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There you go, tea and two. Cheers.

Morning. If Esther's chucked him out, it's your turn to put him up.

Right, put them there. No, you don't. Down there.

Desk in the corner, please.

What?

I only wanted the adamsons. These are all the adamsons.

From '71. Can't do that, sir.

All archived by surname. It's all the adamsons or none.

I'm glad I didn't ask for joneses.

Morning, ma'am.

Morning, Sandra.

Morning. This was found last week in the foundations of a dole office

that was being demolished at finsbury park.

Builders took it to a police station. This is what got them interested.

There's no blood anywhere else, just on the shorts.

Not shorts, Brian...

Hot pants.

There's a world of difference.

The owner was identified through this -

a baby's vaccination card.

William adamson.

Born 21st of January 1971.

Reported missing 15th of August 1971,

along with his mother, Donna, aged 24.

Shouldn't it have gone to the station who filed them missing?

It did. So it's their case.

It's my case.

Excuse me. I decide which investigations we pursue.

No. I mean, it is my case.

Was my case, when I was stationed at finsbury park Nick.

You're not going to go all obsessive, are you, Brian?

Probably.

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't matter if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ getting to the end of the day. ♪

It was just a routine missing persons enquiry.

A medical student reported his wife and child had disappeared.

So, the usual. Give it two days, get back to us.

What happened? Nothing.

After I'd made enquiries and got nowhere,

my superior told me to put it on the index and forget about it.

Donna had probably walked out on him, shacked up with another darkie.

Darkie? His words, not mine.

It's just the way people spoke back then.

When I started we were told never to use the word black.

The expression was coloured.

Then race relations came in

and we were told never to use the word coloured.

Yeah, black was the new black. Yes!

So, our starting point is as usual in these cases. With the husband.

Paul adamson,

md, obe,

consultant in genetics.

Photo courtesy of his latest book, the genetic paradox.

When I met him in '71, he was a scruffy-looking student.

I told him thousands disappear every year and most come home.

He cried. I felt sorry for him.

When, in all probability, he'd just murdered his family.

Take your time, mr adamson.

They're dead, aren't they?

There is blood on Donna's shorts and we're currently running tests to see whose blood it is.

We managed to get both William and Donna's DNA

from a baby bottle and a hairbrush that we found in the holdall but,

obviously, after three decades...

That is the line of enquiry we will be taking.

I feel relieved.

Just knowing something.

Not that it tells us anything.

Except that, perhaps, Donna didn't walk out on you after all.

At the time you felt you might have spent too much time at lectures.

Concentrating on study, not your wife.

I'm sorry, who are you? Brian Lane.

PC Lane, as I was then.

You came to the house.

If you could remind me what time you left the day they disappeared.

If you could remind me why you didn't do more to find them.

I came three times. You weren't in.

I appreciate this must be very difficult for you.

You don't have children, do you?

There's trained sympathy in your face but that's all.

Of course, I'm your chief suspect.

Well, I'm happy to give you a DNA swab.

Thank you. Why did you go down the pub...

After your lectures had finished?

My lecturer invited me. I couldn't say no. Perhaps you didn't go home

because there was no happy family. Perhaps I just went to the pub.

I adored my wife.

Cor, Brian's writing!

I should leave them on. They suit you.

There you go! You look almost intelligent.

The night before Donna disappeared, she and Paul shared a bottle of wine and a vesta curry.

Ah, vesta curry, the call of the orient.

Would you have a romantic dinner if you were just about to kill your wife and child?

I would if I was into last suppers.

I can scan and enlarge that, if you want. Will it hurt?

The case was given a low priority. Low priority not no priority.

Paul adamson's our chief suspect. He's our only suspect.

Couldn't Donna's family have known why she walked out? Or a friend?

You talked to one neighbour.

If you had, we'd have more than f-all to go on.

Um... i think we need to look at this on parallel lines.

So, why would Paul adamson want to kill his wife and child?

And who else is in the frame?

I've got to go out. Jack, divvy-up the jobs.

Gone into bird-in-charge mode.

I didn't think you'd come. You haven't returned my calls.

I've been busy. No, you're pissed off I wasn't straight with you.

I was doing my job. Just like you.

Let me take you for lunch.

You don't have to make it up to me, Greg. Like you say, work is work.

This has nothing to do with work and you know it.

I promise I'll be straight with you from now on.

The house was bought in 1972 by its current owner, mr Eric Grant.

He had to get rid of the tenants and, apparently, he's got a list.

Paul and Donna rented two rooms in a multi-occupancy house.

Who knows how many lived there,

how many potential suspects?

I slipped up, Jack. Come on, Brian, that's half a lifetime ago.

Then it was a routine missing persons enquiry. And now?

Now, it's your clear-up time.

Come on.

Nice house. Mr Grant made a good investment.

This list is excellent.

Main living area.

Sofa, there.

Bookshelves.

Desk where Paul studied, there.

Clothes-horse. William's baby clothes hung out to dry.

Is he for real? It's a party trick.

You don't think anything happened here, do you? Have you a cellar?

Routine enquiry.

Fly fishing? I wouldn't have thought there was much sport here.

You'd be surprised. Fisherman? Not unless you count my ornamental pond.

Was Paul adamson still living here when you took the house over?

I can't remember him or his family.

He's not down here. Perhaps he went before I bought the house.

What about these other tenants? Do you remember Elaine farmer?

Joel Stevens? Come on, it was hard enough to find the list.

What about you, mrs Grant?

I wasn't around then.

I was only 18 in 1971. I do know I had a terrible crush on Mark bolan.

♪ Ride a white swan like the people of the beltane

♪ wear your hair long, babe, you can't go wrong... ♪ nice one.

♪ ..Catch a bright star and place it on your forehead

♪ say a few spells and, baby, there you go

♪ take a black cat sit it on your shoulder

♪ and in the morning you'll know all you know... ♪

what are you doing?

Taking myself back to a humdrum August day in 1971.

And what's it like?

Lonely.

This investigation isn't about you, Brian. Isn't it?

My daughter loved dancing.

And her parties, of course.

She would dance all night.

You were married to an American?

Louis was stationed here.

His plane went down during the Berlin airlift in 1948.

At least the Americans know how to look after their war widows.

This is very pleasant.

I'm very fortunate. My son-in-law takes care of my financial welfare.

What, Paul pays for this? He's my only family.

Tell me about the last time that you saw Donna, if you can.

The night of her 24th birthday. Paul had arranged a party for her.

I had William. It was her first night off. She needed it.

She wasn't coping? Not that summer, she was constantly in tears.

She missed the telephone exchange.

But in those days, women with young children didn't work.

That's Donna,

leading her ladies out in the post office workers' strike.

800 telephonists marched from lincolns inn to Hyde park corner.

What did they chant?

"8%! Sorry, wrong number."

Donna had just read the female eunuch

and wanted to change the world.

Do you think Donna would ever harm William in any way? No.

She loved him, fought to keep him.

Paul's parents didn't want her to keep the baby.

They put pressure on him. Pressure? How do I put this politely?

They didn't want him to have a child of indeterminate colour.

Threatened to cut him off. But he told them where to go. When Donna refused an abortion.

Paul proposed and they cut him off.

After Donna disappeared, they forgave him and he went back home.

Think he regretted his marriage?

I mean, a firebrand like Donna was hardly going to make the ideal doctor's wife, was she?

And in the way of a lot of money.

It's one thing not to want the kid, totally different to kill a baby.

Well, hello. Hello. I don't suppose you ballroom dance, do you?

Only, he's a bit of a fossil and I was a come dancing finalist.

No, we're in a bit of a hurry. No, go on. I'll hold your coat. No, we can't... enjoy yourself.

Come on. Oh, I haven't danced for years.

I have a bad foot. Enjoy it!

One and two and round...

Oh! You're not bad!

I don't remember seeing ballroom dancing on your cv.

When Carole and I went to marriage guidance,

the counsellor said we did nothing that involved us at the same time.

So Carole booked some lessons.

That's where I met Alison.

We found something better to do involving us both at the same time.

The blood spatter on the shorts isn't Donna's or William's.

But the pattern is interesting. The dispersal indicates it could have been caused by a nosebleed.

As the person breathes out, the blood is sent out in a fine spray.

Maybe Donna hit her attacker. Well, we've a motive for her husband now.

Trapped in a marriage, didn't want the baby and she was miserable.

It isn't his blood. But that doesn't rule him out. Far from it.

The blood could be someone else's.

Someone Donna was with that day. You mean like a lover?

Against my notes from the neighbour,

I found the words "often out..." She took a baby out in the pram.

"Often out all day". If she betrayed him, it's a double motive.

And, rather than see his family go somewhere else, he killed them.

Men who see a family as personal property. We're all had those.

If Donna did have a lover, maybe it was somebody at work.

We should find ex-colleagues, anyone to shed light on her personal life.

Mr Lane, you scribbled down a name that you didn't follow up at the time. Jill brewer?

According to your notes, adamson said she was friends with Donna.

Great. Let's find her.

Leave it with me. Actually, I've already found her husband.

Well done, clarky.

Just down there. Aisle 2. Thanks a lot.

Excuse me, Rick brewer?

I'm Jack halford. Gerry standing, from the metropolitan police.

We're re-opening a missing persons enquiry. We'd like to talk to you.

I never expected to hear from you. Didn't think you were interested.

But you weren't interviewed about the disappearance.

Of course I was interviewed. I reported her missing!

No, Donna's husband reported her missing.

What you on about? I'm talking about my wife, Jill.

Jill left for a day out.

Thought she'd gone to bexhill to see her sister...

But she never came home.

This was definitely August 15th 1971?

I know the day my wife disappeared.

Was there any reason she left?

She didn't leave a note. Did she take any belongings with her? None.

Anyway, why are you interested now? You didn't want to know at the time.

Do you recognise this woman?

Yeah.

It's one of Jill's women's lib friends.

That's who you were on about. Is she to do with Jill's disappearance?

We're not sure.

But it looks like they both vanished the same day.

But why wasn't the link between Donna and Jill made before?

Donna went missing in Islington, Jill in greenwich.

There were no computers then.

The connection would only have been made if the bodies were found.

Maybe Jill is the lover we're looking for.

Maybe they ran away and formed a publishing house. Let's be honest,

they were two bored housewives, desperate to get away from their crap lives. Thelma and Louise.

What? With a baby? They'd have had fun with a bit of housekeeping money and a few Bob child benefit. No.

Linda gough... Carol Cooper...

Lucy partington... Shirley Hubbard.

Yeah, yeah, Fred west's victims. Point being?

DC Hazel savage started out looking for west's missing daughter.

Uncovered her body and nine others.

We've got to widen the scope of what we're doing.

The questions we're asking.

She was a supervisor at the exchange.

Left a year or so before Donna. She came to visit when William was born.

I can't remember her name. Jill brewer.

Did Donna mention that she might be meeting her that day?

No. Why weren't you straight with us about your relationship with Donna?

According to her mother, you wanted Donna to have an abortion.

All right.

Yes, I did.

It wasn't the right time... For me.

For us. Why didn't you say at the time? I don't remember you asking.

And what about the other day?

It didn't seem relevant.

After William was born, I fell in love with him

and even deeper in love with Donna.

Being a family man was exactly what I wanted.

I'm ashamed that I asked her to terminate the pregnancy.

Donna was different.

She was extraordinary. The room stopped when she walked in.

If you don't believe me, see for yourself.

That's Donna with her husband, Paul. They're happy.

How can you know that? From the way he's looking at her.

And the way she keeps on holding his arm, even though she's talking to somebody else.

She's so full of life.

Oh! The female eunuch.

They had to reprint this every month to keep up with demand.

I had to queue up for my copy.

She wanted us women to stop buying into our own oppression.

Who did? Germaine greer. Oh.

It was marvellous. At least, what I read of it was.

What with Mark and Elaine and mum with her thrombosis

and you working 70 hours a week, I never got it finished!

You could read it now. Nah!

Be a bit like looking at a brochure for some exotic place

you've never visited and never will.

I'll make your chamomile tea.

These petals were found at the bottom of Donna's bag.

It's the creeping spearwort.

It looks like a little buttercup.

So it is. Now extinct.

And it only ever grew in a handful of water habitats. Now we have our first clue to the scene of crime.

Door bangs not if it's...

Stationery cupboard. Now!

Did you know he could run?

Jill brewer.

Donna adamson.

Paul adamson.

Eric Grant.

Our angling builder.

Tiny buttercups. Time to go fishing.

Can't decide on a BMW or a jag.

Spec's about the same. Both pricey, of course.

Beamers are a bit "black drugs dealer", aren't they?

What do you reckon? I don't drive.

There was a party in this house on 8th July 1971.

You were at it. Ok, I'll take your word for it.

Do you remember who you danced with?

You're having a laugh! Jesus, mate, haven't much to go on, have you?

This is the woman we're looking for. Donna adamson.

You danced with her, or tried to.

I told you the first time you came here.

I don't remember.

And, presumably, you forgot to tell us that you lived around the corner

with your mum and dad until 1972, when you bought this house.

Well, I... Didn't think it mattered.

I mean, we were talking about the old tenants.

This was a good investment. I'd done a bit of work and when it came on the market I made an offer.

Dad helped me with the mortgage.

Is that what you want? You worked on the house?

Yeah, re-plastering... Plumbing was a load of shite.

Usual remedial stuff.

This woman.

She was at the same party. Jill brewer. I don't know her.

Look, I'm very sorry, love, but I think you're wasting your time.

I understand. There is something you can do, mr Grant.

If you could give a DNA sample. Eh? To rule you out of our enquiries. Hang on, Sonny. It's PC Clark.

Ok, PC Clark, you're not having my genetic blueprint stored on one of your computers for all time.

Right? No, it won't be. Just until after the investigation.

Then it'll be destroyed. So, you want me to volunteer a sample?

Well, I say...

..No.

About the party.

You made a rather determined pass at Donna adamson.

Against the law to hit on a black bird, is it? You fancied her then.

Leave it. Did I say that? You're putting words in my mouth, love.

Mr halford's good on goldfish, Eric. Suggested we try a different type of food... Is everything all right?

The police are about to leave.

Look... you think I let Donna and William down.

I know I did.

Stick the race label on if you want but it was nothing remotely as interesting.

I was a glorified office boy.

You followed orders, whether you agreed with them or not.

Yes. Pcs back then only existed to please the sergeants.

Mine was the nearest I ever got to god. It's pathetic.

You're right.

I know it's too late for excuses.

I'm sorry.

With all due respect, sir, it's not me you should be apologising to.

Can you help me give Donna's family some answers? I am helping.

What, by playing silly buggers like you did at Grant's house?

Illegally obtained DNA.

Trying to steal that fag end.

You've done it, with the bullet.

Yes. A big mistake. Plus, you forget I'm not a police officer.

You've got a promising career ahead.

And you're forgetting something.

I'm a black police officer.

Quite frankly, that puts me at a disadvantage. Yeah, probably does.

But so did being a copper with an obsessive memory...

With an addiction to detail and booze.

And a fundamental inability to have any non-work-related conversation with anyone who wasn't Esther.

Plus, everyone was out to get me.

But I still made di. So you can run the bloody met.

Grant went out of his way to avoid telling us he knew Donna.

But he did. So, is he lying about Jill brewer?

I found out that Grant fishes at Willow ponds. Has done for years.

Now that was one of the last sites for the creeping spearwort,

which gives us a circumstantial link between Donna and Grant.

Also a possible murder site.

We'll drag the ponds. We need more than petals to justify that, Gerry.

The ponds aren't necessarily where he would dispose of the bodies.

Grant had access to hawthorn Avenue. He had a key because he was working on the house.

A year later he bought the house and extended out from the back of the building.

Was he hiding Donna and Jill there?

We haven't got enough for an arrest, though.

We need a link with the clothes.

Go back to forensics. There must be more than blood and buttercups.

I'll be back in an hour. That shrink must cost you fortunes.

Whispered conversation

so, how's work? It's a secret.

Sandra, can we do this again?

Yeah. I'd like that. Dinner?

Ok. How about Saturday night?

Saturdays are difficult. Oh, ok.

Call me when you've got a window. Look, Sandra, I have a daughter.

Her name's Helena and she's five.

I have her at weekends. Kim has her the rest of the time. Who's Kim? Helena's mother. Your ex-wife?

No. No, it was a fling.

The relationship was never serious,

so we forgot playing happy families and just tried to remain friends.

Look, I said I was going to be straight with you.

After a few disasters, I avoided relationships in case Helena gets fond and they don't stick around.

So, asking you out, it's a big deal. I'm just sorry I've done it so clumsily.

No. No, you haven't.

I think, um...

It proves that you're very grown-up. I can do sundays to Fridays.

The only trouble is, I don't know whether I'm grown-up.

I talked to them and they put me through to you. No, nothing. All right. Try 1972, north London.

What I want is a list of all sub-contractors who worked on the social security building.

In particular, I want jkg construction ltd.

"Wanting everything - the art of happiness."

"The road less travelled."

"You can heal your life."

"Women who love too much?"

Oh, must be one of Esther's. Am I supposed to know what they're for?

I'm trying to help you save some money on your, um... Lunchtime appointments.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

These are the books I've used on my self-improvement curve.

I've listed all the medication I've been on and I've cross-referenced it

with the literature I was reading at the time.

I've listed the best combinations.

Thank you.

Feel the fear and do it anyway.

I've got another complication on the case. You mean apart from that one?

Clarky and I just did a mis-pers search on the area around hawthorn Avenue.

Another disappearance, same time as Donna and Jill. Karen brown.

This investigation has the potential to be the biggest case we've handled.

Oh! I'm sorry,

I thought it was an executive toy.

It's meant to promote tranquillity.

I thought promotion was alien to this office.

You were saying, Brian?

The name of the third woman is Karen brown.

She was reported missing four weeks after Donna, from a house three streets away from hawthorn Avenue.

Just a coincidence?

Except the landlord is John Grant. Eric's father.

Now, we already know that Eric had access to hawthorn Avenue.

The last address for Donna adamson and often visited by Jill brewer.

I'm thinking photographs of tents in back gardens, selling red tops.

Is this some kind of riddle? Shall I go first?

I don't want a tabloid field day over a new house of horrors.

Be very, very careful with your facts before you start digging up gardens.

Yes, sir. Is that it?

What about my customary hard time? I'm feeling short-changed.

So am I. I would like an immediate departmental increase.

If Brian's on the right track, this isn't going to stop with Donna, Jill and Karen.

Plus, we've only got to 1971.

Undertaking an enquiry of this kind...

Discreetly will cost money, sir.

That's if there's anything left in the tranquillity budget, of course.

Shrink's doing her a world of good.

Why are we watching? We've dropped the Paul adamson line of enquiry.

We have. Ignore Donna, keep looking behind her, there, in the hallway.

I've had the image digitally enhanced.

How much does this cost? Hardly a drop in the tranquillity budget.

The investigation's shot to the top floor.

We got the computer as well.

Normally, I've to beg for a stapler. And here's the enhancement.

Look at this coat.

Very unusual stitching.

There was more than blood and buttercups on the clothes.

Look, a tiny silver thread on William's babygro and another one on Donna's shorts.

Right, now, watch this.

There. Who is it? Can we find out?

There's more. Here's the enhancement and there's a picture of Eric Grant.

Now... it's searching for similarities.

Bosh. Yes!

Bloody hell, which book did you get that from?

This will help us. The house will be covered with fingerprints and DNA.

We need to know which are yours so we can ignore them.

Grant is ready to interview.

Don't take this the wrong way but...

We're concerned about the line you're going to take. Why?

Read the psychological profile? Yeah, course. We agree with it.

I didn't think you believed in these things.

"It's unlikely Grant will respond to the higher functioning intelligence of the dominant female persona."

And? Grant preyed on vulnerable women.

He had to be in charge. And married little, quiet, under-the-thumb Kay.

I mean, basically, you're the sort of woman he despises.

And that is? "A forceful, confident woman who is comfortable

"with her own sexuality and ability to influence the opposite sex."

You see, basically, you're bic - bird in charge.

For the questioning to get results, you should be bird in the hand.

Or, at the very least, bird in the bush. Otherwise known as bitb.

Bitb? You want me to be the ucos bitb?

Smashing acronym, bevan will be pleased. Oh, yes. Let me get this straight.

So, you're telling me that I've got to be needy.

I don't do needy.

No, strong but vulnerable.

Yeah, just think Jodie foster as Clarice starling. You'll be fine.

Ok.

Thanks. That's great. No, really.

Great.

I'm not sure if I can handle this. What? Praise. I'm not used to it.

I wouldn't worry. She was looking at me when she said it.

This is you at the '71 summer of love festival in Hyde park. Where did you get that from?

Your wife. She's been very co-operative.

That's Kay all right.

Nice coat.

Yeah. Common as muck then, weren't they?

Not ones with customised embroidery.

This was recovered from the clothes Donna and William were wearing on the day they disappeared.

Yeah, well, I can explain that. The coat was stolen.

Very convenient. I don't remember when or where.

Must have been from one of the houses I was working on.

You spent a lot of time at 59 hawthorn Avenue that summer.

You had keys - came as you pleased.

You were invited to Donna's party but you won't admit to knowing her.

You found Donna attractive, didn't you, Eric? Come on, tell me.

I mean, I see why you would.

She was very vivacious,

flirty even.

We know you knew her, Eric.

Yeah, I knew her. Ok?

I fancied her.

Happy now? But she didn't want anything to do with me

and that's as far as it went. Trust me.

Trust you?

You see, I knew as soon as I admit to something, you'd try and pin her disappearance on me.

I know how you work. And I'm right, aren't I, eh?

Scene of crime are taking your house apart, Eric.

And the three other addresses you and your father were renovating between 1970 and 1972.

Waste of time, mate.

Might I suggest you stop smirking and start talking, mate.

I'm a bloody builder! I go into houses. Thousands of them. Sometimes I've got keys, yeah.

And perhaps I had the key to 59 hawthorn Avenue. I don't remember!

Memory's a problem, isn't it?

So, what were you doing 33 years ago today? February 23rd.

Let me see... I took a call about a robbery. There was...

We've been talking to Joel Stevens.

He rented a room at hawthorn Avenue between 1970 and 1972.

Now, he remembers you as a bit of a Jack-the-lad,

always at parties.

Here we are, um... "Sowing his wild oats wherever he could".

So?

I lived. Looks like you could have done with a bit yourself, love.

You know what, Eric?

You're right.

Really.

I haven't had much of a life outside my career.

Sussex uni. Bramshill college. Steady promotion through the met.

No gap year... No travelling across Europe,

dossing on station platforms. No husband, no kids.

Pathetic, really. Maybe I should have partied more.

Inhaled more.

Inhaled something.

But you know what?

I'm glad I didn't.

Because, all the time I wasn't living,

I was getting better at my job. And now... I'm top of my game.

So,

all I can say is, lucky you.

That last bit, more Trinity in the matrix, wouldn't you say?

Do what? What do you think I do with my weekends?

Brian's focussed on Donna adamson. That's understandable.

We've got two other victims.

I mean, Jill could have introduced the killer to Donna.

Look wider than hawthorn Avenue.

We've got nothing on Jill brewer.

Except what her husband told us. He recognised Donna straightaway.

Yet he never mentioned ringing her to ask her if she'd seen Jill.

Surely, if your wife goes missing, first thing you do is ring friends.

Let's see if Rick brewer's got any previous, eh?

Bollocks!

This had better be important. Forensics.

Whoever bled on Donna's shorts, it wasn't Eric Grant. Shit.

Looking under the right stone? And Rick brewer's got previous.

Abh, 1970. A year before they went missing.

There's nothing to link him to the disappearances. Not yet.

We've already got enough on Grant. The thread from his coat on clothes.

On Donna and William's, yes. But there's nothing to connect him with Jill or Karen.

We need more on brewer. We're going to plumpton grange hospital.

Phone rings the old loony bin. Splendid.

Hello.

You should be backing me up, Jack.

I am. What do you mean, "she's gone"?

She just slipped out.

Your wife's walked out on you.

Packed her suitcases and buggered off.

You're lying.

She can't have.

What is Kay so scared of, Eric? Is it you?

Perhaps she knows more about you than she wants to.

Maybe she's gone away for a couple of days.

She's cleared out her belongings. The wardrobes.

We're checking your bank account.

I don't know where she's gone.

And I don't know why I'm here.

Jack, there is nothing on Rick brewer.

We made an incorrect assumption.

We thought he hit the doctor while an in-patient. He wasn't. His wife was.

Jill brewer. Two attempted suicides.

Three courses of electro-convulsive therapy.

What does that say to you? Vulnerable with a capital v.

Or nutter with a capital n.

It's the promise of new life I like the most.

I expect you've both got kids, eh? Not me, Gerry's got three daughters and...

I'm about to become a grandfather. I wish you luck. Cheers.

Doesn't always work out, you know. Didn't for me and Jill.

That's what sent her funny... Our son was stillborn.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, that's very sad. More than anyone said at the time.

There was no softly, softly approach to folk that had lost their babies.

Jill was sent back to the maternity ward and sat next to mums feeding their newborns.

Do you know, I never saw my son.

They just took him away and incinerated him.

After the stillbirth, Jill got very depressed.

She kept getting these nightmares...

..And flashbacks to the birth. To our son's face.

She tried to kill herself...

In the June and by July she'd been admitted to hospital.

The first lot of ect left her with terrible burns.

My solicitor took those for when my assault charge came to court.

Yeah, but the hospital didn't call that assault, did they?

Did Jill have any more treatment? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, they persuaded her to sign the consent form

and kept... Kept on buzzing her until...

Until she wasn't depressed any more.

Then she wasn't Jill any more, either.

August... the next year, she disappeared. And that's it.

Are you sure, mr brewer? I mean, you weren't exactly straight with us before, were you?

Jill had mental health problems. I didn't think you'd take it seriously if you knew that.

You'd just assume that she'd killed herself. Just another nutter.

She wasn't.

What if Paula's baby's like the brewer's and doesn't make it?

Most of them do.

What about you and Mary? Didn't you fancy a family?

Just never happened. Besides, back then you accepted that was your lot and got on with life.

A wonderful life we had, until some bastard ran her down.

Can we go, then?

So much for Rick brewer as a suspect.

Why aren't there answers, Brian?

Knock at door ma'am?

Socos found this under the floor

inside one of the bedrooms at hawthorn Avenue. These were inside.

Karen brown's personal effects.

Eric Grant's trophy.

I can't explain what they're doing at my house.

I don't know Karen brown. Never heard of her.

Honestly. I've never heard of her. You see, Eric,

it's well-known that killers collect mementos of their victims.

Where is she, Eric? Karen brown?

Intelligent girl. A levels. Place at university. Everything to live for.

Just like Donna adamson. She was going to change the world.

And Jill brewer, fighting for equal opportunities.

All bright young women with a great future. Except when they met you. When they were having dark days.

Donna was having a crisis about being a mother.

Jill'd lost a baby and couldn't have any more. Go, get him!

We don't know about Karen, but at 18...

About to step out into the big, wide world, she needed a friend too.

That was you, wasn't it? Affable, Jack-the-lad,

answer-for-everything Eric.

What's she playing at? Low status.

Kay tried to stick by you, didn't she? She knew what you'd done.

And so, when we came knocking, she feared for her own life.

I wouldn't hurt my wife.

I love Kay. I love her.

I'm really sorry about those women.

I don't understand.

I don't understand!

They've broken him. Why doesn't he finish him? Come on, Brian. Come on!

Come on! We've got the film, a match to the blood - Jill brewer's.

She was with Donna and William at Willow ponds, Grant's fishing haunt.

Buttercups. Grant was with them.

We've got the thread from his coat, Karen brown's possessions,

his wife's bolted. He killed them! Congratulations, Brian.

He's the killer. Only we're running out of time to charge him.

We could do with a confession. Let me have a go at him. Go on, he's crying like a newborn.

I'm sure he'd confess to anything now.

You've got your man, bri. Your chance to put things right.

Yes, that's what you think this is about. Putting things right.

Nothing but the complete truth will do, Jack. You know that.

Hold on, we've got all the pieces. They don't fit with that man, there.

I've had villains who won't admit to anything, plenty of them, and I've known when they're lying.

I've gone wrong somewhere. No, no! We've not gone wrong anywhere.

Ok, give him half an hour. If he's wobbling, I'll take you in with me.

What are you doing in here?

I thought if I sat in the big chair and had some tranquillity...

Inspiration might strike? Huh, what, in here?

I'm not ready to go back in.

Yes, well, maybe you're right.

Something's come up.

There is no trace of Eric Grant's DNA in Karen brown's possessions.

But they're teeming with someone else's DNA.

Kay Grant.

So, we were wondering how she was involved.

Could she be the killer? Is that why she's on the run?

Little Kay Grant, a killer?

Karen brown as a little girl.

"Mum, dad, Heather and me".

Heather brown.

Karen brown's sister, Heather brown.

Heather brown, the baby-sitter killer.

Murdered twin girls? The case where the parents came back from dinner and found the twins strangled?

1971.

What are you saying, Brian? Our case is connected with Heather brown. Not directly.

Kay Grant's DNA is on Karen brown's possessions.

That's because Kay is Karen.

They're one and the same. If you had Heather brown for a sister, wouldn't you want to disappear?

I'm sorry for just calling round but...

Grown-up or not, I've had a really crap day. Come in.

Just had a call from Jill brewer's old gp surgery.

Mrs brewer's records are no longer available.

They were requested by the fern road practice, dorkie.

Dorkie? South of Dublin.

When was the request dated?

October 31st 1973.

15 months after she disappeared.

Hello, Brian Lane here, the metropolitan police... we've no idea what happened to Donna and William.

Karen brown changed her name to Kay and left her past behind,

and it looks like Jill brewer's left her husband and moved to Ireland.

Yeah, the expression pear-shaped Springs to mind.

Thank you. What's the married name?

..Thank you!

Jill brewer's still alive. She's remarried.

What? Without divorcing Rick?

She didn't want anyone to find her.

Machine clicks and beeps

you'll have to excuse the noise.

It's my little friend.

Which type of cancer? Ovarian.

That's bad luck. Not really... It's in the genes apparently.

My mother died in a hospital side ward.

I'm hoping to go out in more style.

Mr kemp left you very well provided for. Did he know you were married to someone else?

You didn't come all this way to charge me with bigamy, mr halford.

I thought it would die with me.

The truth?

You killed Donna, didn't you?

What's the point of all this? I'll be dead by the summer.

Then isn't it time to find some inner peace?

It's very hard to come by.

It...

It was a hot day.

I'd come round for a visit.

Donna wanted to get out of the house...

..So we pushed the pram up to Willow ponds.

Took some builder's coat out of the house as a blanket for William to lie on.

Then Donna started larking around.

She took all her clothes off...

..And jumped in the water.

I thought she was... Just having me on...

..Then I realised she was drowning.

It was an accident.

I swear on this Bible that it was.

I believe you.

I watched her struggle...

..And then the splashing stopped.

I didn't know what to do. You didn't run for help? Of course you didn't.

It gave you the chance to have a child.

You knew the authorities would never let you adopt one. Jill?

William had no mother. It was like...

..God had decided to give me a second chance...

So I took it.

I took it and I'm glad that I did.

I told everyone that William's real father was black.

That he'd died.

I was a good mother. Were you? Really?

Is that why you're alone in this big, drafty mausoleum of a house?

William and I are estranged.

We didn't get on.

He left home as soon as he turned 16.

We keep in touch.

Christmas. Birthdays.

He doesn't know I'm dying.

I understand why you did it, Jill,

but William wasn't yours to take.

It's time to give them both back.

Tell me where Donna is.

After watching her friend drown, Jill piled Donna's clothes into the bag.

Jill suffered from nosebleeds after the ect.

Explains the blood pattern.

Then Jill took William,

threw away the bag on her way to the station,

and made her way by ferry to Ireland, where she passed herself off as a single mother...

And married into money.

So, she got everything she wanted.

No, she didn't.

You can't live a life worth living when it's rotten at the core.

Are you going to stop beating yourself up now?

Come on, Brian, you've found William and reunited a family.

♪ Oh, god, high in your fields above earth

♪ come and be real for us

♪ you with your mind

♪ oh, yes, you are beautifully fine

oh, girl electric witch you are

♪ limp in society's ditch you are

♪ visually fine oh, yes, you are

♪ but mentally dying

♪ oh, do do, do, do-do, do, do do-do

♪ do, do, do, do-do, do, do do-do

♪ oh, yes, you are ♪ do, do, do-do, do

♪ oh, do do, do, do, do-do, do, do do-do

♪ do, do, do, do-do, do, do do-do, do

♪ oh, yes you are... ♪

I want what we've given that family.

The truth.

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to the end of the day... ♪

subtitles by Kate Spence and Laura Jones BBC broadcast 2004