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[Man] Suspect heading west along Hilford Road.

Backup required, any units available?

[Man] I have a visual on Hilford Road.

He's turning right onto, stand by.

Turning right onto Gleneagle Road.

[Man] Oscar One.

All units, this is a dead end ahead.

Suspects may be preparing to abandon vehicle.

Traveling at speed along Gleneagle Road.

Slowing down, turning left, dirt track towards the woods.

[sirens wail]

Gleneagle, they're bailing!

Stop!

[News Reporter] A dark and defining moment

in British history.

Now, 30 years on since one of the most bitter industrial

disputes in living memory, we will speak to--

Stop, now!

Get back here!

[News Reporter] The miners and their families.

Not just the loss of a whole community,

but the loss of a way of life,

still keenly felt three decades on.

Come here, son!

[Man] Second suspect westbound.

[dramatic music]

Stay down!

Argh!

[tense classical music]

-You're wet through! -I'm fine.

It's just a bit of rain.

Yeah, well you want to get down to army surplus.

I was on my balcony last night.

Oh, microclimate.

Keeps us on our toes.

What about these joyriders?

They still in custody?

No, they've been cautioned.

-Who by? -Well, they've been

ruled out.

Historical, he reckons.

How historical?

Battle of Britain or the Battle of Hastings?

He's working on it.

Course he is.

-Marcus? -Ma'am.

Oh.

It's a young girl.

Probably late teens.

How about a date?

I'd say 20, maybe 30 years.

And there's this.

The straps were around her neck.

What, as in throttled with?

No, more as in buried with.

If it was a ligature, it would hang differently, I think.

Mm.

CT.

Could be her initials.

Get onto that new girl, Helen.

Get her to look up missing persons list.

Tell her to start 20 years ago, then work backwards.

I should warn you, any assailant DNA is probably

too degraded to get a profile.

Hold on.

I spy with my little eye...

"Coal not dole."

It's the miner's strike.

-'84, '85. -Hey, well done.

I was brought up shouting "Maggie out", wasn't I?

Where, from your pram?

[chuckles]

Why, what were you doing?

Well working for the police, wasn't I?

"CD", as in Charlie Delta?

Or Charles and Di, I suppose, as it's the '80s.

No, "CT" as in Charlie Tango.

Female teenager, with a camera, in Hollowthorp Woods.

I know it's pre-HOLMES.

But any leads, doesn't matter how vague.

Carrie Telling, 17.

Reported missing by her parents in June 1984.

Would that do ya?

Right, did somebody call you before I did?

Nope, just feeling lucky.

Local papers better at archiving than we ever were.

Right, looks like this girl's parents lived

about two miles away from where you're stood.

Well, I'm impressed.

That's why they call it intelligence, love.

Not just a pretty face.

Boss.

Possible ID, ma'am.

Sounds promising.

Right, get uniform to the family.

Wait, no, second thoughts, we'll go with.

They've waited long enough.

It's the least we can do.

Helen, good work in identifying the lass.

Now then, get down the basement and pull the files.

Find witnesses, school mates, surviving family, CID team.

The lot.

Always a pleasure.

Kenny.

She wants you down the basement on this one.

[chuckles]

You wait here, might not need you.

Keep a low profile.

There's no love for the police around here.

Ex-mining town.

-Morning. -Aye.

[knocking]

William Telling?

That's me.

DCI Vera Stanhope.

Northumberland And City Police.

And this is DS Healy.

Right.

Is it about Carrie or something else?

It's about Carrie.

Have they found her?

-Well, we don't know but-- -Is she dead or alive?

Dead or alive?

We have found a body, sir.

In Hollowthorp Woods.

Righto.

Best come in, then.

[Vera] What do you think?

Oh, it's hers all right.

I know that.

Bought it for her 16th birthday.

She was doing photography O level.

She was gonna take it for her A's.

You say a body.

Do you mean, like, a woman who's just died or--

The remains are skeletal, sir.

Of a teenage girl.

That's, that's that, then.

Er, no, we'd need DNA to confirm--

Oh, right, so it's another teenage girl

buried with her camera, is it?

I'm sorry, it's just sometimes we--

Uh we think you should prepare yourself for bad news, sir.

Now, is there someone who can sit with you

while we ask you some questions?

No, I'll be right.

-Carrie's mam perhaps? -No, long gone.

We have a family liaison officer.

No, I'll be right.

Ask away.

Can you tell me about the last time you saw your daughter?

Outside Hattington Colliery.

Monday June 25th, about half one-ish.

She brought some sandwiches up to the lads on the line.

And then what?

I sent her home 'cause I thought it was gonna kick off.

And no-one ever saw her again.

Was she upset or angry about anything?

Anyone bothering her at all?

Here we go, that one.

No, she didn't run away.

-I wasn't-- -If she'd have been upset,

she would have said something.

She went down to London the weekend

before with her mate Claire.

I think if she was gonna run away,

she'd have stayed there, don't you?

I've thought about it.

I've been over every scenario.

We were good pals, me and Carrie.

She wouldn't have left without saying goodbye.

So, when you got back that night,

what, she wasn't there?

I didn't get back.

I spent a couple of nights at Hunston Road nick.

She'll know it.

Aye, I do.

Cells smelt like fish.

What had you done?

Given one of yours a going over.

Oh, well.

We gave as good as we got.

Vicious, you lot were.

And vindictive.

Why do you think they never found Carrie?

-Well, I-- -Because they didn't

give a damn.

Miner's daughter, half-caste, that's the words they used.

"Must be trouble, must've run off."

-Well, I'm sorry. -Oh, shove it!

I've heard it all before.

I'm sorry.

I'm not a great fan of coppers, if I'm honest.

Difficult times past.

I never wanted to be right.

After all these years, I never wanted to be in the right.

Ta.

-There you go. -Cheers.

[solemn music]

Don't you lose anything.

No, if we take anything, he'll write it down.

Don't move too much, this was how she liked it.

I'll put it all in my phone, keep track of everything.

These her college pals?

Most of them have got kids of their own now.

Which one of them is her mate, Claire?

None of them.

I don't know where she is.

It's okay, we'll track her down.

Bonny lass.

Did she have a boyfriend?

No.

Too young for any of that.

[knocking]

Chanel, health visitor, won't leave me alone.

Pam saw the police outside.

It's my Carrie.

They've found her?

Hollowthorp Woods.

Oh, Bill, oh, I am so, so sorry, man.

Hidden?

Didn't like her wearing it?

No, it doesn't mean anything.

Means there was stuff Dad didn't know.

[phone ringing]

Kenny.

Oh, she sent you down there, did she?

Right, two pages of A4.

Detective on the case reckons that she ran away to London.

Did he, indeed?

Who was that?

Bloke called James Bell.

Dead, unfortunately.

So is the sergeant.

Ah, well, that's the canteen food, Kenny.

It gets them young.

There any witness statements?

Couple from the parents.

Is that all?

What about the mate, Claire?

Can't see any Claire.

House-to-house didn't get very far.

A couple of trips to London on expenses.

So the emphasis was on missing person

-rather than possible murder? -Yeah.

Who was head of CID?

-Johnny Warrick. -Oh.

Okay, see if you can get a number for whatever

villa he's retired to.

We're starting afresh, that's not necessarily a bad thing.

-Thanks, Kenny. -Ma'am.

[solemn music]

Right, Kieran, Leanne?

Can you get down here, please?

-Yes, boss. -I can see some more effects.

I'll stay with him till Chanel comes.

Right, and you are?

Stan, a mate.

I live down the road.

So the next stage is we'll get someone to come

and take a DNA sample from you,

so we can get confirmation it's Carrie.

DNA will get him, won't it?

They have ways, haven't you?

Well, we're gonna do everything we can.

We've heard that 'un before.

Should never have brought uniform.

Sore thumb, winds people up.

Ah, pensioners mainly, though, aren't they?

Meaning?

Less likely to jump us?

Oh, they've got long memories, love.

Not much forgiveness.

[solemn music]

Here you are.

Ah, thanks.

Whoa, here, let me.

It's the shock.

It's just the shock.

Aye.

Sad her mom won't see her buried.

Oh, so that's what you took from long gone?

Dead?

I assumed left.

Oh, right.

Maybe.

Get Bethany to track her down, see which.

And Carrie's mate, Claire.

Were you on the front line, then?

Cracking heads, doing Maggie's work?

I was lucky, didn't have a choice.

My boss thought WPCs shouldn't do that sort of thing.

Ah, different times, eh?

I made a few arrests in the van.

Oh, my dad didn't talk to me for a week.

I knew people who resigned.

They had family working down the pit.

And I knew people who loved every minute.

Up for a ruck.

Oh, right.

Back to basics.

Carrie Telling.

Missing since June '84, found buried in Hollowthorp Woods.

Now, what was found buried with her, apart from the camera?

Bag containing a top and a skirt.

Not gear you'd wear on a picket line, is it?

Overnight bag?

Well, was there a toothbrush, soap?

It doesn't look like it.

Well, she might have been going out on the town.

Doesn't indicate running away, does it?

A meet up later?

Yeah, change in the toilets.

Spare Mom and Dad the worry.

That was the advice they gave in Jackie in the '70s.

"Spare Mom and Dad."

Any intelligence?

Nothing post-digital linked to the crime.

No new leads or mentions.

Well, anything similar?

Manner of disposal, area she was buried in?

Serial killers Kenny's missed?

Oh, they're out there, believe me.

Any arrests?

Sex offenders nearby?

No more than your usual.

Releases on probation?

Cell confessions?

-Anything. -I'll keep looking.

With previous, it's just what we know.

Dad got a suspended sentence for assaulting an officer.

Right, so a history of violence.

Is that useful?

I don't know, I mean, like I say,

they gave as good as they got.

Cheers for that.

Ma'am.

Professor Warrick's home address.

Professor?

He's gone to the university?

Ooh, still lives local.

Well, that and a consultancy in Bahrain,

as far as I can gather.

Oh, the lucrative second career, eh?

So you weren't one of the ones that spoke up?

No, no, I wasn't, Kenny.

Is there a wallet?

A purse?

Yeah, there was a purse and this was inside,

with a couple of pound notes.

Company credit card.

REC Imports Limited.

-Who are? -Defunct.

I'm onto Companies House, give me an hour.

Also a couple of return bus tickets to Carlisle,

weekend before the alleged last sighting.

Carlisle, well no wonder there was no trace

in London, never went.

So what's in Carlisle?

St Cecilia's.

The number was in her purse.

It's the Carlisle area code.

I've tried it but the line's out of service.

I'll get on that.

No, no, it's all right.

I know it.

All the lasses knew it.

Well, its a mother and baby hospital, isn't it?

So, what, she had a kid?

No, you didn't go there to have a baby, love.

You went there for an abortion.

[tense music]

Let's hope Professor Warrick can remember.

[doorbell rings]

Hello, John.

Is that PC Stanhope masquerading as a detective?

Aiden Healy DS.

DS?

I know it's a cliche, but they really

do get younger every year.

[chuckling]

Well, thanks for making the time.

No problem.

It's just so that I can hear Charlotte if she calls.

She's having a lay down.

Vera, will you tell me honestly,

am I a bit of a pariah back at CID?

No, I mean, none of the old guard

thought there was anything...

Did I ever make you feel uncomfortable?

No, not at all.

Exactly.

All right, let's move on.

Carrie Telling?

Don't tell me, Jimmy Bell made a pig's ear

of the investigation.

Well, I'll be polite and say it was perfunctory.

In his defense, we were stretched.

We were all hands to the picket line.

Yeah, I know.

All those extra hours to pay off

the time-shares in the Algarve.

He tried.

But his relationship with the community were not good.

Nobody came forward.

Nobody wanted to help.

Not even for a miner's child?

They did a bit, but it were all rumor.

Nothing Jimmy could back up.

What was the rumor?

Oh, Vera, now you're asking me to speculate.

Feeling was that she'd escaped the family.

Her dad were a bit of a, well, we didn't like him.

Was he a suspect?

No, no, he were up on the line on the day.

No, the feeling was she'd run off.

The thing is she'd gone missing before.

Was she reported missing the previous time?

And was there a paper trail?

That I couldn't say, Vera.

Hello, Charlotte.

Vera Stanhope.

Are you wearing makeup?

No, no, the years have done this, love.

Are you on John's team now?

No, I'm at college now, Charlotte.

I'm at college, remember?

What do you want, love?

-I've lost the remote. -I'll come up, love.

I'll come up.

All right?

It's Alzheimer's.

She survived breast cancer twice, and now this.

Well, erm, we'll, thanks, John.

All right.

Take care.

What was that?

-"Pariah"? -Nothing.

Leave it.

He was done for inappropriate behavior a few years back.

-He never erm? -No!

He was funny.

Bit smutty funny but never, you know.

I'm not saying I don't believe the allegations.

It's just, with me, he was always supportive.

He gave me a lot of encouragement.

Oh, get over yourself.

Call Helen.

Tell her to follow up any reports on Carrie running away.

So what about this mate Claire?

A lie?

Possibly.

Question is, whose lie?

Marcus, he's got a positive match on the DNA.

Wants us there now.

All right, get Bethany over to tell the dad.

[tense music]

-Right. -Blunt trauma.

Left to right?

-Very good. -Single blow.

[Marcus] This would've knocked her out.

Well, that's something.

So a surprise attack?

I would say she was turning like that.

Caved in the skull and broke the jaw.

So might've seen it coming.

Can you tell if she was pregnant?

Or had had an abortion?

Circumstantial.

There's no way of telling from the remains.

And the same goes for sexual assault, I suppose?

Yes.

Ma'am.

Alice from forensics just sent me these.

Wow.

Those from the camera?

A photography enthusiast, Alice, isn't she?

Some of the last things that she saw.

It's a bit weird, isn't it?

Last things she saw.

Apart from her killer, of course.

Do we go back to the dad, push him on the termination?

What, do you think she'd have told him?

I don't, I'm just saying maybe he found out.

Form for violence.

Is he a suspect?

Of course he is, till he isn't.

Still to pelt your own kid.

Oh, spur of the moment.

Maybe she cheeked him and he was having none of it.

Can we confirm his story he was on the picket line all day,

before they brought him in?

Ma'am.

Traced REC Imports.

They became Corrington Cloth, then Corrington Coats,

based in, wait for it, Corrington.

-They still trading? -Looks like it.

Manufacture mackintoshes.

Not, like, cool ones.

Like stuff like your Nan wears.

Right, Kenny, see if you can do a timeline

-for Dad's movements. -Will do.

And you see if there's any note of her having gone

missing before, and don't palm it off on him.

Aiden, with me.

We're going to Corrington's.

If nothing else, we can get you kitted out for the weather.

[tense music]

Thanks, love.

Here's what you want, one of these.

Excuse me.

Are you here for the inspection?

Oh, we're looking for Mr Banerjee, love, is he around?

Goodness, right, sure.

Sorry, has something bad happened?

No, no, just routine inquiries, love.

Dad.

Police.

Ah, you've caught up with me.

DCI Vera Stanhope, Northumberland And City Police.

What can I do for you?

We found a credit card we're trying to trace back.

Belonging to REC Imports.

Right.

It was found on the body of a young girl.

A Carrie Telling.

She disappeared in 1984.

And we are treating it as murder.

Let's go to my office.

How did she get the card?

That's what we're trying to find out, love.

Did she know one of the girls in the accounts, maybe?

Look, do you remember a card going missing?

It would've been June '84.

To be honest, those were difficult times.

You know, the miners' strike.

People were struggling.

Lots of things went missing.

Does this ring any bells?

Was it lost?

Like I say, things went missing.

You could try the bank.

Or we have an archive of our accounts, if that would help.

Hang on, Dad.

What about that boy?

You got him to sweep the floors, remember?

Boy called Michael stole a card.

Well, could it have been this one?

He said he'd found it, but he never actually handed it in.

We presumed he'd destroyed it.

You didn't report it?

They were stone broke.

Dad was on the picket line.

It just felt churlish to report him when he'd confessed.

Did any money go missing from the account?

You'll just have to check the statements.

Can you remember his surname?

Michael?

Michael Tennant.

Done well for himself.

Not as in the Right Honourable?

Yeah, that's the guy.

House Of Commons, local MP.

I've seen the toll it takes on families,

attainment in schools, on marriages.

Oh, so we know he can gob on with the best of them.

What else have we got?

Michael Tennant, left school when he was 15.

Considered to be on the left of the party.

-Is this Wikipedia? -Helen swears by it.

Married to a lawyer.

He's got a house in Darras Hall,

and his kids go to private school.

Ha, course they do.

I've seen people with very little

give to those who have less.

Get me from the trolley when he's done.

Sorry, sir.

We thought it was just ribbon-cutting.

We didn't mean to cut you short.

Ah, I'm sure they're grateful.

Nobody wants to hear a politician banging on, do they?

Has there been an incident?

No, we're here on an historic inquiry.

Oh?

Do you remember finding a credit card

belonging to REC Imports?

You'd have been, what, 16?

I do, indeed.

Biting me on the bum, is it?

Well, that same card has been found on the body

of a young girl, a Carrie Telling.

And we're treating it as murder at the moment.

Right.

You knew her, then?

Yeah, of course.

Best mates.

I'm sorry, I'm just shocked.

Can I get myself a tea, and I'll be right with you?

Just Carrie, so young.

She was the first girl I hung around with, really.

I was 16.

I fancied her rotten.

How did you meet?

I knew her from about.

She was popular, a world apart.

She was doing A levels.

I was an apprentice at the Mileside Colliery.

She had me under her thumb.

In a nice way.

I mean, I worshiped her.

I would've done anything to get in her--

I could say good books here but you'd know

I wasn't being honest.

Aye, I would.

Anyway, she asked me to go to the owner Mr Banerjee,

his name is and say I'd found the card.

Why?

I don't know.

Didn't want her dad to find it on her, I think.

Can you remember exactly when she asked you

to lie about the card?

She rang me.

It must've been a Sunday night because

we'd just got in from church.

So the night before she disappeared?

The night before they reported her missing, aye.

We were meant to meet at the cinema,

on the Monday night, so she could give me the card.

But she didn't turn up.

Idiot that I am, I went to Banerjee

and said I'd found the card and then lost it.

I looked completely daft but I was just doing

what I thought she wanted.

I don't think anyone believed me but I stuck to my guns.

Oh, training for the future.

[chuckling]

Do you know how she came by the card in the first place?

I suppose, looking back, she'd taken it or been given it.

Were you having a sexual relationship with her?

No, we weren't really a couple.

We were just kids.

Did she ever mention an abortion?

No.

Now, that's just speculation at the moment.

Did you ever go with her to Carlisle?

No.

When she vanished, where did you think she'd gone?

-London. -Why London?

Well, it's where people went.

Sorry, I just need you--

Can I give you my home number?

Just make another time to talk.

-Just should-- -Yeah, right.

People have made the effort to come.

Thanks for being so open.

We weren't really trying to trip you up.

-Thanks. -Now who's the politician?

Maybe she was just using him

to cover up stealing the credit card.

Maybe fitting him up.

Maybe got knocked up by another bloke.

So she used the credit card

to pay for the abortion?

Maybe, who knows?

Maybe it was for "coal not dole" fund.

All right, gives him a motive, I suppose.

Jilted John.

Come on, look lively.

I've looked into Carrie's class history.

Photography tutor now living in the Languedoc.

Most of her pals have moved out of the area.

I'm tracking them down.

I've got a mention of her running away on a PC notebook.

But false alarm.

She was found at the neighbors' the next morning.

Stanley and Pamela Conville.

Stan?

-Isn't that the bloke we met? -Yeah.

Also, there's an intelligence file on him.

But it's not much.

Just his name and a couple of sightings.

Well, keep digging.

Why were we watching?

All right, Raiders Of The Lost Archive?

Footage of the picket line the day she disappeared, ma'am.

Well done, Kenny.

I could hug ya.

Now let's see if Dad was where he said he was.

[shouting]

Break for popcorn, anyone?

Oh, shut up!

This may be ancient history to you

but these people are fighting for their lives.

Just watch the screen, see if we can see him.

Just look for the angry bloke with the dodgy 'do.

Stop, go back.

Hold it there.

There.

Bloody hell, that's her, isn't it?

I'd say that's Carrie.

So she didn't go home like her dad said.

-Have you got him? -Afraid not.

It's still early days.

Oh, here we go.

It's the brush-off.

No, it's no brush-off.

It just takes time.

Ah well, come back when you've got something to tell me.

Actually, we've got some questions for you.

"She'll come home when she's hungry."

That's what they said.

Like she was a lost dog!

Barely lifted a finger.

It was me and the lads doing house-to-house ourselves.

Look, should we do this somewhere else?

You know, away from prying eyes?

No, I've got nothing to hide.

Come on, then.

Give me your best shot.

What is it you want to ask?

We believe your daughter came upon a stolen credit card.

Her boyfriend took the blame for it at the time.

She didn't have a boyfriend.

She also had a change of clothes with her,

and we think she was going to meet someone.

Hold up.

When you say "boyfriend", do you mean that Michael

that used to hang around after her?

-Mm. -She wasn't a thief.

She did the change down the club.

Nah, she was never light-fingered.

Was your daughter pregnant, Mr Telling?

No, she bloody was not.

Who's saying that?

No-one, it's just a line of inquiry.

Would she have told you, had she been pregnant?

Oh, you're enjoying this.

No, I'm not.

Now, you told us you sent your daughter home directly

after she brought you sandwiches, at 1:30-ish, hm?

Now, is that what happened?

Or did she get caught up in the unrest?

She got a bit caught up.

Frightened the hell out of me.

That's why I lost it with you lot.

And did you lose it with your daughter, love,

because she wouldn't go home?

It happens.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you lied to me about the sequence

of your daughter's movements on the picket line.

I never lied.

I told her to go home.

She hung around a bit and then I sent her home.

That's the same thing.

I mean, how forceful were you?

Did you lash out?

It would be understandable.

That's a dangerous place for a young girl to be.

Are you saying I dragged her body to the woods

and buried her?

That is an evil thought.

Oh, Bill, howay, man.

She's just trying to wind you up.

Maybe you found out she had an abortion

and that's why you lost it?

Bill!

-Bill! -We know you've

got a trigger for violence, Mr Telling.

-I have, you lot! -Bill, leave it.

Go and cool off.

And you're trying to fit me up.

Bloody perfect.

I should've seen that coming.

Is your wife dead, Mr Telling?

She's dead to me.

Only, we can find no trace of her.

Have you got an address?

Somewhere in hell, I hope.

There you go again with your size nines.

I've had worse.

Yeah, me too.

Leaves a nasty taste, though, doesn't it?

When it's not just an investigation.

When the reputation of the entire service is under attack.

Try being under investigation for 18 months.

Yeah.

We just knock heads.

You went the extra mile, didn't you?

What's he want?

Look, I know you're trying to smoke it out.

But if you're looking at Bill, you're on the wrong track.

He'd never have harmed her, never.

We've got a file on you, actually, Mr Conville,

from way back, noting a couple of your movements.

Now, why do you think you were under surveillance?

They were sniffing about, trying to blackmail people

so we'd give over our mates during the strike.

Serious allegation.

Serious but true.

She ran away to yours once, didn't she?

-No. -Oh?

She came round to ours and stayed over.

I thought Bill and Beryl knew she was at ours.

As soon as I realized they were looking,

I took her straight back.

Mr Conville, did you know she was dead?

Of course not.

Everything I know, you know.

Well, apart from...

Beryl's still around.

Goes by her mother's maiden name, Doyle.

If this couldn't get back to Bill I'd appreciate it.

Ended nasty.

[tense music]

-Where are you going? -With you.

No, you wait here.

I don't want you starting another fight.

Are you Beryl?

Beryl Telling?

[tense music]

[sobbing]

There you are, love.

Thank you.

Sorry, sorry.

No, you're all right.

Would, would she have suffered?

No, they think not.

She hadn't been taken anywhere or?

There's no suggestion of that, love.

She was still wearing the same clothes

she was wearing at the picket line.

I thought she'd run.

That's what I told myself.

-I thought-- -Why, why did you think that?

We fell out.

Before she left.

She told me she hated me.

Now, let's just take this slowly, hm?

Are you able to tell me about the last time

you saw your daughter?

At home.

I shouted at her.

I told her not to go to the pit.

I slammed the door.

I felt he was drawing her into it.

No, that's not true.

I've just lied to you.

All right.

So let's just try being honest.

Carrie knew I'd been unfaithful to her dad.

Right.

I mean, it wasn't like an affair or anything.

It was a fling.

A couple of months before she vanished.

I mean, I thought it drove her away.

She'd caught me with him.

In the cafe.

Anyway, we ended it pronto after that, but...

it broke her heart, I think.

Did you tell this to the police?

Well, who was this man?

Did she know him?

Was he a friend of the family?

His name was Alan Dawson.

He was in my class at evening college.

Pathetic, I know.

I'd gone to do this politics course when the strike started,

to try and make up my mind but...

And this was when?

April-ish?

I was just desperate, I think.

He was around more than Bill ever was.

And she actually said she was going to leave?

Said she couldn't stand me.

I thought she was punishing me, but as time passed

I thought, "Maybe it's too hard for her to come back."

I'm sorry.

Did you erm...

Did you ever tell your husband Carrie was going to leave?

No.

I think Bill would've killed us,

he was that mad about it all.

What, he was violent towards you?

Only with words.

We did find a bag with Carrie.

But there was no overnight stuff.

Do you think she'd have come home, then?

One theory we're working on is that Carrie

had a boyfriend.

No.

There was Michael who followed her around.

He's an MP now.

Other than that she carried a candle for a lad

called Terry Manttan, lived on our street.

Naughty boy, trouble.

No, troubled.

I think that's where her affections lay,

after me and her dad.

Might she have been meeting him?

Is that a possibility?

No.

Bill thought that for a while, too,

but Terry was in prison when she disappeared.

Do you know which prison?

You remember?

Where was it?

Somewhere...Carlisle.

Sorry, I was just um...

Helen, we need to trace a bloke called Alan Dawson.

Check the FE college.

See if there's a record.

All right.

That is interesting.

What?

Terry Manttan inherited the house from his mom.

He still lives on the same street.

Yeah, we're back by Bill's now, yeah.

Number 24, boss.

Hold on.

[knocking]

Mr Manttan?

[knocking]

Well, it makes sense.

He knows we're sniffing about.

[Aiden] Helen, have you got anything else?

Yep, he was inside in Carlisle during that period,

by the looks.

Someone will have to go digging for exact dates.

If I ask, they'll go all data protection on me.

He was definitely in Carlisle.

She's getting exact dates.

Are the offenses violent?

Theft, long history of fraud and burglaries as an adult.

Ah, well, that's where he learnt his trade, then.

The short, sharp shock.

Another one of their brilliant ideas.

He's working on the coast.

It's on Facebook, apparently.

Got a job at a fairground.

Is everyone on Facebook?

[dance music]

-Is that him? -Terry Manttan?

Can we have a quick word?

Oi!

Oi!

Come here!

[dramatic music]

Terry!

I said, I said a quick word.

You're lucky.

He's been known to be lethal.

Why'd you run?

Missed my court date.

When you say "missed", do you mean "didn't appear"?

What was it for?

Failure to produce a license.

Course it was.

Do you know why we're here?

I've won the Premium Bonds?

[chuckling]

Do you remember a lass called Carrie Telling?

Yeah.

Why, has she turned up?

Mm, manner of speaking.

She was in Hollowthorp Woods.

Where did you think she was?

London, what?

You mean she's been dead this whole time?

We believe so, mm-hm.

What happened to her?

Well, that's what I'm gonna find out.

How well did you know her?

Well, really liked her.

Not like that.

She was too young.

Did she like you?

Oh think she fancied me, yeah.

Bad boy, weren't I?

Look where that got me.

I might've kissed her once or twice, but nothing more.

She was my sister's age.

You were in a young offenders' institute

in Carlisle, right?

I was, yeah.

Beginning of my career.

Did she come and visit you there?

Loads of times, yeah.

More than family even.

Like I say, nice girl.

And did she visit you just before she went missing?

No.

Are you sure?

No, she said she might but she was a no-show.

I think she had stuff going on at home, you know.

Maybe she found herself a new boyfriend?

Maybe, not that I would've minded.

Deserved better than the likes of me.

Do you know the name Michael Tennant?

Someone like him, yeah.

We used to take the mick out of him.

He's an MP now, careful who you tread on, huh?

Did she dump you for Michael?

No, 'cause we weren't going out.

She was just a mate I lost touch with.

Did she like that Michael, then?

Only, she never said.

And you're gonna put all this in a statement

for me, aren't you?

-On paper. -Of course.

Might even bring my driving license down, huh?

Do we believe him?

He didn't take advantage of her fancying him?

I do, actually.

I've got sisters.

I don't know, it makes you feel a bit...

You stand back.

Yeah, I can see you with sisters.

Big brother.

How many you got?

Four.

Sometimes they all blur into one.

I bet they got you wrapped around their little fingers.

Oh, yeah.

I've got two of them kipping on the floor at the minute.

Yakking all night long.

Dates, first thing in the morning.

The body of Miss Telling was found in an unmarked shallow

grave at Hollowthorp Woods on Tuesday morning.

She'd last been seen taking photographs--

Come on, Dad.

[Reporter] Between police and miners at Hattington

Colliery in June 1984.

[Host] Thanks, Kate.

Coming up after the break--

[solemn music]

She's expecting you, she's just here.

John.

So resisted open plan, then?

Yeah, I'm sorry to drag you down here.

It's all right.

I came under cover of darkness.

[chuckles]

Only, I've some more questions for you and it's uh...

It's a bit delicate.

Isn't it always?

Oh.

So, go on, then.

Right.

Did CID ever put miners under surveillance?

Well we needed to find out if they planned any violence.

Only, there's a bloke we're looking at reckons

we tried to blackmail him.

Who?

Oh, just someone of interest.

Was he a scab?

We did go after the scabs.

Blackmail?

I suppose.

Mm.

And did the ends justify the means?

Ah, come on, it's not a tribunal.

I'm trying to solve a murder.

Oh, help me out here, John.

Did you find out anything that way that you wouldn't

have done otherwise?

Well, Jimmy Bell was sure the lad that Carrie

was hanging around had something to do with her vanishing.

Which lad?

Kid called Manttan.

Little thug.

Beat his mother up.

Or could've been his sister.

Anyway, he liked to hit women.

We did him for theft in the end.

And was the violence investigated?

Domestic?

We wouldn't be rude enough to investigate

domestic back then, Vera.

Mm.

Oh, well.

Maybe I can use something to smoke him out.

Anything else, here's my number.

Well, well, well.

After all these years, she finally gives a bloke her number.

Oh, very funny.

[laughing]

Did it ever work out for you and that er, chap?

-Peter? -That's him.

[chuckles]

Nah.

He's slimmed down, hasn't he?

Canteen food, I told you.

So did he redeem himself?

No, not exactly.

Owned up to witness intimidation.

Wandering hands and corrupt?

He didn't er, you know?

No, he didn't!

Well, 'cause I wouldn't have messed with you.

Well, thanks very much, Kenny.

I'll take that as a compliment.

So do you reckon he was stitched up?

Who knows?

Anyone who worked in the '80s,

you're the fall guy for everything these days.

Yeah, well, that kind of thing only happened

in the past, eh, didn't it?

Night, Kenny.

Night, ma'am.

[car engine starts]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

I have to tell you something.

I'm Carrie's friend.

I'm Claire.

Around the time that she died,

we went on a trip to Carlisle.

There was a clinic there.

An abortion clinic.

I just didn't want to have to bring it up

if I didn't have to.

You made out you hardly knew her.

I know, I know.

It was just, well, my dad was a bit funny about

who I was gonna be mates with.

Carrie was a good mate.

She found me in college the week before.

I was in a bad way.

She took me in hand.

Sorted the whole thing out.

Were you in Carlisle the whole weekend?

I stayed a couple of nights in the hospital.

She was in a B&B.

Did she meet anyone else while she was there?

There was this lad in the young offenders'.

I don't know if she visited him.

So it was you who took the credit card?

I didn't think he would miss it over the weekend.

When I got home it was all kicking off.

I called Carrie.

She said she'd ask her friend Michael

to say that he'd found it.

Did you know him?

No, not at the time, no.

She'd arranged to meet him on that Monday night

the day she disappeared.

I offered to go with her but she didn't want me to.

Why not?

I got the impression that she was hacked off

with him about something.

Mm.

Well, thanks for coming in, love.

It's the least I could do.

I might just go and see my dad.

Tee him up for the big revelation.

You don't think maybe he knew the truth?

Or perhaps had a sense of it?

No.

Mm, oh, just thinking.

Maybe that's why he didn't push it and had Michael

sweep the floors instead?

I hadn't thought of it like that.

Don't always work with words, dads.

Sometimes they operate from the side-lines.

Thanks.

[solemn music]

[tense music]

I can't find a record of this domestic.

Do you think she didn't report?

Of course not.

That's how domestic violence works.

In silence.

Am I the only one sticking up for women here?

Uh, Stan Conville, I've been asking about.

A few of the old timers reckon he's not to be trusted.

Right.

Now, those fellas on the scab bus, on the footage.

Someone see if you can get some close-ups.

Well, he's not gonna be a scab, is he?

Bill wouldn't have stood for it.

Well, not if he knew.

Could've been on the QT.

But what if he'd been shagging that Beryl?

Uh, sorry, ma'am.

Making love to Beryl.

Did we ever find that Alan fella?

No, the college have got him on a list

but there the trail goes dry.

Keep digging with this Stan bloke, every angle.

Maybe he's this Alan.

Where's Aiden?

Ring him.

Tell him I'm not impressed.

Right, that was the young offenders' at Carlisle.

Confirm Manttan was there in June 1984.

But also reckon he might've done a few day releases

around that time.

So could have had an opportunity.

[tense music]

[Bethany] Ma'am, Manttan's not home.

And there's no answer from Aiden.

[phone vibrating]

Where the hell are you?

It's half nine.

Call me!

[tense music]

[phone ringing]

Where are you?

Look, I'm sorry, I'm just jumping in the car now.

I couldn't hear my mobile.

I've got my sister staying so I had to drop

her off at college.

I don't care, it's no excuse.

Listen, Manttan has got form.

Violence against women.

I'll get to the fair asap.

[Vera] Only if you've got a minute.

You're already there, aren't you?

[tense music]

Multiple stab wounds, laceration to the jugular.

He would've died in about two minutes.

Is that the weapon?

Oh, no flies on him.

Kenny, get it to the boys at the lab.

Right we are.

How long before I arrived?

He's not yet cold, so maybe an hour?

You just missed him.

Oh, he wasn't here, Marcus.

I was just dropping my sister off.

She's got a job interview.

What did he have on him?

Not much, it was a set of keys, a mobile.

Right, Ken, get onto those last calls.

And 200 quid in notes in his back pocket.

I don't know if they tip at fairgrounds these days,

but struck me as odd.

New ones, too.

Right.

And, Kenny, see if you can trace those serial numbers.

Will do.

See if that gives us anything.

Any idea of the MO?

The direction of the blood spatter suggests

he was assaulted from behind and fell onto his face.

So, similar to Carrie?

Approach from behind.

No, not really.

This was a knife, that was blunt trauma.

I'd say less impulsive, more committed.

So planned it, we think?

Not spur of the moment.

No fight?

No, no defensive injuries.

So it wasn't us turning up that triggered it?

But you didn't turn up, did you, love?

I'm just saying it wasn't our fault.

That your specialty, is it, not taking the blame?

Excuse me.

We should have brought him in yesterday.

He might still be alive, let's not dance around that.

He moved in circles, he had form.

This could easily be nothing to do with Carrie.

I'm not being a smart-arse.

I'm just saying it could be a coincidence.

Right.

You should hear this.

Placed the call at about 6:30 last night.

[Michael] You have reached the voicemail

of Michael Tennant.

Please leave a message after the tone.

-Oh look, ugly. -Sorry, this is a private

view, we're open to the public in the morning.

Special dispensation, pet.

Yeah, of course, sorry.

You can take the lad out of the village but you can't,

well you can make him drink.

We move on.

We don't forget, but we move on.

-Mr Tennant. -Yes.

Do you need to talk to me?

I do, sir.

Sorry, could you find us a room?

It's a police briefing.

No, it's all right.

It's an investigative matter.

And I'd rather we did it at the station.

Terry Manttan found dead this morning.

Oh I don't know who he is.

Oh, well, you should.

You spoke to him for half an hour.

Sorry.

According to Manttan's phone log,

he called you last night and again

at eight o'clock this morning.

So what did you talk about?

He wanted my help as his MP.

Oh.

He was worried he was in trouble with the police.

I told him he'd be fine if he cooperated.

Mm.

That's good advice.

For the benefit of the tape, I am showing Michael Tennant

£200 in new notes.

This was found on Manttan's body.

And it's, it's new issue.

So we were able to trace the serial numbers

to a cash machine at Lewiston.

And we also have footage of you drawing cash

from that same machine just 20 minutes

after that call this morning.

I met him briefly near the fair.

He was short of cash.

I've known him ages.

That's why I helped him.

Mm.

So it wasn't just a constituency matter?

What did he say that prompted you to give him the money?

He'd got it in his head that I killed Carrie.

The bloke's brain is addled, I know, but, anyway.

He said he was gonna go on Twitter

and reveal I was Carrie's killer.

To be honest, 200 quid seemed worth not having the hassle.

And are you Carrie's killer?

No.

Where were you the afternoon of the day she went missing?

I've no idea.

Did you fall out just before she went missing?

No.

There's a pal believes she was angry with you.

What pal?

We were teenagers.

Feelings ran high.

They also ran high on the picket line, didn't they, love?

For the benefit of the tape, DCI Stanhope

is showing Michael Tennant photographs.

Now, these were the last pictures taken by Carrie

on the day she disappeared.

We had them developed.

Now, did she find out that you are a liar?

That's you, isn't it?

With the other scabs.

[shouting]

[camera clicks]

We didn't have any money coming in.

We were desperate.

So were a lot of people.

My dad couldn't do it.

They'd have crucified him.

I only crossed a couple of times.

How did Manttan know you'd crossed the picket?

His uncle crossed with me.

I think it must've been him.

Others, there was an unspoken code.

Mm.

Honor amongst scabs.

If you like.

But this fella, he must've told Terry, who told Carrie.

When?

At Carlisle?

That's what he told me.

When she went to visit him that weekend.

I guess she didn't believe it, wanted to see for herself.

I wasn't sure that she'd seen me.

Had no idea she'd taken this.

Look, I'm not proud of it.

I was just trying to help my family.

Mm.

They'd vote you out round here, wouldn't they,

if this got out?

Yeah, they would.

Did you kill Terry Manttan to make sure it stayed secret?

No.

'Cause I'm not a psycho.

Did you kill him because he twigged there was a connection

between you and Carrie now that her body has been found?

I'm used to people not thinking much of us, but this?

-Come on. -It's your livelihood.

And you know, from experience,

desperate people, desperate measures.

No.

Makes sense to me.

[knocking]

Please don't do this to me.

Please, don't stitch me up.

Whatever point you're trying to make, I'll listen.

I'll cut a deal.

We'll work something out, but just, please, don't ruin me.

I've got a family.

This isn't us playing politics.

This is about a young lass with her head smashed in.

So stop crying for yourself and shed a few tears for her.

Ma'am.

What?

Forensics have got a print from the knife.

It's not him.

But they have got an historical match.

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

-Mr Telling? -Is he dead?

Will you come with me now, sir?

Give over.

I can manage myself.

Fella your age took out a bloke 30 years younger.

If you hadn't ruined so many people's lives,

I'd be impressed.

Rage gives you strength.

Snuck up, didn't I?

Like he did with Carrie.

And I got him in the back.

I got him back!

Bill, shut up, man.

Don't say another word until we get a solicitor.

That man saw me every day.

He watched my life fall apart.

He saw me lose my wife, lose everything,

and there he was two doors up knowing.

William Telling, I'm arresting you for the murder

of Terrence Manttan.

You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defense

if you fail to mention, when questioned,

something you later rely on in court.

Sorry, these can pinch.

And I believe we owe you an apology, sir.

Our line of inquiry regarding the abortion came to nothing.

I'm sorry if we caused you any distress.

Shove your sorry up your arse.

I knew that anyway.

You feel sorry for him, don't you?

No.

A bit.

Did you oversleep?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I should've come clean.

Aye, you should have done.

I was, I was just being an idiot.

-Hoo! -It won't happen again.

No, it had better not.

What's the betting he goes for diminished responsibility?

Playing the doddery old fella.

Least he confessed.

But I could've got Manttan in the dock.

He could've had justice that way.

Why do people insist on messing their lives up?

Guess he thought it was justice.

Well, would his daughter have wanted that?

For him to die in jail?

Bad news.

Carlisle young offenders' finally found the dates.

He was definitely inside, Manttan, on the day Carrie died.

His mom's on the visitors' log.

Oh, that is not good.

That is not good at all.

This is our fault.

I don't know how, but an innocent man dead.

That's not good.

Terry Manttan was behind bars on the day

Carrie was murdered.

I don't believe you.

Mm.

You're protecting him.

No, I'm not.

I have a log of his movements on the day.

But you lot, you came in all guns blazing.

And you thought we were after him, mm?

But then you've suspected him all along, haven't you?

Yes.

He was no good.

The family was no good.

When I arrested you, you said you were only doing

to Manttan what you thought he'd done to your daughter.

What did you mean?

Sneaking up unexpected.

Coward's way.

But we didn't reveal to you the manner

of your daughter's death.

So how did you know that?

Who is it thought they'd got you the inside track?

Someone who couldn't stick how you were fobbing me off!

I know it all.

How she died, what he did.

Fact that you cocked up the DNA evidence.

That's true, isn't it?

So even if you did find him, he'd walk away scot-free!

Let's keep it focused, Mr Telling.

I did you a favor!

I got the fella when you couldn't.

Or I thought I did.

I'd like to make an official request that we take a break.

It was your mate, Stan, wasn't it?

So where did he get that information, hm?

Did he say?

I think he got it from your lass.

What lass?

That girl you fobbed me off with.

Bethany.

I mean, I didn't.

I swear I barely said a word to him.

I mean, that's not even true, is it, about the DNA?

Are you sure you didn't say anything

that could've been misinterpreted?

Of course she didn't.

Stan made it up, didn't he?

To set Bill off.

Knew his mate had a hair-trigger.

Manttan knew that Stan was a scab.

So Stan set Bill off to silence him.

[Bethany] No, why reveal it now after all these years?

[Aiden] Maybe he was paying him off all these years.

Or because Manttan knew something that's important now.

Something that could link Stan to Carrie's death.

Let's get him in.

I told Bill that, aye.

He's a right to know what happened to his daughter.

You're lying.

You weren't divulged that information.

Well, it's the truth, isn't it?

No, you're wrong.

Manttan didn't kill Carrie.

You set Bill onto an innocent man.

What do you think to that?

You had something to hide, so you set Bill onto Manttan

to protect yourself.

Do what?

Did Carrie know something about you?

You know, something that might have caused a confrontation?

No, me and Carrie never had a cross word.

Where's this come from?

How would people feel, eh, to know that you were a scab?

A scab?

Now you have lost me.

Why have we got a file on you?

Or was there some other reason we were blackmailing you?

You've got it wrong.

No-one's ever blackmailed me.

No, you weren't a scab, were you?

You were an informant.

There was an officer I talked to,

to try to simmer down the hatred, you know.

It was setting the community against itself.

Me and this other fella tried to talk.

And have you spoken to this fella recently, mm?

Your contact?

This officer?

I felt you were fobbing Bill off.

Have you spoken to him recently?

I met him the other night.

He gave me some details.

And what was this officer's name?

Alan.

Alan what?

Alan Dawson.

Aiden.

[knocking]

You told us you met him at evening classes?

Yes.

Now, come on, love.

What's his real name?

He told me it was Alan.

Turns out he was married, so it could've been a lie.

Did he know you were married?

Oh, yes, I think that was the point.

Look, any little detail.

Anything that's going to help us to trace him.

His home, his family--

No, nothing.

I never asked, he never told.

The only thing he said when we were ending it was,

that his wife had breast cancer.

We talked about that for a while.

He wanted to care for her and he wanted to

[Both] Be supportive.

Thanks, love.

Come on.

[dramatic music]

Did you tip off Stan Conville about Terry Manttan?

No, I presumed our conversation were confidential.

Mm, but you know who I mean by Stan Conville?

You're a good detective, Vera--

Don't patronize me.

I never did, did I?

Stan wanted to know the inside track.

I felt as if I owed him.

You made me see how I'd let that community down.

Yes, it was inappropriate for me to tell him.

And if I'd anticipated the consequences, I wouldn't have.

There, you have my confession.

Yeah?

Well, I don't believe you.

Because a couple of months before Carrie died,

you were having an affair with her mother.

Well, that's not strictly true.

No?

I was sourcing important information.

And she caught you both together in some cafe, didn't she?

Beryl's told us.

Yeah, she did.

And I broke it off immediately.

That were around the time Charlotte were diagnosed

with breast cancer for the first time,

and I couldn't continue in this line of work.

Oh, an officer and a gentleman.

I never blatantly lied.

No, you just left out a little detail on the work front.

Did Carrie recognize you on the picket line,

the day she died?

Only, I thought these shots were just random.

They're from Carrie's camera.

But when I looked again they're nearly

all of the same officer, it's funny, that.

Look, there's one.

As if she was trying to tell us something,

gather evidence.

This one, you can even see his number.

What do you think of that?

Did she threaten to blow your cover?

Is that why you killed her?

No.

What about your marriage?

I love my wife.

Oh, says he who was touching up anything with a pulse.

It was them against us.

I needed an advantage and I felt if I went undercover--

And took advantage of a miner's wife?

I made a mistake.

I miscalculated.

I did believe that the future of this country

lay in me infiltrating--

Oh, what a load of rubbish.

You just didn't want to get caught playing away.

No-one asked you to go undercover.

Alan bloody Dawson!

What a charade!

Just an excuse to get your leg over.

Shame on you.

Don't blame the times, blame yourself.

You followed Carrie Telling and you killed her.

I did go after her.

I just wanted to talk.

She had a camera.

I wanted it.

She refused.

I made a grab for it and there were a fracas.

A "fracas"?

Ha, the size of you and a young lass?

Liar!

You murdered her and you buried the evidence.

That's your problem, Vera.

You've always been a little bit too clever

for your own good.

That's why you never found yourself a husband.

Oh, that's a dagger in my heart.

Arrest him for murder.

I'll wait in the car.

Mr John Warrick, I am arresting you--

Before I go with you, I'd like to give my wife

her medication and say goodbye.

Please.

Please.

This is just for Charlotte's sake.

But you...

I can hardly bear to look at you.

[solemn music]

We have just been informed that local

MP Michael Tennant has resigned.

The former pitman had recently been helping police

with the investigation into the disappearance

and murder of teenager Carrie Telling in 1984.

Although Mr Tennant was not suspected of any involvement

in her death, the inquiry revealed the MP repeatedly

crossed the picket lines during the strikes,

something he has strenuously denied in the past.

They don't work.

So what are we gonna do about your timekeeping, mm?

I'm on sleeping pills.

I've had insomnia.

Last couple of months.

I thought as much.

I don't miss everything that's in front of me, you know.

It was a cold case.

You couldn't have got there any sooner.

Try telling that to Terrence Manttan's family.

Warrick had people going for years.

Where do you hide a tree, Aiden, hm?

Come on, where?

In a wood.

Right.

Where do you hide outrageous behavior?

In outrageous behavior.

The rumors were a sign.

The smutty jokes, jokes about rumors.

And I chose to ignore it.

All the innuendo.

He was charming, yes, but he never once tried it on with me.

And before you laugh, I haven't always looked

like this, you know.

It was because you were too smart.

You'd have sussed him out.

Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Do you want to wait until Beryl's done?

No.

Carrie would want us to be together, I think.

Oh, uncuff him.

A bit of dignity.

Go on, where's he going to run?

Thank you.

Well, on behalf of Terrence Manttan's family,

you know where you can stick your thank you.

What?

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