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A teenager's diary.

It's not an easy read, is it?
No.

We have a DNA match

from the window that you smashed.

I'd been in there the previous
evening, seen the silverware,

it was an
utterly shameful thing to do.

It's finished me.

She's kicked me out, Jamie,
can I kip at yours for a bit?

Find a hotel like a normal person!

You might want to just want
consider something though,

I know stuff about your boy.

Eliot Hollis.
He was about to turn 16.

Two arrests, and one
for stealing his dad's car.

We should prioritise
Chris Lowe right now.

He'd used his credit card to visit
child abuse websites.

Is there anywhere you and Asif
can go and stay

that Christopher
doesn't know about?

Your mum, she's now threatened

to go to the police
with evidence of some wrongdoing

I've apparently committed.

He abused me. Mentally, physically,
sometimes even sexually.

And that's not a violent man?

Feel like I'm slightly
losing the plot.

You're just tired,
it makes everything seem worse.

I wish to apologise to Mr Carr,
and his family,

we will be seeking prosecution

for any online activity that seeks
to incite violence against Mr Carr.

Peter Carr?

Urgh!

Over here!

Well, we all mess up,
we're all fallible,

we've all done things
of which we are ashamed.

The trick in life, I think...

is knowing which things

we should forgive ourselves for,
and which not.

Except I'm not sure
it really is that.

Suspect is a white male,
mid-40s, wearing a navy top

and a grey baseball cap.

Last seen walking toward
Burleigh Road,

witnesses said he had
a knife in his hand. Over.

I think a part of me wonders

if I'm just coming to a
natural conclusion here.

I've been doing this for...28 years?

There are other things
to do in life.

Not like this.

So why did you retire?

I didn't retire. I was A19-ed.

In the cutbacks.
Ah.

The truth is, what I did,
what you still do,

when you lose it, you realise
what a privilege it was.

To be able to help people,

often at the very worst moment
of their lives,

to find faith in the world again.

Cos I genuinely believe that's
a big part of what we do.

Restore a little shape,
a little order,

a little meaning to the world.

I mean, not so much on traffic duty,
but, erm...

And obviously Naked Gun.
Yeah, oh, say, Naked Gun.

Midnight Run?

Oh, man, Midnight Run.
Yep. Definitely.

And Fargo would be on there.

"You're darn tootin'!"
"OK, hun!"

His BP and stats are very low now.

Get me four units of red cells...

Well, that was a great evening,
thank you.

I'd really like to do it again
sometime.

Yeah, me too.

All right, this is me.

Well, anyway...

..good night, then.

Good night.

Yes, it went very well,
and no, I didn't snog him.

Sorry, boss, that's not
what I was ringing about.

What? Pete Carr.

He's been attacked
outside his office. Stabbed.

Oh, no!

They say he's gonna be OK, but...

No, no!

He still had the knife on him
when they nicked him.

Who was he?

Some local nutjob.

Links to far-right groups,

got geed up by all the
online paedophile stuff.

So we go after all those...fuckers.
Absolutely.

She's exaggerating. Tim and I
were out for about 45 minutes,

and Pete just went down the pub.

And Chris Lowe?

I don't know where Chris went,
you'd have to ask him.

But you accept you were
all out of the house

at various points between
9pm and midnight?

Yes.
So why did you lie?

I would have thought that had
become blindingly obvious.

I thought there was
a very good chance

anything I told you
would be leaked,

and given my best friend is
now in intensive care,

entirely because of you,

I think I had pretty
good reason to be nervous.

Can we move on to your car,
Mr Hollis?

Which, in fact,
matches exactly the description

of a car seen driving erratically
at approximately 12:20am

on the morning that Hayley
went missing.

And how many dark saloons
with trailer bars

would there be in the Hardy area?

We didn't ask your opinion,
Miss Gray.

Although she's right.

But I suspect even my ex-wife
will confirm I was in the house

in bed at 12:20am.

How old was your son...

..that New Year's Eve, James?

How old was Eliot?

15.

Actually, only a few weeks off 16,
I believe.

And sadly, quite a
troubled young man, it seems.

Already arrested twice,

for possession of cannabis,

once for ecstasy,

and just one month before
New Year's Eve 1999,

for stealing his dad's car and
driving it whilst drunk.

Which is why I have to ask you,
James...

..did Eliot take your car
that night?

No.

Maybe he came across Hayley,

maybe hitch-hiking somewhere,
picked her up?

Something happened between them,
something went wrong...

Eliot's never hurt a fly.

Maybe it was an accident.

The car was seen to be driving
erratically.

Maybe he was drunk, maybe he knocked
her down, it was a dark, wet night.

But in either instance,

you found out.

And agreed to drive the body
back up to London

to obscure your son's involvement.

The idea that I would
drive the dead body

of a young girl my son had
killed, to London,

is...

as absurd as it is abhorrent.

Then can we ask you why,
when we first interviewed you,

you referred to your son
as a "little boy"?

A turn of phrase.
Really?

We think it was deliberate.

We think that you didn't want us
to even consider the idea

that there was effectively another
adult in the house that night.

I don't want my client

answering any more questions
about his son.

So unless you have any
actual evidence,

rather than shot-in-the-dark
theories, I think we're done here.

OK.

Henry.

We spoke to Maria.
Pete's conscious and talking.

Stay strong, fella, stay strong.
Yeah, you too.

It was stupid, and I apologise.

A case of misguided loyalty.

Misguided loyalty to who?

Jamie.

He rang us all after he'd first
been interviewed by you,

and he said he told you that
we all stayed in that night.

The inference I took was that
we should all say the same.

Why do you think
he wanted you to lie?

At first I thought it was
because of his profile

that he didn't want the press
latching onto him.

And, yeah, I was happy
to go along with that,

because I didn't for a
nanosecond believe there was any...

..darker motive.

Except then yesterday Pete rang me.

Pete Carr.

And he told me something
about Jamie's son.

Told you what?

He said he'd seen Eliot
climbing into the house

through a first-floor window

at around two in the morning
on New Year's Day.

OK, so where are we
with Eliot Hollis?

Still looking for him.

But for what it's worth,

I just pulled this off an
online employment site

which he signed up to in 2007,

when he was living in the
States with his dad.

It details holiday work on a
building site in the UK, so...

OK. Let's check James Hollis's car,

the BMW, I wanna see
its service history.

Maybe speak to the ex again,
check their bank statements,

insurance companies.

I want to know if the car
had any bodywork repairs done

in the months immediately
after Hayley died.

I just wanna say I'm sorry, Pete.

I was angry, and...shocked...

..but I also know in my heart
you're a good man.

Yeah, you've done some silly things,
we both know that, but...

..you're a good man.

And I want you to hear
that I know that.

Basically, I think Hayley
used a sort of code,

in her diary,

I'm guessing
for if her mum read it,

so she wouldn't know what
she was referring to.

So, first up,

when she has sex,
I think she calls it "tea".

And then, and I think this is
actually more important,

when she says she had some cake, I
think she's saying she took drugs.

So this is just a small selection

of the times these words appear,
but you can see a clear pattern.

"Great cake at Marly's, then
went shopping, a very nice trip."

"Went clubbing in Portsmouth,
ate cake, up till six."

"Had tea and cake with Ade,
his birthday present to me,

"just what I always wanted."

The reason I think
this is significant

is this reference here.

This is dated two days
before she disappeared.

And here, she says,
"G's gonna get us some cake

"for the New Year party."

I think this is why
she left work earlier,

I think G's is where she was going.

Dealer, maybe? Or friend
who was selling her some gear.

Erm...

I mean, it might explain
how she could have been

in the vicinity of the Spinney,

which from the pub, is the
opposite direction to the party.

Nice work, Fran.

OK, can we liaise with
Hampshire Police

on local drug dealers,

then and now?

But really good work, Fran.

Thanks, guys.

Shall we?

Miller, hi, it's me.

Erm...I'm sorry I haven't
rung before,

but I just needed some time
on my own to think things through.

And I wanted to say...

..don't believe what you might
hear about me from the police.

I'm not a bad man.

I made some mistakes
but I'm not a bad man.

So, why did you lie, Christopher?

I lied, erm...because from the
moment Hayley Reid went missing

I sort of believed
that at some point

someone would knock on my door
wanting to blame me.

Which...I believed for
a number of reasons.

None of which include me having
anything to do with her death.

Erm...in late December 1999...

..I was in a bad way, mentally.

I was in the manic phase,
I know now, of a bipolar episode.

Exacerbated by over-work,
and by a personal event

that had...

profoundly traumatised me.

And on New Year's Eve,

in addition to me idiotically
taking some cocaine,

it overwhelmed me.

And I became very unwell.

I think I ended up leaving the
house, and just, just walking,

eh, I dunno where,

for a couple of hours.

And then finally, when I returned,
I was exhausted

and I fell asleep
almost immediately,

and then the next day...

..news started to filter through

about this missing local girl,
and...

..because of this personal thing
that had happened,

and I suppose to a degree because
of my poor mental health,

I became...obsessed that the
police would come for me,

that a knock on the door
was imminent.

But it-it-it didn't actually come.

Not that day, nor the next, or the
day after. It didn't come.

But, erm...I never stopped
waiting for it.

So, when you finally showed up,
DCI Stuart,

in my head I went straight
back to those first days

after Hayley Reid went missing,

I felt the same fear,
the same panic,

and yeah, I lied.

I lied about where I was that night.

That is all that I lied about,
because I swear, I-I...

I didn't hurt Hayley Reid.

I never even met her.

And this event, that fed
into your paranoia...

..what was that?

Yeah, so, uh...

On October 12th 1999 I was
arrested for credit card payments

to online child sex abuse sites.

The card was a business one, which
meant I was arrested at the office,

and the police told my
business partner, Helen,

because I sometimes visited

commercial shoots
involving children.

She then told the board,

and in January 2000,
she told my wife.

Two months later, when I was
charged, the board sacked me.

Then my wife filed for divorce.

So, within four months
of my arrest...

..yeah, I lost, erm...

I lost everything.

Everything I loved.

My wife, Laura, and my career.

My...

My beautiful daughter.

Yeah. Yeah, my life just
pretty much collapsed.

But here's the thing,

it wasn't me.

The credit card payments,
I didn't make them.

My life had been ruined, and
I was completely, 100% innocent.

And do you happen to remember
who packed the trailer?

Jesus! You don't think...?
Do you?

I always used to pack the bags,
and...

James always used to put them
in the trailer.

OK. And your car, a BMW 3 series,
I believe?

Yeah. Do you recall if it sustained
any damage over that break?

You think it was a car accident?
Do you?

Mrs Hollis?

He said he'd hit a deer.

Your husband?
Yes, my husband. Who else?

Why don't you take a look at these
photos, and this floor plan...

..and tell me if you can remember
which bedroom

you and your husband slept in,

which bedroom your friends slept in,

and which your son.

No.

My card details, like those

of hundreds of other
completely innocent people

were cloned.

Of course, I protested my innocence,
I told them, "This is crazy.

"I've never visited these sites,
it's absurd, a mistake."

But I was charged.

And then...

..then suddenly I was living alone
in a depressing flat in Acton.

And my trial date had not been set.

I managed to salvage some money from
my separation, and I found a lawyer,

and we hired a team of investigators

to prove that the sites paid for
were never actually visited,

they proved that when
the payments were made,

allegedly from my work computer,
I was abroad.

And so in 2003, finally,

the charges were dropped

and I was granted a
record deletion application

in 2004.

By this time Laura had remarried,

and I hadn't seen her,

or been allowed to see my daughter,
for three years.

I was living in shelters,
or on the streets,

without access to
the medication I needed.

The idea of just turning up,

and persuading them I hadn't
somehow bought my innocence...

..yeah, that was beyond me.

So I had to try and begin to accept
what had happened to me,

this awful injustice,

this catastrophic unfairness.

To try...to try and...

rebuild a life.

You know, which sounds simpler
than it actually was,

because I was homeless,

in and out of temporary
accommodation for six more years...

..before Tim...

..my friend, Tim,

he finally tracked me down,

bought me my first van, in 2010,

then I began to live again,
rather than just exist.

Then one week ago, you turn up, and
ask a man who has lost everything,

through, what, just simple bad luck,

someone...someone who knows
what can happen,

and you ask him where
he was that night.

Yeah, so, that's why I lied.

That.

(That.)

James Hollis's ex remembers
his son slept in a box room.

The only box room in the house

has a window that goes out
onto a flat roof.

Which supports Tim Finch's claim

that Pete Carr saw him
seen climbing in at 2am.

Exactly.

Yeah.

Jake Collier.

She's in an interview at the moment,
can I pass on a message?

Hello, is it Maria?

Yeah.

Sorry, I was just having
a quick nap.

I'm Dr Walsh. I'm one of the doctors
who's been looking after Peter.

Oh, right. Yes. How's he doing?

(Shit.)

D'you believe him?
I dunno.

Maybe.

You speak to the legal firm,

I'll try and track down the
unit that investigated him. OK.

Guv?

King's Lynn nick just rang.
Peter Carr's died.

Heart attack.

'Please leave your message
after the tone.'

Mrs Carr, it's DCI Cassie Stuart.

I just wanted to ring
and say...how..

..desperately sad I was...

..to hear about your
husband's death.

DCI Stuart? DCI Stuart,
have you got anything to say?

What will you say to his family?

D'you blame yourself, DCI Stuart?

'..and as his wife comforts
their two young sons tonight,

'I think the death of Mr Carr raises
a number of important questions.

'Firstly, what new laws, if any,
do we need,

'in order to better restrict

'the sort of hateful
social media campaign

'that undoubtedly contributed
towards his murder?

'And secondly, I think we need
to ask how problematic it is

'that such major
criminal investigations

'as this one, are increasingly being
held under such a public gaze.

'With police so far
refusing to confirm

'whether Peter Carr
remained a suspect,

'the parents of Hayley Reid
must be asking themselves

'the most painful question.

'Has the killer of
their beloved daughter

'taken the secret of her
final moments to his grave?

'This is Rohit Katru,
outside Bishop's -'

Hey.

I just went out to grab a bag.
I didn't forget to turn it off.

Dad -
I just want to say that I've been...

..thinking about what we were
discussing the other day.

And I am genuinely sorry about
what you are going through.

I'm fine.
The problems at work

or whatever it is personally.

My personal life is fine, too.

Of course...I'll always be there,
you know?

To give you whatever I can,

whenever you need it.

Wow. Well, thank you so much.

It's just that, erm...

..well, at the moment I think it
would be better for both of us

if I were to give you
a bit of space.

So I think it's best if I
move in with Jenny for a bit.

All right.

Anyway...

it'll be a rehearsal for us,
you know?

"Rehearsal."

I asked her last night
if she'd marry me.

She said she would.

So, we'll probably...

buy somewhere together, next year.

Sorry, you mean, like,
move in together? Cos you can't...

you can't buy somewhere together,
can you?

Cos you're the only one
with any money.

I never thought that
we'd fall out about money.

I'll give you a call tomorrow.

I love you, sweetheart.

Yeah!

I miss...us...

as a family.

I miss us all being together.

I miss you.

And I missed you, Aisha.

When you left for your soulmate.

D'you remember?

The girls missed you so much.

And I'm so sorry for that.

For all the mistakes I made,
which I want to put right.

Now!

It's too late. We've moved on.

I've moved on.

Then...

you...love her, do you,

this...Sal?

Yes, I do.

And the girls, I mean...

Surely we owe it to them
to ask what they'd like?

"We"?

Surely you can't deny them that.
I mean, if they want it,

the chance for us all
to be together again.

A proper family.

You always said
the girls came first.

But I never meant for anyone
to actually DO anything!

OK.

Can I read what your last post said?

"For too long, paedophiles,
rapists and murderers

"have been treated as if
they were the victims.

"but enough is enough.

"If the government won't bring back
the death penalty for such crimes,

"perhaps it's time for honest,
law-abiding citizens,

"to take matters into
their own hands."

And then you've put a picture of
Peter Carr

with his work address,
under the headline, "Monster".

But I never said to anyone
to kill him!

So when you said it was time

for people to take matters
into their own hands,

what did you mean, exactly?

I just wanted a job.

I'm 27, and I have
a degree in journalism

that's cost me the
best part of 50 grand.

And I have never

had proper paid work
in my chosen field,

despite having written hundreds
of job applications.

So I was just trying to...shock.

Cos...that's what you need
to do these days.

Otherwise no-one hears you,
no-one listens.

And if no-one listens, what are you?

You're no-one.

In terms of the IPCC
it's a mandatory referral.

I don't really have any choice.

And the case?

The Reid family have reiterated
their faith in you.

For now, the case remains yours.

Thank you.

Oh, just ask the actual
fucking question, Em, please.

Look, I've got ten minutes
before I'm due back,

and I really don't have time for
endless, dreary euphemisms.

You don't have to get so unpleasant,
Dad. Oh, you think?

It's just that, as your father,

I thought you might
already know the answer.

I'm sorry.

I'm very stressed by all of this.

But, no.

I never hit your mum.

Apologies, but I...
have a two o'clock.

And for the avoidance of any doubt,

I'm not a psychopathic murderer,
either.

Just pull the door to,
when you leave.

Love you.

Els?

If you don't tell me the truth,
Eliot,

I can't continue to protect you.
Like you have for the past 32 years?

Protect me from what? Have you had
a good look at me recently, Dad?

Prison. And I will happily do that.

I will lie for you,
and say I was driving that night.

But you have to tell me the truth.

I've already told you
a million times.

I don't think so.

Yes, I have. I was driving,
I hit something, I don't know what.

I went out to look for it and
couldn't find anything. That's it.

No. Yes! Because you actually
went back that night.

I what?!
I think you actually found her,

and then you hid her,

and then you went back to get
her a few nights later.

What the fuck are you talking about?
Tell me the truth, please, Eliot!

It's been 18 years, I need to hear
it, now, I need to hear the truth!

Where was she found?
Oh, you KNOW where she was found!

I don't! I've been using
since you first called me!

Where was she found?

Tell me, where was she found?!
She was buried in London.

What?

(No.)

What?

Come on!

Good boy!

Wooh!

Boss.
Yep.

Uh, so, just got off the phone
to Eastleigh nick,

which is the nearest one
to Middenham,

so they've identified our 'G'
as local drug dealer,

nickname 'Gandalf',

real name, Nigel Farndale.

He's got a 30-year record
of drug offences, so they're gonna

pull him up and bring him
straight in. OK. Thank you.

James Hollis is downstairs,
with his son.

For the past 18 years

I have believed that my son
killed Hayley Reid.

Because he did steal my car,
he was drunk,

and when he got back home
at two in the morning

and I found him in his room
in a terrible state,

he told me that he'd hit something.

He said that he'd got out
to see what it was,

but couldn't find anything.

And although his gut instinct told
him that it was just an animal...

..he was also very scared...

..that it might be a person.

Which fear grew, when the next day

news that Hayley Reid was missing
started to filter through.

And the fact they couldn't find her

also, uh...fitted

because the road he was on

was next to the river

which had burst its banks
following the heavy rain.

Meaning we had to consider

the awful possibility...

..that she had been knocked into the
water, washed down the river,

and out to sea.

And for 18 years

he and I have hidden that, uh...

dreadful secret,
and I'm so, so sorry for that.

And then she was found.

The nightmare should have been over.
Except...

..instead of finally

believing that he was innocent...

..I started to believe that
not only had he hit her,

but he'd actually found her,

and hidden her

to drive back down a few days later,

retrieve the body...
and bury it in London.

Oh, it, erm...

might seem a terrible thing
to believe about your son.

But...

18 years of this...

toxic secret between us, and...

..seeing the consequences of that in
everything my son has become...

..has made my judgement bad.

And how do you know he didn't do
exactly what you've described?

Because when I finally found him,
just a few hours ago,

and talked to him properly

for the first time since
Hayley had been found...

he reminded me that we
drove back early on the 2nd,

to put him on a
flight to Switzerland

for a school skiing trip.

He was away for ten days.
There will be school records.

He could have driven back
down there once he got back.

By which time the police
and half the world's press

were in Middenham,
so I don't think so.

But, listen, we're not
hiding anymore.

He's here, to answer your questions.
So ask him.

But...

I think he did just hit a deer
that night.

And by me...enabling him

to not face up to his
responsibilities...

..I've messed up his whole life.

For absolutely no reason at all.

So, I'm gonna stay
in the van tonight,

because I want you to have
the time you need,

you know, to absorb everything.

And when might the police know,
do you think...

..that you're not a suspect anymore?

I don't know.

But if it's worth me saying
one more time,

you know, it wasn't me.

Not Hayley Reid, not the
credit card stuff, not anything.

And sometimes...

we have to, you must know this,

we have to accept that...

..that life can be just random,

and cruel,

before being,
in the blink of an eye,

just as randomly wonderful.

Eliot?

D'you wanna fuck off, Dad?

He's right, I'm afraid.

Within five days
of her disappearance

Middenham was crawling with police,

there were search parties,
choppers with cameras, road blocks,

if she was murdered in Middenham,

it was always my belief she had to
have been moved within a day or so.

Sorry.

They're looking at
their records now,

but the teacher I spoke to
remembers the skiing trip well

and remembers Eliot being on it,

because he was such
a pain in the arse.

Right.

And Nigel Farndale's here.

Thanks.

Did you talk to the son?
Uh, briefly.

And?
My sense was

he is telling the truth.

So for now we're
letting them both go.

I better speak to
this Farndale bloke.

Yeah, I better push off.
No, thank you for coming in.

No worries.

Uh, look, I'm probably gonna head
back down to Hampshire tomorrow,

so...
Right.

But, erm...can I call you?

I don't know if this is a good idea,
right now, John.

I've just got so much...

..c-crap on, right now,
that I need to sort out.

And...I'm not sure starting, uh...

It wouldn't be fair on you.

Sorry.

I'll call you, then.

I mean, we all lived together
for 10, 11 years, Mum,

we never saw him
do anything like...

You know, the photos, were they even
you, or was it make-up, or...?

I dunno.

Help me out here,
cos I'm struggling.

Well...

you're not struggling, Em,
or you wouldn't be here.

You wouldn't have driven five hours
just to ask!

Listen, I know I shouldn't
have asked for the money,

it was stupid, but it was the
first time in nearly 30 years

I felt like I had the upper hand.

And I got a little giddy.

Although...

..for what it's worth,
he never did pay the settlement.

These are the letters
from my lawyer to his.

I instructed mine
to stop fighting in 2005,

after your father put his hands
around my neck, at our old house,

and threatened to kill me.

Of course you and Clare never saw
stuff, I did everything I could

to keep it from you both.

As did he.

For different reasons, obviously.

But that takes its toll,

sweetheart, living that lie.

To keep smiling, as you told me
about all your fun times with him.

The lovely holidays with him.

When I knew...what he really was.

It took its toll on me,

and in turn, my problems
served his deception well.

The photos were genuine, my love.

And you're here now
because some part of you,

some subconscious part,

has always known that
something was wrong.

And it gives me no pleasure at all

to tell you that you are right.

Yes, she came to my house
that night.

Mm-hm. And that was to buy?

In 2000, it would have been E's,
I'd imagine.

You didn't think to mention this
to the police at the time?

I had a house full of gear!

I knew I hadn't done anything wrong,
so...

But, yeah, I'm sorry. I should have.

Do you remember what time
she arrived?

Would have been about...
twenty past eleven.

How do you remember so specifically?

Cos we chatted a bit, maybe
ten minutes, then we left together.

I went to a party in Alcross, which
is about half an hour aways,

and I remember I got there
just as Big Ben was chiming.

And when she left, did she say
where she was going?

She said straight to her party.

Erm, can you...

show me where you were living,
in 1999?

So, if what he's saying is true,

then to get from the Farndales
to the party house,

there's absolutely no reason
for her to be passing the church.

Or where Eliot Hollis was
spotted driving the car.

Which would seem to suggest
James Hollis

is telling the truth,

as was Peter Carr.

Yeah.

As she walked from here to here,

if she encountered anyone,

the more likely it would be
Chris Lowe or Tim Finch.

And I've just come off the phone
to West End Central,

who have detailed records of the
credit card investigation into Lowe,

which they themselves now admit,

with hindsight,

was flawed.

So he didn't just hire good lawyers?

On balance, they think not.

They think he should never
have been charged.

That doesn't mean we eliminate him
as a suspect, of course,

but for now, I think we should
concentrate our fire elsewhere.

And some, erm,
slightly better news here.

Yesterday we got in touch with DVLA
to see if any of our

four main suspects
had any endorsements

for the days after New Year.

And my thinking was,

you have a dead body in your boot,

you might be driving
a little faster than normal.

So here is a copy of Tim Finch's
driving license endorsements,

going back 35 years.

There's four speeding offences
on there, which is kinda normal.

Except for the date
of the second one.

Shit!

The 3rd of January, 2000.

That's the day after
he got back to London.

D'you know where he got it?
Not yet.

They're gonna get back to us.

But that...is a tickle.

That's definitely a tickle.

DI Khan.
'Have you got a pen?'

Yes, yes, I have, yep.

'6:20am, A405 South.'

That is so helpful,
thank you so much.

Ticket was issued at 6:20am
on the A405. Which is where?

Six miles outside of Middenham.

Was he heading to, or from?

From.

Timothy Finch, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder

of Hayley Reid.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention now

something you later
rely on in court.

As you're being arrested, we have
authority to search your premises

under Section 32 of the
Police And Criminal Evidence Act.

Would you like to get dressed,
please?

Why were you on the road
out of Middenham,

heading to London,

at...6:20am,

the day after
you'd returned to London?

I'd left my laptop in the house
and drove back down to pick it up.

I left very early because
I wanted to be back in time

for morning surgery.

And you'd arranged this
with the lettings agency?

Yes.
They've made no mention of that.

Well, what d'you want me to say?
I arranged it.

Who'd you speak to?

I don't remember, it's...

nearly 20 years ago, erm...

a bloke, I think.

And, what, he took you round there,
did he?

At 6am?

No, he left the key,
under a flowerpot.

Apparently the house was vacant
that week,

and he said to just let myself in.

So why were you speeding?

It had taken longer that
I thought to get down there.

I was running late.

For the purposes of the interview,
DC Collier has entered the room.

Sorry to interrupt, Ma'am.
Can I have a quick word?

Excuse me.

Interview suspended at 8:31.

In his cellar, behind
a thousand boxes of junk,

we found one of those old, like,
money box type things.

And when we got it open,
we found these.

A necklace, with hair
still attached to the clasp,

a scrunchie...

..and a pair of knickers.