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90 % of the form consists of questions requiring a simple yes -no answer.

A tick in the box. It couldn't be simpler.

Where no answer is possible or the section is irrelevant, you simply jump

next relevant question.

Now, I know there may appear to be rather a lot of pages.

Mr Mullet wondered where you were.

I got as far as the door.

Oh, all right.

I saw him outside the prison.

First time in 20 years.

I wanted to go up to him and say, where is she? Where did you bury her? But

you're not allowed to, am I? He wouldn't tell anyone then. I can't see why he's

going to now.

It's still unfinished business.

Any incident can be recorded in less than two minutes, doing away with dozens

forms and freeing up time for real policing. This is cutting -edge

So, let's do it.

Jack.

The chief constable has great hopes for this super form.

Oh, well, I'm sure I'll pick it up, sir.

So am I, Jack.

The manual will help.

All right, thank you, sir.

There you go.

We've all felt our lives fall apart when a marriage or a relationship ended.

But we turned feelings of inferiority and failure, negative energy, into life

-changing positive energy, motivating ourselves, each other, making our lives

better and stronger.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

So, do we give our consent, people?

Like hell we do!

Well,

you couldn't find a better time.

There's never a better time to do anything than now, is there? We don't

believe it as long as the customers think we do.

Oh, don't say that.

Am I not the most motivated handyman in a business?

Uh -huh.

Jack.

Someone downstairs to see you.

David Cruz.

No surprise there, then.

Rachel and I will have our cars as backup five minutes away, so if anything

go wrong, you call my mobile and we'll be there.

Synchronise. Coming up to exactly 1800 now.

David.

It's been a long time.

You know he's out.

He took your time in working up an avatar.

There's not a day goes by that I don't wish my wife was still alive. But today,

I'm relieved that she's not there to see him back in the village.

He would have been advised not to return to Midlands.

Advice? For a man who strangled two 14 -year -old girls?

What sort of people let him out anyway?

Nobody told us, me.

Gloria, Charlie, we had to find out.

We haven't forgotten our daughters.

Sooner or later, Carl Mayer was going to get parole.

Look, he's not free.

Remember that. He's out on licence. He does anything wrong, he's straight back.

Oh, and you're all right with that, Jack?

I didn't say that, David, did I?

Life means life.

But maybe if he's out, he's better where he is.

The village has changed. New houses, new families. Lots of small kids.

People are afraid.

Carl's really going to need to take care.

He won't want to go out too much at night.

All right, come on, David, that's enough.

Mary and I got to bury our daughter at least.

Sometimes I watch my sister and Charlie.

They take flowers to our Jane.

They need a grave too.

If he's got to come out, can't you get someone to make him tell us where

is?

I fancy a swim.

Fancy a swim?

Oh, no. Oh, come on. Come on!

The

phone

be on all the time.

If anyone turns up, give us a shout.

Oh, Judy, come on. No.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm coming.

Katie.

You're mad.

Pacey! This bloody crazy!

Susie!

Susie, have I been half of this? Come on!

What do you do when they come?

Safety part outside the police station.

And do we give our consent to people?

Like hell we do!

Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

Item 133 in the manual of things you can do with a policeman's helmet.

Morning, Jack. All right, George, what have we got?

Roman Casale, managing director of Motivation Plus.

He was found at 9 .13 this morning.

I have a receptionist. All right, I'll talk to you later.

Serious head and face injuries.

He fell backwards down the stair and hit his head.

Some damage to the skull.

Strange choice of clothes, isn't it?

His description matches the second streaker last night.

Seen in a garden behind Denton Woods, taking clothes like these.

All right.

Is there any connection between him and the other streaker? Oh, yeah.

The one that you caught last night was his business partner, Tom Brodie.

Really? Yeah.

Well, what do you think, Doc?

Was it an accident?

A lot less Mr Cassell beat himself about the head with an iron bar.

I think he was hit before he fell.

The police took my name and address and just said someone would talk to me

later. But my car would have to stay in the M Plus car park till then.

What were the police doing?

I don't know.

Putting that tape stuff everywhere.

Oh, I got straight back in the taxi and filmed you lot.

It can't have anything to do with us, can it?

All right, George, tell me, what do you think happened here, then?

Well, as you can see, there was some sort of struggle.

Forensics should be able to tell us a bit more, but there's no obvious signs

blood.

This was Cassell's office.

The computer's still on, so I think Cassell was still at his desk.

He came out of the office to find an intruder.

There was a fight, a chase along the corridor to the top of the stairs, where

was hit with some sort of weapon.

Well, certainly a lot of blood there.

Any sign of a forced entry?

There's nothing we can see so far, no.

Why wasn't he wearing his own clothes?

Why didn't he put that tracksuit on?

Hmm?

Sorry, can't serve you.

I've got money.

No. People come in here with children.

And children on their own.

I'll pay for his, too, sir.

Are you sure?

Yes.

It's five pounds, sixteen pence.

Five pounds is fine.

You must know how people feel.

I feel some of the same thing as myself.

But the families of the girls, surely you understand.

Oh, yes.

Any of these items belong to you, Mr. Brodie?

These are mine and those are Roman's.

They were found inside your vehicle, which somebody kindly parked outside our

door.

Well, it's just a bit of fun.

Admittedly, at my expense.

So you didn't see Mr. Cassell again, not at any point that evening?

No. And you didn't go back to your office?

No. Mr Cothell did.

Did he?

Mm -hmm.

We were good medallists running in our youth.

Very good.

He was found there this morning.

Roman always was faster.

Sometime during the night, he was attacked at M +, and killed.

twist their arms to get them to take their clothes off.

The only problem was actually leaving them there with no clothes.

And the answer was a swim.

It seems a very elaborate joke, Mrs. McGreevy.

Part joke, part revenge.

Revenge is better cold, of course, and I hope they both were.

Very cold.

It was a joke!

Well, we thought it was.

But I guess Tom and Roman didn't.

We being who, Mrs Hepworth?

One day, a gang of us had a pew drink and a truth session.

There wasn't one of us Tom or Roman hadn't screwed, or tried to.

We decided to get out.

But not before we taught them a little lesson.

So you wanted to get your own back?

Why not?

You know, none of us expected sweet revenge with ending a CID interrogation.

Divorce? support group is a stable of vulnerable women, all looking for

reassurance, all needing to feel attractive and desirable.

And Tom and Roman took advantage of us.

Mr Brodie is in police custody.

Well, none of us will lose much sleep over that. I mean, I won't for one.

He's hardly going to jail.

Mr Cassell is dead.

Anything? Not yet.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Who are you?

Simon Slater. I joined last week.

You must be Jack Frost.

Yeah, that's right.

What have you got?

What did you have in mind?

Well, there was blood on the stairs and none in the offices.

But we reckon the fight started in the offices, right?

We did find some blood in the offices, actually.

Oh, really? Well, not much.

Traces on the floor in the main office and on the chair leg.

Also on the chair in Cassell's office, on the aisle.

But nothing like the amount on the stairs. It's everywhere. Full wall,

I know that. I've been there, haven't I? Look at that. It still amazes me

sometimes just how much blood a body can produce.

What does all this mean?

Don't know.

The blood on the stairs is Cassell's, but not in the offices.

Your suspect is B positive, which usefully excludes 92 % of the

And I'll get some DNA for you, too.

So, there we are.

A few hours and I've left you with nothing to do except find a match.

I was here all evening.

Can anyone verify that, Mr. King?

No, I was here alone, working.

I thought you worked for Motivation Plus.

Isn't that right?

Hey, what did it say in that brochure, George?

It's only your negativity.

It's a positivity.

I can see you don't do that, do you, Mr. King?

I'm just a handyman.

I look after the gym and the pool.

Odd jobs.

Really?

You know, I didn't realise that cleaning swimming pools could pay so well.

Anyway, did you do a couple of odd jobs at the M Plus office two nights ago?

No. I'm quite sure I didn't.

All right.

Who else lives here, Mr King?

No one.

Only, we got your address from the M Plus offices.

But downstairs, I noticed that the intercom read...

Jason Kohu.

Who is Jason Kohu?

I am.

I worked at M Plus under another name.

Would you mind telling me what your blood group is, please, Mr Kohu?

I've told you I'm being positive.

I admitted I was there. What else do you want?

You admitted that you used a false name for the month that you were at

Motivation Plus.

Uh -huh.

You're really a Jason Cohan, and you've just sold your software business for £25

million.

Why would you work as a handyman at M Plus?

I had to download material from Raymond's computer.

I can hack into most things, but I had to get inside.

This job came up, it's what I needed.

They didn't know me personally, but they knew my name.

So this was an undercover operation, was it?

I did what I had to do.

I broke the law, I'll take the consequences.

Oi, oi, oi, oi.

Sit down, come on, we haven't finished with you yet.

Why did you have to do this?

Five years ago, Brodie and Cassell were training athletes.

They put them on super steroids, supposedly not traceable, but they were.

Some of their sporting stars got lengthy bans, records stripped of them.

Now, Brodie and Cassell are making a ton of money spouting motivational

bullshit.

But most of their Motivation Plus clients are in sports.

I think they're still peddling performance -enhancing drugs.

Well, what's this got to do with you?

When the scandal broke, Brodie and Cassell were coaching a long jumper.

She was pitiful in gold.

She lost a big chance.

She couldn't handle it.

She took an overdose and died.

She knew what she'd done was stupid. She wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for

those two.

She trusted them.

They killed her.

She was Jackie Ray.

She was my fiancée.

Did you know Mr Cassell was dead?

Did you know Mr Cassell was dead when you left him lying in a pool of blood at

the bottom of the stairs?

He is beseeched.

O Lord, we beseech thee,

absolve thy people from their offences,

that through thy bountiful goodness,

We may be all delivered from the bands of those sins which by our frailty we

have committed.

We should just go, Gloria. Where is she?

Hello, Mrs. Collingham.

Please tell us where Harriet is.

Please, please, God, please.

It's the only way I can find any peace. Please, please.

Where do you think you are?

It's a teenage girl.

It's a body.

That's all I can say. We've only got the upper skeleton.

How long's it been here?

I'm looking at 20 years.

Could be 20, could be 200.

No, it's Harriet Collingham.

Right.

Is that all of it, then, Trigg? Well, of course it's all of it.

And in black and white.

Mr Mullet may be under the illusion that a click of a mouse does it all, but the

collating that matters, it's all in here.

Oh, afternoon, Jack.

It's like sniffing out drugs, isn't it?

Electronic sensors versus dogs.

Yes, all right. Thank you very much, Trigg.

Right, OK.

Look, this is Sutton's Wood, 1987.

Of course, it was all fields and farms then.

Now, the bones were found here, look.

Do you know, I was standing there this morning, and I could see that wood, I

could hear it, I could smell it.

We were there for weeks, searching.

Why didn't we find her?

Well, it's all here, Jack.

Where you dug, what you found.

Any dental records?

A dog knows what he's looking for.

We, um... We found this, Jack.

The bulldozer moved the skeleton from where it was buried.

Slater identified the original spot.

But they've got all the bones?

Most of them.

And we've got this.

Harriet Collingham's locket.

I haven't told the parents, but there's no doubt.

Doesn't make Mayer's release look any better, does it?

No. Well, we're going to have to question him.

Faced with the evidence, he can't deny it, not this time round. He's refused to

admit it before.

He denied murdering Jane Cruise for almost 20 years, even though it meant

parole board deciding he couldn't be released.

20 years ago, we didn't have a body. Now we've got a body and we've got a case.

A case, even if he doesn't confess.

I want this done by the book, Jack.

Mayor is a bit, well, slow, to say the least. I'm going to appoint an

appropriate adult. I don't want any accusations about the way that he's

questioned.

Is there anyone he knows, we should ask?

Well, there won't be a queue.

Mrs Collingham, I've got to take that with me now.

It's evidence.

He'll go back to prison?

Yes, well, he was never tried for Harriet's murder, but he will be now.

It's a bit late, I know that.

Mr Mayor, you probably don't remember me.

It's Sergeant Frost.

Detective Inspector Frost.

Sentenced CID.

I don't want Mr Collingham to be erected.

He thinks I killed Hattie. I know that.

I understand.

Mr Collingham?

Why should we arrest Mr Collingham?

Because he hit me. In the church.

No, we're here because we found the remains of the body.

And we believe that those remains are that of Harriet Collingham.

That's good news, Mr Frost.

I know it's sad, but I think it'll help Mr and Mrs Collingham.

I often prayed that they would find Hattie's body.

Thank you for telling me.

When you were tried for the murder of Jane Cruise, there was not enough

against you to charge you with the murder of Harriet. Now, I'm

that murder.

If you find who killed Hattie, you'll know who killed Jane.

Oi, don't go away. Come back here.

Colt Mayer, I'm arresting you for the murder of Harriet Collingham. George,

him his rights.

Colt Mayer.

I don't know who to talk to, but it's about the

death of Mr Cassell.

Motivation plus.

He was killed.

I did it.

I murdered him.

Is that right?

Now, when I talk to you tomorrow, you can have someone to help you.

You can have a solicitor, and you can also have someone to explain things to

you. You know, like a friend.

I don't know anyone, Mr. Preston.

And a vicar.

Yeah, she helped me.

All right.

Jack? Yes?

We've got another suspect for the Cassell murder.

Jackie Ray's father.

Where the hell did he come from? Well, Sergeant Compton thought either the

king's arms or the three tongues.

I was keeping watch.

I suddenly saw the light go on. It was too late. He was inside by then.

You heard Mr.

Kohu confront Mr. Cassell on the open phone line?

Yes. I heard them fighting.

Then what happened?

The phone went dead.

I ran to the offices.

Jason came out. He was in a state.

He just said, we're going.

He dropped me off home.

That's when I decided I had to go back.

Why, Mr. Ray?

I knew Cassell would try to put Jason in jail.

If it wasn't for him and Brodie, my child would still be alive.

I had to stop him.

How?

I tried reasoning with him.

Nothing.

Then I threatened him with what we knew, and he just laughed. He knew I was

bluffing.

I just lost my temper.

And then you killed him?

Yes.

How did you do this, Mr. Ray?

I hit him.

What with your feet?

Your feet?

It's a blur.

Where did this happen, Mr. Ray?

In his office.

Mr. Ray, we know that you were there with Jason Kohu, and I know you're

to protect the man who was to be your son -in -law.

But you never killed anyone.

I should have done.

I should have killed him six years ago.

I couldn't see Jason's life destroyed like hers.

Detective Inspector Frost, Denton CID.

Carl Mayer?

Yes.

I've been here three years.

I know David Crew as well, Charlie and Gloria too.

I know what happened.

But it's only since they came back that people have started talking about it

again.

The village is big now, new people.

It's awful, but for most of them it was ancient history.

Not any more?

Plenty of people are afraid of this man. People who never knew him.

He's brought it all back with him.

But what did he expect?

He beat and strangled a 14 -year -old girl.

Her best friend went missing the same day. All I know is two young girls went

into Sutton's Wood and never came out again.

The next day they found Carl Mayer with Jane's blood on his hands.

You saw it.

You're still angry about it.

Probably I would be too.

Yeah, well, it was the first time that I'd... I'd saw someone who'd literally

been beaten to death and got close to those who'd... who'd been left

behind.

Probably I shouldn't say this, but there is something about Carl Mayer.

The way he expects other people to behave.

I don't mean as if it didn't happen, but it's as if it happened to him too.

Oh, so he's a victim too now, is he?

I didn't say that.

Well, it's your job to help him.

I'm not interested in your opinions.

But I will say this.

Carl Mayer has made a good choice.

I've got up the noses of half my parishioners now.

I won't lose any sleep if I get up yours, Mr. Frost.

We know what you're doing.

I'm helping a parishioner.

Parishioner?

No one's going to forgive you.

My sister won't want you to bury her daughter. Not now.

You won't be able to stay here, will you?

You just have to go.

I told it all to Chief Inspector Tolbert before.

Lots of times.

Over and over.

Why do I have to say it again?

Mr. Mayor, it would be best, especially for Mr. and Mrs. Collingham, if you

told us what happened to Harriet Collingham on the 17th of June, 1987.

Now, we know that you killed Jane Cruz because you told the parole board that.

kept me inside. Otherwise, they said I wasn't taking responsibility for what

done, so I couldn't come out.

I didn't want to lie, but I couldn't leave Mum's garden.

I didn't kill her or Jane.

I'm not going to say it anymore.

I shouldn't have lied. I'm so sorry.

On the day she died, you followed Jane Cruz into Sutton's Wood, where you beat

her and you strangled her. Now, we know that because her blood was on your

hands, your face, your clothes. You were covered in it. She asked me to come and

meet her.

She said it was important.

By our tree.

Where I just found her.

She was dead.

I held her.

I kissed her.

I shook her.

I wanted her to come back.

I want to stop this, please, Mr. Frost.

Harriet. went into the woods to meet jane now i don't know whether you'd kill

jane by that time but then you killed harriet now i know that and you know

and we're going to stay here until you tell us the truth

i'd

steer clear of the salad if i were you They say it's the healthy option, but

if you knew how long that lettuce has been banged up.

How many years have you sat in rooms talking to people like that?

Too many.

And we've only just started.

I was hoping that he'd just tell us.

What do you do now?

Gather evidence.

And then I try to break him down into so many pieces that he has no option but

to tell us the truth.

Don't worry, I'll give you plenty of time to say that I'm overstepping the

because I probably will.

Will you talk to him again today?

Yes, tonight.

When he's tired.

I shall be more tired than he is.

I wouldn't eat the chocolate mousse, would I?

Are you ever actually going to charge this Mr. King, or Mr. Kohu, or whatever

his name is? Well, that's our business, Mr. Brogan. It's making my business very

difficult to run.

Well, it takes as long as it takes, sir.

I've got a session, Inspector.

Right, I ask you all to bring in your training schedules, your diet sheets,

anything and everything.

Pick them up.

Now!

Now, I want you to feed them into the tray that's down by the side of you.

George.

I'm here to turn your mind into your body's finest herbogenic egg.

Yeah. Look at this photograph.

Can you see what's missing?

Sturgeon. Exactly.

Find out if anybody knows where it is, because that would make a real handy

weapon.

That was a lot of damage.

That's the answer.

The only blood on Kohu was his own.

Cassell's blood is everywhere and not a drop on Kohu.

This doesn't mean that we won't want to question you again, you and Mr Ray.

All Josh did was keep watch. I didn't want him to be involved.

He got involved the moment you decided to play policeman.

You know how it is, Inspector.

You can never find one when you need one.

This is still a murder inquiry.

We should treat it seriously.

And there may be other charges.

This ain't over yet.

In the meantime, Mr...

It might be something you can do for me.

You still think that this Roman Cassell is involved in something illegal?

Well,

I reckon whatever it is that you were trying to download from his computer

mattered to him very much.

But you haven't found anything?

No.

I think you ought to keep looking.

The dental records match, and so does the DNA. I know you didn't need any

Jack, but I read all this.

Is there anyone else's DNA?

Well, at the moment, there's nothing to test, and the chances of finding a

fragment of someone else's tissue now are close to zero.

If there was a...

If there was an artefact that the killer had handled, a weapon, we still might

get fingerprints, but we've just got scraps of her clothing, which might

fibres, and we've got the clothing that Maya was found in.

What about the cause of death?

Well, if it was asphyxiation, there'd be nothing to find anyway.

Why didn't we find her?

I know I keep asking that question, but I need an answer.

Maybe you've forgotten what she looks like.

Here, take a look at those.

I don't need to see pictures.

I see her every day. Every day.

I bet you've never seen Harriet, though, looking like this.

She wasn't very big, was she?

Couldn't have put up much of a fight, could she, eh? Not against these, eh?

Do you remember what it sounds like to choke someone to death, do you? Let go

me, please. That's a line crossed. Let go.

She won't be able to grow old.

You took that away from her.

You knew her.

And Jane.

You played together as kids.

You owe them something.

And their parents.

And your mother.

And father.

So come on.

It's time to tell the truth.

If I'd done it, I'd have said so.

I tried to make myself believe that I'd done it.

There were times in Britain I dreamed that I had.

Who's the most left of me, Mr. Frost?

Not since I found Jane's body.

All I am is the man who didn't kill them.

Oh, yeah. All right, go on.

He's not doing it right, is he?

What do you mean?

Do you remember what I said?

Like he didn't know anything about it.

Like he expected other people to understand he's a victim as well.

For someone who's not too hot upstairs, he's a convincing liar.

The simpler the story, the easier the lie.

Did anyone... ever say, what if it's true?

What if he just found Jane's body? If he never saw Harriet?

I've seen all the awful detail.

It's hard to believe he's not guilty. Hard for me too.

And yet, Jack...

This Superform form, it's a disaster, Jack. It takes up more time than all the

old ones put together.

Maybe someone ought to tell the Chief Constable, sir.

Forensic says that Kohu's telling the truth. He didn't kill Cassell.

So, keep looking.

All right.

And, uh, Mayor.

Oh, back to square one.

He now reckons that he didn't kill Jane Cruz either.

We need a conviction.

If he walks free now that we've got Harriet's body, however it turns out, it

doesn't look good for us, Jack. Well, I'll leave how it looks to you, sir.

about forensic? Is it... Jack?

What is it?

The other day upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I wish that man would go away.

I should have known.

On the staircase.

What staircase?

Kohu. On the Motivation Plus stairs.

What's Kohu got to do with Mayer? Well, there was no blood on him.

No blood from Roman Cassell, which means that he didn't kill him. Now, Carl

Mayer had blood from Jane Cruise, but not a drop from Harriet Collingham.

That's what it says.

This doesn't say anything.

Which is the same thing, yes. No blood, no hair, no fibres, no skin.

Oh.

How likely is it that Carl Mayer killed Jane Cruise and had evidence all over

him, did the same thing to Harriet, and had absolutely no trace?

Well, it's unlikely. It's very unlikely.

But it's not impossible. It's much clearer with code.

But it asks the question that Talbot didn't ask forensic at the time. Now,

that's fair comment.

Oh, and, uh...

I know why you didn't find it.

What?

A bit of hair from a skull. That's where we found these. They live in water,

fresh water in a river.

That's where they lay their eggs and, yeah, live out their lives. They can't

exist anywhere else. That's number one.

Now, the soil in Sutton's Wood is clay.

It's all over the bones. But we also found very small deposits of this.

And this doesn't come from the wood or anywhere near it.

It comes from a river. At some point, the body was in a river.

Are you trying to say that she was drowned?

What I'm saying is that Harriet's body was in a river for quite some time.

I'd say that she was buried in Sutton's Wood after the police search ended.

The reason you didn't find Harriet was that she wasn't there, Jack.

Harriet's body had been in the water for months after she died.

But whenever she was buried in Sutton's Wood, Carl Mayer was in prison.

And he'd been in custody from day one.

Well, he couldn't have had an accomplice.

It's not that kind of crime, is it?

There was overwhelming evidence against Carl Mayer.

But nobody had bothered to look at what wasn't there.

There wasn't a trace of contact with Harriet.

Put it together, we have the possibility that Mayer told the truth originally.

I'd have to say a probability.

So, what do we do now?

Book says we've got to let him go.

And we start looking for someone who killed two girls 20 years ago.

You can put him back inside.

That's the only reason he wasn't charged with her murder, because there was no

body.

Yes, well, the discovery of Harriet's body raises some unexpected questions,

which means we won't be able to release her body for burial just yet.

I've waited 20 years.

Is this the vicar's work?

No, Charlie, it is not the vicar's work.

She wants people to feel sorry for him.

Is this what we can expect now?

Social workers, psychiatrists, a bus trip round Middlehurst for do -gooders?

Well, not here, not us.

Look, I know how upset you must feel. If he comes back here, he won't stay long.

He'll be lucky to stay alive.

Charlie, this doesn't help.

Charlie, we know, Jack.

Not anymore.

I've had enough.

I want you out of my heart, Inspector Frost.

All those years ago, I felt like you were a friend. Get up!

I've read it all, Jack.

All the statements, all the interviews, all the forensic.

If it happened again tomorrow, I can see the same thing all over.

The same mistake.

Well, that's it then, George, is it, eh? That's all right, the same reasonable

mistake. I don't mean that.

No, all right.

It's just that everybody keeps telling me it's Eddie Talbot's mistake and not

mine.

But somehow it doesn't make me feel any better.

All right.

Motivation plus.

There was a car. What have you done about it?

A car? Yes, a car.

It was in Jason Kohu's statement.

Ray mentions it, too. And it's... Oh, I just need to be

somewhere else.

I've spoken to a couple of local councillors. They're going to see Frost

Superior.

Tomorrow, a group of mothers are marching onto Carl Mayer's house.

I found the papers and radio.

Great. I'll paint some placards.

We're doing what we can, Charlie.

We shall put the fear of God in him. Not the vicar's cuddly God, the eye for an

eye, tooth for a tooth one.

If we make it uncomfortable for him, he'll go.

Well, you sort out your mother's march.

I'll seat him in my own way.

He'll be a lot more than uncomfortable.

Still haven't found anything to show that Roman Cassell was involved in

in banned substances.

I think we were wrong.

Doesn't make him clean, though. He was still using people.

How?

Cassell was using the internet for spread betting. On sports events.

All over the world.

Goal differences in football matches.

Run rates at cricket.

Athletic. You name it.

Big money.

Because he can fix the odds.

So he could have made enemies, betting syndicates.

Yeah, but if he was betting on the internet all over the world, I don't

anyone could have traced him back here to Denton.

Anyway, keep on digging.

Meanwhile, let's get back to the night that Mr.

Cassell died.

Now, you both say that you saw a car pass you after you left the M Plus

But you described it.

As thus.

Dark medium -sized saloon, Mr.

Coho.

Light large saloon or estate, Mr.

Ray. Now, that's not very helpful. Can we try harder, please?

I had a sense of it coming towards us.

But it's all a blur.

I don't know about the colour. Light dark in between. I saw headlights.

Something quite big.

Well, what about the driver?

As far as I'm concerned, it could have been a gorilla.

Certainly no gorilla.

It was a woman.

A woman? Are you sure?

Yes, I'm positive.

It was a woman.

We said goodbye in the car park.

I was picked up by a taxi. I got home, I don't know, 11 .10.

You're roughly a 15 -minute drive away from Motivation Plus. Is that about

right, Mrs Munro?

I'm very sorry what happened to Roman.

It's terrible, but if you really think we planned all that so that we could

him... Ridiculous!

I'd like to know the make and colour of your car, Mrs Munro.

Silver Alfa Romeo.

My sister was at home when I got back. It was about 11 .30.

You know what my car is?

It was left in the M Plus car park.

A blue Ford.

Good for school runs, a big boot for shopping.

Home and around 11 .30.

Give or take.

And no one else at the house?

And the kids were with Mum.

Wasn't really their sort of evening.

Cigarettes, chocolate, ice cream.

Traffic has given me all the tapes from the CCTV cameras within one mile of the

M Plus offices.

Forty hours worth.

is find the lady, only with cars.

Oh.

You'll be needing that.

Come on now! Face!

No!

Morning, Inspector.

Sergeant. Morning.

Sorry to disturb you so early.

Sorry you had to wait.

It's all run.

You'd better come in.

Good, good.

We gave you our whole game plan. We've all talked it through with you. Twice.

Well, if it's worth doing once, it's worth doing twice.

And why stop at twice?

Sure.

You say you left your friends and got home at about 11 .30?

Give or take.

Give or take two hours?

Sorry?

Well, your car, Mrs Thurwood, was recorded on three traffic cameras after

p .m.

At 11 .42...

Again at 11 .53, when you were just two minutes away from M +, and finally at

12 .56, when you were seen heading home.

All we need is an explanation.

Well, he called me that night.

When he got back to his office.

He wanted me to pick him up, take him home.

Didn't know I was involved then.

What time did he call you?

I'm not sure exactly.

Eleven -ish.

I was in the pub with the others.

Did you tell them?

No.

So... After the...

Very elaborate plan to humiliate Mr. Cassell.

He calls you and asks you for help. Now, you don't mention this to your friends,

but you drive off to M +, to take Mr. Cassell home. Now, why would you do

that?

I've asked myself that question a thousand times.

Partly because he was in a state.

A real state.

Not about the lake. It was something... Someone had broken in. That's what he

said.

And partly because... I was used to doing what he wanted.

So your relationship wasn't as casual as you told us?

No.

A year and a half.

Well, why did you join them?

Because it was fun.

Because it made me laugh and he deserved it.

And why did you kill him?

When

I

got there, he was furious.

He was...

shouting about the lake and about someone who worked for him hacking into

computer.

He thought there was some connection with us getting him out the way. It

make sense.

Roman had a temper, and when he snapped, he completely lost control.

And he looked at me, and he just knew I'd been part of it in the lake.

And I laughed.

I laughed at him.

And I thought... He's going to hit me.

No, he didn't.

I have to say that he didn't.

But I'd had enough.

He used me.

I lent him, I'd even lent him money, £10 ,000, and I said I wanted it back. And

he told me I'd never see the money.

And money...

Money was the only reason he'd ever slept with a tired old whore like me.

What happened then, Mrs Sutherwood?

We were walking by the stairs and he said something

about my... about my children.

Did they know what?

I thought I was, and maybe he would tell them.

And I lost it.

There was something on a table, a statue, and I picked it up and I hit it.

And there was blood, but he was still laughing.

And I hit him again and again.

And he fell.

I just knew, I just knew he was dead.

There's so much blood.

Could I phone my mother, Mr. Frost?

Is that all right?

To collect the children.

I've sent Mr Coho's findings to the Met, so I hope you're not involved in your

partner's vetting scams, because they'll come down very hard on you, Mr Brodie.

No -one will come near us now.

Ah, Jack, just the man. The chief constable here is on a walkabout.

Oh, hello, sir.

I've been here to see the superform in action. What's it doing on the ground?

Superintendent Mullet's expressing a few reservations.

Oh, well...

Not so much reservation. Cutting edge always has its problems.

What do you think, Inspector, from the CID viewpoint?

Well, sir, the old forms were pretty useless. I mean, nobody was happy with

them. But these new forms, these, they don't work at all.

It will.

It's been researched inside out. We went to the experts.

Remove the negative perceptions and the efficiency of positive motivation is

multiplied by your belief factor.

That's the crunch.

We haven't met.

Tom Brady, sir. Motivational psychology consultant.

May I?

Um, yeah, go on.

Your form is a succinct synthesis.

But like any synthesis, it carries the negative energy of what preceded it.

Remove that, and positivity floods the void and multiplies geometrically.

I've done it with sportsmen and women across the world.

It's less than one.

They can't go forwards if you're looking backwards.

What do you think, Mullet?

Well, I... We'll talk again, Mr Brodie.

Motivational psychology.

Good, Mullet.

Well done, Inspector.

Thank you, sir.

Smoking memories.

Takes one to know one.

He'll be in hospital for a while.

Not long.

Minor concussion.

I'm taking some things in.

This is all he wanted.

Him and Jane Cruz.

Bit odd for a murderer.

We didn't release him because there was lack of evidence.

There's new evidence.

And it's very unlikely that Carl Mayer killed either Jane or Harriet.

I'm sorry.

It's a strange thing to say.

I'm sorry for everyone.

I'm sorry for how you must be feeling, Jack.

When they first cleared the site, the bulldozer must have carried the bones

further than I thought. The original burial site is somewhere under there,

20 yards. But now she's almost complete, all except for a few very small bones.

All right, knock it down.

Jack, what are we looking for?

I have no idea. Then why knock it down? Because 20 years ago, we didn't ask

enough questions, and now... Now I can't think of anything else to do, so knock

it down!

I don't know how much of this stuff we'll identify.

Actually, it's a school bag. Is that what you'd expect?

Yes, well, it was never found.

Contents. Well, there are some clothes. Those clearly are the soles of some

shoes. The rest, books, exercise books, paper maybe. There's a plastic pencil

case. That's still in good nick.

But everything else, papier -mâché. Soaked in a river for a couple of months

buried for 20 years.

I want to know what's in that paper.

I've read your very first statement in which you said that Jane telephoned you

and asked you to meet her in the woods and also that Harriet would be going

there too.

She said they had to talk to me. Did she say why?

She made me promise not to say.

Wouldn't she want you to say no?

Harriet was running away from home.

We had to help her to do it because something had happened to her.

Do you know what that was?

If Happy said, she'd get hurt.

But who?

Who would hurt her?

She just had to go away.

That's all.

She had to go away forever.

Carl said that he won't be pressing charges, even though he's lucky to be

I don't need any favors from the man who killed my daughter.

Yes. I'm afraid I didn't have much luck with the paper in Harriet's

bag. It didn't matter how careful I was every time I touched it.

Just disintegrated.

I hope that's not it.

A friend of mine's an archaeologist. Just got back from Egypt. Alexandria.

He's studying some manuscripts from the greatest library in the classical world

that they found in the silt of the... I asked him if he could have a look at

what we've got.

All right. What am I supposed to be looking at?

It's a coach ticket, Denton, London, for the day after she was killed.

A few weeks before Harriet disappeared, you said that she was moody and there

were arguments.

There was a boy at school, I think. He dumped her.

We couldn't pile up.

It was all getting on top of her.

Growing up.

Was she frightened at all?

No.

No, she... She locked the door. She... She sobbed.

Like they do, that was all.

She'd do that often.

She locked the door on me.

She wanted to be on her own.

She'd watch television a bit, maybe.

Charlie had come in and she'd go upstairs.

How long did that go on for?

Six weeks.

And you see, Harriet told her best friend, Jane Cruz, that she was running

Well, that's rubbish.

Who said she was running away? Him?

We found this in Harriet's school bag.

It's the remains of a coach ticket to London.

She had her feet booked for the day after she disappeared.

What do you think that means?

I don't know what it means.

He killed her.

Carl Mayer killed her!

What the hell's going on?

Carl Mayer is no longer a suspect in your daughter's murder.

We don't think that he killed Jane Cruise, either.

That's ridiculous.

Now, I'm sorry, Mr Collingham, but I'm going to have to ask you a lot of

questions that you were asked 20 years ago.

Now, I do hope you will understand.

Right.

Well, to start with, where were you on the day that Harriet disappeared?

In Reading, on business.

Your business being, sir?

I was a salesman then.

I had to call into some shops, check the stock, take new orders.

And what were these shops?

It was 20 years ago.

That was the day your daughter disappeared.

That was the day that Carl Mayer was supposed to have murdered her. And all

could remember was that you were in Reading.

When they found Harriet, I thought there'd be an end to it all.

We...

That's all I want now, David.

Peace isn't an option for any of us.

Up this side is a grave.

I'm going up to Jane's grave.

I need to see her. I'm Mary.

I need to talk to her.

Will you be okay?

Well, if I had a daughter who locked herself away for six weeks and wouldn't

stay in the same room as me and was crying all the time, well, I wouldn't be

surprised if she was trying to run away. She wasn't running away.

Well, why did she have that coach ticket then? I don't know.

And she was frightened of someone.

Jane was frightened of Carl.

So was Harriet.

He'd attacked a boy Jane was going out with. Broke his nose.

Oh, don't give me that. Harriet wasn't frightened of Carl. I mean, the only two

people she trusted was Jane and Carl.

And anyway, what about these shops, Mr Collingham?

Barton's was one, and the farmer's co -op on the bypass.

Oh, really?

It's hardly a day's work, though, is it?

You think I did something to her?

Something was going on.

Something that nobody wanted to get to the bottom of. But I will. Because I

think it's got everything to do with the bones of your daughter lying on that

slab.

I wasn't working that day.

I was in Reading.

But I... I was having an affair.

A woman I work with, she was married too.

I'll need her name.

So, what frightened Harriet?

Because I think you were right.

Someone did something to her. No.

Yes.

You see, I've got a nose for it.

It's one of the more unpleasant instincts that this job puts in my mind.

She wouldn't even talk to her mother.

We've tried.

We did try.

Whose boat is that?

David?

Are you all right?

Look, I don't know what I can do to help. Couldn't we start again?

You stirred all this up.

David, that's not true.

You sanctimonious old cow.

You don't belong here.

You've never belonged.

Gloria said I might find you here.

I wanted to talk to you about your boat, David.

You did have a boat, didn't you?

You see, I know now why we never found Harriet's body in Sutton's Wood.

Because you took her on the boat.

On the river somewhere.

After what you'd done to Harriet, I suppose you had to keep her quiet.

But your daughter, your own daughter... Was it to

stop her saying what you'd done to her? Was that it?

Carl Mayer?

Carl Kilton?

No.

No, no.

Do you know what hurts me most about this now?

Is the sympathy that I had for you.

Well, for you, Gloria, Charlie.

But most of all for you.

I grieved with you.

And I'm left wondering now, if I hadn't got close to you...

Would I have been asking more questions about Carl Mayer?

Would I have listened to him?

He's not dead.

But you took away his life.

Why did you have to kill them all, David?

All she had to do was shut up.

She wanted me to do it. I know she did.

She said she didn't, but...

I'd seen her with boys.

Afterwards... Well, afterwards, I just couldn't let her run away.

They'd have gone after her.

They'd have found out Mary, Jane, a

sister.

But why did you have to kill Jane?

I didn't know Jane was there.

I didn't know she was there, but she was, she was there, she saw it.

I just had to do it. I didn't want to, but I had to do it.

Well, to stop her screaming, she screamed, she screamed, she just

screaming.

I put Harriet in the boat and I sunk it till I could find a safe place.

I didn't have to come back for Jane.

Carl found her.

Everyone thought that he'd done it.

And I knew then that God had forgiven me.

I knew what I had to do.

I put her back in Sutton's Woods.

No one would look there.

Not after you've been there.

All right, David.

It's time for us to go.

Tom.

Give me the gun.

No!

You can't blame yourself for what Chief Inspector Talbot didn't do.

I should have listened to Carl.

There was just so much evidence.

I should have had doubts.

It's my job.

When I was a constable, I was called to a domestic.

Husband and wife row.

I asked the wife if she wanted to leave, but it made up.

He said sorry. She seemed all right.

I don't know if I saw fear in her eyes as I left or if I imagined it

She was dead the next day.

Husband set the house on fire.

I can still see her face.

If you ever forget your mistakes, I think you're in the wrong job.

I'll be here if you need a lift.