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My mom's house was broken into last night.

He was in Jesse's room, he was looking through the family photos.

I couldn't see his face, he was wearing a hoodie.

It was Jesse.

I chose him, I took him and I killed him.

- Three acts. - Oh, I'm convinced you didn't.

Whatever happened, it wasn't our fault.

Did you set out to kill this Newman guy?

This Newman, he destroyed girls' lives.

Danny, they found something else in Newman's garden.

The same picture book Jesse had. It make no sense.

It's a reprint from 10 years after Jesse disappeared.

- Did you sleep with him? - Nothing happened.

Moving back here the was the worst thing we ever did.

Today I was in the woods. There's this guy, watching me.

Mark!

How many exits are there to this building?

Danny, got him.

There's no one up there.

I'm just chasing someone I wanna chase.

Someone is setting us up deliberately.

- What is it? - It's from Jakob Marosi.

He wants to see me.

Thank you for the food we eat.

Thank you for the world, so sweet.

Thank you for the birds that sing.

Thank you, God, for everything.

God bless us.

God bless the food.

Amen.

Oh, we got a letter from the Missionary Society thanking us for our donation.

I'll let you have a look.

It came yesterday.

Here we are.

Before anything,

can I apologize for the way I spoke to you last time?

It's unacceptable.

And I'm sorry.

You said there's something you wanna show us.

I want to show you where Jesse Wells is buried.

Why?

Why are you offering this now?

This last week...

I'm reliving how I killed this boy.

I dream it, when I sleep.

And it comes when I'm awake.

It's constant.

And for the first time I see the dreadful thing I did all those years ago.

The worst a man can do

for any child

and their parents.

And then you realize, that

well...

the least I can do, is...

offer some closure for the family.

And perhaps myself, as well.

That's lovely.

You say you want to show us where Jesse is buried?

Why not just tell us?

It was 20 years ago.

But I will know when I see it.

It was among

the sand dunes,

up the coast. Where they train the horses.

I think someone wants a day at the seaside.

I want the parents to have their child back.

But you relive it, you're reliving it every night... relive it now!

Where is he buried?

I'll tell you what I do remember

of this burial.

When I'm laying his tiny body in the ground,

he's wearing a red jacket with a hood.

It slipped off his shoulder.

And as I pull it up,

I see a name-tag.

On the inside,

there.

It says "Mark Wells".

And until I saw the news reports,

that was who I thought I'd killed.

I can't move my jaw,

I mean I can, but...

it feels like I can't.

And then...

OK, it's OK, Hayley.

Hayley, look at me.

U gotta breathe.

Breathe, OK?

Everything's fine, OK?

The benzodiazepines I've given you are gonna kick in.

You're gonna feel fine, OK? But you've gotta breathe.

OK, good girl.

I think we might have to consider the fact, that MDMA and you don't mix.

We mix fine. It's just once in a while, that's all.

Who cares?

Look at Britnay.

We can die any time. We could die just like that.

So why stop anything?

Just try and take care of yourself today Hayley, OK? Drink lots of water.

Any chance I could get a few more of those benzies?

Get out.

Why are you asking this?

Oh, we just review the evidence on every case after a couple of weeks.

So to the best of your knowledge, when Jesse went out that day...

He was wearing...

A red hoodie, jeans and a T-shirt.

Tell us about the hoodie.

It was a hand-me-down. It wasn't new. It was Mark's originally.

It had been washed forever.

Did it have a name tag?

No, you only ever label your first kid's clothes.

The rest can go...

No, hold on.

It would have had Mark's

name-tag on it, yeah. That would still be there.

Because it was a sewn-in one, not a stick-on.

Why are you interested in that?

Like I said, it's just procedure.

- Hi, can I have a word? - Yeah, course, come in.

You got mail.

Must be a fixture.

You alright?

No, I am fine. I...

I got called out to

3:30-4.

And then I ran to work and then I came straight here, so...

I'm a bit spaced.

Right.

I was speaking with Hayley earlier. Do you know Hayley?

Of course you do.

Well, she was talking about Britnay.

But in a really nihilistic way, like...

"Why bother with anything, what's the point?"

"What happened to Britnay can happen to everyone else".

I just thought you should know.

We've really missed you, Slade.

I haven't dealt with this too well, have I?

Come on, off we go!

There you go.

Come on, up, on your feet.

Come on!

There we go, this way.

A party!

That's it, there we go.

- Him! - No way!

Have you two met?

Slade, sorry, I gotta...

Hi, Stuart.

What? Airport?

What do you mean? Well, you... you can't just take her.

Excuse me, mate. Is that your van outside?

Yeah, can you just give me 2 minutes, please?

We're doing this, 'coz we just...

Look, listen, please...

What's this about?

Step outside, straight away.

I just need to...

What are you doing?

We're arresting you on suspicion of murder.

This is not OK!

- Suspicion of murdering who? - Jay Newman.

Well, you've got the wrong man then.

- Shut the kids up, please. - It's alright, it's alright.

Back inside. Let the police do their work.

Here.

Wait.

Mr Marosi, specific directions, please.

It's been 20 years.

The landscape changes.

This way, come.

What's all this about?

What's happened? Slade what were you arrested for?

It's in connection with the Jay Newman murder.

You out of your mind, calling me here?

Who was I supposed to call, Mark?

I know. You've told me.

It's your copy.

Before we get started,

can I just confirm, that

your investigating the murder of a Mr. Jay Newman,

at his home, on Manville Avenue.

On the afternoon of the 22nd of this month?

That's correct.

You're client's van

matches - or is similar to - the van seem outside of Mr. Newman's address

at the estimated time of death.

We're talking about - and this is important,

the 22nd of this month?

The 22nd.

I'm gonna have to halt proceedings.

I can't be the solicitor on this case.

See, on the afternoon of 22nd,

my client was with me.

What do you mean, "with you"?

At my place, my apartment.

Early morning

until late evening. He was with me.

The whole time.

An alibi was above and beyond, Mark. Thank you, appreciate it.

Don't thank me, OK Slade?

You do my head in, you really do.

If you're so smart,

what's gonna happen to the kids in the shelter if you go to prison?

You getting picked up is proof enough, that actions, your actions, they do have consequences.

And they've got your DNA now, so...

I really do hope you were careful enough.

Here.

It's here.

Here, are you sure?

I feel it.

OK, this our spot, let's get to digging.

Get in here, guys!

Nice wind.

And sun.

Warm.

Great.

Something isn't right, Ally.

It's a wind-up.

Look at him.

Don't you mind if I popped into the ladies' room? I'll be quick.

You want another drink then?

Cheers.

To new friends.

Let's get some fresh air, you'll be fine, don't worry.

How's it going?

The lady's with me.

What?

Go and sit down.

What's your problem?

- He took her. - Come on, Pru.

He took her.

- While I was here, he took her. - Just sit down here.

I saw Nico at the airport, about to get on a flight.

What, so you thought you'd take some more pills, did you?

Diazepam.

I can tell, Pru. I can see it in your eyes. Half the kids are on it, that's how I know.

- I'm gonna call Mark. - No, you're not.

He's gonna listen to me.

- Give me the phone. - I love him, I love Mark.

No, you'll get over it, Pru.

I got over you.

I thought I was in love with you. Now look at me.

Nothing, not a thing.

You don't understand.

I always loved Mark.

And I'm gonna call him.

And I'm gonna tell him...

Look at you!

Look at you!

You're fucked up, Pru.

Now you listen to me. Until you're un-fucked up, you leave Mark well alone.

I'm not having you going on some off-your- faced whim,

only to go and break his heart all over again.

I won't have it, because that is exactly what you did the last time you left.

Don't you dare think that just because we were kids that it didn't mean anything.

He never got over you, Pru.

Before you even think about calling him, just get yourself clean, Pru.

Sort yourself out.

DS Kenwood, we've got something.

What have you got?

It's down there.

What is it? Get out of the way.

Are you sure you wanna be here for this?

I'm just thinking out what I'm gonna tell Julie and Alan.

And Mark.

Danny.

They have to run some tests, but, um...

judging by the remnants of clothes,

and the hair and shoe...

this is a little girl.

- What? - It's... it's a young girl.

It can't be Jesse.

What do you mean? He said...

Oh, that's right.

That's the little Reddington girl.

You are as useless as your father.

Get off me!

Get him down the station.

Bastard!

I think you might eventually chased a real person.

Danny, I've been thinking I've been losing my mind.

If you're losing it, I'm losing it.

But if I was chasing someone,that means that they disappeared, isn't it? They evaporated.

I know.

We find Jesse's DNA at the place where the girls were kept.

We also find the Gulliver's Travel picture book kept there.

Yeah, but it's a 2005 reprint.

Right, and your mom and dad gets broken into. I mean...

Either Jesse's still alive...

or this is some massive hoax.

And if it is a hoax?

I think Jakob Marosi is behind this.

He's inside, it's not possible.

How could he do that?

You think he's working with people?

I've got no idea. What I do know,

is that he's the sickest bastard that I have ever come across.

And if he can wind you up, he will.

Marosi used to write letters for my dad, from prison.

What?

- Why didn't you tell me this before? - Sorry.

Anyway, listen. That's not even possible, he's a category "A" prisoner.

They wouldn't allow him to write to victims.

Well, he did.

Unless he was getting someone to do it for him.

- You two still here? - Dad, come on.

How many letters did you get whoever they were from?

Let me try again: I don't wanna talk about it.

That's all. Quite clear?

Come on, let's go.

He burned them all as they came in.

This one, he just forgot the envelope.

Mom, did you read the letters?

I saw bits of some of them.

Alan never gave them to me. They made him so mad.

Same printed address

on each letter, by the way.

Been made with one of those

rubber stamps.

Every letter I did see, went on about there being "three acts".

Don't know what they meant, but those two words would fill

a whole page sometimes.

"Three acts".

When did you get these?

Quite early on. '98, '99.

Maybe ten letters in all.

What, Danny? What is it?

There's a postmark.

New lead. Allan Wells, circa 1998, received letters purportedly

from Jakob Marosi.

Now, he burned them and he won't talk about them.

But we do have one of the envelopes postmarked from Malten,

which is a 120 miles south of here,

but 6 miles

from where Marosi was imprisoned in 1998.

I haven't finished. From March, 1997

until he was moved up here in 2000, Jakob Marosi's only

prison visitor was an Angela Clark.

Who lives, then and now,

in Malten. That's that.

Fancy a drive?

Shouldn't we run all of this past the DI first?

The envelope's in the forensic bag. Get it to Ken.

And tell him I want everything and anything PDQ.

What does that even mean?

Here's his boyfriend. So, you can take it down to him.

Ally's got something for you. Let me go get my jacket.

This is for Ken. It's urgent.

Do I need to apologize for the other night?

To me? I doubt it.

I usually get everything I deserve.

No, I think I do...

I mean,

you could always...

Ally, we gotta go.

Ally, please.

Welcome to Malten.

It's this one.

- Angela Clark? - Yes?

DS Kenwood, DC Caine.

Do you mind if we have a word inside?

How about a cup of tea?

No, actually, I'd like Mrs Clark to answer my questions.

Actually yes, I would, thanks. Milk, one sugar.

OK, so let's try again, shall we?

When you were a prison visitor to Jakob Marosi,

did you ever send letters on his behalf?

Did you think there was something I didn't wanna say in front of my husband?

Is there?

Mrs Clarke,

did Jakob Marosi ever ask you to smuggle letters out for him?

That wouldn't be allowed.

That's not an answer to the question.

If you refuse to cooperate, you'll be answering his questions down at the station in the morning.

Could we meet at the afternoon? We go to church Sunday mornings.

Mrs Clark, please.

Someone posted letters to the father of one of the children

Jakob Marosi claims to have murdered.

They were posted from this town.

Did you post those letters?

I know one thing for certain.

Jakob has repented his sins.

he has redeemed himself and now rejoices in the love of Jesus.

Do you know what Jakob Marosi did to his victims?

- To children? - Of course.

He confessed all his crimes to me.

"But Draw Closer to God, and He Will Draw Closer to You."

Jakob Marosi is a viscous psychopath, Mrs Clark.

He was possessed.

He was possessed...

I'm sorry, by who? The devil?

Yes, of course.

But through redemption, he is saved.

Yes, you don't believe

and so it's impossible for you to understand.

You know, sorry Mrs Clark, I have to say,

I have been face-to-face with Jakob Marosi

a number of times. And he is the most unrepentant,

manipulative criminal I ever had the misfortune to meet.

We fight the devil

with his own weapons.

I'm sorry, are you saying that I'm an emissary for the devil?

Milk and sugar?

We don't have enough to go any further with this.

We'll never get a warrant and even if we did, what are we looking for?

A rubber address stamp?

Imagine putting that to the DI.

So we drop it, yeah?

I'm not saying there's nothing in it. I'd put a week's pay on that she posted those letters.

There was something in that cupboard she didn't want us to see.

We haven't got any evidence.

Danny, I'm not moving from this spot until you say we drop it.

Yeah, we drop it.

You've been asleep for ages.

Thanks.

I feel like shit.

Sleeping Beauty's first words.

I've got your stash, by the way.

It's very neat in that pen. Very neat.

I'll be keeping that, in case you're wondering.

I'm a complete mess.

Stuart's just taken Nico away without even asking me.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get clean!

If you're serious,

the best way to do that

is to stay here, with me, OK?

They won't be back from the States till the end of the week.

And Slade,

I heard what you said

last night, about Mark.

- And I hate excuses. - I feel there's a "but" coming.

It's a good one. Do you wanna hear it?

Go on then.

Seriously.

What happened to me, you,

Danny and Mark...

Didn't we all go missing the day Jesse disappeared?

What happened to those kids that spent every single moment together up until that point?

Anyone ever see them again?

I don't think so.

We were never those kids again.

And you were right, you had each other.

I got taken to the States, no one knew what happened to me.

OK, stop right there.

You're back no, Pru.

You're not alone. We will figure this out together, OK?

Thank you.

Danny!

An unexpected pleasure.

Look, I don't know if I'm asking you for advice, or...

or for help.

Alright.

Look, it's about Jesse.

It's about finding out whether he's alive or dead.

Slade, why have we stopped?

I thought I was taking you to some youth workers' conference thing?

No, I made that up.

I didn't tell you this because you'd just ask questions all the way here.

The family from that house there, are gonna go to church in a minute.

And I want you to go with them.

And then,

I want you to call me when they set off to come back home.

Why, where are you going?

I'm gonna break in, for Danny.

- What? - Now I'm not gonna steal anything,

I'm just gonna look around. 'Coz the lady from that house

has posted letters to Alan from Jakob Marosi.

Oh look, the mom and kids are leaving the house now.

Well, where's the dad?

No, where's the dad?

There he is.

I'll go, shall I?

Say a little prayer for me.

Let us pray.

I've been feeling fearful today.

Life seems uncertain,

And out of control.

I recall the Bible tells me:

"Perfect love casts out fear".

I've left the potatoes on.

Thank you, Lord, oh thank you!

I am so blessed!

Therefore, this is what the Lord says.

"You will not leave the bed you are lying on.

You will certainly die!" So Elijah went.

When the messengers returned to the king, he asked them...

Slade?

Slade, the husband's not here. I think he might be on his way.

Thanks for the warning.

All of us together in one room at the same time?

It's nice, huh?

Let's just get on with this, shall we?

What are we waiting for?

It's still loading, be patient.

What are we looking for?

Well if this woman was sending letters for Marosi,

I don't know, anything from '98-'99.

OK, I think I've got something.

Come on have a look at this.

So these are annual bills for a storage facility.

And it's right here, in Westbridge.

And not only that,

it's right around the corner from where Marosi used to live.

And since 1998, it's been paid for by Angela Clark,

who lives a 120 miles away, in Malten.

What is it, Dan? What's wrong?

It's me, I'm what's wrong. I have to stop thinking...

I can't use these, how do I use these?

OK, you're going on to unit 92.

You open it up, you see what's inside.

Get a search warrant, It's easy.

- But I can't do that. - Why?

Because when they ask me: "How did you get these invoices?"

Which they will ask, I mean that's the first thing that they're gonna ask.

What do I say? How do I answer?

I can't answer because I can't use this.

Yeah, he's right.

OK, you're right. You're right.

So leave it to us, OK?

Listen, you leave it to me, right?

We delete the files that we've just uploaded, OK?

Yeah, Danny.

You're not involved in this. Alright?

Listen, you haven't seen this.

We haven't even talked about it. Alright?

This does not exist.

So you, Danny,

you're gonna be a policeman, now you go investigate something.

- What are you gonna do? - We're not gonna do anything.

We might go to a greyhound race. Now listen, listen!

If we find anything,

then it will be delivered, magically,

to you, anonymously.

Good. Now off you go, come on.

Can I help you?

24/7 access, 24/7 security.

We have CCTV, alarms,

and we're right on the flight path of the airport.

- What's available? - Bit of block 1,

bit of block 2...

I'll take 101.

The spirally thing, it turned, but...

it haven't dropped out.

It's the Seabrook's.

Thanks, mate.

Cheers, mate.

What's here?

Find anything?

Hey mate, what's that?

What's that there?

There's a chain.

Jesus.

Look at these tapes.

Connor Tresco, 28th July.

1993, 7 years old.

Act 1: target.

Act 2: pain.

Act 3: kill.

Billy Taylor, 23rd June 1984, 8 years.

It's the same: Act 1.

Act 2.

Act 3.

Jesus, Danny. You dick!

What are you doing?

- What have we got? - Close the door.

- Found a trunk. - These are kids' teeth.

Teeth?

We've got hair,

we've got tapes, they're saying: Act 1, Act 2, Act 3.

Connor Tresco.

Can I see it?

What is it?

Mark?