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What makes more sense, Minnet Kable, who has no connection to the kids,

or Bones, who has a connection?

Bones's real name is Jacob Adley.

On the weekend of the Donkey Pitch murders,

he was in police custody in Bristol.

Minnet Kable is the Donkey Pitch killer.

You need to tell me what you know about my brother.

No.

What if he was really in our home and I saw him?

I could have done something about it.

Two men, posing as police officers,

have taken us hostage in our home.

Today is the day we are going to escape!

If you have the chance to get out of here,

I want you to leave me behind!

Have you worked out who I am yet?

I want him back!

I want my baby home!

Ewan? Are you down here?

Ewan!

Do you know what this means?

It means...

...we can finally talk!

I couldn't let you in on the secret.

I needed you to stay in character,

which meant there were so many things I had to do

while you were sleeping!

I kept thinking you'd figure it out, but you honestly didn't know.

And the two detectives! Honey and Molina!

I knew they were real coppers,

it was them I used to make our ID cards,

but for them to turn up here?

What are the chances?!

I'm so relieved you know.

You must have so many questions.

Fire away.

There's... no boss?

He's not real. Or... he's me.

And-and-and... you... you killed...

Yeah.

Why?

At first, it was to keep her from coming to the house.

But, honestly, I probably could have dealt with that situation,

had it arose.

Arose? Arisen? Arosen?

Anyway...

...she was sort of my warm-up,

for the family.

You're a nutter.

- Am not.
- You are. You're a fucking nutter.

I am not mentally ill!

And I would know if I was.

I used to work in a nut house.

Please don't kill me.

I wasn't planning to kill you.

In fact...

...you can leave now if you want.

But you'll have to walk.

That's no problem.

You want to walk? All the way to the train station?

It'll take you hours.

Think how exhausted you'll be when you finally make it home

to Stroud Green.

Imagine what the missus would think!

Hate the idea of dragging her into all this.

Especially with all those hormones raging.

Then we're in agreement.

I will drive you to the train station myself,

as soon as I'm finished with the family.

I'm thinking, late afternoon?

I'll need some sleep first.

So, all of them...

You'll kill all of them?

At any moment, they could tell the police what we look like,

and that won't work, now, will it?

Exactly.

It needs to look like a man took the family hostage,

killed them all and then got away.

But here's the thing.

Little miss housekeeper doesn't really fit into that narrative.

So, erm...

...can you give your old pal a hand?

Watch out.

Bit of a step there. Yep.

You don't look happy,

and you were ever so quiet on the drive...

I'm worried that you're only here with me now

because I implied that I'd kill your pregnant girlfriend.

.

The thing is...

...I would go through with that.

I'm not sure.

It's not important.

What's important is how you feel about me.

Because if you don't like me,

honestly, there's no point in continuing.

We can end things right here and...

No. No. No need. I'm, adjusting. That's all.

But what I feel about you is...

...that you are very clever.

Thank you.

And I've so enjoyed our time together.

- Really?
- Really, really.

And I want to... help you...

...bury her.

We'll do that, then we'll go back to the house and...

...kill the family.

Don't need your help with that.

Kind of want to do that myself.

Since...

...we're being open with one another...

Finally!

What exactly is it that the family has done to you?

That.

.

Don't worry about that right now.

Kind of need you to focus on the task in hand.

Right.

But you and I are good?

We're more than good.

We are... We're great.

Then I have one question for you.

How do you feel about Doctor Who?

Because they've got this tour in Cardiff,

and they take you to all the spots they filmed,

all the castles and everything.

I've been wanting to go forever, but I've had no-one to go with.

I don't want to be one of those weirdos who's like,

"Party of one", you know? That'd be so embarrassing.

Look, I get it.

The 13th Doctor wasn't to everyone's tastes.

And you don't strike me as a feminist.

But let's get something in the diary, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Otherwise, we'll forget.

Come on!

Beca...

Time for a chop chop.

Hearing more about your swim last night.

The details are fabulous.

Loads of drugs.

Fake crocodile.

And a fuckload of bullets.

Is that it, or am I missing something?

Python.

I am not making you a coffee.

I didn't ask you to make me a coffee.

And I'm leaving in 20 minutes.

I guess that means I'm leaving in 20 minutes?

If not before.

You hate that I'm here.

I don't want you getting the wrong idea.

About what, that you're the coffee-making type?

That I'm the home-making type.

I tell you what.

I'll make my own cup of coffee.

And then I'll come and sit next to you and we can talk about work.

No other topics allowed.

And then, in 20 minutes, we both leave.

I won't even kiss you goodbye.

Coffee's over there.

You want a shower?

I'm good.

So your man Bones isn't the Donkey Pitch killer.

Puts you at a bit of a dead end, doesn't it?

Kable's guilty, Jack. He's ambidextrous,

one of only a few people capable of carrying out those murders.

Unless it was two people. One right-handed. One left-handed.

Jesus Christ.

Kable confessed.

You've mentioned that.

A few dozen times, actually.

He wandered in off the street one day

and started talking to whoever was around.

He asked for me, actually.

He'd heard me talking on the news, said I sounded nice.

As we've established, he's not particularly bright.

Right.

So you said Minnet Kable asked for you specifically?

He did, yeah.

Because of the news?

I might be disliked by my colleagues,

but the camera absolutely loves me.

You're lying.

See, you didn't used to speak on camera.

You never answered questions, not even on your own cases.

Robbie told me.

Said your boss was a sexist prick who didn't allow it.

I was still on the news all the time. He saw me.

You said he heard you talking.

But he couldn't have, could he?

So, how do you know Minnet Kable?

Yeah, this is it, isn't it?

This is what you haven't wanted to talk about.

- What have you been hiding?
- I don't hide,

but you've pushed it too far this time.

Big mistake.

And why is that? Because I know you now.

I know your nightmare.

The Donkey Pitch case was fucked from the get-go.

Rain washed away any forensics that we would have gotten.

Witnesses were a bunch of dumb teenagers who weren't talking.

And for a kicker? No motive.

It was never going to be solved.

I met Kable on another case.

He was a witness, nothing important.

But that's why he asked for me, when he came in to confess.

Matthews and I accepted his statement.

We got Kable into custody,

informed the families. Gave them closure.

About a week later, I'm typing up a report for my other case,

the one where I first met Kable,

and I'm looking at our conversations,

adding things up...

He's got an alibi for the night of the murders.

Kable confessed for attention.

People do it sometimes, especially when they're a bit dim.

His solicitor was never going to find that alibi,

so I didn't tell Matthews, I didn't tell anyone.

Because what's the point?

We are supposed to put people like that in prison.

Who cares how we get them there?

No! That look...

Next time I see you, that is going to be smacked clean off your face.

You've got a prison visit, with Minnet Kable today, haven't you?

Be sure to ask him about his "nest".

Mr Kable, my name is Jack Caffery.

I'm a police detective.

You confessed to killing those two kids, on the Donkey Pitch.

That's why you're in here. Is that right?

When you went to the police, to tell them what you did,

you spoke to a woman.

But you already knew that woman, didn't you?

What did you and her talk about?

Look, I'm not after getting you in trouble.

I want to know what you and that woman talked about.

Why?

I think that she doesn't like you.

And I want to know the reason.

Because I killed those two kids.

No, see, I think that maybe she didn't like you even before that.

She told me you need to be in prison,

even before the Donkey Pitch.

But I wasn't bad before the Donkey Pitch.

It was thoughts.

What thoughts?

She said...

...you don't go to prison for thoughts.

So I told her about them.

I told her I thought about them all the time.

You thought about who, Mr Kable?

I came there a lot.

To watch.

To have the thoughts.

I liked to go there.

Was it a school, Mr Kable?

Or a playground? Is that where you liked to go?

I wouldn't tell her which ones I liked

because I didn't want her to take them away.

I had a plan.

I was going to take care of them.

I was going to keep them together because they're sisters.

I made them a place to sleep.

It was warm.

It was their own nest.

But I can't see them any more.

Because I'm in here.

But that's good,

Get in the fucking car and drive away.

Don't be a dick. Don't be a dick.

Don't be a dick.

You're such a fucking dick.

Mrs Anchor-Ferrers, you need to listen.

I'm going to uncuff you.

We're going to get out of here.

You and your family.

But we have to move fast, and we have to be very, very quiet.

What is this?

You fucking did that with THIS?

You stupid cow.

You killed the wrong one!

Thank you.

You saved me the bother.

It was going to be so awkward.

We'd made plans.

Almost forgot.

Today's the day you're gonna die.

This is so thoughtful of you.

It's no bother. Really.

But it is.

Very kind.

Mum.

I'll, erm, leave you two.

It was so nice to meet you.

Yes, ma'am. You too.

All right.

My wife and I are taking a little break.

But we'll patch things up.

Anyway, it didn't seem worth it to rent another place.

No, it's nice. You two getting to spend time together.

You'll be glad of that one day.

You know, you could have been hurt much worse.

It's not a big deal.

Thank you.

You gonna question Bones?

He's been charged and released.

He's got an alibi for the Donkey Pitch murders.

Matthews told me.

Bones knows something.

He's involved with what happened on the Donkey Pitch. You know that.

It's a closed case, Prody.

But it's closed wrong.

Which means the killers are still out there.

Are you all right with that?

♪ I think
we're alone now... ♪

Any volunteers?

Please don't do this!

Don't! Please!

Decisions, decisions...

No, don't! Don't! Please!

No. No. No. No!

- No. No. No, no.
- Hey, hey, OK, OK.

- Don't!
- Make a deal. Here's a deal.

- Please!
- Come on, rein it in.

Take a deep breath...

Please!

...and accept it.

There we go.

Very good.

Please...

...don't...

...make my daughter feel any pain.

I beg you.

No pain.

Whatever you need to do,

whatever violence is in you,

take it out on me.

Do anything to me.

But not her.

I want to ask you about Sophie and Hugo.

- I've nothing to do with that.
- But you knew 'em.

They came to your raves.

You sold them drugs.

You know, they were 18 when they died.

A couple of innocent kids.

Sophie and her friends had a gathering.

Out on some farm.

Couple of weeks before they died.

And?

And they hurt somebody.

Bad.

What the fuck?!

So, how long till the police to get here?

Yeah, I know you cut off he alarm, but they're still coming,

- isn't they? How long?
- Six minutes.

Then they'll arrest you.

I know you're used to getting your way with police

cos you're rich and white, but I'm actually one of them.

Whatever I tell them, it'll stick.

And even if nothing comes of it,

I will personally make sure that it is public and ugly.

Or... I can already be gone when they arrive.

And this...

This can be an accident.

What do you want?

You all had gatherings. Out on Hugo's farm.

But one day, something happened.

Someone got hurt.

Why does that even matter?

Because I'm asking.

Where is she? Where's my wife?

But that would ruin the surprise!

Please...

Please tell me where she is.

So much for that stiff upper lip

your generation's always banging on about.

- Now...
- Please...

I need you to be a good boy and head over there, by the wall.

Go on now. Go on.

Please...

Mind the corpse.

There was this girl.

Hugo had been fucking her.

But in secret.

And then she turned up at the farm.

Hugo was drunk.
He flipped out.

He thought Sophie would figure that he'd fucked her.

So he started being mean to her.

He was trying to get her to leave,

but she was too stupid to take the hint.

And then...

- And then, what?
- They were drunk.

- They thought it was funny.
- We weren't a part of it.

We were telling them to stop.

What happened?

Where's my mum?

Come on now, Lucia.

Be a good girl.

What did you do to her?

Go and sit with your father.

Go on.

There's this pen on the farm.

Traps animals in that.

And they...

They tricked her into it.

- Are you scared?
- Please...

Hugo started messing around. Showing off for Sophie.

It was the kind of thing Bones would do.

Hugo didn't actually mean to do anything,

he wasn't really going to,

but it was Sophie was laughing and encouraging him

and it slipped out of his hand.

What does any of this have got to do with the Donkey Pitch?

It's not like she did it. She was a girl.

She literally couldn't have killed Sophie and Hugo.

What's the name of the girl?

People underestimate my daughter.

Why don't you take a seat, Lucia?

When she was a young,

she destroyed my wife's flowers in the garden.

She then denied it.

We put cameras up, to deter Lucia from doing it again.

They were only ever meant for our use.

Lucia killed a cat while being filmed, to spite us.

You've got to be fucking joking.

Psychiatrists told us that Lucia could be treated from home,

but we chose to send her away to a mental institution...

..because we were ashamed.

It was the biggest mistake we've ever made.

She came back ten times worse.

Did not see that one coming.

Life is full of surprises.

The girl's name is Lucia Anchor-Ferrers,

which is a pretty fucking memorable surname.

And it turns out I've seen it before.

Oliver Anchor-Ferrers is on my list of ring owners.

Do you want to guess what his wife's name is?

- Don't suppose it's Matilda?
- Right you are.

Now, I've no idea how "Jimmy" is a nickname for "Oliver"

but the rest of it adds up.

It's the Anchor-Ferrers' ring, the Anchor-Ferrers' dog,

and Lucia Anchor-Ferrers is at least one of the Donkey Pitch killers.

The Anchor-Ferrerses - are they in Monmouthshire?

Yeah. Why?

Housekeeper has been reported missing in the area.

Name's Beca Van Der Bolt.

I'm headed to their address now.

Prody, I need you to do something for me.

- Jack?
- Wait 30 minutes.

If you don't hear from me by then, call back-up.

Again?

Tell them everything you know about the case.

I trust you.

My dog was supposed to be with me in the ivy room.

I know.

I'm sorry. But it would have been too obvious if...

There were blankets in there for her.

- Food and water under the bed!
- I know! I know.

Has she come back?

What if she's hurt?

I'm sorry.

Truly.

And I love you, darling.

I love you, too.

Look at me.

The rest of it's gone quite yeah?

Are you happy?

I am.

Though I was looking forward to killing him.

He ruins everything.

Wait a minute.

Where's my mum? She was supposed to be in here.

We're supposed to kill them both.

Yeah...

So, we need to talk about that.

Talk about what?

But first, there's one small thing you don't know about.

Your dad sort of botched the call to the bank.

- The money wasn't transferred.
- What the fuck?!

- There was nothing I could do.
- It was your one job!

That doesn't feel like an accurate statement at all.

Now what are we going to do?

My dad didn't leave me the money.

My brother will get all of it.

No! I told you!

Dad left everything to him

because he thinks I can't handle it, or whatever.

- Lucia...
- It's not fair!

Hear me out.

OK? Darling? Hear me out.

What if no-one gets the money right now,

because maybe your mum survives?

Your mum, who was never really as bad as your dad,

if we're being honest.

She's in the attic and still has no idea you were in on this...

...and who is really easy to control.

And then, once you've got her to change the will

so you inherit your fair share,

Then maybe she has a little accident.

And then maybe, a bit later,

something happens to Kiernan.

All we need is a bit more patience than we thought.

It's all going to work out, like I promised.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Detective Jack Caffery.

Kiernan Anchor-Ferrers.

Pleased to meet you.

A woman has been reported missing. A housekeeper.

Beca Van Der Bolt?

No. Beca?

I'm speaking to a few people in the neighbourhood.

Seeing if anyone knows anything.

Goodness me.

Do come in.

- May I offer you some tea?
- Yes, thanks.

You don't have much of a watchdog, do you, Mr Anchor-Ferrers?

Sorry?

Bear.

She's probably off roaming somewhere.

But please, call me Kiernan.

Are those your parents?

Yeah.

"Matilda and..."

Does that say Jimmy?

It's Oliver, actually.

"Jimmy" was Dad's nickname from when he was young.

He served in the Royal Signals. They all called themselves that.

So...

Beca Van Der Bolt.

Did she work for your family?

Yeah.

Beca's been looking after this place since... we were kids.

- We?
- My sister and I.

And is your sister home?

She's off somewhere. God knows where.

Lucia's...

...always been a bit...

...problematic.

Younger sister?

22.

If Lucia's 22 now...

...then she would have been a teenager

around the time of the Donkey Pitch killings.

Did she know the victims?

I don't mean to be rude, Detective,

but what's does that got to do with Beca?

Nothing. You mentioned that Lucia was a bit problematic.

I was wondering if, maybe,

she was maybe traumatised from when Sophie and Hugo passed.

They weren't friends.

They didn't run in the same social circles, then?

It's such a shame, what happened to them.

From what I understand, Sophie and Hugo were great kids.

Really kind.

It always bothered me, that crime, if I'm honest.

I never could see how one killer could have done all of that.

It feels like there had to have been two.

Does something smell?

Shouldn't. I took the bins out last night.

I know that smell, Mr Anchor-Ferrers.

Is that blood?

Argh!

Drop the knife.

Drop the knife!

Drop the knife.

Piss off.

It's all right. I'm police.

You're one of them! You'll hurt me!

I'm going to need you to step away from the window.

No! No!

I will jump, I swear.

I'd rather fall and die then let you do whatever you're planning.

Can you at least tell me your name?

All I'm asking is your name.

Lucia Anchor-Ferrers.

I'm Detective Caffery.

Newport County Police are on their way.

No. It's not...

Whatever was planned here has failed.

The police will be here soon.

How many men are there?

Two.

That's one of them. I don't know where the other one is.

He's downstairs. He's dead.

No. He can't be. He's fooling you.

I killed him myself. He's dead.

Now, come in from the window.

Come on, Lucia.

You don't want this to be over, do you?

It's been too much fun.

Let me see if I can figure this out.

The one downstairs, he's a... boyfriend?

And this one here is...

..a friend of his?

I assume he was promised money. This was a big job.

And it has been going on for days, hasn't it?

But that's the part you like.

It's the torture.

You and the boyfriend

tortured Sophie and Hugo for weeks before you killed them.

Breaking into their homes. Scaring them.

Messing with their meds. Taking pictures.

- Don't forget the porn.
- That's right. The porn.

Nice touch.

You think I'm mad, don't you?

I'm not.

I used to think that someone would to save me...

...because I was so unhappy, and I know that everyone saw it.

But... it never happened.

Not with my parents.

The kids at school. No-one.

And there were so many times

when if one thing had gone differently, maybe...

But then I realised...

...nobody saves you if you don't deserve it.

Nobody saves you if you're a piece of shit.

So if you're a piece of shit...

...why not lean into it?

So you're evil, then?

With agency.

I realised something.

You HAVE to save me.

You're a copper.

And I really need saving...

...because I'm feeling super-duper suicidal.

God, you're pathetic.

As if I'd ever really try...

I witnessed my daughter leave our house

on the night of the Donkey Pitch murders.

She has no alibi.

I never told the police.

I never told my wife.

I have no excuse for my behaviour.

But my hope is that, in death,

I can somehow make things right.

May the truth finally be known.

We are supposed to put people like that in prison.

Who cares how we get them there.

Mrs Anchor-Ferrers?

Mrs Anchor-Ferrers. I'm police, ma'am.

I'm police!

The two men inside are both dead.

You're lying.

I am police.

No! You're one of them!

I'm not.

- I promise you.
- Argh!

Take my hand.

I am here to help you, ma'am.

- Help me!
- I've got you. I've got you.

It's over.

It's over.

I have a choice. I could tell you the truth

about your granddaughter's death,

what I found out

and the decisions that I made.

But you may not like what I chose to do.

Or I could lie to you and tell you I found nothing at all.

But that doesn't sit right with me.

So I've decided to leave it up to you.

You can choose.

If you want, I'll tell you what I found out.

And what I did about it.

Will the person who killed my granddaughter

ever hurt anyone again?

- No.
- Then,

what does the rest really matter?

Did you find her home?

Yeah.

I think I did.

I've done what you've asked.

The dog.

The family.

It's over now.

And you were right.

So, please, tell me what you know about what happened to my brother.

The man who beat your neighbour in prison...

..I know him.

And I know what he's telling me is the truth.

But he'll never talk to the cops.

Ivan Penderecki had been stalking your brother prior to abducting him.

He had a plan in place to kidnap Ewan on his way home from school.

The...

...fight that you two had in the treehouse...

...it provided an unexpected opportunity to take him.

But it would have happened, no matter what.

You're lying. You're saying that!

When Ewan walked home from school,

he passed through a short tunnel,

winds through the park near your home.

How would I know that, unless what I'm telling you is the truth?

Ewan would have been taken one way or another.

It's not your fault.

I should have known it wasn't a nightmare.

It was real.

I should have said something.

If I'd have said something,

then maybe none of this would have happened.

But it did.

Then I should have stayed.

I should have been braver.

I never even told my parents what I'd seen.

I thought I'd get in trouble.

Then I thought I'd imagined it.

How old were you, Jack?

I was eight.

Do you remember how young that is?

There was a fingerprint on the robot toy?

Yeah, that's right.

And it was a match for Jack's brother?

An exact match.

That toy wasn't even made until 2004.

That means, Jack's brother wasn't killed in 1998.

That would mean he was alive until at least 2004.

Maybe longer.