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There you go, tea
and two. Cheers.

Morning. If Esther's chucked
him out, it's your turn to put him up.

Right, put them there.
No, you don't. Down there.

Desk in the corner, please.

What?

I only wanted the adamsons.
These are all the adamsons.

From '71. Can't do that, sir.

All archived by surname.
It's all the adamsons or none.

I'm glad I didn't
ask for joneses.

Morning, ma'am.

Morning, Sandra.

Morning. This was found last week
in the foundations of a dole office

that was being
demolished at finsbury park.

Builders took it to a police station.
This is what got them interested.

There's no blood anywhere
else, just on the shorts.

Not shorts, Brian...

Hot pants.

There's a world of difference.

The owner was
identified through this -

a baby's vaccination card.

William adamson.

Born 21st of January 1971.

Reported missing
15th of August 1971,

along with his mother,
Donna, aged 24.

Shouldn't it have gone to the
station who filed them missing?

It did. So it's their case.

It's my case.

Excuse me. I decide which
investigations we pursue.

No. I mean, it is my case.

Was my case, when I was
stationed at finsbury park Nick.

You're not going to go all
obsessive, are you, Brian?

Probably.

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't matter if
you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ getting to the
end of the day. ♪

It was just a routine
missing persons enquiry.

A medical student reported his
wife and child had disappeared.

So, the usual. Give it
two days, get back to us.

What happened? Nothing.

After I'd made enquiries
and got nowhere,

my superior told me to put it
on the index and forget about it.

Donna had probably walked out on
him, shacked up with another darkie.

Darkie? His words, not mine.

It's just the way
people spoke back then.

When I started we were told
never to use the word black.

The expression was coloured.

Then race relations came in

and we were told never
to use the word coloured.

Yeah, black was
the new black. Yes!

So, our starting point is as usual
in these cases. With the husband.

Paul adamson,

md, obe,

consultant in genetics.

Photo courtesy of his latest
book, the genetic paradox.

When I met him in '71, he
was a scruffy-looking student.

I told him thousands disappear
every year and most come home.

He cried. I felt sorry for him.

When, in all probability,
he'd just murdered his family.

Take your time, mr adamson.

They're dead, aren't they?

There is blood on Donna's shorts and we're
currently running tests to see whose blood it is.

We managed to get both
William and Donna's DNA

from a baby bottle and a hairbrush
that we found in the holdall but,

obviously, after
three decades...

That is the line of
enquiry we will be taking.

I feel relieved.

Just knowing something.

Not that it tells us anything.

Except that, perhaps, Donna
didn't walk out on you after all.

At the time you felt you might
have spent too much time at lectures.

Concentrating on
study, not your wife.

I'm sorry, who are
you? Brian Lane.

PC Lane, as I was then.

You came to the house.

If you could remind me what time
you left the day they disappeared.

If you could remind me why
you didn't do more to find them.

I came three times.
You weren't in.

I appreciate this must
be very difficult for you.

You don't have children, do you?

There's trained sympathy
in your face but that's all.

Of course, I'm
your chief suspect.

Well, I'm happy to
give you a DNA swab.

Thank you. Why did
you go down the pub...

After your lectures
had finished?

My lecturer invited me. I couldn't
say no. Perhaps you didn't go home

because there was no happy
family. Perhaps I just went to the pub.

I adored my wife.

Cor, Brian's writing!

I should leave them
on. They suit you.

There you go! You
look almost intelligent.

The night before Donna disappeared, she and
Paul shared a bottle of wine and a vesta curry.

Ah, vesta curry,
the call of the orient.

Would you have a romantic dinner if you
were just about to kill your wife and child?

I would if I was
into last suppers.

I can scan and enlarge
that, if you want. Will it hurt?

The case was given a low
priority. Low priority not no priority.

Paul adamson's our chief
suspect. He's our only suspect.

Couldn't Donna's family have known
why she walked out? Or a friend?

You talked to one neighbour.

If you had, we'd have
more than f-all to go on.

Um... i think we need to
look at this on parallel lines.

So, why would Paul adamson
want to kill his wife and child?

And who else is in the frame?

I've got to go out.
Jack, divvy-up the jobs.

Gone into bird-in-charge mode.

I didn't think you'd come.
You haven't returned my calls.

I've been busy. No, you're
pissed off I wasn't straight with you.

I was doing my
job. Just like you.

Let me take you for lunch.

You don't have to make it up to
me, Greg. Like you say, work is work.

This has nothing to do
with work and you know it.

I promise I'll be straight
with you from now on.

The house was bought in 1972
by its current owner, mr Eric Grant.

He had to get rid of the tenants
and, apparently, he's got a list.

Paul and Donna rented two
rooms in a multi-occupancy house.

Who knows how many lived there,

how many potential suspects?

I slipped up, Jack. Come on,
Brian, that's half a lifetime ago.

Then it was a routine missing
persons enquiry. And now?

Now, it's your clear-up time.

Come on.

Nice house. Mr Grant
made a good investment.

This list is excellent.

Main living area.

Sofa, there.

Bookshelves.

Desk where Paul studied, there.

Clothes-horse. William's
baby clothes hung out to dry.

Is he for real?
It's a party trick.

You don't think anything happened
here, do you? Have you a cellar?

Routine enquiry.

Fly fishing? I wouldn't have
thought there was much sport here.

You'd be surprised. Fisherman? Not
unless you count my ornamental pond.

Was Paul adamson still living
here when you took the house over?

I can't remember
him or his family.

He's not down here. Perhaps
he went before I bought the house.

What about these other tenants?
Do you remember Elaine farmer?

Joel Stevens? Come on, it
was hard enough to find the list.

What about you, mrs Grant?

I wasn't around then.

I was only 18 in 1971. I do know I
had a terrible crush on Mark bolan.

♪ Ride a white swan like
the people of the beltane

♪ wear your hair long, babe,
you can't go wrong... ♪ nice one.

♪ ..Catch a bright star
and place it on your forehead

♪ say a few spells
and, baby, there you go

♪ take a black cat
sit it on your shoulder

♪ and in the morning
you'll know all you know... ♪

what are you doing?

Taking myself back to a
humdrum August day in 1971.

And what's it like?

Lonely.

This investigation isn't
about you, Brian. Isn't it?

My daughter loved dancing.

And her parties, of course.

She would dance all night.

You were married to an American?

Louis was stationed here.

His plane went down during
the Berlin airlift in 1948.

At least the Americans know
how to look after their war widows.

This is very pleasant.

I'm very fortunate. My son-in-law
takes care of my financial welfare.

What, Paul pays for
this? He's my only family.

Tell me about the last time
that you saw Donna, if you can.

The night of her 24th birthday.
Paul had arranged a party for her.

I had William. It was her
first night off. She needed it.

She wasn't coping? Not that
summer, she was constantly in tears.

She missed the
telephone exchange.

But in those days, women
with young children didn't work.

That's Donna,

leading her ladies out in
the post office workers' strike.

800 telephonists marched from
lincolns inn to Hyde park corner.

What did they chant?

"8%! Sorry, wrong number."

Donna had just read
the female eunuch

and wanted to change the world.

Do you think Donna would ever
harm William in any way? No.

She loved him,
fought to keep him.

Paul's parents didn't
want her to keep the baby.

They put pressure on him.
Pressure? How do I put this politely?

They didn't want him to have
a child of indeterminate colour.

Threatened to cut him off. But he told them
where to go. When Donna refused an abortion.

Paul proposed
and they cut him off.

After Donna disappeared, they
forgave him and he went back home.

Think he regretted his marriage?

I mean, a firebrand like Donna was hardly
going to make the ideal doctor's wife, was she?

And in the way
of a lot of money.

It's one thing not to want the
kid, totally different to kill a baby.

Well, hello. Hello. I don't suppose
you ballroom dance, do you?

Only, he's a bit of a fossil and
I was a come dancing finalist.

No, we're in a bit of a hurry. No, go on. I'll
hold your coat. No, we can't... enjoy yourself.

Come on. Oh, I haven't
danced for years.

I have a bad foot. Enjoy it!

One and two and round...

Oh! You're not bad!

I don't remember seeing
ballroom dancing on your cv.

When Carole and I went
to marriage guidance,

the counsellor said we did nothing
that involved us at the same time.

So Carole booked some lessons.

That's where I met Alison.

We found something better to do
involving us both at the same time.

The blood spatter on the
shorts isn't Donna's or William's.

But the pattern is interesting. The dispersal
indicates it could have been caused by a nosebleed.

As the person breathes out, the
blood is sent out in a fine spray.

Maybe Donna hit her attacker. Well,
we've a motive for her husband now.

Trapped in a marriage, didn't want
the baby and she was miserable.

It isn't his blood. But that
doesn't rule him out. Far from it.

The blood could
be someone else's.

Someone Donna was with
that day. You mean like a lover?

Against my notes
from the neighbour,

I found the words "often out..."
She took a baby out in the pram.

"Often out all day". If she
betrayed him, it's a double motive.

And, rather than see his family
go somewhere else, he killed them.

Men who see a family as personal
property. We're all had those.

If Donna did have a lover,
maybe it was somebody at work.

We should find ex-colleagues,
anyone to shed light on her personal life.

Mr Lane, you scribbled down a name that you
didn't follow up at the time. Jill brewer?

According to your notes, adamson
said she was friends with Donna.

Great. Let's find her.

Leave it with me. Actually,
I've already found her husband.

Well done, clarky.

Just down there.
Aisle 2. Thanks a lot.

Excuse me, Rick brewer?

I'm Jack halford. Gerry standing,
from the metropolitan police.

We're re-opening a missing persons
enquiry. We'd like to talk to you.

I never expected to hear from
you. Didn't think you were interested.

But you weren't interviewed
about the disappearance.

Of course I was interviewed.
I reported her missing!

No, Donna's husband
reported her missing.

What you on about? I'm
talking about my wife, Jill.

Jill left for a day out.

Thought she'd gone to
bexhill to see her sister...

But she never came home.

This was definitely
August 15th 1971?

I know the day my
wife disappeared.

Was there any reason she left?

She didn't leave a note. Did she
take any belongings with her? None.

Anyway, why are you interested
now? You didn't want to know at the time.

Do you recognise this woman?

Yeah.

It's one of Jill's
women's lib friends.

That's who you were on about. Is
she to do with Jill's disappearance?

We're not sure.

But it looks like they both
vanished the same day.

But why wasn't the link between
Donna and Jill made before?

Donna went missing in
Islington, Jill in greenwich.

There were no computers then.

The connection would only have
been made if the bodies were found.

Maybe Jill is the
lover we're looking for.

Maybe they ran away and formed
a publishing house. Let's be honest,

they were two bored housewives, desperate to get
away from their crap lives. Thelma and Louise.

What? With a baby? They'd have had fun with a bit of
housekeeping money and a few Bob child benefit. No.

Linda gough... Carol Cooper...

Lucy partington...
Shirley Hubbard.

Yeah, yeah, Fred west's
victims. Point being?

DC Hazel savage started out
looking for west's missing daughter.

Uncovered her
body and nine others.

We've got to widen the
scope of what we're doing.

The questions we're asking.

She was a supervisor
at the exchange.

Left a year or so before Donna. She
came to visit when William was born.

I can't remember
her name. Jill brewer.

Did Donna mention that she
might be meeting her that day?

No. Why weren't you straight with us
about your relationship with Donna?

According to her mother, you
wanted Donna to have an abortion.

All right.

Yes, I did.

It wasn't the right
time... For me.

For us. Why didn't you say at the
time? I don't remember you asking.

And what about the other day?

It didn't seem relevant.

After William was born,
I fell in love with him

and even deeper
in love with Donna.

Being a family man was
exactly what I wanted.

I'm ashamed that I asked
her to terminate the pregnancy.

Donna was different.

She was extraordinary. The
room stopped when she walked in.

If you don't believe
me, see for yourself.

That's Donna with her
husband, Paul. They're happy.

How can you know that?
From the way he's looking at her.

And the way she keeps on holding his arm,
even though she's talking to somebody else.

She's so full of life.

Oh! The female eunuch.

They had to reprint this every
month to keep up with demand.

I had to queue up for my copy.

She wanted us women to stop
buying into our own oppression.

Who did? Germaine greer. Oh.

It was marvellous. At
least, what I read of it was.

What with Mark and Elaine
and mum with her thrombosis

and you working 70 hours a
week, I never got it finished!

You could read it now. Nah!

Be a bit like looking at a
brochure for some exotic place

you've never
visited and never will.

I'll make your chamomile tea.

These petals were found at
the bottom of Donna's bag.

It's the creeping spearwort.

It looks like a
little buttercup.

So it is. Now extinct.

And it only ever grew in a handful of water habitats.
Now we have our first clue to the scene of crime.

Door bangs not if it's...

Stationery cupboard. Now!

Did you know he could run?

Jill brewer.

Donna adamson.

Paul adamson.

Eric Grant.

Our angling builder.

Tiny buttercups.
Time to go fishing.

Can't decide on a BMW or a jag.

Spec's about the same.
Both pricey, of course.

Beamers are a bit "black
drugs dealer", aren't they?

What do you
reckon? I don't drive.

There was a party in this
house on 8th July 1971.

You were at it. Ok,
I'll take your word for it.

Do you remember
who you danced with?

You're having a laugh! Jesus, mate,
haven't much to go on, have you?

This is the woman we're
looking for. Donna adamson.

You danced with
her, or tried to.

I told you the first
time you came here.

I don't remember.

And, presumably, you forgot to tell
us that you lived around the corner

with your mum and dad until
1972, when you bought this house.

Well, I... Didn't
think it mattered.

I mean, we were talking
about the old tenants.

This was a good investment. I'd done a bit of work
and when it came on the market I made an offer.

Dad helped me with the mortgage.

Is that what you want?
You worked on the house?

Yeah, re-plastering...
Plumbing was a load of shite.

Usual remedial stuff.

This woman.

She was at the same party.
Jill brewer. I don't know her.

Look, I'm very sorry, love, but I
think you're wasting your time.

I understand. There is
something you can do, mr Grant.

If you could give a DNA sample. Eh? To rule you out
of our enquiries. Hang on, Sonny. It's PC Clark.

Ok, PC Clark, you're not having my genetic blueprint
stored on one of your computers for all time.

Right? No, it won't be. Just
until after the investigation.

Then it'll be destroyed. So, you
want me to volunteer a sample?

Well, I say...

..No.

About the party.

You made a rather determined
pass at Donna adamson.

Against the law to hit on a black
bird, is it? You fancied her then.

Leave it. Did I say that? You're
putting words in my mouth, love.

Mr halford's good on goldfish, Eric. Suggested we try
a different type of food... Is everything all right?

The police are about to leave.

Look... you think I let
Donna and William down.

I know I did.

Stick the race label on if you want but
it was nothing remotely as interesting.

I was a glorified office boy.

You followed orders, whether
you agreed with them or not.

Yes. Pcs back then only
existed to please the sergeants.

Mine was the nearest I
ever got to god. It's pathetic.

You're right.

I know it's too
late for excuses.

I'm sorry.

With all due respect, sir, it's not
me you should be apologising to.

Can you help me give Donna's
family some answers? I am helping.

What, by playing silly buggers
like you did at Grant's house?

Illegally obtained DNA.

Trying to steal that fag end.

You've done it, with the bullet.

Yes. A big mistake. Plus, you
forget I'm not a police officer.

You've got a
promising career ahead.

And you're forgetting something.

I'm a black police officer.

Quite frankly, that puts me at a
disadvantage. Yeah, probably does.

But so did being a copper
with an obsessive memory...

With an addiction
to detail and booze.

And a fundamental inability to have any non-work-related
conversation with anyone who wasn't Esther.

Plus, everyone
was out to get me.

But I still made di. So
you can run the bloody met.

Grant went out of his way to
avoid telling us he knew Donna.

But he did. So, is he
lying about Jill brewer?

I found out that Grant fishes at
Willow ponds. Has done for years.

Now that was one of the last
sites for the creeping spearwort,

which gives us a circumstantial
link between Donna and Grant.

Also a possible murder site.

We'll drag the ponds. We need
more than petals to justify that, Gerry.

The ponds aren't necessarily
where he would dispose of the bodies.

Grant had access to hawthorn Avenue. He had
a key because he was working on the house.

A year later he bought the house and
extended out from the back of the building.

Was he hiding
Donna and Jill there?

We haven't got enough
for an arrest, though.

We need a link with the clothes.

Go back to forensics. There must
be more than blood and buttercups.

I'll be back in an hour. That
shrink must cost you fortunes.

Whispered conversation

so, how's work? It's a secret.

Sandra, can we do this again?

Yeah. I'd like that. Dinner?

Ok. How about Saturday night?

Saturdays are difficult. Oh, ok.

Call me when you've got a window.
Look, Sandra, I have a daughter.

Her name's Helena
and she's five.

I have her at weekends. Kim has her the rest of
the time. Who's Kim? Helena's mother. Your ex-wife?

No. No, it was a fling.

The relationship
was never serious,

so we forgot playing happy families
and just tried to remain friends.

Look, I said I was going
to be straight with you.

After a few disasters, I avoided relationships in
case Helena gets fond and they don't stick around.

So, asking you out, it's a big deal.
I'm just sorry I've done it so clumsily.

No. No, you haven't.

I think, um...

It proves that you're very grown-up.
I can do sundays to Fridays.

The only trouble is, I don't
know whether I'm grown-up.

I talked to them and they put me through to you.
No, nothing. All right. Try 1972, north London.

What I want is a list of all sub-contractors
who worked on the social security building.

In particular, I want
jkg construction ltd.

"Wanting everything -
the art of happiness."

"The road less travelled."

"You can heal your life."

"Women who love too much?"

Oh, must be one of Esther's. Am I
supposed to know what they're for?

I'm trying to help you save some money
on your, um... Lunchtime appointments.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

These are the books I've used
on my self-improvement curve.

I've listed all the medication I've
been on and I've cross-referenced it

with the literature I
was reading at the time.

I've listed the
best combinations.

Thank you.

Feel the fear and do it anyway.

I've got another complication on the
case. You mean apart from that one?

Clarky and I just did a mis-pers search
on the area around hawthorn Avenue.

Another disappearance, same
time as Donna and Jill. Karen brown.

This investigation has the potential
to be the biggest case we've handled.

Oh! I'm sorry,

I thought it was
an executive toy.

It's meant to
promote tranquillity.

I thought promotion
was alien to this office.

You were saying, Brian?

The name of the third
woman is Karen brown.

She was reported missing four weeks after Donna,
from a house three streets away from hawthorn Avenue.

Just a coincidence?

Except the landlord is
John Grant. Eric's father.

Now, we already know that Eric
had access to hawthorn Avenue.

The last address for Donna adamson
and often visited by Jill brewer.

I'm thinking photographs of tents
in back gardens, selling red tops.

Is this some kind of
riddle? Shall I go first?

I don't want a tabloid field day
over a new house of horrors.

Be very, very careful with your facts
before you start digging up gardens.

Yes, sir. Is that it?

What about my customary hard
time? I'm feeling short-changed.

So am I. I would like an
immediate departmental increase.

If Brian's on the right track, this isn't
going to stop with Donna, Jill and Karen.

Plus, we've only got to 1971.

Undertaking an
enquiry of this kind...

Discreetly will cost money, sir.

That's if there's anything left in
the tranquillity budget, of course.

Shrink's doing her
a world of good.

Why are we watching? We've dropped
the Paul adamson line of enquiry.

We have. Ignore Donna, keep
looking behind her, there, in the hallway.

I've had the image
digitally enhanced.

How much does this cost? Hardly
a drop in the tranquillity budget.

The investigation's
shot to the top floor.

We got the computer as well.

Normally, I've to beg for a stapler.
And here's the enhancement.

Look at this coat.

Very unusual stitching.

There was more than blood
and buttercups on the clothes.

Look, a tiny silver thread on William's
babygro and another one on Donna's shorts.

Right, now, watch this.

There. Who is it?
Can we find out?

There's more. Here's the enhancement
and there's a picture of Eric Grant.

Now... it's searching
for similarities.

Bosh. Yes!

Bloody hell, which book
did you get that from?

This will help us. The house will be
covered with fingerprints and DNA.

We need to know which are
yours so we can ignore them.

Grant is ready to interview.

Don't take this the
wrong way but...

We're concerned about the
line you're going to take. Why?

Read the psychological profile?
Yeah, course. We agree with it.

I didn't think you
believed in these things.

"It's unlikely Grant will respond to the higher
functioning intelligence of the dominant female persona."

And? Grant preyed
on vulnerable women.

He had to be in charge. And married
little, quiet, under-the-thumb Kay.

I mean, basically, you're the
sort of woman he despises.

And that is? "A forceful, confident
woman who is comfortable

"with her own sexuality and
ability to influence the opposite sex."

You see, basically,
you're bic - bird in charge.

For the questioning to get results,
you should be bird in the hand.

Or, at the very least, bird in the
bush. Otherwise known as bitb.

Bitb? You want me
to be the ucos bitb?

Smashing acronym, bevan will be
pleased. Oh, yes. Let me get this straight.

So, you're telling me
that I've got to be needy.

I don't do needy.

No, strong but vulnerable.

Yeah, just think Jodie foster
as Clarice starling. You'll be fine.

Ok.

Thanks. That's
great. No, really.

Great.

I'm not sure if I can handle this.
What? Praise. I'm not used to it.

I wouldn't worry. She was
looking at me when she said it.

This is you at the '71 summer of love festival
in Hyde park. Where did you get that from?

Your wife. She's
been very co-operative.

That's Kay all right.

Nice coat.

Yeah. Common as
muck then, weren't they?

Not ones with
customised embroidery.

This was recovered from the clothes Donna and
William were wearing on the day they disappeared.

Yeah, well, I can explain
that. The coat was stolen.

Very convenient. I don't
remember when or where.

Must have been from one of
the houses I was working on.

You spent a lot of time at 59
hawthorn Avenue that summer.

You had keys -
came as you pleased.

You were invited to Donna's party
but you won't admit to knowing her.

You found Donna attractive,
didn't you, Eric? Come on, tell me.

I mean, I see why you would.

She was very vivacious,

flirty even.

We know you knew her, Eric.

Yeah, I knew her. Ok?

I fancied her.

Happy now? But she didn't
want anything to do with me

and that's as far
as it went. Trust me.

Trust you?

You see, I knew as soon as I admit to something,
you'd try and pin her disappearance on me.

I know how you work.
And I'm right, aren't I, eh?

Scene of crime are taking
your house apart, Eric.

And the three other addresses you and your
father were renovating between 1970 and 1972.

Waste of time, mate.

Might I suggest you stop
smirking and start talking, mate.

I'm a bloody builder! I go into houses.
Thousands of them. Sometimes I've got keys, yeah.

And perhaps I had the key to 59
hawthorn Avenue. I don't remember!

Memory's a problem, isn't it?

So, what were you doing 33
years ago today? February 23rd.

Let me see... I took a call
about a robbery. There was...

We've been talking
to Joel Stevens.

He rented a room at hawthorn
Avenue between 1970 and 1972.

Now, he remembers you
as a bit of a Jack-the-lad,

always at parties.

Here we are, um... "Sowing
his wild oats wherever he could".

So?

I lived. Looks like you could
have done with a bit yourself, love.

You know what, Eric?

You're right.

Really.

I haven't had much of
a life outside my career.

Sussex uni. Bramshill college.
Steady promotion through the met.

No gap year... No
travelling across Europe,

dossing on station platforms.
No husband, no kids.

Pathetic, really. Maybe I
should have partied more.

Inhaled more.

Inhaled something.

But you know what?

I'm glad I didn't.

Because, all the
time I wasn't living,

I was getting better at my job.
And now... I'm top of my game.

So,

all I can say is, lucky you.

That last bit, more Trinity in
the matrix, wouldn't you say?

Do what? What do you
think I do with my weekends?

Brian's focussed on Donna
adamson. That's understandable.

We've got two other victims.

I mean, Jill could have
introduced the killer to Donna.

Look wider than hawthorn Avenue.

We've got nothing
on Jill brewer.

Except what her husband told us.
He recognised Donna straightaway.

Yet he never mentioned ringing
her to ask her if she'd seen Jill.

Surely, if your wife goes missing,
first thing you do is ring friends.

Let's see if Rick brewer's
got any previous, eh?

Bollocks!

This had better be
important. Forensics.

Whoever bled on Donna's
shorts, it wasn't Eric Grant. Shit.

Looking under the right stone?
And Rick brewer's got previous.

Abh, 1970. A year
before they went missing.

There's nothing to link him to
the disappearances. Not yet.

We've already got enough on Grant.
The thread from his coat on clothes.

On Donna and William's, yes. But there's
nothing to connect him with Jill or Karen.

We need more on brewer. We're
going to plumpton grange hospital.

Phone rings the old
loony bin. Splendid.

Hello.

You should be
backing me up, Jack.

I am. What do you
mean, "she's gone"?

She just slipped out.

Your wife's walked out on you.

Packed her suitcases
and buggered off.

You're lying.

She can't have.

What is Kay so scared
of, Eric? Is it you?

Perhaps she knows more
about you than she wants to.

Maybe she's gone
away for a couple of days.

She's cleared out her
belongings. The wardrobes.

We're checking
your bank account.

I don't know where she's gone.

And I don't know why I'm here.

Jack, there is nothing
on Rick brewer.

We made an incorrect assumption.

We thought he hit the doctor while
an in-patient. He wasn't. His wife was.

Jill brewer. Two
attempted suicides.

Three courses of
electro-convulsive therapy.

What does that say to you?
Vulnerable with a capital v.

Or nutter with a capital n.

It's the promise of
new life I like the most.

I expect you've both got kids, eh? Not
me, Gerry's got three daughters and...

I'm about to become a
grandfather. I wish you luck. Cheers.

Doesn't always work out,
you know. Didn't for me and Jill.

That's what sent her
funny... Our son was stillborn.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, that's very sad. More
than anyone said at the time.

There was no softly, softly approach
to folk that had lost their babies.

Jill was sent back to the maternity ward
and sat next to mums feeding their newborns.

Do you know, I never saw my son.

They just took him
away and incinerated him.

After the stillbirth, Jill
got very depressed.

She kept getting
these nightmares...

..And flashbacks to the
birth. To our son's face.

She tried to kill herself...

In the June and by July
she'd been admitted to hospital.

The first lot of ect left
her with terrible burns.

My solicitor took those for when
my assault charge came to court.

Yeah, but the hospital didn't
call that assault, did they?

Did Jill have any more
treatment? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, they persuaded
her to sign the consent form

and kept... Kept on
buzzing her until...

Until she wasn't
depressed any more.

Then she wasn't
Jill any more, either.

August... the next year, she
disappeared. And that's it.

Are you sure, mr brewer? I mean, you weren't
exactly straight with us before, were you?

Jill had mental health problems. I didn't
think you'd take it seriously if you knew that.

You'd just assume that she'd
killed herself. Just another nutter.

She wasn't.

What if Paula's baby's like the
brewer's and doesn't make it?

Most of them do.

What about you and Mary?
Didn't you fancy a family?

Just never happened. Besides, back then you
accepted that was your lot and got on with life.

A wonderful life we had, until
some bastard ran her down.

Can we go, then?

So much for Rick
brewer as a suspect.

Why aren't there answers, Brian?

Knock at door ma'am?

Socos found this under the floor

inside one of the bedrooms at
hawthorn Avenue. These were inside.

Karen brown's personal effects.

Eric Grant's trophy.

I can't explain what
they're doing at my house.

I don't know Karen
brown. Never heard of her.

Honestly. I've never
heard of her. You see, Eric,

it's well-known that killers
collect mementos of their victims.

Where is she, Eric? Karen brown?

Intelligent girl. A levels. Place at
university. Everything to live for.

Just like Donna adamson. She
was going to change the world.

And Jill brewer, fighting
for equal opportunities.

All bright young women with a great future. Except
when they met you. When they were having dark days.

Donna was having a
crisis about being a mother.

Jill'd lost a baby and couldn't
have any more. Go, get him!

We don't know about
Karen, but at 18...

About to step out into the big,
wide world, she needed a friend too.

That was you, wasn't
it? Affable, Jack-the-lad,

answer-for-everything Eric.

What's she playing
at? Low status.

Kay tried to stick by you, didn't
she? She knew what you'd done.

And so, when we came knocking,
she feared for her own life.

I wouldn't hurt my wife.

I love Kay. I love her.

I'm really sorry
about those women.

I don't understand.

I don't understand!

They've broken him. Why doesn't he
finish him? Come on, Brian. Come on!

Come on! We've got the film, a
match to the blood - Jill brewer's.

She was with Donna and William at
Willow ponds, Grant's fishing haunt.

Buttercups. Grant was with them.

We've got the thread from his
coat, Karen brown's possessions,

his wife's bolted. He killed
them! Congratulations, Brian.

He's the killer. Only we're
running out of time to charge him.

We could do with a confession. Let me have a
go at him. Go on, he's crying like a newborn.

I'm sure he'd confess
to anything now.

You've got your man, bri.
Your chance to put things right.

Yes, that's what you think this
is about. Putting things right.

Nothing but the complete truth
will do, Jack. You know that.

Hold on, we've got all the pieces.
They don't fit with that man, there.

I've had villains who won't admit to anything,
plenty of them, and I've known when they're lying.

I've gone wrong somewhere. No,
no! We've not gone wrong anywhere.

Ok, give him half an hour. If he's
wobbling, I'll take you in with me.

What are you doing in here?

I thought if I sat in the big
chair and had some tranquillity...

Inspiration might strike?
Huh, what, in here?

I'm not ready to go back in.

Yes, well, maybe you're right.

Something's come up.

There is no trace of Eric Grant's
DNA in Karen brown's possessions.

But they're teeming
with someone else's DNA.

Kay Grant.

So, we were wondering
how she was involved.

Could she be the killer? Is
that why she's on the run?

Little Kay Grant, a killer?

Karen brown as a little girl.

"Mum, dad, Heather and me".

Heather brown.

Karen brown's
sister, Heather brown.

Heather brown,
the baby-sitter killer.

Murdered twin girls? The case where the parents
came back from dinner and found the twins strangled?

1971.

What are you saying, Brian? Our case is
connected with Heather brown. Not directly.

Kay Grant's DNA is on
Karen brown's possessions.

That's because Kay is Karen.

They're one and the same. If you had Heather brown
for a sister, wouldn't you want to disappear?

I'm sorry for just
calling round but...

Grown-up or not, I've had
a really crap day. Come in.

Just had a call from Jill
brewer's old gp surgery.

Mrs brewer's records
are no longer available.

They were requested by
the fern road practice, dorkie.

Dorkie? South of Dublin.

When was the request dated?

October 31st 1973.

15 months after she disappeared.

Hello, Brian Lane here, the metropolitan police...
we've no idea what happened to Donna and William.

Karen brown changed her name
to Kay and left her past behind,

and it looks like Jill brewer's left
her husband and moved to Ireland.

Yeah, the expression
pear-shaped Springs to mind.

Thank you. What's
the married name?

..Thank you!

Jill brewer's still
alive. She's remarried.

What? Without divorcing Rick?

She didn't want
anyone to find her.

Machine clicks and beeps

you'll have to excuse the noise.

It's my little friend.

Which type of cancer? Ovarian.

That's bad luck. Not really...
It's in the genes apparently.

My mother died in
a hospital side ward.

I'm hoping to go
out in more style.

Mr kemp left you very well provided for. Did
he know you were married to someone else?

You didn't come all this way to
charge me with bigamy, mr halford.

I thought it would die with me.

The truth?

You killed Donna, didn't you?

What's the point of all this?
I'll be dead by the summer.

Then isn't it time to
find some inner peace?

It's very hard to come by.

It...

It was a hot day.

I'd come round for a visit.

Donna wanted to
get out of the house...

..So we pushed the
pram up to Willow ponds.

Took some builder's coat out of the
house as a blanket for William to lie on.

Then Donna started
larking around.

She took all her clothes off...

..And jumped in the water.

I thought she was...
Just having me on...

..Then I realised
she was drowning.

It was an accident.

I swear on this
Bible that it was.

I believe you.

I watched her struggle...

..And then the
splashing stopped.

I didn't know what to do. You didn't
run for help? Of course you didn't.

It gave you the
chance to have a child.

You knew the authorities would
never let you adopt one. Jill?

William had no
mother. It was like...

..God had decided to
give me a second chance...

So I took it.

I took it and I'm
glad that I did.

I told everyone that
William's real father was black.

That he'd died.

I was a good mother.
Were you? Really?

Is that why you're alone in this
big, drafty mausoleum of a house?

William and I are estranged.

We didn't get on.

He left home as
soon as he turned 16.

We keep in touch.

Christmas. Birthdays.

He doesn't know I'm dying.

I understand
why you did it, Jill,

but William wasn't
yours to take.

It's time to give
them both back.

Tell me where Donna is.

After watching her friend drown,
Jill piled Donna's clothes into the bag.

Jill suffered from
nosebleeds after the ect.

Explains the blood pattern.

Then Jill took William,

threw away the bag on
her way to the station,

and made her way by ferry to Ireland, where
she passed herself off as a single mother...

And married into money.

So, she got
everything she wanted.

No, she didn't.

You can't live a life worth
living when it's rotten at the core.

Are you going to stop
beating yourself up now?

Come on, Brian, you've found
William and reunited a family.

♪ Oh, god, high in
your fields above earth

♪ come and be real for us

♪ you with your mind

♪ oh, yes, you
are beautifully fine

oh, girl electric witch you are

♪ limp in society's
ditch you are

♪ visually fine oh, yes, you are

♪ but mentally dying

♪ oh, do do, do,
do-do, do, do do-do

♪ do, do, do,
do-do, do, do do-do

♪ oh, yes, you are
♪ do, do, do-do, do

♪ oh, do do, do, do,
do-do, do, do do-do

♪ do, do, do, do-do,
do, do do-do, do

♪ oh, yes you are... ♪

I want what we've
given that family.

The truth.

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day... ♪

subtitles by Kate Spence and
Laura Jones BBC broadcast 2004