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So she says to us, "Why are
you always mumbling all the time?"

I says, "Why am I always
mumbling all the time?"

She says, "Aye, why are you
always mumbling all the time?"

I says, "You know what
your trouble is, pet?"

You can't tell talk from mutter!

Thanks, mate.

Here's a topical one.
Bloke goes up to Twiggy...

Pay him off, man,
Tommy, for hell's sake!

Howay, son. You're off.

Did somebody die or what?

Away with you!

Your bingo books are
now on sale in the lounge.

Give us a Mackeson, pet.

Eyes down in 10 minutes.

Yours, bonny lad?

Huh?

Oh. Yeah. It's me daughter.

Bonny little lass.
What's she called?

Leigh Ann.

Must have got her face
from her mother, eh?

You'd think butter wouldn't melt

in their mouths
at that age, yeah.

Yeah. Well, it wouldn't.

You look at photos like these,

and you think, "Look
at that little smile.

Look at the light in them eyes.

All their life ahead."

But you don't know what
that life will be, do you?

Nobody knows how a
bairn's life will turn out.

Do you recognize him?

Is it you?

No.

It's Adolf Hitler.

I cut it out of a magazine.

Adolf Hitler.

I mean, look at his
cheeky little face.

Beautiful woman.

Thanks for showing it to me.

You must really regret that
you couldn't have children.

Well... they'd have been grown
up and gone by now anyway.

But they'd still be there.

And you don't have
anybody, do you?

Why is that, then?

Married to the job?

Or would it be disloyal?

Two years since
she died, isn't it?

Yeah.

I just hate the idea of
you being lonely, George.

I'm alone.

I'm not lonely.

Well, I'm not alone.
I've got Leigh Ann.

And now I've got me
mum and dad again.

But I am lonely.

Though not as lonely as I was

when I was living with a
man who didn't want me.

I've given up trying
to give John advice.

There you go.

Oh.

- No, no, no, no.
- Yes.

Yes.

Well, thank you, Lisa.
That was very nice.

Is there a Mr. Gently here?

Excuse me.

It's through that door, mister.

Just get home, pet. Go on.

Somebody get hold of these
kids and get them home.

Oh.

Chap down the corridor
heard loud voices

about a couple of hours ago,
peeked out through his doorway,

and he saw this bloke
running towards the stairs.

He had a cut on his
face, blood running from it.

But our chap did nothing,

because apparently
she made a lot of noise.

Drank a lot. Had a
lot of male visitors.

Somebody's whacked
her pretty hard there.

What's all this about?
Hankie covering her eyes?

What you looking for?

There has to be a
poker here somewhere.

Do you reckon it was
the murder weapon?

- Oh, I know it was.
- Why?

Well, dark smudges
in with the blood.

You didn't see them, did you?

What, you thought
her mascara had run?

It's ash.

Have I done something
to offend you, gov?

No.

Here we go.

You found it?

Birth certificate.

For one Agnes Charlton.

Is that her, then?

No. Born 1953.

Mother... Domenica
Charlton, aged 19.

Maybe this is the mother, then.

Make her what? Early 30s.

You reckon?

Yeah, it's be about
right, that, wouldn't it?

Does it give a father's name?

Yeah.

You all right?

Sir, the woman's
brother, Mr. Paige.

- I want to see her.
- No, no.

She's me kid sister!

Yes, Mr. Paige, but you don't
want to see her, believe me.

Do you live nearby?

Well, I'm at me mothers at the
minute, but I-I was in the pub.

Well, we best go
and tell her, huh?

She'll know by now.
The whole town knows.

You will take me
to your mother's

and we'll talk about
it there, all right?

Just wait in the car.

Take him, will you?

Right, lads. All yours.

You stay here and take a
full statement from this chap,

any other residents
you can find.

When did he last see her alive?

Anybody know about
boyfriends? Et cetera.

The man with the
cut on his face...

Has he seen him before?
Would he know him again?

And send someone to
check all the hospitals

in case somebody comes in

looking for
stitches in his face.

Saturday night in Newcastle,
we'll get the phone book,

but do it anyway.

I'll be back.

Do you have any idea

who might do this to
your daughter, Mrs. Paige?

Only her neighbor said that
Domenica had a lot of visitors.

Men.

We loved Domenica, Inspector.

We love her.

She was always fragile, when
she was a bairn, you know?

She has a daughter.

Aye. Agnes.

Where is she?

She lives with her
dad on the coast.

Agnes is upstairs asleep.

She wanted to
stop with me tonight.

You'd better bring her down.

You fetch her, Darren.

Do I have to tell her?

Well, somebody's got to.

Where on the coast, Mrs. Paige?

Oh, Alan. High Blyth.

Would you write his
address down for me, please?

Just here.

There you go.

How is that child
gonna live with this?

When did the marriage fail?

It never worked.
It had no chance.

I want me mammy, Nana.

Your mammy's in heaven, Agnes.

I don't want her
to go to heaven.

I want her here.

Agnes, is it all
right if I talk to you?

I don't want to
answer questions!

I want me mammy back!

I'm sorry, Agnes. Um, tomorrow.

Come on, pet. You
can sleep in my bed.

Agnes' father,
Domenica's husband,

is Alan Charlton, correct?

Did your sister have a
regular boyfriend, Darren?

Any enemies?

Everybody loves Domenica.

I know that you... you think
bad of her for the way she lives.

Everybody who
knew her loved her.

She was that sort of lass.

Yeah. You were
obviously very close.

I'm sorry.

When did you last see her?

Yesterday.

Did she seem okay?

I mean, she didn't
mention any problems

with her, uh, boyfriends?

No.

Or her husband?

No.

Would you mind having a look
at this for me, please, Darren?

Dear God. What'd
she put that for?

Did your sister think her
ex-husband was an evil man?

No. She loved him.

And he worships the
ground she walks on.

It'll kill him, this.

Then why would she write that?

Domenica was...

fragile.

Fragile. Yes.

When you use the word "fragile,"

what exactly do you
mean by that, Darren?

There were times when
she were taken away.

You know, for her
own safety, like.

You mean your sister
was mentally disturbed.

She got sectioned twice.

Why would you carry your
daughter's birth certificate

around in your handbag?

Where's Leigh
Ann's birth certificate?

Her mother's got it, I suppose.
In a drawer somewhere.

Exactly.

Well, look, from what we know,
she was crackers, weren't she?

Huh?

I mean, when Alan
Charlton walks in,

he's not gonna have
horns and a tail, is he?

Taking their time, aren't they?

Tell me again what the
bloke down the corridor said.

He, uh...

That Domenica was shouting.

There was a... There
was a man's voice raised,

and he saw the
bloke with the cut face.

But, um, he can't say exactly
what time any of this happened,

on account of being out of
his mind on Brown Ale probably.

But he thought he
didn't have a local accent.

Scottish accent, he thinks.
But he... he was drunk.

I mean, he was useless.

All the same, best
let the hospitals know

we'd particularly like
to hear about a Scot

who needed treatment
for a cut on his face.

Sir?

How do we play this
with the husband, sir?

Light or heavy?

What do you think?

- Heavy.
- Correct.

It was a savage
attack, I'm afraid.

And her eyes had been
covered with a handkerchief.

Who would want to do that?

You can't think
of anybody, then?

Me?

No.

So...

where were you
earlier on tonight, Alan?

Say from 6:00 onwards.

I was at home.

Alone?

As it turned out.

Normally, Agnes is with us,

but she wanted to get
the bus over to her nana's.

Not her mother?

She isn't allowed
to go to her mother's.

For obvious reasons.

On your tod, then.

Can anybody vouch for this?

What are you trying to say?

I'm not trying to
say anything, Alan.

I'm just trying to
establish where you...

That's my wife on that trolley.

You know?

The woman I married.

The mother of my bairn.

Taylor.

Sir.

Mr. Charlton can go
and see his daughter.

I'm sorry. We'll
talk again tomorrow.

Ah.

Uh, no other injuries apart
from the ones to the head.

Signs of sexual
activity but not of rape.

Died between 5:00 p.m.
and 9:00 p.m. yesterday.

- What was in her stomach?
- Nothing.

- Bloodstream?
- Alcohol and amyl nitrate.

She used the drugs to
keep going, I would guess.

Sir, Scotch bloke
got four stitches

put in his head
at 10:00 last night.

Gave his name as Smith.

He's rooming at a
seamen's hostel in Jarrow.

Have him picked up. Take
him to Domenica Charlton's.

Sir.

Beauty sleep will have to wait.

I rang you earlier on,
see if you fancied a pint.

Yeah, I was out.

With your wife.

Did you have a nice time?

Very.

She keeping all right?

Why don't you ask her?

Hang on. What do you
mean, "out with your wife"?

Is this something
youse do regular?

Is that a problem, John?

What did she say about us?

What, you think
we talk about you?

Here's our Scotsman.

All I want to say is one thing.

You're old enough
to be her father.

Mr. Smith, is it?

Apologies for
dragging you out of bed.

- What's this about?
- What did you do to your head?

I walked into a wall. Why?

Happens to you a lot, does it?

When I'm steaming, yeah.

Come with me, will you, please?

Have a look at this gentleman
here, please, Mr. Hill,

and tell us if he is the man

that you saw leaving
Domenica's flat last night.

Come close. He won't bite.

No.

No, I don't think so.

Nah. Don't think so.

Are you shortsighted, Mr. Hill?

Blind as a bat, actually.

Well, where are
your glasses, man?

Well, they're broke.

Did you wear them
when you saw the man?

No, man. They're smashed.

Thank you very much, Mr. Smith.

And again, my apologies.

Any sign of that poker?

No, sir.

What we looking for, gov?

A good recent photo of Domenica.

All right.

Gov.

Hm.

Happy as anything, weren't they?

Must be six, seven
year ago, that.

- Anything?
- No, not yet, sir.

All right. Thank you.

What sort of place is this?

Used to be a fishing village.

Nice little beach, this.

Yeah. Been here a few times
with my wife and my daughter.

County built the council
estate as overflow.

People like the Charltons,

they, you know, they
flocked here from Newcastle.

Yeah, fresh air and that
for the kids, nice little school,

plenty of work at
the power station.

Steel plant down the coast.

Paradise compared
to Byker and Wallsend.

What's going on up there?

There's a campsite.

Gets used a bit in the
summer... When we get one.

If they come back
at all this year, that is.

There's a little lass
fell off the cliff last year

while she was playing.

Not good publicity for a
holiday destination, is it?

Paradise, you say.

But Domenica left her daughter

and went to a life of drugs,
alcohol, and casual sex.

Why is that?

Women are never happy.

I'll just pretend
you didn't say that.

Because you can take
the people out of the slums,

but you can't take the
slums out of the people.

Let's ask her husband.

Morning.

How are you feeling today?

Agnes, how are you feeling?

She's okay, considering.

Agnes, this is Sergeant Bacchus.

That's a funny name.

Yeah. Well, he's a funny bloke.

Hello, Agnes.

In a little while, Agnes,
I'm going to ask you

to go with this nice
lady for a cup of tea,

because I want to speak to
your dad on his own, okay?

Agnes should stay
with me, I think.

You said they wouldn't
get us on me own.

It's all right, pet. It's
me they want to talk to.

I'm not going on me own.

Yeah, well, we'll
cross that bridge

when we get to it, shall we?

For now I want to ask you both,

when was the last time
you saw Domenica?

Uh, months ago.

- I cannot be exact.
- Agnes?

Just tell the man, Agnes.

It's all right.

She didn't go
straight to her nana's.

I saw her yesterday teatime.

After school I got the bus
to Byker and went to see her.

Then what happened?

Well, I fell down and got
me skirt muddy, so she hit us.

And then?

She give us some juice,
and she said, "I'm busy.

Go and find your Uncle Darren
in the pub or go to your nana's,

but tell them not to hit you
'cause I've already done it."

So I did.

When I spoke to your
Uncle Darren last night,

he didn't know that
you were at your nana's.

Me Uncle Darren's a
drinker. Isn't he, Dad?

He says, "Oh, Agnes,
I love your mother.

She's perfect."

He's daft.

Agnes, there's
naught to laugh about.

Gov, can I have a word?

Yeah. Will you excuse
us for a moment?

She was there last night.

After the murder,
outside the tenement.

No, she was at her
grandmother's, tucked up in bed.

No. No, sir. I am telling you.

She was there when I
arrived. She spoke to us.

She said, "It's
in there, mister."

Get her out of there.

Will you bring Agnes out and
sit with her in Number 2, please?

You say nothing. Hear us?

- You say nothing about anything!
- Get back in there!

Say nothing about what, Agnes?

Youse won't put him in
the gallows, will youse?

Nah. We don't do that anymore.

Agnes, was your mother
alive when you saw her last?

All right. Go on.

Come on, love.

No wonder she's screwed
up. She saw him do it.

Don't lie! Don't you keep lying!

Just tell me that you lost your
temper, and I'll believe you.

This isn't right. Your
sergeant's a bully.

Shut up, you.

He should be given a
break, something to eat.

A break? You want a break?

Yeah, I'll give you a break.

I've a mate down the corridor
that brings in a rhino whip

every time he talks to
blokes who kill women.

- I really object to this.
- Oh, he's only kidding.

Do I put that bit in
about the rhino whip?

No.

Put that I apologize
for my rudeness to...

What's your name again?

Simmons. Sarah Simmons.

- Mrs. Simmons.
- Miss Simmons.

I'm not interested in
your marital status, pet.

I'm not asking
you out on a date.

I'm asking your client
to start telling the truth!

John.

May I?

Alan.

You haven't got an alibi.

Your wife abandoned
you and your daughter

to go and live a debauched life,

which the court
will see as a motive.

And when I spoke
to your daughter,

she said that the last time she
saw her mother, she was dead.

So is there something you'd
like to get off your chest, Alan?

All right.

Stand up, please, Mr. Charlton.

Alan Charlton, I'm charging you

with the murder of your
wife, Domenica Charlton,

on the 5th of
February just gone.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do
say will be taken down

and may be used in
evidence against you.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Are you really gonna
make me do this?

Are you gonna make me
put Agnes in the witness box

and let the prosecution
loose on her?

She's only a bairn, man.

It's your choice.

All right.

Well, if you won't tell me what
happened, Agnes will have to.

Wait.

You do not have to say
anything, and I advise you not to.

What about Agnes?

- Can they question her in court?
- Yes.

Alan.

Your daughter was at
your wife's house last night.

I saw her.

I think you murdered
your wife in front of her.

No.

Now your daughter
is all screwed up, eh?

She loves you, she
wants to protect you...

but she will end up
telling us everything.

Everything.

So why don't you
give her a break, Alan?

You promise you'll
leave Agnes out of it?

You make your statement.

Then I'll tell you
what I will or won't do.

I had warned Domenica
time and again.

I didn't want Agnes
hanging around that place

if she was gonna
go on living like that.

She told me Agnes
was none of my business.

What did she mean by that?

Why did she cross out
your name and put "Satan"?

Domenica was ill, Mr. Gently.

She couldn't help
herself sometimes.

This was just another
way of taunting us.

According to your
marriage license,

you and Domenica got married

four months before
Agnes was born, yeah?

Agnes was an accident.

Domenica didn't want the bairn.

I made her have her.

She never forgave
me... Or Agnes.

We ruined her life, apparently.

So what happened
last night, Alan?

I went looking for Agnes

when she didn't come
home from school.

I found her with her
mum and some bloke.

They were both drunk.

I chased him.

You... You chased him?

Told him to get lost.

He just went.

Did he have a Scottish accent?

No.

No. He was local.

Positive?

Yeah, positive.

- Did you hit him?
- No.

Well... I might have done.

- He just ran.
- Then what?

I told Agnes to
go to her nana's.

I tried one last time to
reason with Domenica.

She hit us.

She spat at us.

I lost my temper.

I had just had enough.

Then what?

Then what, Alan?

I killed her.

I killed Domenica.

How?

With a poker.

Where is it?

Bottom of the North Sea.

Why did you cover her eyes?

I just, uh...

I-I don't know why I did that.

Oh. No reason?

I don't know. Uh...

You do mad things
when you're in a state.

They were staring at us.

Yeah, staring open, so...

You'll keep the bargain?

Yes.

Agnes can go home.

Home?

She doesn't have a
home now, Mr. Gently.

Well, he can cancel the milk
for about 15 year, I reckon.

I mean, he'll plead
provocation, crime of passion.

Defense brief will demolish
the wife's reputation,

so he could get
away with 12, actually.

Fancy a drink to celebrate?

No.

What's the matter, gov?

You know what's the matter.

The handkerchief.

Somebody put in
on her after she died.

Why?

Who?

'Cause I don't think
it was Alan Charlton.

Our blind witness talked about
a man with a Scottish accent.

Alan said the man he found
with Domenica had a local accent.

So which was it?

What difference does it make?

You still don't think
Charlton did it, do you?

Too many loose ends.

Gov.

He had no alibi,
he had a motive,

he knew what the murder
weapon was, and he confessed.

Yeah.

What was all that
about a rhino whip?

Oh, no, no, no. I...

No, he only does
it to frighten them.

I've never seen him use it.

Well, good. Have a nice weekend.

Yeah, you and all, gov.

Nice motor.

What do you want?

There's no need to be like that.

You are probably the
most offensive human being

I have ever met.

You just need to get
to know us a bit better.

What are you doing later?

Ever heard the word "protocol"?

What protocol?
Your client's coughed.

- Hm.
- Go on.

A little drink.
Maybe a bite to eat.

- The Goose in Howden.
- Howden.

Up near Kielder.

Oh. That's miles away, isn't it?

Well, do you want
a drink or don't you?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.

Remind me how to, um...

A68 towards Wooler.

Then follow the signs
to Kielder, then Howden.

And the pub's called the Goose.

The Wild Goose, actually,
but you can't miss it.

I'll be there at 7:00.

If you're not, I'll be
gone at five past.

No, no, no. I'll be there.

Good evening, Mrs. Paige.

- Could I see Agnes, please?
- Told you he'd come.

- Of course.
- Agnes, just...

I will need to
speak to her alone.

Come in.

Thank you.

He wants to talk to
Agnes on her own.

She's upset, man.
She won't know what...

Would you mind, please?

How are you, Agnes?

I'm okay.

There's something
I have to ask you.

It's nothing to worry about,

'cause it makes no difference
to what will happen to your dad.

Do you understand?

Were you there when
your dad hit your mammy?

No.

I ran away.

Was there anybody
else in the room?

No.

Did you go back
in... Afterwards?

Why, Agnes?

To see her.

She was dead.

Did you do anything?

Could you tell me about it?

Her eyes were open.

I put me hankie over her.

Like this.

Excuse me.

Is... Is there a
pub 'round here?

What, here?

Yeah. Here. Is
this... Is this Howden?

Aye. But there's no pub here.

What pub you looking for?

Uh, it's called the Goose.

Or the Wild Goose.

I think somebody
was having us on.

- Aye.
- Sorry.

Wild goose chase. Very clever.

In goal, Ronnie Simpson.

Right back, Bobby Cowell.

Left back, Ron Batty.
Right half, Jimmy Scoular.

It was Agnes.

She covered her mum's face.

Poor little lass.

And outside left,
Bobby Mitchell.

Thank you and good night,
sensation seekers everywhere!

Used to come here with John.

When we could drag him
away from the pub or work.

I feel sorry for him, 'cause
he'll turn 'round in 15 years

and say, "Oh, Leigh Ann's
all grown up, and I missed it."

But he sees her, doesn't he?

Yeah. He has her
every other weekend.

But what does he do?

He buys her things.

He doesn't know how
to do anything with her.

When I go to pick her
up, she can't wait to leave.

She never mentions him anymore.

She's forgetting him.

I don't want her to
grow up without a dad.

What's that mean?

It means I'm gonna
ask for a divorce.

And I'm gonna
find somebody else.

For me and for her.

I shouldn't, really.

She's never seen her mum smoke.

Oh, I'll take her for a paddle.

- Would you?
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on, sweetheart.
Let's go for a paddle.

Come on.

You can bring your bucket.

You don't need your spad...

Oh, all right. Bring
your spade. Come on.

Won't be long, Geraint.

Then we'll go on
the beach now, okay?

Cup of tea first, though.

No. Straight to the beach.

Isn't that right, Geraint?

Straight to the beach
as soon as I park the car.

Geraint?

- Geraint!
- Geraint!

- Geraint!
- Geraint!

Geraint!

- Geraint!
- Geraint!

Geraint!

What's going on?

I found him on the
steps down to the beach.

"Going for a paddle," he said.

See youse.

Have a nice holiday.

- Bye.
- Hey, thanks.

Who was that masked man?

Oh, that was the Lone Ranger.

You're supposed
to be on holiday.

This is personal.

So, what are you trying to
do... Make me look like a fool?

Do you think you need help?

I went 'round to me
in-laws yesterday afternoon.

Have you any idea
what that costs me?

Why? Did you take a taxi?

I had to grovel.

"Can I please see me daughter?"

"No, you can't. It's
the wrong weekend.

And anyway they're out.

With Mr. Gently again."

Well, as you said, it
wasn't your weekend.

Okay. What's going on?

There are people laughing at me.

Who is laughing at you exactly?

Everybody!

Fancy a cup of tea?

- Get out!
- Get out!

I'll tell you what's going on.

Your wife is lonely
and confused.

Has been confused.

I don't think she is anymore.

She just wanted a
friendly face to talk to.

You can talk on the phone.

You don't need to take
them both on days out.

Hang on.

"Has been confused."
What does that mean?

There are two things not going
on between me and your wife.

The first one is so obvious
I'm not even gonna say it.

Everybody else is.

The second is that
I'm not a go-between.

If you want to know
what's on your wife's mind,

you go and ask her.

Oh, you're looking for a
smack in the gob, mate.

Sir, there's a 2-year-old boy
gone missing from a campsite.

Taylor, this is C.I.D.

It's not the Mountain
Rescue Team.

Why don't you come
back when there's a crime?

How long has he been missing?

22 hours, sir.

That's too long.
Bring me the details.

Okay if I come along, gov?

He's called Robin.

According to his folks, he's
never wandered off before.

- Thanks, love.
- Robin!

Robin!

Robin!

- Yeah.
- Robin! Robin!

Robin, where are you?!

Darren?

Oi.

Hello.

Me and me mum moved
into Alan's house with Agnes.

I heard a little
lad's gone missing.

That's just the other side
of the campsite, isn't it?

No, no.

It's... It's a long way
away from the campsite.

- Aye.
- How is Agnes?

Just watching the
telly with her nana.

I think I'd better go
and m-make the tea.

Is there anybody in that
family that's not totally crackers?

It's gonna be dark soon.

Robin!

I don't like this.

Robin!

That little boy who went
over the cliff last year.

- How far away?
- That was half a mile.

It was a little girl.

What killed her?

Injuries sustained in the
fall, as far as I remember.

You know, it was an accident.

Kids were playing on
the cliff edge and, uh...

well, she fell over.

And the kids
didn't tell anybody,

so they didn't find the
body until the next morning.

So the other kids
actually saw it happen?

It wasn't my case, gov.

I just think the kids
denied being there

in case they got into
trouble, you know?

And we don't know
how she went over?

Well...

Who found her?

I don't know.

Um, Taylor!

Sir.

Robin! Robin!

Remember that, uh, kid
that fell over the cliff last year?

- Aye.
- Who found her?

Uh, some bloke passing by.

I took the call meself.

What, he was just what...

Walking his dog
on the beach, or...

No, he was on his way
to work in the steelworks.

About 5:00 in the morning.

He's walking to work
along the beach?

No, no, he said he
was driving along

in the car on the top road.

Sir, you can't see the bottom
of the cliff from the road.

Get me that man's details,

and I want the forensic
on that dead girl

on my desk tomorrow morning.

Come on.

Mr. McManus?

- Aye?
- We'd like to talk to you

about the death of
Laura Gadd last year.

Is there somewhere we can go?

So you stopped the car
because you needed a crap,

and that is why you
went down to the beach,

and that is where you found
the body of little Laura Gadd.

That's right.

Do you expect
me to believe that?

There's nothing
in your statement

about being caught short.

Well, I was a bit embarrassed.
Know what I mean?

You were a two-minute
drive away from work.

You couldn't wait two minutes?

Oh, what, are there no
toilets here, are there?

Have you never needed
a crap, Sergeant?

I've never needed
a crap detector.

Not when it's a
pile as big as this.

I understand you
were once cautioned

for a sexual offense,
Mr. McManus.

10 years ago.

The girl told me
she was over 16.

How the hell was I
supposed to know?

Like them young, do you?

Look, the polis believed us,
or they'd have charged me.

No, no, no. No. A
caution is a charge.

All right?

Do you like little
boys as well, Neil?

What's this about?

There's a campsite
near the cliff top.

- Do you know it?
- No.

Never been there?

What's this about?

A little boy went missing
from there on Sunday.

You must know about that.

Yeah, I heard about it.

So?

Oh, come on.

You're pulling my leg.

Where were you Sunday
afternoon and evening?

At home.

Alone?

No. My wife was there.

So your wife could
corroborate that?

I was out...

I was out for a
drive o-on my own.

- I was just driving around.
- Really?

Anybody vouch for that?

- No.
- No.

I need you to come down
to the station with us, please.

Have his wife brought in.

He was lying,
though, wasn't he, sir?

100%.

I love it when jocks
think they're clever.

Excuse me.

Is there any corner of mankind

that you don't have some
kind of problem with, Sergeant?

Rhetorical question,
I presume, that.

I just want to dig deeper
into Rob Roy's past, okay?

- Sir?
- Busy!

There's a bloke
called Williams here.

Said some man's been
behaving suspiciously

with his young
lad at the campsite.

And this was definitely Sunday?

Same day that Robin
Pershore was taken away?

Yeah. We'd just arrived, see?

And we left Geraint
sitting in the car.

Only he'd wandered
off the way he does,

and this chap had his hand.

Leading him away
or bringing him back?

Well, it's hard
to tell, isn't it?

I mean, we spotted them
and shouted, you see.

Would you recognize
this man again?

Oh, yeah.

Can you describe him?

Big fella, fair hair,
a-and he had a beard.

- Hello, Agnes.
- Hello.

Is your, uh, Uncle Darren in?

No.

Do you know where he is?

He's on me Dad's
allotment. He's took it over.

Right. Where's that?

Where... Where is it, Agnes?

They tell me you have
something more to say.

I was with a lass called
Angela on Sunday.

Angela. That's a nice name.

Tell me about Angela.

She was the wee girl that
showed you where I was today.

Very nice.

And?

The wife doesn't have to
know about this, does she?

About what?

Angela's married to
the next-door neighbor.

Oh, dear.

We have to be
careful, obviously.

Obviously.

So we do it in the car.

And that's what you were
doing on Sunday afternoon?

- Angela.
- Yeah.

And she'll tell me
the same story?

If she has to.

Oh, she will have to.

So you're not satisfied
within the marriage, I take it?

Angela the only woman you're
seeing outside the marriage?

- What's that got to do with...
- Just answer.

Look...

I get it where I can.

- Okay with you?
- Perfectly.

Does the name Domenica
Charlton mean anything to you?

No.

What?

Is that the tart that was
done in by her husband?

Got what was coming to her.

Because?

Shagging other men?

Oh.

I'd have done the
same if I was him.

I see.

But you never knew her?

No.

So... you and Angela.

Angela is married, you said?

Yeah.

Well, let's hope her husband

doesn't give her what's
coming to her, eh?

You give her a lift
to work, I take it?

That's how it all started.

Every so often you find
a deserted bit of cliff top,

pull the car over, and
start the day with a smile.

On the beach?

On the back seat. In a lay-by.

Mr. McManus, we've
already established

that you can't see the
beach from the road.

So how come you found
the body of Laura Gadd?

Somebody else found it.

Came tapping on the car window.

A man.

Can you describe him?

Heavyset bloke, fair hair.

Mr. Paige, can I have a... Oi!

Get off! Get off!

Get off!

Get!

- Hands behind your back.
- Aah!

Well, there he
was at the window.

I'm trying to get my pants
up, and Angela's trying to get...

Yeah, all right.

What did he say?

"There's a girl
dead on the beach.

You better call the police."

Then what?

Then he ran off.

I went down to the beach
and found the wee girl,

and then I phoned the polis.

Why didn't you mention
this man to the police?

He saw what we were doing.

I didn't want him saying
anything to the polis

about me and Angela.

Which way did he run?

Towards High Blyth.

Would you recognize
him if you saw him again?

I don't know. It was...
It was a year ago.

The windows were all
steamed up, you know?

Angela confirmed your
alibi. You're free to go.

If I were you, I'd modify
my behavior in future.

If me granny had
handlebars, she'd be a fish.

Yes.

You have no reason not to
answer this question truthfully.

Is this the man who
tapped on your car window

and told you there was a dead
girl on the beach a year ago?

That's him right enough.

Nice meeting you.

Give my love to Angela.

Mr. Williams.

Is this the man who had
your son's hand on Sunday?

Please be sure.

I'm not sure.

Would you like a closer look?

What were you
gonna do with my son?!

What were you gonna do to him?!

What were you gonna do to him?!

What were you
gonna do to him, huh?!

- I'll kill him!
- Get him out of here!

What were you gonna do to him?!

You were present at
the scene of one death,

Laura Gadd a year ago,

and one abduction,
Robin Pershore on Sunday.

This is no coincidence.

Where is he, Darren?

You tell me what you've
done with Robin Pershore.

You tell me, or I swear
I will beat it out of you!

No! Don't let him
hit us, please.

I wouldn't dream
of stopping him.

Aah!

Tell us!

Tell me!

Tell me!

He's in the shed.

He's in the shed.

Oh, God. The shed.

I didn't look.

Come on.

There we go.

There you go.

They'll take you up
to Mummy. Go on.

There's food and
drink in there and all.

Looks like he's
been well cared for.

Good.

Darren Paige, I'm charging you

with abduction and
false imprisonment.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do
say will be taken down

and may be used in
evidence against you.

You also have to
answer questions

about the death of Laura Gadd.

Did you push her
off the cliff, Darren?

Huh?

Huh? No?

How'd you know her
body was there, then?

Look.

You want to do it the
easy way this time, Darren,

or the hard way?

Hard way, then.

Oh, please.

I'll leave you
to it, then, John.

My sergeant's less
inhibited when I'm not here.

How did you know her
body was on the beach?

I'll come back in,
what, half-hour, John?

Aah! Agnes! Agnes told me!

Agnes told you?

Don't be pathetic, man.

He's lying, gov.

Any idea where I can find her?

Well, all she said was that
she was going out to play.

You could try the campsite.

Where are the kids?

♪ The farmer's in his den ♪

♪ E-I-addio ♪

♪ The farmer's in his den ♪

♪ The farmer wants a wife ♪

♪ The farmer wants a wife ♪

♪ E-I-addio ♪

♪ The farmer wants a wife ♪

You have to pick
me. It's my game.

♪ The wife wants a bairn ♪

♪ The wife wants a bairn ♪

♪ E-I-addio ♪

♪ The wife wants a bairn ♪

Agnes?

What's funny, Agnes?

You.

You think you can see us.

I know you cannot.

Maybe he wasn't lying.

Tell the press office I want
nothing leaked about this.

She must have anonymity.

The papers will have her
name before the day's out, gov.

Somebody in here will
tell somebody summat.

John, this is a
case like any other.

Not anymore, it isn't.

She's been given a solicitor.

Oh, you're joking.

You think I asked for it?

Her dad asked
me to take this on.

Great.

Sort yourselves out.

Okay, look.

It was a childish
prank. I apologize.

No hard feelings.

Apologize to her.

I apologize.

Good.

We have reason to suspect that
Agnes may have been involved

in the death of Laura Gadd,

who disappeared from a
campsite near her home.

Her uncle is lying
to save his own neck.

Possibly.

But I have to question Agnes

just like I would
any other suspect.

She says she knows nothing.

But I think she's
being loyal to her uncle.

She's a child.

If you'd have been
at that campsite

and seen the look on her face

as she singled
out this little lad.

There is such a thing as evil.

- Evil?
- Mm-hmm.

Is this the line your
questioning is going to take?

No, it isn't. I don't
believe in evil people.

But I do believe
in evil actions.

And I have a feeling there's a
lot we don't know about Agnes.

She's clearly disturbed.

Then she should be
in a psychiatric unit,

- not in a police station.
- Well, maybe.

Right now I have to
decide if she's a killer.

How are they treating you at
the children's home, Agnes?

They're horrible.

All you get is,
"How do you feel?

How do you feel?"

There like the Daleks.

And how do you feel, Agnes?

What am I getting wrong for?

Just for playing "The
Farmer's in His Den"?

How is it you were able
to tell your Uncle Darren

about Laura Gadd's body
being on the beach, Agnes?

Didn't. Why is he saying that?

Now, why do you think he
might say that if it wasn't true?

I don't want to get me
Uncle Darren in trouble.

It's all right.

You must tell us
the truth, Agnes.

Did you tell Uncle Darren
where to find Laura Gadd's body?

I don't even know who she is.

No. You do know
who she is, Agnes.

How did you know
her body was there?

I don't even know what
you're talking about, man.

She fell off the cliff playing
blindman's buff, anyway.

- How do you know that?
- 'Cause it was in the Chronicle.

Where were you
three days ago, Agnes,

when little Robin Pershore was
taken away from the campsite?

You don't have to answer
that, Agnes, if you don't want to.

I thought we were here

to talk about what
happened to Laura Gadd.

Yeah, we are, and also the
abduction of Robin Pershore

three days ago.

- Why have you got a funny name?
- Never mind that.

Where were you on Sunday?

If you have bairns,
they'll get the funny name.

Barney and Beryl Bacchus.

Just answer the
question, please, Agnes.

They'll get laughed at at
school, and it'll be your fault.

Have you got a bairn?
I bet you can't see her.

Why don't you just
shut your face, Agnes?

Okay.

This is your client refusing
to answer questions, is it?

Go and get a cup of tea, John.

- Gov...
- Go get a cup of tea.

Hello, there. Would I be
speaking to Domenica?

Domenica?

Domenica's dead.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
How embarrassing.

That's local
bureaucracy for you.

Sorry. You would be?

- Her mother.
- Right.

My name's David Cohen.

I'm with the
children's department.

I've been sent here to speak
with you for a few minutes.

It's about a young
relation of yours, I believe.

Uh, your
granddaughter, possibly?

Agnes?

Agnes. Yes. That's right.

Agnes.

Better come in.

Thank you.

So Agnes' dad
murdered her mother.

Wow.

Yes, I think it's starting
to ring a bell, actually.

Did nobody tell you this?

Would you believe that? No.

First day on a new job.

I'm a stranger to the region,
and they tell me nothing.

In at the deep end.

You don't mind if I take
notes, do you, uh, Mrs. Paige?

I want to keep myself straight.

Surely to God they
put it in the notes.

Yes, you'd think
so, wouldn't you?

No.

Shocking.

I mean, how am I expected
to be Agnes' caseworker

if they don't give
me all the facts?

Caseworker?

Did I not say?

I'm in charge of Agnes'
welfare while she's in care.

Agnes says you're lying, Darren.

She also says you're
daft and you're a drinker

and you told her that you loved
her mother, your own sister.

You think you're a
normal person, Darren?

I didn't mean to get
Agnes into trouble.

Oh, well, you
have. She's in care.

And she'll have
half of Fleet Street

trying to find out her
name and address by now.

All because of you.

Oh. Huh?

Look... waterworks again.

Are you a lass
really, Darren, hmm?

Or a bit of a queer bloke?

What was it you said
you did to Laura Gadd

before you pushed her over?

I didn't do anything to anybody.

So you're sticking to your story

that it was Agnes who told
you where the body was?

What about Geraint
Williams, then?

I found him with Agnes.

She was just taking
him for a walk, she said.

And tell me, Mrs. Paige, what
do the neighbors think of all this?

A 13-year-old girl
being questioned

over the death of a toddler.

Are they being hostile?

What did you say
your name was again?

Mrs. Paige, would you
say that what happened

to your daughter,
Domenica, was... evil?

Yes.

And would you say
that where evil exists,

it can sometimes...
maybe be passed on?

I would.

From a father to
a child, perhaps?

There's an evil seed.

I'm sorry. I didn't
quite catch that.

An evil seed.

There's such a
thing as an evil seed.

An evil seed.

Sorry I lost me temper
with Agnes, okay?

You can't bring that
stuff into work, John.

Yep. Yep. I know.

I said I'm sorry.

One of them is lying, sir.

Agnes has a
history of covering up

for the men in her family, yes.

But I think it's Darren.

I do, and I think that
you should let me

have half an hour
on me own with him.

Sir, Miss Simmons
wants to take Agnes

back to the children's home.

- Is that okay?
- No.

Tell Sarah I want
another hour with Agnes.

I need to question her
about her mother's murder.

Okay, sir.

"Sarah," is it, now?

Why don't you ask her out
on a date while you're about it?

Maybe 'cause I'm not
an idiot like you are.

Why are we going back to
the murder of the mother?

I'll take the lead this
time. You keep quiet.

Did the canteen

send you something
nice for your tea, Agnes?

She didn't eat.

Why is that?

How could I eat with
her looking at us?

- Who?
- Her.

Anybody.

You don't like people
watching you eat? Why is that?

Because they're not
supposed to see you.

Well, why not? Why
must nobody see you?

Why is he staring
at us all the time?

You think I'm horrible,
don't you, Mr. Funny Name?

You think I
killed a little girl.

Why does he not say summat?

Look, this is not helping.

I didn't kill anybody.
I was just playing.

When was this, Agnes?

When are we talking about?

Playing when? Playing what?

Why do you have to ask
me so many questions?

'Cause I'm a police officer
investigating a murder.

Go and get Taylor.

What?

Just do it.

Could you tell us exactly
what you saw and did

the night your mum died?

- No.
- Why not?

'Cause I was never there.

Well, yes, you
were there, Agnes,

'cause you've
already told us that.

I went to get me Uncle
Darren at the pub.

Then we went to me nana's,
and I went straight to bed.

No, you didn't,

because your Uncle Darren
didn't know you were there.

That's what he
says. He tells lies.

Agnes, it is very important
that you tell us what happened

when your dad arrived
and found you there.

Nothing.

I know he's told you not to
say anything, but he's wrong.

There was somebody else
there, wasn't there? A man.

Was it somebody you knew?

You don't have to answer, Agnes.

Why did you go back

and cover your mum's
eyes with a hankie?

I think he's the evil monster
what's got X-ray eyes.

Are you off "Doctor
Who" with them eyes?

- You've had your hour.
- Yeah. Taylor?

The newspaper accounts
of Laura Gadd's death.

Could Agnes have read an account

of Laura and the other
kids from the campsite

paying blindman's
buff on the cliff?

Yes. That was
in the papers, sir.

See?

Why?

Why what, sir?

Why were those
things in the papers?

I thought you said the
kids refused to say anything

for fear of getting
into trouble.

Yeah, you're right.

So why do you
say that Laura Gadd

was playing blindman's buff?

Well, it was just obvious
'cause of the blindfold, sir.

Tell me that again.

Why else would she
have had a blindfold on?

Laura Gadd was found
dead wearing a blindfold?

Yes, sir.

Why did you go back into your
mum's room and cover her eyes?

Time's up.

Thank you.

This is probably against some
Home Office rule somewhere,

but thank you for meeting me.

So what is it that you
wanted to say to me?

Look, Sarah.

Something has
happened to this girl.

I thought at first it was
the murder of her mother.

But the death of Laura
Gadd predates that by a year.

But you can't prove
any connection

between Agnes and Laura Gadd.

No proof yet, but
compelling evidence.

So what I wanted
to say was this.

If it does come to
criminal charges,

I will do anything in my power
to help her through this ordeal.

You're a decent man, George.

If and when I do
have to charge her,

there'll be a lot
of press interest.

So I'll try to put a ring of
steel around her and her family.

Here you are.

I will also urge the
court not to name her

unless she's found guilty.

Uh, sorry. You'll get
it back in a second.

Too late.

"13-year-old Agnes Charlton."

They've even
identified the care home.

Sir, where have you
been? I've been...

Have you seen this?

I will ask you this just once,
and I will believe your answer.

Was this you?

- No.
- Do you know who it was?

- No, I don't.
- Good.

Agnes has been
moved to a new place,

and I've got uniformed men
outside the house in High Blyth.

So what are we doing now?
Are we charging her or not?

Have you examined Agnes'
school and medical records?

- Yes.
- Did you find anything?

A few broken bones, and she
bunks off school sometimes.

- Nothing else?
- No.

Is your heart in
this? I don't think it is.

Have you talked to anybody?

Gov, I'm a copper!
I'm not a social worker!

Do I look like a lass with
a degree in making tea?

This is not our job!

What?!

Sir, Darren Paige
would like to talk to you.

I take back what I
said about Agnes.

You were right. I was pathetic.

I did it.

I took both those
little lads away.

Agnes had nothing to do with it.

I killed that
little lass and all.

Tell me how you left Laura Gadd.

- What?
- Tell me how you left her.

Did you do anything unusual?

Did you leave anything on her?

Um...

I'm sick of lies.

Do you have any
comments for us, sir?

I've no comment for you.

Chief Inspector, has Agnes
Charlton been charged?

Do you have any information...

What's the evil
seed, Mrs. Paige?

Or who?

I never said that.

That liar from the
paper made it all up.

Do you believe there
is evil in human beings?

Some.

You think Agnes is evil?

We are trying to help
Agnes, Mrs. Paige.

I promise you that.

But I need to know the truth.

Help me to help her.

We either charge her,
gov, or we let her go home.

If she's innocent,

if her behavior is all about
the family she came from,

then charging her with murder

would just be one
more act of abuse.

She'll never recover.

This is a child, John.

Yeah, a child who
has killed a little kid

and abducted another one

and was out choosing a third
by the time we got hold of her.

Look. No. She needs to
be taken out of society.

And society is relying on
us to do that, me and you,

not Sarah Simmons.

She gets paid to get people
off whether they've done it or not.

We get paid to get it right.

And what's getting it
right in a case like this?

She'll do it again.

If a dog savages your baby
in a pram, you don't say,

"Oh, never mind. It's only
a little puppy," do you?

No, you don't.
You get it put down.

I didn't mean that literally.

Do you remember

taking a little boy for a walk
on the campsite last week?

I wasn't on the campsite
last week or any week.

I've never been on the campsite.

W-Why would I even
go on the campsite

when I haven't got a tent?

You were on the campsite
when we found you, Agnes.

That was the first time ever.

So it wasn't you

who took a little boy
called Geraint for a walk?

Geraint?

Is he the jolly giant?

Everyone's got stupid,
funny names these days.

Answer my question, please.

I was never on the campsite,

so how could I take a
jolly giant for a walk?

Well, your Uncle
Darren says you did.

And I believe him.

I also believe that you
took Robin Pershore

later the same day.

Did you?

Why, Agnes?

Tell us why.

Help me to understand.

I just wanted them kiddies
to know what it's like, sir.

What what's like, Agnes?

What it's like when no
one can see you anymore,

when you don't exist, really.

Will you stand up for
me, please, Agnes?

Agnes Charlton, I am
charging you with murder

and with two
counts of abduction.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything that you
do say will be taken down

and may be used in
evidence against you.

Do you understand?

Does it mean I can go home now?

All this is all gonna be
about now is punishment.

That doesn't make sense.

I'm a policeman.

Before that, I was a soldier.

All I've ever known is a world

where people are held
responsible for their actions.

- Even children?
- How can it be otherwise?

And that little
girl that she killed

and all the others that
she would have killed,

there has to be justice
for them and their families.

- Through retribution.
- Through retribution, yeah.

Society doesn't
have any other way.

Well, that won't give them
peace of mind, George.

What will?

Understanding.

An explanation.

There already is an explanation

if the papers are
to be believed.

Yeah. Some babies
are just born evil.

What would you have me do?

You're a critic of the
system you work in, George,

but you belong to it in the end.

So do I.

Because now I have to walk her
through some mindless process

which has absolutely
no interest at all

in the truth about
Agnes Charlton.

She settle down?

Eventually, sir.

Look, gov, I'm sorry.

I know we haven't seen
eye to eye on this one.

But...

I do think it was
the right result.

We did our job.

Why don't you go home?

Why? There's no one there.

All over between
you and Lisa, John?

Bar the shouting, yeah.

I phoned earlier on to say
good night to Leigh Ann,

and, um...

she was busy.

Watching telly.

I'm sorry.

Could have been
her, you know, gov.

It could've been Leigh Ann
next going for a walk with Agnes.

I kept thinking about that.

You broke your promise.

You said Agnes would
never be in a courtroom.

She won't be going
into a witness box,

because I believe
she'll plead guilty.

And yet we need to
tell her story, don't we?

She didn't kill anybody.

Well, yes, she did, Alan.

She blindfolded Laura Gadd
and pushed her off a cliff.

Why?

What turned your
daughter into a killer?

A year before you
murdered her mother.

Let's start at the
beginning, shall we?

You're not Agnes'
father, are you?

She never admitted
who the father was.

I wanted to marry her anyway.

I didn't care she was
carrying another man's bairn.

Who was her father? Do you know?

Who was Satan?

Was Domenica a prostitute, Alan?

No.

But she saw a lot
of men, didn't she?

And that made you
jealous, and so you killed her.

At least that's what
you told the jury.

But why mustn't
Agnes give evidence?

What good will this do?

In terms of her sentence, none.

Agnes is gonna spend a good
many years in custodial care.

But that doesn't mean
it's the end of her life, Alan.

Because it depends
on the help she can get.

But nobody can help
her if nobody knows.

To help her to a future, I
need to understand her past.

I'd like to understand as well.

I have a daughter.

And she has a broken home.

I've hurt her.

And she's angry.

I think Agnes is
angry, don't you?

When Agnes was born,
the first day of her life...

Domenica tried to suffocate her.

A nurse saw.

Postnatal depression, they said.

But, Mr. Gently...

Domenica kept trying.

Eventually I had her sectioned

and I took Agnes to the
coast to start a new life.

But Agnes kept
going back to her,

even though you'd
taken her away?

They were drawn to each other.

There is evil in this
world, Inspector.

Take my word for it.

There is evil.

And when he came
back into Domenica's life,

I had to stop it.

Who?

Agnes' father.

Was he the man in the room
that night, the Scotsman?

When I saw...

what was happening
in that room...

something snapped.

I hit him twice with a poker.

But Domenica
threw herself at us.

I just... hit her and hit her.

But he was gone.

Agnes was gone as well.

Who was it?

He's their father.

He's Domenica's father.

And he's Agnes' father.

Mrs. Paige know about this?

Aye, she does.

I don't know about Darren.

I mean, what... What
does Darren ever know?

But they both knew
what I didn't know.

He'd come back to find Domenica.

They knew that,
but they didn't tell us.

He'd been in the area two years.

But this time...

he was looking
for Agnes as well.

Agnes?

He did to Agnes...

what he'd done to Domenica.

When did this start?
When did he come back?

Easter last year.

Just a few months before
Laura Gadd was killed.

Agnes tried to take
Geraint Williams.

You foiled her.

Then she took Robin Pershore.

You foiled her.

Why did she start
taking children again

over a year after she
killed Laura Gadd?

Why?

Had your father turned
up again, Darren?

It was that same morning.

I came out into the garden, and
there he was, talking to Agnes.

I sent her inside,
and I-I told him...

I told him that...
That it had got to stop.

But he... he just give us
a smack around the face

and said he'd do what he liked.

So I-I told him I was... I
was going to the police.

But I-I couldn't, you know?

He's me dad.

Where is he, Darren?
Where's your father?

He cannot help
himself, you know.

Don't want to hear it, Darren.

Where is he?

He was at the seamen's
hostel in Jarrow.

But he'll be gone by now.

Under the name
of Smith, I presume.

This Mr. Smith, he
comes and goes, does he?

Aye, a couple of nights
here, a couple of nights there.

And how long this time exactly?

He said he'd just want
the room for the one night.

That was five nights ago.

Five...

He's still here? You're sure?

Why, he's not
collected his deposit.

Away, man. Look out.

Ohh.

He's in there.

I'm gonna get you shut down.

Oh, look at that.

"Ronnie and Domenica, May 1946."

Before he became Satan.

They look happy.

That room's gonna need to
be paid to be defumigated.

And I'll get the blame for that.

Muggins.

Come on, pet.

You look very smart today.

Aye. It's a big day.

Your dad splashed
out on a new motor?

Bit young for him, isn't it?

It's not his.

What, your mum learned
to drive at her age?

No.

- Oh.
- A friend.

Say goodbye to Daddy, Leigh Ann.

Goodbye, Daddy.

Yes, pet.

Her QC and I spent
two hours yesterday

in chambers with the judge,
just talked through it all.

And?

He said, "It's not evidence."

He's a nice old cove.

Takes his wig off
when he's talking to her.

Tries not to talk
in Latin too much.

Been a lot of nice
people on this case.

But none of them
have made a difference

to this ugly, ugly outcome.

This is the day that makes our
jobs look pointless and stupid.

Many things have been written
in the press and elsewhere

about the particular
character of this dreadful case.

There has been much speculation

as to how a child
of such tender years

could have committed
such appalling crimes.

The cold-blooded
murder of an innocent child

has left many grasping
for explanations.

In the end, however,

society and this court
must content themselves

with the knowledge that the
accused has had a fair hearing

and that the victims of
her abominable crimes

will receive justice.

Accordingly, I have this to say
to the court and to you, Agnes.

Will you stand, please?

You are to be detained
at Her Majesty's Pleasure

at a secure unit
until you are of age,

at which point

you are to be given into
the care of the prison service.

It will be for others to
decide when it may be safe

to release you into the
community once more.

But in any event, you
will serve at least 20 years.

I know you cannot see me.

I'm here.

But none of you can see me.

Take her away, please.

Ready?

Yeah.

I'm gonna write you letters

and send you drawings
of whatever I see.

Okay?

Yeah. I would like that, Agnes.

Thank you.

There is a life to come for you.

Try and remember that.

That's a funny thing to say.

Yeah. Maybe.

Just try and remember it.

It's okay. Go on.

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