All language subtitles for Silent Witness s12e10.thebox.hannibal

Want to tell me about Adam Garner?
He said we had a relationship.

He was a fantasist. The whole thing
was dropped. He was 14 years old.

Listen, Mr Powell,
there is a boy out there, missing.

Yes, and you found the other boy.
Maybe you know where this one is.

There's damage to the liver.
There appears to be some kind
of a toxic substance.

Berricane.
Trade name for Tetracynadine.

How would he have come
into contact with that?

He was with me! He made up a meeting
with Francis Neill to distract us.
That's how he was able to do this.

This isn't Liam.
This must be Francis Neill.

Liam's still out there somewhere.

He could still be alive.

# Testator Sile-ens

# Costestes e Spiritu-u

# Si-ilenciu-um. #

Sorry to call you in so late.

I'd just shut my eyes
for the first time in two days.

How can you be sure it's
NOT Liam Neill on that slab?

We cut through the bones
and counted the rings(!)

Dental indicators,
the fusing of growth plates.

Forensic science has reached
the dizzying heights

of being able to tell the difference
between a man in his mid-20s

and a 12-year-old boy.

Yeah, this is what I want to see
at 2 in the morning.

The print and hair samples match
those we took from the Neill flat,

and the hair that Professor Dalton
found in Michael Edwards' mouth
also matches this man.

So this is the abductor?
This is Francis Neill?

We might never know what he did
with Liam. How do you know
that Liam's not still out there?

It's been more than 48 hours. 59!

You know, the chances are,
Liam was already dead
by the time Michael was found.

Powell said that a sadistic
paedophile might keep the boy alive.

You've seen the photos.
Wouldn't you say we were dealing
with a sadistic paedophile?

As opposed to one of the nice
fluffy ones(?) If Noel Hopkins
was telling the truth...

If Francis Neill was really
on his way to meet Noel,

then maybe he was still holding Liam
somewhere. He planned to go back.

What is it?
A case Powell told me about.

Marc Dutroux, a Belgian paedophile,
kept his victims locked up.
He was arrested for something else.

Nobody knew about the girls,
and they died of starvation
while he was in police custody.

Look, we've been running the grid
for two days,
and we're no closer to finding him.

And this Francis Neill,
We don't even know who he really is.

If Noel Hopkins
was telling the truth...

I wouldn't hold on to that hope
too hard.

'You don't have children
of your own, do you?

'No. Does that tick
one of your boxes?'

From my limited understanding
of your field, Mr Powell,

plenty of paedophiles
have children of their own.

And you've never thought about it,

all those sexed-up teenagers
around you every day?

Do you know why I could
never be a paedophile?

No, Headmaster. Tell me. I wouldn't
want to bring the job home with me.

That's your thing, isn't it? Make
jokes, disarm, screw with people.

Do you think it's appropriate
in this situation? No. I don't think
ANY of this is appropriate.

I thought your training
was to help you to think like
a paedophile, not like a child!

Blame the unmarried headmaster,
who was working in the sweetie shop?!

God, you're barely a neurone
above the idiots who firebomb
some woman's house

cos they don't know the difference
between a paedophile
and a paediatrician.

You really think I threw Liam Neill
under a train?

No. Finally! Because
it wasn't Liam on the tracks.

It was Liam's uncle.

Francis? Francis Neill's dead? Yeah.

The man YOU said
was coming to meet you.

And Liam? He's still alive?

Is he?

You knew about this. What kind
of sick game are you playing?

So, I can go.

Oh, I see!

I killed Francis Neill,
to cover my nefarious tracks,

then lured you
to a fictitious meeting. Good theory.

Do continue. So, what? I'm running
some sort of diabolic paedophile ring

out of a high school in Hillingdon?

I asked you if you knew this man.

I didn't. And I still don't.

Funny. He knows you. He came
to your school in the summer break,

looking for odd-jobs - a handyman.

Your secretary remembers him.

She said he asked for you by name.

I don't remember seeing him.
He said you were old friends.

From Maidstone prison.

I did some outreach education
programs there, yes.

Got him through his Maths GCSE.

Edward? Eddie. Right?
Do you know what he was in for?

Burglary, or something.

Hmm, "something", actually.

18 counts
of aggravated sexual assault
on a boy of ten, to be precise.

So, convicted sex offender, who you
taught, comes to live in this area,

comes to your school
looking for a job.

What's this got to do
with Liam Neill and Michael Edwards?

Eddie Stokes was Francis
and Liam Neill's landlord.

Liam Neill, who you enrolled,
without records, at your school

one month after Eddie Stokes
came to visit you.

Good story, isn't it? Did you meet
anyone else at Maidstone?

I met plenty of people at Maidstone
and Pentonville
and Luton and Wandsworth...

I'm not thinking about an inmate -
someone closer to home.

Home Office Pastoral Care Initiative
1993. He was a volunteer.

You're talking about Danny Edwards.

The stepfather of Michael Edwards,
who died running away
from his abuser two days ago.

So, the convicted sex offender,
the dead abused boy's father

and the headmaster, all friends
together at Maidstone Prison.

It all seems a little more
"appropriate" now, doesn't it?

I've got a job to do, and this isn't
it. I'm not asking you to judge him.

You look up to him. It's why I hope
he'll talk to you. You're his pupil.
He's not that stupid.

He wants to talk to someone.
He needs validation.

Look, they distort everything.

They don't think that what they do
is bad, and you've got to treat him
like you agree.

Do YOU agree? Is he evil?
I've only ever seen him do good.

Good and evil?

What are you -
a Sunday School teacher?

I've been dealing in this stuff
for 15 years.
There's no black and white here.

My job is to find out
what shade of grey he is.

I'm sorry, Noel.
They need a DNA sample.

What can you tell from that stuff?
More and more every day.

Whether you're more likely to die
of liver failure or colon cancer,

where your ancestors came from,

how fat your children will be.

Or whether I might be
a closet child abuser?

You're wondering, aren't you? What?

What really happened.

If you know anything about Francis
or Liam, you've got to tell them.

Or tell me.
I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about you and me.
You've begun to ask yourself,
haven't you?

Why I came after you

A pretty 15-year-old girl...?

Remember I put my arm around you?

Held you all the way home.

Do you think it was a turn-on for me?

Was it?

Nikki with the two Ks
and the heart above the I,

the thing about us paedophiles is
that generally we have a type.

And if they're right about me,
you were the wrong sex,
and four years too long in the tooth.

Why are you doing this?
We don't have to ask why YOU'RE
doing this, do we, Nikki?

You always had a crusade, even then.

What was it? The Amazon tribes?

Save The Whales?

I heard you volunteered for
an AIDS hospital in South Africa.
And now Liam Neill.

Why is he so important to you?

He's a 12-year-old boy, Noel.

He's not YOUR boy. You didn't give
birth to him. You didn't teach him.

You didn't even know him. No.

He's just another one of your causes,
to make you feel connected.

But it's not just that, is it?

It's the innocent child.

Motherless, fatherless, lost.

It's YOU you're looking for.

The lost child.

Oh, but you're too late.

That child's gone. It's not me
you should be angry with.
But I AM angry with you, Nikki!

You know me! And even you think
I'm that monster! I don't think
you're a monster, Noel.

You're still the good pupil. Did
Torquemada tell you to say that? But
I don't know if you're lying to me.

You better check that out
on the DNA test. Now get out!

DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLUNKS

You can't have known the truth
about him. It's hard enough
to know the truth about yourself.

You've been questioning
Michael's father?

He's completely in Hopkins' thrall.

His wife said he moved the family in
to this area because he wanted his
stepson to attend Hopkins' school.

Stokes together at Maidstone Prison.

And Danny himself admitted
dropping Liam off at Stokes'
building on more than one occasion.

He's the weak link. The acolyte.

Without the others,
he could lead us straight to Liam.

Where are you going? Train-spotting.

Leo want to look for little bits
of Francis Neill
all along the Wessex Mainline.

How did it go?

Are you OK? Why does everyone
keep asking me that?
I never ask you that and mean it.

Embarrassing as it is,
we are good friends, aren't we?
Besides the jokes.

The very silly jokes. Actually,
the really rather brilliant jokes,
but, you know, you can talk to me.

I've always been pretty good
in a crisis, haven't I?
Is that what this is?

What have you found?
Has he said anything?

Yeah. For a man with no jaw
and very little brain matter,
he has been quite eloquent.

We found traces of tartrazine,
beloved of hyper-active children
everywhere, on his tongue.

And vodka - cheap vodka -
on his clothing.

And we also found this.

He shaves. So do you, sometimes.

It is not from his chin, Nikki.

Perhaps you should get out more.
Perhaps you should stay in more!
HE LAUGHS

It's not just his genitals.

As the skin has shrunk back,
it is clear that he's shaved
almost all of his body hair.

Perhaps we should check
the local cycling clubs.

Or the fetish clubs.
I found make-up and lubricant
in his bathroom cabinet.

They used to think you could SEE
evil. The bumps on the head,
the horns under the hairline.

Hmm. Are you sure you're all right?

I'm going, I'm going!
Just going now! Gone, now gone!

Excuse me. Just take a look,
see if you recognise him.
Thank you. All the best.

Doctor Cunningham.

I knew it wasn't him, the body they
found on the train tracks. How did
you know? I prayed about it.

That normally does the trick,
does it? It never hurts.

I know you'll find him.

"On the third day
He rose again from the dead..."

Have you finished dissecting Michael
yet?

We want to bury our son.
It's not up to me, I'm afraid.

But you must know now
what happened to him, how he died,
what he suffered.

They won't tell me, or his mother.

He drowned - that's all they said.

It was quick. The water was cold.
He wouldn't have suffered much.

Thanks, Dr Cunningham.
I feel so much better now.

CAR HORNS BEEP

Shit.

What are we doing here? SOCA
have crawled over this entire area
with a toothbrush.

They didn't find any other clothing.
We found very little blood.

Most of Mr Neill's bodily fluids are
going to be plastered over the nose

of the 12.15 to Merthyr Tidfyl...
There's still plenty missing.

Brain matter, most of his mandible,
several of his extremities...

I don't think
this was the point of impact.

Leo! Trains are not unlike rivers.
Bodies can be dragged
for quite a distance.

The three-foot gap between the track
and the undercarriage is the perfect
place for the kinetic frictions

of an Intercity train to hold a body
in situ,

and then when the speed changes at
a corner or junction, it spits it out
like a bloody cherry stone.

A very bloody cherry stone.

Harry!

What have you found? A pound coin.

Really? A human tooth.

Yeah. Second permanent molar,
if I'm not much mistaken.

How far up is the line closed? Up to
the next junction, about 150 yards.
They'll have to extend the closure

if they want to find out
how Francis Neill died.
They're stretched as it is.

If we can find out where he hit the
track, we can also find out how he
got here, and if he was with anyone.

What, you think Hopkins killed him?

Or Danny Edwards?

I don't know and I don't care.

The fusion of the epiphyseal plates
indicate a fully grown adult male.

There appears to be evidence of an
historic fracture in the right arm,

TWO places in the right arm.

Also in the pelvis.

The fractures are consistent with
scarring, again historic, on the
back and lower side of the abdomen.

Where they wouldn't be seen.

So it happened to you too.

'It's been going on
since the Greeks'

but we've chased it underground.
It's not as if you can go
down the pub, is it, Eddie,

chat about it with your mates?

Nothing to say?

Well, you have a think about it.

I'm going to get some food.
Do you want some?

Division have asked me to go back
to the original search area,
policy my decisions.

But we KNOW he's not there.

It's not about that now.

They're covering their arses.

Maybe you should think
about doing the same.

What, no tears, Eddie?
Had Francis become the weak link?

I was with you lot when he got
killed. I don't mind
identifying the body.

HE VOMITS
I thought you two were friends.
Who was he? Get it away. It stinks!

Will I let you go, huh?

Let whoever did this to Francis
do the same to you?

We need to find the boy.

Where did he take him?
Where did he go?

Stop this! What is going on?

This is not a freak show!
I'm very sorry, Dr Alexander.

I was hoping to get a positive ID,
from the only man who knew him. You
knew what state this body was in!

It must have slipped my mind.

What the hell were you thinking?
I needed to get him
out of his comfort zone.

You got him to vomit
over his own shoes.

Look, Stokes didn't kill Francis.
He was in custody.
But he's the link.

He knew each of them individually -
Hopkins, Edwards.

Powell reckons Stokes recruited
Francis Neill. Because Francis had
Liam. Neill was the perfect partner.

He had access to a child
and he was a clean skin.
He'd never been arrested,

he wasn't on the PNC or the
sex-offenders register, otherwise
we'd have his fingerprints, his DNA.

We'd be able to ID him from that.

If I had a photograph to circulate,
find out if somebody had seen him,
trace his movements...

I don't even have his real name.

What if I can get you a photograph?
What, off Facebook?

We could try
a facial reconstruction.

What from? Half his face is gone.

It's tricky. A lot of the bone
and cartilage is missing.

But some of the facial musculature
is there, and there is tissue.

Every bone of the cranium
is bilateral, so I can copy it
where one side is present.

If I can physically build on what's
here, use the biometric modelling...

It would be a start. How long?

There's no need tell me it's urgent.
A day?

Twelve hours.

Oh, did you ever manage
to track him down - Adam Garner?

Your old schoolmate? We've been
trying, but I suppose all this
publicity's sent him underground.

Not even the tabloids have managed
to get hold of him. He was short,

fair skinned, same sort of age.

I just wonder... You think
that could be Adam Garner?

It's a long shot.

Francis Neill told Noel Hopkins
he blamed him.

He told him he thought
it was all his fault.

Maybe you could find me
Adam Garner's medical records.
A recent photograph, even?

You get me the reconstruction, and
then we'll see if the faces match.

PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

Leo? 'Is Gallagher there?' Yeah.

There it is.

Arterial spray.

How do you know? It could be
an animal, a fox, a badger...
Badgers don't wear trainers.

Jesus.
Right, get onto the train companies.
They have nose and tail cameras,

pull everything for this section of
track. We should be able to find out
how he ended up on the line.

We have the school,
the river where Michael went in,
the ill-fated Hopkins rendezvous.

And here, where man met train.
We can refocus our search,
but it's still eight square miles.

A search could take another week.
It's like a sick jigsaw.
Someone's stolen all the corners.

It's now 11:30am on the third day.

On the third day, he rose again...
Sorry?
Danny Edwards said it this morning.

I don't suppose his prophesy came
with any co-ordinates?

Where the hell are you? You see,
Detective Gallagher, even YOU are
starting to believe he's still alive.

I don't know what I'm looking at.
It's there.

Is that him? Did someone push him?
He looks like he's alone.
What's he doing?

Maybe he's getting ready to jump.
Watch this. This is from the
tail-camera of the same train.

So he waited for the train to pass.
He's crossing now. Then, what...?

This is the nose camera

The 10.45 to Bristol Temple Meads.

It was going the other way.

Jesus.
The driver didn't see a thing.

It was an accident.

He was crossing the tracks
to go to his meeting with Hopkins.

So Hopkins was telling the truth?

About that, maybe. At least
now we know which direction
he was coming from.

He probably planned to head back
there afterwards. And the boy's
trapped there, waiting for him.

It might be like your Belgian case.
The guy doesn't come back,
two girls starve to death.

It's not just that. I've got the
initial tox report on Francis Neill.

His body tested positive for
tetracynadine at very high levels.

What, the stuff you found on
Michael? The Berricane? Right, let's
get onto the Environment Agency.

They test the Colne Valley for
pollutants, and their soil samples

will show any abnormal chemical
levels. 72 hours. There's a hell
of a lot of Berricane out there.

Find the Berricane, find the boy.

We're not even close
to exhausting possibilities.

I need more men, more equipment.

Well, what about if we bring in
Army S and R? They've got technology
we don't have access to.

And you think resources
are better employed there, huh?

What, a bigger story, is it? What's
the matter - press losing interest?

Yeah, you do that. You get back
to me. Is it true?

It's not like I had a choice.

Francis Neill's death was an
accident, and we don't have anything
on him for Michael Edwards.

So he walks, scot-free? Scot-free?!

You reckon?

THEY ALL CHATTER

Shouldn't you be in chemistry, Wayne?

What the hell are you doing here?!

I heard they released you.

Yeah. Turned me over to the mob.

Do the police know about this?

Huh! It gives you faith in
the National Curriculum, though.

Spelling standards
have definitely improved.

You need to get those windows
boarded up. At least they've got the
guts to say what they're thinking.

What are you doing here? Go home,
Dr Alexander, back to your crypt.

Adam Garner.

What? They haven't been able
to locate him.

Do you want to check under my patio?
Please. I'm just wondering... You
met Francis Neill. Oh, this again.

Could Francis Neill be Adam Garner?

Why? Because he wanted to get
his own back on you...? He has.

I've been suspended. Again.

They had no choice after the arrest.
What did you expect?

Er, the support
of my colleagues and my friends?

I'm not accusing you, Noel. I'm just
trying to help find a missing boy.

I haven't seen Adam Garner
since I left Abbots, 16 years ago.

As a rule, I prefer not to see
my former students again.

It tends to be
a bit of a disappointment.

They don't specifically list
Berricane, but
they list various chemical anomalies.

I'm just trying to cross reference
with European sites where they've
positively identified Berricane.

We're all so quick to blame,
aren't we? Hmm?

The strange ones,
the ones that don't fit in...

religious nutters...

Danny Edwards?
He wanted to know what happened
to his stepson, and I thought

it was strange.
Didn't want to tell him.

But a couple of days ago,
I thought it was strange
that he DIDN'T want us to do a PM.

What could be more normal
than wanting to know
what happened to your son?

TV IS ON

Pervert!
GLASS SMASHES

TV VOLUME INCREASES

Harry Cunningham, pathologist.

Thanks.

Sorry to disturb you, Mrs Edwards.

He's on the computer.
He's always on the computer.

I just came to tell you that
I've asked the coroner
about releasing Michael's body,

and when he's set a date
for the inquest, he'll be in touch.
I want to take him home.

I know. The place must feel
very empty without him.

Not here. This isn't his home.

SHE KNOCKS DOOR
Danny,
Dr Cunningham wants to talk to you.

Danny?

Danny?

If they find out he's gone...
Do you know where he is?

Do YOU think he's involved in this?

I'm sorry, I don't know.
But you've met him.

You have an opinion.

He's a weak man.

I know that now.

When I met him, I was so naive.

I liked that he was different.

Now all I see is his weakness.

Mrs Edwards, do you know
where he is? Who was he talking to?

TV IS ON

SWITCHES OFF TV

FIRE CRACKLES

Help!

SIRENS BLARE

Jesus, Danny! What have you done?

HE COUGHS AND WHEEZES

We need to get you to A&E.
No! I'm not leaving you out here.

We could take him to my place.

You should get properly checked out.

I don't need a second opinion.
I just need a wash and some sleep.

Nikki says she wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for you.
I taught her science could be fun.

That's not what she was
talking about, though, is it?

'They set fire to his house.'

Who? 'You know who.'

Noel Hopkins. Will you to come down?
Cos he won't talk to me.

'Nikki?'

I'm not a counsellor.
It's not what we're here to do.

We're here to help them find Liam.

Look...

um, I've got to go.

You did it?

You burned his house? Of course not.
I saved him.

I saw in the chat room that they
wanted to hurt him. I was worried.

The house was burning
when I got there. I saved him, Anhil.

And you brought him here?

I'd rather you HAD killed him.

Why would I kill him? I believe in
him. Of course you do. You have to.

What does that mean?
If you admit what everybody knows

about that man, then you gave my son
up to be tortured, to be killed.

You gave Michael to him!
Why did you do that?!

I would do it again.

I have faith in him.
What do you believe in, Anhil?

You killed my son!

You put him in there with him!
I hate you for that!

You started hating me
a long time before this.

I love you. Of course you do.

You love ALL sinners!

We're all just charity to you!

What's wrong, Danny?

Could you not find a wife here?

Or did they all see through you?

Get out of my house, you murderer!
Stop it! You murderer!

Get out!

BEEPING

Thanks. No problem.

Nikki. This is Adam Garner.
What do you think?

Harry just called.
Noel Hopkins has cut his wrists.

Nikki? I think I could have
a good image by morning.

The DNA should be in by then.

We can find out if Francis Neill
really is Liam's uncle.

Did you hear what I said?

cuts on his lower legs and his feet.

And we believe the he may have run
barefoot for some time

through the woods,
before he reached the river.

The river was
his only route of escape.
We believe Michael tried to swim,

but the river was very cold,
the current was very strong.

Drowning in fresh water takes
between three and four minutes.

With Michael,
it might have been quicker.

Fresh water has much less salt in it
than blood.

It's drawn quickly in through
the lungs, into the blood vessels,
places great strain on the heart.

Cardiac arrest would have happened
very quickly.

We found signs of abuse
on Michael's body.

Sexual abuse.
We think it happened that night.

We found no evidence

of prior or...long-term abuse.

Whoever took Michael...

..whoever chased him

is responsible for the events
that led to his death.

They alone are responsible.

Not you - either of you.

No...

You've lost a lot of blood. But
you're going to be OK. No! Help me.

They've stabilised you.

They know what they're doing.

You know what to do. Please...
Do what?

I need this to be over.

Have some pity.

I have to go. I paid him.

Who?

You know.

Adam.

Paid him for what?
He kept writing to me,
threatening to bring it all up again.

So it was true? He told me he wanted
to go to Australia, start again.

I gave him £10,000.

There's nothing left for me now,
Nikki. Tell them.

Tell them what's happened.

Tell them where Liam is.

And if they find him, will everything
be better? He'll be safe.

HE LAUGHS

You're a selfish bastard.

I thought I could save them all.

That's how I'd heal myself,
through all of you.

It happened to me.
I was 10 years old.

I thought everyone could tell
just by looking at me.

But it all looks so normal
from out there, doesn't it?

That's why you cut them open,
isn't it?

To find out what's really inside.

What did he say? It doesn't matter.
We haven't got time to sit around
worrying about Noel Hopkins.

Nikki, come on.

He says he paid off Adam Garner.

That doesn't necessarily mean...
Harry, it might as well be
a signed confession.

That's how it looks.
Is that how it looks to you?

I think Francis Neill
might be Adam Garner.

The abused become abuser...

Isn't that the way it always goes?

Hopkins was abused too.
He's just told me.

He made me who I am, Harry.

What? It's the fourth day.
They're looking for a body now.

I looked up that Belgian case.

The two girls who starved to death?

He kidnapped two other girls.

They found them.

They survived.

I'll have this to you by 10. You
can have it in this evening's paper.

That's very helpful, Dr Alexander.

Is it?

Is any one still looking?

That boy could still be alive.

He could.

We all did our best, Nikki.

DIALLING TONE

Anything?

Nothing. Plenty of it.

HE SIGHS

Hang on.

Go back a bit.

Go back.

For God's sake! They've opened the
line again. It was here, somewhere.

Harry!

TRAIN BEEPS

Look! Look!

Do you want my professional opinion?
It's definitely dead.

Time of death is notoriously
difficult. Shut up! Look at the eyes.

See?

Berricane? Yeah, and I saw a crow
over there yesterday - same thing.

Francis Neill was killed by a train
here. About half a mile away.

Liam must be somewhere round here.

The Berricane must be coming
from somewhere.

The Alaskan leaks were waterborne.
Look down there!

This is well outside the search zone.
There's more of them.
More dead animals.

Some sort of drainage pipe.

Where's this coming from?

There!

We've all been looking
in the wrong direction.

Where the hell does this thing lead?!

Where's the pipe gone? Shit.

There's nothing here.
Maybe we missed something.
What, like a large industrial plant?

DULL CLUNK

CLUNKING

Liam!

Liam! So much
for their safety procedures.

Liam! Liam!

Get me DCI Gallagher. We've found
the container. We're going to need
cutting equipment and an ambulance.

Location approximately one mile
north of the railway tracks,
grid reference SP726349.

Are you in there?! It won't budge!
Jesus.

You're not wearing a chem suit.

Nor are you.

Ben.

This DNA report on Francis Neill...

Are you sure about this?

'Liam?!'

Liam?

Ah, Jesus.

Look.

That's Eddie Stokes.
CLUNKING

Shhh.

Liam?

BIRD CALLS

He was here.

This is where he brought them.
These were Michael Edwards' clothes.

Where is Liam? We'll find him.

But my guess is he was dead
before we even knew he was gone.

But why would he kill him?

He's, he's kept him alive this long,
why not just take him away,
disappear again?

Don't look for logic. You won't
find it here, Dr Cunningham.

We need to tell her.

PHONE RINGS

Hello. 'Nikki, it's Leo.
We found the source of the Berricane.

'It's a old container in the woods.

'And we found...

'Are you still there?' Yep.

'We found Michael's clothes, but...

'we haven't found Liam.'

I know.

'Gallagher thinks he's dead.'

Gallagher's wrong. 'Nikki...'

Liam Neill doesn't exist.
He never did.

There was no boy.

The DNA from the man's razor,
from the child's clothes,

they were the same.

MUSIC: "Grace Kelly" by Mika

MUSIC BECOMES DISTORTED

Robert Wheeler. Born Burringham,
Lincolnshire, 23rd of November 1981.

He was 27 years old. Passing for 12?
How did no-one spot this?

Nobody looked at him twice.
He was just another kid.

He'd been at that school for months.
He befriended Michael Edwards,
another outsider.

Maybe they went to the container
more than once. Michael must have
caught on that night, and he ran.

Michael!

Don't leave me!

Michael!

Oh, yeah. Me and Robert.

Can I keep them? We've already
got you for wasting police time.

Oooh, what's that, community service?

Maybe they'll let me help out
with the Boy Scouts.

He was a big football fan,
young Robert.

He would pop round sometimes,
I'd tell him about the great
Arsenal team of the '70s -

Brady, Stapleton and old Terry Neill.

Now, that was a manager,
he really knew what he was doing.

Liam Brady, Francis Stapleton,

Terry Neill.

He got the names
off a bloody Arsenal poster.

It's all been a bit of a wild goose
chase for you this, hasn't it?

You mind dropping me home?
It's on your way.

Don't push it, Mr Stokes.

You must feel pretty stupid. You
were all running around looking for
a child who was never really there.

All that science,
and you couldn't even see
what was in front of your eyes.

You need to look after your health,
Mr Stokes. You what?

Have you been to the doctor about
your eyes? You must have noticed.

The yellowing
of the whites of your eyes.

I saw it in Michael Edwards' body,
in Robert Wheeler's body?

But even Robert
wasn't as advanced as you.

You must have been going there
for years. Going where?

The container. Didn't you know?

It's contaminated.

Your body is riddled
with a toxin called Berricane.

Your liver is shutting down
and your blood will refuse to clot.

Don't worry, though.
You've probably got a few months.

A few very painful months.
You jumped-up little bitch!

Oi! Get off her! You're lying,
you're lying! She's a lying bitch.

She's trying to mess with my head.
It's... Karma?

The places you've been, Mr Stokes.

They never really leave you behind.

You all right?

I don't know how you handle it,

dealing with this stuff every day.

Funny. I was going to ask you
the same thing.

Will Sanath be there at the funeral?
You remember them playing together?

They were four.

Michael never forgot him.

Take Michael home.

It's important.

And then...

come back to me?

"To whom it may concern.

"I was a student of Noel Hopkins
for five years
at Abbots Secondary School.

"He was an inspirational teacher and
I came to think of him as a friend.

"He helped me during a very
difficult period of my life,

"when nobody else
was willing to take that risk.

"For that,
I repaid him with suspicion,

"and I regret any harm I may have
done to him and his reputation.

"He only ever acted towards me
with propriety, respect and charity.

"I would put my own children
in his care.

"Yours sincerely,

"Adam Garner."

Gallagher found him in Australia.

He had no idea.

Everyone wants you to stay, Noel.

The parents, the teachers,
the kids...

Even the governors.

You belong here.

You were put under
a lot of pressure, by all the people
who should have known better.

Everyone doubted you. I doubted you.

I prefer my apologies
in writing these days, Dr Alexander.

I tried to kill myself
because they weren't going to let me
be headmaster any more.

Because I'd no longer be
a figure of adulation and fear
to a bunch of 12-year-olds.

You see,

however much these kids needed me,

I needed them more.

When I was dying,
lives flashed in front of my eyes,
and none of them were mine.

I've been missing out, Nikki.

Noel Hopkins -
a warning from history.

Oh, think of me as homework, Nikki.

With two Ks and a heart
above the I.

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