All language subtitles for Scott and Bailey S03E04

500 quid, Mum. Come on!
It's not like you can't afford it.

Seeing as it's you. Hang on, Mum.
If you give me Regent Street,
I'll let you off the 1,200.

But on condition you don't sell
Trafalgar Square to Granny.

I'll give you �1,000, Janet,
for Trafalgar Square.

Let me off 1,200, give me 500 cash
and I won't sell HER Trafalgar
Square. And I get Regent Street?

And you get Regent Street. Done!

That's just petty,
small-minded insider dealing.

Hello.

Sorry...

I'm...

Helen.

I... The woman up the road
told me you lived here and...

Sorry.

I wondered if I could talk to you.

What's it to do with?

My, erm...

father.

The house.

I think my brother...

is in there.

Buried under the f...
under the floor.

In the cellar.

So how long's she had this idea
he was there?

Ever since she helped Joe bury him
33 years ago, when she was 13.

He said...
He said they'd had a fight

and he'd accidentally hit him,

harder than he meant to.

Smacked his head against a wall.

He made me... help him,

then... he said I couldn't
tell anyone... about it.

Because, if I did...

I'd be in as much trouble as him.

But then, over the years, I half
convinced meself it never happened...

and that I'd dreamt it,
made it up, imagined it.

So... I just...

I wanted to look. I wanted to know.

We searched the cellar, presumably,
when Eunice got battered.

Sure, but we were looking
for a murder weapon, not bodies.

She's odd, Helen, but who wouldn't
be. I didn't disbelieve her.

We should take it seriously.
We hit brick walls every time
we try to trace Michael,

which is odd, not to find out
a damn thing about somebody
other than they were born.

Same with Sheila, the elder sister.
Right.

I'll pull in the CSM, Forensics and
the officer from the original job.

I'll ring the Resource Center,
see if we can have a poke
about in the cellar.

Is it worth taking Helen down there?
God no! She offered to pinpoint
where she - She offered? Yeah.

If you do find anything, you'll
be cautioning her for concealing
a burial. But SHE'S the victim.

Personally, I'd say the dead
brother, if he's there,
is the victim.

We don't want her contaminating it.
We want to prove she's been in there
before, even 33 years ago.

Did you not get her
to draw you a diagram?

I can give her a ring.

Oh, do you remember
Frankie Waddington? No.

Right. His son is on a fast-track.
He's called Rob Waddington.

He's lovely. He's just like Frankie.
He's going to be our new sergeant.

You'll love him. When he smiles,
it's like the sun coming out. I want
to be his mother. How nutty is that?

OK! Well, I don't mean that
literally, obviously.

He tried it on with me a few times,
did Frankie. He did with everyone.

But the feeling was never mutual.
Frankie? Frankie Waddington.
Hands everywhere.

Bless. Rob is arriving at 12.
Show him the ropes. Bring him
up to speed on all the jobs.

He is wet behind the ears, but he
sailed through his sergeant's exams.

We need to bear in mind he'll be
ACPO rank within ten or 11 years,

so let's try and rise to the occasion.

Me mother moved in yesterday.
Oh, good.

Her house was on the market for
three weeks. She's had two offers.
How long's ours been on for?

Seven months and not a dickybird.
I know.

We can't afford to ask less.
We're already in negative equity.

Whereas, her and me dad gave �2,000
for that house in 1972.

So it's a snip for somebody,
what she's asking. Yeah, course.

The idea was, in my head,
she'd move in.

She'd be there to cook tea
and look after the girls,

not that they need looking after
so much now, but if
I'm ever on lates or...

Plus, I could keep an eye
on her, since her operation,

and, in my head, with that extra bit
of support at home, I could...

Could what?

Rise to the challenge of this...

being a sergeant.

Oh, right. So what? Are you going
to do it properly, permanently
full-time?

Well, no, because she's appointed
somebody else. Frankie Waddington's
lad. Who's Frankie Waddington?

Oh, he's this old DCI.
Last of the old school.

That doesn't mean that his boy is...
No. He could be... Yep.

Not that Frankie wasn't nice.
Old school.

So... did Godzilla know that was
the plan with your mother? No. No.

I kept telling her
I didn't want the job.

Only now I'm thinking that extra bit
of cash has been coming in handy
every month.

Right. Well, you mistimed that one
then, didn't you? She's not psychic.

I'm 49 years old and I live
with my mother. That doesn't
sound good, does it?

So, Sheila - the sister,
the one that never turned up -

is she buried in the cellar as well?
It makes you wonder, don't it?

Strictly speaking, your mother's
living with you, so that doesn't
sound AS crap, does it?

I wasn't even trying that hard
in the exam.

Cos, to be honest, there's no future
in it, is there? Well... The police.
Not under this government.

And, to be frank with you, with this
bias towards... women.

Yes! Some of us dare say it. People,
hard working, dedicated, like me,

are always going to be at a
disadvantage, and this place
is the worst!

She has it in for me because I'm
a bloke. She, more or less, told me.

She said, "Are you sure MIT is
the right place for you, Kevin?"

And Rachel, who hasn't got two brain
cells to keep each other company,

she's like flavor of the month,
EVERY day. Ain't she?

Hiya. I'm Rob Waddington,
the new sergeant. Oh!

Janet Scott, acting sergeant.
How do you do?

Where's Gill? She went out with...
Is it Denice? ...the CSM on the Eunice
Bevan job and a couple of others.

Have you met everyone? Well...

We've got a big court case on...
It's the Doreen Blake murder.

78 years old. Two teenage girls,
13 and 14, suffocated her,
trussed her up,

wedged her in a wheelie bin
and dropped her in the canal.
Sorry. Excuse me.

DC Bailey. Rachel.
Nice to meet you.

Hello. They've opened up
that house on Peverall Street.

There's a bobby standing on guard
at the gate. Oh, OK.

I'm just keeping you up to speed.

Good. Right.
Well, thanks for that!

Oh, I'm more than happy.
I'll let you know if there's
any developments.

Still I expect you'll know ahead of me.

It's possible.
Well, keep me informed!

Roger. Copy that. Over and out.
Ta-ta.

Sorry. Me mother!

Yeah. She lives with her mother.

Just come inside. How many?

'Hello. Mary Jackson.'
Mary. Good afternoon. It's Gill.

Murray. MIT. Yeah.

I've got something
that might interest you.

The Eunice Bevan job, Peverall Street.

We found human remains in the cellar.

Unless we've unearthed somebody
with three hands, we're looking
at more than one body.

What's going on? Don't know.
Oh, what the hell is she doing here?

Don't know.

Good evening. Thank you all
for staying behind.

I wouldn't have asked you to do so
unless something significant
was going down.

It's starting to look
very much like it is.

Last night, Helen Bartlett -
Eunice and Joe Bevan's daughter -

alerted us to the fact that she,
under duress, she's telling us,

was forced to assist her father
in burying her brother, Michael,

in the cellar at their house on
Peverall Street 33 years ago.

This afternoon, we found, in the
cellar, the remains of two bodies.

Wasn't there a sister - Sheila?
Yes. However, Professor Jackson...
Scary Mary!

Professor Jackson attended the scene
and examined the remains

and she concluded that what we'd
found was, in fact, the bodies
of two male adults,

which wasn't exactly
what we'd anticipated.

Both somewhere between the ages
of 17 and 25.

As a result, and in consultation
with the head of MIT
and the Assistant Chief Con,

we have taken the decision to
excavate the rest of the cellar.

This is going to take several days,

but, meanwhile, we are starting
the investigation

into what appears, at the least,
to be a double murder.

As such, it's been categorized
as a Class A-plus,

so Detective Superintendent Dodson
is going to be the SIO on this one

and I am going to be the Deputy SIO.

So, if you've got any questions...

So we are anticipating finding other
bodies? Presumably, that's why
we're excavating.

OK. Along with the fact that, once we
realized there were two bodies there,

along with the fact that we were
anticipating Sheila Bevan being one
of them, and she clearly isn't,

what was found in the grave, along
with the remains, were ligatures.

Short lengths of rope. Three so far.
There may be more once the forensic
archaeologist is finished.

They're all approximately
12, 14 inches long

and we're anticipating that they
could have been used to restrain
the victims.

We've also found no zips or buttons
in the grave, suggesting when they
were buried, they were naked.

We're potentially looking
at something very macabre

and with wide-reaching
repercussions here.

So, yes, sadly, we are anticipating
the possibility of finding
other remains.

Needless to say, the media will be
all over this big time and soon.

I want you to be ready for them.
Nothing discussed in this building
goes outside this building.

I know you know that,
but let's be clear.

The only person talking to the media
will be the Assistant Chief Con.

Is the search confined to the
cellar? At the moment, yes.

As that goes on, there's three
areas we need to focus on.

Helen Bartlett needs to be brought in
and interviewed properly
under caution.

Subsequent to that... Are we treating
Helen as a witness or a suspect?

Good question and the answer,
at this stage, is I don't know.

We've got to caution her.
She's admitted committing
a criminal offence.

But... Depending on what information
we get from Helen we'll then talk
to her father, Joe Bevan.

He's on remand in Strangeways,
so we can bide our time. He's not
going anywhere any time soon.

The other main line of inquiry,
of course, is identifying the two
sets of remains we have unearthed.

DNA will tell us whether
one of them is Michael, but -

As regards the other,
we have very little to go on.

When I say "very little", what
I actually mean is, erm, nothing.

Rob seems nice. Who?

The new sergeant. Oh!

Yeah.

Hello, Helen. Can we come in?

Helen, based on the information
you gave me last night,

some of our colleagues have
excavated part of the cellar at your
parents' house in Peverall Street

and we have found something.

I have to tell you at this time,
largely for your own protection,

you're going to be interviewed
under caution and I'm arresting you

for the unlawful burial
of your brother, Michael. What?!

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense if
you do not mention, when questioned,

something you rely on
in court. Helen, we'll get
to the bottom of this.

We're talking to your father very
soon, but we have procedures
we have to follow

when someone's admitted
committing a criminal offence.

I didn't have to tell you anything.

I don't know why I was there,
on my own with him,

in the house in the middle
of the day. I don't know
where she was - me mother.

Perhaps it was a Saturday.

I had my school uniform on.

I must have come home for
some reason. I don't know why
I remember that, but I do.

So he was on his own in the house.
Where was he?

The cellar door was open,
which was odd.

Normally, it was locked.

Nobody ever went down into the cellar.

What happened?

I don't know. Just...

Next thing, I remember
being in the cellar with him.

Had you never been down there
before? No.

And he was saying it was
an accident and...

What was it like in the cellar?

Dark. You must have been intrigued
if no-one was ever allowed down.

Frightened.

What was it like down there?

He just had a torch. I don't know.
Wasn't there a proper light?

I assumed it didn't work.

Go on.

He said it was an accident and...

it was Michael's fault
for arguing and...

Did you see Michael?

He was wrapped in a... curtain...

in an old curtain.

How did you know it was him?

Because me dad told me.
Did you see him?

No.

Did you see his face?
I didn't want to look.

But you had no doubt it was Michael?

No.

Me dad said they'd argued and
Michael said he was leaving and...

me dad wouldn't let him.

So, erm, the hole in the cellar,

the... grave, had already been dug?

Yeah.

Me dad made me...

put the earth...

He made me...

I had to...

cover him up...

with dirt.

And I remember thinking,
"I'm glad it's me..."

"I'm glad it's me doing this.

At least he's being covered up
by somebody who loves him.

Not by him."

The bastard!

Did you tell anyone? No.

Ever?

You.

OK.

We're going to take a five-minute
break there, Helen.

This interview is being suspended...

Why DIDN'T she tell someone sooner?

When I was ten this girl
kicked me in the fanny.

Some scuzzy bitch from another school.

I felt so ridiculous, so humiliated,

I pretended I'd been kicked in the
stomach when the grown-ups arrived.

Some things you can't say,
even when you know the words.

Yeah, but 30-odd years?

How's she coming across to you?
Early to say. She worries me.

Why? It just the timing. Sitting
on the information for so long.

So why now? If she didn't know
the words, why has she come up
with them now?

Ma'am, you've just had a call
from Denice, the CSM.

She says the GPR shows other
sites in the cellar where
the ground's been disturbed.

Good God! And there's a DNA match
with Joe and Eunice with
the first set of remains -

the one that was on top, but there's
no matches for the second one.

It'd have been a miracle if it
had been. Ask Denice to come in.

Ask her to stand the lads digging
down till tomorrow,

while we work out the order
to approach things.

I'll need a structural engineer.
Don't want the house to start
sagging or I'll be bollocked.

Right, we need to make a decision,
one way or the other, about Helen.

Surely, she's more use as
a witness. As SOON as she got that
key she went straight round there.

What would she have done
if she'd got in?

Was she scared the house would
sell when her dad was sent down
and somebody would find the body?

Was there something she wanted
to remove that implicates her?

Then she gets there, realizes
there's nothing she can do.

She can't get inside to move
any evidence, so she thinks
she'd better admit to something,

concoct a story, damage limitation
before somebody does move in
and finds... whatever.

And look at these two lassies
I've got in court right now.
13 and 14 years old,

and they both knew damn well
what they were doing. Mm.

Get back in there with her.
Disclose that we found more than
one body. See how she reacts.

Would it surprise you, Helen,
if I told you that, earlier today,
while excavating the cellar,

we found the remains
of more than one person?

Not our Sheila?

Do you think Sheila
might be buried down there?

At the moment, what we've found
are the remains of two
young male adults.

One of them we're assuming, subject
to DNA analysis, is Michael.

Correct.

The other one, we don't know.

So it's not... not Sheila?

No, it's not Sheila.

Who is it, then? We don't know yet.

She's a witness. Mm.

Right. I'm going to speak to the
CPS first thing in the morning

and suggest to them that it isn't
in the public interest to charge
Helen Bartlett.

Early indications from the site
suggest we are looking at
more human remains.

If that is the case,
the workload will go stellar

and I'll be bringing in a whole other
syndicate to work alongside you.

Tomorrow morning, first thing,
we will be going into Strangeways
and arresting Joe Bevan,

so go home, get some sleep. I want
you here at 7:00am. Night-night.

Two days ago, one of our officers was
informed by a member of the public

that she had reason to believe
that there were human remains
buried in a house on Peverall Street,

in the Littlewood area of Oldham.

I can confirm they are the remains
of two young, adult males.

During the course of the morning,
officers from MMP's
Major Incident Team

will be going into Strangeways Prison
in Manchester to make an arrest.

Are you all right?

Rachel?

My brother's in here.

Can you confirm that Joseph Bevan's
daughter Helen Bartlett
has been arrested?

I'll be making further statements
when we have something to tell you.

And there will be an opportunity
to ask questions at some
point later today.

Where have they got Helen Bartlett's
name from? How do they know
we arrested her?

I don't know, ma'am.
That isn't going to help you
when you speak to the CPS.

What our senior investigating
officer is prepared to do, Helen,

is to ask the CPS to drop
the charges against you.

In return, we'd like an account of
everything you can remember that
ever went on in that house.

OK. We can't guarantee the CPS
will drop the charges.

We think they will. If they don't,
if they insist on taking you
to trial,

there are things we can do.
We can get it to court quickly.

We can ask the judge for leniency
in light of you having co-operated.

I want to help. OK.

I, erm...

I want to take you back
to when you were 15.

When we were investigating
your mother's death,

you said you hadn't seen her
since you were 15, that you left
the house when you were 15.

Can you remember what happened that
made you leave when you were 15?

Yeah.

We met Gerry.

Gerry McGonagal.

They've uncovered a third body,
underneath the second one.

Denice has just rung. I phoned Mary.
She said she can meet you there
at Peverall Street in 35 minutes.

They've not established
a cause of death on the bodies
we turned up yesterday,

but there are some indications
of dismemberment. How'd it go?

Fine, except they know we've arrested
Helen Bartlett, which Karen had
skillfully avoided mentioning.

Journalists!

I'm standing... where
the bodies... have been dug up.

We've no idea how many there are.

We're hoping... might come forward...

Ma'am, good afternoon.
Rob, it's Gill.

We've had a few developments. I
thought I'd bring you up to speed.

Yeah. Erm, we've exposed the other
two sites that show disturbance
on the GPR

and we're looking at the remains
of four further bodies. Yeah.

Seven in total.
Professor Jackson's down there now.

On initial inspection,
she's suggesting they're all
young, adult males.

Yeah.

No. No Sheila.
All similar to the others.

Ligatures... Did she?
Evidence of dismemberment.
No evidence of clothing.

I'm not going to remove the
remains to the lab till after dark.

We've got increasing numbers
of photographers and rubbernecks
gathering outside.

OK. I believe so. Yes.

Where are we up to interviewing Joe?
Rachel's just gone in with him.

DC Bailey's just gone in with him,
ma'am.

Yes, I have spoken to the CPS
regarding Helen.

They've asked for a few hours
to think things through.

Helen Bartlett's being extremely
co-operative. But Helen Bartlett's
being extremely co-operative.

Good. Yeah. I will indeed.
Thank you, ma'am. Bye-bye.

Perfect! Thank you. Good lad. Ta-ta.

Look at me! I am...

I'm shaking. I'm sweating.

An hour in a cellar with four corpses
and I'm cool as a cucumber.

30 seconds on the phone to Karen
Zalinski and I'm a nervous wreck.

Look at me! What's going on?
You're ridiculous. Oh, sod off!

Rob says Mitch remembered. Is it
just me? Does she not have this
effect on everyone? It's just you.

Mitch remembered.
Mitch was the exhibits officer -
No, seriously. Seriously.

The exhibits officer
when Eunice got battered.

He remembered during the search
we picked up a box of old photos
and albums.

Course they weren't especially
relevant when Eunice died.

But now we're trying to identify
people connected with this family,

should we get someone to go through
them, possibly with Helen?
Definitely.

Good. And -
I'm not accepting it's just me.

AND Comms have been inundated. Oh!

People from all over the country
have had family go missing
in the last four decades.

See? This is what I wanted to avoid.

You can always rely on the media
for a bit of hysteria, can't you?

Karen Zalinski's got a PhD
in clinical forensic psychology,
course she's scary.

Thank you!

If none of these bodies are
looking like they're Sheila,

and we've already done a pretty
detailed search to this building
after Eunice died,

are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We're going to have to tear
the place apart.

So, Joe, based on information
that we received two days ago,

we undertook a search in your
cellar at Peverall Street.

And then we started
excavating the floor.

Can you tell me what you think
we might have found down there?

No.

OK.

When did you move into that house,
Joe? Can you remember?

1966. Year we won the World Cup.

How old would Michael be then?
Mi...? Er...

Oh, I don't...

I don't... Seven, eight.

And Sheila? How old would Sheila be?
Er...

She were born in 19...

60?

Joe, how would you respond
if I told you

that we'd found human remains
in the ground beneath the cellar

in your house at Peverall Street?

I don't know.

You don't know?

OK. Well, I have to tell you, Joe,
that we have found human remains

and, through familial DNA,
we've identified that you
would appear to be...

you ARE, the father of one
of the people that we've found
buried down there.

Do you want to tell me
anything about that, Joe?

Er...

Are you making this up? No.

Well, who are they?

Well, as I say, one of them is one
of your children. Which one?
Michael.

Your son, Michael.

Michael.

We never did know what happened
to Michael.

So the last time Michael was seen,
apparently, you'd had an argument
with him.

Do you want to tell me anything
about that? No!

I...

Who told you that? Our Helen?

You know you can't believe
a bloody word she says?

Can you tell me when you last saw
Michael? It were Eunice
he argued with.

At it all the time.
I stayed out of it. Joe...

Could you talk me through the last
time you saw Michael alive?

No! I...

I don't remember...

specifically.

How old would he have been
the last time you saw him?

18, 19.

Did you ever report him missing
to the police?

We always thought he'd just
cleared off.

We didn't think of him as missing.

Joe, did you kill Michael?

No.

Do you know who did kill Michael?
No. Did you bury Michael?

No.

Do you know who did bury Michael
in your cellar at your house?

Well, I wouldn't put it past our Helen.

Or our Julie.

Or Eunice.

What makes you say that?

Well, I know it wasn't me.

Would you put it past your Sheila?

Yes, yes. I...

I don't think she would have done that.

Why is that?

Why is that, Joe?

What was different about
your Sheila? Just...

She wasn't nasty, same as them.

Joe, how would you react
if I told you that Helen

told us that as a 13-year-old she
came home from school early one day

and found you in the cellar
with Michael, who was already dead?

How would you react to that, Joe?

That you told her that
you'd had an argument with him

and you'd hit him harder
than you intended.

And you'd smacked his head against
a wall in the kitchen and he'd died.

What would your response be, Joe?

She's a lying little bitch.

She always was.

Yeah! Any road,
if that was the case,

why did she not come straight
to you lot, eh?

And tell somebody...

then...

at the time, eh?

She was 13 years old!

She had a tongue in her head.

Later this afternoon, following the
discovery of the four further sets
of human remains,

the decision was taken to conduct
a full forensic search of the
entire property.

This will be carried out
over the next few days.

I can confirm a woman who has been
helping us with our inquiries

was this afternoon
released without charge.

That'll be her. That'll be Helen.
That woman that came round here
the other night.

My God! So them bodies have been
in that house since, like,

before we even moved in here.
Yeah! That's...

Yeah.

Since, like, before we were even born.

Can you imagine growing up in
a house and there's people buried
in the cellar? He must be a right...

bastard.
It's understood the
human remains unearthed today

will be removed from the house
later this evening and taken
to a pathology lab...

I might just pop out
and buy the Evening News.

The onerous task that now lies
ahead for the Manchester
Metropolitan...

How have they got hold of this?

How the HELL on earth
have they got hold of this?!

"Helen Bartlett, pictured, who the
police have released without charge,

is known to have visited female
prostitutes in the Ardwick Road
area of Oldham."

How do they know that?
Who's told 'em?

Her? The prostitute?
I don't think so.

Someone's leaking information.

A case this sensitive,
this high profile, and one of this
lot's taking backhanders!

Yeah?

Ma'am, you wanted to know
when Gerry McGonagal turned up.

He's downstairs.
DC Broadhurst's going in with him.

I'm trying to work out a strategy
to prioritize interviewing people
who are ringing in with information.

We have people from the
neighborhood, teachers who remember
the Bevan kids from school.

People we should spend time
with, but I'm struggling with
the number of officers I've got.

We could do with twice as many...

You need to use the matrix grid.
Er, sorry, ma'am.

Use Janet. Pick her brains.
It's what she's there for.
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

I can't imagine anyone on this team
would talk to someone in the media.

That's how they're going to get away
with it - that failure
of your imagination.

Sorry. I'm... I'm sorry.
That wasn't fair.

I'm just as disappointed as you are,
IF it's true.

What's a matrix grid?
Apparently, I need one.

You've kind of been thrown in at the
deep end with this one, haven't you?

There's a fella been sitting
in reception for nearly two hours.

Says he lodged at the Bevans'
house in the '70s. I haven't got
anyone to take his details.

THAT would have been a priority.
What, you're going?

I'll do it. You want me
to do it? Yeah, yeah! Go!

What's his name?
Philip Cairns, I think.

They said they thought he was
drunk - the lads on the desk. Shit!

Mr. Cairns? Mr. Cairns.
I'm Detective Constable Scott.

Would you like to come through?
We can have a chat. Yeah.

'So, Gerry, we understand that you
used to know Julie and Helen Bevan?

Well, Helen Bartlett, as she is now.'

Bartlett? Did she get married?

No. No, she changed her name.

Yeah, I did know 'em.
How did you meet them?

Woolworth's - I used to work there.

I caught Julie shoplifting
and it were love at first sight.

I persuaded the boss to let her off.
Said I might have made
a mistake. I hadn't.

Anyway, I got her phone number
and we started seeing each other.

Then one day, she, erm,
turned up bruised.

She said, "It's me dad." He knocked
'em about, both of 'em, and worse.

You wouldn't believe the way
they lived.

Shit hole, and I have seen
some shit holes.

I wanted to help her.
She were better than that.

Well... I thought she was.

But I guess if you've lived
like that for long enough.

What do you mean?

I found this flat over Burnley
and we lived together for 18 months,

but... I couldn't cope with her -
Julie.

She were wild, violent.

Drank.

Obsessed with... sex.

With anyone.

That's what I mean. Why wouldn't you
be like that growing up the way
they had?

Did you know Michael Bevan? No.
Did you ever see him?

No, I was always told he'd gone,
moved out, cleared off.

Who told you that?

I don't know. They must have done -
Julie and Helen. I don't remember.

What about Sheila?
They had an older sister.

Same. Never saw her.
She cleared off.

How did they talk about her?

Just...

They'd mention stuff she'd done,
stuff she'd said.

She'd rowed with Joe and Eunice
and left. That was it.

People didn't have mobile phones
then, did they?

Didn't Facebook or Twitter.

They couldn't tell everybody
every time they farted,
even if they wanted to.

So, no, it was just accepted that
she'd gone. And what about Helen?

She moved in with us.
This flat in Burnley.

Julie wouldn't go without Helen.

They looked after each other.
They had to. Nobody else did.

Helen were... different.

I always felt sorry for her.

Julie was noisy. She knew how
to get by, but Helen was quiet.

She had no chance there.

She was just as mad as Julie,
deep down.

Drank, violent...

Sex. Inappropriate, you know.

But... it took you longer to realize
somehow with Helen, with her
being so quiet.

It weren't their fault.

They were nutters, Joe and Eunice.

Nasty.

Horrible.

They lived like pigs.

I lodged there.
I was a lodger.

He took me in.
Joe? Joe Bevan?

Mm.

He picked me up behind
Piccadilly Station.

It was a Monday night, dark.

I had no money or nowhere to go.

17 years old.

He said he'd give me something
to eat and a bed for the night

in exchange, obviously. For?

Sex.

I did report it at the time,
what happened after.

What DID happen after?

Well, I'd been there a few nights
and then...

Well, one evening they got me drunk.

Who did? Him and her.

By "him" and "her" you mean...?
Joe and Eunice.

I think, whatever I was drinking,

they'd laced it with something,

cos when I woke up,
eh, I felt like shit.

And me arms were tied up.

Naked.

Gagged.

What happened?

They used me.

Who did? All of 'em had a go.
They'd all come in and watch.

Who? In where?

All of them, down in the cellar.

They all knew it was going on,
the little bitches.

That one you arrested -
Helen, the one you let go -

she knew.

They all knew.

Of course, I assumed I was
the only one they'd done it to.

Only, now I'm realizing,
with all this stuff coming out...

that I was lucky.

I was the one that got away.

He did report it at the time.

It was 1977, January or February.
He remembers that it was cold,
anyway.

He reported it to some tosser
in a uniform, who thought
that he'd made it up.

He doesn't think anyone even went
and knocked on Joe Bevan's door,

or, if they did,
they didn't get back to him.

He was sexually tortured
over a period of several days.

Erm, had the guts
to report it afterwards

and then we, apparently, did nothing.

And Helen and Julie were aware
of what was going on?

Oh, more than aware.
According to him, they joined in.

Under duress?
Well, that's not what he said.

I think, from the way he describes it,

that they were so inured
in the culture of the house
that they just, er...

went along with it.

But, if they did, then it begs
the question did they know
about the murders,

even, were they involved in them?

Certainly, more than Helen's
indicated to us that she was.

Let's see if we can get hold
of his statement...

from 1970... Seven.
Whenever it was. Seven!

Let's see exactly what's in it.

Hello. Mum, you should go to bed
when I'm working this late.

Well, I would have, but...
..we've got a visitor.

Helen, what are you doing here?

I didn't know where else
to go. She's been locked out.

Louise, she saw the...

paper.

It was in the paper.
What was in the paper?

About me.
Helen, you shouldn't be here.

How do they know that?
You must have told them.

The police must... have told them.

We wouldn't do that. We'd never
release information like that
to the press.

Someone did.

Helen, you can't stay here. I know
you have no other family, but...

You must have friends, a friend,
someone.

I was going down the bus station.

But they followed me, the reporters.
I asked them to leave me alone,
but they wouldn't.

You should have gone to
a police station.

Right! You think that's happening!
That's where we're going now.
Get your things.

I'm not going anywhere.
I'll contact Witness Protection.

We'll try and sort you out a B&B.

I've got no money. Get your things.

Why don't I just stay here?
Just tonight. It's warm.

No. It's inappropriate.

I'm not going anywhere else.

Where are the girls? In bed. Will
you go upstairs and stay with them?

You think I'm dangerous.
I think you've had a lot to drink.

I'm going to find you a B&B.
You don't have to worry about money.

Sean! Hello. It's Janet.

Sorry to be ringing so late.
Can I speak to Rachel?

'She's not here.'

Oh, right! She must have gone
for a drink with the lads.

'Shall I get her to call you?'
No, no. I'll try her mobile.

I'm being a nuisance!
You've had a lot to deal with.

Hello.

Rach, can you come round to our house?

Now? Why? I'm in bed. Are you?

Yeah. 'Erm...'

Helen's at my house.
She's got nowhere else to go.

I don't want to ring 999.
She's had a bit to drink.

You couldn't come round
and give me a bit of a lift?
We need to get her into a B&B.

Uh!

Fine!

Fine. Just give me 15 minutes.

'Rach, whose bed ARE you in?'