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How well do you actually
know your neighbour, your friend?

How well do we know anybody, really?

I'd never met anyone
like her, to be honest with you.

Everything about her
was just so over the top.

It was all an illusion.

Everything we thought we
knew turned out to be lies.

Because to keep a secret, I could
never keep a secret like that.

It just seemed surreal.

Just because someone
comes across as eccentric,

it doesn't mean that
they're instantly a murderer.

But I suppose you never know what
goes on behind closed doors, do you?

TV: "See you after that.
Thank you, ladies.

"More from them in an hour's time."

So, Beddau,
a lot of people mispronounce it.

People say, "Beydah."

Like, that's not how you pronounce
Beddau. "Bedoo."Bedow."

Obviously, I suppose, you've got to
have a little bit of Welsh in you.

Double D is "th" in Welsh.

And it's "Bather," short,
not "Bathe-eye."

It's a very typical Welsh village.

Quiet, off-the-map sort of place.

Unless you really knew
what Beddau was,

you wouldn't have any reason
to come through or visit it.

OK. You ready to play bingo?

There is this sense of community and
people looking out for each other.

You were naughty.
Yes, but you were naughty.

If we've got a problem,
we talk about it.

Stop it, Mary.
Right, OK.

If something happens in Beddau,
everybody gets to know about it.

I was working in the station
on the computer.

Gareth came in and said...

I had a strange phone call
off the housing officer,

saying, "One of the tenants in
Beddau had just found a body,

"but don't panic because
I don't think it's a dead body,

"I think it's a load of rubbish.
We'll have our lunch first."

I just immediately got up
from my desk and said,

"Look, you know, we can't just
leave this till you have dinner.

(CHUCKLES) "We may have a crime
scene. We need to go now."

There's the entrance to the flats,

and you can go right through
to the garden at the back.

I found it...
lying on the floor here.

So, just tucked up against the wall
on the gravel.

To me, it looked like somebody
had left a roll of plastic there.

There'd been a couple of ladies who
had found this object in the garden.

A lady called Michelle.

And her friend Rhian had also
been with her in the morning.

My name is Rhian Lee.

I've lived in Beddau
for the last 26 years.

In the morning, I went over
to Michelle's for a cuppa,

and we thought, for a laugh...

we'd play a prank.

Michelle knew about
this packet in the garden.

She said
it was this medical skeleton

wrapped up in,
like, a big package.

So, we thought we'd bring it in,

put it on the settee,

and we were gonna knock the ceiling
for the neighbour to come down,

just to play a prank, a joke.

Michelle would do anything
for a laugh. A bit of a joker.

Michelle told me then
that she had thought

that it was a medical skeleton,

and it was Rhian and Michelle then
started to cut through the plastic.

Michelle was going like that
while I was cutting it.

She got fluidy stuff
all over her hands.

She says, "It's a dead body,
it's a dead body."

I said, "Don't be so stupid.
It's not a dead body."

I said, "Phone the police.
Phone the police."

When she told me this,

I didn't know what to think.
I didn't know

whether to believe Michelle
and Rhian, or what.

We need to find out if it's a dead
body, or is it a medical skeleton?

We'll cut it open to have a look.

Gareth come back with a Stanley knife
just to try and make a clean cut.

So, very, very difficult
to cut through.

As you go deeper and deeper,
I think it was a bit of carpet.

And there was a little, sort of,
brown... sludge coming out of it

And then other plastic wrappings.

The sludge was getting thicker.

Six to eight inches,
that's how thick the layers were.

The smell was just overwhelming,

so it obviously wasn't
a medical skeleton.

I looked over and you could see,
it looked like matted hair.

You step back a bit then.

It was clear to us,
it was a body inside this bag.

A dead body. We'd just found
a dead body in Beddau.

Certainly wasn't something
I thought I'd see

that day, when I went into work.

None of us could believe
what we had found.

Straightaway we got on the radio and
contacted the control room to say,

"We need the Scenes Of Crime officers
to come here immediately."

Somebody had put up on Facebook,

something's happened
at Trem-y-Cwm.

You know, a lot of police there.

Every man and his dog wanted
to find out what's happening.

Could you say rubbernecking?
Yeah, you could.

I pulled up to the block of flats,

and I noticed two police officers
at the main entrance of the door.

My friend Michelle lived there.

My heart is racing
nine to the dozen.

Well, what could it be?

The thing is,
the white tent goes up,

so immediately people know
that something has happened.

My mum lived in the flats
in Trem-y-Cwm,

and I went in and said,
"Mum, what's going on?"

"They've found a body."
I said, "Don't be so stupid.

"How long has it been there?"

"I don't know. I've just
heard the rumours outside."

That's the first I heard of it.

"In other news,
police say a body found

"behind a block of flats in Beddau.
It was wrapped in plastic.

"A murder investigation
has been launched

"as police try to establish
the identity of the remains."

In 2015,
I was Detective Chief Inspector

working in the Major Crime
Investigation Division.

There hadn't been a murder in Beddau
for almost 20 years.

First thoughts were: "Who is this
person? Who last saw them alive?"

We had search teams in the garden,
looking for any weapons, any clues,

anything alien to that scene.

The garden belonged
to the four flats.

The entrance to the garden
was through the communal hall.

There was a gate on the side,
but the gate was padlocked.

My thoughts were,
"Well, if the gate's locked,

"then they've either had to put
the body through the communal hall.

"Or the person who's done it has the
key for the gate and can open it."

The only other way it could
have got there would have been

throwing it over the gate.

We spoke to the occupants
of those flats.

But no-one had any recollection

of seeing that package
in the garden.

You've got a body
lying in a garden in Beddau.

You don't know who the person is,

you don't know who's responsible,

and, potentially,
you've got a killer on the loose.

It got people worried,

thinking somebody
had come into the village.

People were on edge. I mean,
when you get things like that

happen in a small place, it's...

it does send shivers
down your spine.

How could this happen
in a small community

where everybody knows everybody?

A lot of people I know
don't lock their doors

because they do feel safe in Beddau.

You know,
you do look at your neighbours then,

and you think, "Hang on now, erm,
how long have they lived here?"

One of our fast track inquiries,

you look at missing person reports.
Who from the area is missing?

There were no live
missing person reports.

Had there been any disturbances
recently in the area?

But there was nothing.

It was like a body
had just fallen out of the sky

and landed in a garden in Beddau.

"Police say that the body,
which has not been identified yet,

"was concealed above ground.

"The scene is being preserved
to see if there are any clues

"either to the identity of the body,
or how it came to be there."

It was genuine concern
for who it was,

cos it's somebody's daughter,
son, mother, father.

It could be somebody who, who never
had anybody to take care of them.

There's two sides to Beddau.

There's the warmth and the spirit
of the community,

and then there's the deeper,
darker underbelly

that lays in unemployment
and drug use.

Beddau was for a very long time
a very established mining village.

And during that time,
everybody sort of knew their roles.

When the mines were closed
and the coke works closed,

the fabric of the community changed.

The land still bears the scars.

People's hearts still
bear those scars, you know,

where the industry
was taken out of it.

Times change, and I think a lot
of people take drugs in Beddau,

and we thought perhaps
somebody had taken an overdose.

I mean, you used to have,
when we were younger,

a lot of people who were drug users
would hang underneath it,

so, the only things you would,
sort of, think at this point

was somebody old passed away,
or had somebody had an overdose?

But it came out then that it was
a body and it had been wrapped up.

What the heck has gone on, then?

Your mind is trying to reconcile,
"Well, what could've happened?"

The packaging was extraordinary.

There'd been 14 large ground
sheets used to wrap the body.

That body had been wrapped
some 41 times.

This was a male.

He was white, receding hair.

He was around five foot,
six inches tall, middle aged.

He had a gold signet ring
on one of his fingers.

The body was
in really good condition.

You know, there was skin,
there was hair,

the organs were intact.

There were no maggots.

The pathologist had dated
the body as potentially weeks,

maybe months, could be longer,
depending on storage conditions.

This body is probably recent.

And the cause of death
was blunt force trauma to the head.

The victim had
a fracture to the skull,

he had a fracture to the eye socket.

It was quite clear
this was a homicide investigation.

TV: "Officers confirmed that they've
launched a murder investigation,

and it wasn't what people living

"near the Trem-y-Cwm flats
expected to hear."

"Didn't think it would happen around
here. It's on your doorstep."

"Quite scared, actually."

"Police say a priority
is to identify the person

"and find out how they died.

"They want to speak to anyone
who may have information."

The early lines of inquiry
are just looking

at the residents of the four flats.

There was an elderly lady
on the ground floor.

She was 93. Rarely left her flat.

She would absolutely have had,
categorically have had,

nothing to do with... with anything
that went on there.

We spoke to the gentleman
who lived in the flat upstairs

who had, you know,
vulnerability issues.

He'd only recently, and very
recently, just moved into that flat,

and wasn't capable of being
involved in it in any way, really.

One of the flats was empty.

The lady who led in that flat, she'd
been seriously ill with cancer,

and she'd died, er,
October that year.

But there was nothing. There
was no-one had had any knowledge

of that package, er,
other than Michelle James.

Michelle was
a priority witness because

she was the person that had gone
to the package and suspected there

to be a skeleton in there.

So, we took Michelle James
to the station

and over the next few days,
a series of interviews took place

which were recorded.

There was a couple of things
I was querying.

Why has she gone to this package?

Why did she think
there was a skeleton in there?

Who had told her it was there?
How long had she known it was there?

Michelle's account was that
her neighbour, Leigh Sabine,

who'd died recently, who used
to live in the flat, number 57,

just above Michelle,
owned this medical skeleton

which she believed to have been
in that package in the garden.

We needed to find out,
who was Leigh Sabine?

I was tasked to carry out
house-to-house enquiries,

find out as much information
as I could about Leigh Sabine.

For me personally, having, sort of,
gone to school in the area

and know the people
who live in the area,

it's really important
that we find who was she,

where was she from,
does she have any family?

When I first met Leigh Sabine,

she gave me the impression of a lady

who was a very well-dressed lady,
back in the day.

But she still wanted
to keep that look,

with her red nails,

her lipstick.

First impressions when she walks in?

Off her trolley.
She was just crazy, very eccentric.

She would just waltz in the door.
"Hello my darlings.

"Put the fucking kettle on,
will you?"

God, who is this lady?

When she first turned up in Beddau,
for a woman in her early 60s,

she was wearing denim shorts
and fishnet tights,

which isn't usual.

I asked her about this once,
and she said,

"Well,
I like to be noticed, darling."

The impression she gave me
was being very gypsy-ish,

if that's the right word to use.

She had like a..

I don't mean this disrespectful
to gypsies,

but she had that sort of character.

She wasn't like a gypsy, a hippie.

Hip... That's the word - hippy.

Yeah, it was very hippy-ish,
type of thing, yeah.

A child of the '60s. That's the way
to describe it. You're right, yeah.

She loved singing,
and that was her passion.

She said she sang in many cabarets.

"Oh, darling, darling!

"You should have seen me
on the stage. I was amazing."

"Don't just be the art, darling,
you are the art."

Or, "Don't just live art,
you are art".

So grander than life.

It had to be, "Oh, darling!"

With her cigarette hanging out.

That is Leigh. Yeah?

Did I do it right, Leigh?

The problem was, she'd been ill
for quite some time, about a year.

She was terminally diagnosed
with brain cancer,

but also
she had died about a month earlier.

And that body was reasonably fresh,

and that fact that she had been ill,

I think, for up to 12 months
prior to her passing away,

would she even be capable
of committing such a crime?

How could she have moved a body?
How could she have killed someone?

It just didn't make any sense to us.

So, Michelle's account about
her neighbour, Leigh Sabine,

sounded far-fetched.

From our perspective, Michelle's
story was somewhat confusing.

For example, she mentioned
issues with an ex-partner.

I remember while speaking to Michelle
at the crime scene,

she starts telling me that she'd been
teasing another tenant at the flat,

saying that it was actually the body
of her ex-husband

and she'd been using parts of it

to make a stew that
she'd been feeding him in the week.

There was a number
of little things she was saying

which were really troubling me.

Michelle James
gave different accounts

as to when she'd actually become
aware of the package in the garden,

initially stating it was a week ago,

and then subsequently saying it
was when the body was discovered.

So, all of those things together,

with the perceived joke about her
turning her partner into stew,

really caused us some concern.

We stopped that interview
as a witness.

I made the decision to arrest her.

"South Wales Police have confirmed

"that a 45-year-old woman from Beddau

"was arrested on suspicion
of murder."

Someone from within the village
has been arrested for a murder.

That was a major shock to us.

When I heard that Michelle
was arrested I said, "Oh, shit."

I mean, how could you be
arrested on suspicion of murder?

It's just crazy.
It's just absolute craziness.

Rhian rang me, and said,
"Lynne, Michelle has been arrested."

And I'm, like, "Whoa, hang on, now.

"There is no way
she would hurt anybody."

The police,
I know they've got to do their job,

and I totally understand that,

and they want answers,
but so did we want answers.

But then there was,
I suppose, relief,

in as much that, well,
at least they've got the murderer.

Michelle James' ex-partner was male,
white.

He was around 42years of age,
which matched the body.

It was important that
we traced him as soon as we could.

But we couldn't find him.

So, when Michelle was in custody,
we went to search her flat.

We were looking for anything,
really,

which would connect her
to this crime.

What we did find was some
blood staining on her mattress.

So that had to be sent off to be
compared to the DNA from the victim.

Whilst I was waiting
for the DNA testing,

we were gathering any CCTV evidence
near to the scene.

We're looking for a car pulling up

and putting that package
over the wall,

or Michelle James
actually depositing the package.

There was nothing
overlooking that garden.

Just general, day to day life,

which... It... It wasn't any use.

The DNA took a couple of days
to come back

from the blood
on Michelle James' mattress.

That DNA was linked
to her ex-boyfriend,

but his DNA didn't match
the of the victim.

We subsequently traced
her ex-boyfriend,

who'd been staying with his mother.

The ex-boyfriend was clearly not the
victim who was within the packaging.

So, after that first 48 hours
Michelle James was released
from custody.

Michelle James had clearly
gone through an ordeal

because she was
hundred percent innocent.

We've got no identity of a victim.
The DNA wasn't on the database.

We always look at the dental work,
but we had nothing to compare to,

so we couldn't identify this
person through dental records.

We'd got no CCTV evidence.

We've recovered no weapons
that match the injuries on the body,

and we're really back to square one.

TV: "In the small garden
behind the Beddau flats,

"Michelle James told me today
about how she found the remains

"and how she feels she'll never
get over the shock."

I think this block
should be smashed to the ground.

Cos I don't think anyone
would want to live here

after what's gone on here.

So, it really affected Michelle.

People in the area
were calling her a murderer.

It was just crazy.

They put two and two together
and made six.

I totally felt devastated for her.

I thought
that was a medical skeleton.

That's what we was all told,
it was meds... a skeleton,

and that's what we all thought.

But, obviously, now everybody
has found out different.

When Michelle was released,

we were discussing what was asked,
and what was said,

and she, basically, said,

"I told the police, Lynne,

"not once, not twice,
many occasions,

"that this skeleton was from
a lady who had just died

"and we hadn't long buried her."

And that lady was Leigh Sabine.

So, the garden where the body was
found belonged to the four flats.

Whilst it was shared, it
was really under the ownership

and care of Leigh Sabine.

She had been responsible for it
for many years,

even to the point
where she'd presented it so well

that a local magazine had done
a feature article on it

some three years earlier.

"Coming from New Zealand, I've
grown up with dirt", Leigh explains.

"I love being outside and I'd rather
be mucking around in the garden

"than sat in front
of the television.

"I do really love living in Beddau
and feel part of the community.

"It's a special place, but when
I first arrived 16 years ago,

"nobody was doing
anything in the garden.

"It looked pathetic and neglected."

Apart from the piece
in the magazine,

there was very little known
about her at all,

in terms of formal official records.

She had been arrested for
shoplifting some years previously,

but that had been
no further action in court.

We weren't really clear
where she'd lived,

who she'd been married to,
or where she'd grown up.

When I was carrying out
my house-to-house enquires,

as I spoke to people
about Leigh Sabine,

things started seeming off.

Every resident I spoke to,

they all had a slightly different
take on who this Leigh Sabine was.

I thought she was a nurse.

"I used to be a nurse, you see,
darling." (LAUGHS)

She was apparently this very famous
cabaret singer, dancer in her day.

She said she travelled.
She had loads of dogs.

She was a breeder at one stage.

Leigh was a drugs counsellor,
first and foremost.

You name it, and it sounded
like she'd done it.

Nobody could agree
on what Leigh did for a living,

but also where she was from.

She had a very strange accent.

You know, when somebody's trying
to talk quite posh, and they're not.

Cos I actually thought
she was from South Africa.

I thought she was from New Zealand.

There was a slight bit
of New Zealand accent,

but that wasn't
the strongest accent.

My son's mother-in-law is a Kiwi.

It was an authentic accent.

Yeah, I wouldn't say it
was a foreign accent,

but it wasn't Welsh
and it wasn't English.

It sounded put on.

Some said she was from Australia,
some said she was from New Zealand.

Other people said
that she was from Reading.

Something was off
with this character.

Leigh was always talking
about a medical skeleton.

Personally, myself,
I never seen the skeleton.

On numerous occasions,
she wanted it moved,

and I would be, like,

"Oh, gosh, I really haven't got
time to do things like that."

She'd asked my oldest son

if he could move it from outside
and put it up in the attic,

but he was busy in work.

We were sitting around the table,
having a cup of tea,

and she mentioned
the skeleton again,

and I went, "Well, I hope it's
not a bleeding real one," I said.

And she went,

"You never know, Lynne,"
pointing that lovely red nail.

So, speaking
to all the different witnesses,

and people who knew Leigh,

I learnt that one of her friends
was Mary West.

Now, Mary West
used to be my teacher.

I had a phone call
from an ex-pupil of mine,

a detective, saying...

"Mrs West, I need you to come to
the police station to have a chat."

And I said, "Well, I'm, you know,
I'm busy this evening."

Then he said, "Well, it is
a murder inquiry, Mrs West,

"so you'd better come down."

Seemed very strange having to get
my teacher to toe the line.

Matthew asked me to go into how
I knew her, so I explained.

I was first aware of Leigh in 2002,

when my mother moved into that flat.

She started saying,

"Now there's this very eccentric
lady from New Zealand there."

I got to know Leigh more
during 2014,

when my mother was ill.

Leigh would sit with her

and chat to her, and she also
used to ring my mother up

every morning, and say,
"I just called to say I love you."

We were appreciate of it,
of the support Leigh gave us,

but then I heard from somebody that
she had been taken into hospital.

It became evident from 2014
Leigh had terminal cancer.

We managed to get her into Y Bwthyn
hospital, which is end of life.

I went up there and I held her hand
until she took her last breath.

She died about a month
before the body was found.

Ordinarily, we'd speak to family,
but there was no family,

according to the community.

After she died,
I had to register the death.

We were looking for paperwork.

We just found these two passports,

and the one passport
was John Sabine.

He was down as a contact.

I'd never met John Sabine,
but I knew because she'd told me

that he was her ex-husband.

Through speaking to Mary and Lynne,
we established

that Leigh Sabine had
a husband called John Sabine,

but there was no trace
of this John Sabine.

So, John Sabine's name
came up on the voters' register,

but there was no record of him
living there, which was odd.

When we dug into that, then we found
him on the tenancy agreement.

She'd moved in with her husband,
February, 1997.

A number of members of the
community were telling us that,

whilst they'd never
seen John Sabine,

that Leigh had told them
that she had been married,

she had led with him.

We would sit and chat, and I was
interested. I said, you know,

"Oh, what happened to John?"

"Oh, he left me," she said,

"He left me for another woman.

"Cos he's Italian,
you know, that's what they do."

We knew that she had been married,
obviously, and that he'd left her.

I can remember her talking about
an abusive husband. Yeah.

I can't remember exactly
what she used to say,

but I can remember
a conversation around that.

She'd go, "Pff!" It was more like
it was just good riddance.

She told my mother
that her husband had left her,

and that he'd left her
quite destitute.

Strangely, when, the first night,

I brought her home from hospital,
I helped her undress

and she handed me

her, er, breast implants

because she'd had
a double mastectomy.

And she said,
"This is why he left me.

"He said he didn't want to live
with a hermaphrodite."

So, you know,
I didn't ask any more questions.

A number of members
of the community told us

that he'd, you know,
run off with another woman.

He'd gone to live in Newcastle.

But there was no trace
of this John Sabine.

It did start to prickle my mind

that John Sabine could potentially
be the body in the bag.

When I was interviewed
by Matt Phillips,

he said to me that, erm,

they thought that it could be
John Sabine

that they'd found and I said, "Well,
it can't possibly be John Sabine

"because I found
the record of his death."

When Leigh died,
I went to register the death.

And they said,
"Was she a widow or divorcee?"

And I said,
"I think she was a divorcee."

And they said, "Well, if
you'd go and check on the records."

And I've done quite
a bit of family history,

so I know where you need to look.

I found a match
for John Charles Sabine.

Born in 1929,

and then the death was
registered in Essex in 2001.

Mary West presented us with, er, the
death certificate for John Sabine,

who'd actually died, er,
or been buried in Essex in 2001.

Her husband died years ago,

so there's no way
it could be her husband.

We had no real positive
leads at this time,

but there was just something
wasn't sitting right with me.

Leigh Sabine had led
at 57, Trem-y-Cwm since 1997.

Her flat had been vacant
since her death

on the 30th of October that year.

I just sent detectives to just do
an assessment of her premises,

just to look for any clues,
anything that could take us forward.

So, when detectives
entered the flat,

what they found was
it had actually been stripped bare,

even down to the carpets,

which had been taken from the
property, which did surprise me.

After Leigh had passed,

we knew we only had a few weeks
to clear out her flat.

I said to any of the girls,

"If you want anything, just take it.
Help yourselves."

Michelle, she had a frog,
which was a weight for a door.

I had the Hoover,
Rhian had some jewellery.

There was an awful lot of tatty bits

like hair straighteners I never
used. They went in the bin.

We deep cleaned it all.
It was spotless. It was immaculate.

Because Lynne
had a cleaning company,

she deep cleaned the flat,

but we didn't realise
that two weeks later

it would become
a potential crime scene.

It was disappointing.

The only things
that were left, really,

was some miscellaneous items,
some boxes,

lots of rubbish, broken ornaments.

But there was one photograph, which
had been ripped up into pieces.

And when we put that back together,

there was a photo of a man.

Written on the back was,
"Derek. The man I truly did love."

Who's Derek?

Is Derek the person
that's lying in the bag?

It was really important
that we found out who he was,

and what his relationship
was to Leigh.

She loved men.

Oh, she loved it.

Her male attention, oh, yes.

Men. Well, she would just pounce.

Three days before she died,

she tried to snog the oncologist
in the hospice

when he went to adjust
her syringe driver.

So, I was thinking,
"Oh my God." You know,

"This is slightly embarrassing,"
but it was, like, he's a man.

You know, "Here I am." You know, it
was the way she was with all men.

Perhaps she'd come in the salon and,
you know, if there was a gent there,

and she thought he was nice,
she would make it clear. (LAUGHS)

She did love having
many male company in her flat.

There was a kerfuffle
going on outside the Spar

because some lady had got on to her,
I think,

because she'd been having an affair
with her husband.

Each to their own, isn't it?
You know?

My mother sometimes
used to say about Leigh,

"Oh, she's got another man now.

"She's got Derek Ellis
living there with her."

I think her and that Derek had
a few fiery arguments.

They were off, they were back on
together, then they were off,

then they were back on together.

So, the community were telling us
that the relationship

between Leigh Sabine and Derek Ellis
was quite volatile.

Leigh and Derek used to go to,

I think it was the Welfare
they used to go to,

and they would often get drunk
and then come back and argue.

We were able to trace some family
members, including his daughter.

We were able to establish

that Derek Ellis had sadly passed
away in 2010 of liver disease.

So, it was clear that he
couldn't have been the victim.

We were back to square one.

I've dealt and worked on
a lot of homicide investigations

and never come across one like this.

Normally, within the first hour,
you usually know who your victim is,

and you've really got
a clear starting point.

In this case, we talk about it
being a whodunnit.

It was very much a who is it?

Every time we thought
we were on to something,

we'd pull a thread,
and it wouldn't go anywhere,

so, it was very frustrating.

In some ways,
when you spoke to Leigh,

she seemed quite open
about her life.

She would sort of
give you snapshots of it.

Before Leigh died,

in the September of 2014
it was my mother's 80th birthday,

so we'd organised a party for her.

Now, I'm the oldest
of five children,

and we invited Leigh
to come to the party.

I can remember her saying,

"There's such a lovely atmosphere
of warmth here."

And then she told me
that she had five children.

I was... just...

I don't think shocked,
just really bemused by it all.

I just thought,
"What is going on here?"

Not once did she ever mention
the children. Nothing.

It was a fairly big fact to omit.

It just seemed surreal
to hide a secret like that.

There were no photos at all
in the house of children.

She had no family photographs
in her flat at all.

The first time we met her, she gave
us her life story in ten minutes,

but never did she mention children.

Why not mention
that you've got five children?

My name's Leigh Ann Sabine.
I'm the youngest of five children.

My name is Steve Sabine.

I've never, ever told my story
because people don't believe it.

Would you like your fucking family
destroyed, buddy?

My name is Jane Sabine.

I am the second youngest daughter

of Leigh and John Sabine.

We've come all the way from Sydney
to get two sides of the story.

Well, you should have phoned.

I have no doubt
my mother was capable...

.. of murder.

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