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If anyone out there knows where
Donald is, please get in contact.

Postscript is that Julie Rees herself
now has terminal cancer.

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.

Kids? Yeah, a son, Andrew.

He died aged two.

Andrew! Ernst and Elsa Geiger.

Reported missing from
their house in West Sussex.

No reported sightings since.

Looks like we've found them.

That's not Donald Rees.
How do you know?

He was cute with his daughter
in a home video,
you think you've seen his soul?

This programme contains
some violent scenes

WPC Allen's death
wasn't quite in vain.

She interrupted the killer
before the fire took hold, so
there's every chance

we'll find out what it was he was
trying so desperately to destroy.

If we haven't already. The Geigers
kept meticulous records of their

small share portfolio, some of which
were invested through Rees's bank.

How small? 25 grand, reduced
to a mere £1,500 by September 2007.

So Rees feels bad about the economic
downturn and he gives them £100,000
of his own money?

It's a coincidence we can't ignore.

This is coercion. They're
leading him to the bloody scaffold!

We have three bodies and
one suspect - one suspect
you won't even entertain.

He hasn't touched any of his
bank accounts in three years.

That we know of. He could have
dozens of offshore accounts.

Well, even if he doesn't, a
hundred grand goes a long way if
you're living under the radar.

Maybe he didn't intend
to kill the Geigers.

The anguished state of mind he was
in, he lost control, with fatal
consequences.

Look at him, Grace. Do you think that
this man is capable of doing this?

If he'd been living in self-imposed
solitude for three long years,
he will have changed.

What, so he's not the man
now that he was then?

What if it isn't
about loss of money?

What if it's about loss of life?

That's why the Geigers
were wearing funeral garb.

You told me, didn't you,
that they had a son?

Andrew, yeah.

He died in St Stephen's Hospital in
'89 of respiratory failure.

No!

Was there any reason, any
reason at all, that the Geigers

would've held Donald Rees responsible
for the death of their son?

Andrew Geiger's postmortem
report might tell us something.

that the murdered WPC was
guarding the house of Ernst

and Elsa Geiger, whose bodies were
found yesterday in East London
after going missing in July 2007.

Now, if that's confirmed,
there must be a strong

possibility the same person is
responsible for all three deaths.

Oh, come on, Una.

You've seen it all
before at the hospital.

Sometimes we hurt the very
people we're trying to help.

And there's nothing
to be done about it.

The vissitudes of life.

Vicissitudes.

The vicissitudes of life.

You stupid, heartless prick!

If you're such a bloody wordsmith,
I suppose you know what "Una"

means in Latin?
It means "one", as in single,

solitary, unloved.

Unloved by everyone except me.

Right, Ernst Geiger.
Cause of death a fractured skull.

There are these bilateral
symmetrical
injuries to his shins,

consistent
with a car bumper strike.

Stop!

There are also these lighter,
gravel-embedded injuries you can see

here to his heels, suggesting
that he was dragged along.

Indicating a single assailant?

Then there's Elsa Geiger.
Two separate points of impact,
the top of the spine and the face.

Some sort of
jagged circular instrument
penetrating the eye socket.

Well, couldn't the spinal injury
be as a result of the facial impact?

If that's a circular invasion
of the eye socket,

couldn't it be an exhaust pipe?
If she's in emotional
trauma because he's been run over...

She's tending to her husband,
sees the car coming, doesn't move.

I'm going to go
back out to the mill.

Ernst Geiger's got this distinctive
pattern on his head that might
be the result of impact,

and I want to find the cause of it.

Grace, I found this list
of names in Rees's papers.

Dates and times.
Looks like a schedule.

Now, I checked out the first five
names, and they're oncologists.

Look at the date.

Seems like Rees went to see
Dr Simon Appleyard the same
week he'd quit his job.

His daughter died of cancer.

Now, my hunch is
they're all oncologists.

What, and they all treated Nicola?

A conspiracy of doctors?

I saw Nicola twice,
three years apart.

The first time, Mrs Rees brought
her in convinced she was
showing early signs of cancer.

I ran a CT scan. All clear.

Then, three years later,
she brings Nicola back in,
and she's riddled with it.

And you'd had no contact
with the Rees family
between those two visits?

No. Well, apart from Mrs Rees
requesting a second scan when the
first one came back negative.

Because she didn't believe Nicola
was healthy. I refused point blank.

To groundlessly expose Nicola to
further radiological treatment
would have been wholly unethical.

But her mother's instincts
were right. She was ill.

No, she became ill.

I've been doing this for
20 years. I didn't miss
any signs in the first scan.

As far as you know.

You can't be sure.

Well, all right, I can't be sure.

Is that what you told Donald Rees
when he came in to talk to you?

Look, Mr Rees wasn't pointing
the finger about his daughter.

He just wanted to clarify
some dates and times.

Do you recognise those names?

Yes, some.

What is this?

Matches Ernst Geiger's wound?

It's the same pattern, yeah.

Right, so we know that the
Geigers were killed here but
not by Donald Rees.

Well, we passed
Schultz Neumann on the way here.

It's 45 minutes from there to here,
and we know from the CCTV that Rees

was back at work within the hour
after he went off with the Geigers.

So, can we account for his
movements for the rest of the day?

Yeah, we can, Eve. To the minute.

All right, so Rees gives the
money to the Geigers.

They come here.

Then someone we don't know kills
them, stuffs them in the... Hopper.

hopper and then goes off
with the cash. I like it.

Hell of a place to die, isn't it?

I don't think, though, that this
would be the Geigers' choice
for a rendezvous, do you?

Maybe none of it was their idea.
I mean, a taxi driver

and a bloody florist without a
parking ticket between them? Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Oi!

Who the hell are you?

You first.

Hello, Miranda.

No-one tells me what's going on,
and now some reporter's calling
my husband a murderer!

Where's Detective
Superintendent Boyd?

Busy trying to find out what
happened to your husband.

Oh. I see. So I'm not even worth
the boss's time. Send the B team.

Last time we spoke, you expressly
said that you didn't want to speak

to Detective Superintendent Boyd
because he'd offended you.

Your company, Ghostship,

took over the security at the mill
after it closed in March 2005.

Not security. Deterrence.

You want four skinheads
and an Alsatian, give

some navy sweater outfit a bell and
get ready to remortgage your house!

What is it, exactly,
that you do, then?

Cold cases.

That's crimes in the past, right?

Right. Well, metal theft's
the crime of the future.

They'll rip the lead off the church
roof, the lightning conductor off

the bloody spire, but it's empty
buildings that are the soft targets.

That's where we come in.
And for "we", we should read "I"?

It's a skeleton staff, but I keep
a dozen properties safe in the
London area and one in Bristol.

So if it's just you,
Glenn, how do you manage
to protect all these buildings?

Stagecraft. Ta-da!

Perception. The power of suggestion.

Make them think somebody's
in when there isn't?

The lights are on but nobody's home?

Bin bags left outside.

Opening and closing the gates.

Car left on a drive.

Lights and music on timers.

Dobermans going spastic
in Dolby stereo!

The illusion of habitation.

Well, I told you, Donald was looking
for someone to blame for Nicola.

Scapegoats. Why blame the
doctors who tried to save her?

Because they failed.

So,
all those doctors treated Nicola?

Well, I don't know. If you say so.

My memory of that time isn't great.

A lot of those names are Germanic.

Was Nicola treated abroad?

We lived in Germany when
Donald started at the bank.

The health service there
is second only to Canada.

So that's a yes?

For the record.
I took her everywhere.

I tried everyone.

She was my daughter. Of course.
I'm sorry, I'm still confused.

I mean, why would Donald wait
six months after Nicola's death
before he spoke to the doctors?

How is any of this
going to help find Donald?

Well, I don't know, but it's
worth trying, isn't it, because
this is Donald's list, his plan?

Miranda!

Miranda, water!

I'll go.

Have you ever, erm, been burnt?

Excuse me?

I said...

have you ever had a burn?

A spot of athlete's foot.

That's about it. Ah, lucky for you.

I got this last night trying

to save a fellow officer's life.

Young mother.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I didn't know her that well.

I feel for her husband,

though, her little girl.

There's something
wrong with Julie Rees.

Above and beyond cancer.

I don't think she's
telling the truth, for one.

She said she saw the Geigers on the
driveway from the kitchen window.

Yeah.

You can't see the driveway from
the kitchen window.

Five minutes.

I don't know these
Geigers, all right?

Sure, but their bodies were left

in a ventilation shaft after your
company, which is essentially you,
took over the security on the site.

I told you, I don't do security.
I'm sorry, yeah, I forgot.

Deterrence, yeah. Forgive me.
OK? But still, it was on your watch.

Christ's cock! Don't show me that!
We call this a deposition site.

The more inaccessible the site,
the more it suggests intimate
knowledge of the location.

You're not serious?

Do you think I'd have rocked up
today, business as usual,
if I'd have done that?

Actually, I do, Glenn, yeah.

Perception, stagecraft,
power of suggestion.

As in you suggest you're
innocent by behaving like you are.

Where were you last night?
At home with the wife.

I mean, she's a nurse.
Take your clothes off.

What? Down to your underpants.

She won't look.

Will you? No. Go on.

Turn around.

A wop bop a lu bop a lop bam boom!

Hi. Hi.

I just wanted to give you this.

But I said you could keep it.

Well,
I wanted to talk to you anyway.

Remember when you saw the
creepy couple in black?

Your mum saw them too, didn't she?

Were you here

when she saw them? Why?

It's just, erm, well,

your mum having so
much on her plate,
maybe she made an innocent mistake

about seeing them on the driveway.

Did they come to the door?

Did she talk to them?

Did she know them? Sorry.

Speak to Mum about it.

Do you get all these in
hospital waiting rooms?

And doctors' surgeries. Hm.

When did you start collecting?

They can't find
what's wrong with me.

It drives Mum nuts.

I ran Glenn Burke's mobile against
the calls made from the Geigers'
pay-as-you-go phone. No match.

No. So I checked out the number he
gave us for his common-law wife,
Una Mason, and the Geigers called

her four times the day
before they disappeared.

The Geigers' son, Andrew,
he died at St Stephen's Hospital.

Una Mason is a staff nurse.

Have you got hold of her yet?
I've left numerous messages.

Do you want to call
the hospital, or shall I?

'Switchboard. How can I help you?'

Could you put me through to
St Stephen's Hospital, please?

'St Stephen's Hospital.'

Oh, hello, yes, could I speak
to Staff Nurse Una Mason?

'One moment.

'I'm sorry, she's just gone off
shift. Can I help?'

You just did. Thank you.

Oh, and we're still waiting for
the coroner's report on Andrew.

Got mine there, too?
Oh, I'm just the advance party.

You're going to join me when
things calm down.

Glenn, you're so blind.

All these years, you still
think you can do without me.

You leave me
and you'll burn in hell.

We both know it.

That is Glenn Burke's company.

Looks like the remains
of Una Mason's number on the back.

The most compelling piece
of evidence I've recovered
from the Geigers so far.

So, Burke goes to the bungalow to
try and find anything that's going
to link him to the Geigers. Doesn't.

And doesn't find this.

And so the fire is Plan B.

But do you have any more evidence to
suggest that Glenn Burke was there?

I thought you didn't find
any burns on him.

Yes, but that doesn't mean
he wasn't there.

But the Geigers' bodies were found at
his workplace. This connects him
to the Geigers' home address, right?

You get Glenn Burke back in here.
I need Una Mason's address.

What are we doing here, Glenn?

Have you got the stuff?

Well, you do it. You're the nurse.

Una?

You do believe me, don't you, baby?

About coming out to join me?

Sure.

You don't sound sure.

You don't look sure.

I'm stressed.

Tired.

Right. It's just I've had this
crazy inkling

that you're finally about to live
up to your Christian principles.

That's why we're here.

St Stephen's Hospital confirmed
that Una Mason has been
working there since 1985.

So she could have been on duty
the night that Andrew Geiger...

Yes... died. OK. We need this
coroner's report now, please.

I'll try Una Mason again.

I've read the coroner's report.

I can't see any
reference to Una Mason.

It doesn't mean that
she wasn't on duty.

No. But there is a
reference to someone else.

The 15-year-old babysitter who rang
999 and went in the ambulance with

Andrew to the hospital was no other
than Julie Myers. Myers? Isn't that?

Julie Rees's maiden name. Correct.

And Julie Rees had sole charge of
Andrew Geiger the night he died.

Mum!

Weren't you going to say goodbye?

We thought you were asleep, love.

Right then. See you Monday.

Monday?

Well, I told you your dad's
going fishing this weekend.

Well, can you come over then?
How? Dad'll have the car.

Well, you could get the train
and a taxi from the station.

I'll pay. Not likely.

You know what trains do to my neck.
You could just stay over then.

Please.
You could borrow some of my clothes.

Well, don't be daft, Julie.

Who's going to walk the dogs?

You'll be all right. You look like
you'll be with us for a while yet.

I'm not all right, Mum.

I'm not all right.

I'm dying, Mum.

And we are trying our best to help.

But we've got to strike a balance.

Well, a balance with what?
I'm your daughter, your only child,
so a balance with what?

Listen to you.
You're so ungrateful sometimes.

No, no. I'm not, I'm not ungrateful.
Please, Mum, stay.

Please, stay with me.
I'm begging you. Please.

Mummy!

Mum!

Let her go, Mum.

She doesn't deserve you.

I believe that Julie may
be a long-term sufferer
of Munchausen by proxy.

Where you harm your kids
to get attention. Correct.

She craves attention from authority
figures - in this instance, you.

Plus, the most common cause of
narcissism is indifferent parenting,
and you've met her mother.

She cares more about her dogs than
about her terminally-ill daughter!

But that's a long way from evidence,
Grace. Just because she was there

the night that Andrew died
doesn't mean that she killed him.

How about "dead daughter" evidence?

Nicola Rees died of cancer.

That's true.
But Dr Appleyard said, when Nicola's

first CT scan came back negative,
Julie insisted on a second scan,
despite the radiation risks.

Maybe she just wanted to be sure. You
can say that again. She paid for
clinics from here to Hamburg.

Your theory is that Julie
systematically exposed

Nicola to multiple CT scans
with the aim of giving her cancer?

Yes, because it's about the
attention a terminally-ill
child confers on the parent.

Grace, you are saying that she killed
her own daughter. Yes.

And this list Donald Rees compiled
suggests that he was onto her.

At least half the specialists Nicola
went to see were on the Continent,

thereby circumventing
the need to notify her GP.

No legit doctor of any nationality
is going to OK a CT scan
without symptoms.

Well, unfortunately, Sarah,
there aren't many you can't fake.

For instance, with Appleyard, Nicola
was presenting with chronic anaemia.
Well, how does Julie fake that?

Well, withdraw blood systematically
until the red blood count
is depleted.

The iron deficiency
mandates that you must search
out the source of the loss.

Example colon cancer. You don't
know that she did any of that!

When your daughter, who trusts
you because you're mum, asks,
why do you need all this blood?

She says it's for life-saving tests.

At what? 15, she smothers Andrew
Geiger and 18 years later
she kills her own daughter.

Explain the gap, Grace.

Una, why don't you
start at the beginning?

Tell us about the
night Andrew Geiger died.

I always remembered her.

That cute little face.

Those shining eyes.

In my heart I knew
something was wrong.

That she'd done
something to the child.

Julie! What happened? I checked
him and he wasn't breathing.

They let me come in the ambulance.

What did they say? Is he going to
be all right? They wouldn't tell me.

They just said it was a
good job I dialled 999.

Oh, bless you, Julie.
Let's go and find him.

This was 1989.

People weren't talking about
Munchausen's, let alone Munchausen's
by proxy, were they?

Oh, no.

Andrew!

Help! It's my daughter!
She's stopped breathing! Help!

Years later she started bringing
her own kids into the hospital.

I didn't recognise her
on the first few visits.

Not until I saw that look again.

I got Nicola on her own once,
and she told me she was getting

radiology treatments from
different doctors every week.

Did you relay this to your
superiors when you realised that
Nicola had contracted cancer?

They said me talking
to Nicola was unethical.

So, instead you shared
your information with Glenn.

Mr Geiger,
nothing can bring back your son.

Julie Rees, nee Myers, is an
attention-seeking psycho

who should never be let
anywhere near kids.

But the silver lining is,
she married well.

Mr Burke, the only reason
he will pay is if he
believes his wife is guilty.

Quite.

Oh, deep down he does.

How much? 25,000.

20 for you, five for me.

You owe it to little Andrew.

With respect,
we'd rather deal with Una.

We know her.

Whatever.

Great.
Now, in my experience, a little bit
of stagecraft goes a long way.

Do either of
you own any black clothes?

25,000. Rees gave them £100,000.

The Geigers never
wanted Rees's money.

If we spend a penny of
it, it compromises us.

What are you on about? We have
to take it all to the police.

We'll reimburse you later, Mr Burke.
I promise.

The police?

Glenn!

Get in the car, Una!

Una! Get in the car!

STOP!

No!

Glenn, no!

Let go!

Get off. Get off!

No!

Do you think
Glenn killed Donald Rees, too?

I've asked him about it a
thousand times and he swears
he had nothing to do with it.

And do you believe him?
I don't know.

I don't think Glenn would
have dumped a brand new BMW.

I think I agree with you.

Hello, Julie.

What have you done with Donald?

Where are you keeping him?

Who are you? Kindred spirit.

Not that I'm in your league.

What? Well, I draw the
line on kids, for one.

Get out.
Get out or I'll call the police.

Donald knew what you were.

It broke his heart, but he
had to hear it, poor bastard.

What do you want from me?

Money.

Jewellery.

Bank transfer.

I'm flexible.

Indiscriminate.
OK. OK, I just need my pills.

I'm on a tight schedule, darlin',
so why don't we start with the safe.

Hi, Sam.

Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait, I need to talk to him.

Hold it. Is he dead?
I'm afraid so. He's gone.

We're ready to take you in now,
Mrs Rees.

No, I should
stay here with my children.
Every day is precious to me now.

But the children can travel with
her in the ambulance, can't they?

No, I'd like to.

They need to be at home.

Thank you.

About attention-seeking, you know,
with this Munchausen by proxy gives
her the opportunity to get into

an ambulance with her children
and with the sirens screaming
and the lights blaring.

What, she refused? Yeah.

OK, what's missing
from this picture?

No wheelchair tracks in the blood.
Right, she was weak, not disabled.

Maybe she doesn't
use it all the time.

I found this scalp razor while I was
processing the crime scene

and the hairs from it were uniformly
short, like stubble.

I knew someone who had chemo.

Her hair fell out in clumps
so she shaved it all off.

But did she pluck her own eyebrows?

What do you mean?

Well, these are eyebrow hairs.

They're distorted, but the anagen
roots are still intact,
suggesting they've been pulled out.

That's why she didn't want
to get in the ambulance.

She's faking the cancer.

Julie was always wearing dressings
and plasters, but she'd never let
you see the injuries underneath.

Her piece de resistance
was her appendix.

She did such a number convincing
the doctors she had appendicitis,

they whipped out a perfectly
healthy organ. Can you believe that?

And then she went and rubbed
dirt in her surgical scar

so that it'd get infected and
she'd have to stay in longer.

From the time she was on my
breast she was like a black hole,
just a hard kid to love.

Felt like if you kept on giving
she'd pull you in and you know...

No. I don't know, Mrs Myers.

Well, me and Brian had a life
before she came
along, do you know what I mean?

And what about Donald?

Did he love her?

Yeah.

Yes, I think he did in his own way.

Bloke deserved a medal.

Kids too. We're going to miss them.

Why?

Where are they going?

Julie's decided that
they're moving to Canada.

Better healthcare, she says.

And Julie being Julie,
it's all got to happen yesterday.

They're leaving next week.

'Hello, you've reached the voicemail
for Brian and Sue. Leave a message
and we'll return your call.'

It's me.
This is the last message I'm leaving.

You know someone tried to kill
me today, so I'd, you know,

really appreciate it if you tried to
call me back, because I'm supposed
to be your bloody daughter!

'You have no messages.'

Jesus Christ!

Toby.

Toby.

Hey. Hey.

Warm lemon and honey.

Help you sleep.

Come on.

Oh, Mum, I WAS asleep.

No, no, Toby, you were screaming.

Is it your head again?

Is it your head?
Is it your head, Toby?

If it is, Mummy needs to know.

I feel fine, Mum. Just tired.

Drink up, Toby.

We're all tired. Mum, especially.

Did you hear him screaming?

Did he wake you up?

I think so.

Yes.

Was it your head?

It was your head, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I think it was.

Here.

Come to bed, Mum.

Come on.

'I don't know what's happened
to Donald. So...

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

'All I know is that this year, I
lost my daughter Nicola to cancer.

'And now I've lost my husband.'

The chronology fits the
Munchausen by proxy pathology.

Julie announced that she'd
been diagnosed with cancer

precisely one week after the search
for Donald had been wound up.

One source of attention replaces
another. Sick daughter, dead
daughter, vanished husband.

And now Toby. I spoke to the
paramedic who attended at the house.

He's taken Toby to A and E on
several occasions suffering

from heart palpitations
and shortness of breath.

Which could be a toxidrome
suggesting he's being poisoned.

He also put me onto a junior doctor
who had a row with Julie

three years ago, because she kept
giving Toby mouth to mouth
while he was having seizures.

And seizures don't
necessitate mouth to mouth.

So was she smothering
him like Andrew Geiger?

Hotel and cash transactions

place Glenn Burke in Bristol
the weekend Rees went missing.

He did mention that he looked
after a couple of premises there.

Maybe Geiger was right.

Maybe Rees only paid up because
he believed his wife was a killer.

This money means she did
kill our son. It's proof.

That's why he quit the bank so
suddenly. That's why he went
home and he stayed home.

Keep your friends close
and your enemies closer.

Donald was keeping watch over
Miranda and Toby, maybe trying
to catch Julie in the act.

And if he did catch her, it's a
possible explanation as to why he
disappeared.

But if he believed his
kids were in mortal danger,

then suicide or flight are
totally out of the question.

I don't think he took that drive
on Saturday night like Julie said.
Why would he leave his kids?

So, was he murdered at the house?

If Julie killed him at home, moving
his body any distance would've been
almost impossible. He was a big man.

So how, then, does his
blood end up on the car seat?

Maybe it was her who dumped the car.

And the blood and
fibres transfer from her?

The fibres were from a black
woollen sweater - so she might

not have even noticed how
much blood she had on her.

Thank you for coming in, Julie.

That's all right.

We just wanted to rule out any
criminal charges against you.

What? He attacked me.

Yes, but obviously we only
have your word for that.

But he's a murderer,
he killed a policewoman.

But if he were here,
he would be entitled to offer his
account to defend his actions.

To defend his actions?

He was in my house.

Why am I talking to you? Why not
Detective Superintendent Boyd?

Ah, well, he's busy.
He's on the phone.

It's an important call.

Actually he's
talking to your mother.

Following up on
something she told us.

What? What did she tell you?

I couldn't discuss that with you.

Grace, please.

You know what I'm going through.

She said you had a habit
of fabricating illness.

No.

She's lying.

Well, she said they showered you
with love and affection,

gave you everything you wanted
and it was never enough.

She said that?

Words to that effect. Is it true?

No.

No.

So the removal of the perfectly
healthy appendix, she was lying
about that, making it up?

She even said you may be
faking the cancer.

What?

Is that why you didn't
go in the ambulance?

You were tempted, weren't you?

But all those checks at admission.

They'd've found you out.

Is this your idea of a sick joke?

Of course, if it is true, it
casts doubt on everything.

Your account of Glenn Burke's death,
your witness statements about
Donald's disappearance, everything.

I want to speak to Detective
Superintendent Boyd.
I've told you, he's busy.

I don't care. I want to speak to him.
Why? Because he's in charge?

Because he'll listen.

It was Daddy's attention
you really craved, wasn't it?

All those trips to A and E, all
those flashing lights and sirens.

Nothing, nothing
could fill the void!

You bitch!

Little Andrew Geiger died in vain.

I want to speak to Detective
Superintendent Boyd now!

I don't want to talk about
your conversation with Dr Foley,

or whether you do have cancer,

or how many hundreds of radiology
treatments you exposed Nicola to,

or discuss the odds of whether Toby

will see Christmas without
going the way of Andrew Geiger.

No.

I want to talk about Donald.

Donald the person, not Donald the
subject of a police investigation.

Is that OK with you?

It's OK.

Good. See, I think meeting Donald
led you to the most important
discovery of your life.

After all these years, it wasn't
attention you craved, but love.

Donald was the only person in the
whole world who ever truly loved you,

made you feel secure, happy.

Worthwhile. Feelings you never
had when you were growing up.

I've met your mother and I
have one observation to make.

What the hell was she thinking
having a child?

But Donald made up for all that.

He healed the wounds.

He was husband, father.

The first years you were married were
the happiest years of your life -
which is why you never hurt Miranda.

But Donald was a brilliant man and
after a few years you
had competition.

Hour by hour, day by day,

the bank stole him away,
turned your prince

into a phantom, a stranger.

And the worst thing was

Donald was complicit.

By then, he'd grown weary of you.

No.

After he got his flat in the City and
you only saw him at weekends,
you'd gone full circle.

You were as lonely as little
Julie Myers ever was, lonelier.

Because you'd tasted happiness,
you'd had union, you'd had love.

And that's when you started
putting things in Nicola's food.

That's when you started running
into A and E and screaming
your lungs out, isn't it?

Help! Help me!

Donald caught you doing something,
something to Toby and you lashed out.
Not that you wanted to hurt him.

You just couldn't bear him to see the
real you - the pitiful, psychotic,

attention-junkie who'd smother
her own son to get her kicks.

That's not the real me.

Please.

Donald had this photograph
on his desk in the flat.

I don't know,
family photographs can be deceptive,

but that seems to me
like the real thing.

I've just got one question left,
Julie.

Did you love Donald?

With all my heart.

Then tell me where he is.

If I find him myself,
it won't mean anything.

I want you to give him to me.

I wish I could help you, I really
do, but I don't know where he is.

Search the house.
The family can wait here.

What have you found? It
wasn't me, it was one of the dogs.

Pieces of lemon in different
stages of decomposition.

Dogs are trained to
sniff out lemon peel?

No, they're not.

But they are trained to find
pharmaceuticals,
crushed or otherwise.

Toby's room's directly above.

So why has he been pouring
away his bedtime drink?

Because deep down, Toby
knows what's good for him.

And you're sure?

OK, thanks, Spence.

So, are we free to go now
and live our lives in peace?

Excuse me.
Could I have a word with you just for
a minute, please, Toby?

No, what are you doing? Where
do you think you're taking him?

I know what I'm doing.

Thanks. Just around here.

Go into that office
there would you, please?

No responsible adult? No lawyer?
I'm not after a confession.

It'll be worthless. Just take a
seat there please, Toby. I just want
to ask you a few things, all right?

So, there's something I want
to ask you.

"They couldn't find
out what's wrong with me.

"Drives my mum nuts."

You said that, didn't you? Yeah.

Do you have any idea what's wrong
with you?

I don't know. But, whatever it is,
your mum'll fix it? Yes.

Do you ever wonder,
just for a second,

if she's not fixing it?

If she's actually the one that's
making you ill in the first place?

Look, if you do, it's OK.

You can trust us.

What's going on? Will you please
tell me what's going on?

Toby.
Mum just wants me to get better.

Then why do you throw the drink she
gives you out of the window?

I want to go home. No, no. Please.

Mrs Rees, please.
Oh, it's Mrs Rees now.

You're all a bunch of
liars and charlatans!

You go in there and get him.
We're going home.

Do you think your mum loves you?

I think she loves you with all her
heart. So if she was to hurt you,
it could only mean one thing, right?

Toby, it can only mean one thing.
That she was the one
that was really ill! Toby!

Will you stop interrogating
my son?

In which case we should all put
our heads together and help her.
Yeah, help your mother get better.

But I've just got one more thing
to say to you, Toby.

If she doesn't get better...

you're going to die.

Tell him what you told me.

No, you promised.
What did he tell you?

She said that... No, shut up!

Please, Toby. He said that they were
arguing about Nicola that night.

Toby said your mum and
dad were arguing about Nicola
the night your dad disappeared?

Miranda, what are you saying?

Look at me. I don't know.

I don't know. I didn't hear, but
Toby's room is above the cellar.

What cellar?

Anything?

No.

Nothing.

Sunk, right?

That's him.

This is for Toby, right?

Ah, Donald.
Don't lie to me!

I know everything, Julie,
right back to Andrew Geiger.

Don't you look at me like that,
Donald!

Don't you look at me like that!

Get up. Get up.

Get up.

Mummy?

Mummy.

Mummy!

Where are you taking her?

Mummy!

Please don't go, please!

Mummy!

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