All language subtitles for A Confession3

Boss, you've got to come
and have a look at this.

That's it. It's got the white thing
on the side. That's got to be it.

The white thing's a taxi decal.
He's a cab driver.

The car is a green Toyota Avensis estate,

registered owner
Christopher John Halliwell.

OK, we've got him.

Where the hell has he gone?
Which way, Tracy?

Straight on. I am sure he's
heading for Barbury Castle.

- How long ago did you lose him?
- About half an hour ago.

That was him.

Yeah, good news.

He's going into the chemist's.

- How many did he buy?
- Four boxes, all paracetamol.

So we have to arrest him. He's suicidal.

Hello, Christopher.

I'm investigating the disappearance
of Sian O'Callaghan.

Are you going to tell me where she is?

OK, I'll ask again, Christopher, are
you going to tell me where Sian is?

Tell me where she is.

Look, if you tell us where she is,
then, whatever else happens,

you will have done the right thing.

I want to go to a police station,
I want to see a solicitor.

You'll get the chance
to speak to a solicitor.

But first of all, here, now,

I'm giving you the opportunity
to tell me where Sian is.

You think I did it?

I know you did it.

Look, you can stand there,
but I'm not going away.

Right.

We go back to the station

and in about one hour's time...

...the fact that you have been
arrested and who you are

will be in the press.

And by the end of this cycle,
you will be vilified, Christopher.

And to begin with, purely by association,

it will also be tough for your family.

This is your last chance...

...to do the right thing...

...and tell me where Sian is.

Have you got a car?

Er, Christopher, this way, this way.

Is that OK? Not too tight?

- Fine.
- Yeah?

Tell Tracy to follow,
then get back in this car.

Why? He just wants to go back
to Swindon and the police station.

Just do it.

- He's asking you to follow at a distance.
- OK.

Right, Eddie...

...Chris is going to give you
some directions.

Now, Chris, just direct Eddie
wherever you want to go.

Er, straight out of the car park.

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Erm, turn left at the next junction.

Can you confirm convoy destination?

They're taking a left,
they're heading away from Swindon.

Oh, my feet are freezing.

Can I have the heaters on, please?

Turn it up, Eddie.

Cigarette, Chris?

- Er, yes, please.
- Yeah.

Here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

X-ray Mike One One,
can you confirm convoy status?

The convoy is heading north-east,
approaching Uffington.

Right at the next junction.

Now, slow down because the road narrows.

Yeah, this is it. She's down
the side somewhere along here.

Slow down.

Yeah. I moved her body
a couple of nights ago.

Her body?

She's dead?

Yeah.

Why did you do that...

...move her body?

Well, you was getting close to her

when you was searching round Ramsbury.

Is she concealed?

She's not concealed, no.

I rolled her down the bank.
A steep drop, it was.

Is she clothed?

Mostly clothed.

Can you remember what she was wearing?

A grey dress.

You see...

...it was dark when I brought her
here, so I don't remember,

like, the exact point I dumped her.

When did you last know that she was here?

Er, Tuesday, when I moved her body.

Tuesday?

Yeah.

Yeah, she's...

...along this stretch somewhere.

OK, Eddie, stop here.

Tracy...

...put a car on either end
of this lane and close it off.

She's somewhere along here,

down the bottom of that verge that
runs along the side of the road.

- Is she dead?
- Yeah.

And he says he dumped her
on Tuesday fucking night

- when we lost him for that hour or so.
- Oh, God.

The strategy worked. He would've
taken us straight to her

- if we hadn't lost him.
- I'm so sorry, boss.

Fuck!

It's all right,
you don't need to apologise.

It wasn't done on purpose.

Get some searchers on this right away.

He says the body's not concealed.

- I was hoping we were going to save her.
- Yeah, it's a shitty day.

Christopher, er,
this was the right thing to do.

Erm, another officer will read you
your rights again

and take you back
to Gable Cross Police Station.

We need to chat, me and you, now.

But not here.

Eddie, take us somewhere quiet.

You will find her.

When we do,
will we find anything disturbing?

Was it just straight sex?

I didn't have sex with her.

How was she killed?

A knife in the back of the head.

Where's the knife now?

Well, anywhere between here
and Marlborough.

Shall we take a walk?

Nobody past you, please, Eddie.

What did you want to talk to me about?

I'm a sick fucker.

Is it too late to get help?

I'm afraid it's gone beyond that.

Do you want another one?

Another one?

Mm.

When?

It would have been 2003, 2004 or 2005.

I can't remember exactly.

- Where?
- Eastleach.

The other side of Lechlade-on-Thames.

Was it similar circumstances?

Pretty much.

Out in the open, like.

Look, I know you're not, erm...

...a psychiatrist,
but what the fuck is wrong with me?

You know, normal people don't go
round killing each other, do they?

Is it just these two? Are there any more?

Isn't that enough?

Who is this girl? This other girl?

She was a prostitute.

I took her from the Manchester Road
area of Swindon.

You know Sian wasn't one?

I do now.

Do you know why you've done
what you've done?

I can't explain it to myself.

You know...

...I don't think I'll get
community service.

Would you be able to take us
back there, to where she is now?

To the exact spot.

- Back to the nick?
- No, we're going to another location.

Chris'll give us directions.

And get Bob Cooper to join us.

Christ, I have women customers

who phone up and ask for me specifically

because they trust me
to get them home safely.

You ask the cab company.
Loads of them ask for me special.

Loads of them!

So what happened
with this other girl, Chris?

I picked her up in the cab.

I had sex with her in the back.

And, erm...

...then I killed her.

How?

I strangled her.

I stripped her body.

I left it over a wall
by the edge of a field.

The next day, I came back
and I dug a five-foot grave.

It took me all night.

And I...

...put her in there.

Did you ever return to the grave?

From time to time, yeah.

Just to check everything was all right.

When was the last time
you went back there?

Er...

About three year ago.

I'm looking for this dip in the wall.

That's how I know where I am.

There's, like, this dip.

And it's just... It's just there.

There. Stop here, Eddie.

Yeah.

Down there.

Will you help me over the wall?

- Is he actually showing us another body?
- I think he is, yeah.

Bob.

...six, seven...

...eight, nine, ten.

She's down there.

OK, I'll ask you again,
are there any more?

No.

Right, we'll take you back
to the station now

and you'll just need to tell
the officers who interview you

everything you've told me
this morning, and then it's done.

I don't want to have
to talk about it again, Steve.

You'll have to.
We need the detail of what happened.

I'll make sure your family
are relocated away from the press.

Two victims, Bob.
The second as yet unidentified.

Re-arrest and caution
and take him back to Gable Cross.

Christopher Halliwell, I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Sian
O'Callaghan...

..and of another unknown person.

Tracy?

Sir, we've found her.
It's definitely Sian.

- Is she clothed?
- Partially.

Leggings and knickers pulled down.

Some of her clothing's been cut away.

Looks like she was killed
with a stab to the back of the head.

How about you? Got another one there?

There's no body yet,
but he's given us an exact location.

We're taking him back to the station
now. Listen, I'd better go. Cheers.

Come on, watch your head.

I'm sorry.

I've just got to take this.

- Mm.
- Right, thank you.

She's got to be thorough, really,
hasn't she? Yeah.

Are you all right, love?

Hi.

- Do they know?
- Yes. Yeah.

- Halliwell?
- No.

Elaine...

I'm so sorry.

I did everything I could.

We have arrested a man for her murder.

His name is Christopher Halliwell.

I don't know if that name
means anything to any of you.

I believe she was killed

shortly after Halliwell
picked her up in his taxi

in the early hours of Saturday morning.

Thanks for finding her.

Thanks.

Here he is!

- Proud of you, Steve.
- Nice one, Steve.

This is to establish, Christopher,

that you are fit enough for detention.

Hm...

Do you know why you are here,
Christopher?

Yeah.

I've killed two people.

Could you give me your arm, please?

Mm?

You did it, mate.

Bloody hell, two of them. What happened?

Er, well, he took us to Uffington,
where he'd dumped Sian's body.

And then he asks for a chat.

And then he suddenly said,
"Do you want another one?"

- Jesus...!
- Mm.

So, when did you caution him,
after he coughed to Sian?

No, I was going to and then
he said about this other one.

What, so you cautioned him then?

How could I?

Well, what about PACE?

Steve, he was going to take me
to a burial ground

that no-one knew about except for him.

What was I supposed to do,
turn round halfway there,

bring him back to the station
so he can see a solicitor?

Look, if we hadn't gone there right then,

this other girl would be lost forever.

Do you know what I mean?

- Do you want a drink or something?
- Uh-uh.

Are you sure?

Aiden...

- I'll tell him.
- No. No, I will.

What's going on?

Is it about Sian?

Come with me, son. Good boy.

- Mum, what's going on?
- Sorry.

I'm so sorry, mate.

You, er...

You've got to try and understand
that Sian

won't be coming home again, all right?

- This bad man has taken her away.
- Is she dead?

Is she dead? Mum? Mum!

But we're all here, all together.
We're gonna stick up for each other,

look after each other, all right?

Yeah?

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good afternoon.

I am Detective Superintendent
Steve Fulcher.

And I can now give you an update
on the search for Sian O'Callaghan,

who has been missing since last Saturday.

So, this morning, a 47-year-old man
from Swindon was arrested

on suspicion of kidnap and two murders.

I was today taken to the locations
of two bodies.

But thus far,
only one has been recovered.

Although we haven't had
formal identification,

we believe this to be the body
of Sian O'Callaghan.

The second girl is Becky.

- Don't be so soft, woman.
- I know, in my heart...

...it's her.

Why hasn't she been home all these years?

She would have contacted me somehow.

Yeah, but people have seen her.

John's family have seen her,
for Christ's sake.

- It can't be her.
- You're wrong.

Mate! Mate!

It's solid clay. There's no way
she's buried down there.

It's impossible.

Duty solicitor,
here to see the prisoner Halliwell.

- There you go, sir.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Christopher, this is Mr Coleman,

who's been assigned as your solicitor.

Take a seat, Mr Halliwell.

Right.

OK, thank you.

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

Erm, I've come in because, erm, I...

Because I think that this other girl
they've found with Sian O'Callaghan,

erm, I think...

...that it's my daughter Becky.

What makes you think that?

I've just got this really, really
strong feeling that I know it's her.

So, if it's any consolation, a lot
of people have had the same feeling.

So far, we've received over 600 calls

from people up and down the country

who've suggested
that it might be their daughter.

600?

Let's start
with your daughter's name, please.

Erm...

Becky. Rebecca Godden.

Date of birth April 4th, 1982.

And when was she reported
as a missing person?

Erm, well,
she hasn't been with the police.

Er, but we registered her
as a missing person

on the Miss You website in 2007

because that's what we were advised
to do at the time.

She has a long history
of going missing, you see.

So, when was the last time you saw her?

Er, me, personally...

...the end of 2002.

But, er, we've heard she's been seen
by someone

from my first husband's family.

Because this is my husband now,
Charlie Edwards.

But her father's side of the family,
the Goddens,

say they saw her
only a couple of years ago.

Er, it was 2009, I think.

Yeah, I think that...

So, you might not be aware yet,
but we have released a statement

narrowing down the year
that the second girl was killed

to somewhere between 2003 and 2005.

Oh...

Oh, I didn't know that.

So, if she's been seen since 2005,
it can't be her, can it?

That's the information that we have.

Oh!

I told you,
you were worried about nothing.

Oh, I'm so...

I'm so sorry to have troubled you. I'm...

I feel stupid now.

Christopher, these are copies of
the handwritten notes made earlier

of your conversations with
Detective Superintendent Fulcher.

I'd like to start by asking if you
could read through them carefully.

And then, if you're happy with them,
sign them

as a record of these conversations.

My client will not be signing anything.

Would you agree, Mr Halliwell,

that these conversations
took place earlier today?

No comment.

And that you took my colleague Mr Fulcher

to the bodies of two of your victims.

No comment.

And that the conversations
you had with Mr Fulcher

amounted to confessions
to the murders of two women.

No comment.

His solicitor says he wants it noted

that his client was denied access
to a legal representative

for four hours after his arrest.

He's confessed to two murders!
He took me to two bodies!

He even coughed to the bloody doctor!

I mean, surely, his only advice
can be to plead guilty early

and then hope for some end date
when he's sentenced?

Surely, that's his only play?

He won't answer or sign anything.

I wasn't playing games,
I was pleading for Sian's life!

What was I supposed to say?

Get back in there, Bob.

Give him some reasons to come across.

Start with the fact that we haven't
found the second body yet.

We're going now.

We'll be back tomorrow.

Shit, Mick.

I'm never going to see her again.

Love...

- Steve?
- Yeah.

The girls wanted to wait up
to congratulate you.

- We're so proud of you.
- Thank you.

It all went OK, didn't it?

Er, well, he took me to two bodies

when I wasn't expecting him
to even take me to one. So...

...yeah, you could say
it all went very well.

But you could also say...

...that it went very, very...

...very fucking badly.

I'll do it.

No, I don't think you should, Kev.
I certainly couldn't.

- It can be very distressing.
- I don't care, I'm going.

OK, that's settled.

- It'll be myself and Kevin.
- No, I think I should go.

No, I will do it.

You don't want to remember her
like that, Mick.

Eddie!

Bring that spade.

What is it?

There's a dip here.

What if he got it wrong?

Bring that digger!

Listen up, everyone.
Er, he's gone, "No comment."

Which is to be expected, I suppose.

I mean,
that's the way it goes these days.

Solicitors turn up, pocket their 300 quid

and then tell their clients
not to say anything.

Oh, well, it's their job.

Everyone's got to make a living, I guess.

It's not like he's randomly said
he's killed them.

How can they ignore the fact
he took you to the bodies?

Yeah, well, you might think that
and I might think that.

And I can't see how any court

could possibly disallow
those two confessions.

But to be on the safe side,
we'd better parallel evidence them.

So, obviously,
we are hoping that his DNA or blood

is going to be on Sian's body

and Sian's DNA
is going to be on those seat covers.

But what if it's not?
We still don't have a second body.

So I'm going to ask the magistrates
for more time.

Erm, Halliwell's oldest daughter.

- She knew Sian, didn't she?
- They had a nodding acquaintance.

Apparently, they used to get
the same bus to college.

Right.

Let's see if we can appeal
to her conscience.

- What have you got in mind?
- Erm...

Let's ask her if she will agree

to a covert recording
of a visit with her dad.

See if she can get him
to repeat his confession to her.

What? We've got nothing to lose.

Post-mortem's revealed
that she was killed

by two knife blows
to the back of the head.

Some bruising to the face

is consistent with being hit
or falling forward on to the dash.

There's no evidence
of any sexual intercourse,

but her underwear had been
pulled down and her bra's missing.

- No, carry on, carry on.
- We're pretty much done.

- Have you got a minute?
- Mm.

Keir and I just wanted to add our
congratulations to everybody else's.

Oh, thank you.

Well done. Steve. Excellent work.

Thanks, Kier.

Yeah, I did hear the confessions
weren't PACE compliant.

No. In my opinion, they were.

Under Section 11,
urgent interview provision.

Well, I'm sure it'll all come out
in the wash.

- Once again, many congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Steve...
- Sir.

Shouldn't it be Mick, rather than Pete?

Leave it, Jackie.

It's just that neither Pete nor Kev
are related by blood.

Don't start a fuss, please,
you know what Pete's like.

He just wants to help.

Are you all right?

OK?

Er...

Yeah, it's her.

No doubt.

There's some paperwork.

Of course.

Can I hold her hand, please?

They'll need a few moments
to prepare her.

I'll give you some time on your own, Kev.

If you'd like to wait,
it's the first door on the right.

I was hoping they'd made a mistake.

Right up until the last moment,

I was hoping, somehow,
they'd got the wrong person.

I'm sorry.

- We're ready for you now.
- I'll wait outside.

Guys...!

We've found her.

This is gaffer tape.

Consistent with having being used
as a gag.

No head present.

- Which suggests two explanations.
- Uh-huh.

Firstly, that the head was removed

before the body
was placed into the ground.

Or secondly, it was removed
by some sort of scavenging animal,

who dug it up and took it away at
some point after she was buried.

- And which way are you leaning?
- I can't say definitively.

These marks here...

...they could have being caused by
a knife as the head was hacked off.

Or they could have been caused
by the teeth of a predator.

- There's no hands or feet, either.
- The same problem.

I can't say for certain either way
how they came to be detached.

I'm sorry.

First indications are that we've
discovered the body

of a small, young female,

and we now apply for more time
to develop forensic opportunities,

collect passive data and, of course,

seek further opportunities
to question the witness.

Mr Coleman...

Detective Superintendent Fulcher,
can I ask you under oath

whether you have been monitoring
and recording

confidential and privileged conversations

at Gable Cross Police Station

between myself and my client,
Mr Halliwell?

I can assure you, sir, that no
such activities have taken place.

As you know, I've advised my client
to offer "no comment"

during any further interviews

and I ask that you now respect
his decision in this matter.

I understand why you feel the need
to take that stance,

but your client is not bound
to follow your advice.

Christopher,
the confession you made to me

was unbidden and genuinely contrite.

You do not have to follow the advice
of Mr Coleman

if it is not in your best interests.

And I suggest saying nothing,
at this stage, is not.

Sir, it is outrageous

that he is challenging
the advice I'm giving to my client.

Christopher,
you can clear your conscience

and you can help Sian's family,

and the family of your other victim.

You can still do that.

You don't have to offer "no comment".

I think you can see quite clearly, sir,

the lengths to which
Detective Superintendent Fulcher

is prepared to stoop
with this investigation.

Thank you. We shall retire
to consider our ruling.

Yeah, we got another 36 hours,
but the magistrates took their time.

They were deliberating
for a good half an hour.

Half an hour?

They normally don't even retire.
Just wave it through.

Listen, is Halliwell's daughter

still up for us taping them
while they talk?

Totally. She says she just wants him
to tell the truth.

We're trying to sort it out for tomorrow.

Good work, Steve. Speak soon, yeah?

Why did that solicitor accuse you
of bugging his conversations?

I don't know.
Maybe Halliwell confessed to him.

That'd be my guess.

Are you sure about recording him
and his daughter?

Yeah, I am, Debs.

Bugging Halliwell and his brief
is illegal.

Bugging him and his daughter is not.

- Are we OK to come through?
- Yes, sir.

Right, so,
he's got two daughters and a son...

...with his first wife.

- Yes? And they live with her?
- Yeah.

And his current partner,
who he lives with now,

has two daughters of her own
who live with them.

We've relocated them all.

Hm...

As you can see, we'll be here a while.

We're cataloguing everything.

We're looking for trophies, Bob.

Stuff from his victims that he's kept.

In here, in the house, in the loft.

Let's get some soil analysis
on that shovel, please.

See if anything on it
matches the field, eh?

You know, after he told me
about the second victim,

when I asked if there were any others,

he didn't say, "No."

What he actually said was...

"..Isn't that enough?"

Thanks for agreeing to help us.

The room has microphones in it,
so we can hear everything.

But the most important thing
is to just act naturally.

OK, we need you to try and get him
to repeat his confession.

But don't let that be the first
thing you talk about,

try to build up to it naturally. OK?

You just sit here and we'll bring
your dad down shortly, OK?

We've got a DNA match
for the second girl.

Rebecca Godden.
She would have been 20 in 2003.

Registered with the Miss You website
in 2007 by her mother Karen.

- What is there on her?
- Er...

Last conviction, December 2002
as an accessory to burglary,

fined �125.

Before that, convictions for
possession, theft

and there's loads
of local intelligence on her

for soliciting in the Manchester Road.

It looks like she was feeding
a bad drug addiction.

- Mm-hm.
- We've got an address for the mother.

Oh, Dad...

What have you done?

Dad...

If you've done these things
they're saying you've done,

you've got to tell them everything
you know.

You've got to help these girls' families.

Please, Dad.

Just tell the truth.

- Dad...
- Listen to me.

They'll be recording this,
so say no more.

It's all in hand.

I want you...

...to change your name...

...and sell your story and
you make as much money as you can.

All right?

Shh...

Hang on, where are we going?

Is this not the way
to Sian's family's house?

Er, yeah, I suppose it is.

But the address we're after
is just down here.

Elaine O'Callaghan
lives in the next road down.

Jeez, they're practically neighbours.

Oh, the butter's there, I see.

Are you ready for a top-up?

We've just started stripping
the walls and what not, but...

Is there enough...?

Oh, my goodness...!

Calm down,
it's probably the pigging postman.

I'll go.

Hello,
I'm here to speak to Karen Edwards.

I know why you're here.

Mrs Edwards, can I come in?

Oh, my God...!

It's my daughter, isn't it?
She's... She's the second girl!

Oh, my God...!

- It's her birthday today!
- What's going on?

They're the police. They're here
to tell me that Becky's dead.

Aren't you?

Sorry, yes, I am.

No! My God!

- Mum? Mum?
- Karen!

Steve!

Karen...

It's all right, Mum. It's all right.