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Is there anything else
that you haven't told us

that might be rather important?

No.

Shame we had to let him go. Mm.

CPS think we don't have
enough yet.

I lied to the police
when I told them

that you came home around midnight.

I checked the clock, it was 4:30.

No, I hurt people in dreams, Joe.
I do bad things, but...

But I know that you know
I'm not bad, mate.

I didn't meet with Catherine,
I met with Cara.

Get out!

You served up Bobby Moran
to divert our attention.

Please get off, I'm not well!

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Catherine McCain.

Bobby Moran has a cast-iron alibi,
so, clearly, it's not him.

He is involved somehow.
I know he is.

You were beyond angry.
And you killed her like

the demented actions...
You have nothing!

I know nothing about Catherine.
Stop going on about it.

You have been telling me
a pack of lies.

Isn't that your job? To work out
what's true and what isn't?

He'll try and convince everyone that
he's the one that's being set up.

He might even try and convince
himself that he's innocent.

But he'll slip up,
and we'll have him.

Oh! God!
Oh, sorry.

Sorry, darling, that was my fault.
I should've given you the heads-up.

Yeah, this is um...
This is Joe.

Hi.

He's an old friend
who is a bit down on his luck

at the moment so... Well...

Hello, Joe, I'm Sarah.

I'm sorry about your luck.

It's all right.

When's Daddy coming home?

I don't know, sweetheart.

I've spoken to Mrs Palmer.

Why does she have to know?

Good morning.

Because some people are talking
about Daddy

cos the police made a mistake

and if anyone teases you about it,
I want the teachers to sort it,

and I want them to take care of you.

I could just be with you.

Well, I've got work
and you've got school.

You know how much we love you.

Mwah!

Daddy and I will sort this out. OK.

Her flat mate has told us

that Catherine was seeing a man
in London.

Another of Catherine's co-workers
has corroborated that.

O'Loughlin denies any contact
with Catherine

in the last five years.

If he's the mystery man...

how'd they communicate?

We pulled his phone records
and hers, there's nothing there.

Well, go through them again,

chase every call he's made
in the last five years,

just in case he slipped up. Sir.

Her flatmate, Carl Ashley,

he said that Catherine
kept her affair "close to her...

"like a comfort".

She enjoyed the secret.

That's how O'Loughlin
manipulated her. Hello?

The importance of the secret.

He probably used a couple of burners
for them to talk.

But Catherine applying
for the job as his secretary

and then ringing the office
that night... was against the rules.

Thank you.

That was one of our door knockers.

A neighbour saw O'Loughlin
burying something

in his back garden a couple
of nights ago.

The murder weapon?

Let's break out the shovels.
Let's go.

Right?
The rest of you, be... better!

Did you tell Julianne?

Yeah.

And?

Yeah, not good. Ah...

Well, you'd just had the worst day
of your life,

so you slept with a friend
in a moment of crisis.

She threw me out.

Don't blame her.

Just got to give her some space.

Well, don't expect me to agree
that we did anything wrong,

I liked being that close to you.

Can we not tell her
that I took advantage of you?

No, no, no, no.
I knew what I was doing.

So, only Julianne knows that
we were together that night,

I haven't told the police.

Do we have to?

Well, I want them to rule me out
of their investigation, so...

OK?

And you're the only alibi I've got.

I'm-I'm so sorry, Cara, I...
Oh, no, no.

There must be another way.

I can't go back into another
interview room,

you know I can't do that...
I'm really sorry.

I'll make sure they understand
the trauma

you've been through before...
"Trauma"?

Which one?

Fighting off the six men
who raped me?

Or being sent to prison
for hurting one of them?

No, I can't!
They, they won't believe me anyways.

Cara, unless I've an alibi

for where I was between ten
and four that night... What...

But you left way before that,
you were gone by 12:30.

But I didn't leave!

I didn't.
I was outside on the steps,

I was there for hours,
trying to get my head together,

and then I... I walked home.

But I didn't see any of that.

Joe, are you asking me to lie
to the police?

No.

No. No, no.
Of course not.

It was a goldfish!

My husband, he buried
our daughter's goldfish.

In the middle of the night?

I don't know when he did it,
I just know he did.

I'm, er...

sorry to add to your troubles,

but I've had to turn the water off
for a couple of hours.

I could go out with a shovel,
put it right when they've finished.

That's kind of you, but...
it's all right.

Do you want some coffee?

You always say no to mine.

Taste this, you'll see why.

Can I get a couple more
bags here, please?

It's all right, innit?

Yeah, I see why.

Sir! I found something.

Now do you believe me?

That's an old jewellery box of mine.

I told you, a goldfish.

Mrs O'Loughlin,
have you had any further thoughts?

About what?

The exact time that your husband
came home that night.

Did you talk to him -
about where he'd been?

I have nothing more to add.

A loyal but lying wife?

I think he may have played us again,
you know.

He does something
completely innocent,

he buries
his daughter's dead goldfish,

but he does it at night,

knowing his security light
will bang on,

and if he makes enough noise
a neighbour's gonna take a look,

and think he's up to no good,
so they tell us.

We show up... with the circus

to catch the killer
and we prove to everyone

that O'Loughlin is just an innocent,
hounded victim.

Yeah.

Yeah, she's lying.

He'll be manipulating everyone
around him,

trying to convince them
of his innocence.

What are you up to?

Going through Bobby Moran's
heath records and my notes on him.

God, I... I've still no idea
who he is

or how he's involved
in Catherine's murder.

What's his diagnosis?

I've been thinking
Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Could explain the lying,

unpredictable change of behaviour

and personality,
the different voices...

But you're not sure.

No.

I'd need more sessions with him.

Well, you're not allowed
to go anywhere near him.

I just think somebody's
manipulating him.

It's the only explanation.

I just need to find out who it is.

Rache.

Mm?
Have a look at this.

I've just checked his patient file
with his hospital number.

Look.

He's two sets of records.

What do you mean?

He's registered
under a different name.

His name isn't Bobby Moran.
It's Bobby Morgan.

That could just be
a simple spelling mistake.

Duplicate records happen
all the time.

No, no, no. It's more than that,
it's the pattern to his lying,

things are... almost right,
but they're not.

He changed one letter.
I've seen this before in patients,

they do it to keep their lies
in order.

Look, this is his first referral
letter to the hospital.

Joe, are you sure this is ethical?

Not entirely,
but he's been lying to me.

Look, he's not from London,
he's from Liverpool.

That's his connection
to Catherine McCain, Liverpool!

Oh, my God.
Isn't that where you trained?

Yeah. All these names
and places he talked about,

I think some of them might be real.

I need to go there,

talk to the people
that he spoke about,

and see if there's some tangible
connection to Catherine...

Joe, you've been arrested

and cautioned on suspicion
of murder,

you can't go around talking
to witnesses.

It will make you look
even more guilty.

Rachel, the police are fixed on me,
they're not looking for the truth.

I need to find it.

I've got to prove Bobby's lying
and not me.

Sorry, er... can you just give me
a sec?

'Er... Hey, Joe.'
Hi.

'The police have been round here,
wanting to talk to you, um...'

Where are you?
'Back in our old stomping ground.'

I'm in Liverpool.
'Er, why? Why are you there?'

So, listen to this,

Bobby Moran's real name
is Bobby Morgan

'and his family live here.

'Do you remember anything more
about him?

'Any little details?

Your referral letter to me
doesn't give me the name of his GP

or his medical history.

I ju... All I remember is con...
like, confusion and headaches,

but you know people.

You know, people change their names
and their history all the time.

Yeah, you see, I think somebody
helped him con his way to you,

knowing you were a route to me.

'Really? That sounds, er...'

a little far-fetched, Joe.

I mean, why go through me,
why not go straight to you?

So he doesn't come out of nowhere,

makes for a better lie.

Joe, what are you gonna do?

'Some basic psychology.

'I'm gonna talk to all the people
Bobby spoke about from his past.'

Find out...

who he is, his link to Catherine,

and why he's got me involved.

'And then maybe I can begin
to save my marriage.'

OK, Joe, listen, I really don't
think this is a good idea.

If you do think of anything, Jack,
let me know.

And if the police call you,

don't tell them where I am.

'I'm treading a fine line
right now.'

Look, look, Jack, I-I gotta go.
'Wait, Joe...'

Hey! It's getting cold.

Yep, yep.

OK.

Don't you have a home to go to?
Don't you?

It's, um...

It's a knock-back.

They won't go for a court order
to give us access

to O'Loughlin's past client list.

Not unless we produce more evidence.

What she went through,

that was done with a...
practised hand.

She wasn't his first victim.

We've got to find the thing
that nails him.

But do you know what else
is missing... from this case?

No-one's crying out for her.

No-one demanding justice,

just an only child,
no close friends, both parents dead.

We're all she's got.

There we go.
Thank you.

Um... I'm gonna go and get a...

It's dead.
Let me get another one.

Just give me a sec.

'Hello?'

Hi, Detective Ruis?
'Yeah.'

Yes, hi, it, um...
it's Dr Gerald Owens, um...

'How can I help you, Dr Owens?'

It's about Dr O'Loughlin.

'I know where he is.'

Miss Elwood, the psychologist
is here to see you.

Hi, um...

you knew a... a Bobby Morgan
at some stage?

Do you want to come through?
Yeah. Thank you.

13 years ago.

I'm not sure I can be of any help.

And I don't think I should.

I have a duty of confidentiality.

All teachers do.

Surely psychologists can't go around

asking other people questions
about their clients?

That can't be ethical.

You're right, a psychologist outside
of his consulting room is a bit odd.

But these are exceptional circumstances.

Bobby's in trouble.

I need to help him in any way I can.

I really don't think that I can...
I know 13 years is a long time,

but...

he does remember a Mrs Elwood

as one of the kind faces
from his school days.

You're a cherished memory.

He doesn't have too many of those.

Well, I do remember him...

...but I'm sorry.

What do you remember about him?

He had the voice of an angel.

When Bobby was in the choir,
it was just heaven.

Everyone stopped to listen.

You had to.

He had a real gift.

Bobby spoke quite lovingly
about his father.

Bobby's father wasn't allowed
in the school.

Because?

At the time,
I was Bobby's form teacher.

He'd wet himself.

I took him to the school nurse
to get a fresh pair of trousers.

She saw the welts.

He'd been beaten, badly.

That set off alarm bells,

the nurse told the deputy head,
she told the Social Services...

I know the drill,
medical examinations, interviews.

Bobby caught in the middle of it.

What about his father?

A court order stopped him
from having any contact.

Allegations of sexually abusing Bobby.

I don't know exact details.

The deputy head would have,
she liaised with the police.

Bobby became withdrawn.

And then his father was killed
in some dreadful accident.

His father was killed?

Something in his work,
some industrial accident.

That really affected Bobby.

Joe?

Oi!

Hello?
Oi!

Come back here!

There was someone
in your front room. Oh, my God!

Did you see who?

No, but he can run faster than me,
that's for sure.

You know I'm sure
that front door was shut.

It was shut.

Well, I didn't see him
carrying anything,

so I must have disturbed him
before he had the chance.

You should call the police.
I don't think they'll be much help.

Um...

thank god you were here.

Darling, please, don't hang up.

'OK, then I won't.'

Jack?

What are you doing
with Julianne's phone?

'Where are you?'
Um... I'm at your place, buddy.

Oh... OK, well, let me speak to her.

Um... Joe, she, er...
she doesn't want to talk to you.

Actually, buddy, she, um...

Actually, she's...
she just walked out.

Sorry, why-why are you there?

'Julianne didn't wanna be alone. Um...

'Joe, listen someone's tried
to break in,

'and she, er... she got spooked,'

and...
'What?'

So, I-I... I offered to come over.

When did this happen?
'It was this morning.'

I think the plumber guy managed
to chase him out,

but, I don't think he got a...
he got a good look him.

'I don't think they took anything,
though.'

Listen to me,
I want to talk to Julianne.

'Mm...'

Jack!

Give her the fucking phone - now!

Joe, buddy, listen to me,
you need to calm down, she...

'just doesn't want to speak
to you right now.'

Give her the fucking phone!
OK, Joe,

listen to me, I'm gonna hang up now
and I need you...

'Don't fucking hang up!'

...to stay calm
and look after yourself.

'Don't hang up,
I need to speak to...'

Hey, kiddo.

You, OK?
Mm-hm.

Hello?

'Dad, is that you?'

Charlie, how are you, sweetheart?

OK. When are you coming home?

I don't know.

I have a few things to sort out
with your mummy first.

Was it your fault?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was, totally.

Then why don't you just say sorry?

I don't think that's gonna work
this time, love.

At school...

they're saying that you're...

you do bad things.

Yeah, look, Charlie, look,
there's been a mistake.

The police have made a mistake.

'Then why is Mummy angry with you?'

Because I made another mistake.
A different one.

But it has nothing to do
with the police.

Or nothing to do with you.

Feels like it
when Mummy brushes my hair.

Is your mummy all right?

She told Uncle Jack she was late.

Late for what?

'She just said she was late.'

And she was sick too... twice.

'I've gotta put her phone back now, Dad.

'Come home soon, please.

'I love you, Dad.'

I love you too.

So, this is the new management look?

Well, I've been in children's court,
fighting with "my learned friends".

Come here.

Mm.

Hiya. Um, I -I'll just get
an espresso...

OK.
Please, thank you.

Well, of course, I've seen the news.

And they thought that was you.

Yeah. Yeah...

They're not bringing charges
against me.

It was a stupid mistake.

Hmm.

Yeah, I never believed a word of it.

So, how's Julianne?

She's good.
Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah.

How's Boyd?

What?

He died.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

It was a year ago.

Er...

Why didn't I tell you?

Because I was angry at you.

I wanted to hurt you.

You never looked back.

You left me and Boyd behind
when you went down to London.

We just disappeared
from your life,

then when he invited you
to his 40th birthday,

you didn't even reply to him.

That hurt him.

That hurt him a lot.

Thank you.

How?

What happened?

A pedestrian crossing.

You know what Boyd was like.

He had right of way,
and he stepped in front of a big...

...a big bastard SUV, and...

Oh, God, Mel, I'm so sorry.

Um... so, Bobby Morgan,
I had a look. Yeah?

Right, he was abused by his dad,
and then I put him into care,

took a court order out
to keep him away from his dad,

and... gave him back to his mum.

Right.

Can I see the red edges?

No, course you can't.

You can't read the files,
you don't work for us any more.

You know the rules.
Yeah, yeah.

Now, tell me...

why you need to know
about Bobby Morgan?

So, I have a case meeting,
I'll be half an hour.

You gonna be all right in here
by yourself?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Mm.

'DI Ruis.'
DC Hegarty, sir.

Yeah, I followed O'Loughlin, yeah,

to the Liverpool social services office.

'He's in with a Melinda Cossimo.
She's one of their social workers.'

Well, wait until he comes out

and then see what he was doing
in there, all right?

So, yesterday was a... school
and the town hall?

Yeah.
Always asking about a Bobby Morgan.

Yeah, he might be trying
to build a false narrative.

I'm coming up to Liverpool.

I just... I wanna be there
when he slips up.

We'll be there tomorrow.

'In the meantime, keep on him.'

Will, do, sir.

Yeah... it all points
to sexual abuse from the father.

I didn't get a hint of that
in any of my sessions with Bobby.

He adored his dad.
Well, you know how abusers work.

Yeah...

Yeah, I know there's nothing
to stop an abuser being a...

safe, loving figure, but...

I mean, it could be the reason

why Bobby needs so many different
personalities to survive.

I just don't see how I missed it.

I mean, look at this, right?

Lenny Morgan's first wife died.

They had a son, Dafydd.

Why has he never come to
the attention of social services?

Why was he never interviewed
about Lenny?

Well, we tried,

but he was older than Bobby,
he was...

Yeah.

There. He was 16 at the time.

He left home,
we needed to establish why,

tracked him to Southern Australia,
to a backpacker's hostel,

but he'd left, he'd disappeared.

Hmm.

What was Bobby's mother like?
Oh...

It was 13 years ago.

What I do know is that...

Bobby showed all the classic signs
of being abused.

Do you wanna look at this?
Yeah.

These are Bobby's filmed interviews.

Hmm.

If this thing still works.

'Now, Bobby,
I've a few questions

'to ask you, is that OK?'

I wanna go home.

'Bobby, do you know the difference
between the truth and a lie?'

That's me.

That's my voice!

But it wasn't my case,
I-I'd have remembered him.

Well, you must have sat in
for someone just for that session.

Erskine.

It was his case.
Yeah, but I'm involved.

In what?

I don't know, I-I...

I couldn't have spoken to him
for more than 20 minutes,

13 years ago!

Everything that he was going through,

you would have just been
another face in the crowd,

he wouldn't have remembered you.

Joe, you know
that you cannot use anything

that you have found out today.

Absolutely nothing. Yeah.

Is that clear?
Mm-hm.

Yeah.

Excuse me!

Er... sorry to disturb you, um...

I was wondering if there was
anything you could tell me

about a Lenny Morgan.

Lenny Morgan, Christ,
that's going back a bit.

Anything, anything at all.

Bert McMullen,
that's who you need to talk to.

Him and Lenny were great mates.

Where can I find him?

In the pub.

Dave.

Ta, mate.

I'll get that... if you don't mind?

It's Bert, right?

I was just at the bus depot,
they said I might find you here.

You were a friend of Lenny Morgan's?

There you go.

I'm trying to help out Lenny's son, Bobby.

He's in a spot of bother. Cheers.

Ta.

What sort of bother?

Assault.

He could go to prison.

I'm looking into anything
to help him.

Family background, friends...

I haven't seen him
since he was a kid.

He was a clever little boy.

Lenny used to bring him
to the depot.

Bobby worshipped his dad.

Yeah. I got that impression.

I've dug around a little bit,
and I know...

Lenny was killed in a fire or...

some kind of explosion
or something, but...

So, why'd you need me, then?

Yeah, er, sorry,
I haven't introduced myself,

I'm-I'm Joe, er...

I'm a psychologist. I'm wor...
Oh, fuck, no. Go home.

Your mother's got custard waiting
for you.

The thing is, Bert,

if Bobby...

was traumatised by the death
of his father,

it could help mitigate...

"Traumatised"? Fuck off.

We were all of us that.

We could have all done
with a bit of "mitigating".

Cheers to that.

Can you tell me
about Bobby's family?

He has difficultly talking
about them.

What was Lenny like?

He was a lovely man.

He was an engineer.

Lenny used the depot workshop
of a weekend,

um... to build his inventions.

He was a brilliant welder.

Bert, what happened to Lenny?

The blast knocked an eight-tonne bus
on its side.

The acetylene tank blew a hole
through the roof.

They found it a 100 yards away. Jesus.

He died on the way to hospital.

It was written up...

...as an accident.

What do you think?

He was hounded to death.

Why was that?
Because of what happened to Bobby?

Lenny killed himself.

Everybody knew it, no-one said it.

I should have helped him,

but when someone
gets tagged a paedo,

you don't, do you?

And were they right? Did he...?

Course not.

Let me get you another pint, Bert...

Mate, I'm so sorry.

Fucking drunk...
I didn't see it.

It was just clumsy.
I'll get you...

Clumsy?
I'm sorry.

Ooh.

Now, you're fucking clumsy.

'And tragedy today
at a Liverpool bus depot.

'A man thought to be
in his late forties...'

'Did he abandon you?'

Abandon?

Joe, you know nothing about him.

He's inside.

Did Catherine ever mention a Bobby?

A Bobby Morgan or... a Bobby Moran?

No.

And I don't feel comfortable
with you being here.

Carl, I just told you,
the police released me.

It was a wrongful arrest.

I'm trying to find out
what happened...

You abused Catherine.

No, I didn't.
Catherine was ill.

She withdrew the complaint.

I was helping her
with some serious issues,

and I want wanna help her now.
A little late for that.

I don't think it's too late.

I think it's important
how she's remembered.

She deserves some dignity.

The police, Carl,
have handled this so badly,

I'm here to try
to find out the truth.

Now, when I knew Catherine,
she kept a journal.

She was religious about it,

no matter what she was going through.

Do you have any idea
if she still kept one or...

where it might be?

It might really help
in finding her killer, Carl.

Police turned the house upside down.

If they found a journal or whatever,
they didn't say.

All right.

Thank you for your time.

There's just one more thing...

It was a London agency

that dealt with the recruitment
of the receptionist job.

She was up in Liverpool.

Do you know how she found out
about it?

A letter.
I don't know who from.

She wasn't sure about applying,

but the guy who she was seeing
convinced her to go for it.

Who was that?

Her secret London lover.

I think he wanted her
to move down there.

They met a few years ago

when he was working
at a hospital up here.

Consultant, doctor, nurse?

A doctor.

She joked that he was...
good with his hands.

Probably a surgeon.

Rich, poor?

She'd meet him at hotels.

Rich, then.

Probably no children.

Do you know if they met
on weekdays or weekends?

Weekends.

Definitely no children.

Welcome to Liverpool,
Detective Inspector.

Sergeant.

I followed him around here
from his hotel, but...

he didn't go straight in.

He walked past the house
three or four times.

Er...

Keep on him, yeah?

Everywhere he goes
and everyone he sees.

Yes, boss.
Good man.

I knew his trail
would lead us to Catherine.

So, he said,
"She was religious about it?"

He was certain she kept a journal,
and that he needed to find it.

And you told him you knew nothing
about it.

Because I don't.

What's the last image you have
of Catherine?

Was she smiling?

Walking into the room?
Eating breakfast? Laughing?

Yeah, she was over by the...

the window...

um... arranging flowers.

She was happy.

You see, the last image we have
of Catherine

is lying dead on a mortuary slab.

This was a horrible,
sadistic, brutal murder!

Now, if she was "religious"
about keeping a journal,

there'd be a journal!

Where is it?

Listen...

...perverting the course of justice
is an automatic prison sentence,

and, believe me, you have no idea

what prison would be like
for someone like you.

I didn't think it was important.

Catherine hadn't paid her share
of the rent, right?

She was always late, always.

I just got fed up with it.

So, um...

...when she was out, I, er...
took her laptop.

I was going to tell her
she could have it back

if she just paid up, you know?

But she didn't come back.

And where is this laptop?

It's just in the cupboard outside.

Shall I?

Yeah, please, go and get it!

This is all a bit cloak and dagger,
isn't it?

Jesus, what happened to your face?
Did you get it?

Here.

What's this about, Joe?

When Catherine applied
for the job of receptionist, she...

I-I shredded her application
without reading it.

I-I panicked. I...

I saw her photograph,
and I just...

I couldn't deal with it.

Such a credit to the profession.

You're right, though,

Meena kept copies of everything.

Best receptionist
to ever walk out on us.

I still can't deal with it,
can you read it out to me, please?

Which part?
Doesn't matter.

Well, I always skip the irritating,
"why I want this job" part,

go straight to the references,
work backwards.

Here we are.

Alison Kingsley, ward sister.

Carl Ashley, medical technician.

Dr Gerald Owens,
consultant neurologist...

Gerald Owens?
Yep.

Show me.

That's Jack.

Catherine was seeing Jack.

He's involved in this somehow.
Is that the Dr Owens I've met?

Yeah, yeah, he was best man
at my wedding.

I've known him years, he...

We met at med school, we were...
best pals all through uni.

Mm, I found him a bit handsy.

Why do you call him Jack
if his name's Gerald?

It's nickname Jack,
"Jack The Lad".

He was always chasing women.

I think he's been lying to me
about Catherine all this time.

He's been having an affair with her.

And he persuaded her to apply
for the job that...

Cos his name was on the reference,

that... that's his humour,
that's him joking.

Why, why would he do that?

I don't know why he'd do it but... Listen...

the police have been trying
to access your list to find evidence

of abusing clients or
if any others have gone missing.

It's all bullshit, though, it...

Look, Catherine disappeared...

...on the day that she called
our office, and...

Oh, God, I wish I could've spoken
to her.

I think he met up
with Catherine that night.

Are you saying he killed her?

Seriously?
No, but...

Look, I know I'm only
making these connections,

and-and it's not real but...

he's the one that sent me
Bobby Morgan.

Maybe he's the one manipulating him.

Joe, you need to go to the police,
tell them everything, and go now.

Jack?

Jack?

Oh, sorry.

I'm just collecting my things.

You know, you should hang a sign
around your friend Jack's neck.

"Warning, incapable of love
or affection".

Hello?

Scanning now.

Dr O'Loughlin.

Yeah.

'Back in London?

'We saw you get on the train
at Liverpool,

'so... that'd be my guess.'

We've found
what you were looking for.

Catherine's journal.

'Yeah, I can understand why you
were so desperate to have it,

'all those details of the affair
that you had with her.'

We need you to come in, Joe.

We're charging you with her murder.

I didn't kill her, and I did
not have affair with her.

Catherine was meticulous
with her journal -

dates, times you met...
all the details.

The night she disappeared
she met with Dr Owens.

How'd you know that?

Because he was the one having
an affair with her.

'Jack Owens.'

Oh, we know about his previous
relationship with Catherine.

He told us.

Previous relationship?

'It ended. Two years ago.'

He was a little late in the day

with his confession but, er...
better late than never, eh?

'And when he phoned it in,
he told me you were in Liverpool

'and that he was worried...

'about your state of mind.'

He even told me that he
had arranged to meet Catherine

that night, but he didn't go.

He didn't meet her.

He's lying. He-he's clearly lying.

We know Dr Owens...
didn't meet Catherine that night.

How?

Just ask your wife.

Why?

They were together that night.

'You need to come in.
'Right now.'

It's over, Joe.

No.

What have we here?

Pasta pomodoro...
Oh, my God,

pasta pomodoro, my favourite.
Wait!

Hey, kiddo...

what are you up to?

Oh, look at that.

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