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Number one's Michael.

The others are numbered in
the order we unearthed them.

So, Michael and remains
two and three were in grave A,

remains four and
five were in grave B

and remains six and
seven were in grave C.

So, to reiterate, they all underwent
some form of dismemberment.

Remarkably few bones missing.

Teeth, nails, small
bones, they're all there.

Four and five are missing
vertebrae from the neck, that's all.

But they were both decapitated,

presumably to fit into grave B,
which was smaller than the other two.

And that would account for it.

Hacking away at the neck,
you're going to dislodge something.

The ropes I've
put by the wrists,

it's because that's
where they were found.

Arms were behind the
back, presumably tied.

A very unnatural position
to be in if they weren't.

Similarly, I've put the belts
and fragments of knotted cloth

next to the heads because
that's where they were found.

Round the head, under
the chin, tied at the top.

Presumably to keep their mouths
shut. Draw your own conclusions.

Some had fallen away
since decomposition,

but they were close enough to
suggest that's what they were used for.

Are you all right?

You know what the forensic
archaeologist and Denise said,

about how none of them
were buried at the same time?

Yeah.

They were all buried separately.

- Even though they're in the same graves.
- Yeah.

We've been blithely
talking, like assuming,

he filled one grave up and
then moved onto the next.

But it doesn't make sense.

You don't dig a grave
and leave it open

just in case you kill
someone else later.

Even though you know you are
going to kill someone else later,

because you're a mad twat,
you still tidy up between jobs.

You just do, but
that isn't everything.

If he did fill each grave
before he moved onto the next,

there'd be three in two of the graves
and one in the third, wouldn't there?

Why?

Because you'd fill each one
up before you dug a new one.

He didn't do that.
Two of them weren't full

and they were all as deep
as each other, so why not?

What if...

Look, that cellar's tiny, right? He
couldn't have dug another grave

in there if he wanted
to. It's too small, yeah?

- Yeah.
- So, he rotates.

He kills the first
victim, he digs a grave.

He kills the second
victim, he digs a grave.

He kills the third
victim, he digs a grave.

He kills his fourth
victim, it's like,

"Ooh, shit, where am I
going to stick this one?"

So, thinking he's buried his
victims nice and deep, which he did,

he goes back to the
first grave, grave A,

thinking, "There's
room in there."

Victim number five,
he puts in grave B.

Victim number six
goes in grave C.

Then he gets to Michael,

number seven, and he's
triple-stacking in grave A.

Which would make Michael

the last victim, at
least in that cellar.

The point is,

if Michael was buried last, it
whittles our timescale down,

because we know exactly
when Michael was killed, so...

We know our victims were
killed between March, 1966,

when the Bevans
moved into that house,

and June, 1977, when Helen
helped Joe bury Michael.

That would also mean remains three,
the one at the bottom of the grave,

Michael, grave A, was
buried in, was the first victim.

Yeah. Yeah. It would.

And if we could work out the
order graves B and C were dug in,

we'd know the order
they were all buried in

and, presumably, therefore
the order they were killed in.

And grave B was the smallest

because he had to
decapitate them to get them in,

which might suggest
that was dug last,

because he'd gone and left
himself not so much room.

The whole thing is
speculative bollocks, of course.

Now all we still have to do
is find out who they all are.

Oh, damn. Can you?

Denise, hi.

No, it's Gill. Uh, she's
driving. Do you want her?

- I can. I'll tell her.
- What?

They've found human
remains under the floorboards

in Eunice and Joe's bedroom.

So, I want to talk to you
about the cellar again, Joe.

I know, I've asked you
this question before,

but I'm going to ask you again.

Can you explain to me
what you used the cellar for?

Nothing.

Like I said, Eunice used
to potter about down there.

And the kids went down there
to muck about, from time to time.

But I had no reason to
go down there myself.

Do you recognise this key, Joe?

No.

That is the key, the only key
that we've found in your house,

that opens the lock on
the door into the cellar.

So, can you explain to me, Joe,

if you've never
been in the cellar,

why that key has got
your fingerprints on it?

Well, I could have picked it up.

I could have touched it
without knowing what it was for.

Can you explain to me, Joe, if
you've never been in the cellar,

why your fingerprints are on
the inside of the cellar door?

Right, right, right.

Well, I say I've never been
in. I have been in there.

I mean, I never went
down there regularly.

For any purpose.

Can you explain to me,
Joe, if that's the case,

why your fingerprints are on both
bolts on the inside of the cellar door?

I've never...

They're not.

I don't know.

I have not been down in
that cellar, not for years.

Well, fingerprints hang
around for a long time, Joe,

if nobody wipes them off.

You'd be surprised.

So, can you explain to me why
you were locking yourself in the cellar,

however many years ago it
was, the last time that you did it?

Joe, why were you locking
yourself in the cellar?

I'm not saying I was.

No, Joe, I am. I'm saying that you
were locking yourself in the cellar,

because why else would your
fingerprints be on both bolts?

How could you be doing anything

other than locking
yourself in the cellar?

Joe?

We also found, as I've
explained to you before,

in the cellar, a mattress,
a double-sized mattress.

Now, I've shown you a
picture of this mattress before.

I'm going to show
it to you again now.

You said that you
didn't recognise it.

Do you still not recognise it, now
you've had time to think about it?

Joe, can you explain to
me, if you don't recognise it,

why it's got traces of
your semen all over it?

Joe?

Well...

What?

I might have...

You might have what, Joe?

Locked myself
in there to have...

You know...

Now and again.

On the mattress?

Yeah.

OK. So, you locked
yourself in the cellar

to go and masturbate
on this mattress?

- Is that what you're telling me?
- Yeah.

OK, Joe.

You'll appreciate,

given the nature of what
we found buried in the cellar,

that everything else that we
found in there has been sent for

every kind of forensic analysis
that we have available to us.

And when this
mattress was analysed,

not only did we find
your DNA in the semen,

we also found traces
of blood on this mattress.

So, can you explain to me, Joe,

how the DNA from the blood traces
that were found on this mattress

match exactly the DNA of four
of the seven young male adults

that we found buried
under your cellar floor?

She's good, isn't she?

Well, she's trained.

Joe, can you explain that to me?

No.

We got lucky with those stains.

A cold, dry cellar.

You don't get one
of them every day.

The head and the
hands are missing.

The body was rolled in a
carpet and wedged, very wedged,

sideways, between the joists.

We'll have confirmation
from the lab tomorrow,

but the remains, such as they are,
are those of a young female adult.

- Sheila.
- Well, we'll see.

Phil Cairns' statement?

Still ploughing through the
files in the basement at DHQ.

- Just you?
- Me and Becky.

Can we assign one more officer
to looking for these documents?

If this statement's
gone with the wind,

I want to know sooner
rather than later.

Sure.

What we have had a bit of
luck this afternoon, ma'am.

Now we're thinking we've
narrowed down the timescale.

Stephen Norgrove, 17 years old,
reported missing October, 1974.

Way up on our grid of possibles.

We had South Yorks Police
visit his mother, she's in Sheffield,

to take oral swabs,
which they've now done.

But, what she also said,

was the last time she spoke
to her son was on the phone.

He'd gone to Manchester
looking for work

and rang asking could
she send him some money.

The address he gave to send
the postal order to, and she's 100%,

it was the last time she spoke
to him, was in Peveril Street.

Like he was lodging there.

Have we fast-tracked the swab?

Yeah, yeah. We should
have something tomorrow.

Have we got his MFH file?

There isn't one. His name came to
us from the Missing Persons Helpline,

like most of them.

We've now traced and swabbed
for DNA or in the process of doing,

the parents or siblings
of 211 possibles,

on the new shorter
grid, out of 467.

And still no matches?

Do we need to inform the
next of kin that it's Sheila?

I mean, flag it up that
it's likely to be her?

Helen?

Oh, God, yes, of course.

Um... Who's...

Can you, Janet?

Is she... Is... Where did
Witness Protection put her?

They didn't. I did. She's at
the Plaza Inn in Chadderton.

We're paying for it. Well,
you are. The investigation is.

Good.

And Joe. Um... Let's wait for
definite confirmation of her ID.

We'll tell him tomorrow, before you
carry on interviewing him, Rachel.

Good. Thank you.

Night-night. Off you go.

I know it doesn't always
feel like we're moving forward,

but, believe me, we
are. You're all marvellous.

Except the little
death-wish tosser

who's been talking to
the lovely journalists.

Nice interview, by the way.

- Yeah?
- Mmm.

It'll be nicer when he coughs.

I was waiting for you
to ask him why he...

What? Why he what?

- Why he wanked on his mattress.
- Oh, shut up!

"That's attractive,
Joe. But why?

"No, really, why would
you? To make it smell better?

"Or because you'd mistaken
it for a toilet or a tissue?"

I'm not discussing it.

He really hadn't
thought it through.

Well, I hadn't.

I mean... You're
right. Why would you?

Well, you wouldn't.
I mean, we wouldn't.

- Obviously, because we're ladies.
- Yeah, and we don't wank.

We don't fart.

We don't get drunk
and we don't swear.

- Eh, have you rung Sean?
- Piss off.

No, no.

I'm not prying. You do what
you like. But four nights?

He must think something, four
nights, and you don't go home.

He doesn't own me.

I want him to realise that and,
when he does, he might... bugger off.

Sorry...

Am I all right sleeping round
at your house tonight again?

Yes.

I rang her twice earlier and I texted
her, but I've heard nothing back.

Helen?

Er, no.

I appreciate that. Thank you.

Sorry to wake you...

Oops.

She's not back at Louise's.

She's definitely
not checked out.

- And you've not seen her?
- No.

But I've only been
on since 7:00.

We're police officers.

You couldn't let
us into her room?

Thank you.

Helen? Helen...

Oh, shit. Rach.

Helen? Helen?

Helen, can you hear me?

Helen, it's Rachel and Janet.

Ambulance. Plaza
Inn, Chadderton.

Helen?

Um... I'm an off-duty
police officer, Janet Scott.

Helen, can you hear me?

Address, 20, Clough
Road, Oldham. OL5 9JK.

Yeah, I've got a lady.

She's unconscious.
She's taken an overdose.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

Hello.

Hi, it's me.

Where are you?

I had to bring somebody into hospital,
a witness, she's taken an overdose.

So, I'm just ringing to say that I may
as well stay at Janet's again tonight.

She's here, as well.

God knows what time we're
going to be here till. So...

Why are you stopping at Janet's?

Because it's...
It's just easier.

Janet's house is 10 minutes,

a quarter of an hour
max, from our house.

You don't know how
knackered I get on a big inquiry

and this is the
mother of all of them.

I need to talk to you.

What's it about?

Us.

This.

Whatever's going on.

Because... I'm... I'm
struggling here, Rachel.

Um... You'd rather be sleeping in
a sleeping bag in the sitting room.

And then you're
sleeping over at your...

Friend's for four days.

OK. Right.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Right. Not on the phone.

I want you here.

Right. Of course.

I want to know what's up.

Nothing's up.

I'm just... I'm... I'm
just not used to...

Oh, God.

It's fine, it's fine.
Everything's going to be fine.

I'm just a bugger to live with.

I know that doesn't
make it any easier.

I know I'm shit.

I want to know what
time you're gonna be here.

Well, I can't give
you a specific time.

I want to know.

Well, it depends on what
time Godzilla lets us go.

So I'll text you. I'll text you.

And I'll let you know what
a likely time is likely to be.

All right?

Why don't you just
come home tonight?

After you've finished doing
whatever it is you're doing there.

Eh?

Yeah. All right. Fine.

I'll be waiting.

I've got to go, Sean.
Someone has just turned up.

Hi, Louise. Thanks for coming.

Is she going to be all right?

I don't think she
was messing about.

She's through there. My
colleague Janet, she's with her.

She is conscious.

They're doing some blood tests

to assess if there's any
long-term damage to the liver.

They know what they're
doing. She's in good hands.

Hallelujah! Nice to see you.

Oh... Whatever.

Nice of you to pop in.

Do you want to have this conversation
or shall I just walk out again?

How's your witness?

Yeah, she's gonna be fine.

You know, I've not seen
you for four, five days.

All I've had is
shitty, stupid texts.

"Oh, I've had too much to
drink. Oh, I'm stopping at Janet's."

For four nights?

Basically...

I'd like to know
what's going on.

OK.

The thing is...

This isn't working.

And this isn't
your fault. This is...

It's mine, it's my
fault, it's all my fault,

I'm prepared to accept that.

I'm not...

It's not...

I mean, it's me.

It's all me.

I'm nuts. I'm
impossible. I just...

I can't live like this.

I love you to bits.

Sean, you're
brilliant, you're great.

You're the nicest man in the
world, but I just can't do this.

24/7.

I thought I could, but I can't.

No. No, I didn't
think I could, I didn't...

I didn't think about it.

Which I think is, um...

Is...

I can't do this.

What...

Specifically

is it you can't do?

I want to be on my own.

- So then what happened?
- Well, he was upset, obviously.

Then he said, "Why would
you want to do that to me?"

This isn't about you.

- It is about me!
- It's not.

I'm here!

I'm part of whatever's going
on inside your stupid brain!

Because whatever
you do affects me!

I've messed up. I'm sorry.

I should have... I'm a mess.
And you deserve better.

But we've only been
married five minutes.

It's not your fault.

I just don't get what's
going on inside your head.

I just...

Can't do this.

I... I gave up my flat.

You're...

What were you thinking walking
down the aisle, saying the vows?

- Nothing.
- All the money we've spent. Eh?

I screwed up.

You've screwed up?

So... What do I do now?

I don't know. Anything you like.

What do you expect me to do now?

Did you just say
anything I like?

I don't even know what
this is about, Rachel.

I need my flat back.

I'm sorry?

You want me to move out?

Well, I...

Are you serious?
Are you serious?

I'm not going anywhere.

All right.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

It's the middle of the night!

You're mad.

You are mad! You do
know that, don't you?

You mad bitch!

Gosh. Well.

Blimey.

- Shall I go and brush my teeth?
- Yeah.

She's trouble, that one. I've told
you before. And we haven't got room.

It'll resolve itself.

Morning.

What's that reckoned to be?

Rachel. She smokes like this.

Oh.

Does she?

Ma'am, DC Broadhurst just
called from DHQ. They've found it.

Phil Cairns'
statement from 1977.

And the documents from
the subsequent inquiry.

Yes!

It's interesting, though.
It's dated July, 1977, so...

- He didn't report it for seven months.
- Mmm.

Have I got a driver outside? Ring
me as soon as you get that file.

I can confirm that yesterday
the remains of a teenage girl

were found in the property.

And that, this morning,

we have identified them as the
remains of Sheila Anne Bevan,

the eldest daughter of
Joseph and Eunice Bevan.

I can also confirm that we
have now been able to identify

one of the young adult males
found buried in the cellar,

as Stephen James Norgrove,

who was 17 years old and came
from the Attercliffe area of Sheffield.

Thank you.

Miss Zalinski, is it true that Helen
Bartlett was in hospital last night

and that she'd
taken an overdose?

Find out which news
organisation he's with.

There will be a further bulletin
later on today. Thank you.

They're fascinated with Helen,
aren't they? They want blood.

Normally, all they want to know is
if we're any nearer charging anyone.

- I am...
- I don't doubt for a second

you're doing your best, Julie,

but you've got
enough to worry about.

I've tasked Professional Standards
to find out who this mole is.

No one on your team will
even know it's happening.

Hiya.

I tell you what,

this file with Phil Cairns'
statement in it is a museum piece.

Yeah. Well, it will be.

It's shameful, it's appalling.

They... We, ha-ha,

visited the house, they
had a look in the cellar.

They asked a few
questions. They found nothing.

That's it. He was
treated like some sort of

deluded sexually-deviant
teenage time-waster.

- That's going to have repercussions.
- Yeah.

But does it implicate Joe Bevan?

Oh, God, yeah, and
Eunice. Very much so.

- What about Helen?
- Well...

That's interesting.

- How did she die?
- It's impossible to tell.

Was it them?

We don't know. We've
yet to link Joe, forensically,

either with Sheila's death

or with the bodies that were
buried in the cellar, but...

We have no reason to think it
was anyone else, at the moment.

Those two girls got convicted.

Who had pushed that old woman
into the canal in the wheelie bin.

- Yeah.
- Thirteen and fourteen years old.

People think I know things.

I didn't.

I had no idea.

Apart from Michael.

We've had a few
nasty phone calls

and a parcel through the door.

We do need to ask you some more
questions, Helen, when you feel able,

- down at Oldham.
- Can you not ask them here?

It's an interview
we'd need to record.

Ma'am, Stephen Norgrove's mother
and brother are downstairs with the FLO.

They've just been shown
into the family room.

Thanks.

You don't recognise him?

His name is Stephen Norgrove.

Steve? Steve Norgrove.
Does that ring any bells?

He stayed at your house in
1974. He was 17 years old.

We know he was at your house

because his mother sent him
a postal order to your address.

People came and went.

It's a long time since.

I want you to look
carefully. Think about it.

We also know he was at
your house at some stage,

because we found his
body buried in your cellar.

I'd like to see him.

What you need to understand,
Irene, is that what we found

are remains.

I saw Stephen
yesterday morning and...

We say remains, rather
than a body, when we've...

Essentially, we've
found a skeleton.

I know that, love.

I still want to see him.

Of course you do.

I'm showing you another
photograph now, Joe.

Do you recognise this lad?

This photograph
was taken in 1976.

His name is Phil Cairns.

Does that mean anything
to you? Philip Cairns?

Well, Mr Cairns came in
to see us a few days ago.

And he says you do know him.

Do you remember meeting him
one evening near Piccadilly Station?

It was cold, it was January,
there was snow on the ground.

It was 1977.

Do you remember inviting
him back to your house?

He had no money, nowhere to go

and you offered him a bed
for a night and a bite to eat.

Do you remember that?

How would you respond, Joe,

if I told you that Mr Cairns,
five days ago, came in here

and told us that you
and your wife tied him up,

fastened a belt round his head,
gagged him, stripped him naked

and sexually assaulted him
over a period of several days?

- He's a liar.
- I'm sorry?

He's a liar.

Are you all right, Joe?

Has something upset you?

What is it, Joe,
that's upset you?

Perhaps we should take a break.

No. I'd like to know
what has upset Joe.

He's elderly, he's tired, he's
ill, he's upset about Sheila.

I think he needs
to take a break.

Yeah. Sure.

- You should have pushed him.
- Yeah.

- I'm not criticising you.
- No. I know. You're right.

It's your call.
Essentially, we've got him.

We haven't got him.

It's all circumstantial,
even the mattress.

You're right. I should
have pushed him.

We've got two
eyewitness statements.

- It's fine.
- From 40 years ago.

We've got a
piss-head and a flake.

No. It isn't fine.

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't...
- Look...

I'm having a bad time with Sean.

Right.

So I don't mess up interviews.

- I'm not saying you did, Rachel.
- No, I am.

I'm saying it.

That wasn't an excuse.

About Sean. I just...

- I just thought I'd mention it.
- OK.

There are discrepancies. It's not
clear to me, from that statement,

that he's implicating anyone
other than Joe and Eunice.

He implicated Helen so unequivocally
when you interviewed him,

he even named her, but he could
have got that from a newspaper.

Here, it's vague.

He mentions hearing
children's voices. Once.

Not even necessarily
in the same room.

He didn't see them. How
could he? He was blindfolded.

- He's misremembered it.
- She's coming in, Helen.

- She's following us on.
- Good.

A fascinating bit
about how he escaped.

Let's see what she has to
say, both about what's in here

and what Phil Cairns
told us four days ago.

And Rachel needs a
copy of all this, as well.

How's it going?

Uh... Yeah. I'm just
giving him half an hour.

He got very upset when we kicked
off by arresting him for Sheila's murder.

Kind of went
downhill from there.

Upset? He's a
psychopath. Get over it.

Yeah, I know. I just...

- It seemed appropriate.
- Your call.

Phil Cairns' statement,
will you make her a copy?

Sure.

Any developments?

He pranged his patrol car.

He texted me.

'Cause, obviously,
that's my fault.

Mmm. Telepathic kinesis. Is
there no end to your talents?

You're missing the action, kids.
DNA match on two more bodies.

Oh, and Helen Bartlett and her
mousey little girlfriend have turned up.

I think I'd be bothering with
prostitutes and overdosing

if I had to sleep
with that every night.

Joke.

Dodson's looking for you.

Joe Bevan's solicitor is asking to
speak to the Senior Investigating Officer.

- No, that's me.
- Yes, I know, ma'am, I was just...

Do you know what it's about?

No.

- I'm Julie Dodson. This is DCI Murray.
- Superintendent.

My client has indicated
he wants to confess

to the murders of the boys,
men, you found buried in the cellar.

He's written down
what he believes

are the names of the five remaining
victims you discovered down there.

He also wants to
make it clear, however,

that he did not kill
Sheila, his daughter.

He knows nothing about
what happened to her.

And that he was
coerced and brainwashed

into committing the
crimes by his wife Eunice.

Is he prepared to make
a statement to DC Bailey?

- Yes.
- Now?

Yes.

He's called Phil Cairns.

Philip Cairns.

You'd have been 12 at the
time that he visited your house

in Peveril Street, in
the January of 1977.

OK.

He was homeless.
He had no money.

Joe, your dad, picked him
up near Piccadilly Station

and offered him food
and shelter at your house.

Was that normal at your house?

People... lads...

Came and went.

I don't remember
any of their names.

I told you, they never stayed long
and I never bothered with them.

How would you react,
Helen, if I told you

that Phil is telling us, and
this is partially corroborated

by a statement that he made to
the police shortly after the event,

that he was plied with
drink by your parents

and, when he woke up, he'd been
stripped naked, bound and gagged,

and was sexually assaulted over
several days in a darkened room

and, during that time, he
heard children's voices?

There was an incident.

Go on.

People came there.

We knew that. For sex.

There was always people.

People paid for all
sorts of stuff, all the time.

But, yeah.

It could have been him.

What could?

One night... Right?

We were in bed.

And...

Julie said, "There's
something in the cellar."

And I... um...

We were kids. It could
have been when you said.

Anyway she said...

"It's making noises."

She wanted to go and see.

I didn't.

She'd found out
where he kept the key.

My dad...

He didn't know we
knew. It was in a tin.

On a shelf, under
the sink, in the kitchen.

We weren't allowed
down there, ever.

Anyway, they were both drunk.

Pissed up to their eyeballs.

Crashed out in the sitting room.

We got this key.

And we went down,

into the cellar.

We heard him whimpering.

It was a man.

Like an animal. It was...

No clothes on.

We knew they did

bloody weird
stuff, but this was...

He was... Dirty, like
he'd been there...

We ran back upstairs.

But we couldn't sleep, it was...

And then...

A bit later...

She went and got a knife.

Out of the kitchen.

Julie.

And we went back down there.

I stood on the stairs.

The cellar stairs. I was
frightened, I couldn't go any further.

I was frightened my dad would
find us and lock us in with him.

She cut the rope.

Julie.

The rope that was tying his
hands behind his back and his legs

were tied, too, but
then he started...

Flailing around, trying to
get this thing off his face.

And...

We ran. We ran.
We ran back upstairs.

I...

Dropped the torch.

We left the door open, because
we wanted him to run, too.

Was that him?

That would tie in with his description
of how he managed to get away, yes.

Is that...

What he did to the ones
you've found buried?

There is some evidence
that's what happened.

Oh, my God.

But not Michael? That wasn't...

That was an accident.

I'm afraid there's evidence
that is what happened to Michael

and that it wasn't an accident.

Oh, God.

The bastard.

I didn't know he'd done
that to other people.

What about Sheila?

Of course the most shocking
thing is not what they saw,

it's the fact that they saw it.

She might be adamant
that she had no idea

other people were
buried down there.

Even if we've got no
evidence to contradict that,

the fact remains
that, as an adult,

she knew someone had been
imprisoned and sexually tortured down there

and that her brother had been
killed and buried down there.

As an adult, anyone
in their right mind,

must realise they have an
obligation to tell the police.

- Not legally.
- Morally.

Yeah, well, that's
not our bag, is it?

- No one else died after Michael.
- We don't know that.

All we know is no one
else was buried in the cellar.

That's not entirely
the point, anyway.

If she'd said something sooner,

Irene Norgrove and
all these other parents,

the ones who are still alive,

people you're going to have some
pretty distressing conversations with,

would have been able to
move on by now, years ago.

Yes, but the fact also remains that
she did come forward, eventually.

Voluntarily. Selflessly.
And, actually,

look what's happened
to her since she did.

People want blood. They've
put shit through her door.

Do you think he did
murder other people?

It's odd for someone
like that to just stop.

- Er, Rob!
- Ma'am?

Briefing room,
please, 10 minutes.

Then I think we've all
earned a decent night's sleep

in the light of today's
little breakthrough.

Are you still going
to ask the CPS

to drop the unlawful burial
charges against Helen?

They won't. I've
had the conversation.

The only thing I can do is
fast-track it and ask for leniency.

I'm not convinced he
didn't murder Sheila.

I don't think any
of us are, are we?

He's playing games.

Well, yeah, of course
he is, he's a psychopath.

So, essentially, he's
blaming Eunice for everything.

I did remind
him that, initially,

he blamed Eunice and Helen
and Julie for Michael's death.

But...

Well, so this is what
we're wondering.

He knows that we've got
irrefutable forensic evidence

against him on Eunice, right.

So, if he can blame
Eunice for everything,

coercing him, forcing him, brainwashing
him, whatever, into doing things,

then, A, he can claim
diminished responsibility

for murdering the
seven boys in the cellar,

and, B, he can claim the same when
he goes to court for murdering Eunice.

He can claim he ended the life of
this woman who bullied him for years,

this woman who was evil enough
to murder her own daughter.

Who'd believe him?

- A jury.
- A doddery little old man.

A bleeding-hearts-brigade jury.

We've got to wait for
something from the lab on Sheila.

What if there isn't anything?

Right!

Well done. There's a drink
waiting for everyone over the road.

What do you want?

- Lager?
- No. Bitter. Two bitters.

Rachel!

This had better be good.
Bringing my bloody mother?

I didn't bring her. She was
here. I didn't want her here.

You just turned up and
she was already here?

Yeah.

I don't believe you.

Well, whatever, it's
irrelevant. Look...

I'm not stopping. I
just wanted to say...

I know you're mad.

You are mad, but...

Look, I'm not prepared to accept

that this can possibly have gone so
wrong so quickly, because it hasn't.

It's all in your head. You're feeling
trapped and you don't need to.

And when you realise that...

Then you know where I'll be.

Just call me.

- Evening, cowboy.
- What...

What are you doing here?

Nothing. I was just, um...

Well, I pop in now and again.
It's the only time I get to see...

Fanny Alice.

Yeah. Is it?

- What are you drinking?
- No, no, I'm fine.

Uh... You couldn't lend
me a few quid, could you?

- How do you mean?
- For a drink.

Say...

40 quid?

- 40 quid?
- For a taxi.

You know. Later.

Oh, well, I would, but...

Eh, do you remember that night?

Yeah.

God, that bitch of a son of
a bitch of a policewoman!

She's just standing over there.

So if you could just see your way
to lending me a few bob, then, Pete...

I'll... Hit the road.

Right. Right.

There's 30 quid.
That's all I've got on me.

Ta.

How are you keeping, anyway?

Yeah, good.

Right. Well, I'll be loving
you and leaving you, then.

Yeah.

Come to Daddy, you little sod.

- Do you want a lift home?
- Oh! Hello, love!

I'm driving you home.

She's got him!

We got him.

- She got him.
- What?

- Just now.
- What's up.

Oh, it was poetry. You
could not have invented it.

- It was just one of those moments.
- Where's Mrs Dodson?

- What happened?
- We've got him.

- She's with Karen Zalinski.
- He did that thing.

- What thing?
- That stupid thing.

It's a mystery to me how
she could have done that.

Butchered her own daughter.

I said, "How do you
mean, Joe, butchered?"

And he said,
"Cutting her head off."

So, I said, "Well, I never told you
that anyone cut her head off, Joe."

And then that look, that thing
that goes across their eyes.

When they realise they've
just put their foot right in it

and you've got them and they
know they're going down forever.

And that's when he called me...
It rhymes with stunt, runt, brunt.

Let this be a lesson to you all.

Psychopaths, clever,
but never as bloody clever

as they like to think
they are. Well done, kid.

Oh, I did nothing. I was in
the right place at the right time.

Which makes a change.

What's odd is that
he ever stopped.

Or appeared to. That's what
we couldn't work out yesterday.

- No. It's not that odd.
- No, it is.

Psychopaths. They just carry on
pushing the envelope, taking risks.

That's generally how they end up
making a mistake. They get complacent.

Who have you been having
that conversation with?

Eh... Dodson. Gill. Pete.

What?

He was beaten up in
October 1977, like, really badly.

I read his medical records.

God, I'm amazed
that nobody else has.

He was hospitalised.

Fractured skull, fractured
pelvis, a broken arm, broken nose,

mashed-up scrotum.

I mean, someone kicked the
shit out of him, like, literally.

I'd like to think it
was Phil Cairns.

Only I don't want to
embarrass him by asking him.

You're so clever, aren't you?

I'm telling you, you'll be
calling me ma'am one day.

Yeah. You're going to have to pass
your sergeant's exams first, though, eh.

Oh!

- You're so funny, Janet.
- Yep.

I tell you what, I'm not
looking forward to this.

Hello.

Louise, it's Janet and
Rachel from the MMP.

Can we come in?

Helen.

- How are you feeling?
- I'm all right.

Do you want to sit down?

Why?

I'm sorry to have to tell you

that you are being formally charged
with preventing a lawful burial.

But...

No. Hang on.

We had an understanding.
We had a deal.

I know. I'm sorry.
We did what we could.

I did explain that we
couldn't make any guarantees.

It's a decision that's
been taken over our heads.

- Do you want to get your coat?
- Fuck you.

No. I mean, really.

- Fuck you!
- Helen! Helen!

OK.