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'Mummy.'

ALARM

Andrew.

Andrew!

You said he'd be fine!

You stood there
and you told me he'd be fine!

Was your son baptised, Mrs Geiger?

Then I'll say a prayer for him.
Get away from us.

Someone's had a hard day, then.

But...

someone's going to go dancing!

Eh?

She's brilliant. Exceptional.

Youngest Super they ever
had in Counterterrorism.

Wow.

Third youngest in the whole
of the Met. Right?

Well, it sounds like we'll be lucky
to have her. She'll be an asset
to your unit, unquestionably.

Unquestionably? Well, in that
case, thanks for sending her my way.
Pleasure.

I just have one question, if I may.
As you're imposing her on me,
why are you bothering to sell her?

I mean, it's just stupid, isn't it?
It's a waste of everyone's time.

Unless, of course,

you have a guilty conscience.

Er, about what? About what's in the
box. The damaged goods. The reason
Terrorism want to see the back

of such a brilliant,
exceptional officer.

An incident precipitated her
leaving Counterterrorism but

the Official Secrets Act
prevents me from telling you why.

Is she seeing a shrink? Excuse me?
How often? Weekly? Monthly?
Does she have a say in the matter?

Yes, she is. No, she doesn't have a
say in the matter. Thank you,
Deputy Chief Commissioner Smith.

What was it? Drugs? Alcohol? Shot
the wrong-looking Arab guy? Peter,
let's just cut the crap, shall we?

We've left you alone at the Cold
Case Unit. Let you have your head.
Do your thing. And, Christ,

you've got results.
But we're in a bit of a bind here.

The Mother Ship's calling.
We just don't know what
to do with Sarah Cavendish.

She's too young to kick upstairs
and she's too high-ranking to bury
in traffic.

So you want to put her in a cupboard
for a while? We want you to put
Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Then I need to know
what wall she fell off.

It was a high one.

And that's all I can tell you.

Stupid bloody bastards!

Shit!

Shit!

Press up and down, it'll never come.

We'll be stuck here forever. Forever?

Forever.
Thank God you came along then.

You're not?

You wouldn't happen to be...?

Want to get a coffee or something?
I'm fine, thanks.

Unless you want to.
No, I'm all right.

I guess, um...

I guess you normally have a say.

Normally.

Normally I have THE say.

Sorry.

What about you?

Did you have a say?

No.

Bangladeshi mate of mine from
uni had an arranged marriage.

She and her guy had this motto,
"I pretend I picked you,
you pretend you picked me, the end."

Should we appropriate it? Can't
hurt. What happened to your mate?
Knew you were going to ask that.

Divorced, right? She lives with
a tattoo artist on Bondi Beach.

Excuse me.

Spence?

Hi. Hi. This is Detective
Superintendent Sarah Cavendish.

Dr Eve Lockhart, Detective Inspector
Spencer Jordan. Hi. How are you
doing? All right.

Hello. Pleased to meet you. Hi.

Who found it? Council
foresters clearing the woods.

So why has this come to you?

Donald Rees was an investment banker
who went missing three years ago.

Detective Superintendent? What's
she doing here? Don't know. So
it's a missing persons case? No, no.

It came to us after two years.
There's evidence of what appears to
be blood on the driver's seat. Yeah.

Well, there's no body, so
it's possible he just crawled out
and then... succumbed to

his injuries or... I've got sniffer
dogs and a search team on their way.
So was it a fall, jump or a push?

Well, Rees's daughter died a
few months before he disappeared.

The original investigation
didn't rule out suicide. Right. No,
suicide doesn't seem right.

Why not? Well, because investment
banking is all about risk management.

A drop like that, you're more likely
to end up in a wheelchair than a
coffin. It's a good point, Spence.

There's some damage to
the bumper on your side.

What? So you think he might've
been pushed off?

Possibly. So where is the man now?

I don't know what's
happened to Donald, so...

I don't know who I'm appealing to.

All I know is that earlier this year
I lost my daughter Nicola to cancer,
and now I've lost my husband. So,

if anyone out there knows
where Donald is,

or what happened to him
on the 10th of November,
please, please get in contact.

Well, the postscript to all this
is that Julie Rees herself, er,

now has terminal cancer.
That's one unlucky family.

Detective Superintendent
Sarah Cavendish.

She's going to be with us for
a while, so I'd appreciate it
if you'd make her feel welcome.

So, Schultz Neumann.
German bank that employed Rees.

One of the first casualties
of the 2007 meltdown.

So he loses his daughter and
he walks away from his job.

Motive to fake his own death
and leave it all behind but...
Why go to all that trouble?

Why not just divorce, get a new job
and go and grieve in Mauritius?

Which he didn't. His passport was
found locked in a desk drawer. Yeah,
he could've faked a new one, so...

True. So what are we dealing with
here, Eve? Disappearance or death?

Well, SOCOs searched and no body was
found... Right. The DNA? But DNA
confirms

that the blood on the driver's seat
was Rees's.

Right, so what are the options?
The options are that he was
driving the car himself,

he crashed into the ravine,
he sustained minor
injuries and got up and walked away.

Or, he was killed elsewhere
and whoever killed him
pushed his car into the ravine.

So, whatever the circumstances,
the disappearance of

Donald Rees is suspicious
and could, in fact, be murder.

Hi. Hello, Julie. Peter Boyd.

Hello. We spoke on the phone. Hello.

This is my daughter,
Miranda, and my son, Toby.

I couldn't organise
childcare for Toby

but I'd rather he didn't have
to hear... No, of course.

Spence, could you give
Toby the tour, please?

OK? Thanks, Spence. Please.

If he's alive,

I want him to know that I'm dying.

That Miranda and Toby are
in urgent need of a father.

And, if he's dead, well,
at least we can stop hoping.

A month before he disappeared,
Donald quit his job at the bank.

He hated it. He had to make a lot of
redundancies. It really got to him.

Yeah, but if he'd given a month's
notice, he'd have received a huge
severance package.

Yeah, that's right.
Well, my point is, why the urgency?

I mean, was he forced out?
Was he in trouble?

You could never force Donald to
do anything he didn't want to do.

But the people he made redundant must
have been pretty angry. I think it
was a delayed reaction to Nicola.

He'd never faced up to her
condition. He avoided the hospital,
then he avoided the hospice.

He just couldn't accept that
she wasn't going to get better.

And here we have the Think Tank.

What's going to happen to Dad's car?

Only, Mum can't drive.

Why is that? Because of the cancer.

We're going to hold onto it for now.

Dad hated waste.

When you've finished with it, you
should give it to another family.

The initial enquiry learned that
Donald withdrew £100,000 cash

from Coutts Bank on The Strand
the same week he quit his job.

And your
original statement holds true?

You've no idea what the money was for
or what became of it? Some people
said it meant that he'd run away.

And a big part of me still
wants to believe they're right.

So, after Donald resigned on October
5th, he was at home with you and
the children until he disappeared?

Yes.

Can you describe his mood for me
at that time? Was he happy? Sad?

Distant?

Actually,
he was a complete pain in the arse.

Fussed over us the whole time.

Acted as if we'd never had
to get along without him.

Is this where you interrogate
people?

We prefer the term "interview".

Reader's Digest?

I collect them. I pick them
up in doctors' waiting rooms.

Right. You can have that one.
I've got a spare.

There's an article about whether or
not torture is an effective way of
getting people to tell the truth.

I'll read and learn. Thanks.

So, what was he normally like,
as a person?

Serious. Methodical.

Devoted. Generous. Brilliant.

But cautious. He used to say
I was his one rash decision,

the king of control freaks
on one roll of the dice.

And was staying at
his flat in London from Monday to
Friday a function of this control?

I mean, the family home in
Surrey is hardly a big commute.
Donald was a very private person.

And loving him meant

you had to accept you were
never going to have all of him.

Do you think my dad's dead?

I don't know. That's what we're
trying to find out.

What is it?

What is it, Toby?

I saw them.

Who?

The old couple.
They followed me and Miranda to
school. She thinks they took Dad.

I'll get you some tissues.
Stay there.

Give him to me. I'll get him off.

'Earlier today, council
foresters clearing the woods

'came across a wrecked vehicle
belonging to missing banker
Donald Rees.

'The car was found
buried down a ravine.

'However,
Rees's body was not found inside.

'The police are now searching
the area for his body
and evidence that will help them

'in their investigation
into what happened and how Rees's
car might have come off the road.

'Donald Rees was first reported
missing three years ago
by his wife.'

You don't even have a body.

Well, we found blood in the car.
It wasn't a shaving cut.

No. But is it enough to reopen a case
and spend money, and raise hopes?

Are you asking me if it is,
or saying that it's not?

It's my first day.

I'm watching and learning.

What a good answer.

You're taking the case
because Mum's got cancer.

Basically.

My babysitting duties weren't
a complete waste of time. Good.

Toby claimed that he was standing
in the school playground and
he noticed an old couple

dressed in old fashioned funeral
blacks watching him intently.

He thought it was weird, but much
weirder, when he learned

that his sister and mother had also
seen the couple, the same day.

Miranda, when she was playing
hockey at her school in Richmond,
saw them on the sidelines.

And Julie saw them on
the driveway of the house.

When was this? This was the start
of Rees's final week at the bank,
Monday the 1st of October, 2007.

And the '07 enquiry never
traced this couple? No.

They suspected they were Schultz
Neumann shareholders who got burned.
So why did they single out Rees?

Well, his £4 million bonus that year
got his picture in the paper.

The fact that he gave half of it
to Unicef didn't make the article.
If these are angry shareholders,

I mean, approaching the kids
in funeral garb
seems a bit extreme, doesn't it?

It's ridiculous. Well, I don't know.
Look at Fathers For Justice.

I mean, there's nothing like
a bit of desperation to
inspire fancy dress and trespassing.

But bother with the kids?
Why not go to him directly? Well,
maybe they did. Did they?

We don't know, but you'd expect him
to call the police, considering his
wealth and the approach to the kids.

Yeah, by these two, yeah you would.
Why didn't he?

Maybe the old timers
had something on him.

'I think it was a delayed reaction
to Nicola.

'He never faced up to her condition.

'He avoided the hospital,
then he avoided the hospice.

'He just couldn't accept that she
wasn't going to get better.'

'Why can't we tell Mum we're here?

'Because then Mum would want in on
the act, and Miranda, and Toby.

'And?

'And Dad wants you all to himself
for once.

'You're greedy.

'Greedy fat pig,
when it comes to you.

'You're crying. I'm not crying.

'My eyes are watering,
turn that off.

'You're thinking about when I'm
not here anymore, aren't you?

'Yep. That's silly, stop it.

'Stopped.

'Promise and hope to die? Yes. No.

'Look, Dad's got
the rest of the day off.

'What do you want to do, more than
anything in the whole world,

'anything Dad can make happen?

'I want to go to the zoo.

'Right, done. What else?

'I want to never see any more
doctors ever again.'

Closer examination of the damaged
bumper on Rees's car revealed

paint flecks of a different colour,
a foreign shade, a grey as opposed
to the silver of Rees's car.

I analysed both of these using X-ray
diffraction and was able to identify

the different polymeric
forms of paint additive.

Both paint samples contained

a chlorinated anti-rusting agent
only produced in Germany.

So German rust paint,
German cars, German bank.

Yeah, where Rees was responsible for
firing big shots with big egos.

And we all know there's
no honour amongst thieves.

Binder types, pigments and other
spectroscopic information

tell us that the paint fragments
come from the complimentary BMW

that you drove while working
at Schultz Neumann.

The smashed front light,
helpfully documented
by the bank's insurers,

is just a cherry
on top of the icing on the cake.

Well, seven years
I worked for Schultz Neumann.

Seven years. Rees tells me I'm
out like he's telling me what
sandwich he had for lunch.

And the next thing, security are
getting me to clear my desk in
front of everyone,

like I'd done wrong, like I'd never
made that bank millions.

You know we all hoped losing your
little girl might thaw you out a
bit, inspire a little empathy.

That was a vain hope wasn't it,
Iceman? Did you even shed a tear
at her funeral?

I feel for your wife. I really do.

You know, if he'd just said goodbye,
if he'd just looked up
from his bloody Blackberry.

Maybe he was ashamed, did you ever
consider that? To feel shame,
you need a conscience, a heart.

So, what, you just decided to
teach him some humility? It was the
car that really got to me.

Asking for it back, it just seemed
petty. Oh, you think the bank
should have just thrown it in? Yeah.

So you blame Rees? For everything?

I was sat in the pub one afternoon

and I got a really stupid idea.

See, I knew he'd be working late.
He always did, but it was a Friday

and I thought he'd be
heading home to Surrey.

So what was your stupid idea, Rick?
Can you spell it out for us?

I was going to put the frighteners
on him on a country lane. Make him
sweat a little bit? Yeah.

And I did that all right. Because it
turns out Clark Kent wasn't going
home to the wife and kids.

Yeah. Bit of a hippie chick.

Not too young, either.

She was probably an antidote
for all those intimidating
city birds in trouser suits.

I hit him harder than I meant,
but I didn't care any more.
Weren't my car. Hey!

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?! What
did you do with the pictures, Rick?
I mailed them to Rees's wife.

Interesting house.

Ah. I'm Detective Superintendent
Boyd and we're here to see Julie.

Sue Myers, Julie's mum. Come in.
Right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I see you, Tobe.
Finish your homework,
you can help Granddad in the garden.

Do you live here all the
time with your daughter? Christ, no!
Too grand for us.

And we've got four hungry dogs
at home.

She's in here.

Do you mean these photos?

Yes.
I think we do mean these photos.

What about them?

Well, in the original investigation
of your husband's disappearance,
these were never referred to.

That's cos they
didn't know about them.

Why didn't they know about them?
Because it didn't strike me as
relevant. No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry,

Julie, that just isn't good enough.

Because it was humiliating and
painful and weird. Is that better?
No, it's not. Sorry, it's not.

These photographs are motive
for murder.

Sorry. Sorry. That's all right.

Bad day.

So that woman

lost a son to cancer.

Did I find it hurtful
that he unburdened himself to
a complete stranger? Yes.

Was I surprised? No.

But did I think for
one moment that he

ever was unfaithful to me? Never.

This woman, Denise was her name, she
had these theories about the secret
plots

to hide the dangers of
X-rays and radiation.

Crazy stuff, but Donald only saw
her once or twice and then he
knew it wasn't going to help.

Do you have any idea where this
woman, Denise, might be, now?

No, sorry. Oh, no, she did have an
organisation, a website, called The
Big Lie, or something. The Big Lie?

Thank you. But, do you think that
this woman could have hurt Donald?
I don't know. I've no idea.

I just think it's bloody weird you
didn't tell us about her before now.
Excuse me.

He has no right
to speak to me like that.

Well, it's just,

he's very committed to finding out
what happened to your husband.

Yes, but he's no idea
what I'm going through.

What I'm living through.

I'm sorry.

Grace.

Yes?

Would it be OK if I just
spoke to you from now on?

Just you.

Yeah.

Denise Metcalfe's
The Big Lie website

was shut down 18 months ago
by the parent server.

She used the site
to make false allegations

against various prominent
scientists and doctors.

That's interesting.

It gets better.

Last year she was sectioned for
three months for verbally

and physically abusing staff
of a private radiology clinic.

Last time I saw a gaff like this
was a crack den in Camberwell.

What you get up to in your spare
time is your business, Spence!

Hey!

A push and a shove and we're
in round the back, Spence. OK.

"We're in"? Yeah.
We haven't got a warrant.

But Denise has documented
mental health problems.

There could be an emergency.
What could?

The, the, the, the...

The screaming and the...
crying that I can hear.

Come on, please.

Work with me, will you?

You all right? Yeah, fine.

Radiation vests. Think we need them?

Hope not. There's only two.

What is all this?

I don't think these
are holiday snaps. Gee.

God.

The Big Lie.

"Diagnostic X rays of
the leading man-made source
of radiation exposure,

"officially accounting for 14% of
all radiation exposures worldwide,

"but the real figure
is much... higher."

Guys!

Is it Rees?

Get away from my son!

Leave him alone! You've no right.

It's Denise, yeah?

We're police officers.

We just want to make sure
that everything is OK.

You're not taking him.

I'm afraid you're
absolutely correct.

We've no rights, none whatsoever.
We busted in here without a warrant.

In fact, if you wanted to ruin
all our careers, you probably

could and, on top of that, you're
the one with the gun. Who are you?

Who am I? Denise, I'm not the
one with the body in the freezer!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

What did you think you were doing?

Did you panic? She had a gun.

I resolved the situation safely.

You were in a state the minute
you walked into that house.

My door is always open.

Official Secrets Act
not withstanding.

Armed police, don't move!

Mrs Metcalfe,
we know that you disinterred

your son, Josh
and brought him home.

And we know that, as a biology
teacher, you have the knowledge

and the tools to interrogate Josh's
death, to hold death accountable.

To hold the people
responsible accountable.

For giving him cancer?

For lying about the level of
radiation my son was exposed to

working at the hospital.

Ah.

The Big Lie.

Donald Rees was interested
in your research, wasn't he?

In the possibility
that too much radiology

had given his daughter cancer.

And did you tell him that
he was right to be worried?

That even very low doses of
radiation at an early age can cause

cellular injury, and that girls
have almost double the risk

of developing lifetime
cancer as boys? Yes.

Yes, I did tell him.

Donald was a good man.

But he just wasn't
ready for the truth.

That the apparatus of the medical
profession was responsible

for his daughter's death just as
surely as it was for my son's.

How do you know he wasn't ready?

We fell out.

So that's what this
has all been about?

Money? You exploited my grief.

You contacted me. What was I
thinking? What the hell?

What the hell was I thinking?

I mean, look at this stuff.
This is junk.

This is madness.

This is Elvis on the bloody moon.

I'm sorry, I mean, you're a
nice person and everything but...

my daughter was not irradiated
by a conspiracy of doctors.

I'm sorry, but your son died of
a common or garden brain tumour.

There's no hidden truth.

The only big lie

is that there's any
more to it than that.

Now, I'm sorry.

I thought I'd never hear from
him again but a week later.

Is this your idea of a joke, Denise?

Sending that couple to ask for
money, then sending them after
my wife and children?

I don't know what you're talking
about. The funeral attire's a very
nice touch. Very creepy.

Now my son can't sleep at night!

Donald, listen.
I didn't send anyone to speak to you.

If you do find Donald,

tell him I didn't want his money.

And I didn't send those people.

I just wanted to help him.

So they did approach Rees directly?
Yeah, and he keeps it to himself

because he doesn't want
his family to be any more freaked
out than they already are...

Right, I've isolated the calls
from Donald Rees to Denise Metcalfe.

9.07am, Tuesday
October the 2nd 2007.

And that was the day after the couple
appeared to Julie and the kids.

Yeah. I've also double checked
the dates of Miranda's hockey
match just to be sure.

So it was about applying
psychological pressure.

Attrition with a
little dash of theatre.

We know who your children
are, where they are.

Yeah, but it worked, didn't it?

Because three days later,
Donald Rees goes to the bank
and takes out £100,000 in cash.

And, according to Denise's
account, they went after the kids
after Rees turned them away.

Right, now these funeral outfits,
Grace, I mean they're clearly

designed to freak the living crap
out of the Rees family, aren't they?

Harbingers. Harbingers?

Well, there are various fundamental
primal things that induce fear.

Jung called them
universal archetypes.

- Like spiders?
- Yeah.

Like spiders.

And funeral blacks are comparable
because they provoke a set of
predictable fear responses.

You know, like children's
terror of being buried alive.

But we're not saying Rees
was creeped out into
coughing up a hundred grand?

No. They must have had something
specific and personal on Rees.

We'll check the bank's CCTV.
Three years on? You'll be lucky.

Well, since 9/11, most insurers
won't let bigger clients

scrub tapes for five years.

So you're OK with Boyd getting you
to break into private residences?

It's not like it's routine.

You can say that again.

He's close to retirement, you're not.

You should think about your future
and if that means saying no to him,

say no to him.
I say no to him all the time, OK?

Is that why you scurried
back from National Crime Squad

at the first request?

Boyd and me,

it's a lot of history, it's...

Complicated?

Yeah. Exactly.

But I guess you know a bit about
"complicated" yourself, hmm?

That's why you're down here with us.

In the dungeon.

Working for another DSI

when you should be
fronting up your own thing.

That's some gift for listing
information you've got there, Spence.

Here they are.

Grace was right.
They confronted Rees before
they approached the kids.

Looks like he gave them short shrift
but they handed him a piece of paper

which he put inside
his coat pocket.

'The number you have
dialled is unavailable.

'The number you have
dialled is unavailable.'

I don't understand.
Why didn't Donald tell us?

He knew how scared we were.

Probably for that very reason.

Are you close to
finding out who they are?

Yeah, we are.
We are a bit closer, thank you.

But are you absolutely
certain that you can't help

us at all in that area?

If I could, do you really
think I'd keep it from you?

I knew that Dad had seen them too.
I knew it.

He was waiting for them.
Miranda. Watching for them.

Deja vu.

One little difference.

This time he went off with them.

Friday the 5th of October.

Same day Rees quit his job.

And approximately an hour
after he withdrew the £100,000.

In that last month,
when he was home with us,

it was like he had to be near us.

Like he was storing up
all these memories and feelings.

Drinking us in before...

Before?

Before they carried him off.
That's nonsense. They were spirits.

She has an overactive imagination.

OK, Mum.

Where the hell is he?

People turn up. After long periods.

Don't they? I mean, tell her.
Tell her. It happens all the time.

Well, it happens, but it's rare.
He died the day that he left us.

That night.
If he was alive I'd have known it.

I've have felt it
even if he was in Australia!

Miranda, please! Stop it. Sorry.

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

You should have
thought of that before.

Excuse me. Sorry. Spence?

He met them a second time.

I've sent a clip to your phone.

It's weird. It's like Rees is going
with them but against his will.

Like they're taking him
to the bloody scaffold. OK.

April 2007.

Nicola Rees here dies of cancer.

So we forward wind six months
to 5th of October 2007.

And her father, Donald Rees, having
met this unidentified couple for the

second time,
hands in his notice at the bank,

Schultz Neumann,

without any warning or explanation,
and takes out £100,000

from his own bank.

And he makes no effort to get another
job, or any other banking job,

for that matter,
for the next five weeks.

Like he just gave up. So, why?

And after five weeks
hanging around the house

he goes for a drive one Saturday
afternoon and is never seen again.

So where does he go
and who does he meet?

Maybe he wanted revenge.
Or at least his money back.

Well, given that this picture was
taken an hour after the withdrawal,

they could be the recipients
of the hundred grand.
OK, so was this a pay off?

We've been over this, yeah?
They had the goods on him.

Oh, what goods? Come on, Spence.

This man, he didn't drink,

he didn't smoke, he didn't
take drugs, he didn't gamble.

I mean this man lived an
extraordinarily modest life

considering his means.

You just go on about
the same thing you know.

Dad's got the rest of the day off.

What do you want to do
more than anything

in the whole world,
anything Dad can make happen?

I want to go to the zoo.

Done, what else?

I want to never see any
more doctors ever again.

The mobile number you found in
Rees's jacket, pay as you go mobile

bought with a credit card by an
Ernst Geiger on Shaftesbury Avenue.

An unusual surname so I ran
it through a few databases,

PNC, VISOR, CRIS. I got a hit.

Two hits.

Ernst and Elsa Geiger.

Reported missing from
their house in Peacehaven,

West Sussex, October 2007.

No reported sightings since.

The major networks will only track
a phone to the nearest cell site.

A more detailed analysis and
breakdown of the data is possible
through third party companies.

And you know a guy who knows a guy?

It's a girl, actually.
So the Geigers' phone went
offline on October the 5th 2007.

The same day as Rees
went off with them.

And the phone was last tracked
to this area of Dagenham marshes.

Now there's not much there except
an old paper mill.

Hi. Hey.

Got a little more background on the
Geigers.

He was a taxi driver
and she was a florist.

Lived in Putney, south west
London until they retired

to Peacehaven in 2002.

Mind yourself.

Kids? Yes.

Son, Andrew. He died aged two.

The investigation into their
disappearance was aware they'd spent

a week in London but focused
their search in Peacehaven

because their car was parked
in the driveway.

Eve?

Boyd! There's something
in this hopper!

Where are you? Just here.

I can't see anything.
There's something in here.

There may be better access
from above. Let's go.

I'll go in. OK.

Watch your head. Yeah.

OK. Must be this way.

Eve! Yeah. Here!

Looks like we've found them.

DNA and dental records will
confirm, but I found Ernst Geiger's

driving licence and
bank card in his jacket pocket.

Any sign of the
hundred thousand cash?

No. But I did find
this in Mrs Geiger's pocket.

It's a £50 note bag
from Coutts Bank.

Where Rees withdrew the money in
fifties.

Maybe we're looking down the wrong
end of the telescope. In what sense?

In the sense of thinking
of Rees as a victim.

Maybe he went AWOL
because he knew one murder

means a life tariff, never mind two.

That's a bit of a leap. Is it?

Well, he's the last person to
see the Geigers alive, he quits
his job that day, then spends

five weeks hiding under his duvet
before vanishing without a trace.

Yeah, and retreat and regression
are documented symptoms of psyches

crumbling under extreme stresses,
like guilt.

Or grief. I mean, grief is an
intense stresser, isn't it, Grace?

Yes, it is, but we do have
Denise Metcalfe's account of his
aggressive and unstable behaviour.

Denise Metcalfe is certifiable.
She's a nutter!

We need to find out what these
Geigers are about,

specifically their relationship
with Rees.

So, is their place in
Peacehaven still intact?

I think so. They had no mortgage
and no surviving relatives.

We need the local police to get
us in and to keep the media out.

Well, I'm going to be stuck here
a while, babe, so don't wait up.

Make sure she looks at her
spellings, she's got a test tomorrow.

All right.

Love you.

Hello?

Get out from behind there now.

I'm going to count to three.

One.

Two.

Three.

No, please.

Arrgh!

Arrgh! Arrgh!

Aargh! Shit!

Ambulance and a fire engine, please.

An officer has been set alight. Yes,
three, Grimfield Lane, Peacehaven.

Donald!

Donald! You can't run forever!
Donald!

It's not Donald Rees.

How do you know? Because he was cute
with his daughter in a home video?

You think you've seen his soul?

WPCAllen's death
wasn't quite in vain.

She interrupted the killer
before the fire took hold.

Help! It's my daughter! I found
this list of names in Rees's papers.

A conspiracy of doctors?

Rees feels bad about
the economic downturn

and he gives them £100,000
of his own money.

It's coercion. You said yourself,

they're leading him
to the bloody scaffold.

How is any of this
going to help find Donald?

They can't find what's wrong
with me. Drives Mum nuts.

How much? 25,000.

Hello, Miranda. I'm not all right.

I'm dying, Mum.

You leave me and you'll burn in hell.

Stop! Hell of a place to die.

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