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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.

Anna, you twat!

Hurry up and put your clothes on,

- you're making me cold. - Here.

Anna!

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!

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...

been a weird day.

OK.

I'm partly here because of, Mary Burkeman.

You've found her?

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.

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.

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?

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.

Shit.

Alex.

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.

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.

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...

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...

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.

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.

I didn't watch much television,

but I really liked All Saints.

And where did you listen to them?

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.

- 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?

- OK. Yeah. - All right?

Deep breaths, for me please.

That's it.

Right.

OK?

- No, no, no. - 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.

Which I believe you manage.

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?

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.

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?

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...

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.

OK.

Thought you might change your mind.

Come downstairs, please.

Tea's ready.

We need to talk.