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We have now
defrosted and processed

all of the bodies.

All male, except one.

Champignon de mousse.

So, she could have died
in a swimming pool?

So you're someone else
who wants to know

what it's like to be
attracted to children?

It can be fun, you know?
I'll make it fun.

Carl was an abuser.
There were lots of parties.

May I ask, Harriet, why now?

I had a dream about my daughter.

She disappeared from school.

The church isn't always locked.

It's not just us, you know.

Stop!

He needs one more.

She knows too much.

Wait, are you timing?

Timing's irrelevant, though.

How long has it been though?

Emily?

Shush.

-Emily?
-Shush!

Emily!

Jesus!

Did your hand get stuck
or something?

'Cause I was genuinely
spooked there for a second.

What was it like?

It's all right.
It's not as bad as all that.

Did you even do it though?

Of course.

Oh!

Anna, you twat!

Hurry up and
put your clothes on,

-you're making me cold.
-Here.

Anna!

Oh, my God.

Shit, it's all over you.

What about you, Bethan?

No, I thought not.

Charity case.

OK, come on.
I can't be arsed with this lot.

Genuinely though,
that's so lame.

Let's go.

Bethan?

Bethan, don't. It's done.

What do I have to do?

Quickly. I can do it.

You bring up
a handful of the black silt

in between the rocks
at the bottom.

It's stupid. Please, get out.
You don't have to do it.

Bethan.

Bethan!

Bethan? Bethan?

Bethan!

♪ Uneasy music playing

♪ Rock-a-bye, baby
on the tree top ♪

♪ When the wind blows
the cradle will rock ♪

♪ When the bough breaks
the cradle will fall ♪

♪ It will fall

♪ And down will come baby
cradle and all ♪

♪ Hush, little baby

♪ Don't you weep

Ma'am?

OK, that's...

It's Mary Burkeman.

A member of the public
called it in.

Heard a loud splash
and then a scream.

And it happened here?

I need this gone.

I need it to stop.

And at the moment,
this just feels endless.

Death after death after death.

And we look incompetent,
because we are incompetent.

I have worked my entire life.

I've done everything
I was supposed to do.

And now it doesn't matter
what I do,

this is all I or you
will ever be.

We'll be the women that failed.

Kebabs.

Chilli sauce and
onions on both. Delicious.

-Can I come in?
-Sure.

I know it's late.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

I know. I know. It's, erm...

been a weird day.

OK.

I'm partly here because of,
erm, Mary Burkeman.

You've found her?

Ah.

Yeah.

It's not like the others.

She was pulled from the river.

So, that's the last
of her family.

-She's all alone.
-Mm.

If Victoria has done this...

will it stop now?

We need it to stop.

I need it to stop.

I've never felt so needed
in my entire life.

And it is a horrible,
horrible thing.

I can't let them down.

You won't.

You won't.

Yeah, I'm sorry it's 2:00 a.m.

It's absolutely 2:00 a.m.

I know.

Should I just fuck off
and I'll see you later?

Sure.

Yeah, I'm not gonna kiss you,
'cause I just had a kebab.

So I'll just plant one there
instead.

Night, night.

Night.

Control to all units,

we have reports of
a break-in in progress.

Suspect may still be
on the premises.

Backup requested, over.

Anything?

Nope.

Neighbour said
they heard the smash.

Saw someone in a hood
tryin' to jimmy the lock.

Have you tried the door?

Police! Is anyone here?

Looks like it's been
empty for months.

My money's on drugs.

What the hell?

Rob? Rob.

David fucking White.

Staring at us on CCTV.

Are Victoria and David
working together?

How could we miss this?

I... At the very least,
these images confirm

that Victoria has been
keeping her mother captive.

Could she have been...

delivering her?

Th-There's no way
they'd be working together.

She's after his associates.

Yeah, as far as we know.
What about Bethan Pryce?

What about her?

Well, the pond water
you collected

was a match for the diatoms
in Bethan's lungs.

She drowned in that pond
near Beecham College,

while in Victoria Burkeman's
year there.

She was then found
hidden in a crypt

less than a mile
from the school.

Yeah, I'm not doubting
she's connected.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

Yeah, I just...

I don't think Victoria
is guilty of her death.

I don't.

What I don't understand
is... is how she's

hiding so successfully.

Hmm. She doesn't use cards,

she uses burner phones,

and we've only got
her school photograph.

It's like we're chasing
somebody who doesn't exist.

Ma'am.

Sorry to interrupt.

I followed up after your
meeting with Eleanor Lowry,

and I found this image

from an online
Oxford University archive.

The man here with the glasses

is the psychiatrist
Dr Julian Carter.

He's the man who said
that Victoria was lying

about being abused
when she was a teenager.

This is him at Oxford.
And this guy on the left...

Ben Burkeman.

And that is Bertram Lowry.

Carl's father?

And Eleanor's.

So when Dr Carter confirmed

that Victoria had
made it all up,

it suggests a group of abusers

have used their own
psychiatrist mate

to silence their victims.

Dr Carter died
five years ago, cancer.

And Bertram Lowry passed away
from a heart attack in 2010.

Fuck!

Why is everyone dead?

Well, I need coffee.

Mike?

Fuck!

Uniform called it in.

It was only when
speaking to the landlord,

Victoria's name was flagged.

She leaves him cash
in an envelope every month.

Has done since 2010.

He's in his eighties.

He's... he's, he's been
living under a rock.

-All right, guv?
-Mm.

This bracelet, that's a match
to the one Bethan had.

Jeanette?

Yeah.

Look.

What is that?

Beecham College.

Hi, bunny.

I need everything
in this room bagged.

Everything means something.

She broke that window
on purpose.

She wants us to see.

We got a match.

That girl in the freezer.

Eva's analysed the semen found
and we've got a match.

Liam Draper, 19 years old.

Previous for petty theft.

Ah, shit.

-Alex.
-Hmm.

Has something happened?
Is everything OK?

Is it Jeanette?

Alex.

Is she here?

Now? No.

So she's been here?

But she's not here now.

But you've been
spending time together?

-Hangin' out?
-I...

Are you sleeping with my wife?

I'm sorry?

You're obfuscating.

I'm asking you a question.

Are you fucking my wife?

Alex, I'm sorry
you feel like this.

Er... I can't help you.
I barely know your wife.

What do you want with us?

Stay away from us!

Get out!

Get out.

Out.

Afternoon, sir.
Could I just have

-a second of your time, please?
-No, thank you.

Er... That's all right,
have a lovely day.

Hi. Er, sorry, it's not often
I get people approaching me.

Er, but before I tell you
a little bit about what we do,

are you both
having a lovely day?

Liam Draper?
DCI Jeanette Kilburn.

DC Mike Dilliston.

With Bristol
Metropolitan Police.

You know you're supposed to go
through my parole officer?

I asked that anything like
that can be done through him.

Look, it's not good
for the cause.

You can call
your parole officer.

Or a solicitor.

What's the point?

Look, is there somewhere
private we can talk?

Yeah, whatever. Fine.

Go on, then.

So, Liam, there's
no easy way to say this,

but earlier this week,

several bodies were
found up at a farm.

You don't think I had anything
to do with that, do you?

Do you?

For fuck's sake, man.
I swear I never...

OK, just...

Among the bodies,
we found one female body.

We've not been
able to identify her,

but we have found various
DNA samples from her,

and you have been identified.

You can't be serious.

You think I murdered someone?

It's not me. You're wrong.
You've got the wrong person.

I'd like to show you
her photograph.

Show me her, because I don't
fucking know her, all right?

I don't know why my DN...

You OK, Liam?

What happened to her hair?

What?

Rach's hair.

Rach?

That's Rachel.

Oh, my God.

Who did this to her?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

Tell us about her.

Go on, tell us about Rachel.

She was my girlfriend.

Mm-hmm.

She went missing. And...

I never saw her again.

Well, when was this?

It was five years ago.

Tuesday, the 20th
of November, 2019.

Yeah.

That was the last time
I saw her.

As much information
as you can, Liam, please.

Her name is Rachel Fisher.

I met her at Ledford House.

We were there at the same time.

Ledford House?

Yeah.

Run me through the day she
went missing, Liam, please.

It was just a normal day.

And we hung out in the morning.

She was going to a party
that night, so I...

just sat with her while
she did her makeup.

What kind of party?

I don't know.

I never got invited.
She said I couldn't come.

She got all quiet
and... and sad,

and I hated seeing her
like that so, I just...

I didn't ask.

And now...
now I'd have known better.

But I was just a kid.

No, we were both just kids.

We hung out,
she went to a party,

and she never came back.

Did you have sex with her

the day she went to the party?

Yeah. Erm...

Yeah, we did, yeah.

But I asked her so many times
if she was sure.

All right? She said she wanted
to do it with someone that...

that loved her.

That was the only time we, uh...

How many samples?

You said before there was
more than one DNA sample.

How many?

-I'm not...
-How many?

Five. Not including yours.

I told the staff.

I told them, and...

and they said
they'd look into it,

but they couldn't
make her come back

if she didn't want to.

It's bullshit.

Would you make an official
statement for us, Liam?

Yeah.

Yeah, whatever you need. Yeah.

I know you probably
can't tell me, but...

What happened to her hair?

I'm sorry, Liam, we don't know.

OK.

Thank you, Liam.

Two bodies, decades apart,
from the same care home.

I'm gonna call them now.

No, we go in person.

But we can't.

You gotta meet
with Eleanor Lowry.

Oh... shit.

Take a seat wherever
you're comfortable, Eleanor.

We're very grateful to you
for coming in today.

Thank you.

If you think this will help,
then that's fine.

Let's do it.

Hi, Eleanor.

My name's Dr Sophia Craven,

and I am here to help with

some of the more
difficult questions.

OK.

How well have you briefed her?

Well enough.

She's instinctive.

She'll feel her way through it.

What can happen
when we experience trauma

is that our brain can
compartmentalise it.

It can almost isolate the memory

and say, "No, thanks,"
and it locks it away.

It's a really smart thing to do.

It's just, in this case,

your memories potentially
contain evidence

that will help the police
bring people to justice.

I'm aware.

OK.

Would you like to begin

by telling me a memory
from that time?

Did you have a favourite
television programme?

Or maybe some music
you liked to listen to?

-I liked All Saints.
-Ah.

I didn't watch much television,

but I really liked All Saints.

And where did you
listen to them?

Erm... in my room...

in the car... with my mother.

And what was your mother like?

She was pleasant enough.

Never unkind to me.

Did enough mothering
not to be caught out.

What's in the bags?

I have some items

that we've retrieved
from a property believed to be

Victoria Burkeman's
last known address.

Police just wanted to see
if you recognised anything.

So, what's
the first thought you have

when you see that spoon?

Swimming pool.

The parties...

pool...

friends...

Ben, Peter...

David...

Daddy...

the girls.

Pretty girls get picked.

Me...

Pick me.

Who are the girls, Eleanor?

Daughters, friends,

the wives.

Could you pick that spoon up?

Just...

hold it, just for a moment.

I...

She fell in the pool.

She fell in the pool.

Who?

We all got given drugs,

things to take to relax us.

She was meant for my brother.

Excuse me?

He had her later, of course,

but she was too
strong-willed that day.

Where's the pool?

Alma mater.

What does she mean,
"Alma mater"?

What happened, Eleanor?
Can you tell me?

She did it on purpose...

tried to die.

Could she swim?

Everyone saw.

It was awful. My father was...

I'd never seen him like that.

But Carl had been
promised a girl.

There had to be a girl...

so why not me?

Is this ethical?

You mean, "Is it admissible?"

Then it began in earnest.

Three knocks on
my bedroom door for him.

Two knocks for Carl.

Stare at my ceiling for hours,

and wonder...

Could she even swim?

My God.

Can you swim?

Are you all right?

All right, that's enough.

Come on.
Let's get some fresh air.

All right.

-Oh, sorry.
-You OK?

-Yeah.
-Have a seat. Sit down.

That's it, take a nice breath.

-OK?
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

You stay here and wait for me
to clock off work now.

No, no, er...

My doctor's appointment.

I've got the results
of that MRI.

Right, you go home,

and you run yourself
a nice bath,

and you just relax,

and I'm gonna meet
you there, OK?

-Mm, OK. Yeah.
-All right?

Deep breaths, for me please.

That's it.

Right.

OK?

-Oh, no, no, no.
-Oh, hey, I got ya. I got ya.

Rang the home about Rachel.

They said that her file
has been returned

back to the management company.

And I've got you a meeting.

When?

Now.

Cheers, Mike.

Thank you for seeing me

at such short notice.

No problem at all. Have a seat.

Thank you.

Now, then, can I offer you

a cup of tea? Coffee?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Well, that's a shame.

I've been told I make
a rather excellent brew.

Not a skill to be
underestimated.

Well, truth be told,

my wife took pity on me.

When she saw what
I'd been serving up,

she took me in hand.

Now, er, just so
I get this straight,

er, one of my home managers
rang earlier.

She said you wanted to inquire

about some records
for a Rachel...

-Fisher.
-Fisher.

Yes. Yes.

We've been
looking into the deaths

of two former residents
of Ledford House.

-Mm.
-Which I believe you manage.

Mm.

Yeah, we do
manage Ledford, yeah.

Obviously, we'll help you with
your inquiries any way we can.

How much do you have to do

with the day-to-day running
of Ledford House?

Ah. Do you know,
I must confess, I...

I've never actually
been to Ledford.

We manage quite
a number of properties,

businesses,
facilities in the area.

So, a missing child
wouldn't be enough

to provoke you to visit?

Yeah, I hear how it sounds.

And... and, you're right
to be outraged.

Part of my work

in the management of homes
such as Ledford

is an attempt to transform
the way they've been run.

It's a sorry state of affairs,

but the truth is that
only two missing children,

decades apart
from the same home,

is seen in
the British care system

as a resounding success.

-"Only."
-I know.

I've been looking
at the figures.

They're pretty disheartening.

One in ten children
in the care system

will be reported missing
at any one time,

but that...
that's still a hypothetical,

one in ten.

Last year, the actual
figure was 12,738.

That's real children.

Now, that's just the data
on the ones reported missing.

These are kids
as young as seven, eight.

Sometimes they're runaways.

Yeah, sometimes.

But sometimes
they're trafficked,

or they're addicted to drugs
before their tenth birthdays,

or they attempt suicide.

We simply don't know,

because the government
don't want to look.

And while a single missing child

is devastating, unacceptable,

two in ten years,

that's considered
pretty good going.

Anyway...

It was information on
Rachel Fisher you wanted.

Yes, please.

Where are we? Er... Here we are.

So, her file came back to us
when we reported her missing.

After she disappeared,

-the police were contacted...
-They were contacted?

Yeah, of course.

But unfortunately,
no one ever followed up.

You'll find all the details,

including the incident
reference number, in that file.

Thank you for your time.

Well, er, look, if there's
anything else you need,

please don't hesitate to ask.

We're... we're always here.

Ah! Have you met my wife?
Catherine, come say hello.

Lovely to meet you.

It's lovely to meet you, too.
And thank, thank you for this.

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

And, thank... thank you.

Jeanette?

Right. Just spoke
to Piers Stirling.

He told me they reported
Rachel missing at the time.

They've given me a folder with
the incident ref and everything.

He's saying that no one from
the police ever followed it up.

What?

We just look like morons,
because we are fucking morons.

You don't think...

They reached out to us
at the time and we did nothin'.

That's not good.

No, I'm on my way back now.

See if I can salvage
any of this mess.

Listen, there's something
that I need from you first.

Why? What is it?

Could you meet me at
the emergency mortuary?

It's important.

Yeah, sure.

-Thanks.
-See you in a bit.

Bollocks!

Can you swim?

Mike.

Jamal Ismael.

Hadi Rafiq.

Abib Tesfaye.

Nam Nguyen.

Zalmay Kahn.

And Rachel Fisher.

I... I know, er, we're
under no legal obligation

to inform their families.

I get it, I do.

I just... I feel
strongly about this.

Just because
they're not British citizens,

or they've been
lost in the system,

it doesn't mean we can
forget about them.

We can follow the case
and do the right thing.

I agree, Mike.

You've done them proud.

Thanks, Eva.

Thanks, everyone.

What is it?

I want to ask

what the psychiatrist was doing

in the mortuary the other night.

-At the mortuary?
-At the mortuary.

How come?

And you're sure it was her?

Oh, yeah, I'm positive.

I know that you're
working together.

Yeah?

Or whatever unorthodox thing
it is that you're doing.

But that was a huge breach
of security on my part.

She does not have clearance
to be there alone.

None of you do.

Of course, mate.

I'm really sorry
that happened, OK?

I'll talk to her.

See that you do.

And if you look here,
see this little area right here?

Hippocampus.

So, what we might
expect to see here

in someone with your symptoms

would be white spots
or signs of atrophy,

particularly
hippocampal atrophy,

like shrinkage.

But this, as you can see,
is entirely normal.

Congratulations,
you're a perfect specimen.

Excuse me a moment.

You OK?

I'm fine.

I've been meaning
to ask you, erm...

How come you were at
the mortuary on Monday night?

I wasn't.

Eva said she saw you there.

But why on earth
would I be in a mortuary

on a Monday night?

She must have you
confused, then.

-I think she must.
-Yeah.

Do you wanna
stay at mine tonight?

I wish.

Believe it or not, I should go

because my dad'll be
wondering where I am.

Yeah. 47.

Living with my dad.

It's fucking bleak.

OK, I'm going to leave
the door on the latch

in case you change your mind.

I'll think about it. Thank you.

You just rest tonight.

-Mm-hmm.
-OK.

Mm. Thought you might
change your mind.

Come downstairs, please.

Tea's ready.

We need to talk.