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♪

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is,
all we do is hide away ♪

♪ All we do is lie in wait

♪ All we do is,
all we do is lie in wait ♪

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't wanna be
the right way round ♪

♪ Can't find paradise
on the ground ♪

♪

[sirens wailing]Over here!

[panting, radio chatter]

[sirens wailing]

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

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

The trick in life, I think,

is knowing which things
we should forgive ourselves for,

and which not.

Except I'm not sure
it really is that.

OFFICER:
Suspect is a white male,
mid-40s,

he's wearing a navy top
and a grey baseball cap,

he was last seen
walking towards Burley Road,

and the witness here said he had
a knife in his hand, over.

I think a part of me wonders
if I'm just coming

to a natural conclusion here.

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

There are other things
to do in life.

[soft chuckle]

Not like this.

So why did you retire?

I didn't retire,

I was A-19ed.

In the cutbacks.

Ah...The truth is,

what I did,
what you still do,

when you lose it,

you realize what a privilege
it was.

Hm...

To be able to help people,

often at the very worst moment
of their lives,

find faith in the world again.

Because I genuinely believe

that's a big part
of what we do--

restore a little shape,
a little order,

a little meaning to the world.

I mean, not so much

on traffic duty but...

[laughs]

And obviously Naked Gun.

Obviously Naked Gun.[chuckles]

And Midnight Run?

Oh man, Midnight Run,
yeah, definitely.

And Fargo
probably on there.

[American accent]:
"You're darn tootin'."

[American accent]:
"Okay, hun."

[laughing]

DOCTOR:
Oxygen's at a 100,

but his BP and SATS
are very low now.

Get me four units
of red cells...

Well, that was
a great evening, thank you.

I'd very like to do it
again some time.

Yeah, me too.

This is me.

[laughing]

Well, anyway...

Good night then.

Good night.

[keys jingling]

[phone ringing, vibrating]

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

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

What?

Pete Carr, he's been attacked
outside his office.

Stabbed.

Oh no...

But they say he's gonna be okay
but...

No! No!

[sighs]

[machinery beeping]

♪

[beeping continues]

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

Who was he?

Some local nut job,
links to far right groups,

got geed up by all the
online pedophile stuff.

So we go after
all those... fuckers.

Absolutely.

♪

She's exaggerating.

Tim and I were out
for about 45 minutes,

and Pete just went
down the pub.And Chris Lowe?

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

But you accept you were
all out of the house,

at various points between

9:00 p.m. and midnight.

Yes.So why did you lie?

I would have thought that
had become blindingly obvious.

I thought there was
a very good chance

anything I told you
would be leaked.

And given that my best friend

is now in
an intensive care unit

entirely because of you,

I think I had pretty good
reason to be nervous.

Can we move on to your car,
Mr. Hollis?

Which in fact

matches exactly
the description of a car

that was seen driving

erratically at approximately
12:20 a.m.

on the morning
that Hayley went missing.

And how many
dark saloons

with trailer bars would there be
in a holiday area?

We didn't ask for your opinion,
Miss Cray.

JAMES:
Though she's right.

But I suspect even my ex-wife
will confirm

that I was in the house,
in bed, at 12:20 a.m.

[papers rustling]

How old was your son

that New Year's Eve, James?

How old was Eliot?

Fifteen.

Actually only a few weeks
off 16 I believe, and, sadly,

quite a troubled young man
it seems.

Already arrested

twice for possession
of cannabis, once for ecstasy,

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

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

Which is why
I have to ask you, James,

did Eliot take your car
that night?

No.

Maybe he came across Hayley,

maybe hitchhiking somewhere,
picked her up,

something happened between them,
something went wrong.

Eliot's never hurt a fly.

SUNNY:
Maybe it was an accident,

the car was seen
to be driving erratically,

maybe he was drunk,
maybe he knocked her down--

it was a dark, wet night.

But in either instance,

you found out,
and agreed to drive the body

back up to London

to obscure your son's
involvement.

The idea that I would drive
the dead body of a young girl

my son had killed to London

is as absurd
as it is abhorrent.

Well, then, can we ask you why,
when we first interviewed you,

you referred to your son
as a little boy.

A turn of phrase.

Really?

We think it was deliberate.

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

that there was effectively
another adult

in the house that night.

CRAY:
And I think I don't want

my client answering anymore
questions about his son,

so unless you have
any actual evidence,

rather than
shot-in-the-dark theories,

I think we're done here.

[paper rustling]

Okay.

[indistinct conversation]

♪

Jamie...

We spoke to Maria--

Pete's conscious
and talking, so...

Stay strong, fella,
stay strong.

Yeah, you too.

It was stupid,
and I apologize,

a case of misguided loyalty.

Misguided loyalty
to whom?

Jamie.

He rang us all

after he'd first been
interviewed by you

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

The inference I took was that

we should all say the same.

Why do you think
he wanted you to lie?

Well, at first I thought
it was because of his profile,

that he didn't want the press
latching on to him,

and, yeah, I was happy
to go along with that because

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

darker motive.

Except then, yesterday,
Pete rang me,

Pete Carr,

and he told me something
about Jamie's son.

Told you what?

He said he'd seen Eliot
climbing into the house,

through a first floor window,

at around 2:00 in the morning
on New Year's Day.

♪

CASSIE:
Okay, so...

where are we with Eliot Hollis?

Still looking for him,
but for what it's worth,

I just pulled this

off an online employment site,

which he signed up to in 2007,

when he was living in the States
with his dad.

It details holiday work

on a building site
in the U.K., so...

Okay.

Let's check James Hollis's car,

the BMW, I want to see
its service history,

maybe speak to the ex again,

check both their bank
statements,

insurance companies,

I want to know if the car
had any body work repairs done

in the months immediately after
Hayley died.

[machines beeping]

I just I want to say I'm sorry,
Pete.

I was angry and shocked and...

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

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

You're a good man,

and I want you to hear
that I know that.

Basically I think Hayley
used a sort of code

in her diary.

I'm guessing for
if her mum read it

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

So, first up when she has sex,
I think she calls it "tea,"

and then-- and I think this is
actually more important--

when she says

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

So this is just
a small selection

of the times
these words appear,

but you can see
a really clear pattern.

"...some great cake
at Marly's,

then went shopping,
a very nice trip!"

"Went clubbing in Portsmouth,

ate cake, up till six."

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

just what I always wanted!"

And the reason I think
this is significant

is this reference here.

This is dated two days

before she disappeared,

and here she says,

"G's gonna get us some cake

for the new year party."

I think this is why

she left work early.

I think "G's"
is where she was going.

A dealer maybe,
or a friend who

was selling her some gear.

I mean, it might explain
how she could have been

in the vicinity of the Spinney,

which from the pub,

is in the opposite direction
to the party.

Nice work, Fran.

CASSIE:
Okay, can we liaise

with Hampshire police
on local drug dealers--

then and now?

But really good work, Fran.

[sighs]

Thanks, guys.

Shall we?

Mila, hi, it's me.

I'm, I'm sorry I haven't rung
before but I just needed

some time on my own
to think things through.

And I wanted to say...

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

I'm not a bad man;
I've made some mistakes,

but I'm not a bad man.

[sighs]

[taps phone]

[sniffs]

[removes key]

[siren wailing]

So, why did you lie,
Christopher?

I lied...

because from the moment
Hayley Reid went missing,

I've sort of believed
that at some point,

somebody would knock on my door
wanting to blame me.

Which I believed
for a number of reasons,

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

Um...

in late December 1999,

I was in a bad way, mentally.

I was in the manic phase,
I know now,

of a bipolar episode,
exacerbated by overwork,

and by a personal event that had
profoundly traumatized me.

And on New Year's Eve,
in addition to me

idiotically taking some cocaine,
it overwhelmed me.

And I became very unwell,
I think.

I ended up, well,
leaving the house,

and just, just walking, uh...

I don't know where,
for a couple of hours.

And then, finally,

well, when I returned,
I was exhausted

and I fell asleep almost
immediately and the next day,

news started to filter through
about this,

this missing local girl.

And, uh...

because of this personal thing
that had happened,

and I suppose, to a degree,

because of my poor mental
health, I became obsessed

that the police
would come for me,

that a knock on the door
was imminent.

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

Not that day, not the next,
not the day after,

it didn't come.

But I never stopped waiting
for it.

So when you finally showed up,
DCI Stuart,

in my head I went straight back

to those first few days after
Hayley Reid went missing.

I felt the same fear,
the same all-consuming panic.

And, yeah, I lied.

I lied about, about, about
where I was that night.

But that is all
that I lied about,

because I swear
I, I didn't hurt Hayley Reid,

I never even met her.

And this event that

fed in to your paranoia...

what was that?

Yeah, so on
October the 12th, 1999,

I was arrested
for credit card payments

to online child sex abuse sites.

Well, the card
was a business one,

which meant that I was arrested
at the office,

and the police told
my business partner Helen

because I sometimes visited
commercial shoots

involving children.

She then told the board,

and in January 2000,
she told my wife.

Two months later,
when I was charged,

the board sacked me

and my wife filed for divorce.

So within four months
of my arrest,

yeah, I lost...

I lost everything.

Everything I loved--

my wife Laura and my career.

[voice breaking]:
And my beau...

My beautiful daughter.

Yeah.

[clears throat]

Yeah, my life just pretty much
collapsed.

But here's the thing.

It wasn't me.

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

My life had been ruined

and I was completely,
100% innocent.

♪

And do you happen to remember
who packed the trailer?

Jesus, you don't think...

Do you?

I always used to pack the bags,

and James always used to put
them in the trailer.

Okay, and your car,
a BMW 3 series,

I believe.Yeah.

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

You think it was a car accident?

Do you?

♪

[soft sigh]

Mrs. Hollis?

He said he'd hit a deer.

Your husband?

Yes, my husband, who else?

I wonder if you could take
a look at these photos,

and this floor plan for me.

[papers rustling]

And tell me
if you can remember

which bedroom
you and your husband slept in,

which bedroom
your friends slept in,

and which your son?

♪

[quietly]:
No...

My card details, and in fact
those of hundreds

of other completely
innocent people, were cloned.

Of course I protested

my innocence, vehemently, I told
them this... this is crazy,

I'd never visited these sites,
it's absurd,

it's a, it's a mistake.

But I was charged.

[laughing wryly]:
And then...

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

and my trial date
had not been set.

I managed to salvage some money
from my separation,

and I found a lawyer, and we
hired a team of investigators

to prove that
the sites paid for

were never actually visited,

they proved that
when the payments were made,

allegedly from my work computer,
I was abroad.

And so in 2003 finally
the charges were dropped,

and I was granted
a record deletion application

in 2004.

By this time
Laura had remarried,

and I hadn't seen her or been
allowed to see my daughter

for three years.

I was living in shelters
or on the streets

without access
to the medication I needed.

[laughing]:
The idea of just turning up
and persuading them

that I hadn't somehow
bought my innocence...

[laughs, sniffs]

Yeah, that was beyond me.

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

this awful injustice,

this, this catastrophic
unfairness, to try, to try

and rebuild a life.

You know,
which sounds simpler

than it actually was,
because I was homeless,

in and out of temporary
accommodation for six more years

[voice breaking]:
before my...

...before Tim...

[sniffs]

...my friend Tim,
he finally tracked me down.

And he bought me my first van
in 2010,

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

And then one week ago,
you turn up.

And you ask a man

who has lost everything through,

well, just simple bad luck,

just someone, someone who knows,
who knows what can happen

and you ask him
where he was that night.

Yeah, so, that's why I lied.

That...

That...

MURRAY:
James Hollis's ex remembers
the son slept in a box room.

The only box room in the house
has a window

that gives out
onto a flat roof.

JAKE:
Which supports
Tim Finch's claim

that Pete Carr saw him
climbing in at 2:00 a.m.

Exactly.

Yeah...[phone ringing]

Jake Collier.

[man speaking on phone
indistinctly]

Yes, she's in an interview
at the moment,

can I pass on a message?

[cars driving past]

Hello, is it Maria?

[sniffs]

Yeah, sorry,
I was just having a quick nap.

I'm Dr. Walsh,
I'm one of the doctors

who's been looking
after Peter.

Oh, right, yes,
how's he doing?

Shit.

[sighs]

Do you believe him?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You speak to the legal firm,

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

Okay.

[knocking]Guv...

King's Lynn nick
just rang.

Peter Carr's died.

Heart attack.

♪

[sobbing]

[exhaling]

♪

[phone calling out]

VOICEMAIL [on phone]:
Please leave your message
after the tone.

Mrs. Carr,
it's DCI Cassie Stuart.

I just wanted to ring
and say how...

desperately sad I was

to hear about
your husband's death.

♪

DCI Stuart,
have you got anything to say?

[camera shutters clicking]

What will you say
to his family?

FEMALE REPORTER:
Do you blame yourself,
DCI Stuart?

And as his wife comforts

their two young sons tonight,

I think the death of Mr. Carr

raises a number
of important questions.

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

in order to better restrict

the sorts of hateful
social media campaign

that undoubtedly contributed
towards his murder?

And, secondly,
I think we need to ask

how problematic it is

that such major criminal
investigations as this one,

are increasingly being held...[phone ringing]

under such a public gaze.

With police so far
refusing to confirm

REPORTER [via radio]:
whether Peter Carr
remained a suspect,

the parents of Hayley Reid

must be asking themselves
the most painful question:

has the killer
of their beloved daughter

taken the secret

of her final moments
to his grave?

This is Rohit Kachroo,
outside Bishop.

[door opens]

[door closes,
footsteps approaching]

Hey.

I just went out to grab a bag,

I didn't forget
to turn it off.

Dad...

I just wanted to say,
that, you know,

I've been thinking about what we
were discussing the other day.

And I am genuinely sorry
about what you're going through.

I'm fine.

The problems at work

or whatever it is personally.

My personal life's fine too.

And, of course,
I'll always be there, you know,

to give you whatever I can,

whenever you need it.

Wow, well, thank you so much.

It's just that, um...

right at the moment I think it
would be better for the both us

if I were to give you
a bit of space,

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

Right.

Anyway, it'll be a rehearsal
for us, you know.

Rehearsal.

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

She said she would,

so I, I'll probably

buy somewhere together
next year.

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

you can't buy somewhere
together, can you,

'cause you're the only one
with any money.

[shaky breathing]

[wry chuckle]

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

I'll give you a call tomorrow.

I love you, sweetheart.

[exhales sharply]

[door closes]

USHA:
I miss... us

as a family,

I miss us all being together.

I miss you.

And I missed you, Usha,

when you left
for your soul mate.

Do you remember?

The girls missed you so much.

And I'm so sorry
for that,

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

[sighs]

Except it's too late.

We've moved on.

I've moved on.

And... you love her, do you?

This Sal?

Yes, I do.

And the girls...

surely we owe it to them

to ask what they'd like?

"We"?

Well, surely you can't
deny them that?

I mean, if they wanted,

the chance for us all
to be together again?

A proper family.

You always said
the girls came first.

♪

But I never meant for anyone
to actually do anything.

Okay.

Can I read
what your last post said?

"For too long, pedophiles,
rapists, and murderers

"have been treated
as if they were the victims.

"But enough is enough.

"If the government
won't bring back

"the death penalty
for such crimes,

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

to take matters
into their own hands."

And then you've put a picture
of Peter Carr,

with his work address,

under the headline "Monster."

But I never said to anyone
to kill him.

So when you said it was

"time for people to take matters
in to their own hands,"

what did you mean exactly?

I just wanted a job.

I'm 27,

and I have a degree
in journalism,

that's costs me the best part
of £50,000.

And I have never had

proper paid work
in my chosen field,

despite having written
hundreds of job applications.

So I was just trying to shock.

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

Otherwise no one hears you,
no one listens.

And if no one listens,
what are you?

You're no one.

[sighs]

ANDREWS:
In terms of the IPCC,

it's a mandatory referral.

I don't really have any choice.

And the case?

The Reid family have reiterated
their faith in you.

For now the case remains yours.

Thank you.

[door opens, closes]

♪

[distant dog barking]

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

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

and I really don't have time

for endless dreary euphemisms.

You don't have to get
so unpleasant, Dad.

Oh, you think?

It's just, as your father,

I thought you might
already know the answer.

I'm sorry.

I'm very stressed
by all of this.

But, no...

I never hit your mum.

♪

Apologies but I have a 2:00.

♪

And for the
avoidance of any doubt,

I'm not a psychopathic
murderer either.

Just pull the door to
when you leave.

Love you.

[door closes]

♪

♪

Els?

♪

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

I can't continue to protect you.

Like you have
for the past 32 years,

you mean?

Protect me from what, exactly?

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

Prison.

And I will happily do that,
I will lie for you,

and I will say that
I was driving that night.

But you have to tell me
the truth.

I've already told you the truth,
a million times.

I don't think so.
Yes, I have.

I was driving, I hit something,
I don't know what,

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

That's it.No...

Yes!Because you actually went back
that night.

I what?

I think you
actually found her,

and then you hid her, you hid
her, and then you went back

to get her a few nights later.What the fuck
are you talking about?

Come on tell me the truth,
please, Eliot!

It's been 18 years,

I need to hear it now,
I need to hear the truth!

Where was she found?

Oh!

You know where she was found!

[crying]:
No, I don't, I've been using

since you first called me.

Where was she found?

Tell me, where was she found?!

She was buried in London.

[exhales]

[weeping]

What?

[weeping continues]

What?

[weeping]

♪

[barking]

[barking continues]

[barking continues]

[distant phone ringing]

[knocks]

Boss?Yeah.

So just got off the phone
to Eastleigh nick,

which is the nearest one
to Middenham.

So they've identified our "G"

as local drug dealer
nicknamed Gandalf,

real name Nigel Farndell.

He's got a 30-year record of
drugs offenses, so they're gonna

pull him up now
and bring him straight in.Okay, thank you.

James Hollis is downstairs,

with his son.

[drops pen]

[distant phone ringing]

[ringing continues, door closes]

[footsteps approaching,
keys jingling]

For the past 18 years,

I have believed that
my son killed Hayley Reid.

Because he did steal my car,
he was drunk,

and when he got back home
at 2:00 in the morning,

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

he told me that he'd
hit something.

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

but couldn't find anything.

And although his gut instinct
told him

that it was just an animal...

he was also very scared
that it might be a person.

Which fear grew,
when the next day,

news that Hayley Reid
was missing

started to filter through.

And the fact they couldn't find
her also fitted

because the road he was on

was next to the river,

which had burst its banks
following the heavy rain.

Meaning we had to consider

the awful possibility

that she had been knocked
into the water,

washed down the river,
and out to sea.

And for 18 years,
he and I have hidden that

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

And then she was found

and the nightmare
should have been over, except...

[inhaling]

...instead of finally
believing that he was innocent,

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

but he'd actually found her,

and hidden her

to drive back down
a few days later,

retrieve the body,
and bury it in London.

Which...

might seem a terrible thing
to believe about your son,

but...
[inhales]

18 years of this...
toxic secret between us

and seeing the consequences
of that in everything

my son has become

has made my judgment bad.

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

Because when I finally found him
just a few hours ago

and talked to him properly
for the first time

since Hayley had been found,

he reminded me

that we drove back early
on the 2nd

to put him on a flight
to Switzerland,

for a school skiing trip.

He was away for ten days,
there'll be school records.

Could have driven back down
there once he got back.

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

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

But, listen,
we're not hiding any more,

he's here to answer
your questions.

So ask him.

But...

I think he did just hit a deer
that night.

And by me enabling him

to not face up
to his responsibilities...

I've messed up his whole life...

[sniffles]

...for absolutely no reason
at all.

♪

CHRIS:
So I'm gonna

stay in the van tonight

because I want you to have
the time you need,

you know, to absorb everything.

And when might the police know,
do you think?

That you're not a suspect
any more?

I don't know.

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

you know, it wasn't me.

Not Hayley Reid,
not the credit card stuff,

not anything.

And sometimes, we have to--
you must know this--

we have to accept that...

that life can be
just random and, and cruel

before being,

in the blink of an eye,

just as randomly wonderful.

♪

[cries]

♪

[door closes]

♪

[car door unlocks]

Eliot?

You want to fuck off, Dad?

♪

He's right, I'm afraid.

Within five days
of her disappearance,

Middenham was crawling
with police.

There were search parties,

choppers with cameras,
road blocks.

If she was murdered
in Middenham,

then it was always my belief

that she had to have
been moved

within a day or so.

[knocking]

Sorry.

They're looking
at their records now,

but the teacher
I just spoke to

remembers
the skiing trip well,

and remembers Eliot
being on it

because he was such a pain
in the ass.

[sighs]

Right.

And Nigel Farndell's here.

CASSIE:
Thanks.

Did you talk to the son?

Uh, briefly.

And?

My sense was
he is telling the truth.

So for now
we're letting them both go.

[sighs]

I better speak

to this Farndell bloke.

Yeah, I better push off.

No, thank you for coming in.

No worries.

Uh... look, I'm probably
gonna head back down

to Hampshire tomorrow,
so...

Right.

But, um... can I,
can I call you?

[door closes]

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

I've just got so much...
crap on right now

that I need to sort out and...

I'm not sure starting...

Wouldn't be fair on you.

Sorry.

I'll call you, then.

[distant phone ringing,
office chatter]

[drops pen]

[papers rustling]

[birds chirping, rain pattering]

♪

I mean, we all lived together
for ten...

11 years, Mum.

We never saw him
do anything like...

You know, and the photos,

were they even you?

Or was it makeup or, I dunno,

help me out here
'cause I'm struggling.

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

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

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

it was stupid,
but it was the first time

in nearly 30 years I felt like
I had the upper hand.

And I got a little giddy.

Although...

for what it's worth,

he never did pay the settlement.

These are the letters
from my lawyer to his.

I instructed mine
to stop fighting in 2005,

after your father

put his hands around my neck

at our old house
and threatened to kill me.

Of course you and Claire
never saw stuff,

I did everything I could
to keep it from you both.

As did he,

for different reasons,
obviously.

But that takes its toll,
sweetheart, living that lie.

To keep smiling
as you told me about

all your fun times with him,

the lovely holidays with him...

when I knew

what he really was.

It took its toll on me,

and in turn my problems
served his deception well.

The photos were genuine,
my love.

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

some subconscious part,

has always known
that something was wrong.

And it gives me
no pleasure at all

to tell you that you were right.

♪

Yes, she came to my house
that night.

SUNNY:
And that was to buy?

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

You, you didn't think
to mention this to the police

at the time?

[soft chuckle]

I had a house full of gear.

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

But, yeah, I'm sorry.

I should have.

Do you remember
what time she arrived?

It would have been about...
11:20.

[pen scribbling]

How do you remember
so specifically?

'Cause we chatted a bit,
maybe ten minutes,

and then we left together.

And I went to a party
in Hancross,

which is about
half an hour away,

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

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

She said straight to her party.

Can you...

show me where
you were living in 1999?

♪

So, if what he's saying
is true,

then to get from the Farndells'
to the party house,

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

or where Eliot Hollis
was spotted driving the car.

CASSIE:
Which would seem to suggest
James Hollis

is telling the truth.

As was Peter Carr.

Yeah.

As she walked
from here to here,

if she encountered anyone,

the more likely would be
Chris Lowe or Tim Finch.

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

who have detailed records

of the credit card investigation
into Lowe.

Which, they themselves

now admit,

with hindsight, was flawed.

So he didn't just hire
good lawyers?

On balance they think not,
they think he should

never have been charged.[exhales]

[sighs]
That doesn't mean

we eliminate him as a suspect,
of course, but for now

I think we should concentrate
our fire elsewhere.

And some...
slightly better news here.

So yesterday we got in touch
with DVLA to see

if any of our four main suspects

had any endorsements

for the days after New Year.

And my thinking was you have
a dead body in your boot,

you might be driving
a little faster than normal.

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

going back 35 years.

There's four
speeding offenses on there,

which is kind of normal,

except for the date
of the second one.

♪

Shit...

The third of January 2000.

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

Do you know where he got it?

Not yet, but they're gonna
get back to us.

But that... is a tickle,

that's definitely a tickle.

♪

[phone ringing]

D.I. Khan.

Yes!

Yeah, yes, I have, yeah.

Oh, that is so helpful,
thank you so much.

[hangs up phone]

The ticket was issued

at 6:20 a.m.
on the A405.Which is where?

Six miles outside of Middenham.

Was he heading to or from?

From.

[birds chirping]

[knock at door]

Timothy Finch,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder

of Hayley Reid.

You do not
have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention

something now which
you later rely on in court.

As you've been arrested,

we have authority to search
your premises

under section 32

of the Police and Criminal
Evidence Act.

[papers rustling]

Would you like to get dressed,
please?

♪

[police radio chatter]

♪

[car doors close]

♪

♪

Why were you on the road
out of Middenham,

heading to London,

at 6:20 a.m.

the day after
you'd returned to London?

Well, I'd left my laptop
in the house

and drove back down
to pick it up.

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

for morning surgery.

And you'd arranged this
with the lettings agency?

Yes.

They've made no mention of that.

Well, what do you
want me to say?

I-I arranged it.

Who did you speak to?

I don't remember,
it's nearly 20 years ago.

Um... a bloke, I think.

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

at 6:00 a.m.?

No, he'd left a key
under a flower pot.

Apparently the house
was vacant that week

and he said to just
let myself in.

So why were you speeding?

Well, it had taken longer than
I thought to get down there,

I was running late.[knock at door]

For the purposes
of the interview, DC Collier

has entered the room.

Sorry to interrupt, ma'am,

can I have a quick word?Sure.

Excuse me.

Interview suspended

at 8:31.

[buzzing]

[door closes]

In his cellar,
behind a thousand boxes of junk,

we found one of those

old, like, money box
type things.

And when we got it open,
we found these.

A necklace, with hair
still attached to the clasp.

A scrunchy.

And a pair of knickers.