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Five hundred quid, Mum. Come
on! It's not like you can't afford it.

All right, seeing as it's you.

Hang on, Mum.

If you give me Regent Street,
I'll let you off the whole 1,200,

but, on condition, you don't
sell Trafalgar Square to Granny.

I'll give you £1,000, Janet,

for Trafalgar Square.

Let me off the 1,200, give me 500 cash,
and I won't sell her Trafalgar Square.

- And I get Regent Street?
- And you get Regent Street.

- Done!
- Oh.

That's just petty,
small-minded insider dealing.

Hello. Sorry. I'm...

Helen.

I... The woman up the road
told me you lived here and...

Sorry. I wondered
if I could talk to you.

What's it to do with?

My, um... father.

The house.

I think my brother is in there.

Buried under the...
under the floor.

In the cellar.

So, how long's she had
this idea that he was there?

Ever since she helped Joe bury
him 33 years ago, when she was 13.

He said... He said
they'd had a fight,

and he'd accidentally hit
him harder than he meant to.

Smacked his head against a wall.

He made me help him,

then he said I couldn't
tell anyone about it.

Because if I did, I'd be in
just as much trouble as him.

But then, over the years,

I half-convinced meself
it never happened,

and that I'd dreamt it,
made it up, imagined it.

So, I just...

I wanted to look.
I wanted to know.

We searched the cellar,
presumably, when Eunice got battered.

Sure, but we were looking for a
murder weapon then, not bodies.

She's odd, Helen, but
then who wouldn't be.

I didn't disbelieve her.

I think there's every
reason to take it seriously.

We hit brick walls every time we
try to trace Michael, which is odd,

not to find out a single
damn thing about somebody

other than the
fact they were born.

Same with Sheila,
the elder sister.

Right.

I'll pull in the CSM
and Forensics

and the exhibits officer
from the original job.

Then I'll ring the
Resource Centre,

and see if we can go and
have a poke about in the cellar.

- Is it worth taking Helen down there?
- God no!

Well, she offered to pinpoint
where she thinks she remembers...

- She offered?
- Yeah.

Well, if you do find anything,

you're going to be cautioning
her for concealing a burial.

Cautioning her?
She's the victim.

Well, personally, I'd
say the dead brother,

if he's there, is the victim.

So, now we don't want her
to go in there, contaminating it.

We want to be able to prove
she's been in there before,

even if it was 33 years ago.

Did you not get her
to draw you a diagram?

I can give her a ring.

- Oh, do you remember Frankie Waddington?
- No.

Right. Well, his son is on a fast
track. He's called Rob Waddington.

He's lovely. He's just like
Frankie and, this is the thing,

he's going to be
our new sergeant.

You'll love him!
Everybody loves him.

When he smiles, it's
like the sun coming out.

I want to be his mother.

- Me! How nutty is that?
- Okay!

Well, I don't mean
that literally, obviously.

I mean, he tried it on with
me a few times, did Frankie.

Point of honour, he
tried it on with everyone.

But, you know, the
feeling was never mutual.

Frankie? Frankie Waddington.

- Hands everywhere.
- Bless.

Anyway, Rob is
arriving at 12:00.

Show him the ropes, bring
him up to speed on all the jobs.

He is wet behind
the ears, no two ways,

but he sailed through
his sergeant's exams.

And we do need to bear in mind,

he'll be ACPO rank
within 10 or 11 years,

so let's try and
rise to the occasion.

- Me mother moved in yesterday.
- Oh, good.

She had her house on
the market for three weeks.

She's had two offers. How
long's ours been on the market for?

- Seven months and not a dicky-bird.
- Yeah, I know.

See, we can't afford
to ask for any less.

We're already in
negative equity.

Whereas, her and me dad gave
£2,000 for that house in 1972.

So, it's a snip for
somebody, what she's asking.

Yeah, 'course.

The idea was, in my
head, she'd move in,

she'd be there to cook
tea and look after the girls,

not that they need looking
after so much anymore,

but, you know, if
I'm ever on lates or...

Plus, I could keep more of an
eye on her since her operation,

and, in my head, with that extra
bit of support at home, I could...

Could what?

Rise to the challenge
of this being a sergeant.

Oh, right. So what?

Are you going to do it
properly, permanently full time?

Well, no, because she's
appointed somebody else.

Frankie Waddington's lad.

- He should be coming in...
- Who's Frankie Waddington?

Oh, he's this old DCI.
Last of the old school.

I mean that doesn't
mean that his boy is...

No.

- He could be...
- Yep.

- I mean not that Frankie wasn't nice.
- Old school.

So, did Godzilla know that that
was the plan with your mother?

No, no. I just kept telling
her that I didn't want the job.

Only now I'm thinking

that extra bit of cash
has been coming in handy

at the end of every month.

Right. Well, you mistimed
that one then, didn't you?

She's not psychic.

I'm 49 years old and
I live with my mother.

That doesn't sound
good, does it?

So, Sheila, the sister, the
one that never turned up,

is she buried in
the cellar as well?

Well, it makes you
wonder, don't it?

Strictly speaking, your
mother's living with you,

so that doesn't sound
as crap, does it?

To be honest with you, I wasn't
even trying that hard in the exam.

'Cause, to be honest with you,
there's no future in it, is there?

- Well...
- The police.

- Well...
- Not under this government.

And, to be frank with you,
with this bias towards... Women.

Yes! Some of us dare say it.

People, hard-working,
dedicated, like me,

are always going to be at
a disadvantage, aren't they?

And this place is the
worst, I'm telling you.

I mean, she has got it in for me
purely on the basis that I'm a bloke.

She, more or less, told me.
Four weeks ago, she said,

"Are you sure MIT is the
right place for you, Kevin?"

And that Rachel, who
hasn't got two brain cells

to keep each other company,

she's like flavour of the
month, every day. Ain't she?

Hiya. I'm Rob Waddington,
the new sergeant.

Oh! Janet Scott, acting
sergeant. How do you do?

- Where's Gill?
- She went out with... Is it Denise?

The CSM on the Eunice
Bevan job and a couple of others.

- Have you met everyone?
- Well...

- Oh, we've got a big court case on...
- It's the Doreen Blake murder.

Seventy eight years old.
Two teenage girls, 13 and 14,

suffocated her, trussed her
up, wedged her in a wheelie bin...

rolled her along the canal bank

- and then dropped her in it.
- Sorry. Excuse me.

- DC Bailey, Rachel.
- Nice to meet you.

Hello.

They've opened up that
house on Peveril Street.

There's a bobby standing
on guard at the gate.

Oh, okay.

I'm just keeping
you up to speed.

Uh, good. Right.
Well, thanks for that.

Oh, I'm more than happy.

I'll let you know if
there's any developments.

Still I expect you'll know
ahead of me, won't you?

- It's possible.
- Well, keep me informed.

- Roger. Copy that. Over and out.
- Ta-ta.

Sorry. Me mother.

Yeah. She lives with her mother.

- Just gone inside.
- How many?

Hello. Mary Jackson.

Mary! Good afternoon. It's Gill.

Murray. MIT. Yeah.

I've got something
that might interest you.

The Eunice Bevan
job, Peveril Street.

We found human
remains in the cellar.

And unless we've unearthed
somebody with three hands,

we're looking at
more than one body.

- What's going on?
- Don't know.

- Oh, what the hell is she doing here?
- Don't know.

Good evening. Thank
you all for staying behind.

I'm sure you're all aware I
wouldn't have asked you to do so

unless something
significant was going down.

And it's starting to
look very much like it is.

Last night, Helen Bartlett,
Eunice and Joe Bevan's daughter,

alerted us to the fact that she,
under duress, she's telling us,

was forced to assist her father
in burying her brother Michael

in the cellar at their house
on Peveril Street, 33 years ago.

This afternoon we found in the cellar
the remains of not one but two bodies.

- Wasn't there a sister Sheila?
- Yes. However, Professor Jackson...

Scary Mary!

Professor Jackson attended the
scene and examined the remains

and she concluded
that what we'd found

was in fact the bodies
of two male adults,

which wasn't exactly
what we'd anticipated.

Both somewhere between
the ages of 17 and 25.

As a result of this discovery, and
in consultation with the head of MIT

and the Assistant Chief Con,

we have taken the decision to
excavate the rest of the cellar.

This is inevitably going
to be several days of a job,

but, in the meantime, we
are starting the investigation

into what appears, at the very
least, to be a double murder.

As such, it's been
categorised as a Class A-plus,

so Detective Superintendent Dodson
is going to be the SIO on this one

and I am going to
be the Deputy SIO.

So, if you've got any
questions before I hand over...

So, we are anticipating
finding other bodies?

Presumably that's
why we're excavating.

Okay.

Along with the fact that,

once we realised there
were two bodies there,

along with the fact that
we were anticipating

Sheila Bevan being one of
them, and she clearly isn't,

what was found in the grave, along
with the remains, were ligatures.

Short lengths of
rope. Three so far.

But there may be more by the time
the forensic archaeologist is finished.

They're all approximately
12, 14 inches long

and we're anticipating that
they could have been used

to restrain the victims.

We've also found no
zips or buttons in the grave

that suggests that when they
were buried, they were naked.

We're potentially
looking at something

very macabre and with
wide-reaching repercussions here.

So, yes, sadly,
we are anticipating

the possibility of
finding other remains.

Needless to say,

the media are going to be
all over this big time and soon.

I want you to be ready for them.

Nothing discussed in this
building goes outside this building.

I know you all know that,
but let's be absolutely clear.

The only person talking to the
media will be the Assistant Chief Con.

Is the search confined just
to the cellar, ma'am, or...

At the moment, yes.

As that goes on, there's three
areas we need to focus on.

Helen Bartlett needs to be brought in
and interviewed properly under caution.

Subsequent to that...

Ma'am, are we treating Helen
as a witness or a suspect?

It's a good question,

and the answer, at this
stage, is I don't know.

We've got to caution her. She's admitted
committing a criminal offence. But...

Depending on what
information we get from Helen,

we'll then talk to
her father Joe Bevan.

He's on remand in Strangeways,
so we can bide our time.

He's not going
anywhere any time soon.

The other main line of inquiry,

of course, is identifying the two
sets of remains we have unearthed.

DNA will tell us, one way or other,
whether one of them is Michael, but...

At the moment, as regards the
other, we have very little to go on.

When I say "very little", what
I actually mean is nothing.

Rob seems nice.

- Who?
- The new sergeant.

Oh. Yeah.

Hello, Helen. Can we come in?

Helen, based on the information
that you gave me last night,

some of our colleagues have
excavated part of the cellar

at your parents'
house in Peveril Street

and we have found something.

So, I have to tell you at this time,
largely for your own protection,

you're going to be
interviewed under caution

and that means I'm arresting you

for the unlawful burial
of your brother Michael.

- What?
- You don't have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention, when questioned,

something you
later rely on in court.

Helen, we're going to
get to the bottom of this.

We'll be talking to your
father soon, very soon.

It's just that we have
procedures we have to follow

when someone's admitted
committing a criminal offence.

I didn't have to
tell you anything.

I don't even know why I was
there, on my own with him,

in the house in the
middle of the day.

I don't know where
she was, me mother.

Perhaps it was a Saturday.

I had my school uniform on.

So I must have come
home for some reason.

I don't know why I
remember that, but I do.

So, he was on his own in
the house. Where was he?

The cellar door was
open, which was odd.

Normally, it was locked.

Nobody ever went
down into the cellar.

What happened?

I don't know. Just...

Next thing, I remember
being in the cellar with him.

- Had you never been down there before?
- No.

And he was saying it
was an accident and...

What was it like in the
cellar? HELEN: Dark.

You must have been intrigued if
no one was ever allowed down.

Frightened.

What was it like down there?

He just had a
torch. I don't know.

Wasn't there a proper light?

I assumed it didn't work.

Go on.

He said it was an accident

and it was Michael's
fault for arguing and...

Did you see Michael?

He was wrapped in a curtain...

In an old curtain.

How did you know it was him?

Because me dad told me.

- Did you see him?
- No.

- Did you see his face?
- I didn't want to look.

- But you had no doubt it was Michael?
- No.

Me dad said they'd argued and
Michael said he was leaving and...

Me dad wouldn't let him.

So, the hole in the cellar, the
grave, had already been dug?

Yeah.

Me dad made me put the earth.

He made me.

I had to cover him up.

With dirt.

And I remember thinking,
"Well, I'm glad it's me.

"I'm glad it's me doing this.

"At least he's being covered
up by somebody who loves him.

"Not by him."

The bastard!

- Did you tell anyone?
- No.

Ever?

You.

Okay.

We're going to take a
five-minute break there, Helen.

This interview is
being suspended.

But why didn't she
tell someone sooner?

When I was 10,

this girl got me on the floor
and kicked me in the fanny.

Some scuzzy bitch
from another school.

I felt so ridiculous,
so humiliated,

I pretended I'd been
kicked in the stomach

when the grown-ups arrived.

Some things you can't say,
even when you know the words.

Yeah, but 30-odd years?

How's she coming across to you?

- Early to say.
- She worries me.

- Why?
- It just the timing.

Sitting on the information
for so long. So why now?

If she didn't know the words,

why has she suddenly
come up with them now?

Ma'am, you've just had a call

- from Denise, is it, the CSM?
- Yeah.

She says that GPR indicates
the other sites in the cellar

where the ground's
been disturbed.

- Good God!
- And from the lab there's a DNA match

with Joe and Eunice with
the first set of remains,

the one that was
more, like, on top.

But there's no matches in the
database for the second one.

It'd have been a miracle
if it had been, wouldn't it?

Ask Denise to come in.

Ask her to stand the lads
doing the digging down

till first thing
tomorrow morning,

while we work out the order
we're going to approach things in.

They'll need a
structural engineer.

Don't want the
house to start sagging

or I'll be getting
bollocked by somebody.

Right, we need to make a decision,
one way or the other, about Helen.

Surely, she's more
use to us as a witness.

As soon as she got that key
back, she went straight round there.

What do you suppose she'd
have done if she could have got in?

Was she frightened
the house would sell,

when her dad gets sent down properly
and somebody would find the body?

Was there something she wanted
to remove that implicates her?

Then she gets there, realises
there's nothing she can do.

She can't get inside
to move any evidence,

so she thinks she'd better admit
to something ahead of the game,

concoct a story, damage limitation
before somebody does move in

and find whatever.

And look at these two lassies
I've got in court right now.

13 and 14 years old,

and they both knew absolutely
damn well what they were doing.

Mmm.

Get back in there with her.

Disclose the fact that we
found more than one body.

Let's see how she reacts.

Would it surprise you, Helen,

if I told you that earlier today,
when we were excavating the cellar,

we found the remains
of more than one person?

Not our Sheila?

Do you think Sheila might
be buried down there?

At the moment, what we've found

are the remains of
two young male adults.

One of them we're assuming,
subject to DNA analysis, is Michael.

Correct.

The other one, we don't know.

So it's not... not Sheila?

No, it's not Sheila.

Who is it, then?

We don't know yet.

- She's a witness.
- Mmm.

Right, I'm going to speak to
the CPS first thing in the morning

and suggest to them that
it isn't in the public interest

to bring charges
against Helen Bartlett.

Early indications
from the site suggest

that we are looking at
more human remains.

If that turns out to be the case
then the workload's going to go stellar

and I'll be bringing in a whole other
syndicate to work alongside you.

Tomorrow morning, first thing,
we will be going into Strangeways

and arresting Joe Bevan.
So go home, get some sleep.

I want you back here at 7:00
in the morning. Night-night.

Two days ago, one of our officers
was informed by a member of the public

that she had reason to believe
that there were human remains

buried in the cellar of a
house on Peveril Street,

in the Little Wood
area of Oldham.

I can confirm that they are the
remains of two young, adult males.

During the course of the morning,
officers from MMP's Major Incident Team

will be going into Strangeways
Prison in Manchester to make an arrest.

Are you all right? Rachel?

My brother's in here.

Can you confirm that
Joseph Bevan's daughter

Helen Bartlett
has been arrested?

I'll be making
further statements

as and when we have
something to tell you.

And there will be an opportunity to
ask questions at some point later today.

Where have they got
Helen Bartlett's name from?

- How do they know we arrested her?
- I don't know, ma'am.

That really isn't going to help
you when you speak to the CPS.

What our senior investigating officer
is prepared to do, Helen, this morning

is to ask the CPS to drop
the charges against you.

And, in return, what we'd like
from you is an account of everything

that you can remember that
ever went on in that house.

Okay.

We can't guarantee that
the CPS will drop the charges.

We think they will.

If they don't, if they
insist on taking you to trial,

there are still
things we can do.

We fast track it, we
can get it to court quickly.

We can ask the
judge for leniency

in light of you having
cooperated with us.

- I want to help.
- Okay.

I, um,

want to take you back
to when you were 15.

When we were investigating
your mother's death,

if you remember, you said that you
hadn't seen her since you were 15,

that you left the house
when you were 15.

Can you remember what happened
that made you leave when you were 15?

Yeah.

We met Gerry.

Gerry McGonagal.

They've uncovered a third
body, underneath the second one.

Denise has just
rung. I phoned Mary.

She said she can meet you there
at Peveril Street in 35 minutes.

She has not been able to
establish a cause of death

on either of the bodies
we turned up yesterday,

but she says there are some indications
of dismemberment. How'd it go?

Fine, except they know
we've arrested Helen Bartlett,

which Karen had skilfully
avoided mentioning.

Journalists!

- Ma'am, good afternoon.
- Rob, it's Gill.

We've had a few developments. I
thought I'd bring you up to speed.

Yeah. We've exposed the other two
sites that show disturbance on the GPR

and we're looking at the
remains of four further bodies.

Yeah.

Seven in total. Professor
Jackson's down there now.

On an initial inspection,

she's suggesting they're
all young, adult males.

Yeah.

No. No Sheila. All similar
to the others. Ligatures...

- Did she?
- Evidence of dismemberment.

No evidence of clothing.

Yeah, I'm not going to remove
the remains to the lab till after dark.

We've got increasing numbers

of photographers and
rubbernecks gathering outside.

- So... I believe so. Yes.
- Okay.

Where? Where are we
up to interviewing Joe?

Rachel's just gone in with him.

DC Bailey's just gone
in with him, ma'am.

Yes, I have spoken to
the CPS regarding Helen.

They've asked for a couple of
hours to think things through.

Helen Bartlett's being
extremely cooperative.

But Helen Bartlett's being
extremely cooperative, apparently.

- So, yeah.
- Yeah, good, yeah.

I will indeed. Thank
you, ma'am. Bye-bye.

Perfect! Thank
you. Good lad. Ta-ta.

Look at me! I am...

I'm shaking. I'm sweating.

I've been an hour in a cellar
with four putrefied corpses

and I'm cool as a cucumber.

Thirty seconds on the
phone to Karen Zalinski

and I'm a nervous wreck. I
mean, look at me! What's going on?

- You're ridiculous.
- Oh, sod off.

- Rob says Mitch remembered.
- Is it just me?

Does she not have
this effect on everyone?

It's just you.

Mitch remembered. Mitch
was the exhibits officer...

- No, seriously.
- Seriously.

The exhibits officer
when Eunice got battered,

he remembered during the search,

we picked up a box full of
photos, old photos and albums.

'Course they weren't especially
relevant when Eunice died.

But now we're trying to identify
people connected with this family.

Should we give someone the task of
going through them, possibly with Helen?

- Yes. Definitely.
- Good. And...

I'm not accepting it's just me.

- And Comms have been inundated.
- Oh!

People from all over the country

who have had family go missing
since the last four decades.

See? This is what
I wanted to avoid.

You can always rely on the media

for a bit of good old
hysteria, can't you?

Karen Zalinski's got a PhD
in clinical forensic psychology,

'course she's scary.

Thank you.

If none of these bodies in this
cellar are looking like they're Sheila,

and we've already done
a pretty detailed search

to the rest of this
building after Eunice died,

are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

We're going to have
to tear the place apart.

So, Joe, based on information
that we received two days ago,

we undertook a search in
your cellar at Peveril Street.

And then we started
excavating the floor.

Can you tell me what you think
we might have found down there?

- No.
- Okay.

When did you move into that
house, Joe? Can you remember?

1966. Year we won World Cup.

- How old would Michael be then?
- Uh...

Oh, I don't... I
don't... Seven, eight?

And Sheila? How
old would Sheila be?

She were born in 19...

Oh... 60?

Joe, how would you
respond if I told you

that we'd found human remains
in the ground beneath the cellar

in your house at Peveril Street?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Okay. Well, I have to tell you, Joe,
that we have found human remains

and, through familial DNA,

we've identified that
you would appear to be...

You are the father of one of the people
that we've found buried down there.

Do you want to tell me
anything about that, Joe?

Are...

- Are you making this up?
- No.

Well, who are they?

Well, as I say, one of
them is one of your children.

- Well, which one?
- Michael. Your son, Michael.

Michael.

We never did know what
happened to Michael.

So, the last time
Michael was seen,

apparently you'd had
an argument with him.

Do you want to tell
me anything about that?

No! I...

Who told you that, our Helen?

You know you can't believe a
bloody word she says, don't you?

Can you tell me about the
last time you saw Michael?

It were Eunice he
used to argued with.

They went at it all the time!
I stayed out of it, ma'am!

Joe, could you talk
me through the last time

that you saw Michael alive?

No! I...

I don't remember specifically.

How old would he have been
the last time you saw him?

Eighteen, nineteen.

Did you ever report him
missing to the police?

We always thought he'd just cleared
off. We didn't think of him as missing.

Joe, did you kill Michael?

No.

- Do you know who did kill Michael?
- No.

- Joe, did you bury Michael?
- No.

Do you know who did bury
Michael in your cellar at your house?

Well, I wouldn't put
it past our Helen.

Or our Julie.

Or Eunice.

What makes you say that?

Well, I know it wasn't me.

Would you put it
past your Sheila?

Yes, yes. I...

I don't think she
would have done that.

Why is that?

Why is that, Joe?

- What was different about your Sheila?
- Just...

She wasn't nasty, same as them.

Joe, how would you react if
I told you that Helen told us

that, as a 13-year-old, she came home
from school early one day, unexpectedly,

and found you in the cellar with
Michael, who was already dead?

How would you
react to that, Joe?

And that you told her that
you'd had an argument with him

and you'd hit him
harder than you intended.

And you'd smacked his head against
a wall in the kitchen and he'd died.

What would your
response be to that, Joe?

She's a lying little bitch.

She always was.

Yeah! Any road, if
that was the case,

why did she not come
straight to you lot, eh?

And tell somebody...

Then. At the time, eh?

She was 13 years old! She
had a tongue in her head!

Later this afternoon,

following the discovery of the
four further sets of human remains,

the decision was taken

to conduct a full forensic
search of the entire property.

This will be carried out
over the next few days.

I can also confirm
that the woman

who has been helping
us with our inquiries

was this afternoon
released without charge.

That'll be her.
That'll be Helen.

That'd be woman that came
round here the other night.

My God! So them bodies have
been in that house since, like,

- before we even moved in here.
- Yeah! That's...

Yeah.

Since, like, before
we were even born.

Can you imagine growing up in a house
and there's people buried in the cellar?

He must be a right... Bastard.

It's understood that the human
remains that had been unearthed today

will be removed from the
house later this evening

and taken to a
pathology lab in the city...

I might just pop out and
buy the Evening News.

The onerous task that now lies
ahead for the Manchester Metropolitan...

How have they got hold of this?

How the hell on earth
have they got hold of this?

"Helen Bartlett, pictured,

"who the police have
released without charge,

"is known to have
visited female prostitutes

"in the Ardwick Road
area of Oldham."

But how do they know
that? Who's told them?

Her, the prostitute?
I don't think so.

Someone's leaking information.

A case this sensitive,
this high profile,

and one of this lot's
taking backhanders!

Yeah?

Ma'am, you said you wanted to know if
and when Gerry McGonagal turned up.

Well, he's downstairs now. DC
Broadhurst's just going in with him.

And I'm trying to work out a strategy
to prioritise interviewing people

who are ringing
in with information.

We've got people who used
to live in the neighbourhood,

teachers who remember
the Bevan kids from school.

People we should really
be spending time with,

but I'm struggling with the
number of officers I've got available.

We could do with twice
as many. Even now...

- You need to use the matrix grid.
- Uh, sorry, ma'am.

Use Janet. Pick her brains.
It's what she's there for.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

I can't imagine a single
person on this team

who would talk to
someone in the media.

Yeah, well, that's how they're
going to get away with it, isn't it?

That failure of
your imagination.

Sorry. I'm... I'm
sorry. That wasn't fair.

I'm just as disappointed
as you are, if it's true.

What's a matrix grid?
Apparently, I need one.

You've kind of been thrown in

at the deep end with
this one, haven't you?

There's a fella been sitting in
reception for nearly two hours

who says he just to lodge at
the Bevans' house in the 1970s.

I haven't got one single officer
free to go and take his details.

That you should've
told me about.

- That would have been a priority.
- What, you're going?

- Well, I'll do it. You want me to do it?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah! Go, go!

- What's his name?
- Philip Cairns, I think.

They said they thought he was
drunk, the lads on the desk. Shit!

Mr Cairns? Mr Cairns, I'm
Detective Constable Scott.

Would you like to come
through? We can have a chat.

Yeah.

So, Gerry, we understand that you
used to know Julie and Helen Bevan?

Well, Helen Bartlett,
as she is now.

Bartlett? Did she get married?

No. No, she changed her name.

Well, yeah, I did know them.

How did you meet them?

Woolworths. I
used to work there.

I caught Julie shoplifting
and it were love at first sight.

I managed to persuade
the boss to let her off.

Said I might have made a
mistake. I hadn't, but you know.

Anyway, I got her phone number
and we started seeing each other.

Then one day, she
turned up bruised.

She said, "It's me dad."

He knocked them about,
both of them, and worse.

You wouldn't believe
the way they lived.

Shit hole. And I have
seen some shit holes.

I just wanted to help her.
She were better than that.

Well... I thought she was.

But I guess if you've lived
like that for long enough

and that's all you've known.

What do you mean?

I found this flat over
Burnley and we lived together

for, I don't know, 18 months,
but I couldn't cope with her, Julie.

She were wild, violent, drunk.

Obsessed with sex.

With anyone.

Well, that's what I mean,
why wouldn't you be like that

growing up the way they had?

- Did you know Michael Bevan?
- No.

Did you ever see him?

No, I was always told he'd
gone, moved out, cleared off.

Who told you that?

I don't know. They
must have done,

Julie and Helen, but I
don't specifically remember.

What about Sheila?
They had an older sister.

Same. Never saw
her. She cleared off.

How did they talk about her?

Just...

They'd mention her, stuff
she'd done, stuff she'd said.

She'd rowed with Joe and
Eunice and left and that was it.

And people didn't have mobile
phones then, you see, did they?

Didn't Facebook or Twitter.

They couldn't tell everybody
every time they farted,

even if they wanted to.

So, no, it was just
accepted that she'd gone.

And what about Helen?

She moved in with
us. This flat in Burnley.

Julie wouldn't go without Helen.

They looked after each other.
They had to. Nobody else did.

Helen were different.

I always felt sorry for her.

Julie was noisy. She knew how
to get by, but Helen was quiet.

She had no chance there.

Oh, she was just as
mad as Julie, deep down.

Drank, violent, sex.
Inappropriate, you know.

But it took you longer to
realise somehow with Helen,

with her being so quiet.

It weren't their fault.

They were nutters,
Joe and Eunice.

Nasty. Horrible.

They lived like pigs.

I lodged there. I was a
lodger. He took me in.

- Joe? Joe Bevan?
- Mmm.

He picked me up
behind Piccadilly Station.

It was a Monday night, dark.

I had no money or nowhere to go.

Seventeen years old.

He said he'd give me something
to eat and a bed for the night

- in exchange, obviously.
- For?

Sex.

I did report it at the time,
what happened after.

What did happen after?

Well, I'd been there a
few nights and then...

Well, one evening
they got me drunk.

- Who did?
- Him and her.

By him and her, you mean...

Joe and Eunice.

I think, whatever I was drinking,
they'd laced it with something,

'cause when I woke
up, eh, I felt like shit.

And me arms were tied up.

Naked and gagged.

What happened?

- They used me.
- Who did?

All of them had a go.
They'd all come in and watch.

Who? In where?

All of them, down in the cellar.

They all knew it was
going on, the little bitches.

That one you arrested, Helen,
the one you let go, she knew.

They all knew.

Of course, I assumed I was
the only one they'd done it to.

Only now I'm realising,
with all this stuff coming out,

that I was lucky.

I was the one that got away.

He did report it at the time.

It was 1977,
January or February.

He remembers that
it was cold, anyway.

And he reported it to
some tosser in a uniform,

who thought that
he'd made it up.

He doesn't think that anyone even
went and, knocked on Joe Bevan's door,

or if they did, they
didn't get back to him.

So, he was sexually tortured
over a period of several days.

Had the guts to report it afterwards
and then we, apparently, did nothing.

And Helen and Julie were
aware of what was going on?

Oh, more than aware.
According to him, they joined in.

- Under duress?
- Well, that's not what he said.

I think, from the way
that he describes it

that they were so inured
in the culture of the house

that they just
went along with it.

But if they did, then
it begs the question

did they know about the murders,
even were they involved in them?

Certainly more than Helen's
indicated to us that she was.

Let's see if we can get
hold of his statement.

From 1970... Whenever it was.

- Seven.
- Seven.

Let's see exactly what's in it.

Hello.

Mum, you should go to bed
when I'm working this late.

Well, I would have,
but we've got a visitor.

Helen, what are you doing here?

- I didn't know where else to go.
- She's been locked out.

Louise, she saw the paper.

- It was in the paper.
- What was in the paper?

- About me.
- Helen, you shouldn't be here.

How do they know that?
You must have told them.

- The police must have told them.
- We wouldn't do that.

We would never release
information like that to the press.

Someone did.

Helen, you can't stay here.

I know that you haven't
got any other family, but...

You... You must have
friends, a friend, someone.

I was going down
the bus station.

But they followed
me, the reporters.

I asked them to leave me
alone, but they wouldn't.

You should have
gone to a police station.

Yeah, right! You
think that's happening!

That's where we're going
now. Get your things.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- I'll contact Witness Protection.

We'll try and sort you
out a B&B or something.

- I've got no money.
- Get your things.

Why don't I just stay
here? Just tonight. It's warm.

No. It's inappropriate.

I'm not going anywhere else.

- Where are the girls?
- In bed.

Will you go upstairs
and stay with them?

- You think I'm dangerous.
- I think you've had a lot to drink.

I'm going to find you a B&B.

You don't have to worry about
money. The inquiry will pay for it.

- Hello.
- Sean! Hello, it's Janet.

Sorry to be ringing you so
late. Can I speak to Rachel?

She's not here.

Oh, right, yeah! She must have
gone for a drink with the lads.

- Shall I get her to call you?
- No, no. I'll... I'll try her mobile.

- I'm being a nuisance.
- You've had a lot to deal with.

Hello.

Rach, can you come
round to our house?

- Now? Why? I'm in bed.
- Are you?

Yeah.

Helen's at my house.
She's got nowhere else to go.

I don't want to ring 999. She's
had a little bit too much to drink.

You couldn't come round and
give me a bit of a lift, could you?

I think we need to
get her into a B&B.

Ugh! Fine!

Fine. Just give me 15 minutes.

Rach, whose bed are you in?