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In remarkable condition

due to the fact that it
was an airtight drum.

So, very little decomposition.

Female.

I'd say 2, possibly 3 years old.

She was fully dressed, but the
clothes have gone to forensics.

How long do you think the
body's been in the drum?

Oh, well, uh, hard to say.

Several years.

Five. Maybe six. But
I-I can't be certain.

I'll be doing more tests.

It's possible she suffocated.

Dear God.

You mean she was
put in that thing alive?

I-I really can't say for sure.

But, um, no sign of
wounds. No broken limbs.

And then... you
see, there's this.

Okay, we don't know
yet how she died.

All we know is someone
did this to her tiny body.

We don't know how long
she was in the oil drum.

Possibly years.

We do know that Elliston
Psychiatric Hospital

was closed down five years ago,

so she's possibly
been in there since then.

Doug, can I have
a chair, please?

Um, we expect a
full postmortem report

within the next 24 hours.

In the meantime, we need
to start the marathon task

of tracing any staff, patients,

anyone connected
to the hospital.

Doug, do you want to take over?

Uh, right.

Um, part of Elliston
was for day patients,

and they had four wings for
inpatients and two wards for...

You all right, Janet?

Get an ambulance and
get ahold of me husband.

All right. Listen up.

D.C.I. Chambers is gonna be...

Sorry... Janet...
She's gonna be fine.

She has, uh... She has
preeclampsia or something.

Anyway, the baby's okay, but
she has to remain in hospital.

So we've sent some
flowers, and we got a card.

So, yeah, there's a card here
for everyone to sign, okay?

So until we know who's taking
over, I will be acting D.C.I.

Yay!

All right. Okay.
Yeah. All right. Yeah.

Right. Now, listen up.

Um, Elliston
Psychiatric Hospital...

Part private, part NHS.

From what we can gather,

it was understaffed and
in a poor state of repair

when it was forced to close,

so there's a hell of a lot of
work to find out who went where.

Morning, ma'am.

Good morning, everyone.
I'm Commander Clare Blake.

I'll need an update
and an office

before I meet the entire team.

Right.

Um...

Oh, w-well, that'll be
D.C.I. Chambers' office.

This way.

Sorry. I'm just... I'm
just a bit confused.

I thought I was the, uh,
senior investigating officer

on this inquiry.

Well, that makes two of us.

Until I know whether I'm taking
over as commander of homicide,

I've been temporarily moved
to the diversity directorate,

heading up a project

looking into
mental-health-related murders.

Diversity what?

And as your victim was
found in a psychiatric hospital...

Yeah, but who's
running the investigation?

You are. But you could
do with my experience.

Consider me as your, uh, mentor.

Now, we know the victim
was perhaps 2 years old,

so we need to check
out the local hospital.

Go back five years.

Births registers,
et cetera, et cetera.

D.C.I. Chambers
already instigated that...

And to contact local stations

and pull anything on anyone
arrested for devil worship

or satanic criminal offenses.

She had a cross
burnt in her chest.

Do we know where the Elliston
files may have been moved to?

Being checked out.

The shoes are in good
condition, but no maker's name.

Ditto the little socks.

Her underwear has urine stains.

The vest has been cut
down and has jagged edges.

Sadly, no dry-cleaning tags.

Like doll's clothes.

- Yeah. Doug James.
- Yes. Very much so.

In fact, the shoes look to
me as if they were a doll's,

they're so tiny.

The dress is hand-stitched,
hand-embroidered.

No name tag, but
this is interesting.

Embroidered into the
hem is a name... Belinda.

It's quite crude, as if done
by an inexperienced person.

But the other
embroidery is well done.

These were off the
market years ago.

They contained cleaning
fluid for the hospital floors.

The factory is closed.

The drum had been washed, and
we have some detergent traces,

but it was very clean inside.

The lid had been hammered down,

as you can see
by the indentations.

It was airtight, which is why
her body is so well preserved.

There's a big
argy-bargy going down

about releasing all
the old medical records.

They were sent to
Allanburt Psychiatric Hospital

when some patients
were transferred there.

Get a court order.
This is a murder inquiry.

Tell them one of their
transferred patients

could be a killer.

We've had a lot of
problems with administration.

Yeah, I can see that.

If you could just
let me see the files

appertaining to the
transferred patients

from Elliston Hospital,
that's all we are interested in.

You were at Elliston
as well, weren't you?

Yes, but you must understand

that a number of patients
have been discharged.

A few have actually died.

- Yeah.
- To find their details...

Well, do you have
access to the files or not?

This is a murder inquiry.

Sorry. Excuse me.

This... is a bloody shambles.

You stay here. I'll see
you back at the station.

Ma'am, these are the names
we've come up with so far.

The ones listed in red we
have contact numbers for.

The others, we're
trying to trace.

In yellow, that's doctors,
nurses, clerical staff.

We've also have made inquiries

at the local hospital
and police station.

But due to the time gap,

it's getting difficult
to trace the staff,

let alone the other
people who worked there...

Canteen staff,
gardeners, cleaners.

Well, keep going, and
get the office manager

to start allocating,
checking every single one.

Divide up the board.

- It's Alison, isn't it?
- Yes, ma'am.

It's also worth checking
out, um, junkies,

homeless who may have
broken into the building.

We found a lot of graffiti
and paraphernalia in there.

Well, I'm sorry, but I
don't have much for you.

I can find no real cause.

Unless it was suffocation.

But she has none of the
signs you'd expect to find.

Um, nostrils are
clean, throat, et cetera.

We have determined the
branding was done postmortem.

Any sign of sexual abuse?

No. No.

Mm.

Yeah, she probably
had blue eyes.

Long lashes.

Heartbreaking.

I'd say she'd been
dead at least five years.

I can have more details,

but it'll need a
neuropathologist

to test the brain tissue,

and that's gonna
take at least six weeks.

Do it.

Long-stay patients, short-stay
patients, day patients.

Dead, alive,
lost-to-follow-up patients.

Moved away, disappeared,
untraceable patients.

- Oh, just unbelievable.
- That may be so.

Did you find anything
about missing 2-year-olds

from that time?

Nope. Nothing.

And we're just starting
the massive trace.

Some of these case
files are beyond belief.

There's a woman here who said

she would benefit
from a nose job

due to the fact that
she found it difficult

to deal with the
size of her nose.

So she gets her nose job
done on the National Health,

and then she comes
back and has an eye job.

Has this anything
to do with our case?

No, no. It's just
one of the patients.

Anyway, she had
this eye job done...

These files are private
and confidential...

Quite apart from the fact
that you're wasting our time

on cases that have no
connection whatsoever.

There's a nurse.
Male. Colin Bailey.

I didn't say why we
needed to speak to him,

but he came right out with it.

- Out with what?
- A name.

He asked if it was
about Eric Thornton.

All I said was we
were making inquiries

into patients resident at
the hospital five years ago.

And what's this connection?

It's a Mrs. Williams. She
now works at Allanburt.

She said the only patients
she recalls from Elliston

were Eric Thornton
and a John Littlewood.

Two hits on Eric
Thornton in one day.

Let's make him
a priority inquiry.

And I'd like to speak
to this Colin Bailey.

This is a photograph
of the little girl.

Do you remember
ever seeing her there?

No.

Never.

I worked at the daycare center.

But even at visiting times,

I don't recall ever
seeing a child.

It wasn't the sort of
place you brought a kid.

You mentioned a
patient... Eric Thornton.

Yeah. Eric was there.

I looked this out for you.

It was taken at the birthday
of one of the patients.

A young man called
John Littlewood.

We used to make
cakes and candles.

Anything to relieve
the monotony, really.

Tell me about John Littlewood.

That's him.

But I tried to have
very little to do with him.

He was very disturbed
and on a lot of medication.

I remember he cried when
we brought the cake out.

I don't think he
ever had one before.

That's Eric with some of the
catering staff, other patients.

Me.

I've written the names
on the back for you.

It was May 2001.

You'd have known if any of
the patients had been pregnant?

When I was there, I don't recall
any patient getting pregnant.

But there was a nurse.

Irish girl.

Very young. Only just qualified.

Can you remember
the young nurse's name?

She's probably back
in Ireland by now.

What was her name? Angela.

Angela something.

Angela Gregory.

Missed breakfast.

Sorry. Had a time
digging these out.

Eric Thornton. Patient
for only a short time.

June 1999. Elliston Ward C.

Tragic, really.
Wonderful pianist.

Diagnosis...
Schizophreniform psychosis.

That is a condition
that encompasses

elements of schizophrenia

but does not involve the same
obvious or severe symptoms.

Is it a condition that
would make him violent?

Possibly, if his
symptoms advanced,

and even more
so if he took drugs.

But when I knew him,
as far as I can recall,

he benefited from the
medication prescribed.

Contrary to Littlewood.

He was a very disturbed
paranoid schizophrenic

with an antisocial
personality disorder.

Again, can't give
any great detail.

Littlewood was
transferred to Allanburt also.

Do you recall a nurse?

Angela Gregory, Irish.

Would have been at
Elliston when you were...

No. No. Doesn't ring any bells.

There are so many,
and they keep changing.

Possibly pregnant.

Possibly?

Rather like saying she
was a little bit pregnant.

I recall there was
a young nurse.

Her name escapes me, but I
think she was a bit unprofessional.

Like a bit pregnant.

I'm not certain what
you want me to say.

All I can remember is
that she was overfamiliar.

With the patients or staff?

Patients.

Specifically with
the young Littlewood.

Was John Littlewood violent?

Without his medication, he
could become overaggressive,

particularly when he
used drugs... illicit drugs...

Which he did often, even
when he was an inpatient.

Violent enough to do this?

- Mrs. Thornton?
- Yes? Is something wrong?

Sit. Sit! Good boy.

I'm Commander Clare Blake.

This is Detective
Inspector Doug James.

Oh, God. What has he done now?

Do sit down.

I suppose I need to.

What has he done?

Does your son live with you?

No.

Well, he comes and goes.

But I haven't seen
him for months.

He spent some time at
Elliston Psychiatric Hospital?

Yes. Amongst others.

- Do you have an address for him?
- No, I don't.

I really have no
idea where he is.

The two girls?

No, he won't be staying
with either of them.

It's something serious
this time, isn't it?

Well, we really only wish
to make contact with him,

as we're making inquiries

into something connected
to Elliston Hospital.

It closed down years ago.

Yes. We know that.

Mrs. Thornton, did your
son ever have a child?

A child? Eric?

No.

No.

Mrs. Thornton, it really is

just a case of
us talking to Eric.

But I've told you I
don't know where he is!

He's attacked me.

His sisters...

They refuse to have
him anywhere near them.

We have tried.

God knows we have tried.

This little girl's
body was found

in the cellar of
Elliston Hospital.

When he attacked you,
did you press charges?

Good heavens, no. He's my son.

And he doesn't
know what he's doing.

This is his. It's
a loft conversion.

I never go in there.
My cleaner won't.

And then, as you can see, he
tried to make sure we wouldn't.

May we go in?

Well, you'll need some tools.

Can you... Can you call Sasha...

She had them locked
up in a cupboard.

In fact, everything looked
as if it was locked up.

She said it was for protection.

Didn't want anyone
up here, did he?

Let's take a look inside.

Don't touch anything.

Let's get forensic up here.

Smells like weed to me.

Got a pen?

How can she let
this go on up here?

Fear.

She's scared of him.

Well, if he's using other
drugs... possibly crack...

With his medical background,
he's a walking time bomb.

Mrs. Thornton, would
you agree to a DNA test?

What for? It wouldn't
prove anything.

I'm not Eric's natural mother.

Eric was my husband's son
from his previous marriage.

His sisters?

They're my daughters
from my first marriage.

They're not blood-related.

Well, we better find
him, then, hadn't we?

According to the
unhelpful Mr. Sidgewick,

Eric was never
violent at Elliston.

But it seems to me his
illness may have got worse.

See what you can get out
of Mrs. Thornton about him.

Yeah, fine. Whatever you say.

What's the matter?

Well, we could get the
locals in until forensic...

No, I don't want that
woman going into the loft.

So do as I ask.

Oh, my God.

Got your boiled egg.

And we'll make
some more soldiers.

Oui? Yeah.

Mm. Stay there, sweetheart.

Hello, Jody pody poo.

How's my little sweet face?

It's your Uncle Eric. Hello.

♪ Down came the rain
and washed the spider out ♪

♪ Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain ♪

Eric!

Get out! Do you
hear me? Just get out!

Well, that's nice. "Hello,
Eric. How are you?"

I mean it. I'll call the police.

Don't be so irrational, Sasha.

That's my department.

Can I have something
to eat? I'm starving.

No. No. Just leave.

Please, Eric. I mean
it. I'll call the police.

For heaven's sake, Sasha.

I've just come to wish
you a happy birthday.

I-I even have a card.

And I've bought
some goodies for Jody.

I've got a job. I'm
doing really well.

I don't believe a
word you say, Eric.

And my birthday was months
ago. Please just go away.

I am keeping to
doctor's orders, Sasha.

I swear.

Like I said, I-I've got a job.

It's only four days a week,
but they really like me,

and it's... it's doing what
I've always wanted to do...

Designing gardens.

It's just a small company.

And look... This is for
you, a-and this is for Jody.

Look, Jody. Look at the bear.

Mummy? Mummy? I-It's Sasha.

Eric's just walked in. I
don't know what to do.

I can hear you, Sasha.

Just come back downstairs.
I need to talk to you.

Or I'll come up there.

Ma'am, there's a Mrs.
Vivienne Littlewood

in reception.

She says it's about her
son, John Littlewood.

She just walked in?

Well, thank God for the press,
because you couldn't find him.

I just had Mrs.
Thornton on the phone.

Eric's turned up at
his sister's house.

Then I suggest
you get over there.

Eric, I've called the police.

Why have you done
that? Are you joking?

Don't you know?
They want to see you.

Who does?

The police!

They were 'round at Mummy's.

- It's about...
- What has Mother told them?

They came to see her. She
hasn't told them anything.

Because I haven't done anything!

That stupid old cow. Is
this about my allowance?

It's my money, and
I can do what I want.

I know she's got
a right to be upset

about a few things
I've done in the past.

A right?

You have stolen from her.

You've threatened
her, attacked her.

- You've made her life a misery!
- That was years ago.

You know, my life has been
pretty miserable, too, sis.

A lot of the things I've
done, I can't even remember.

Well, that doesn't
mean that we don't.

You lied, didn't you?

About calling the police.

I will call them. I mean it.

Look, I need £1,000.

I have to have it. I
hocked my laptop.

I have to get it out
of the pawnshop.

Well, I don't have it!

Unlike you, I don't
have an allowance!

And don't tell me it
was worth that much.

What about that poncey
husband of yours?

Can't he lend it to me?

You wouldn't pay it back.
And I wouldn't even ask him.

And if he knew you were here,

he'd punch the
daylights out of you

after what you did to Mother.

She's not his mother,
for God's sake.

She's not yours either!

Look, can I have a bath here?

Eric.

You just frighten me
so much. I'm sorry.

I've met a girl.

We really like each other.

I know, Eric. It's all right.

I just wanted you
to know how sorry...

Eric, it's me.

I've called the police.

Wait! Just stay here... Eric!

Let go!

What has he done to you?!

It was my fault. I was
trying to make him stay.

Oh!

He went out the back
way. Across the gardens.

Mrs. Littlewood.

Thank you for
coming in to see us.

You wanted to see John.

He's dead, my son.

They found him in
a squat in Brixton.

He died of a drug overdose.

Heroin.

When was this?

Five years ago.

Did your son ever have a child?

Oh, I don't know.

I had no contact with him.

When he was ill, I had to get
the police to take him away.

Oh!

John, he was a good altar boy.

A good Catholic.

Mrs. Littlewood, would you
agree to taking a DNA test?

We're investigating
the death of a little girl.

Ah.

I always knew something
bad would happen to him.

I was wondering...

You see, I've no
recent pictures of him.

Just these, when
he was a little boy.

The photograph in the papers...
Do you think I could have one?

Dressed up. He's smiling.

It was his birthday.

Hardly ever saw him smile.

I'll make sure you get a copy.

With Littlewood dead, I want
to go to press on Eric Thornton.

Hang on. Littlewood
could still be involved.

You saw the loft. You
saw what's up there.

Warn the public
not to approach him.

He's driving his
mother's stolen Mercedes.

Get the plate out
there. The full works.

I held on to his bag. I
tried to keep him here.

Yeah, we'll need
to take that with us.

Oh, my God. What's happened?

What's he done this
time? Where's Mother?

- Upstairs with Jody.
- Is Jody okay? Did he hurt her?

This is my sister, Judy.
Commander Blake.

And I'm sorry... I don't
remember your name.

Has Eric been in
contact with you?

No. I-I haven't
seen him for months.

What's all this about?

The little girl they
found at Elliston.

Did you read about
it in the papers?

You don't think Eric had
something to do with it?

Do either of you know
if Eric ever had a child

or was in a relationship
with someone?

I don't think he's
ever had a girlfriend.

But another thing we
had to contend with

were these awful hangers-on
he used to befriend.

So you've no idea
where he might be?

I wouldn't know.

He said he had a job.
Something to do with gardening.

But he's hardly ever worked.
He can't hold a job down.

For all the trouble he's caused,
he wouldn't really harm anyone.

Especially a child.

He attacked your mother.

We've all been frightened of
him at some time or another.

He wasn't diagnosed
for many years,

so we just had to live with it.

His violence.

It was never directed
at me personally,

but he could be
very destructive.

He damaged so
many of my little ones.

Uh, dolls.

My sister collects
Victorian dolls.

They're at Mummy's.

I've collected them
since I was a child,

and they're very valuable.

They're made of
porcelain. Life-size.

These are a couple of pictures

of the dress the dead
child was wearing.

That's one of
your doll's dresses.

It happened a long time ago.

I was still living at home.

It was before I married.

Mummy lets me keep them here.

We really need you
to give us a time frame

for when the shoes and dress
you identified went missing.

Well, I didn't really
know they were missing.

I've got so many stored up here.

Eric could have taken
the clothes at any time.

This is one of the
dolls Eric broke.

Aah!

Elizabeth.

I give them all names.

That one is Anna.

But the one you're holding,

I embroidered her name onto the
hem of the dress you showed me.

Belinda.

Forensics have just come
through on Eric Thornton's room.

A load of marijuana, crack
cocaine, amphetamine tabs,

but so far no human remains.

The blood is not
human or animal.

It's synthetic stuff you
get from a joke shop.

And all the skulls are plastic.

So, all a bit childish, really.

And as for his sister's
dolls... How freaky is that?

Anything on this garden
company he works for?

Nope.

I just spoke to the
guy who runs it.

A guy called Tony Lattice.

They admit to employing
him on a cash basis,

but they haven't
seen him for days.

Well, don't just
take his word for it.

- Get yourself over there.
- On my way, ma'am.

Oh, and any of the roach
stubs found in the loft...

Can you get those over
to the lab for DNA t...

Already done.

Good.

Yeah, he just, um...

Well, he walked in
about six months ago.

Asked if there was any
work, part- or full-time.

Did he give you a home address?

No. Just his mobile number.

And I-I paid him in
cash, four days a week.

Could I have the number?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.
It'll be on my desk.

In fact, Louise, could you get
me Eric Thornton's phone number?

Louise?

Who was that?

Uh, it's Louise Parker.
She... She works here.

She work with Eric?

Yeah, we all did.

In fact, it was Louise
who recommended him.

Right. Thornton.

Numbers.

Here we go. Eric Thornton.

Yeah. Never had to use it.

He was always on
time. Hard worker.

Liked to be outside,
and he was strong.

And he took a genuine
interest in my work.

Which is what, exactly?

Uh, gardening, landscaping.

And, oh, you know,
grow some fruit.

Did he ever appear to you
to be, uh, depressed or angry,

emotionally distraught?

Eric?

No. No, quite to the contrary.
He was... He was very laid-back.

Thanks for your
help, Mr. Lattice.

Sure.

Louise? Hi.

I'm Detective Inspector
Douglas James.

Eric Thornton.

You recommended
him to Tony Lattice.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Do you have an address for him?

No, I don't.

Don't really know him that well.

Actually, we haven't
seen him for a few days.

How did you meet
him in the first place?

At the clinic.

We were being treated
at the same time.

For what?

Depression.

If Mr. Thornton
contacts you, Louise,

it's imperative you tell us.

We have to speak to him.

Anything from the all-ports?

This nurse... the Irish
girl, Angela Gregory...

We've got her listed at two
agencies seven years ago.

But not recently, and
no trace of her yet.

There's no record of her
returning or having a child.

Well, maybe she left England
when she was pregnant.

What about Eric
Thornton's father?

Yeah. He lives in Cornwall
now. Separated 15 years ago.

I spoke to him yesterday.
He said he's coming up today.

Not sure what
good it'll do, though,

as he maintains he's
had little or no contact

with his son for years now.

The money, by the way,
comes from his mother.

And this...

is tonight's headline.

All we bloody need, Louise!

You better get to Eric

and tell him to keep
his fucking mouth shut!

- Louise?!
- I don't know where he is.

You don't know where he is?!

Find him! You brought him in.

Why didn't you tell me he
was a fucking mental case?!

Jesus Christ!

Now we've got the bloody
cops breathing down our necks.

I don't need this!

I don't fucking
need this, Louise!

- He's not answering his mobile.
- Listen to me.

This has taken
me years to set up.

You find him, and
you sort him out.

I mean it!

He was trying to
raise the money.

He was going to see his
mother. She's very rich.

I don't give a shit! He's out!

Good boy.

Come on.

Good boy. Bed. Lie down.

That's a good boy.

Hello, Mother.

Ma'am, that was Mrs.
Thornton's husband on the phone.

He's at the house now,
but there's no answer.

The dog's barking the place
down, and he can't get in.

John Thornton.

I wasn't expecting the cavalry.

I haven't got a key.

Due to problems of the past,

Ellen has had a
security alarm installed.

I'm Commander Clare
Blake. This is D.I. Doug James.

Thanks for calling us.

Doesn't look like she's home.

I'll take a look
'round the back.

Break the glass in.

Ellen?!

Ellen?!

Oh, it's all right.
He won't hurt you.

Hello, brother.

- Can you stay there?
- Yeah. Good boy.

Check out the kitchen.

Ellen?!

Mr. Thornton, can you
take the dog outside, please?

Uh, yeah. I think he
needs some exercise.

Come on, boy. Come on, Harold.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Harold! Come on!

Come on! Come on, boy!

Come on! Oh, there's a good boy.

There's a good boy. Good boy!

Your officers have stepped
into an undercover operation.

I had no idea there was any
other ongoing investigation.

There might not be now.

Eric, if... if you're
out there listening,

get in touch.

This child...

She's haunted us all, ma'am.

You have blood on your
hands, Commander Blake.

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