All language subtitles for Unforgotten.S03E02.Episode.2.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP.2.0.H.264-CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is,
all we do is hide away ♪

♪ All we do is lie in wait

♪ All we do is,
all we do is lie in wait ♪

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't wanna be
the right way round ♪

♪ Can't find paradise
on the ground ♪

♪

[birds chirping]

SUNNY:
Sorry, Dr. Balcombe,

could you say
that last bit again?

The signal dropped out for
a sec-- yeah, yeah, yeah, I can.

Yeah, go ahead.

Have you managed to get in touch
with Winchester yet?

JAKE [on phone]:
I did, and the files
are coming up

this evening.

The original O.I.C. died
a few years ago,

so his number two's going
to give you a bell.

What's his name? John Bentley.

He's retired now, was a DCI.

CASSIE:
Great, thanks for that, Jake.

Speak later. Cool.

Yeah, I'll, yeah
I'll pass that on to her now.

Yeah, thanks, bye.

So she was cleaning the skull,

washing off all the mud,
and crap and that,

and this morning,

she managed to locate
the hyoid bone.

The...

The little one?Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And after cleaning it,

it actually came apart.

separated into two bits.Okay.

Can she say whether
that was pre- or post-mortem?

Not 100%, no,
but given that hyoid fracture

is pretty exclusively associated
with strangulation,

her guess is pre.

♪

[birds chirping]

[humming]

♪

What?

No...

No.

Frankie?

Frankie!

JAMES:
You knew?

I knew he was experimenting
with his identity, yes.

And you didn't at any point

think you might mention that
to me?

Eliot's capacity for
confounding our expectations

is hardly breaking news, James.

Besides,
you don't get to piss off

to another continent
for eight years

and then just expect
full disclosure

whenever it suits you.

I'm still his father.

[muttering]:
Biologically, I suppose, yes.

[inhales]:
It's been 17 whole years

since I left you
for someone better, Mel.

Don't you think it's time
you got over me?

[footsteps retreating]

♪

TIM:
What did they take?

CHRIS [on phone]:
Frank's missing,

and they took some money I had
for a deposit on a flat.

Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry.

[sighs]:
Is the van damaged?

CHRIS:
Yes!

Yes, they smashed
the window to get in.

And have you got somewhere
you can get that fixed?

CHRIS:
I don't know.

No, I, I'm just not thinking
straight.

TIM:
Okay, first up,

it's all going to be okay.

We're going to sort
everything out.

Uh, look,
I've got a thing in Manchester

I need to be at right now,

but it's only on this morning,
so I could pop down

late afternoon--
how does that sound?

I'd really appreciate
having somebody here.

I don't feel at all good.

But you can't just drop...

Then let's do that.

Uh, I could be with you
by about...

4:00.

You okay till then?

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks, Tim.

It's all going to be okay.

Lots of love, mate,
I'll see you at 4:00.

Okay, yeah,
I'll see you then.

♪

[doors lock]

♪

SUNNY:
It's a left after the church.

Well, Mrs. Avery had been
a patient of mine

since I moved to the town
in 2003.

Just over six years ago,

she began displaying
the early signs of dementia,

specifically a form called
Pick's disease.

BRYCE:
Can you describe to me
the specific symptoms

of Pick's, please,
in its later stages?

Well, in its later stages,

it's characterized
by memory loss,

by an increasing lack
of empathy,

by repetitive behaviors,
but perhaps most distinctly,

by an increasing lack
of inhibition,

typified by regular use
of profanity

and bursts of anger
and aggression.

BRYCE:
And was Mrs. Avery's behavior

typical of someone with Pick's?

It was.

So would you describe
her behavior as challenging?

[sighs]:
At times, yes.

BRYCE:
And in the six years

you were helping her with this,

how many times were you called
to the house

by Mrs. Avery's daughter?

I made 42 home visits
during those six years.

And in that time,

do you recall
ever losing your temper

or being verbally violent
towards her?

No.

There were certainly times when
I had to be very firm with her,

and there were times when
I had to physically restrain her

if she was trying to hit me,

but no, I don't believe
I ever lost my temper.

♪

[birds chirping,
dog barking]

Twins.

I'm sorry, we...

We didn't pick that up

in our briefing.

It's fine.

Identical or...

Yes.

I'm...

[inhales]

...exactly what
she would have looked like now.

So can I start by saying,

we do obviously still have
to confirm

that the remains we found
are your daughter's.

Given what
you've just told us, Jessica,

it would make sense

if we could take a DNA swab
from you.

Would you be okay with that?

[quietly]:
Course.

And obviously, the sooner

we can get that done,

the sooner we'll know
for sure, so...

Do it now, if you want.

[quietly]:
Okay.

Yeah.

[rustling bag]

CASSIE:
And I should just say,

waiting for the results

won't slow down
what'll happen now,

from our point of view,

which...

I assure you will be a full
reopening of the investigation

into Hayley's death.

[voice trembling]:
Where you found her,

and...

how her remains were...

Will you be able
to tell at all

how she died?

From her remains alone,

it's always going to be... hard

to be completely sure

so many years later,
but...

But there is some evidence
to suggest

that Hayley was strangled.

[wailing]

[sobbing]

[continues sobbing]

I am... so sorry

to have to tell you that.

But please believe me

when I say we are going
to investigate this crime

as if it happened yesterday.

[gasping]

We are going to find out

who was responsible
for her death,

and then we are going
to make sure

that they are punished
for the terrible wrong they did.

[exhales]

♪

[people talking in background]

[children talking indistinctly]

Are you looking for Chris, Mila?Yeah.

He hasn't been in today.

Oh, okay.

He said to meet him here
at 1:00.

Yeah, and we were expecting him,

but have you tried calling him?

I'll try again-- thanks, Pat.

[phone calling out]

[phone ringing]

[phone stops ringing]

♪

SUNNY:
Well, let me tell you,

they loved meeting you.

SAL [on phone]:
Oh, my God, did they?

'Cause I was absolutely
terrified.

Sal, you knew who Stormy was.

[laughs]:
Stormzy.

SUNNY:
Yeah, and him.

I promise you, you are
their lifelong best friend.

[Sunny laughing in other room]

[laughs softly]SUNNY:
Yes, yes...

[knock at door]

Oh, hi, Jessica.

Have you got a minute?

Of course, come in.

[birds chirping,
car approaching]

[engine stops]

I don't know if this will
surprise you or not,

but, um...

no one in Middenham's going
to thank you

for finding my sister.

I mean, um...

Maybe they'll be pleased for us
on a personal level,

that we can bury her,
but, um...

It took the town
maybe ten years

to get over her.

The whole media thing

completely killed off
the tourist trade.

The holiday rentals,

the passing trade

that the tea shops
and the gift shops relied on,

that all completely went,

because nobody wanted
to come here anymore.

We were like a... a Soham

or a Praia da Luz.

And now that that's all going
to be dragged up again,

I just...
I just wanted to warn you

that you might not find people
that cooperative.

As a copper, I get used
to never being that welcome.

[inhales]

And you?

And your mum and dad?

Are you glad we're here?

♪

[inhales]:
I wish you could have met
my mum and dad before.

[sighs]

My mum was amazing.

[chuckles softly]

Clever, and funny.

And strong,
a really strong person.

And my dad was kind
and ambitious,

also funny,

but more in a lovely,
old-fashioned kind of way.

What you see now

is what 18 years of hell
does to someone.

The grief, of course, the loss,
but, um...

18 years of imagining

what her last moments
might have been like.

18 years of stupid hope that
maybe she might still be alive.

[inhales]:
Of newspaper headlines,

of people backing away
from you,

of strangers

hugging you in the street.

[sniffles]:
For my dad,

18 years of suspicion
that it was him.

For my mum, 18 years
of unspoken accusations

that if she had been
a better mother,

then this wouldn't
have happened.

[voice breaking]:
18 years

of seeing her everywhere I go.

[sniffles]:
So, yes.

We are glad, so glad
that we can bring her home

and lay her to rest.

[inhales]:
So that maybe

we might have a chance of rest
ourselves.

[sniffles]:
But, uh, don't expect us
to show that to you

in ways that you might expect.

We're different now
to who we were,

and to everyone else.

I, I completely understand.

[inhales]:
Uh...

[rustling bag]

These are her diaries.

The original investigation

obviously has copies of them,
but... but these

were who Hayley was.

Not the minx
in The News of the World,

not the charity volunteer

in The Guardian.

She was just

an ordinary girl

who used to drink vodka
and swore a lot,

and sometimes
she was really irritating,

and sometimes
she was fucking brilliant.

[sniffling]

[voice breaking]:
Just a normal, 16-year-old girl,

like I was.

[quietly]:
And I loved her so much.

[sniffling,
breath catches]

[clears throat]

♪

Thank you, Jessica.

Thanks.

[door opens, closes]

[sighs]

♪

TIM:
6:00 will be perfect.

Thanks so much.

Bye, now.

So they have the parts,

and they can do it
in 20 minutes.

Do you know Lymington Yard?Yeah.

Right, well, let's drive
down there together

and get it fixed right now.

And you have
a photo of Frankie,

I could get
some photocopies done,

and you can stick them up
on all the trees and lampposts

and whatever round here.

How's that sound?

[exhales]:
I'm so sorry, Tim,

I'm, I'm so sorry
you had to come all this way.

This is, it's very simple stuff,
and it's pathetic.

Everything was just too much.

Mate, it was just bad luck.

Would have floored anyone.

Just don't be so hard
on yourself.

[scoffs]

You're doing
incredibly well,

and we're all just really proud
of you, okay?

Come on.

[puts phone down]

♪

[crowd clamoring in distance]

[crowd cheering]

PETE:
Hey-hey, there he is!

[laughs, mocks straining]

Hello, peanut.

You said
you weren't coming.

I know,
but I bunked off work.

Don't tell anyone!
Where's Mum?

Oh, she's over there
talking to Felix's dad.

♪

[laughing]

WILL:
Mum, Mum, Dad's here.

He's over there.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, it's a nice surprise.Is it?

Good.

WOMAN [on loudspeaker]:
Next group, please,

next group, please.Oh, that's me.

I've stuck a check in
the joint account this morning.

A couple of deals came through,
so...

Hope that helps.

Thank you.

Let's go
and find a good spot.

[chuckles softly]

[tool ratcheting]

♪

I wrote that.

I'm sorry?

"Top of the Glass."

'92, I think it was.

Not one of my better efforts.

[chuckles vaguely,
begins typing]

[continues typing]

[door clatters]

Okay, I got, uh,
50 of these done.

Should be enough.

And I spoke to Rob
at your gallery.

He says you still have another
6,000 lodged with him.

Yeah.

But if you need any more
for this deposit,

which I think is a brilliant
idea, by the way,

just give me a shout.

You can always pay me back when
you sell your next paintings.

Thank you.

But I do think
you should consider

if it's time to...

Well, to think about opening

a bank account again.No, no, no,
no bank accounts.

Never, no, sorry.

Okay, it's your call.

Look,
I need to shoot.

Um...

We need to have this drink,

the four of us.

Well, I can ring Pete,
and maybe you ring Jamie.

Deal.

Look after yourself.

[door clatters]

♪

[birds chirping]

BENTLEY:
We didn't actually get the call
till the following morning.

Her parents had assumed

that she'd gone straight
to the party after work,

so the first inkling they had
that anything was wrong

was when she wasn't
in her bedroom in the morning.

Then after
you'd spoken to them...

[exhales]:
What was your first instinct?

Mine or my governor's?

[chuckles]:
Both?

Well, for various reasons,

DCI Pearson believed

that she might have traveled
up to London that night,

possibly with her boyfriend.

And given
where she was found,

he might have been right,
but...

I never really bought that idea.

Because?

There's nothing we learned

from speaking to her parents,

her sister,
or any of her friends,

suggested that she was
the sort of person

who would have just...
upped sticks like that,

without telling anyone.

And where was her sister
that night?

Uh, she was at another party
ten miles away,

she slept over.

SUNNY:
And in the end,

DCI Pearson came round
to thinking same as you?

In the end, yeah.

But we lost five days to her
being treated as a runaway,

time when we could have had
search teams out,

thermal-imaging cameras,
press appeals.

Yeah, we lost a lot of momentum.

♪

[plates and utensils clattering]

JAMES:
I don't know what to say.

What should I say,
I just...

Maybe you don't have
to say anything.

Maybe...

you don't always have to talk.

I just....

I really do want to try

to understand.

I mean, is this....

Do you just want to dress
like this or...?

Or...?

[quietly]:
Do I want to cut my cock off?

I don't know.

[quietly]:
I don't know.

I just know that one day
I want to wake up

and maybe not feel different.

Why don't I take

the rest of the day off
and we can go...No, no, no, no.

Please, it might help just to...

Dad, this isn't about the past.

Or at least not the past
you're talking about.

I'm just a fuck-up.

No.

And I always was.

Eliot, don't go.

I'll see you later.

I love you.

I love you, too.

♪

So...

How did the boyfriend fit
into all of this?

Well, Hayley had started
going out with him

in the September
just before her 16th,

and Dave Pearson got it
into his head

that because Mullery was 23,
that their...

Well, there was something
abusive

about their relationship.

Hmm.

But you didn't feel that?

No, not really.

He looked a lot younger
than he was,

he acted younger,

and Hayley was quite mature
for her age,

so I just thought
they kind of met in the middle.

And we also never found

a shred of evidence
to suggest

that she'd been in his car
that night.

And so when
he was discounted,

what were your main lines
of inquiry?

Again, DCI Pearson's theories

that maybe she hadn't traveled
up to London that night

with Mullery,

but that she'd hitched up there,
to follow him,

and that whoever picked her up
had killed her.

Or that she'd got
to London safely

but had been unable
to find him,

and some random stranger
had killed her there.

Did you ever find
any evidence

that she had traveled
to London?

No.

So then we started exploring

whether she might actually
have gone home

straight after her shift,

and that her father
had murdered her

after some sort
of domestic row.

And her mum wasn't home
that night?

No, she was working
at a local pub

between 9:00 and 1:00,
so the timing could have worked.

But we never found
any evidence

of any altercation
at the house.

There was no apparent history
of any fighting,

and there was no evidence
of anything darker,

like abuse
or anything like that.

What about other locals?

Yeah, we looked
at the other boyfriends,

but they all had good alibis,

so then we looked
at all local men

within a 30-mile radius

who were on the
sexual offenders register,

but they all had
watertight alibis, too.

It was the millennium, so...

A lot of people spent
those hours

in very public places.

It was another complete blank.

[exhales]:
What can I say?

We let Hayley
and her family down,

and I remain deeply ashamed

of the way the case
was handled initially.

♪

[car alarm chirps]

[car door closes]Right.

I'm going to head on up,
guv.

Mmm.[car engine starting]

I might have a wander,

get a feel for the place--
not tired.

No worries--
see you in the morning.

Yeah, night, Sunny.Night.

♪

♪

CASSIE:
So there's absolutely
no evidence

suggesting she did travel up
to London that night.

No.Similarly,

there's an odd lack
of any leads connecting her

to someone here.

Yeah.So...

What if she was brought up
to London

already dead?

Killed down here
and then disposed of in London?

Yeah.

Well, why would
someone do that,

drive 80, 90 miles,
to dispose of a body?

Because you bury people
somewhere you know,

uh, uh, an environment
you feel comfortable in.

So you think the killer's
from London.

Near the burial site, probably.

And drove down here specifically
to kill?

No.

I think they might have already
been here.

In a holiday rental.

Okay,

after Easter and summer,

Christmas and New Year will be

the, the busiest time
for holiday lets.

My brother does it every year

with his family,
heads down day after Boxing Day,

stays, don't know,
four, five days,

heads back
second, third, fourth.

Right-- right, right.

You don't think...

packing a body with the wellies

and the dirty washing

would be a bit tricky?

Mmm.

If they were with family, yeah.

Yeah, maybe that part
needs finessing,

but the...

The basic idea?

Yeah, it's a theory.

Hmm.

Anyway, maybe sleep on it.

[door opens]

Nice PJs, by the way.

Very... snazzy.

Night.

[laughing]

♪

Murray and Fran are here,
they're just parking up.

[exhales]

All the papers have it.

The Sunhas an interview
with a...

a friend of the dad.

[exhales]

And that lot arrived
about an hour ago.

Does anyone care
that we haven't actually

confirmed it's her yet?

Not really about Hayley
for them, though, is it?

[reporters clamoring outside]

A quick walk through
the center of Middenham

reveals a town
that still bears the scars

of those devastating events
that unfolded

18 years ago.WOMAN:
Mr. Carr?

I'm afraid Mr. Thomas has had
to cancel the meeting.

Fine.

And if,
as is strongly suspected,

the remains found
earlier this week

under the central reservation
of the M1 motorway...

[doorbell ringing,
knocking on door] ...are those of Hayley Reid,

then one can only imagine
the grief

that that will inflict
on her family

and the rest
of this tight-knit community.

Hayley was just 16
when she disappeared

on New Year's Eve 1999.

She was last seen
shortly after midnight,

after finishing her shift...

[report continues on radio]:
...at the local pub.

She was meant to be on her way
to a fancy dress party,

but she never arrived.

♪

The investigation
into Hayley's disappearance

was one of the largest ever
mounted by Hampshire Police,

with costs estimated
over 5 million pounds.

And if it is confirmed
to be Hayley,

then there are bound to be
serious questions asked...

[television audio resumes]:
...both about the original
investigation

and why no one was ever charged

in connection
with her disappearance.

♪

[breathing deeply]

Well, I'm afraid that's all
you've got time for this week.

[over speakers]:
But make sure you join us
next week...

FLOOR MANAGER:
Sorry, James, can we go again
on the wrap-up, please?

Sorry?I think you said,

"All you'vegot time for."

Did I?Yep, not a problem.

FLOOR MANAGER:
Yeah, can we just pick it up
from the same place, please?

Whatever.
[clears throat]

FLOOR MANAGER:
Okay, and...

three, two, one...

I'm afraid that's all
we've got time for this week,

but joins us again next...

Oh, bollocks,
I said, "Joins"!

FLOOR MANAGER:
No worries, yep, uh,

just from the same place again,

then, please.Actually you know what?

I need a break.Are you okay, James?

I'm fine,
just give me ten minutes,

I'm not feeling 100%.

[crew murmuring]

[muffled]:
Shit, shit, shit.

[door closes]

[exhales heavily]

[entering number on phone]

[phone calling out]

VOICEMAIL GREETING:
Please leave a message
after the tone.

[voicemail beeps]Els, it's me.

I just...

Can you call me, please?

I want to know that you're okay.

Love you.

[breathes heavily]

'Cause Mum had said
he was always nice as pie

when I was there,

I, I pretended to go out.

I said I was going shopping
and closed the front door.

But, um, actually,
I just went into the kitchen,

which was next to her room.

Okay,
and what did you hear there?

Well, I heard my mum

being a pain in the bum,
which she could be, fair play.

And then, I, I...

I just heard him go for her.

COUNSEL:
And how do you mean
"go for her,"

Mrs. Pinion?

Well, not, not, not like he,
he lost it or anything.

He never raised his voice,
he just...

he had this really...

calm,
quiet way of talking,

and he just kept telling her

what a horrible old bitch
she was.

What a... what a burden.

And...

At one point,
I definitely heard him say

that he was going to give her
an overdose

to be rid of her.

[voice breaking]:
'Cause she was so much trouble.

[sobs]

[sniffling, crying]

♪

So we've spoken
to every letting agency

within a five-mile radius.

There are approximately
380 properties in this area

available for rental
at New Year.

[chuckles bitterly]:
Right.

FRAN:
Average adult occupancy
is four,

so... knock off half
because they're women,

you've got about
750 possible male suspects.

SUNNY:
Boss.

DNA's confirmed
that it's Hayley.

CASSIE:
Okay.

SUNNY:
And, uh,

Andrews wants you to make
a holding statement.

Here?Yeah.

The press office are going
to send you something.

[sighs]:
Right.

Okay, um...

Can you contact Jessica
and the parents,

let them know about the I.D.?

Fran, you speak to the press,
tell them 15 minutes.

MURRAY:
And do you want us to start

pulling together
lettings information

for the millennium?

No, hold fire for now.

Can you find me
a printer I can use?

Okay, guv.

BRYCE:
Ah, I won't keep you long,
Mrs. Pinion,

just three quick questions.

How many other allegations
have you made

against GPs
in Dr. Finch's practice?

Two, but...Thank you.

And how many
other practices

have you been banned from
in the Hamhurst region

for making
repeated complaints?

[stammering]:
Ileft them.

How many?

[tentatively]:
A couple.

I think the record will show

it's actually four.

And last question:

In how many instances
have you attempted

to achieve
a financial settlement

before
a tribunal hearing?

Perhaps I can help here.

It's all of them,
isn't it?

Thank you.

KATE:
Pete's not in the office
at the moment,

I'm afraid, Ms. Salthouse,

but I'm his P.A.--
perhaps I can help you.

PHILLIPA [on phone]:
Well, I certainly hope so.

Your salesman, Mr. Carr,

sold my father a cash ISA
the other day,

and we want to cancel it,
please.

It's still within
the 14-day time frame.

KATE:
Okay, can I just ask why?

He doesn't need a cash ISA,

and Carr should have
known that.

Right, okay if you could
just hang on a sec,

and I'll dig out the... um...

When was it your father saw him,
Ms. Salthouse?

I can't see any paperwork
here.

Monday, and it's definitely
all gone through.

The check was cashed
this morning.

Right, okay,
well, no worries...

♪

CASSIE:
Good afternoon.

I'd like to make
a brief statement.

I'll not be
answering questions today,

but we will be holding

a more detailed press conference
in London,

in due course.

I can now confirm

that the remains
of the young woman

found in North London
four days ago

were those
of Hayley Louise Reid.

[murmuring]

Her parents,
Gordon and Suzanne,

have been informed of this.

And on behalf
of the Metropolitan Police,

we would like to offer
our deepest sympathy

to them and their family.

The investigation into Hayley's
death has been reopened,

and I want to assure
the Reid family

and the wider community

that we will now turn
all of our very best efforts

to finding the person
responsible

for this dreadful crime.

Thank you very much.

REPORTER:
DCI Stuart?

Why has it taken 18 years
to find her?

[reporters clamoring]

DCI Stuart,
why are the police so shit?

[cameras clicking]

MAN:
Did you get that?

SUNNY:
What a wanker.

He just wanted
a good photo.

I shouldn't have reacted.

BECKY:
DCI Stuart?

SUNNY:
She said no questions.

What part of that
do you not understand?

I'm, I'm not press.

Hayley was a friend of mine.

And there's something
I need to tell you.

♪

BECKY:
18 years ago,

two days
before Hayley went missing,

when I was supposed to be doing
a cleaning job,

I was actually in the park
meeting a lad.

And Hayley, who was a mate,

did the job for me.

I genuinely

didn't think

the information would be useful
to the investigation,

but I knew if
my parents'd have found out,

I'd have been
in such deep shit.

So I never told anyone.

Over the years,
I always wondered

whether the information
might be relevant.

But every year that went past,

the easier it became
to bury it,

this little nagging voice,

saying I should tell someone.

And then today,

one of your officers came
into our office

asking about
our 1999 holiday lettings...

and my stomach turned.

Because the cleaning job...

It was in a holiday rental.

♪

[exhales, sniffles]

♪

[knock on door]

Property was called
the Spinney,

and she thinks it's still
on the books of an agency

called Durrell and Martin.

They were one of the ones
we spoke to earlier.

CASSIE:
Well, speak to them again
and call me back.

Okay, guv.

♪

CHRIS:
So the last 24 hours
just made me see really

that it was naive of me

to think that I could live
a normal life

with you and Asif.

More importantly, that
I could look after you both

when, obviously,

I'm still struggling
to look after myself.

Well, I wish now
I'd not hesitated when you asked

and maybe missed
a wonderful opportunity.

It's okay, you know,
you don't need to...

And the only reason
that I did pause

was because I never thought
you saw me that way.

And of course,
I know you struggle.

[exhales]

But I do, too.

I think we both have things
in our past that have hurt us.

But I also know
you're a good person, Chris.

Kind.

And generous.

And clever.

Who Asif adores.

And actually,
I would feel very lucky

to be able to help you
grow stronger.

To look after you
for a time,

so that one day,
soon enough, I'm sure...

You would be able to look
after us.

♪

[softly]:
Mila...

[crying]:
Mila...

Mila...

Beautiful girl.

You have no idea.

♪

[Frank barking]

CHRIS:
It's Frank.

Frank's back.

[laughs]

[both laughing]

♪

[talking in background]

[rain pattering,
car horn honks in distance]

♪

PETE:
All of it?

Pete, it was
three grand.Exactly.

[scoffs]:
The boiler will be two,

we hadn't paid any bills
since October,

and both the boys needed
winter clothes.

Right, sure.

I'm surprised that the...

Surprised that what?

This isn't Hong Kong, you know,

whatever weird,
endlessly delayed adolescence

you lived over there,

which, frankly, freaks me out
the more I think about it.

This is your life now.

And it costs money,
constantly,

which has to be earned,
with hard work, constantly.

It's been six years, Pete.

You have responsibilities--
start living up to them.

CASSIE:
Dad, we discussed it
last night.

We absolutely did not.

You said
you could do the afternoon,

but you couldn't do
the morning

because Jenny had
a doctor's appointment.

That's why I booked
the plumber for 2:00.

I suppose there's no chance
it was you who made a mistake.

I suppose
it always has to be my fault.

Oh, just, fine,
forget about it.

I'll get him to come
Saturday.

[exhales with frustration]

So what did you guys
get up to today?

[utensils clattering]

We went clothes shopping.Mmm.

Early birthday pressie
for Jenny.

Very nice.

She like Primark, too, does she?

Harvey Nick's, actually.

Bloody hell, Dad.

She does know you have
a heart condition, doesn't she?

Actually,
it was my idea.

And tell you what,

it was really nice to be able

to treat someone again.

Yeah, I bet.

She's a lucky woman.

Not as lucky as me.

You hungry?Starving.

♪

[seagull squawking]

I'd forgotten
that's who we let it to.

James Hollis?

That's theJames Hollis,
the TV guy?

I don't watch
a lot of television.

Well, he's mainly a journalist,

but he also does
that quiz show?

On the BBC?

[chuckling]

Well, anyway,
that's him,

um, took the Spinney
for the millennium,

from the 27th
to the second,

along with... yeah,

three other families.

Do you mind if I get
a copy of that, please?

Yeah.

[birds chirping]

♪

[inhales, exhales]

[knocks softly]:
Boss.

Hey.

Oh, man.

Teenager's diary.

So much angst,
so much joy.

Mmm.

Yeah, I flicked through it
last night.

It's not an easy read,
is it?Nope.

[drops papers]:
What's up?

Murray found the bloke
who rented the house.

Oh, wow, good work.Yeah.

And he only lives
a 15-minute walk from here,

so I thought, why don't
we just head down there now?

What, now-now?Yeah, why not?

Yeah, why not?

Guess who it is.Who?

James Hollis.

What the, uh,
writer guy?

Yep.

The TV guy?Yeah.

Blimey.

[people talking in background]

My mum used to love him.

"The thinking woman's muffin,"
she always called him.

I'd say,
"Mum, it's crumpet,"

then she'd say,
"I know what I mean."

[both chuckling]

I don't even know
why that's funny.

♪

[clicks mouse]

♪

[mouse clicks]

[typing]

♪

[vacuum running]

[doorbell ringing]

I'll get it.

[vacuum turning off]

♪

CASSIE:
Hello, have we got
the right address

for James Hollis,
please?

Thank you, Lin.

Hello?

Hi, Mr., Mr. Hollis?

Yes.DCI Cass Stuart

and D.I. Sunny Khan.

We wondered if you had
five minutes, please,

to help us with a case
we're investigating.

What case?

Uh, well,

it's an historical
murder case, and...

We just wanted
to ask some questions

about a house
we believe you rented?

Near Middenham
in late December 1999.

I will be more than happy

to answer absolutely any
questions you want to ask me,

but I will need
my lawyer present,

I'm afraid.

Oh, okay.

It's really just
an informal chat.

Just, we're just trying
to get

some background
information.

Give me your card, and
I'll have my lawyer call you

and make an appointment.No problem.

There you go--
as soon as you can, please.

Absolutely, thank you.

Bye-bye.

[clears throat]

Interesting.Very.

Who was it?

Amazon,
book I ordered.

[footsteps retreating]

Els, it's Dad again.

It's happened, sweetheart.

They've come.

The police.

About her.