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This programme contains strong and offensive language, scenes and themes of violence

and misogyny that some viewers may find distressing, and drugs

Well, I'm happy to say, Dr Nash,

that our new evidentiary avenues look very promising.

We could be ready for the

Criminal Cases Review Commission within months.

Months.

HE SPEAKS IN LATIN

Hmm?

Justice delayed is justice denied?

Jason, we want the case for your appeal to be watertight this time.

And that does take time.

You might think time is something I have plenty of, Miss Ingram.

After all, I have been here for many years.

One day passes much as another.

I've grown accustomed to the indignities of incarceration.

Meanwhile, the real killer is still out there.

Alice Bell.

You have to understand,

she's dangerous.

She's already killed 14 victims and got away with it.

And right now,

she could be anywhere.

Surrounded by innocents,

unaware that a monster walks among them.

What are we doing here, then?

Oh, well, my husband, he's an estate agent,

and he got the keys through work, and I think they were...

I mean, why are we meeting?

Oh.

Well, we're all in the same boat, aren't we?

And?

Well, Julie and I,

we maybe thought that we could help each other out.

You know, share our experiences,

vent, make a plan of some sort.

I dunno.

Maybe we could all go to the police together.

They don't give a shit.

All they do is give you a crime number.

Crime number, yeah.

Maybe we can all write to our MPs.

Tried that.

I'm actually very friendly with one of the Junior Women

and Equality Ministers.

Said she would bring it up at subcommittee,

but then, ghosted me... like everyone else.

Is that what you do? Politics? Adjacent.

PR. Public policy reputational protection.

SHE CHUCKLES

No offence, but you can't be that good at it if you're here.

My clients seem to agree with you...

...since my executive assistant emailed them all

and told them I'm Alice Bell.

Why'd she do that?

I put her on a performance improvement plan,

which is literal violence, apparently.

We should go to the press.

I mean, online misogyny is very now.

I-I don't think we need any more attention, do we?

And I don't want to give social services any more reasons to think

that I'm an unfit mother.

Why? What did you do?

Well, I didn't do anything.

That's the point, isn't it?

None of us have done anything.

Not that it seems to matter. No, once the blood's in the water,

the sharks will just come and feed from whatever they can find.

Yeah, exactly.

You've got a bloody Sharknado.

I mean, what's the name of your one? Your troll?

True Crime Wanker? Er, True Crime Buster.

Oh, wow. That's really shit.

One of mine calls himself Bellwether666.

Knob. Yeah, he started it all.

He's convinced that I'm her.

He wants to "make her pay".

That's his catchphrase.

I can find out who he is, if you like.

No, he's Anonymous. He wears a mask.

Pussy. Oh.

Even if the pussy is using a VPN to hide his IP address,

I can send him a SlideLink to log it, and then,

run the IP through Osint tools

and scrub e-commerce data leaks and find his exact address.

Wow. You're like a hacker or summat?

Sorry, is it 1998?

No, I-I make computer games.

One doing quite well, actually.

It's called Doctor Death. Oh, I've heard of that one.

Yeah, there was a to-do about it on the school WhatsApp. Yeah.

It made me kind of famous online,

which some members of the gaming community didn't like.

And then, one of them started with all this Alice Bell stuff,

and it really got them frothing.

What gender were those members?

In an online poll, 57% of respondents said that

they would like to rape me to death,

versus 43% who wouldn't because I'm too ugly.

So, you know...

...still got it.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's been almost a year now for me.

Ever since we had a little tickle on the lottery.

How much did you win?

Not the jackpot, but enough that we should've said no

to all the publicity.

Like I told Ken.

But he said, you know, "Where's the harm in it?"

I mean, he's a lovely guy,

but no-one seems to have told him about envy.

What about you, Charlotte?

How did it all start?

I fucked my manager at work,

and his wife wasn't too happy about it.

And?

Well, she started the rumours.

Must've done. Right.

Right, well, did we have any other thoughts on a plan?

Pub? Sure, yeah. Why not?

At least they won't spit in my drink.

Just in mine.

We could go to the Angel & Griffin.

That's always empty.

They got a level one hygiene rating,

but I can just get crisps.

Yeah?

I notice our favourite local protected person

is lying very low these days.

Wonder why that is.

Keep 'em peeled, is all I'm saying.

She's got to work sometime.

But she'll try and blend in like she's been doing for years.

Pretending she's one of us.

Never let her.

Never forget.

♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch

♪ Like me... ♪

Relax. All right? She's not looking at you.

She's live at Caesar's Palace.

THEY LAUGH PHONE RINGS

Hey, Ken.

Well, just give him some of the stuff.

Yeah, but that's why the doctor gave it to us, so...

All right, I'll call you when I'm on my way.

All right. Bye, love.

Everything all right? Yeah.

Er, our eldest is suffering from anxiety, so...

It's the worst bit about all this, innit? Kids?

Yeah. Yeah, it really is.

Guys, let's get in. Oh!

Hang on now, you're not going to post this anywhere, are you?

No, don't worry.

Thank you.

So, do any of you get sent the sex stuff online?

You know, the ones that say they're turned on by serial killers' lovers?

My Instagram's full of it.

Oh, Christ, no! I've got filters for that sort of thing.

Oh, right. Don't put photos of yourself on the internet

if you don't want men wanking over you. Ooh.

And people wonder why I prefer women.

That must be why they told you online, right?

Cos I heard she went gay in prison.

Yeah. True.

Cos that's how that works.

Well, I heard that she's a drug addict,

but her police bodyguards buy the drugs for her.

So, our taxes are paying for her heroin.

Even though she has loads of money, cos, you know,

she secretly sued a newspaper.

That's how she could afford a bunch of plastic surgery.

She got new nose, eye colour, everything maybe,

so she looks completely different to how she did before.

Well, none of us look anything like her. Mm.

What? Well, you kind of do.

So do you.

No, I don't. SHE CHUCKLES

♪ ..But now, I see! ♪

APPLAUSE

I don't get why everyone hates her so much anyway.

I mean, she never killed anyone, did she?

Well, he said that she did,

but the jury only found him guilty.

She was just convicted of perverting the course of justice.

Yeah, but he was like, I dunno, was it 20 years older than her?

Yeah, but he wasn't awful-looking back then.

Kind of nerdy, but...

Here, look.

The correct dose of propofol induces unconsciousness within four seconds.

Indeed, I always ask my patients to count back from ten

and assure them, "You'll be asleep by six."

And they always are.

Now, the propofol is administered via a cannula...

Oh, Christ. Christmas in June.

I feel sorry for her.

KARAOKE MACHINE PLAYS "JINGLE BELLS"

All she did was fall in love. Oh, come off it. Ken's my world.

But if he asked me to cover for the fact that he'd killed 14 people

and blinded a kid, I'd tell him to do one...

♪ Alice Bell! Alice Bell!

♪ We know you're Alice Bell!

♪ We'll fuck you up, you fucking slag

♪ And send you straight to hell! ♪

We'll make you pay, bitch!

Please, sir, I-I'm not her! I'm not hurt.

♪ Alice Bell, Alice Bell

♪ Alice...# MUSIC CUTS OFF

Leave her the fuck alone! She's Alice Bell.

Yeah, well, you know, so am I. Me too. And me.

We're all Alice Bell, actually,

I'm calling the police. And I've got you all on camera.

Fuckin' slags. Twat.

PANICKED BREATHING - It's all right. - Come on.

You didn't have to do that. Honestly, thank you.

Yeah, we did. Looks like we've decided to come out fighting.

So... is that the plan, then?

That's the plan.

NERVOUS CHUCKLING OK.

You should've seen the guys' faces. It was brilliant.

Well, it doesn't sound brilliant. Are you sure you're OK?

I actually am.

I really felt like I wasn't alone.

Sorry, I-I know I've got you, and you are ace.

But to meet these women who are going through

the exact same thing, it's...

Here's a word I never thought I'd use - it's empowering.

Wow. Yeah.

And Ros, one of the women,

she's like mad good with computers.

She said she can find out True Crime Bastard's address,

and then, the police have to do something.

Well, that's good. Yeah.

So, are you going to meet up again? Yeah.

I think this could be the start of something.

Hey, Alice.

Never call me that again, you idiot fuck.

Hey!

BEEP LOCK BUZZES

LOUD POUNDING ON DOOR

Let me in!

You look beautiful. Yeah.

Kids want you to do waffles. I'll be down in a sec.

You're not going to get anything else done,

are you, love? Ken, don't.

Although Alice Bell claimed to know nothing of Jason Nash's crimes,

it would have been her as his theatre nurse

who titrated the lethal substances administered to his patients.

Mother of two Shelley Gold died during what should have been

a routine operation.

POUNDING CONTINUES Let me in!

LOUD POUNDING

Charlotte, I know who you really are!

HE SHOUTS POUNDING CONTINUES

This is my birth certificate! My GCSE results!

My swimming certificate!

Pathetic.

Are we really going to be gaslit by this woman

and her crocodile tears?

Honestly, Fran Parker -

you can hardly even make out that made-up name.

And even if you could, how stupidly easy is that to fake?

At least for someone as devious as Alice Bell.

He's the one who first accused me of being her.

And all the rumours.

That's why I got reported to Social Services.

No, you were reported because your child got harmed

while in your care.

My wife was attacked in broad daylight.

She's the victim here.

So, you're making allegation of assault, then, against this, er,

this true crime buster?

No. What? He...

He didn't do it himself,

but he told them to, his followers specifically.

I mean, is there a video anywhere that shows him doing that?

No. But...

He has got a catchphrase.

"Make her pay."

Well, I mean, that could mean anything.

Right. He incited a mob to attack our house,

and his thugs to assault Fran in the pub.

That's... I mean, that's malicious communication, isn't it?

I don't know. I'd have to check.

Right. Well, could you do that, please?

Why does he think you're her?

I...honestly have no idea.

I mean, she killed, like, 14 people, didn't she?

Well, no. No, she didn't actually kill anyone.

So, you're defending her?

HE SCOFFS

No, I just...

Look, this isn't really about her. This...

This is about him.

And what you're going to do about him.

Cos this can't go on.

You have to do something.

Who sent you this address?

Just a friend who's good with computers.

Hmm.

OK, well, we'll pay him a visit.

Have a little chat. Thank you.

Hey.

That your media coursework?

Yeah, just filming some birds, or something equally boring.

HE CHUCKLES Jay, stop!

Listen, maybe you should go back to school.

I could talk to the teachers.

Your dad could, then. It's fine. I'm just...

...you know, working from home until things calm down.

It's not that deep. Yeah?

Just need to think of something interesting to film.

Hey, whoa. Keep it away from me, all right?

Jay! Stop it!

You're the most beautiful girl in the world.

Say, who's a baby?

Are you mummy's beautiful...?

Erm, I think it's time I was taking her home.

It's almost bedtime,

and I've got my Zoom creative writing workshop.

Hey, she can stay here tonight.

Er, I'll just bring her back in the morning.

Well, Stephanie, the social worker,

she said it's best if all contact is supervised.

Yeah, that was just an informal arrangement.

I still think you should cooperate, though.

I have been, I am. I...

Tanita, it's just one night.

Well, maybe we should call Stephanie.

She said to get in touch if I had any concerns.

But you don't.

Do you have concerns?

Not about you, obviously.

But your address is all over the internet.

How do you know that?

There are videos.

But you haven't been watching those, have you, Tanita?

SMOKE ALARM BEEPS

Mum! Violet! Mummy!

What? Fuck!

Violet, quick! Quick!

Come on, get out! You're amazing!

One of you, ring the fire brigade. What's going on?

Tanita, take Maisie out to the garden.

Tanita, please! OK! Jay, bring the carrier.

LOUD BEEPING CONTINUES

Well, this looks shit. Yes, shit - but safe.

Jay, stop filming me. JAY CHUCKLES

Stop filming me! Why?

It's so jarring.

Kids, can you help out in some way, shape or form?

I can't believe you're making me share with wank-face.

Violet, please! It's just for one night.

Is it though? Jay, can you stop recording, please?

I'm making a documentary. What?

For my A-level media studies?

Yeah, you know, about what's happening to us and you,

and the other women. It's a cool idea, right?

Oh, I'm not sure about that.

Maybe just give it a rest for tonight, OK?

I rang her, by the way. Who? That policewoman about the fire.

We did visit that address.

The gentleman living there said he had no idea about

this True Crime Buster stuff.

Right. Well, of course he's going to say that.

He's not going to just admit it, is he?

Well, he said he was in all day.

His home security cameras confirm it.

Yeah, but like I said, it'll be one of his followers.

That'll be impossible to prove. No, not if you arrest him.

Seize his computer.

Yeah, it doesn't really work like that in real life.

I'll be in touch to let you know of any further actions,

if any will be taken. Great.

This can't be happening, can it?

Where are you going?

He can't just get away with this.

Nick! Nick, wait...

Jay, Vi, just popping out. Stay there, OK?

Maybe Ros got it wrong. Maybe he doesn't live here.

Well, you know... What?

...if you look him in the eye, that it's him.

Because I will.

I've watched him spouting enough evil about you.

I'll know it's him. Won't you?

Yeah. Yeah.

Then what are we going to do?

I'm going to tell him to stay away from my family.

And I'm going to make that very fucking clear.

Oh? Oh.

Maybe they are going to arrest him after all.

I know, I know. Forgot it again.

Sorry.

Oh, that's his wife.

That's his fucking wife.

Oh, my God. He's a police officer.

Nick, Nick. But it's him.

I know.

But you can't.

Oh, shit.

I know his name.

I checked the records at work.

We sold that house eight years ago to a Graham Hunter.

We just need to tell his superiors.

We don't have any real proof that it's him.

He'll just deny it.

We can't let him... them... all of them win.

They've already won, Nick.

Look at us.

What are we going to do?

BREATHES SHAKILY

DOOR OPENS

What's up?

You're not going to believe this.

Oh, God, what's he done now?

It's you. Huh? And those other ones.

This isn't him.

This is in the papers.

But she said she wouldn't post it.

Oh, my God, this...

This is the last thing I need. It's going to be everywhere!

LABOURED BREATHING

BREATHING INTENSIFIES

Feel my hands. Feel my hands, OK? Yeah? Yeah.

Three things you can see.

Toilet, shower...

...and a bit of mould on the ground.

Good. Three things you can feel.

Your hands...

...your face...

...and your heart beating.

Good. Good. All right.

OK?

What should I do, Nick?

All I want to do is run away and hide.

I want the world to see you.

The real you.

My wife, Fran Da Silva. Because once they see you...

...they'll see what I see,

and they'll know what I know.

That you're not her.

You're you.

Once they see that...

...they'll know that that troll

and his twat army are wrong about you.

And that this has all been a terrible mistake.

Do you really think so? Yeah, yeah, I do.

I know it.

OK.

Look, we just didn't agree to it, did we?

I just happened to be talking to a friend who works there,

a sort of quirky news thing,

so I just casually pitched it.

Yeah, as you do. It's done real numbers for them.

It's their biggest story yet.

The Mail Online have picked it up.

Oh, dear. Yeah, I know. Ken's mum thinks it's Christmas.

And now, I've had an offer of a live news appearance.

On the telly? Next week. Cathy Newman's new show.

Is that, like, a good idea?

We need to seize the narrative.

What does that mean, exactly?

Well, it just means we can show how dumb it all is.

You know, we can't all be Alice Bell, so none of us are.

You know, like in the pub.

We agreed to fight back.

And this is a way to do that.

But you're right, Fran.

I should have checked with you first. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

You're not going to do it? Well, why not?

I mean, if the rest of them are.

It's like girl power, right? That's not a thing any more, Dad.

Look, this is your chance to tell your side of the story.

Oh, yeah. Cos that's really how it works.

The media's always totally fair and balanced, isn't it?

I've gotta do something.

We can't afford to stay here much longer.

Yeah, Dua Lipa's playing the arena on the weekend.

Surge pricing.

Oh, my God.

So, now I see so-called

Fran Da Silva has decided to hide in plain sight.

I cannot believe this.

The mainstream media has gone all in on the idea that

Alice Bell's identity must never be known for her safety.

Not for the public's safety, oh, no, hers - a criminal.

And, if Jason Nash is to be believed, a murderer.

They've given a national platform to her and her new little friends,

the so-called Not Alice Bell Women.

Are you OK with that? With these grifters being allowed

to feed their lies into your living room?

Oh, yeah. There she is.

Thank you for coming. OK.

Where's Charlotte? They want to start soon.

She's going to mess everything up for all of us, in't she?

She should be here. Oh.

I-Is that...? Yes, didn't I say? They're not far from here,

so director thought it might be fun to have them along for balance.

Fun, balance.

Vanessa Carr. Nice to meet you.

We're the Not Alice Bell Women. Hi.

Nice to meet you. I'm Darius.

This is my mum, Nadia.

We are so glad you're here.

So important that the voice of the real victims is heard.

We learnt from experience, my son needs to tell his own story.

What is your story... exactly? Sorry?

With your site.

There's reports online, but it's difficult to know

what's true and what's made up.

I had a tumour pressing down on my optic nerve.

It was meant to be a routine operation to remove it,

but Jason Nash thought I'd be better off dead.

But luckily, one of the other doctors stepped in

and saved my life, so... I'm still here.

But his optic nerve was severed,

and he'll never see again.

He was 12 years old.

Still, not being able to watch porn meant

I smashed my mates at GCSEs. SHE LAUGHS

If she hadn't changed the previous theatre logs,

they'd have caught Nash long before he could get his hands on my boy.

They're not her, Mum.

It's kind of the point.

I think you're really brave.

Thanks, but it's not like I had much of a choice.

You're late. All right, mum. Just in time.

Now...

...remember. Quiet dignity.

Brave smiles.

Let me do the talking.

And now, we have a sobering story for our times.

Five women have all been accused of being someone they're not -

namely, Alice Bell, the woman convicted of providing

an alibi for her then-boyfriend, serial killer Jason Nash.

They say they've all suffered from the toxic misogyny

and disinformation that pervades our social media-driven world today.

Well, let's find out.

We're going live to Woodgate, in Northamptonshire now,

where all five women have agreed to talk.

Vanessa, let me start with you. What has this all been like?

I mean, the fact is it's a modern-day witch hunt, Cathy.

It's a symptom of the dark times we live in.

And we are its entirely innocent victims.

Yeah, it's been a total nightmare.

Well, we do now have a written statement from Alice Bell herself

via her solicitor, Adaba Ukwani.

Thank you, Cathy.

My client says I have the deepest sympathy for all these women

who have been persecuted so unfairly.

Unlike these women, I am Alice Bell.

But I've served my time in prison.

And, like these women, I too deserve a home.

I too deserve some peace.

I too d... BEEP

I'm so sorry. We seem to have lost the connection there.

But let's go now to our next guest,

Assistant Chief Constable Mark Slater,

of Central Midlands Police.

Mr Slater, what do you say to the accusation that you've provided

insufficient protection to these women,

and that a change in the law is required?

Well, Cathy, we take allegations of harassment very seriously.

But what I'm hearing is that your response has been

insufficient at best, or negligent at worst.

So, what do you recommend these women do to protect themselves?

They should report all the incidents to the local force.

We've done that.

Well, I understand that all of them have.

And, with respect, these ladies need to accept that

the necessary investigations take time.

Did he just call us "ladies"?

Breathe, Julie. All right.

In the meantime, my advice would be to avoid inflaming

the situation any further.

Us inflaming the situation further?

What are you on about?

I've had a brick through my window.

My baby's been taken away.

I've been spat at in the street.

Attacked in the pub.

Someone tried to burn my house down.

And right now, my family are in hiding.

And I'm assured by my officers that they're doing all they can

to bring the perpetrators to justice.

Oh, bollocks! Total cocking bollocks!

THEY GASP

E-Excuse me, if I could ask you to refrain from using that language.

And apologies to our viewers for anyone who is offended by that.

The main perpetrator is one of your officers!

That's how he's getting away with it, it's corruption!

Now, that's a very serious accusation.

Well, you can ask him yourself.

His name is Graham Hunter, and he lives at Number 13...

I don't think we can do that live on air right now,

we do need to move on.

Look, I'm just asking you to help me.

Mr Slater, please.

Listen, Cathy.

Your viewers sitting at home watching this,

you might think you're safe,

that this would never happen to you.

That the world makes some kind of sense.

But it doesn't.

Your whole life can be destroyed

in the blink of an eye for no reason,

and no-one will fucking help you!

I must apologise for the swearing there.

It is an emotive subject, but we're sorry to any of you

who may have been offended by that language.

PANICKED BREATHING Fran!

Keys...

...trees...

Fran! Hang on a minute!

CAR ENGINE STARTS

SHE SIGHS

Bollocks!

Total BLEEP bollocks!

The main perpetrator is one of your officers.

Should report all incidents wi-wi-with respect.

Now, that's a very serious accusation.

PHONE CHIMES

Oh, my God.

Mum's here. OK. How long...?

What's happened? Are you all OK? Hey, I've been trying to call you.

Why are the police here? Have we been doxed again?

No, no. They've come to take us home.

What? Yeah, they're giving us protection.

A patrol car outside the house.

Orders of Assistant Chief Constable Slater.

Really? You've gone, like, mad-shit viral, Mum.

#TotalCockingBollocks is trending everywhere.

It was so cool, Mum.

And I have a feeling that True Crime Buster is toast.

Oh, my God. Yeah.

Hey.

All right, come on.

Step aside, please, Mr Hunter.

Come on, Sal. For Christ's sake!

Les Nouvelles. Really?

Yeah. The Not Alice Bell Women are the soul of England, apparently.

Why are you doing all this? Posterity. Grandkids.

It's an incredible achievement.

And I'm your superfan.

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, wait. Nick. Nick, check the new camera.

Fran, there's a police officer outside now.

Hey. Hello. Morning. Morning, morning.

Hello, Maisie-Lou. It's me.

Hi! Hello.

Hi.

I thought we were coming around to yours later.

Oh. Stephanie says she's delighted you feel able

to take Maisie back into your care.

I feel able.

It's always been your decision, hasn't it?

Oh. Has it?

Well, of course it has. Hi.

Hiya.

Hiya-ya-ya.

Fran! Fran!

Jo. Hiya.

Oh. Oh, my God. You were amazing on the TV.

Yeah. I'm so proud of you. Total cocking bollocks.

SHE LAUGHS Hilarious!

Glad you enjoyed it. Yeah.

And we at the leisure centre are really looking forward

to you coming back on Monday.

Yeah.

I don't think I'll be cocking well doing that.

Reaction's been pretty positive.

Especially your annihilation of the police.

Your mate Graham's completely disappeared online.

He's taken everything down.

Yeah, they've told me he's been suspended pending an investigation.

Well, hopefully that's the last you'll see of him, then, eh?

Thank you. All of you.

And amazing, Vanessa, that you got us on there.

Hi.

Sorry. Bus was late.

Again. Great.

Well, now you're here, we can run through the bookings.

Sorry...

...what's his deal?

Sorry, er, Fran's my mum.

Jay's got some Media Studies coursework that he needs to do.

So, I'm just, like, making a documentary about you guys.

I've cleared it. I mean, it's all great content.

But I can stop if it's... Oh, no. You're OK.

Sorry. Vanessa, did you say "bookings"?

Loose Women, BBC Breakfast, some local radio,

Best of Britain Awards... No way!

God, Ken'll piss his pants. THEY SNICKER

And next week, we've been invited to attend

the Global Women's Day Conference in Dublin. Oh, wahey!

Are they paying? "Limited expenses," it says.

Isn't that just a load of hairy armpits and Birkenstocks?

You say that like it's a bad thing.

No, it's fourth wave Feminism.

No, high heels and Hollywood waxes are an act of resistance.

Do we really need to be doing this?

I mean, we got what we needed, and we...

We're not out of the woods yet.

We need to lean in to really cut through to the mainstream.

No, she's right.

The daily death threats have gone up, if anything.

As always. "Free Jason Nash."

"Fuck those Alice Bell bitches to death."

"Kill the murdering Karens," etc.

But Dublin... I'm sure is lovely.

But I-I just want things to go back to how they were before.

And winning the media war is how we do that.

This is how we get our lives back.

OK.

LIQUID POURS Finally got her down.

Two bottles, greedy. Takes after her mother.

Oh...

To the Not Alice Bells.

They seem like a really good bunch.

Yeah, it's literally saved my life.

I don't know where I'd be without them.

To the NABs. Yeah.

Graham.

Thank you for coming.

Dr Nash, it is an honour to meet you.

Oh, please. You are the hero here.

It's my job to protect the innocent.

True Crime Buster is just me going the extra mile.

Yes. It's justice.

It's what drives us both.

But I heard you had a little trouble.

Now they're investigating me.

I've been suspended. Searched my house.

My wife's gone to her sister's.

All because of those fucking bitches.

No, we mustn't blame them all.

Alice is so very good at lying.

Those poor women, they don't stand a chance.

But...

...don't worry.

We will find a way to make her pay.

So, she is Alice?

Or one of the others is.

Which one?

Please, Dr Nash, tell me.

Which one?

..Her then-boyfriend, serial killer Jason Nash.

They say they've all suffered from the toxic misogyny

and disinformation that pervades our social media-driven world today.

Well, let's find out.

We're going live to Woodgate, in Northamptonshire now,

where all five women have agreed to talk.

Hello, Alice.

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