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Coming through loud and clear. Yeah. Oh, the Nash one was at the Old Bailey, yeah,

but the CPS thought trying her here would get less attention.

Huh! That worked.

THE CROWD SHOUTS AND JEERS Yes.

OK, two minutes.

Yeah, I'll just run through it, OK.

An extremely angry crowd has gathered here

outside Humberside Crown Court...

...in... Lincoln... that's where we are...

...where former nurse Alice Bell has just been sentenced.

She will now serve only 18 months for falsifying operating theatre records,

providing an alibi for her former boyfriend

anaesthetist and serial killer Jason Nash

known colloquially as the Sandman...

...sh... should I say that?

The nickname. YELLING CONTINUES

Yeah, OK, will do.

He, of course, already serving life for the murders...

So, you're going to come to me at that point? Yes.

Oh, actually... just run past me quickly what you're gonna say.

Well, just that after she's released

that she will be relocated somewhere in Britain under a new identity,

urge the public not to try to find her...

There she is! Come on!

They're taking her out of a different door. Can we go live?

Come on. THE SHOUTING INCREASES

Get back! Move back!

You witch.

THE CROWD ROAR ANGRILY

That's her!

That's not her.

Shit, it's a decoy.

She's over here!

Where? Go around the back. Alice!

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Alice!

THE ANGRY SHOUTING CONTINUES

You'll burn in hell, witch!

Murderer!

Go to hell!

That's her. Alice?

Somebody has to be here to bring you the truth.

Because I tell you where you're not gonna get it,

not from the mainstream media...

Online rumours are rife about the new identity of

the serial killer Jason Nash's former girlfriend, Alice Bell.

Alice.

...not from the liberal metropolitan elite.

CROWD LAUGHS

Do you think they're gonna tell you the truth about this woman?

She lives there. Alice!

So, if you look at the way that Bell is standing here,

she has a slight stoop.

I mean it is just crazy how many people want to find this woman.

She is like a Lady Lucan or a...

Someone who may not just be an accomplice, but a murderer.

Are you OK with this evil witch living on your street?

In your town? Near your family?

We need to find her.

I am True Crime Buster, and we are going to make her pay.

Violet, can you check on Macie for me, please? Yeah, sure.

Oh, you know that couple that came in last week? Yeah.

I think they're gonna buy that farmhouse.

You know, the one we've been trying to shift for ages?

Oh, really? Yeah.

Did you tell them about the bypass?

Uh... no, no, it didn't come up. It will in the search.

Jay.

She's asleep.

And how was your day?

Oh, well...

...the council are still talking about draining that main pool.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Even though none of those children actually got Legionnaires' disease.

What about Sienna Philips?

What? That was a verruca.

It was nothing to do with it.

Let's watch it again.

No. Yeah. Nick, I can't do this. No, Nick.

Come on.

Oh, yeah. No, Nick.

Oh, my God, you've favourited it?

Yeah, of course I did, gotta show the grandchildren.

I can assure users of our facilities

that the hygiene standards of our pool

are the best in the Northants area.

Ever since the wave machine was installed,

we've had regular checks... Oh, shut up, you idiots!

Everyone watching must've thought,

"God, this woman's had a lot of media training."

Look, give me a break, all right?

I only did the stupid interview

cos Jo McCluskey was too scared to face the cameras.

I just love the way you use the Legionnaires' scare

to get in a plug for the wave machine. JAY AND VIOLET LAUGH

No-one read the comments, right?

She's got weird feet anyway.

Who has?

Sienna Phillips.

No, I'm sure she hasn't.

How do you know what her feet look like?

Stop making that face.

You're so desperate to have a girlfriend

you're now literally pretending you've got one.

Shut up, Violet.

Shut up, Violet. Hey, hey, OK,OK.

Listen, my handsome man will definitely have a girlfriend

once he stops rushing to get one. VIOLET LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY

Oh, Nick, I meant to tell you, this morning...

SMASHING SOUND, THEY SCREAM

VIOLET WHIMPERS

Oh, my God.

Uh, right, stay here, don't touch anything.

Oh, God.

Jay, Violet, are you OK? Are you OK? Yeah, Yeah. Yeah?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Who are you?

Oh, my God, Macie, Macie, oh, my God...

Hey, just... just watch your feet. FRAN WHIMPERS

Don't touch it, you idiot.

Why not? I don't know, it could be evidence or something.

She's OK.

I couldn't see anyone.

Who would do this?

I knew you should have told that couple about the bypass.

Not funny.

At least not funny right now.

Uh... yeah, thanks, uh... police, please.

We have no idea who did it,

but the police are supposed to be looking into it.

All right. Thank you.

You OK? Yeah, I'm trying to be.

I'll see you later. All right.

Oh, fuck off, Violet.

Uh, Jay, don't speak to your sister like that.

I'm just saying what if it was Staz or one of his mates?

Hang on, wait...

You told me they stopped bullying you in year nine.

Yeah, they did.

So over.

OK, well if they are still having a go at you, you need to tell me, OK?

OK.

Love you. Love you. Bye.

Love you. I love you.

God...

I mean not being funny,

but there's all those Afghans and Albanians staying at the hotel...

Oh, Suzanne, please, don't start.

Oh, OK, OK.

We're gonna have a lovely day though aren't we, Macie?

All right, thank you. See you later. Ta-ra.

Morning. Morning, Fran.

ERROR NOISE Ooh, something's wrong, with my computer, Sanj.

Might need to upgrade the spam filter.

All right.

FRAN GROANS

You out on the razz last night? I wish.

Someone threw a brick through our window.

What?

What is happening to this town?

Yeah, last week a gang of kids posted some dog shit

through the letterbox in my brother's house.

Why don't we, uh, go for a drink tonight?

I'll take you to the new cocktail bar.

Oh. What's it called again?

Shots and Giggles.

God, really?

Afraid so.

OK.

Ooh.

Blimey, loads of people are interested in our wave machine. Mmm.

You'll be asleep by six?

Fucking trolls.

They love to mess with your head.

Isn't that what... um... what that fella said?

You know, um... back when whatever it was...

The anaesthetist? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he killed all those people. Yeah... Yeah.

"You'll be asleep by six."

That was his catchphrase, as he used to put people under.

Who's sending all these?

BEEPING

Sanjay?

Jesus. The whole system's crashed.

FRAN'S PHONE RINGS

Hiya, Suzanne, you all right?

What? Why? Is she ill?

SUZANNE'S MUFFLED VOICE ON PHONE

Yep, OK. Yeah, I'll leave straight away.

What's happening?

Just, uh, sorry, childminder's playing up.

Today is not turning out to be the best of days.

Sorry she's so tetchy, she barely slept last night.

No, I told you, I don't wanna look after kids who've had the MMR.

I don't agree with it.

Suzanne, we spoke about this months ago.

Yeah, well, I don't want her in my house any more.

All right, all right! Calm down!

Look, can... can I bring her back tomorrow?

No, not tomorrow, not ever.

OK, Macie-Moo.

Well, what happened with Suzanne?

I don't know, she was just been really weird.

I mean, I love my granddaughter to bits, as you know,

but I think sometime you and Nick can forget,

I have a life too, you know.

I'm really sorry about this, Tanita.

And thank you, thanks again.

All right, little baby.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

You OK?

Is it the brick?

Or is it about Sienna?

She definitely liked me before, whatever you think.

OK, whatever.

I'm not a stupid incel, Violet.

Yeah, today she... well, she ghosted me.

And she wouldn't even look at me in class.

Well, I hate to break it to you, Jay,

but teenage girls can be quite fickle.

Something's going on, something weird.

Don't be a twat, it's not that deep.

Hey, sweet spot.

Girlies?

Girls?

Hannah.

Sorry, had to drop Macie off at my mother-in-law's.

I'll ring you back.

Right, is my computer working now?

Fran, hold on a minute.

Oh, Sanjay, don't wind me up now, I'm really not in the mood.

No, no, those trolls...

Listen love, we don't believe any of it.

Any of what?

Everyone here is right behind you.

Uh, we're gonna give you all the support you need to clear your name.

Yeah, of course.

Sorry, what the fuck are you two on about?

What?

They think I'm her?

Why?

I mean, she doesn't even look like me.

Does she?

No, no, of course not.

No, but they're probably thinking, it's been 16 years since that photo

she's probably had work done,

she's older, she might have put on weight.

What? So I'm an older, fatter version of a serial killer's whore?

No, no. And...

...I think mistress is probably more accurate.

Nick, as you put it, not funny...

...not now.

Sorry.

16 years.

It's amazing, the bloody tabloid stamina for her.

MACIE GURGLES Hey....Hey. Hi.

Yeah, but...

...this was only two weeks ago.

See, he's been asking for it for ages

but now his lawyers are saying it's now a realistic possibility.

Oh, really?

Yeah, you see, he's blaming it all on her, Alice Bell.

She was the evil mastermind, not him...

...that's his case.

It was her who fetched the drugs, I suppose.

But, why me? HALLWAY FLOORBOARD CREAKS

Um, have you been listening?

Look, we need to talk about this.

About what?

Don't pretend you don't know, I hate it when you do that.

Look...

...everyone's being really off with us at school.

Oh, shit, really?

Yeah.

It's really messed up.

All my friends are like suddenly blanking me, like totally.

I'm uh...

...really sorry.

It's not your fault.

I feel like it is though.

Why?

Why would anyone even think she was you?

Look, there's this guy... online...

He calls himself a... it's stupid but...

...he calls himself True Crime Buster.

It's the same old usual story,

the mainstream media decides what you the public,

can or cannot know,

but we the True Crime Busting community,

we know that atrocities such as those committed by Alice Bell

need the disinfectant of sunlight constantly shone upon them.

So...

...here's this woman, "Fran Da Silva",

supposedly just a normie,

but, if we apply facial recognition imaging to her face,

it's a 74% match.

Fran De Silva, Alice Bell.

Christ, so it's all come from this guy watching my stupid interview?

Well, he's driving it, but...

We are going to make her pay.

There's always a whole community of these fucking dickheads.

Uh, Violet!

Sorry.

Alice/Fran was found guilty of giving Jason Nash an alibi.

But we know she was guilty of more, don't we?

You were clever of course,

no two deaths the same.

Gas embolism, anaphylaxis...

...some on the table, some after in the ICU.

But meanwhile, 14 innocent people are dead...

...a young boy is now blind,

and all because you wanted to play God,

isn't that the case, Jason?

Oh...

...playing God...

What a sixth form notion, DC Robbins.

Jason, no comment, please.

Obviously, in an operating theatre,

one would like to feel like a higher authority,

but of course you can be undermined in there.

I suggest you speak to my Operating Department Practitioner.

Your theatre nurse, Ms Bell?

With whom you were having a relationship?

That's correct, yes... were...

...past tense.

And, um, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You're suggesting that because you jilted her,

she deliberately overdosed patients

to make you look like a killer.

Why then she would give you an alibi?

Shame?

Guilt?

Realising, after my arrest, that she was still in love with me?

Who knows?

You'll have to ask her.

Yeah, so, another investigation is open regarding Ms Bell,

which is still on going.

A LOUD THUMP, MACIE CRIES Oh, my God.

Oh, Macie, she's OK, she's OK, fine.

Oh.

Oh, my God, I'm such a shit mum,

worrying about all of this madness

and not worrying enough about my own...

It's OK, it's OK.

Oh, that's gonna bruise.

God... I am a monster. No, you're not.

Look, it all blow over.

You know, it's just shite on the internet,

they'll be making up bollocks about someone else by Monday.

Maybe.

Sh.

Alice/Fran was found guilty of giving Jason Nash an alibi.

But we know she was guilty of more, don't we?

All right? Yeah.

You OK?

Yeah.

Alice/Fran was found guilty of giving Jason Nash an alibi.

But we know she was guilty of more, don't we?

It's Fran.

Fran.

Fran, F-R-A-N.

Citizens of Woodgate,

your peaceful law-abiding town may be under threat.

Those number don't lie, and that's more than enough for me.

Sanjay!

How was your weekend?

Fine... thanks.

Good.

And, uh, Jo?

How was yours?

Jo?

Yours?

Hmm? Yeah, good, thanks.

What's uh... what's she... Oh, don't worry,

I'm just waiting for her grandmother to finish pilates and then she'll...

No, I mean, what's happened to her head?

Oh, fell off the bed.

Uh, Fran... SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

We never went to Shots and Giggles, did we?

Um, can we have a... a word in private, maybe in the back office?

What's it about?

JO SIGHS

Prefer it if we talked behind closed doors.

Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of my co-workers.

Isn't that right, Sanjay?

MACIE CRIES

OK, if you insist.

- For God's sake. - Fran! Fran! MACIE KEEPS CRYING

Look, I'm really sorry.

It's... it's just until these unfortunate rumours pass,

and I'm... I'm sure they will pass.

And you're gonna let me know when that is, will you?

Fran, I...I really think it's for the best, you know.

I mean some of the staff,

they've said that they, um...

...they feel unsafe in the work place and...

Just last week you were all saying you were gonna stand by me.

Huh! That lasted, didn't it?

Fran, just look around, where is everyone?

You're not saying that people aren't coming

because everyone in Woodgate thinks...

We've just got the wave machine back in,

they should be queuing round the block.

No-one queues for a wave machine, Joanne.

My hands are tied.

What does that even mean?

I could take you to a tribunal for this.

Hmm. Yeah, but you're not gonna, are you?

Fuck off, Jo.

Shit. Um... that's unbelievable.

Look, um...

I didn't mention this yesterday as you were worried enough, but um...

Mrs Smithson phoned up at the bloody point of sale

and took that house off our books.

What?

Contracts drawn up and everything.

And when I asked her for an explanation,

she said I should... ask you.

Me? Ask me?

She lives... that house is like 20 miles away.

Yeah, I guess news does travel fast. CALL WAITING BEEPS

Hang on, the school's ringing me now.

Hello.

It's Miss Gage at Woodgate high,

I'm afraid there's been an incident with Jay.

Oh, my God. What happened?

Kids.

Right, well thanks for going into so much detail, Miss Garcia.

What's wrong with people?

Can we just go home, please?

Hey, tell me who did this, was it Staz?

Now.

Murderer!

Christ. Have they done this, because they think that...

Hey, Alice.

Serial killer shagger.

OK, enough. All of you inside now.

You know that's my mum you're talking about?

Jay, let's go.

Not your real Mum, twat.

Come on.

OK?

JAY WINCES Ow!

Sorry. Ow.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Baby. Hey, it won't stop bleeding.

Sorry this is happening.

Here we go.

Oh, you found it?

Uh, yeah, under the stairs, where you said.

How you doing?

Fine.

You should see the other guy. What?

Well, that's what tough men say when they've been in a fight,

"You should see the other guy."

You're so cringe.

Hey, keep pressure on it.

Right, so your idea with all this stuff is we do what exactly?

Well, show them to your boss, put photos online,

do something to prove to the world that you're not, you know...

Alice Bell was born in Ireland,

then the family moved to Northern Ireland,

then Britain.

They moved around a lot, crazy,

Yorkshire, Cardiff, London...

Oh, well if she lived in Wales for a bit, that's me done for.

Got a place on a medical course...

...then first job, got involved with Jason Nash.

It's a sad story.

Well, let's not start feeling sorry for her.

Well, she was an abuse victim herself.

Like with the Sandman...

...it was obviously a coercive relationship.

Really creepy, he's like 20 years older than her, a doctor.

Yeah, yeah, it is gross.

Yeah, but what she did, I mean changing the records,

so it looked like he wasn't even there when people died?

I mean, that's messed up.

It didn't make any real difference,

all the people he killed was before that.

Yes, and no,

that 11-year-old kid who lost his eyesight on the operating table,

that was afterwards.

Nash was only still allowed to work at that point because of her.

Oh, how do you know that?

Well, it says here.

Whoa.

What?

Uh, True Crime Buster's doing his livestream.

Why are you watching that dickhead?

To keep an eye on him. But look...

...we've been doxxed.

What? He's posted a photo of where we live.

Oh, that's not a photo.

What?

Where's...

Look.

Oh...

They're filming us,

he's livestreaming. SHOUTING OUTSIDE

Jay.

Jay, Violet, stay away from the door.

Dad, I'm scared.

Yeah, so am I.

Now, go to your rooms, shut the doors.

Go, go, go, go. Come on, come on.

Your dad's right. Come on, Jay.

I'll check out the back.

SHOUTING CONTINUES

Police, please.

Police, what is your emergency?

Yeah, sorry, I need help at 33 Gorse Gardens, Woodgate, please.

Yes, right away.

THE MOB CLAMOUR Look...

...look, this...

...this is my passport.

THE SHOUTING INTENSIFIES This... Murderer!

...look this is my birth certificate.

My... my GCSE results.

You're Alice.

Yeah, my 100m swimming certificate.

All in my name... It's not you!

Fran... Fran Parker as was.

Just shut up and let her speak.

Look this is my marriage certificate when I became Fran Da Silva.

This... this is me.

Please, I'm not her.

We all know you're her.

I'm not her.

Jason Nash is innocent, you killed those patients.

You blinded that boy. You're the Sandman's whore.

Right Fran, just go back inside.

Just Fran, just please go.

Nick... Nick, I just wanted them to see me.

You just want to believe what you want to believe.

Someone needs to make you pay for what you did, because they won't.

That's just conspiracy bollocks.

Like, who is they? Who are they? THE MOB CHANT

THE MAN GRUNTS, FRAN SCREAMS

Dad!

Fuck you!

Fuck off, all of you!

Go on, fuck off!

POLICE SIREN WAILS

So, yes, um... what with the brick coming through the window,

um... and now this attack,

along with everything else,

I mean the whole situation's out of hand,

so, anything you can do,

you know, maybe some sort of protection.

Sorry, Mr Da Silva,

I think you're misunderstanding why we're here.

Well, maybe because there was an angry mob outside our house?

Uh, Mr and Mrs Da Silva,

my name is Stephanie Marshbrook,

I work for the Local Authority Child Safeguarding team.

I'm here because we've received messages suggesting

the children at this address might be at risk.

Well, yes, yes, from the trolls and the hooligans

who know where we live.

We'll do our best to curtail any antisocial behaviour in the area,

of course... We do understand how distressing this might be,

but our priority here is the children.

What? SHE GASPS

No, this is... this is from school.

Yeah.

In particular a young baby at this address.

Sorry, did Jo call you?

Joanne McCluskey from my work?

I saw her looking at Macie all weird with that bump on her head.

Yeah, I'll need to see the child to check everything is fine, madam.

Where is she?

Well, she's... she's upstairs in her cot.

I'm sorry, I can't, I'm sorry,

I'm just really picking up on a vibe here,

please don't tell me that you also believe these rumours.

Excuse me, please sir.

Can you explain how the bump on the child's head occurred?

She fell off the bed, like a lot of babies do. Yeah.

And when did this occur? Few days ago.

I see.

And did you take her to your GP? Hospital?

No, it didn't seem necessary.

Would you mind taking the baby out of the cot, please?

She's... she's just going to sleep,

well, she was before you disturbed her.

Would you mind, please?

Look, there was an angry mob,

an angry mob outside of my house...

Look, please don't touch me. ...that...

...that is the real threat here. I said, please don't touch me!

Mr and Mrs De Silva.

I would like to avoid making the situation any more serious for you,

than it already is.

Fran, let me take Macie to my mum's. No!

Would... would that be OK?

Just for the moment?

She lives just a couple of miles away.

Will that make you think that the baby's safe?

Uh, yes, I'm fine with that.

I'll follow you just to... just to check.

Just to be clear,

we will be continuing to monitor the situation.

Nick, Nick, I don't want that.

She can't go there, please.

Fran, Fran, I think it's best given everything right now.

She will be safer there.

MACIE GURGLES

Hi, darling.

Hey, it's OK, Mummy's here.

It's OK, Mummy's here.

FRAN SOBS

I love you.

Just take her.

Nick.

MACIE WAILS

I want... just...

It's OK.

You're not going to school?

Well, what am I gonna miss?

Uh... French in the morning, health and social,

and then, oh, yeah, double getting beaten up by wankers

who think our stepmum's Alice fucking Bell.

Well, you'll have to go back sometime.

Thought you were making a film

for your media studies A level EPQ thing?

Yeah, well,

I'm just gonna wait till all this...

...I dunno...

...what's that boomer phrase Dad used?

Blows over?

I'll wait for that.

So, you're going?

Yes.

Miss Gage said yesterday,

that she thinks that I could audition for a big music school.

Cool.

What song would you sing?

Rumour Has It.

I thought you hated Adele.

It's a joke, Jay.

Good one.

And girls won't beat me up, not physically anyway.

I wonder what she would have said.

I don't even remember her well enough to take a guess, so...

Look, you know...

...Fran's our mum, yeah?

Jay...

...it is going to blow over, isn't it?

Well, of course she slept badly, Mum,

I don't think last night is what Gina Ford would think of

as perfect conditions.

But how long will this be for?

I thought you loved seeing Macie.

I do.

But not under these circumstances,

police, social services.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Mum, it's just for a little while,

and we are very grateful.

I have always said,

you threw yourself into a new life with Fran

very quickly after Sarah died.

Mm-hm, you have indeed always said that.

And we always knew she had issues.

Mum, don't.

Well, we did.

Have you ever told the kids?

I have not.

How would that help anything?

Well...

...online, the community page,

people were leaving comments,

very troubling ones about...

Were they? Right.

What? You believed them?

No...

...course not.

Then why mention it?

Maybe we should just leave.

Leave where?

Here, Woodgate.

We should just go.

You know there was a job going in the Plymouth office,

that might still be open.

But you love it here, you're from here,

this is where the kids were brought up.

Yeah, well that was before the town turned into Salem.

I've got a viewing at 11. Shall I drop you home?

No.

No, I'm gonna walk.

Really? Yeah.

Are you sure?

Nick, there's gotta be something else we can do to prove that I'm not...

We've done it,

we showed those idiots the proof.

But they probably think that people with a new identity

just get given all those fake documents.

And, you know more importantly, they don't care.

Now, you remember when the tabloids, they whipped up

all that name and shame stuff about paedophiles, yeah?

Remember that? Yeah?

Yeah, well some poor doctor had his surgery burnt down,

because he had a brass plate outside that said paediatrician.

Not only did they get the word wrong,

they thought a paedophile would advertise himself as such

on a brass plate.

Or maybe they just wanted to burn a house down

and details weren't gonna get in the way.

Yeah, exactly.

Hey, when did you get so clear-eyed and reasonable?

Get such a lock on the truth?

Well... it comes with being an estate agent, I suppose.

I love you. I love you.

Are you sure you don't want a lift home?

I am allowed out, Nick.

Bye.

Love you.

This is my birth certificate...

...and uh... my... my GCSE results... THE MOB YELLS

...yeah, my 100m swimming certificate.

All in my name, Fran... Fran Parker, as was.

Hey, let her speak.

THE ENGINE REVS

THE ENGINE REVS AGAIN

THE ENGINE CONTINUES TO REV LOUDLY

What the fuck do you want?

I'm not her.

I'm not her.

Yes...

...I know.

FRAN PANTS

What?

I'm sorry for scaring you.

I just wanted to make sure

we did this somewhere far away from all the wankers.

Do what?

Julie Brent.

And you're Fran Da Silva, correct?

Yeah.

I'm from Filey, in Scarborough.

I could play you 12 voice notes from my husband

telling me I'm nuts to come here.

So...

...why have you?

They've been leaving these on our doorstep for months.

Quite carefully,

they don't smash them, they just... leave them there.

I've been keeping them for the police.

Not that they ever do anything about it.

Oh, and just in case their point isn't crystal clear...

Oh.

So, I thought maybe you and I could have a little chat.

Right.

OK.

Good.

Oh, and just so you know it's um...

...well, it's not just me and you we're talking about.

I am not Alice Bell.

I am not Alice Bell.

I am not Alice Bell.

Um... I am not Alice Bell.

And...

...I am not Alice Bell.

So...

...what now?

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