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TANNOY: 'Stand clear while gates
remain open. Stand clear.'

WOMAN: There he is!

ANGRY SHOUTING

SLOW PAN-PIPE MUSIC

Annie Keel murdered my son!
You tell her I'll be waiting!

Tell her Patrick Mantel
is waiting for her! Tell her!

Give her that message from me.
I'll be waiting for her!
What kind of solicitor are you?!

Recognise her? Of course. Annie Keel.
We received this. "In the eyes
of a mother, a son can do no wrong.

"Annie Keel is innocent. Free her,
or terminal justice will be done.
You have five days."

People like Keel always get stuff
like that from killers, housewives -
what do we care? Normally, we don't,

but she's up for parole. If it fails,
her counsel's taking her case to
the European Court of Human Rights.

Whoever sent this threat claims
to have hard evidence that proves her
innocence. How does this affect us?

Or, more precisely...me? Being seen
to be tough on crime is a vote-winner

and the public don't want Keel let
out. Whatever this person believes,
we have the evidence from her trial,

which will show she did what she said
she did. So you want me to trawl the
archives to save you embarrassment?

Absolutely. It's a day's work.

Thank you(!)

Heard about the computer revolution?
They're only as good as the people
who use them. They confuse me.

I get frustrated and you know what
they say about a frustrated woman.
She needs a damn good seeing to.

Mel! I could show you how to use
them - it'd make life easier. You
could scan this into a hard drive.

Might even save a few trees!

BANG!
Argh!

All right, leave it, leave it. I'll
do it. The blue one - that's the one
I need. Are you all right? My back.

You beeped me. What's up? No idea.

'70s - remember them, Grace? Yeah,
try to forget them. 1975 - what were
YOU doing, Mel? Waiting for '76!

1975. Sex Discrimination Bill was
passed. I wasn't born then. How old
do I look?! Jaws was the top film.

England lost to Czechoslovakia, 1-0.
No change there, then.

T-Rex, flares... T-Rex? Good
music...which I'm not gonna sing.

And Annie Keel. Pleaded guilty
to two counts of murder.

She was given two consecutive life
sentences, with a recommendation
never to be released.

Yeah, I remember the way she killed
her husband. Jeff Keel. And
a neighbour's kid. Very good, Mel!

Er, Giles Mantel, aged eight...

Sam Keel, her only son, survived.
So why are we concerning ourselves
with a woman who pleaded guilty?

At her trial, Annie said that she,
Jeff and the kids were alone in the
house on the night of the murders.

So, whoever sent these threats
by e-mail claims to have
forensic evidence...to the contrary.

No government in their
right mind will let her go free.
She's up there with Myra Hindley!

E-mails have an IP attached, which
leaves an audit trail. We follow the
trail to the server, get an address.

We go to his house and tell him
to stop sending sick mail and stick
to Xmas cards. Spence, you're a god.

Do it,
but first check out the Mantels. OK.

Reese Dickson wants to set her free.
What do you expect me to do?
Let's talk about it inside.

Worried what the neighbours think?
I gave that up years ago.

Mr and Mrs Mantel?
Yes.
Who's asking?

DS Spencer Jordan.
DC Amelia Silver. And?

They dropped the charges!
Why don't you wait inside? It's
not about the attack at the prison.

It's some information... What?
Someone claims to have new
information on the Annie Keel trial.

It suggests the verdict
should be looked at. The verdict?!

Why...?
Go inside. Do you have access...?
Or have you received mail...?

Go inside! I know this is hard...
The only thing we want to see is
Annie Keel hanging from a lamppost.

If your new information
helps that happen, you call me.
Otherwise, stay away from my family.

This is a total waste of time.

I've read about Annie Keel.
You know what? I agree with him.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Boss? Get over to the Met archives.
We need the forensics. Authorisation
should have been faxed through.

Patrick and Mary Mantel weren't
too happy to see us. Not that
I blame them. Don't worry about it.

Frankie!

Met archives! OK.

Doesn't make sense. Never has.
No, but this is based on your...
The brutality of the killings!

The fact Annie murdered her son's
best friend because he happened to be
on a sleep-over. Come on!

I always thought her self-confessed
guilt was dubious. But she has never
denied that guilt.

A guilt that they were THAT quick
to accept! You think women never kill
unless something's in their way.

New boyfriend wants the woman
but not the kids. Well, sometimes,
people don't obey the rules.

No, but they could at least
have asked the question -

what was in her way that was so bad
she felt that little Giles Mantel
had to die?

Life meaning life! That's what
the judge said. Life meaning life.
Doesn't that mean anything any more?

Patrick, why don't we go away
somewhere warm? What do you think?

The European Court
of Human Rights, that's where...
her solicitor will take his case.

Huh - human rights(!)

What about Giles's rights?

Who's gonna protect his rights,
his memory? Us!

That's who - you and me!
Us!

I just can't be around this, Patrick,
do you understand? Let's go away.

Go away? How can we just
go away and leave him?!

What happened to spending time
together, going and seeing
the world - what happened to that?

This happened! Open your bloody eyes!
It's our son they're talking about.
We have to protect him.

Annie Keel is still alive!
Her son is still alive!

And our son is dead!
Nothing is going to change that.

CHILDREN SHOUT IN DISTANCE

Hi, it's Alex.

I'm sorry, but you're the only one
who can help me.

If they let her out...

she's going to try and find me.

You're the only one who knows
who and where I am.

Please, Joanne, I need to see you.

OK, thanks.

'Hello?' DS Spencer Jordan and DC
Amelia Silver. We're here regarding
some evidence we need to collect.

What do you notice about
these notes? They're not official.

There are also holes all over them,
like someone's struggled to keep up
with what's being said. Copies?

From what?
The courts hold the originals.

Whoever typed these up must have
been at the trial. Jury member?

Or in the public gallery. That would
take a bit of doing. The big murder
trials always attract big queues.

Well, half the nation was obsessed
with Annie Keel. She's even got
her own website. You're kidding!

No, it's run by her fans.
Can you give me another one? Sure.

Have you ever surfed the Net?
No, it doesn't appeal to me.

Unrestricted access
to some of the strangest people on
the planet - it's perfect for you.

What do you mean it's perfect for ME?

1975? Well, if it is here,
I'm not sure it'll be worth finding
after all these years.

How do you know where everything is?
I don't, but down here
is all the evidence from the 1970s.

If we've got it,
it's in here somewhere.

Yeah, this whole corridor is 1975.

You can start here.

Leave it as you found it.

Reese Dickson,
the solicitor for Annie Keel.

Is she in(?)

Thank you.

Your solicitor is here again.

Someone tried to repaint his car
on the way out yesterday.

You OK?

I don't pay him...

yet he always comes to see me.

So what's the problem?

We've only ever talked
about this moment...

The chance of my release.

It's what's kept the conversation
going all these years.

If we win this appeal...

..it could be real.

I preferred talking about it.

Hello, Annie.

Hello.

This is taking us hours.
Look at the amount of stuff
we've got to go through.

You guys read the papers
this morning? No. Why?

They found a woman in a suitcase.
No!

What - a whole woman? Yup.

A whole woman.

Who said men can't pack(?)
That's terrible!

Let's find this stuff
and get out of here.

You know, she was very beautiful.
Who was? Annie Keel.

Yeah, well, 25 years behind bars
put paid to that.

Oh, come on, there's nothing here!

I wouldn't say that.

Looks like all this stuff here
is from the Annie Keel trial.

Most of it is
from her son's bedroom - Sam's room.

You look wonderful, Annie. So they
attacked your car? It's nothing.

Listen, I think we have a very real
chance of getting you out of here.

Annie? They took away
the one important thing in my life.

That's what I'm fighting for -
your freedom.

My son! They took him away from me.

If he really wanted to,
he'd have found me by now.

There's nothing else there for me.
Yes, there is. You can start again.

Let's not go through this again.
I have everything arranged...
I know what'll happen tomorrow.

Of course you're frightened. You've
served a full life sentence in here.

OK, all right...

If you really want to, we can forget
the whole thing, but, stuck in here,
you'll never find your son.

Who knows what he's been told?
I dunno what I'm more afraid of...

dying in here, or finding a son
who won't want to know me. Look at
you! You're a beautiful woman.

You still have time to enjoy life.

But YOU have to decide.
I can't fight for you.

Can you help me find him?

Will you help me find Sam?
Of course I will,
and I'll help you start a new life.

Truly, you have nothing
to be frightened of.

How am I supposed to pay you back...
for all these years?

You listen to my silly worries about
nothing. That's payment enough.

Let's concentrate
on how we put the case together.

25 years!

Boy, that went fast.

Women are brought up
to be self-effacing...

thoughtful...

caring. That's so true, Grace(!)

You know,
if I didn't know beforehand,

I'd say a man did this, not a woman.

Why?

Well, Annie Keel kills her husband.

Now, I can sort of understand that,
but why someone else's child?

A neighbour's child. She'd suffered
years of abuse from her husband,

but Giles Mantel was an innocent boy.
Now, that isn't a woman's target.

We've got a vanload of this. I'd
like to help, but I have a bad back.

You rest. Spencer needs
the exercise. Excuse me?
..Frankie'll be very pleased!

I like this one. Lockard's Principle
of Exchange. I don't follow.

When two objects meet, touch, they
exchange something of each other.

What's that mean?

You OK, Annie?
Tell us about your holiday again.

It's lock-up time.
Tomorrow, I'll bring some photos in.

The sea, what colour was the sea?

It was so clear, you could see to
the sea bed, and it didn't rain once.

And the colour?
The colour?

Blue.

Blue like turquoise.

♪ Hush, little baby
Don't say a word

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a mockingbird

♪ If that mockingbird don't sing

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a diamond ring

♪ If that diamond ring turns brass

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a looking glass... ♪

This is how it always should be -
BAGS of evidence. It's like
Christmas. Enough to get you started!

Do we know where the sender called
from? No, but they know how to avoid
a trace and are probably online

using a pay-as-you-go mobile,
which doesn't require
a registered address.

Can we not trace the mobile unit?
Without an exact address, we can
only do it down to a square mile.

That'll take time. Won't he know
how long it'll take to trace him? He
knows what moves we will make next.

Terrific(!) In this threat, it says,
"In the eyes of a mother, a SON can
do no wrong. Annie Keel is innocent.

"Free her, or terminal justice will
be done." I don't think the threat
is to Annie Keel. It's her son - Sam.

Oh! Mind yourselves.

Are you OK putting the stuff away?
Yeah, I'll be fine.

Joanne!

I'll be retiring soon.
35 years.

I must have been assigned to over
1,000 children through the courts,

relocating them,
trying to offer some comfort.

And only once
did I get personally involved.

Does my mother still write to you?

Every week.

Monday morning, there it is
in the post tray, her letter.

"For the attention
of Mrs Joanne McKenzie."

Funny - I don't know why
she assumes I'm married.

After her trial, when...

my foster parents...

tried to sell my...
my story to the Press...

That's why I placed you with another
family, as far away as possible.

But I was still Annie Keel's son.
Yeah. That's why I came back to you,
because I knew you'd help me.

I'm asking you to help me again.
Of course.

If Annie Keel or anybody
tries to contact me...

you won't tell them?

He has a plan and we can assume that
he knows how to execute it. The plan
is... To kill Annie Keel's son, Sam.

Mel? Well, we're still trying
to trace the liaison officer.

So, at this precise moment
in the investigation...

all we have to go on is Frankie...

..and her bags of evidence.

Wow(!)

I have a son now...

Max.

He's got your eyes.

The minute I saw Jane,
I fell in love with her.

Losing her frightens me
more than anything.

You haven't told her, have you?

Your wife and son don't know?

They're all I have.

Frankie!

Oh, God! What are you trying to do?
Ever thought of knocking? Sorry.

How much more can you get
from the evidence, from that alone?

If we had measurements of the actual
crime scene, I could piece together
more. What if we brought it to you?

How do we do that?
Reconstruct the murder scene.

Where?

Here.

You'd do that for me?

Yeah.

Right...

Right...

Hey...!

Wow!

Oh, my God...

Yep!

Um...

Right...

He...ll...o!

I clicked it out here, right on this
bit. So if you could come and give
me a massage...? Yeah, no problem.

Take everything off.

Hear you?!

DISTORTED VOICE:
'Is that better?'

That's weird!

'If you want to talk back to me...

'just pull up the volume control,

'and activate the computer mike.'

Uh...this one here?

'Would you like to talk about Annie?'

Yes, please!

I screened it and there's nothing
metal, so let's see what's inside.

I'll get this seal tested for saliva,

but if this is from the same person,
I doubt they'd be that stupid.

Ros, can you test that for me?
Thanks.

Well, it's a toy.

It's the Lone Ranger, to be precise.

Looks like he's seen a bit of action.
His outfit's blood-stained.

Frankie?
Yeah?

Do you ever get
the feeling we're being used?

What's the betting that the blood on
this little fella is Giles Mantel's?

Do that...

'I have to go now.
It was nice talking to you.'

Don't go. Wait, wait, wait!

Damn!

The stain on its clothes
matches Giles Mantel's blood group,
as do the DNA results.

We think the Lone Ranger was taken
by whoever committed the murders.
This is all we need(!)

It was never found. Suggests someone
else was in the house that night.
This isn't going to go away, is it?

No. We are doing our best to find
Annie Keel's son. But when Annie
went down, he was fostered, aged 16.

He disappeared off the face
of the earth. You see...

the biggest fear upstairs has
is if you actually manage to prove
that Annie Keel is innocent.

Innocence costs money, not to mention
a whole world of embarrassment.

The whole truth and nothing
but the truth - that's me. You still
believe that, do you? Yes, I do.

Hmm.

The press'll have a field day with
this. I've also got a thing about
receiving anonymous notes, but...

You think Annie Keel
took the rap for someone else?

She's very pretty.

I can't tell her, Joanne.
But they've reopened the case.
What if the police try to find you?

You said you wouldn't tell them!
And I won't, but you should tell
your family - your wife, at least!

Hi, Mum. Hi! Have a good day,
darling? Come on, let's go home.

I will. But not now.

Hiya!

Hello!

How was your day?

Not bad, really.

Our son's name
is all over the newspapers.

"New information" has been received -
can you believe it?

That, uh...policeman, Boyd, believes
there are unanswered questions.

What questions?!

What are they trying to prove?

There's just no bloody justice
any more.

Well, say something!

Say what?

They're talking about our son.
They are taking away the only
thing he has left - his dignity!

He's gone, Patrick!

It doesn't matter
what they say or do - his dignity
was taken away the day he died!

I can't...

I can't do this.

This?!

This isn't about you - this is about
Giles. This is about our son,
who we have to protect.

Giles is dead!
Whatever happens now, he's dead.

Whatever happens now? He may be dead,
but we still have to fight for him.

Fight to make sure
that woman stays rotting in prison!

Why is it you can never say
what you really mean?

Why? Go on!

Say it! Say what you never dared
to say. Say it!

I'm 52 years old...

and I have nothing left to say.

My life has...been living with death.

What do you want me to do...huh?
Turn my back on him?

I think you should do
whatever you think is right.

If it makes you feel better
to fight on, then you do that.

But I want to live.

A teddy bear near the bed.
That's right. Now, the dog.

OK, now, the jigsaw...

here.

Right.

Francis, try that piece here.

Yeah, that's perfect.

Nothing for 20 years,
then twice in the same day!
Hello! It's good to see you.

That's the day you left...
the day you changed your name.

It's, um...

it's getting harder at school.

I, er...
I can't seem to concentrate...

and it's not fair on the kids.

Why did you never go
and see someone? If anyone
has issues to discuss, it's you.

I did - once.
They told me I'd almost completely
blocked out any memory of...

uh...that time...

and, to be honest,
that suited me just fine.

But now it's coming back?

I keep having these...dreams
about that night.

Giles...lying there.

In the dreams, it's like...

..I've done something...

..but I can't remember what.

All right, ladies and gentlemen...

Dr Frankie Wharton.

Thank you. Now, from the crime scene
photos and the forensic evidence
from the archives,

we have recreated Sam Keel's bedroom.

The original carpet, bedding,
wallpaper and toys are all here.

Now the Lone Ranger isn't in any of
the photos, so he was most probably
taken before the police arrived.

I've also re-examined the knife Annie
Keel said she used and, with the
pathology report, it doesn't add up.

The knife at the trial
wasn't the murder weapon?

The one used in the killings cut
cleanly through tissue and even bone.

This is a kitchen knife. It couldn't
have caused those injuries.

They reckoned Jeff Keel was probably
the first to die. Yep. Jeff Keel
was murdered in his bed next door,

but then the killer came in here,
because we found traces
of Jeff's blood in this room,

and then Sam's friend, Giles,
who was staying the night,
sleeping here in Sam's bed...

..wearing a pair of Sam's pyjamas.

Giles died...when his throat was cut.

This arterial spray is evidence of
that. It travelled the length of the
room, and then decreased in distance,

as his heart ran out of blood.
But Giles had more knife wounds.

Indicating the attack
became more frenzied.

In Sam's bedroom, two different blood
groups were found - Giles and Jeff's.

I found a third blood group
which was originally missed.

On Giles Mantel's pyjama top,
I found small traces of O-Neg.

What's Annie Keel? B-Neg. And Sam?
Same. But no trace of it in here.

What's confusing is that the only
blood found on the knife and Annie's
nightshirt was Giles Mantel's.

Could someone else have been
involved? Too soon to tell.

Just one thing bothers me, though.
Where was Sam
when all this was going on?

PHONE RINGS
Social Services.
Just one moment, please.

Do you blame your mother?

She married a man who hated me,
a man who I hated.

I still think about him.

But killing him was one thing.
Killing Giles - why?

He was my best friend.

It doesn't make sense. It never has.

She was depressed.
She had no-one to turn to.

She was using a lot of cocaine
at that time - you know that. Yep.

And I feel...guilty
for not at least giving her a chance.

A part...

A part of me...wants her
to stay in prison for ever.

That way, I don't ever
have to deal with this.

Is that so bad?

Maybe I turned my back on her
cos the one thing
I can't get out of my head...

I remember it
as if it happened minutes ago...

In the court, she'd just been
sentenced. She wanted to see me.

I just screamed at her...

..but she smiled at me.

Right...
Defence's history on Annie Keel.

Single child, parents on the
poverty line, abused by her father.

Aged 14, she enters a career
in prostitution. Her son Sam
is a result of one of her encounters.

Aged 18, she meets Jeff Keel, who
represents her in court on a charge
of soliciting. They later marry.

She has no signs of vicious, violent
or irrational behaviour - in fact,
totally the opposite.

So we've got a profile of a murderer

who in no way fits the profile
of a child-killer.

OK, so who DOES fit the profile?
Patrick Mantel? Her son, Sam?
I mean, who else is there?

I don't know, Spence. I can only go
on what's here, not what isn't.

Annie's gown was soaked in Giles's
blood. She must have held him.

Well, assuming Annie comes across
this horrific scene, she may have
started trying to tidy things up,

perhaps see if the boy's comfortable.

Remorse. "What have I done?" Or
confusion. She walks into a scene of
horror and tries to make sense of it.

If she did stab them both, wouldn't
she have been sprayed with Jeff's
blood as well? More than likely.

There were high levels of cocaine
and alcohol in her blood, too. She
probably couldn't sign her own name.

A handwriting expert has examined all
the statements, and they were altered
at a later date. We can move on that.

The original investigating officer
was John Fontain...

and, unfortunately, I know him.

Why do people have a problem with
women that kill? I don't. Meaning?

If we had the death penalty,
we wouldn't be bothering with this.
Are you serious? Absolutely.

A life for a life. She took two.
And we'd be out of a job, mate!

Mr Fontain?

Sorry to bother you. I've told you
people before. I'm not religious,
so please leave me alone!

DS Spencer Jordan
and DC Amelia Silver.

There a problem? No problem.
Detective Superintendent Boyd?

Yeah, I know him.

We are reviewing
the Annie Keel case.

What's there to review? A possible
new witness has come forward.

Forensic experts are going over
the evidence. We'd just like to
go over the night's events with you.

Would you, now?

OK, love...

At 1.30am, we had a call
to the Keel residence...

where we found Annie Keel
in some distress,

covered in blood and holding a knife.

Inside, we found Jeff Keel, dead...

and, in the children's room, Giles's
mutilated body - his intestines
were hanging out. Should I go on(?)

We're aware of what happened.
Oh, you're aware, are you?! Of what?

Were you there?

No!

So, what are you aware of?
I mean, please, enlighten me(!)

The evidence may conflict with
judgement. She confessed! Signed a
statement with her own hand! Did she?

33 years I've been in the force.

You weren't even born
when I picked up that child's body,

and you come here and accuse me
of throwing a case?! Is that it?

OK, OK...! We are just following
the line of investigation.

Annie Keel is guilty! She did it!

Now, why don't you both just...
piss off?!

Hmm, I think that went rather well.

Still think she should fry, do you?

Mel...

Mr Boyd? Well, not exactly, but yes.
Reese Dickson.
I'm Annie Keel's solicitor.

Your investigations could be harmful
to my client's mental health.

So could spending the rest of her
life in a cell if she's innocent...

My client's innocence
is not at issue. I've already made
arrangements to interview her.

I just ask that you tread lightly!
You came here to tell me that? And
to ask why you reopened the case.

Someone believes she's innocent,
and someone has vital evidence they
wish to share with us. All right?

Ah! Any idea
who that someone might be?

Well, that is a question that I'll
be asking your client, Mr Dickson.

Remember Vicky Nolls?
Yeah.
She's just had twins.

Oh.

You've never asked.

Everyone else has, never you.

You confessed...and now you're
in prison. What is there to ask?

Most people do.
Ah, well, I'm not most people...
and neither are you.

You learn everything there is to know
about each other in here,
sometimes without asking.

Maybe I already know the answer.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

I think you're guilty.

I'm just not sure what of.

DOOR CLOSES

What are you doing?

I'm walking out on you. Something
I should have done 25 years ago.

Go on, then. Say it!

Say it. Say what you've always wanted
to say. Go on. SAY IT!

I'm leaving you, Patrick.

- Please, let me go.
- You are not going anywhere!

Detective Silver? Yeah?

Christ! Are you all right?
I, um...I wanted to talk to you.

I have a few questions. Sure.
Seems everyone is out, so it'll be
just you and I, if that's OK.

Yes, it isn't official. I just have
a few questions. Sure. Come on.

What can I do for you?

Mrs Mantel, you've obviously been
hurt - maybe not for the first time.

Let me help you.

How do you express
so many years of guilt?

Guilt?

You know...prison is in the mind.
When your mind is in prison, it
doesn't matter where you're sitting.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah.
Just a little, you know...

400 caged, frustrated women -
a good portion of them in...

Grr! ..the throes
of premenstrual tension.

I'll wait in the car. Some men would
give their right arm to be here.
It's not my arm I'm worried about!

Has your husband
ever hit you before?

She WAS beautiful.

Sorry? Who was beautiful?

Annie Keel.

Men couldn't help but fall for her.

It wasn't her fault.
She just wanted to be loved.

To Jeff, she was an ornament,
a possession.

Why do men want to possess women?

Jeff Keel, was he...successful,
respected as a criminal lawyer?

Oh, yes. Made his dinner parties
very interesting, if not a bit scary.

Why was that?
Jeff represented the cream
of the London criminal fraternity.

He'd often invite the devil
to dinner, along with his nice
middle-class neighbours.

I remember
at one of his dinner parties,

there was a particularly odd
young man...fawning over Annie.

Jeff didn't take it at all well.

Suddenly, this young man
threatened Jeff.

As I recall...
the evening ended very badly.

Do you remember this young man's
name? Well, it was over 25 years ago
now. I only met him the once.

He wasn't a regular.

These people were from another world,
a world with very different rules.

It isn't right.

What? My back.

Hello. Superintendent.
And my detective sergeant...

DS Spencer Jordan. Reese Dickson.
They're bringing her out now.

Time is very unfair on women.

We have to work twice as hard as men.

I wish I had time...

like you.

I've seen pictures of Annie Keel.
She was stunning.

I could never be like her.

I wanted to be.

Patrick wanted me to.
Kept telling me. "Why can't you
be more like Annie Keel?"

Hi, Annie!

This is Superintendent Peter Boyd
and Detective Sgt Spencer Jordan.

Mrs Keel, thank you for c...

for, er...

Take a seat, please.

There's been some progress
in the force, I see. Getting there.

So, why are you here?

I wanted to tell someone so badly.

Anyone, even a complete stranger.

Tell them what?

My husband...was having an affair
with Annie Keel.

Why didn't you say this
at the trial?

Patrick, he...persuaded me
that we should just say nothing.

Why? Why would he tell you
to say nothing?

Because he was there!

My husband was at Annie Keel's house
that night.

We have looked at the evidence
from the trial. I don't understand.
Why would you want to do that?

We received information about the
case, including an e-mail. Whoever
sent it believes you are innocent.

Also, there are discrepancies
in the evidence we tested against
the court evidence. I've confessed!

I served my time!
Why do you have to do this?

Well, we ARE the police. We do have
a duty to follow up new information
such as this. New information?

It's Sam's. It has Giles Mantel's
blood on it, and the police cleared
up that house thoroughly that night.

(Oh, God! Excuse me...)

So who else could have taken this
from the house that night, Mrs Keel?
I don't know!

It was taken the night of the
murders. But you said nobody else
was there that night. OK, enough.

But someone else was there,
because they sent us this toy.

Enough! You have no right
to do this. She has served her time.

Patrick arranged for Giles
to sleep over at Annie's house...

of course, with the guise
of being able to pop over
and see how the kids were.

I dropped Giles off. What time
did Patrick come home that night?

It was after the ten o'clock news.

He had a bloody nose.

He left my son with HER.

Why? Why did he do that?
Why didn't he just bring him home?

Mary, I'm going to call some other
officers for help. No, I shouldn't
have come. Oh, God, what have I done?

Listen to me - you've done the right
thing coming here, I promise you.

Come on, just sit down for a second.

That's it, OK.

It's all right.

OK, these are the pyjamas...

that Giles Mantel wore.

I've checked all fibres of carpet
and clothing against control
on the comparator and they're OK.

I've matched those
that I want to go to MSP and then
on to Thin Layer Cromatography.

For the man-mades, I've chosen
an infrared. Can you organise it?
Thanks, Ros.

Mel! What has she said?

Mary dropped Giles off
at the Keel house. When he got home,
she confronted him about the affair.

Then what? He went back to the Keel
house to finish the affair, pick up
Giles. Came home with a bloody nose.

OK, take her to the interview room.
I'll be there in a minute. We need
to locate Patrick Mantel. Yep.

If you were here...
if only you were here...

none of this would be happening.

But you're not, and it's all my fault
that you are not.

Your mother and I...we argue.

We argue.

Hello. Detective Superintendent Boyd
has just entered the room.

Mary, I just wanted you to go over
what you told me, nice and slowly.

Well, I really should go.

I'm wasting your time.
I shouldn't have come here.

Why shouldn't you have come here?
What about Annie?

I don't know now. I don't know
what to think any more.

She was a good person...

but...Jeff made life so hard
for her and Sam.

Annie was...

well, a prostitute.

Jeff told him so, like he did
with us. It was all so wrong.

Jeff told Annie's son
that she was a prostitute?

He was always so cruel.
Always so cruel.

What was Sam like as a child?

Um...he threw tantrums.

You know, lost control
over the smallest things,

but Jeff made things worse -
he was always picking on him.

Did he ever retaliate? Sam, I mean?

Uh...

there WAS an incident at school.

They found a knife on him.

I think he was just showing off,
trying to impress the other boys.

Annie told me about the knife.

It...it was a present.

I don't suppose you can remember
what sort of knife it was?

Oh, my God...