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Hello?

I'm sorry to disturb you.

It's connected to Margaret Reid.

Who is this?

You don't know me.

Are you related to Margaret?

Aye, her brother.

Who is this?

My name is Eileen Banks.

Was your sister the wife of a man called Kevin Reid?

My sister's been declared dead.

You want... Um, some help?

Some answers?

My daughter Anna is nothing.

I don't understand what that's got to do with Margaret and Kevin.

Anna is Kevin's second wife.

Why have they moved me off the ward?

I like the ward.

I don't like being in this room all by myself.

You come to fix, the television is not working.

Mum, it's me.

I've taken some leave and I've moved into your flat so I can sort everything

out.

Can you see to the television?

It's not working.

Ma, it's Mike.

Don't you get over familiar with me, Sonny Jim.

Mike!

I'm sorry to bother you like this. I called your office in London and... Oh,

Hennessy.

Good God.

Hey, how are you? Good, good, man. Good to see you.

I didn't even know who else to turn to, and when I knew you were up here, I

thought, you know... Ah, she's got to see that dimension. She thought I was a

bloody TV repairman, and I'm fucking out for a private room for her. I don't

think she appreciates it.

Mike, Mike.

I'd appreciate it if we'd just have a wee drink and a chat. It's about

Your wife?

No, no, my sister.

Good few years younger than me. How are you for that, man? Oh, Margaret. Yes, I

remember. She went missing eight years ago.

Never found a trace of her. Vanished into thin air.

Her husband, Kevin Reid, he got her life insurance after seven years. Thirty

grand. And then...

Last night, I get this call from a woman called Eileen Banks.

Look, Bill, I'm only really here for a couple of days. They thought I'd my mum.

Kevin Reid moved to London, and this Eileen Banks says he married her

Now, get this.

He went missing seven months ago. Same scenario, no trace, nada.

Now, before you go back to London, could you take a look through this?

I've got a video here.

And there's some stuff there.

Now, you'll see that his brother, Ronnie, still owns a garage here. Now, I

he lied. I'm pretty damn sure his bastard brother, Kevin, lied as well.

In other news, police have been searching for local woman, Margaret

went missing three days ago.

Her husband appeared today at a press conference to appeal for help.

I'd just like to appeal to anyone who knows where My wife, Margaret, is.

Or if anyone has any information at all, I'm begging them, please,

to come forward with anything.

Yes, Margaret, if you're watching this,

please come home.

Please come home and let me make it better.

Chief Superintendent.

Aye. D .I. Jack Mullen.

Thanks for seeing me.

Often we get a hot shot from Scotland Yard up here, sir.

I know you're doing a favour, sir, pulling the old files.

I was on the KFDF back then, just in here, sir.

I'm watching that door, because the paint's all wet.

I've got no authority to make this official.

I understand that, sir.

But, as you can see for yourself, it was a pretty extensive search and

investigation.

Bo Hannity.

He got a phone call.

Yeah, he said, but, see, we have no information on the second wife, so

made any contact here. I understand how he's concerned. The guy was never off

the doorstep, sir.

And I'm missing person in London.

There's not a lot we can do about that.

Okay, what about motive?

Husband. The wife's life insurance.

He's had to wait seven years for it to be declared dead.

Should I leave you to it, then?

Good idea.

There's a coffee machine down the corridor.

Don't push too hard.

Churchill.

Mike. How's your mum?

Oh, I'm sorry, Taylor.

What?

Yeah, well, I can't really, Mike. You know, I've got to cram for my DI's

interview and I've got to have a girl with me.

All right, hold on, hold on.

Look, give me their names and I'll call them, mate.

Yeah, yeah, missing persons.

Kevin Reed.

All right, Kevin Reed and who?

Ronnie Reed?

You're Ronald Reed?

Yeah. Who are you?

Detective Chief Superintendent Mike Walker, Scotland Yard.

From London.

What do you want?

It's about your sister -in -law.

You were interviewed when Margaret went missing.

You were away.

Yeah.

Went to a Stockholm racing event.

Westmoreland, yeah, I know.

So, your brother's done all right for himself, hasn't he?

30 grand, life insurance policy.

Gave you a few quid, did he?

Abbie's in London now.

Ah, did you hear his second wife has gone missing?

Uh...

Did you know Anna Reid?

Oh, you've got a photograph of her.

That's Margaret, isn't it?

The dog.

Is it yours?

He's dead.

So's Margaret.

Almost eight years.

That's a long time to keep a photograph up, son. You must have thought a lot of

her.

Lovely looking woman.

Should have said something at the time.

But it was gone.

I didn't think it meant anything, but... I didn't... do nothing.

The box.

Oh, hello.

Hi. Oh, hi, pal. Come in.

Look, sorry about this. I've got to pack up all our stuff because the council

are going to need a flat back.

Is she not coming home, then?

No, I'm afraid not. She's going to need constant care.

Ah, whisky. Hi.

Look, I talked to Ronnie and Reid.

Eh?

And I mean, God, it took a hell of a time to get it out of him.

The more he got worked, the more worked up he got.

Aye, brothers were as different as chalk and cheese.

So, what are you saying, Ronnie?

According to him, there was a box, a kind of wooden box, and his brother made

in his dad's place.

A box?

Aye, a wooden box, like a crate for storage.

Is he saying that Margaret's body could have been in that box?

I mean, wouldn't he have checked the bloody house?

Not necessarily, Mo. And by the time they suspected she was dead, the box

have been long gone. Oh, Christ.

Now, you bastards cover for each other, don't you? Eh?

You're telling me that all the while that we were searching for her, that she

could have been in that box?

I mean, that bastard killed her.

And maybe, maybe he killed his second wife, too.

And if you cannae get him for Margaret, then at least try for Eileen Banks's

daughter, will you?

Saw this about a fucking box, Ronnie. Now how come you suddenly remember it?

I told them, but it wasn't... Wasn't what?

What?

How big was this box that was there and then not fucking there?

If anything comes of this, I'll do you for withholding evidence.

Ronnie, go.

Why? You're back.

They moved her back to the ward.

There's a little lightning in her private room.

Oh, is she getting better, is she?

No such. She ain't getting better. She never will. She even regressed when I

here. Have you got any more? Oh, I'm doing my revision.

It's easier once I'm happy to think. I'll get less interruptions.

Have you got anything for me from missing persons?

Oh, yeah, not a lot.

Putney knicker handling. It seems as if Anna Reid just walked out. Has been

reported her missing.

Joining me?

Mum, I've got to work.

It's not just the D .I.'s board. I've put in for management courses as well.

I knew her family, Satch.

The box only came up because I spoke to the husband's brother.

What box?

Yeah, the husband's made it at his father's place.

But then it was removed.

What, and you think she was inside it?

Hang on a minute, which wife?

The first one. I haven't even checked out the second.

I've got to be honest, I don't really know if I can be bothered to get

in the med of no jury's ditching in Scotland.

Or to do anything, wouldn't you need evidence linking the first wife with his

missing Anna Reid?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm not back till next week, but I really was thinking of spending some

my book.

Walker.

Yes, speaking.

I'm sorry, who is this?

Mrs Banks.

Ah, yes, Bill Hennessy.

Look, yes, no, you'll have to speak louder. I can't hear you.

Mike, keep your voice down. I've only just got... Shit.

Listen, yeah?

Detective Chief Superintendent Walker. Yes, Mrs Banks.

Eileen, please.

Eileen, come in.

As I explained to the telephone, Eileen, I am really on leave.

I only became involved... Yeah, Bill Hennessy told me.

But you have some kind of development.

I wouldn't really describe it as such, no.

Seven months.

My daughter has not withdrawn any money.

She's made no contact with me or anyone else.

What about her passport?

Her husband said it was gone, along with some money, a few clothes and her make

-up bag. Did anyone see her? No.

Nobody saw her.

No calls, no emails. She has just disappeared.

And I'm telling you, it is totally out of character for her to have done that.

Would you like a cup of tea or something?

No, thank you.

I wasn't suspicious until a private detective found the details of Kevin's

wife. Margaret.

She disappeared in exactly the same way as my daughter.

Now, isn't that reason enough to arrest him?

This man is a monster.

Mrs Banks, there really is nothing more I can do.

Well, you should.

He's moved in a new woman. Did you know that?

Younger, of course. Jenny something. Thinks she worked at the same dental

practice.

Living with her.

Yeah, what do you think?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Draw breath, Geoffrey.

You won't believe it, but I've got three.

Box found in Devon nine years ago.

Decomposed body and still unidentified.

Another one in Manchester, but it turned out to be a dog. A St. Bernard.

I think the best bet.

It would be one I covered six years ago.

It was found near a derelict building, and I reckon animals had started to dig

it up. Anyway, two kids found it. Probably thought it was buried treasure.

think... Jeffrey, don't think. I'll get in touch. Do they still have the box?

I didn't ask. Sorry.

They have retained the skeleton.

The reason I think this could be your victim is because it was a female with

auburn hair.

You thinking of moving in here with me?

Listen, this just came through this morning.

But it leaves me in a kind of a Cancer 22 situation.

I mean, with the original investigation being up in Glasgow, it could be a wild

goose chase.

It's half past nine in the morning. I'll be with a child monitor and sit aside

the entire day to prepare for the interview. Satch, a box containing a

female, was found in woodland near Thirsk and Yorkshire and has been

unidentified for six years. Why are you telling me this? I'm saying we should go

up there and check it out. No, why? Yeah, I'll pay for the petrol. They're

trying. Look, we can use the time. I'll brief you on the promotion process. I

know the scores.

No! No, I am not driving you to bloody Yorkshire.

Here's our victim.

I had a couple of trainees remove it from the storage.

And it's wrong.

Left ulna.

Right ulna.

Dear, dear, dear.

This is a metatarsal.

Wrong way round.

I appreciate this, Doctor.

It was skeletonised when it was found.

We were unable to give you a cause of death.

There are no visible signs to the skull or the torso, and the only wounds are to

the severed legs.

We had no wedding rings or any other items left inside the box.

Forensics discovered no fibres from carpets, clothing, etc.

And your killer had to feather the victim's legs above the knees in order

the body into the box.

Jesus. Some kind of jagged tooth saw was used.

I put her age at around early twenties, hair reddish brown.

Cut off above the knee, I mean that's a big bone isn't it?

And it would have taken some time.

Due to the decomposition, the wooden box was coming apart and then it had been

infested with bugs.

They didn't leave much.

Margaret's dentist?

Her husband.

Well, so far, records were compared with the body in the box, and they should

have matched.

Yeah, only if he handed over the correct ones.

Sorry about that.

Took me a while to locate it.

Right.

The box was retained for 18 months, but apparently it was rotten, falling apart,

health hazard.

The legs were on top of the body to fit it in.

As far as I've gathered, they did a very extensive search and inquiry, but, as

you can see, obviously, they didn't have all that much to go on.

The wood is a common cheap plywood, and the box had reinforced edges there.

These were pine strips.

Yeah, did they know if it was homemade or a crate bought over the counter?

According to this, they thought homemade.

OK, did they know if the person who made it had any experience of carpentry?

No idea.

These are interesting.

And were kept?

Two large nails.

Very old.

Unusual striation patterns.

Probably forged at a blacksmith's.

I've got to get back, Mike. The child mine is costing me eight quid an hour. I

can't put that on my expenses, can I? No, Kevin's father was a carpenter. The

box was in his place for some time.

He would be the first one to question.

Well, that would be a bit difficult to consider. He's in his own box. It was

Margaret, dear Mullins. I know it. Same height, hair colouring, everything.

If it was found in Yorkshire, they might want to head up any mental inquiry.

So, it could get quite complicated.

Yeah, and that bastard could be lining up with Scotland. Look, don't give me

this crap about jurisdiction between Yorkshire and Scotland.

Hello?

Hello?

Mullet? Hello?

Damn, the signal's gone.

Yeah, here's mine.

Have you found out what kind of car your dentist was driving at the time

Margaret went missing?

No. Well, he'd have to have something big enough to fit the box in, wouldn't

And if he hadn't, maybe he had a van.

It'd be a hard push to fit a box that size in a minute, wouldn't it?

I'll get it.

You stop serving.

Whatever it is, tell them we'll call them back.

Shit.

It

was

your brother.

He seemed upset about something.

Probably getting up the guts to ask for another loan. Darling.

When you put a hot plate on a table, put another mat there.

I'll talk to him. You serve.

Yep. They found a body.

Could be Margaret's.

Are you listening?

Yes, Bill, I'm listening.

No one has contacted me, so...

There have been others, Bill.

I won't get my hopes up.

Hopes up?

You two -faced, lying wee shite.

Your only hope was that you'd get away with it.

And your second wife, have you killed her too?

Oh, and Ronnie.

Ronnie's been helping police with their enquiries.

And your own brother.

Time's running out, Kevin.

I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to meeting Ronnie or not.

Is it him again?

Yeah, he's in trouble as usual.

But at least it's only 500.

That was delicious.

Thank you.

I wondered if... If it was about Anna.

To be honest, I do every time the phone rings.

But it's getting easier.

You have made my life worth living, Jane.

I don't know how I would have got through these past months.

You know, I've been thinking about us, about really making a clean break.

You know, say moving to, well, I'm not sure where to. Just sell

the house and emigrate.

Emigrate? Yeah.

My main concern is that you may not want to come with me.

Darling, I'm sorry if I don't sound enthusiastic.

It's such a big decision.

And then there's your practice.

I had to talk about it in bed.

Okay.

You could persuade me to do anything from there.

You know what I'll do?

You get into the bath and leave the dishes to me and I'll bring up coffee.

I don't believe this.

It's true.

Okay. Okay.

It's a deal.

I want you to look at some photographs.

I want you to have a really good look at these.

The box you were talking about, you said it was about that size?

Is that right?

Take a look.

Take a good look.

Is that the box that was at your dad's place?

It's not big enough to fit a body inside though, is it?

Is it?

That is unless you amputate the legs above the knee, like so.

Don't give me any more of your crap, Ronnie.

After your sudden fucking recall of memory about this box, you spill it out.

You're making me look like a right prick.

You calling me a prick, bro?

No.

Your brother was making a box.

On your father's carp and three bench.

Is that right?

Is that right, Ronnie?

The carb ratio against that one.

Did you help him with it?

It must have been heavy.

If Margaret's body was in it, it must have been heavy.

Does it? I did not.

I'm going to clean this up, Ronnie.

If this gallon turns out to be magma, I'll be back for you.

Okay, so, here we have the two wives of Kevin Reed, Margaret and Anna.

Both of them went missing in very similar circumstances. Both just

without trace. One in Scotland, one here in London.

Sorry, I'm D .I. Moore, and I am... You're late. Sit down.

Ronnie Reed, suspect's brother, mentioned seeing a box at his father's

the time they were searching for Margaret.

The skeleton was found six years ago in this box, obviously big enough to take

the body.

As you can see, the legs were amputated above the knee.

Now, with the DNA from her brother and sister, the skeleton has now been

identified as Margaret Reid, but her dental records don't match.

Now, that in itself is bloody suspicious, given that they were

suspect and he's a dentist. So the question is, is this the box that was

Kevin's dad's place?

Motive. Kevin got 30 grand payout.

From a life insurance policy, when Margaret was presumed dead, he sold

Glasgow house for 95 grand, then headed for London.

Is there a life insurance policy on the second wife?

Yes, he could stand to gain 50 ,000, but we've searched Kevin Reed's surgery and

house and no incriminating evidence was discovered.

How many people have two wives gone missing?

I want to elevate your case to that of a full -scale murder inquiry.

But without a body... It's imperative you liaise with Glasgow to ensure we

all the facts to date.

Reviewing the similarities, it also seems that we have no weapon, no

and in both cases, apparently, no real motive.

Well, there's one for starters.

Even though he did have to wait seven years, money.

But he has a substantial dental practice. He earns good money. Yeah, a

lot more than he made in Glasgow. You said it. He's rich. He's successful. He

comes to London. He buys a practice.

Maybe his wife, first wife, held him back.

He comes from a decent, hard -working family.

Not well -educated. She didn't work.

Different from his second wife. She was well -educated. The mother's got money.

So what do you say? He just got bored and wanted to change wives? No, no, no,

no, no.

You have to have a lethal streak to cut up a body and fold it at the knees.

If he did it... He did. I'm damn sure of it. And if you had treated Anna Reid's

disappearance as high risk... But she wasn't.

According to her husband...

Her passport, some clothing, a make -up bag and some cash from the dressing

table were missing.

Yeah, yeah, he says.

But according to her mother, to take off without contacting her or anyone else

is completely out of character.

You should have paid more attention to her.

Now, what do we know about this woman?

The one who has moved into the suspect's house.

Jenny Miller, 22, dental hygienist, single, no police record.

Kevin Reed has at all times been extremely helpful and accommodating in

search of both his dental practice and his home.

Yeah, I read your reports.

From your question, I didn't think you had.

Geoffrey, what have you got on Kevin Reed's vehicles?

Yeah. Well, where is it?

Well, it seems our dentist has an eye for specialist cars. At the time his

wife, Margaret, went missing, he was driving a Jensen Interceptor.

Very classy set of wheels.

Now, do you think a box the size the body was found in could fit into the

of a Jensen?

I wouldn't know. I drive a Ford Fiesta.

Let's find out. With me on this one.

Don't do that.

Huh?

Stab your fingers at me.

I've worked long and hard to achieve this rank and I'd like some respect.

I would like you to accompany me, Detective Inspector Lynch.

Mr Salam.

No, sir, he's in Dubai.

I'm Jim, his personal mechanic.

Hello, Jim.

Detective Chief Superintendent Mike Walker.

This is D .I. Moira Lynch.

This is the Jensen.

Mr Salam said you could look over it.

Thanks. Pop the boot open for us, will you, Jim?

How much would this have been worth?

Oh, that would depend on the condition.

Back then, a good specimen might be...

Fifteen grand?

Moira.

Look. Four spades.

Two scratches, deep.

Paint chipped.

Jim, those marks on the boot, how did they come about?

Those scrapes were on the inside of the boot when the car was purchased.

104.

Inches. 41.

18 inches.

Tight fit, really tight fit.

I'll get Socker onto it, get forensics to mock up an actual box to test.

Yeah, but if it does match, that's another nail in Kevin's coffin.

Afternoon.

Kevin Reid.

Mike Walker.

Elijah, what can I do for you?

I'm afraid I have some very distressing news, Mr. Reid.

Margaret's body has been recovered.

Oh, God.

Would you like to sit down?

You sure as hell.

Yes, we have DNA confirmation.

Where is she?

She was buried on waste ground in Yorkshire.

Yorkshire? In a box.

Do they want me to see her?

Not unless you wish to do so.

I'm really very sorry.

It's a relief.

To be honest, I'd come to terms that she was dead, obviously.

Nevertheless, it is still shocking.

It must be.

Considering you're now going through a similar scenario with your second wife,

Anna.

To have one wife walk out on me is bad enough, but two, well... Do you think

it's a coincidence?

Mr. Reid, Margaret was murdered and her body was amputated.

The amputation was to ensure the body would fit inside a box.

I'm sure you don't want to sit down.

I did not kill my wife.

If you have any evidence to even implicate me, then I suggest I have a

present.

Nothing for you to say.

Did you ever make or use a box like this?

It looks to me like a packing box.

I built similar ones for when I moved here from Glasgow.

I couldn't be sure.

Apparently, you are currently cohabiting with a Miss Jennifer Miller. Was this

relationship going on before?

What has happened between us is very recent.

She's been a contact support.

Excuse me.

Yeah? You have two more patients, Mr. Reid.

Oh, and Jenny dropped in today. She's gone home.

Thank you.

Miss Miller.

Is she aware of your previous situation regarding Margaret?

Yes, she is.

Please.

Hello, Rebecca.

Come on in.

I promise, no drills today. Just a check -up, OK?

Hi, Mrs Matthews. Sorry to keep you waiting. It won't be long.

DCS Mike Walker.

Do you need a hand?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Do sit down.

Are you aware that Kevin Reed was married before?

His wife was called Margaret, and she disappeared from the marital home in

Glasgow about eight years ago.

But... Oh, I'm sorry.

Mr Reid told me you knew of his first marriage.

No.

Margaret's skeleton has just been recovered.

Anna is his second wife, and as you well know, she has gone missing.

Did you know Anna?

Yes, yes, I knew her.

Can you show me around?

Um, yes.

Kevin has kept all her things.

This is Anna's workroom.

She was setting up a business on the internet, making curtains and clothes.

That's her computer.

And as you can see, all her things.

And Mrs. Banks has been here.

She said she wants everything.

But she hasn't collected any of it, even though she insisted that nothing be

taken away.

Understandable. Anna is her only daughter.

Has all this been checked over?

Yes.

We only packed them up when Kevin was told that he could.

So he's not expecting a home?

Jenny?

Jen. What the hell's going on?

Do you have a search warrant to be here?

Miss Miller kindly showed me upstairs to Anna's workroom.

I think you'd better leave now.

Thank you very much, Miss Miller. You have been very helpful. Just go.

Jen?

Why didn't you tell me about your first wife?

Have you any idea what it's been like for me to go through this again?

It almost destroyed me the first time.

Why did she leave?

I don't know.

I swear to God, I don't know.

He said they found her skeleton.

Yeah, I've only just been told. That's why I came home early, to tell you.

Please tell me you don't think I had anything to do with her death.

She walked out on me.

So did Anna.

And right now I just can't deal with it. Jamie.

I want Kevin Reed's house searched again.

I've just left there. He's a right smarmy bastard.

He may be, but we've already done a very thorough search. Just do it. Rip the

place apart this time.

Right. If that's what you want, I'll sit the wheel of emotion.

Yes, it is what I want, Moira. Get it underway first thing in the morning.

Yes, sir. I'll oversee it personally.

Good. That something is.

Would you like me to help you? Don't touch one thing.

You know, I don't care if you're having an affair with him. I don't care about

that. But if you had anything to do with Anna, if you were the reason she

left... Mrs. Banks, Kevin and I were just friends before.

Well, you're a damn side more now, aren't you? I've seen all your clothes

daughter's wardrobe.

You can't hide her. You can't get away from her by packing everything up and

shoving it into a box.

Mr Reid here.

What's all this about?

I said Mrs Banks could take everything. I don't want them here. Oh, no, it's not

just about your wife's belongings.

We're going to need to search the entire house. What are you looking for? I have

a search warrant, Mr Reid.

Breakfast. Lunchtime to me. I've been up since the crack.

Development. During the search we found a computer memory stick.

Tech support at Newland Park have checked it over and they've found a

looks like a journal written by Anna.

What do you mean?

Like a diary? No, I mean a journal.

What did it say?

It's only just come in. I haven't had a chance to read it yet.

But I thought you checked over that computer before.

Yes, we did. There was nothing on it. Then we found this memory stick.

So how come you missed it first time around?

Because it wasn't with the computer files. It was in a sewing drawer muddled

with the bloody reels of cotton.

It is, in case you're not aware, just the size of a disposable lighter.

Now, do you want to look at this printout of the journal? It may take

I'll get some coffee.

Do you want anything?

Oh, God, I am starving.

I want pizza.

I want, um, cheese, pepperoni, olives.

And... Oh, no anchovies. Thanks.

I brought the fabric today and I'm going to start making up the dress. Be a

surprise for Kevin. I think he must like it as it's with all the other patterns.

Yeah, here's one from four weeks before she disappeared.

Ronnie tried to hit Kevin for more money and became very abusive when Kevin

said, no, I really can't understand why Kevin takes this from him.

I've got one.

Two months before she disappeared.

I've told Ronnie that Kevin can't keep him out of debt.

He got angry when I said Kevin wasn't at home.

Listen to this next passage.

I know it was Ronnie. He was stalking me when I went to work, but when I told

Kevin, he didn't believe me.

We went out for dinner together. We've decided that it's time we maybe try for

baby.

So fingers crossed. I love him so much.

Can't you realise how important this is?

Anna's diary, journal, whatever you want to call it, really puts Ronnie in the

frame. Hmm, I understand.

But for Anna, and not for Margaret when Margaret disappeared, Ronnie was at a

stock car race.

Have you thought of trying patches?

I told Kevin that Ronnie needs to get some help.

He's really crazy and I'm scared.

Then there's another reference to the dress she was making Sunday evening.

That's her last entry about the dress being finished.

Sad. She seems so nice.

The next day she went missing.

Walker.

Oh, yeah, thanks for getting back to me.

You did a search of Ronnie Reed's garage and bedsit, didn't you?

D .I. Mullins.

Yeah, look, for Christ's sake. Yeah, look, just strip it down again, will

You're looking for a particular type of nail. It's an old -style flathead or

diamond shape with unusual striation marks.

I'm not taking it.

The same ground now as Margaret's coffin.

Thank you.

I'm arresting you on the suspicion of the murder of Margaret Rees and the

suspicion of kidnapping Anna Rees. Anything you say will be taken down and

against you in a court of law.

One shot. Let's get it over with.

So, what's the consensus?

Did Ronnie do it?

You tell me.

He's not as back -bubbed as you think, you know.

Is that all you've got?

No.

We've got Anna's diary from our computer.

We know that Kevin shows up for his brother, probably to keep him quiet.

He lives in a scummy bed set.

His garage barely takes over. He's got an overdraft.

He can't be paying a lot more.

Have you got anything on a personal life? No.

All he seems to care about is stock car racing. In fact, he was in London when

Margaret went missing.

What about when his second wife disappeared?

He was working in Glasgow, but there's no alibi witnesses.

Is that really worth the plane ticket, that?

Jackie boy, I spent three days in Glasgow and got Ronnie to admit seeing a

Mr. Jaheed Jeffers, one of our solicitors, is in with him already.

Jaheed what?

Does he need an interpreter?

He's actually a very experienced solicitor.

Yeah, I think I want you in with me on this one, Moira.

We could do with a fresh pair of eyes.

Would you look at the photographs again, please, closely?

They are blow -up photographs of the nails used to hammer down the box lid.

My client stated when arrested that the nails found in his place of work are of

a similar kind, but they belong to his late father.

Is that correct, Ronnie?

Mr. Reed's father requested that the box be removed by my client's brother,

Kevin. He was irritated that it took up space in his house. Mr. Jeffers, you can

advise Ronnie as you see fit, but we'd appreciate it if you let him answer the

questions for himself.

Ronnie, who built the box?

My dad said that Kevin built it.

You borrow a lot of money from your brother, don't you?

Mr. Reed's estate was left to Kevin with the provider that he shared the profits

from the sale of his house and contents with Ronald. Mr. Jeffers, please let

Ronnie speak.

Did Kevin ever give you any of the profits, Ronnie?

I was always asking for money.

But it was due to me.

Did you get on well with Margaret?

Ah. I should inform you that when my client returned to Glasgow and was

his sister -in -law was missing, he joined the search party. That's the

knew of Margaret going missing.

Is that correct, Ronnie?

Yes. Were you infatuated with her?

I was... fond of her. Just fond there was more to it.

Did she reject you?

No. No. See, Ronnie, it's really difficult, as we don't have the exact

death. We only have the date she first went missing. It's possible Margaret was

killed before you left London.

Left in a box, and then you returned... My client made a witness statement to

Glasgow CID that on the day he left for London to compete in a stock car race,

he saw Margaret.

So, Ronnie, take me through what happened the day you went to see her.

He wanted me to have the dog.

Yes, sir.

Ronald said he... Enough is enough, Jeffers. From now on, I want Ronnie to

answer for himself.

Okay, take a look at this photograph of how Margaret's skeleton was found.

Her legs were amputated so she could fit inside the box.

Now, Ronnie, you provoked... This inquiry, because you stated that you saw

box at your dad's. No, my client stated he cannot be certain that this was the

box he saw. Somebody had cut up her body with a saw so that it could fit,

Ronnie, fit inside this box.

Then they took the nails and hammered down the leg, the exact same nails where

they found it.

Ronnie!

Ronnie, you stupid sinner!

Sit! I did not do that to Margaret!

No, but you know who did that, right?

No. Is that right, Ronnie? No.

Okay, I want to question you, but Anna Reid, your sister -in -law... Excuse me?

When I first mentioned Anna, you said you didn't even know that Kevin had

remarried. Excuse me? That was a lie. What is it? Because you did know her,

you met her on many occasions.

No. No?

You used to drive your brother's car to London from Glasgow, didn't you? That's

how he paid you off, buying expensive, customised vehicles.

Yes. Yes, you did know Anna.

Stop lying, Ronnie.

We know you visited your brother's house.

We know you made threatening phone calls to his wife. We know you knew her.

So, was it because she was as beautiful as Margaret that you just couldn't stand

it anymore?

No.

No.

Arrange an overnight for D .I. Mullins. Make it a cheap B &B, will you? God,

he's a sarcastic bastard, isn't he? So are you.

Search.

Three of them sat like stuffed shirts in front of me.

One in the middle taps his pencil and says, Detective Sergeant Satcher, we now

have many homosexual officers.

What are your feelings about the fact that one in four men is gay?

What? I said, well, I know I'm straight, so it's got to be one of you three.

Yeah.

I didn't think it was funny, so I got off on the wrong foot.

Yeah, but you sailed through the suspicious death scene, right? Yeah,

thought I had, because the scenario was virtually identical to the one you

warned me about, but I forgot about the biologist.

I should have spent more time preparing.

You can always do it again, and you'll get there eventually.

I really needed this, Mike. You know, Kay's pregnant again.

Yeah, well, you've only got yourself to blame for that one, Satch.

I'm not work -obsessed like you, Mike. I can't just eat and sleep

investigations. Oh, well, don't worry, Satch.

I'm sure with your experience you'll get yourself a nice cushy security job. Oh,

sod off, Mike. You've got all your priorities stuffed up, you know.

You don't even need to be here. You're on leave.

And you're on thin ice, Satch. I'm doing my job.

I've gone over the references to Ronnie and Anna's journal with Mr Jeffers.

Oh, has he?

A bit taken aback.

Yeah.

I bet it was.

Do you know how many gays there are on the map?

Male or female?

Chief Superintendent Walker, we need to discuss this computer journal allegedly

kept by Anna Reid.

I've gone over it with my client. He'd like to inform you of alibi witnesses.

Witnesses? A number of entries that state my client was in London are

On two dates...

Ronald had clear recall of where he was, and he was not in London.

When his sister -in -law claimed that she was certain she was being stalked,

Reed states that he was with a prostitute called Megan Donnelly in

The weekend Anna Reed disappeared, on the Saturday, my client was delivering a

Mercedes to Newcastle. He saw Megan Donnelly that night also. Therefore,

entries are false.

My client denies ever meeting Anna Reed.

Hmm? If you don't have any other evidence, I suggest you release him.

I'll consider his release when I've checked out these witnesses.

But my client refutes your allegations, Ronnie.

Your client brought up that box and I'm damn sure knows a lot more than he's

admitted. Until I'm satisfied, he stays here.

But...

This

isn't right.

I remember her.

Making the dress, she asked me if I had a red belt.

That's why I remember the date.

You're doing really well, little friend.

I really appreciate you coming in.

And this is another one.

And I'm sure Anna never even met Kevin's brother.

There's an entry here that says what Anna did.

Had a hair appointment, manicure, and then worries about these weird phone

calls. There's also a reference to Anna being followed by Ronnie. Yes.

I saw her on both afternoons.

She was with me.

We were shopping for my friend's wedding outfit, and I was the one who had the

appointment.

Not Anna.

We'll get Anna's home computer and the memory stick.

Examine biotechnical units if there's any inconsistencies.

I didn't know I'd even kept this journal.

So what?

She wrote it up on her computer.

It was at the house.

So surely Kevin could have had access to it. The experts will be able to

determine dates and times of entries.

And whether any sections have been deleted or written over.

Thanks for coming in with us.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Okay, thanks.

What happened?

Beyond belief.

They've arrested Ronnie for Margaret's murder and they think he had something

do with Anna's disappearance.

I can't.

I've had a very expensive solicitor.

I thought you said Anna didn't meet Ronnie.

She didn't, as far as I know.

Are you keeping these?

No. Oh, Lord.

Did they even take away the sewing machine?

Eileen took whatever they didn't want. You know what a busybody she is.

To be honest, I can't hold it against her, you know.

If you worshipped Anna, this must be driving her crazy.

Jen, I don't think I can go out tonight.

I'm going to call the police. No, no, no, no. You go. You go.

You can make my excuses. Maybe not the right reasons, just... Sorry, I... I

think I should stay here, just in case Ronnie or his solicitor calls, OK,

OK.

You go. You've got a birthday present and everything.

Sure? Yeah.

Won't be too late.

Why now?

Why mention the box now?

Maybe you want to get his brother into trouble over the money.

You think the same as Mrs Banks that Kevin inserted those entries into Anna

Reid's journal?

To implicate Ronnie.

Tip for tat.

No, there's more to this than tip for tat over money.

Margaret Reid was butchered, her legs hacked off, she was stuck in a box and

left to rot.

By one of them or both?

Kevin seems the obvious one, and to be honest, Ronnie doesn't seem capable.

Maybe one of them is the killer and the other brother's protecting him. Yeah,

but why wait seven years to mention the bloody box?

Something jogged his memory or pricked his conscience.

Yeah.

Anna Reid.

And she's dead.

I know she isn't, so do they.

Ronnie.

Someone has written lies about you.

Someone has tried to implicate you in the disappearance of Anna Reid.

Your brother.

What do you have to say to that?

Nothing.

Let me ask you something.

Why did it take so many years for you to even recall seeing the box?

Why not?

Was it out of spite?

Never met her.

You will be released on police bail, Mr Reid.

You may have to stay in London.

I may need to re -interview you.

Once we've spoken to your alibi witnesses, you're free to go.

Tony, you all right?

Good thing, right?

Did you set that up?

Me? No.

Coincidence.

Better get some ice for his nose and have an FME check if he's fit to be

interviewed.

Just breathe. It's all right. Leave me alone.

So what happened, Mr. Reed?

Did you find out that your wife Margaret was sweet on your brother?

Do you know he's still got her photograph up in his garage?

You've met my brother. He's practically illiterate.

You saw what he can do.

So you've got your loser brother shagging your wife.

And that didn't bother you, no?

You know, you're really plumbing the depths with these accusations.

Especially as neither woman can defend herself.

Yeah. Anna's dead, isn't she?

I don't know.

Look, if your intention is to put me under pressure with these farcical

inferences that either of my wives had sexual relationships with my brother,

then it isn't having the effect you want.

I knew both my wives very well, and I can assure you that neither of them

contemplate having a sexual relationship with the likes of Ronnie. How can you

be sure?

Because I knew them.

I loved them.

They loved me.

Why did they walk out on you?

I don't know.

Perhaps I was too obsessed with work and didn't spend enough time with them.

This the vehicle you were driving at the time your first wife went missing?

Yeah.

Can you explain the two grooves on either side of the boot?

Well...

What about this one?

Do you recall this one?

That's the box that Margaret Gallopin was in, right?

Oh, I feel a little confused. Surely that's too small for a body to be

Oh, no, Kevvy, not if it was cut off at the knees.

Did you make this box, Mr Reid? I've already said that I built numerous and

quite possibly similar ones for men I moved from Glasgow to London.

Do you recognise these?

Yeah.

My father had lots of these in his toolbox, but then he was a master

You were Margaret's dentist.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Now, can you just explain to me, Kevin, how come you ended up giving over the

wrong set of dental X -rays to the Glasgow place?

As I recall, an officer helped himself to Margaret's dental record. It wasn't

you.

Anyway, all I know is a file was taken. If it was the incorrect one, then they

made the mistake.

In his defence, I had numerous patients with the same surname. There was Megan,

Mavis, there was Morag.

It's an easy mistake to make.

Did you kill your wife?

No, I did not, and I now wish to have a solicitor present if you wish to

continue questioning me.

Can I go?

There are no charges against me, am I rather correct?

But there is a rather obvious blue van parked opposite my property.

Registration number ALF309.

Now, I'm aware that this is a surveillance vehicle and without due

reason for monitoring my private life.

I'm sure this is a breach of my human rights, so I want it removed or I will

take legal action.

Well, that was a waste of time, wasn't it? Yeah, well, what else could I do,

Jack? We never get nothing on him when he bloody well knows it.

He's one step ahead of us and always has been.

Like providing the wrong dental records for Margaret. I never picked up the

dental records, Mike.

Mike, I've had Bill Hennessy on the phone. He said it was urgent.

Oh, would you tell him I'm busy?

Yeah, it's about your mother.

Thanks, man.

Is she dead?

Because if she is, he's going to have to go up there and sort it out, isn't he?

Kind of flatlines the inquiry a little bit, doesn't it?

I think I'll be able to handle it.

Thanks.

Have they found her?

Aye. They're like horned pigeons.

She was trying to get back into her own flat.

We're just checking her over now.

Can't get much sense out of her. How the hell does she manage to get out of here

and make her way over to the estate?

She picked up a visitor's coat.

She would?

How long has she been missing?

Only since last night.

Mr Walker?

Yes? Your mother seems none the worse for her disappearing act. You can see

now. Thanks.

I'll wait you here, Mike, all right?

She did have a fall, so be warned, there are some bruises. But when they're

frail, they often look a lot worse than they are.

We think she may have taken a tumble on the stairs.

I brought in a little radio for her. She'll love music.

Mrs Walker, your son is here.

I was at competition level.

Never like the waltz or the quick step.

The rumba. The cha -cha -cha.

Got to be light on your feet.

My husband, he never danced with me.

Not once.

Mrs Walker, you've got a visitor.

It's your son.

I made my own dress for the old -time medley. My skirt, sequins, yards

of net.

She's fine.

Nothing broken that may be her dreams.

The radio, if you want me to turn it off.

No, I just want to see it.

Hello, Ma.

It's Mike.

If you didn't have the right shoes... Oh!

I saved up.

I did extra creeling work.

Oh, but they were silver.

Strappy. Just a little heel.

Never danced with me.

Had to be a secret.

Or they'd get nasty.

Let's go find Ronnie's tat.

Ah, you know, dentist.

Last car.

We never liked him.

But Margaret was impressionable.

Do you think Ronnie could have come on to Anna?

No, the second wife.

Maybe out of spite to get back at Kevin.

The only person Ronnie should have got back at was his dad.

You know Stammer?

Well, he never had that until his father beat the shit out of him.

Right drunken bastard he was.

Ah.

This is it.

Ronnie a regular, was he?

Can't believe it.

Never thought Ronnie would do that.

Then again, I never knew him, you know.

Margaret used to knock about with him before Kevin came in the scene.

Before she dumped him like a hot potato.

What?

You stay here.

Do some thinking.

See if you can remember anything else you should have told me.

Well, what can I say?

I see him quite regular.

But, you know, like, weekly.

Sometimes months in between.

He's an all right bloke.

No funny stuff.

Straight. The last time Ronnie was here, about eight months ago, are you sure

about the correct date? Yeah.

I've been asked about it. It was booked in, paid by credit card.

Credit card?

Yeah, for our protection.

Full massage.

Said he really needed it.

that his back was killing him, that he'd been doing a lot of driving, or maybe

it was stock car racing and he did that. Megan, did he seem nervous or agitated

when he was here?

I mean, I know you girls have a way of putting your clients at ease, but was

there anything different about him?

No. He didn't talk a lot.

Just that he delivered a car to London, then another to Newcastle. Got a

backache. Just say that to me again.

He delivered a car to London that same weekend?

Well, yeah.

That's what he said.

You are an absolute doll.

Can I open it up for you?

Yeah, bloody murder inquiry. They already had a search warrant.

I can get it out for you.

was open, was it?

Yeah, I get tired awake.

This better be it, wasn't it? It could be.

Ronnie Reed was in London the time Anna went missing.

He could have driven her body back here.

He could have brought Margaret back here.

I heard the place.

She's not here.

Nothing. She's not in his bed.

A place to cling to.

Minutes.

Petrol receipt.

London.

March 16th.

Ronnie was lying.

Tech guys have confirmed that some of the journal entries on the memory stick

were made after Anna Reid disappeared.

By Kevin?

He had access to it.

Well, you know Ronnie was lying about not being in London at the weekend.

He drove the Porsche down from Glasgow on Friday the 16th. But he was back in

Glasgow on the Saturday night.

Anna's last seen on the Friday by neighbour. Saturday, Sunday, Kevin

spent the whole weekend together.

Monday, he goes to work, reports are missing later that afternoon.

What if he killed her on Friday?

Give him plenty of time to dispose of the body.

We've got CCTV footage from near the house for the whole weekend, and Anna

doesn't appear on any of it. Well, let's check it again, and this time we look

for the Porsche.

I know you were brought on to cover for Walker, but that's no reason to behave

like him.

You check it.

I was out in the waiting room having a chat with your boss and he said it was

okay to come and check this out.

Explain to me how many drugs it would take you.

I'm a real coward when it comes to the dentist.

You have to knock me right out, Valium drip.

Can you tell me what other sort of drugs a dentist has access to,

specifically to drug a patient?

And mobilize them.

Why are you asking me this?

Because we're concerned for your safety.

Mine? It's possible.

Kevin Reed killed his first wife.

Maybe even his second.

With these sort of medical supplies, it would be easy for him to administer some

sort of drug, and that would enable him... Miss Miller?

You look like you need the chair. Sit down.

If he knows something, don't protect him. I'm not protecting him.

But I think he's right. It's really his harassment that is putting a strain on

both of us.

I'm sorry about that.

Does Kevin really have a laptop here?

There's a computer in reception.

Why? Maybe some reference to his brother delivering Kevin's port that weekend

that Anna disappeared.

Yes, he did.

It was on the Friday afternoon he returned by train to Glasgow.

You seem very well informed, Miss Miller.

I didn't want to admit this to you. Neither of us did.

That weekend, after Kevin got the car, he collected me.

And I spent the entire weekend with him in Cornwall.

And did Anna Reid know about the two of you?

Yes.

Kevin thinks it's the reason she left.

I was hoping you'd be in touch.

We've got to meet. I want to see you face to face,

Kevin, because I want my money,

right?

I was thinking the same thing. Why don't you come on over? I'll wait for you and

get it straightened out.

Steve, you'll get your money.

You want more.

Because I know what you did to Margaret. I know.

It was an accident.

No, it wasn't.

What about Anna?

I believed you, didn't I?

Well, she was wearing Margaret's dress.

No, she wasn't. It was a coincidence. She found the stupid pattern.

You've always been a hot -headed bastard, Ronnie.

I want my money.

All right.

I can't get it straight away.

How's it going to look if I suddenly cash that amount?

Oh, sorry for you, eh?

You're shagging that woman.

What about me? What, Jenny?

She's an alibi.

I don't give a fuck about her.

I love Dana.

Oh, Kevin.

How long do I have to wait? You promised me. You're the one that brought up that

fucking box.

Just give me... Shut up!

Here you go.

The Porsche.

View of the driver's not clear.

Could be Ronnie.

Time's 4 .15pm, Friday the 16th.

I'm not playing silly buggers anymore. I want the pair of them arrested.

Jenny Miller's in reception. She's worked up about something.

You need to get over there.

They were having an argument, shouting at one another. Did they know you were

there? No. I hear them in the garage are scared because of what they were

saying. What the hell is surveillance up to?

It was removed two days ago. What did you overhear, Miss Miller?

Ronnie was saying it was an accident, that Anna was wearing Margaret's dress.

Kevin said it was some kind of coincidence that she... I couldn't hear

And he was preparing something.

Who? Kevin?

Money?

Kevin.

You know, after what you asked me about drugs.

It was a hypodemic needle.

It's his brother he wants to do away with.

They're still alive.

Get an ambulance.

Stop!

Roll that out for me, will you?

We found his passport.

He's probably got another.

This is almost the size of a carpet, yeah?

Roll it out, tie up the edges. You've got an area to cut up a body.

If Margaret Reed's body was frozen, then cut up, she would not leave many traces

of blood, just bone and skin chips.

Wrap her up in this, and hey, presto.

But just let it confirm, there was a free -standing freezer at Kevin Reed's

Glasgow home.

Yeah, that's how he did it.

He froze Margaret to death.

The last description of what Margaret was wearing when she disappeared was a

black and white check dress with a red belt.

It's the same dress that Anna was making.

That last entry in her journal was the day she finished the dress.

This dress.

Ronnie? What?

What do you mean you've got Anna with you?

Okay, where?

No, don't. I'll meet you there. I'll be there.

Ronnie, don't hang up, Ronnie. Don't hang up.

Ronnie?

I want this blasted out.

Newspapers, TV, put out an all -ports warning.

Go from the hospital. It's Ronnie.

He's gone.

Dead? No, gone.

Escaped. Why the fuck weren't they watching him?

Kevin Reed.

Oh, give me some good news. He just tried to offload the Porsche, but the

guy got suspicious when he wanted to exchange the cash, so he legged it.

AMPR spotted him heading up the A413.

What's he up to? There's nothing up there.

Westport. Stock car racing circuit. Where?

It's where Ronnie was when Margaret disappeared. It'll be a rendezvous.

where the brothers will meet up.

Let's go.

It's not long enough to find this place.

What did you mean about being with Anna, Ronnie?

Used to have stock car racing here.

Was done about five years ago. Can I say, what did you mean about Anna?

Why did you do that, Margaret?

I was here You

know I won the race

Tell me Why

did you do that?

Is it because of me?

Was it?

Because of me?

Fuck's sake.

It has nothing to do with you.

I was sick of her.

Sick of that fucking dog attacking me. Sick of her bleating that she wouldn't

leave Glasgow. I wanted something more from life, Ronnie.

She would never have let me go.

He's gone.

Where did you get the dress?

No, this belongs to Margaret.

Oh, God!

No!

No! No!

Margaret!

Yeah.

Search!

It's the check address.

Red belt.

We've found Anna.

Both dead.

And it's over.

No, I have to go and see Anna's mother.

Then there'll be the funeral.

It's not over.

Thanks, Moira.

Mike.

Thanks for bringing me on the team.

I've been pretty stressed recently.

Not the case, the job, I mean.

I'm always having cancer.

How's your old lady doing?

I think she'll be fine, thanks.

Have you noticed I've stopped smoking?

No.

Really?