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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 two, possibly three years old.

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

The dress is hand-stitched, hand-embroidered.

But this is interesting.

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

Eric Thornton. Patient for only a short time.

Elliston Ward C.

Diagnosis... Schizophreniform psychosis.

But when I knew him,

he benefited from the medication prescribed.

Contrary to Littlewood.

He was a very disturbed paranoid schizophrenic

with an antisocial personality disorder.

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

There was a nurse.

Irish girl. Angela Gregory.

He's dead, my son.

They found him in a squat in Brixton.

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

A child? Eric?

No.

This is one of the dolls that Eric broke.

But the one you're holding,

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

Belinda.

How did you meet him in the first place?

At the clinic.

We were being treated at the same time.

- For what? - Depression.

You better get to Eric and tell him to keep his mouth shut.

I don't know where he is.

You don't know where he is?! Find him!

Hello, Mother.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

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Best guess so far is the victim died latish evening.

Looks like one deep knife wound to the chest.

No weapon recovered yet.

Whoever did this would have had a lot of blood on their clothes.

Lady bled to death.

Full postmortem being done

on Mrs. Thornton tomorrow morning.

And that's your lot for now. Get back to it.

Commander Blake?

Aaron Marsh, drug squad?

Please take a seat.

Your officers have stepped into an undercover operation,

possibly blowing something we've been working on for months.

You've lost me. Is this something to do with my case?

I've no idea.

All I do know is I had a call from my undercover officer

that you were making inquiries at Camley Garden Design.

Let's just break this down.

We were trying to trace a suspect

in connection with my case.

We've had the place under surveillance for drug dealing,

specifically in large quantities of skunk.

You questioned a Tony Lattice.

Yes.

In connection with a murder suspect, Eric Thornton.

I'd no idea there was any other ongoing investigation.

Well, there might not be now.

Is Tony Lattice is a drug dealer?

Possibly.

He's part of a ring, and we're working to pinpoint

where the skunk's being grown and processed,

which is why we have

an undercover officer working there.

How long have your people been there?

Six weeks.

Six weeks.

So he'd have met Eric Thornton?

It's actually a she.

I have a two-year-old child. Buried in an oil drum.

I'm so sorry if there's been a lack of communication,

but my case takes precedence.

I'm now looking at a second murder.

I didn't expect an apology,

but we do need to cross-reference both inquiries.

Oh, you said it!

Especially if your people have had my suspect

under bloody surveillance while we've had to go to press

trying to get a trace on him!

And now he's out there, God knows where,

without medication and probably using drugs as well.

Thank you so very much!

Drug squad had our suspect right under their noses

for the entire time you've been searching for him.

And somebody's gonna get a lot of flak for this,

and it's not gonna be me.

Heavy blood loss.

I'd say whoever carried her up here

must have been covered in blood.

As you can see, the main pooling is on the bed itself.

We have blood splatterings all up the stairs

and drops, as you can see, marked on the step.

From the distribution of the blood,

your victim was bleeding heavily.

Then here we see a swipe.

By the way, somebody's tried to do a cleaning job...

Not very successfully.

Did our guys take these floorboards up

when they searched the room?

No. That's how SOCOs found them this morning.

Tony Lattice?

All right. Hold on. All right. Hold on.

Ma'am, we have Eric Thornton's father, John.

I've put him in one of the interview rooms.

With me.

Oh, I hate it when she does that.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

We had a serious development.

- About the death of my wife? - No, actually.

It's possible your son may have been working with drug dealers.

Has he recently asked to borrow money?

Now, you obviously suspect my son,

so whether or not he's involved in this drug business

is surely secondary to finding him.

I personally cannot and do not believe

he'd ever hurt his mother.

And I've certainly never had anything to do

with this tragic child.

Do you love your son?

Yes.

He's beloved by...

everyone, by us all.

Maybe... Ellen loved him too much.

But when his illness was diagnosed, it was...

heartbreaking.

Look, if you're trying to get me on some tax evasion,

you can have my books.

What?

You drive a 1993 Land Rover.

Yeah. It's on the company books.

Paid cash for it four years ago.

You employ six full-time workers.

No, three.

Rest are part-time, cash-in-hand workers.

No tax, no insurance as they're students and below threshold.

We're trying to trace a nurse we believe became pregnant

during the time your son was at Elliston.

Her name was Angela Gregory.

Never heard of her.

How long is it since you saw your son?

Eight months. Maybe longer.

Thank you very much for coming in to see us.

That's it? You want me to go?

Well, I'm not satisfied. Not in any way.

There were other male patients in that place.

Have you questioned them?

Unless you know the whereabouts of your son...

Use me.

Get me to talk to the press.

M-Maybe Eric would listen to me.

I want to do something.

Well, you could give us a DNA sample.

Odd.

He said maybe his wife loved Eric too much.

How can you love someone too much?

Don't know. What about him talking to the press?

If he's prepared to go on television,

you make sure it's under our control.

You let the press office handle it.

Look, I really don't know why you've brought me in here

or what this is all about.

Maybe connected to that prick Eric Thornton, yeah?

Well, look, I didn't know he was a frigging space cadet.

So whatever he's done has got nothing to do with me.

This property in Saint Lucia.

No comment.

A turbocharged Porsche.

No comment.

If you are part of a drug ring, Tony,

which we believe you to be,

then if you would agree to assist my inquiries...

No comment.

Considering our prisons

are overflowing with illegal immigrants,

not to mention those released

who commit crimes as soon as they're set free...

They're letting Tony Lattice go. Apparently it's all our fault.

Have you heard this?

Yet they did nothing to protect my wife.

She was left alone,

as we have been throughout my son's illness...

This should never have been allowed to go out unmonitored.

You told me to let the press office handle it.

I thought I could trust you to take care of it.

Obviously not.

Yet time and time again he's been released

because he's deemed to be a low risk.

So I am begging Eric to make contact

either with me or the police.

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

get in touch.

Eric, I've run out of money.

I tried a cashpoint for your allowance,

but it wouldn't pay out.

And we have to pay for the rent.

Eric?

Have to pay for the rent.

Eric, please pay attention.

I tried your card again, but it won't pay out.

Can you call Sasha?

Sasha.

- Eric! - Let go!

No.

No. She'll just call the police again.

I'll make you something to eat.

Did you have a bath?

Have a bath.

I am begging Eric to make contact with me.

Eric?

Don't say that! You're stupid.

Eric? I want you to take these.

There's a girl phoned Paddington

with the address of a bed-sit in Bayswater.

Just spoken to the landlord.

He's confirmed there's a young couple staying there.

- Are they still there? - As far as we know.

Bring them in.

This is the police! Open the door, please!

Police! Open the door!

Right. Open up.

Eric?

Eric Thornton?

Stay where you are, son. Don't move.

Eric...

I'm a police officer.

Eric, I warned you about this, and you didn't listen.

You have to listen to what I'm saying.

Just ease yourself off the bed. Keep your hands in front of you.

That's it.

I've just got the lab results on Mrs. Littlewood's DNA test.

The child was not Eric Thornton's.

Looks like the father was John Littlewood.

We're now trying to track down via births, deaths,

any record of a child with the surname Littlewood or Gregory.

That's here in the UK and in Ireland.

If the child was hers,

Angela might even be involved in her death.

Well, that takes the heat off Eric Thornton, doesn't it?

No way!

We know the child's dress belonged to Thornton's sister.

And now with the murder of Mrs. Ellen Thornton,

his connection with both is obvious.

Forensic said whoever killed Mrs. Thornton

would have been covered in blood.

Here.

They found no blood on Eric Thornton's clothes.

He was wearing the same clothes from when he saw his sister,

and that was before Mrs. Thornton was murdered.

I don't give a damn what the report says.

I'm telling you Eric Thornton's involved.

Eric.

Eric?

They've allowed me to come and see you.

They're going to get you your proper medication.

Understand me?

They need to talk to you.

Where's Louise?

I don't know.

But I have got a solicitor to come in and talk to you

as soon as he gets here.

Peter.

Peter Cleeves.

Why?

They will need to ask you some very serious questions.

Please don't let them section me.

I've got a job now.

And Louise and I are in love.

Where is she? Is she here? I need to speak to her.

Do you know how long I'll have to be here?

I have to explain things to Tony.

I've got a job there. It's four days a week.

Have you got my phone?

Eric, whatever you've done, I'm going to stand by you.

Do you understand?

I'm here for you.

Why am I here?

Eric?!

Oh, my God, Eric! What have you done?!

- Stop it! Stop it! - What have you done, Eric?!

Of course I did it, you stupid bitches!

- Eric! Eric! - Stop it!

- Just keep strong. - Yes.

Take things as they come.

Have you, um...

Have you got the keys to her car?

It's Mummy's car.

Yes, but she... can't use it now, can she?

They've arrested him. It was on the news.

Well, it's a relief.

I've been frightened to leave the house.

Are you staying up here?

Uh, yes. For as long as necessary.

Where are you staying?

With friends.

We must also sort out

what we're gonna do with your mother's house.

We're selling it.

We just have to sort out about all the furniture.

There's not much of value left.

All her jewelry's pretty much gone,

and we all know who took that.

- Oh, please don't start! - He was your son.

You should have taken more responsibility.

You left it all to Mother!

We are not here to apportion blame.

And if you think I don't feel guilty about what happened,

you're mistaken.

Yes, he's my son.

But Ellen... doted on him.

And he killed her.

All the years of caring for him, and he did that to her.

He took my dolls' clothes.

You know the police made me identify them?

They were found on that dead child.

Stop it! Stop it! Please!

I didn't start it!

I've got a copy of the will. Have you read it?

No.

And right now it's the last thing I'm interested in.

Oh.

Sasha, can we, uh, get some clean clothes for Eric?

Oh, now you are taking care of him, are you?

Because he's crazy, you'll handle his share.

Stop it, Judy! This is just hideous.

- And it's not the right time! - Isn't it?

Well, when is the right time? Because I will fight this.

And maybe Mummy didn't want to use your friend Peter Cleeves.

Maybe she went to a different solicitor

to get a new will made... One that cuts them both out.

You were always a nasty little bitch.

This is typical.

Ellen isn't even in her grave,

and here you are picking over her will and her belongings.

You persuaded her to give Eric an allowance.

We never had one!

Maybe she loved him more.

Eric, I'm asking you if you recognize this dress.

Will you please look at the photograph?

Try to concentrate.

Yes. It belonged to my sister.

She used to put real baby clothes on her dolls.

This is important, Eric.

This little girl was found wearing this dress.

Can you look at the photograph, please?

Is it one of Judy's dolls?

No. She's a real child.

Her body was found in the grounds of Elliston Hospital.

Will you look at these photographs, please?

You were a patient there, Eric.

Say something that will get you into trouble.

You did nothing wrong. Don't say that! You're stupid.

Just stay calm. Don't repeat everything.

Why are you repeating everything?

You see, Eric?

- Look at me. - Eric?

You were a patient there, Eric. Is that correct?

Yes. A long time ago. I don't remember when, but...

I was there two or three times.

Yes, Eric, you were there.

It was in July 1997 and again in April 2001.

Don't say that! You're stupid. Just stay calm.

Now, Eric, can you explain...

Try to explain to me...

How this little girl came to be wearing

one of your sister's doll's dresses?

Someone must have put it on her.

But I-I... I don't understand. Is...

Is she real?

Yes. She is real.

But now she's dead.

He knew who you were.

We visited your room in the loft conversion.

We found many books on devil worship.

Various dead animals.

Weapons.

I can't go home anymore. Mother won't let me stay.

Why is that Eric?

He knew who you were. He knew who you were.

Shh! Eric, stay quiet!

We had an argument because of John...

Get out!

And she said I'd stolen her jewelry.

So where have you been staying?

With Louise.

We love each other.

Just a minute, Eric. You mentioned John.

Is that your father John?

No. N-No, it's another John.

I haven't seen him for a long, long time.

He came home with me.

Can you remember when this was?

You did nothing wrong.

Don't say that! You're stupid. Just stay calm.

No, I'm sorry.

I-I can't remember, but it wasn't me.

I didn't take Mother's jewelry.

But then she was upset about the money,

so we had a big argument and she told me to leave the house.

This friend of yours... the one you said was called John...

Was he at Elliston?

Nothing wrong. Don't say that! You're stupid.

Eric, was he at Elliston?

Was he at Elliston?

Eric, do you remember a nurse named Angela Gregory?

- What have you done?! - Look at me, please, Eric.

I'm asking you to remember

a nurse by the name of Angela Gregory.

- You stupid bitches! - Eric?

Eric, can you look at me, please?

- Eric?! Eric?! - Eric?

Open the door!

Eric? Eric?

I think my client needs a break.

According to Judy, Ellen was thinking of making another will.

Did she mention it to you?

No, she didn't.

But she knew we were still friends.

Do you think she would have got another solicitor?

Not as far as I know.

Well, that's a relief.

I don't know whether he's just acting dumb

or whether he really is.

All I do know is we're not getting anywhere with him.

I disagree.

John Littlewood was at Elliston Hospital

the same time as Eric Thornton... April 2001.

Yes, but Littlewood's dead, isn't he?

Yes, I know that.

Doesn't mean he wasn't involved with the dead girl.

We know he was the father.

Eric might not have any connection.

If Littlewood was the John at the Thornton house,

then maybe he took the doll's dress.

Ma'am, I've got something.

Unidentified couple found dead.

It's the date.

Description fits John Littlewood.

And the woman could be Angela Gregory.

Chase up the neuropathologist on that.

We have to find the cause of that little girl's death.

And get a thorough search done on Louise Parker's place.

Especially anything belonging to Eric Thornton.

Okay?

I need to know the exact date

Eric had the argument with your mother.

Well, Mummy and I went to Capri for a two-week break.

That was July 2002.

I was getting married in August.

We got back quite late at night.

Oh, no, wait a minute.

I went from the airport to stay at my husband's.

Well, he was my fiancé then.

Mummy went home.

The next morning she called in a terrible state.

I came over here.

They'd turned the house into a pigsty.

Mummy had a big bruise on her face,

and she said that Eric had taken a lot of jewelry.

This was when my dolls were damaged too.

We had to call the police.

Just go back over that.

You said "they'd"? Was there someone else there?

Yes.

Eric had let some awful friend stay.

And money was missing too.

Eric blamed the friend, of course.

After that, Sasha and I persuaded Mummy

to change all the locks.

Did you ever seen this man at your mother's house?

No.

Have a look in the greenhouses.

I'm gonna take a look 'round the back.

Ma'am, it's Doug.

He's at the garden place.

- Yeah? - He's found a knife.

The murder weapon?

This belongs to my brother-in-law.

Michael plays rugby.

He's a lot wider than I am.

Can I see my dad?

Eric...

Do you know the man in the photograph?

Yes, I-I know him,

but I haven't seen him since I...

Since that time I told you about with Mother.

It's important you remember when that was.

She didn't know he was in the house.

We came in the back way.

When was this?

When was this, Eric?

Eric?

When was this?

When I had that argument with Mother.

He took my bank card. He... He got me into trouble.

Don't lie!

Don't come near me!

I'm serious. I'm calling the police.

No, Mother. Please don't do that.

- Please, don't... - Then get out!

No!

Look what you've done.

Don't call the police, Mummy, please.

They'll send me away.

She wouldn't listen.

She was in quite a temper.

I knew she wouldn't leave me anyway.

He went into my sister's bedroom.

Aah!

Aah!

Aaah!

Of course she... she blamed me.

But with both of them shouting at me

and telling me what I'd done, I just got angry back at them.

I just hated it when they shouted at me.

Oh, my God, Eric! What have you done?!

- Stop it! - What have you done, Eric?!

- Eric! - Eric!

Of course I did it, you stupid bitches!

- Eric! - Eric!

- Stop it! - Eric!

Aah!

Then I was taken to Tooting in a police car.

It's a horrible place. I was there for a long time.

She even changed the locks so I couldn't get back in.

But you did get in, didn't you?

You went home.

Eric, open the door.

Open the door now, please!

- Eric, look at me. - Eric! Eric, open the door!

Open the door! Eric!

- Eric? - Eric, please, open the door!

Open the door!

Eric!

We need to ask you some questions about your mother.

Do you understand you've been arrested

on suspicion of her murder?

Be very careful what you're saying.

They're all against you. Mother! Money!

Shush!

Just smile. They won't know.

Eric?

- Stop it! - What have you done, Eric?!

Stop it!

Get a doctor in here quick, please.

I know he's involved.

Well, we know he didn't kill the little girl.

Nobody did.

Her name was Caitlin Littlewood. She died of meningitis, age two.

Meningitis?

Alison tracked down a hospital.

The body was released to the father for burial.

John Littlewood. And the mother, Angela Gregory.

Take a look at the address.

It's the squat we discovered the two bodies in.

Crack and heroin overdose.

The death of the child also coincides with the time

we think John Littlewood was at Eric Thornton's house.

Now, here's the key thing...

John Littlewood died of a drug overdose

two weeks after Caitlin's body was released.

We have the death certificate.

It took six months to track down his mother

for her to identify him.

But nobody ever came forward

to claim the body of the woman found with him.

No identification papers. Nothing.

It has to be Angela Gregory.

We're checking with Ireland to see if there are any relatives

we can get DNA from to confirm.

Are you telling me they took their child's body,

stuffed it in an oil drum and hammered the lid down?

Who knows if it was the pair of them or just Littlewood?

Maybe they wanted to die.

You said, "How can you love someone too much?"

This was also taken at the scene.

A crucifix.

About the same size as the one used to brand Caitlin's body.

And the dates match the Thorntons' return from Capri?

When they found the damaged dolls?

Yes.

You okay?

I'm sorry I've been so...

This child, uh...

She's haunted us all, ma'am.

Looks like Eric Thornton's in the clear.

Maybe for Caitlin.

But we still don't know who killed Mrs. Thornton.

Well, forensics are testing the knife now.

Eric, how did you get into the house

the night your mother died?

I would go in and out all the time.

She never knew.

It was the perfect hiding place.

Where?

My loft bedroom.

There was a balcony at the back,

and I used to climb up and get through the window.

Is that how you got in on the 20th of January,

the night of your mother's death?

I had keys.

I-I needed a bath.

Was this the 20th of January?

The last time I was there was the last time I saw her.

I don't remember the date.

She used to play bridge every Thursday.

She used to play bridge every Thursday,

and she came in one time, but I didn't hear her because...

I was playing the piano.

She really freaked me out.

Hello, Mother.

She'd had a few drinks.

And I asked her if I could have a bath.

And she said, "Of course. You know where it is."

And of course I did know where it was,

but I didn't really need to have the bath.

I just said it to distract her,

but I didn't need to have a bath.

To distract her?

Was there someone else in the house?

Open the door! Hurry!

Eric?

Who else was in the house?

I didn't want to get him into trouble.

Mm, he said he was in trouble.

He said that the police were onto him,

that he couldn't hide it at work.

So, I mean, he was my friend.

He gave me a job.

Did Tony Lattice hide drugs in your loft?

Not drugs.

It was money.

Was it stashed under the floorboards?

Eric?

Eric?

Eric...

Did Tony Lattice attack your mother?

Who are you?

How did get in here?

Hey, hey. Come here. Come here! Come here!

Eric, open the door!

Open the door! Hurry! Open the door!

Eric!

You sure this is right?

The prints on the knife are a match for Tony Lattice.

Eric Thornton's fingerprints aren't on there.

Just Lattice's.

Mr. Thornton, I am releasing you from custody.

I will be coming home with you?

To live with you?

Yes.

You've been released.

But it's not over yet, Eric.

I've got something for you.

At Mother's house. It's something very important.

Have you?

Well, we'll drive there first.

Are you gonna tell me what it is?

Secret.

Got a call from drug squad.

They're at the garden place.

Have they got Tony Lattice?

Eric?

Eric, we have to go.

It's a long drive.

Come up here.

It's up here.

We have to go.

This is for you.

I found it.

It's Mother's new will.

Found it in the bedroom.

Did you... Did you read it?

Yes, of course I did. That's why I hid it.

I knew you wouldn't want it found.

I'm not stupid.

We never saw this, did we, Eric?

Shut up! Come here. Come here.

Be quiet! Quiet!

Shut up! Eric.

Shut up!

Eric!

Well, don't just fucking stand there!

- Do something! - No!

I'm calling the police!

Eric! Jesus!

- Come here! - No!

- Come here! - No!

- Open the door! - No!

- Open the door! - No!

- Give me that phone! - No!

Give me the phone.

Now! Put it down!

Don't move. Don't move!

Eric, get down here now!

Eric!

Don't move!

Oh!

Eric! Eric!

Get away from that door. Come here.

Don't move!

Eric, help me!

- Shut your mother up! - Help me!

For God's sake, shut her up!

Quiet!

Eric, please help! Eric!

Eric! Eric!

God, Eric!

Be quiet! Shut up!

Stop shouting! Mother! Shut up!

Just be quiet! Don't shout at me!

- Eric! - Eric!

- Eric! - Stop it, Eric!

- Eric! - Eric!

Stop it! Stop it!

Aah!

I'm in terrible pain.

I can't stand when you shout at me.

Aah!

Eric?

Dad?

Yes?

Nothing.

Very clean hit.

One bullet to the back of his head.

There's a few hundred pounds beneath his body,

but I'd say there had to have been a lot more.

Whoever he was working for

must have got to him before he could do a runner.

So this was all about money?

This was all a fiasco.

Great work, Commander.

Your prime suspect is innocent, his mother's dead,

and my investigation is completely buggered.

We never got to who Lattice was working for.

Probably never will.

Perhaps if you hadn't gone in all guns blazing.

I had a possible child killer out there.

But she died of natural causes, didn't she?

And you can't blame this on Eric Thornton.

He was in your custody.

I'm aware of that.

But you have blood on your hands, Commander Blake.

That was out of order.

True, though.

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