodies
were "cold and stiff," in his words.

He then subsequently,
in another statement,

said that he actually
hadn't done that.

I was asked later
what was his reaction,

and I said there was no reaction.

He just stood there.

He was pretty unemotional.

You know, it could have been
a dead rabbit.

The evidence was becoming

more and more
aligned with Russell Bishop.

When you have a briefing
in a murder investigation,

you tend to go round the room

and deal with items of interest.

Now, one of the items of interest
on this particular morning

was the fact that a witness
had been seen the previous day

who described Russell Bishop
as wearing a blue sweatshirt

on the evening that
the two girls went missing.

The Scenes of Crime Officer

left the briefing,

and a number of us remember it.

He went scurrying off

because he realised

that in the exhibit store,

he had seen a blue sweatshirt.

On the afternoon

that the search was still going on
for the missing girls,

a man had seen a woman

looking closely at a garment
that was on the footpath.

The significant thing about that
was that footpath

actually led up to the estate

where Russell Bishop lived.

That sweatshirt became
hugely significant.

We identified fibres from

both the girls' sweatshirts

and the ivy spores.

The area where
the two dead girls were found

contained a lot of ivy.

Now, of course,
our job was to try and link

the sweatshirt to Bishop.

But in those days,
we didn't have DNA.

We interviewed individuals

who were aware of Russell Bishop

spraying two cars.

One a Ford Cortina,

and a Mini that he had painted.

The paint on the sweatshirt

was shown to be identical
to that found on those two cars.

Two police officers
took the sweatshirt

to Bishop's home address

to ask Jennie Johnson, his partner,

about the sweatshirt.

She was on her own because

Bishop was being
interviewed by Police

in John Street Police Station.

And the first thing she said was,

"Oh, you've brought Russell's
sweatshirt back."

She then quite freely
made a statement

that this was indeed Bishop's.

She had no idea at that time

the significance of it.

And suddenly,
the whole case against Bishop

took off in a big, big way.

'The double murder
of nine-year-old Nicola Fellows

and Karen Hadaway
was a brutal crime.

On December 4th,
Russell Bishop was charged

with the murder of the two girls.

Since that time, he's
continued to deny both killings.'

Russell Bishop knew Barrie and Sue.

He would play football
with Barrie in Wild Park.

But that's when he really
came into my eyeline.

When he was actually arrested
and charged for the murders.

I thought, "Great. They've got him."

The funeral
was the next big thing for us;

Nicky and Karen's funeral.

Because up to that point,
the bodies were being held

by the police,
weren't being handed over.

"We brought nothing into the world

and we take nothing out.

The Lord gives
and the Lord takes away."

It was too moving.

Oh, God, I can see it now.

They were little white coffins.

Karen,

full of life and full of love

and full of vitality.

And Nicky,

again beautiful,

again a gift.

Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Sorry.

It's just the look of it,

seeing it, and in my mind.

The coffin.

That'll never go out
of your mind, does it.

There's a whole
row of wreaths,

and amongst them was a wreath
from the Bishop family.

We asked for that to be removed.

'Nicola and her
school friend, Karen Hadaway,

were found murdered
in October last year

in Moulsecoomb, Wild Park,
in Brighton.

Both had been strangled

and Nicola had also
been sexually assaulted.

21-year-old labourer, Russell
Bishop, has denied killing them.'

From the first day of the trial,

there was wall-to-wall coverage

in the local media
and in the national press.

There was a real edge to this trial.

We're now sitting in a public
gallery above Court No.1,

and in the dock
you can see Russell Bishop.

Opposite Russell Bishop,
you've got the judge.

Underneath us was the jury.

The trial was nerve-wracking.

I was the first witness up.

The questions were fired
at me and that

and I said so many wrong things.

Then the barrister said,
"Right you can go and get down now."

So I got down and I cried.

I just burst into tears.

'This afternoon,
there's been evidence

from Nicola's mother,
Mrs Susan Fellows.

She told the court that her daughter
wasn't allowed to cross the busy

A27 road to the park

unless there was an adult with her.

The trial here at Lewes is expected
to continue for four weeks.'

We had high hopes of that trial.

"This evidence will prove this,
this evidence will prove that.

You'll all come to the same
conclusion we have.

This man is guilty."

The forensic evidence...

...was compelling,
and there was no doubt

the case against Russell Bishop
was a strong one.

'The strongest
piece of forensic evidence,

the prosecution says,
is a blue sweatshirt

found beside a path Bishop used

on his way home that night.'

On the defence side,
Ivan Lawrence,

now Sir Ivan Lawrence,

was one of the sought-after
defence QCs at that time.

He'd defended the Krays

in some of the Kray trials, successfully.

He was a wily fox.

I didn't know Bishop.

I didn't know whether he was
innocent or guilty.

My role is to represent
the defendant,

to test the strength
of the prosecution case.

You don't feel particularly
strongly necessarily about it,

you just look at it cold...

...with the light of day,
black and white.

There was evidence
of the fibres on the sweatshirt.

That could have come from

the little girls' jumpers.

But, the evidence
was that Coldean School,

which must have had hundreds

of green jumpers,

were all made up with these fibres.

So anybody on the Moulsecoomb Estate

who sent their child
to Coldean School

would have been likely to have had
the same fibres on their clothing.

And then,
the evidence couldn't be relied upon

because it was kicked about,

it was poked about by people
that were finding it.

And there were some red paint marks,

and they were examined...

...but this was the most common
of all the paints.

Every shop had it,

and that must be added to the fact

that nobody who saw

Bishop spraying any car

ever saw him wearing a Pinto.

There was another one, was ivy.

"Ahh!" said the prosecution.

There was ivy on the sweatshirt,

which was identical

to the ivy spores

that there were in the den.

But then the prosecution
had to agree...

...that all ivy spores
are the same.

And then Jennie Johnson.

Jennie Johnson was
Russell Bishop's common-law-wife.

Jennie Johnson
made a statement to the police

that that sweatshirt
was owned by Russell Bishop.

And then in court
turned around and said

Russell Bishop
never owned that sweatshirt.

She said to the court that she was
forced to sign this statement.

The police forced her to sign it.

She lied.

And by doing that, she took Bishop
out of that sweatshirt.

Bishop's no longer
in that sweatshirt.

And there's the problem.

This bit of evidence's
gone down the tube.

There was no evidence
that could be relied upon

that the Pinto sweatshirt

had belonged to Bishop.

Of all the people who gave evidence,

and I think nine people
gave evidence on his behalf,

and a lot of people
gave evidence for the prosecution,

none had ever seen him
wearing that sweatshirt.

There was no evidence

upon which any prosecution
could rely

that Bishop had anything to do

with the killing of the two girls.

Nobody ever saw Bishop
with the girls.

Nobody ever saw him going to

where they said the murders
had taken place.

There was no evidence that Bishop

was with the girls

at any time prior to their death...

...in the Wild Park.

The court process
is very much about playing a game.

It's not about
a search for the truth.

Sadly, the price for that

is paid by the public,

and the victims,

and the victims' families.

If it wasn't Bishop,

could it possibly be anybody else?

I pointed out to the jury
that the evidence

against Nicola's father
was stronger

than the evidence against Bishop.

Defence Counsel Ivan Lawrence

told the jury today
that almost anyone

could have killed Nicola Fellows
and her friend, Karen Hadaway.

He said that during
the police inquiry,

nine people appeared to be suspects,

and Barrie Fellows was one of them.

He said it was not unknown
for a father to kill his daughter.

You know, I wasn't accusing
Nicola's father of having done it,

but you've got to be certain

of the evidence before
you convict a man of murder

of two little girls.
Dreadful murder.

The jury went out.

Two hours and ten minutes later,

we're getting told
they have come to a verdict.

"On the count one:

The murder of Nicola Fellows,

do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?"

"Not guilty."

Bang. Uproar.

All hell broke loose.

Inside there was commotion
as a brother jumped into the dock

to embrace 21-year-old Bishop.

As he was pulled out,
a fight broke out with Police.

The Bishop family,
all shouting and screaming.

We didn't hear the second verdict

because of this...
this commotion that's going on.

There were loud cheers
from Russell Bishop's family.

On the second count of murder,
it was also "Not guilty."

'One of his brothers
relayed the verdict.'

Not guilty, lads!

'Russell Bishop was saying nothing

and leaving in a waiting car
to be reunited

with his girlfriend
and their two children.'

The police nearly ruined
a young man's life

and I hope they're proud of that

What's your word towards
- the police then?
- Disgusting!

There was no investigation.
It was a complete fix.

They discharged Bishop
there and then.

We're sitting dumbfounded
for a second.

You know, what's just happened?

I was so angry.

I thought, but who the hell
could have done it then?

In 1986...

...I would have been... four.

I was living in completely
the other side of Brighton...

...blissfully unaware of everything

that was going on in Moulsecoomb.

I didn't know anything
about the two other victims,

and I don't recall
when I found out about them.

The Hadaways and the Fellows

needed to get justice for their...

...two girls.

And I would have done
the same in their shoes.

But over the years,

every time they

gave a press interview,

or there was something else
in the media

with relevance to them,

it made it difficult

for me to sweep under the rug.

Because it never went away.

When Bishop
was found not guilty...

...I couldn't believe it.

We didn't know who murdered Nicky.

But if Russell Bishop didn't do it,

then somebody else did it,
and I want to know who.

The Fellows and the Hadaways
were determined

that this should not be
the end of the murder hunt,

that there was still
a killer at large.

And so they wanted
to keep the campaign going.

The Bishops were determined to
front this campaign as a basis of:

"Russell Bishop is innocent.

It must be someone else. Let's go
and find this other person".

Something major happened
after the verdict.

The News of the World ran a story

on the Bishop Family
about him being found not guilty,

and they were throwing
allegations all over the place.

The News of the World,
they were trying to frame Barrie,

by any means possible.

That's when they all went
about Barrie.

That he could have done it, then.

He's the one that done it.

He could have murdered his daughter.

Barrie Fellows was an unloved

character in Moulsecoomb.

He had no friends on the estate.

His behaviour at the time
the girls went missing

did him no favours.

When he found out
that Nicky had disappeared,

he sat down to eat his dinner
before he got up to go and search.

A lot of people held that
against him for a long time

as a sign that
he did not love his child

and that he had something to hide.

One woman said to me,

"Barrie murdered his own daughter.

I've got the proof."

"What do you mean you've got
the proof? What's your proof?"

"He stopped and had his dinner."

Sorry, that's not proof.

The house,
it was covered in graffiti.

"Murderer."
"We don't want you here."

"Get away."

We've already lost Nicola,

why have we got to go and put up
with that sort of thing?

Despicable people.

Has it been more hard to stomach
in the sense that you've been

accused of possibly being
involved in the whole affair?

Yeah, that hurts deeply,
to think that anyone

could think that I killed
my little girl. No way.

No way. No way at all.

I deny it emphatically.

I love that girl.

It drove me and Barrie apart.

Wouldn't even let him near me,

because of what the people
were saying about him.

So I kept thinking,

"Did he do it?
Didn't he do it?"

You drop a pebble in the water,
you see the ripples going out.

It cost Barrie and Susan
their marriage.

They couldn't
live together after it.

Karen's dad, Lee.

The heartache and the agony...

...it cost him his life.

When I saw Nicky in the mortuary,

it hurt.

It hurt like hell.

I used to wear
a silver St Christopher.

I took it off and I said,

"Can you put that
around her neck, please?"

In my opinion,
the Crown Prosecution Service

did not do their job properly.

They failed my family big time.

Nigel said to me,
"What are we gonna do?"

I said, "I don't know."
He said, "I'll do anything for you".

So, it was put on his shoulders.

After that verdict
came in "Not guilty..."

...that's when I made
that promise to Nicky,

I'm gonna find the truth.

We wanted to see
if we could profile Bishop.

We took the file
to Charing Cross Hospital,

to the psychiatrist,
and asked for his opinion.

After about six weeks, he asked
to come and see him. So we did.

He said, "There's no
easy way of telling you this,

but you got a predator
paedophile on your hands."

"Pardon? What do you mean
by predator paedophile?"

You can imagine how much
that kicks you in the stomach.

Jesus Christ, what have we got
on our hands here?

He's already been found
not guilty once.

He feels he's above the law.

He told us he will attack again.

He will attack and kill again.

'50 people set off in
a march from Brighton's Wild Park.

As part of the protest,
a petition was handed to the police,

calling for the case
to be reopened.'

I'm adamant that my daughter's
killer should be found.

I won't rest until this man
or people are brought to justice.

We want justice!
We want justice!

What do we want?
Justice!

Everybody!
Justice!

'Today, Russell Bishop
was among those taking part

in the demonstration.'

We walked down the town

to the police station and, you know,

in our march, with him.

I thought,
"That smirky little so-and-so."

On the walk, you got Russell Bishop,

wearing a hi-vis vest,

giving interviews
to the media about whatever.

He was trying to put himself
as the innocent bystander.

"I'm the innocent man."

'I suppose
some people might be surprised

that you're now linking up
with the parents

of the two murdered schoolgirls,

having been accused yourself
of their murder.'

People are very surprised.

People keep on asking me
why do I keep on and on and on.

The fact is, I want to see
this case reopened.

My name isn't cleared
until someone else

is brought to justice,
the real person.

In my opinion,

a murderer had got away
with murdering two little children.

He will attack again.

He had to be stopped.

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