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More people
are going to die.

And it'll be
on your conscience

if it's not you next.

My daughter died.

She died
a very long time ago.

She's gone.

It's not just us,
you know.

The person disappearing
for days at a time is you.

Where am I supposed
to go to?

You girls like
anything to drink?

We have tea.

Cause of death?

Drowning.

And I'd wager she drowned
in fresh water.

That's my sister,
Eleanor.

He needs one more.
She knows too much.

For we are many.

Victoria!

I'm ready.

What if I can actually
do it to you?

You won't.
Try though.

Pretend you're a boy.

OK, go.

See, I told you.

Nice.

They did Isobel, apparently,

yesterday in
the middle of the quad.

So, it's definitely not just
boys debagging boys anymore.

Dicks.

And she said
it was a joke, but...

Yeah. Let's see, then.

You have to remember
to redo the knot really tight

after you go to the toilet.

That's the hard part.
Remembering.

I told on my dad by the way.

I'm going to see
a psychiatrist. So...

Isn't it your dad
that needs a psychiatrist?

I did what you said.

I talked to a grown-up.

So they basically
have to help me now.

Careful telling them stuff.

Who?

Grown-ups.

That's not what
you said before.

I didn't know
about them then.

Sorry.

You all right to teach me
the knot a bit later?

I've got
Christian Union now.

Yeah. OK.

♪ melancholic music playing

Bethan!

Help me.

Victoria!

I'm so sorry. I just...
I couldn't breathe.

♪ Rock-a-bye, baby
on the tree top ♪

♪ When the wind blows
the cradle will rock ♪

♪ When the bough breaks
the cradle will fall ♪

♪ It will fall

♪ And down will come baby
cradle and all ♪

♪ Hush, little baby ♪

♪ Don't you weep ♪

- Eva.
- Oh, right.

OK, before you say anything,
I know I look awful.

This has been
the worst and, well, er...

in some ways the most
significant week of my career.

Can't really see you.

Er, good.

Because, erm,
well, I'm a...

I'm a shocker under
all of this, so...

No problem, erm,
we understand.

It's... It's impossible
to take in.

Well, yes and no.

I mean, we have now defrosted
and processed all of the bodies.

Every single one.

All male, injured, lidocaine.

Except one.

I meant emotionally.

Just forget it, Mike.

What's different, Eva?

Female.

She shows no sign
of external fight injuries,

nor the defence wounds.

Lidocaine, we're gonna have
to wait for tox reports,

which... but she does
have these.

Old breaks?

Yeah, signs of broken bones
from past injuries

that have healed,
just, erm, not very well.

And there is
something else.

OK?

It's a pinkish foam
from the lungs.

It comes from pulmonary
secretions, blood, and water.

Her airways are full of it.

It's a good indicator
for drowning.

Now the foam,
that collapses during freezing.

And I would say
that she was frozen...

couple of hours after death,
based on its presence.

Is there plant matter,
like the body from the crypt?

No. And her stomach...

full of water.

- She swallowed a lot.
- Hmm.

It came back positive
for chlorine.

So, she could have died
in a swimming pool?

Yeah, I think
it's a real possibility.

There's more.
Erm, semen, possibly multiple.

We've swabbed.

To look at her, she's a teen.

Probably around
15 or 16 years old,

but definitely not
a fully adult female.

- Hmm.
- Frozen shortly after death,

based on the preservation
of her body.

So, we've got two teens,
both drowned, different waters.

Hmm.

We have to ID her
as a top priority.

This is really good work, Eva.

It's great work.

Can somebody get Eva
a cup of tea now?

- Erm...
- Please.

Oh, yeah, that's not gonna
really work in here,

cos they only
listen to me.

Dental records have come in
for the girl in the crypt, yeah.

Let's go.

♪ melancholic music playing

Come in.

Please take a seat.

Thank you, er,
for seeing me.

I feel like I haven't, erm,
slept properly for days.

Then it's really good
that you're here.

Yeah.

Er, I had a dream about
my daughter.

What happened
in the dream?

She was shouting at me.

What did she say?

Erm, she said...

"You are a bad mother".

Is it a terrible cliche
to talk about dreams?

No, not at all.

She said, "You don't
have me anymore,

so you have to stop saying
that you're a mother.

You are not
a mother anymore".

Hmm.

And she
kept saying, "Shut up.

Shut up. Shut up".

And what did you say
in reply?

Well, then I...

I woke up.

And it was all
a dream.

I told you
it was a cliche.

Cliches can
be interesting.

How did you feel
when she told you

to stop calling yourself
a mother?

I felt like I ought
to listen to her,

otherwise something bad
might happen.

Like what?

Something terrible.

Hmm. I see.

All right,
the girl in the crypt...

what we got?

So, I identified her
as Bethan Pryce,

because most of the girls
who went to Beecham College

on the bursary went on to,
at the very least,

- make a LinkedIn profile.
- Hmm.

Mike, a word.

Er, one second, ma'am,
I'll be with you.

Bethan Pryce has no footprint
after 2004.

And look, dental records
confirm it's her.

- Mm-hmm.
- She was born on

the 12th of August, 1988.

Which confirms she was in

the same school year
as Victoria.

Mike, please tell me you're
not still identifying bodies.

We're onto something
here, ma'am. Sorry.

Er, she was in care

at Ledford House
children's home.

- Was she reported missing there?
- No.

When I give you an order, Mike,

to delegate
the identification of bodies,

you damn well do it.

Or I will have you
off this team so fast--

Ma'am, this is different.

Er, Mike, it's OK.

Meet me at the car.

I won't be long.

Ma'am, listen.

Victoria dumped a body
on the school lawn,

and now Mike has identified
the body in the crypt

as a girl who was
in the same school year

as Victoria
at Beecham college.

Yeah, a girl who just
slipped through the cracks.

She was never reported missing
to the police.

Peter Drake, he knows more
than he is telling us.

Right.

I really don't think you should
be speaking to Mike like that--

Erm, you've heard
your new nickname,

have you, Jeanette?

Yeah, of course, I have.
Who hasn't?

♪ ominous music playing

It's not cool when
guv speaks to people like that.

I don't like it.

Only I'm allowed to be cute
like that, no one else.

It's OK.

It's not OK.

It's water off
a duck's back.

You can tell me my nickname,
if it lightens the mood.

Nepo-po.

Is that cos my dad
was a detective?

People think I'm not as good
at my job as I should be? Or--

No, Jeanette,
it's just a joke, innit?

Yeah, I know it's just a joke.
Of course I-- Shit.

♪ suspenseful music playing

Mr. Drake?

Mr. Drake,
it's the police.

He's dead.

Fuck me.

A body in Long Ashton,
Five Upper Hampton Road,

thought to be Peter Drake.
Forensics, please.

OK, received.

Sending units out now.

Jeanette?

It's like they knew.

Who?

They knew he might talk.

I had him and I let him go
because I'm stupid

and I'm slow
and I'm shit at my job.

Who's "they"?

Whoever the fuck
is fucking killing everyone!

Give me strength.
Please, give me str--

I was hoping that Verity was
gonna apologise to you today.

But now it's, er...

Don't expect an apology
from anyone.

And you're not slow.

- No?
- No.

Or your nickname would be
"slow po-po", wouldn't it?

That's true, yeah.

Erm...

well, sorry from me anyway,

on behalf of her.

Come on.
What's it look like?

Gunshot wound
to the head.

Suicide, then?

Boss!

Can't be.
There's no gun, genius.

There's no
exit wound either.

No socks.

Victoria?

No.

The feet aren't as...

...immaculate as
some of the other bodies.

Doesn't match her MO.

No, no.

She only washed the feet
of people she cared for,

not men like him.

It could be someone who wants
us to think it was Victoria.

They want us to think
it's vigilante justice.

Communicating a message
which is obviously

a complete fucking
nightmare for us.

What would be
the message here?

What would it be, huh?

Other than the worst
fucking optics ever.

What if there
isn't a message?

What if was just
a paedophile ring

tying up loose ends?

Agreed. Yeah.
Yeah.

Any eyes
on David White?

We still can't find him.

Put a tracker
on all his accounts

and circulate his image
as wanted to the press.

If he's alive, we need
to keep it like that. OK?

Mm-hmm.

And what about Victoria?

If this wasn't her,
which I don't think it is...

...she's, er...

she's in a lot more danger
than she realises.

Oh, it's not even lunchtime.

Had him.
We had him, Mike.

I want to give you
a chance, Mary.

When you heard Dad

going upstairs
to my room...

what went through
your head?

You do know that you demanded
a lot of attention, Victoria.

Much more than
other girls your age.

Liar! You lied.

You let people think
I was lying.

He really did
love you.

That was the truth of it.

What was he like
when you married him?

Oh, the same.

Except...

What?

I was the apple
of his eye.

Then it... after a while,

it was all,
"Victoria, Victoria".

But, you know...

You had
a lovely life, Victoria.

Lovely school.

Lovely room.

Someone who loved you
and wanted to be close.

All the opportunities of
a good education and career.

Women of my generation,

most of us ended up with our
heads in the washing machine.

Why did you take
Madeleine from me?

Was Dad's idea.

He wanted you
to stay young and free.

Free?

Yes.

Mum, I've had
a horrible life.

Oh, boo-hoo.

You stole my life.

You stole my child.

You stole my husband.

He was raping me!

Please,
not this again.

You really remind me
of him sometimes.

I want you
to say sorry.

To who?

To me! To us!

You needed help, Victoria.

That, I do regret.

Even you know that you were
often very, very unwell.

That's when it started.

♪ ominous music playing

Your childhood
and adolescence, Victoria,

were what they were.

A living hell?

What happened to you
as a child

was not your fault.

It's possible you have

developed other personalities,

or alters, as a way to cope.

This condition is called

Dissociative Identity Disorder.

I want us to build
compassion for each alter,

but first,
we have to meet them.

I can try.

No promises.

♪ suspenseful music playing

It feels like
you've accessed the alter

that protects you in
the world by disengaging.

Your inner child.

A personality safe and unaware
of the trauma you've suffered.

Your father and I,

we used to call you
Victoria ragdoll.

You were stuffed full of little
bits of other people.

It really didn't matter
what happened to you.

It's not just us, you know.

We are many.

Even Madeleine
seemed like

just another little Russian
ragdoll inside you.

It's not just us,
you know.

My name is Legion.

It's not just us.

Stop! Make it stop!

No, I can't
face that one.

Maybe that one
is not the same.

Not human.

I'm not like you, Mary.

I'm another kind
of mother.

♪ suspenseful music playing

Mummy's here.

You can sleep, my little one.

Hey! Excuse me.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

You need permission
to be here.

Oh.

Morning, Jeanette.

Where first today?

The church where
Bethan Pryce's body was found.

Well, your case,
your funeral.

So, the church is perfect.
Let's go.

To... What?
You're coming with me?

Correct.

I'm outside.

- Right.
- See you downstairs.

OK. Oh.

Police?

Yes. Yes, DCI Jeanette Kilburn.

Just you, is it?

No. Er, we won't be long.
It'll only be a few questions.

I know you've already
spoken to our colleagues.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Can we see the crypt?
- Er...

- Now, please.
- Yes, of course.

♪ eerie music playing

How do you think
she got in here?

Er, there was
an archaeological study

back in 2004.

Might be somebody got
access to the tomb then.

The church isn't
always locked.

Someone could just
carry her in, I suppose.

Her parents, they're...
they're welcome here.

If it would give
them comfort.

She was, er,
a looked-after young person.

Erm, I'm sorry she wasn't
looked after better.

The study found that

any relics of St Jordan
were long gone.

Right.

We'll need
records of the dig.

Names of everyone that
had access to the site.

- Can you provide?
- I can do my best.

We've identified the body as
a girl called Bethan Pryce.

She was a student at
Beecham College in 2004.

Did you know her?

I... I joined in 2007,
I'm afraid.

My predecessor,
he died a few years ago.

Bethan...

It's hard to think of her
in there all alone.

Hello, Verity Pound.

Yeah, just bear with me.
Terrible reception.

Are you a churchgoer?

No.

I always hope people
can walk into a church

and find what
they're looking for.

God?

The strength
they need...

to continue
a difficult path.

Can I ask you
about the painting

I was looking at
in there?

- Ah, Mary Magdalene?
- Mm.

We, er, we used to
have her right at the front.

I was worried
that it might make

the girls feel ashamed, embarrassed.

Hmm?

We're all made
to feel ashamed of things

that, to us,
are just like breathing.

Mm.

Is that Beecham College?

Yes, that's right.
There's a bridleway.

Not many horses on it
these days.

You can walk it.
But in this weather,

it'll be pretty hard going.

Erm, I really
should walk it.

Understood.

You can keep
the umbrella.

And, erm, take care.

Thank you.

There must be something from
outside Sophia Craven's office.

Fucking find it.

I'm gonna go up
to Beecham College.

It's closer
than I thought.

Erm, just to get
some headspace.

So, er, you take the car.
I'll make my own way back.

- Yeah, good. Push!
- OK.

Right, what about
CCTV on the day of the...

♪ ominous music playing

♪ suspenseful music playing

- Hello?
- I'm up at Beecham college.

Yeah, it's all locked up.

Looks like they've already
sent everybody home.

Erm, I'll try
the children's home,

see if I can get any more
information on Bethan Pryce.

I've just sent you
a photograph

of some, er, graffiti.

OK. I've got it here.

I think this could be
a clue from Victoria.

Look it up,
what it means.

OK, "Alma Mater".

Literally means
nourishing mother.

- Mm-hmm.
- Used to describe what uni,

school or place of education
you went to.

Mm-hmm.
I don't usually get

the creeps, Mike, but, er...

this is a funny
fucking creepy place

to send your kids
for 30 grand a year.

Anyway, I'm off
to Ledford House,

the children's home.

You chase up
those tox reports.

All right, on it.

I found Bethan's file.

It says she was
one of Beecham's

charitable bursary
recipients.

Er, apparently,
she was really bright,

and then she was suspended
for non-attendance

and listed by us as a runaway
around the same time.

They say she ran away dozens
of times before then, too.

You know, social services
might have more on the family.

Children's home was
her guardian at the time.

By way of
a partnership agreement

with a local authority.

But, yes.

All right.

Did she leave
anything behind?

They often
leave everything.

They don't consider it
their real stuff.

It's just stuff
they've been given.

I know it's a long shot,
but did you keep any of it?

No. Sorry.

We'd have so much stuff
if we did that.

Yeah. OK.

Er, it sounds like
Bethan ran away a lot.

There's not much we can do
when that happens.

It's basically
heartbreaking.

Any idea
where she went?

It's not
in her notes.

Can I have
a look around?

What about you?

Can you
show me around?

Hi.

Erm, this is Lily.

She's been here
about six weeks.

Doing really well, actually.
Aren't you?

Mm. Are you looking
for your child?

Me? No. No,
I know where my boy is.

He's with his dad.

It's, er,
it's nice to meet you.

My name is Jeanette.

I'm a police detective.

A girl went missing,
and...

That was
a long time ago,

but, erm, I'm just
trying to find out

a bit more about her.

My room is this way.

Can I take a look?

Keep the door open.

Yeah, that's fine.
Thank you for checkin'.

All right.
Show me the way.

It's just up here.

♪ suspenseful music playing

Oh. This your bed?

Yeah.

Is that your own
duvet cover?

No. Belongs here.

Your teddy?

No, it's theirs.

I didn't want to tell them
I'm a bit old.

Everything OK here?

Everyone nice to you?

Er... yeah.

Some of the others have
a speaker or stereo,

something like that
in their rooms.

♪ suspenseful music playing

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I wanted
to share a room,

but they said I have to have
this one on my own.

And why is that, then?

They just said
it makes it easier.

Lily, erm...

I want to ask you if anything
weird happens here.

Like what?

I don't know.

Erm, people
hanging around?

People you don't know.

Men. Older men.

I haven't seen any. Why?

No, that's good.

- Thanks again, Jackie.
- No problem.

And I'll be in touch if
there's anything more, er...

Hey, listen.

Just so you know, erm,

she doesn't want
that teddy bear.

Right.

Couldn't get her her own
duvet cover, could you?

OK.

Everyone always
has a reaction.

After a visit.

Especially the mums.

What do you mean
by that?

Everyone wants
to save someone.

The police do save
people sometimes.

OK.

OK.

Anything else?

No.

You're all right, Jackie.

Hey.
Anything new?

Toxicology results?

Hi. And not yet, no.

Why is everyone
staring at me?

Everyone's praying for
some sort of breakthrough.

Praying?
For what, a miracle?

They'll be lucky.

Erm...

Can you get that
to the lab,

see if it's a match for
the diatoms in Bethan's lungs.

Listen, erm,
I might head back.

There's some family stuff
to sort out.

Right.

I'm not fucking Moses
parting of the Red Sea.

How was the children's home?

Er, Bethan was considered
a repeat runaway.

But she was definitely there.
I sent you a picture.

- Right.
- Yeah, listen,

I know Jojo's
there now, so,

I haven't seen him
properly in days.

- I sent you a picture.
- OK.

- I'll see you tomorrow, then?
- OK? Yes.

Oh, wait, hold on.

Toxicology report.

Girl in the freezer.
Wanna hear?

Yes.

There we go.

MDMA, cocaine,
ketamine,

and alcohol.

What about lidocaine?

No lidocaine present.

Right, so she's pumped
full of party drugs,

- the question is--
- Where's the party at?

- Excuse me, ma'am.
- Yeah, where's the party at?

Er, I've got a woman
called Eleanor Lowry.

Wants to speak
with you privately.

Eleanor Lowry?

Yep.

I'll talk to her
in my office.

- Now?
- Yeah, now-now, yeah.

♪ suspenseful music playing

Come in.

Hi. I'm Jeanette.

I'm in charge
of the case.

Mike, could you get
some water for, erm...

Eleanor Lowry.

I'm Carl Lowry's sister.

Thank you
for comin' in.

Would you like
to take a seat?

How can we help you?

I saw the news, and, erm...

Did you come in
to talk to us

about your brother,
Carl Lowry?

Yes. I, erm...

I wrote... something.

"My brother Carl
was an abuser,

and my father
was an abuser,

and my grandfather
was an abuser, too".

My father abused me

and raised Carl
to be the man he was.

Thank you
for coming forward.

OK.

What do you mean,
"abusers"?

Child abuse.

Sexual abuse?

Yes. That's right.

Do you mind me asking which
children we're talking about?

There were lots of parties.

What parties?

He would take us to
a big house somewhere.

OK.

Where was this house,
do you remember?

It was about an hour's drive
from our family home.

One hour.

Then a gravel drive.

We stopped going
by the time I was a teenager.

Were there other children
in this house?

Yeah.

A pool.

The house
had a pool?

Yeah.

Was it outdoors?

Yeah. Very well heated.

OK.

Thank you.

Are there any other details
you can remember?

It was...

like something
in a magazine.

Very nice curtains, rugs.

Lovely snacks.

Who else was
at these parties?

Me.

Carl.

Er...

Me, Carl...

The Burkemans.

My family, the Lowrys.

My brother Carl, me.

Carl, me.

Victoria Burkeman
at these parties?

Victoria?

Yeah.

And who were
the other children?

Horrible.

I'm ashamed.

Eleanor, I don't want
to push you.

I really don't, but...

did you ever see anybody
actually being abused?

Yeah.

I am...

I am so sorry, I...

Many, many, many times.

You OK?

You OK?

Eleanor, take a deep breath
for me, please.

Take a deep breath.

You're safe.

You're in the police station,
and you are safe.

I think we should just
take a break.

The psychiatrist who said
Victoria was lying

when she said Ben Burkeman
was abusing her,

you see what you can
find out on him, please.

I'm on it.

Thank you, Mike.

- Hello?
- Hey.

Er, you remember,
erm, when you said

that you
didn't agree with

Victoria's first
psych evaluation?

Well, we've now
got a witness

who can confirm that
Victoria was sayin' the truth.

Sounds like terrible, terrible
things happened to her.

It was all true.

They were her parents.

We might need you
to come in, actually,

in a professional capacity,

to help us
support her to...

...make a statement.

Sophia, are you there?

That's incredibly useful,
to have a new witness.

Thank you for
letting me know.

I'm sure I can support
so you can get a statement.

Talk soon. Bye, now.

♪ ominous music playing

They know
about the parties.

They know
what you did.

You're coming with me.

We're going
to the police station

so you can tell them
everything.

Come on.

I'm going to
tie you up outside

with a note written
on you,

and you will
confess it all.

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

Mary.

Move!
Fucking move!

I'll cut out
your tongue!

♪ dramatic music playing

♪ Rock-a-bye, baby
on the tree top ♪

♪ On the tree top

♪ When the wind blows
the cradle will rock ♪

♪ It will rock

♪ When the bough breaks
the cradle will fall ♪

♪ And down will come baby
cradle and all ♪

♪ Hush, little baby