[ominous orchestra music]
[water splashing]
[ominous orchestra music continues]
[church bells tolling]
[ominous orchestra music continues]
[dramatic orchestra music]
[photograph shuffling]
[Vera exhaling heavily]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[Matt snoring softly]
-Matt! Wake up. -[beer can fizzing]
What time is it?
Daytime.
[sighs] Where's everybody else?
They bailed on us. Come on.
My old man used to bring us up here.
Said a mean old troll lived in the caves.
Gave me nightmares for weeks.
[dramatic orchestra music]
Summat in there, in the corner.
Looks like a person.
What, with the beady eyes of a cave troll?
[intense orchestra music]
Do you see it?
Yeah. It's just some bin bags.
[intense orchestra music continues]
[upbeat orchestra music]
[car engine roaring]
[car door rattling]
Good morning, ma'am.
Uh, is it?
Do you know this place?
Lovers' Corner.
Local uniform says it's a hangout for bored teenagers.
They come up here to party.
Well, they've gotta go somewhere, I suppose.
These the two lads who found him?
Yeah, that's Richard Whenby and Matthew Lansard.
And were they up here partying?
Yeah.
Look at the state of this.
More DNA here than Friday night up Bigg Market.
[dramatic ambient music]
IC1 male, late teens, early twenties, ma'am, no ID.
No phone?
No phone, no wallet.
Hmm, and he was dumped?
Wrapped up in bin bags?
Sealed tight, just like a mummy.
The cold in the cave slowed decomposition,
but judging from the discoluration
around the head and the neck here,
estimated time of death some time Tuesday morning.
Huh, So two days?
He looks about the same age as those lads who found him.
Is he one of their mates?
They say they don't know him.
What have you got cause of death?
Blunt force trauma to the cranium.
Two fractures, one on the crown, not so deep.
Another, deeper, at the back of the skull.
So hit twice over the head.
From behind, also, there's a minor fracture
on the bridge of the nose.
Is that from being punched or falling face first?
I mean, there's dirt around the nose and mouth,
so probably the latter.
Unless there's any other signs of a struggle?
There's some older cuts and scratches on his hands, but...
[dramatic orchestra music]
Why hasn't any wildlife been at him?
He was wrapped up airtight until the lads came
and opened him up.
But, whoever left him here stuck him right over there
in the corner where nothing picked up his scent.
Yeah, well, that's something, I suppose, hmm.
Now, there's dirt on the back of his calves,
so probably dragged up here.
Have we checked the area?
First officers on the scene walked it.
there are no obvious drag marks or footprints.
Ah, the poor lad.
Marcus, what's that?
[chain rattling]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
Maybe he was wearing it, broke off when he was killed?
Or, maybe the killer was wearing it.
Or, maybe the killer left it on him.
Ma'am, can I show you something?
Uh ma'am, just wanted to say that,
thought you did really well yesterday at Bethany's inquest.
I imagine, I imagine it was difficult.
Mm, oh well, we did our homework. It was fine.
[police radio chattering in background]
Thanks, Marcus.
-[grass rustling] -[wind blowing]
[intense ambient music]
So, not dumped here, killed here.
Let's get it sealed off.
[dramatic ambient music]
Ma'am?
[dramatic ambient music continues]
Well, there's some loose topsoil.
Digging?
Don't know.
Maybe they got disturbed.
Yeah, maybe.
Marcus said last Tuesday.
Now, last Tuesday was cold, wasn't it?
Frost. The ground would have been too hard to dig
and if you needed to hide a body,
that cave is as good a place as any.
Premeditated, then?
-Oh. -Well, if the killer
had bin bags and duct tape with them.
Well, could've left the body there, went back to the car
or nipped to B&Q.
[police radio chattering in background]
-[camera shutter clicking] -Hello lads,
DCI Vera Stanhope.
Now, you told my officer you stayed up here last night?
Yeah.
On your own?
On our own.
Mm, where do you live?
Corlington.
Corlington, well, that's a fair few miles.
How'd you get up here?
-We walked. -In a mate's car.
[Vera chuckling]
They're taking photos of the tyre tracks, Rich.
They'll find out.
So, what, you up here partying, were you?
-Partying? -Mm.
No, no, just a few mates, few drinks.
Mm, now, that lad in the cave.
I know you took a peek.
Are you sure you don't know him?
No, don't know him.
Right, well, I'm gonna need the names
of your drinking buddies, okay?
Can we get a lift back to town after? What?
Do you reckon they're involved?
Well, if they are, they'd be pretty stupid to call it in.
We have a white male, late teens to early twenties.
He suffered a blunt force trauma to the back of the head.
He was found wrapped in bin bags in a cave
up at Lovers' Corner.
Now, maybe they planned to bury him,
but the ground was too hard, don't know.
And he was found with a crucifix on him.
Where are we with ID?
Uh, he's not in the system.
Missing Persons came back empty.
Right, well, check schools and colleges, too.
Any absentees in the last two days.
-Will do. -And what about
the list of teens up at Lovers' Corner?
We're having trouble tracking them all down.
It's a long list and the ones we've spoken to,
well, they're not volunteering much.
-Why not? -Well, word's out
there's a killer on the loose.
Don't tell me, bloody social media?
Yep, #caveman.
Now, which one of the little toe-rags put that up?
-Yeah, Matt. -Matt.
Do you want me to get onto cyber and get it deleted?
Nah, it'll be like fighting a bushfire.
Just keep your eye on it.
So, can we place anyone at the scene?
Any call-outs in the last week? Disturbances?
Complaints from the locals? Anything!
There's nobody about to complain.
It's in the middle of nowhere.
What, we've got no CCTV to look at? Great!
Well, the nearest camera's a quarter mile down the road
-at the garage. -And, ma'am,
Marcus just sent these over.
He said he found them in the front pocket
of the victim's jeans.
[plastic rustling]
Looks like confetti.
Get onto the disgruntled brides, Kenny, your area.
I've actually got a lot on.
Oh, right, Ken. What time you called?
Oh, well, they're saying three o'clock,
but the clerk thinks that it might run on.
Can we get in some cover?
No, I'd rather wait until Bethany's inquest is over.
-Why? -Because the time it takes
to get a new person up to speed, we'll have solved it.
So we carry on a man down? Just as normal?
-Exactly, Kenny. Exactly. -[dramatic orchestra music]
This isn't confetti.
I think it's ticket stubs or cinema ticket stubs.
Right, all e-tickets now.
We got ens, ens, eve.
Eve, evening?
Enseve?
Pev, Pevens, Pevens, Pevensey, Pevensey!
What's that?
Pevensey.
[keyboard keys clicking]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
The fair's in town.
-[riders shrieking] -[riders cheering]
-[machine rattling] -[upbeat band music]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
Evening service tonight at St. Christopher's.
It's not the Pevensey Fair I remember.
Never had you down as a thrill-seeker.
Of course, it was the Pevensey Steam Fair
-back then. -Oh yeah?
Was that before we had electricity?
[upbeat band music continues]
Go and check those caravans.
See if they recognise our lad.
I'll see if I can find the manager.
[riders shrieking in background]
[dramatic orchestra music]
-All right, love? -Yes, thanks.
Bit tall for this ride, aren't ya?
Is there a manager, pet, or someone in charge?
[intense ambient music]
Hello?
You all right? Jodie Pevensey.
Oh.
My, my parents own the fair.
Right.
What seems to be the problem?
Er, do you recognise this lad at all?
Maybe he works for you?
Why, um, why's it a drawing?
Is he wanted for summat?
You do know him, then?
Is he in trouble?
He was found dead this morning, love.
[intense ambient music]
-[body thudding] -[Aiden grunting]
His name's Jamie.
At least that's what he called himself.
Don't know his surname.
Do you know where he was found?
Mm, up at Lovers' Corner. Do you know it?
Never heard of it.
And we've reason to believe he was murdered.
And he worked for ya?
Aye, since last summer.
Does he have a next of kin?
Sorry, I don't know.
Well, is there anything at all you can tell me?
He was a good worker, always prompt.
Was he a local lad?
Aye, Geordie.
So, do you have an address?
Just stayed here.
When did you last see him?
Must've been Monday night.
Packed his bags and moved on.
He left? Do you know where he went?
[fairground guests chattering in background]
What happened to you?
It's all the fun of the fair.
Mr. Kirke was very kindly showing me
how he treats outsiders, weren't you?
I thought he were nicking stuff.
Is it possible he could have had a disagreement
with any of the other travellers?
We're not travellers. We're show people.
This has been my family business for four generations.
Nothing happens here without me knowing about it.
And, no, Jamie got on with everyone.
Well, clearly not everyone.
Could you show me where he was staying?
[guests chattering in background]
It's this one.
[caravan door clicking]
And you both kip in here, do ya?
Yeah. That was Jamie's bed.
Did he tell ya he was leaving?
Jamie's a quiet fella.
Always the quiet ones.
He didn't seem like he was in any trouble?
He didn't mention anything.
Did he have any visitors, girlfriend, boyfriend?
[chuckles] No.
[Vera shuffling]
[dramatic orchestra music]
This Jamie's?
It isn't mine.
[pages rustling]
[flyer rustling]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
That's just around the corner.
Right, I want the place searched.
[riders shrieking]
[dramatic orchestra music]
I've got you a more accurate time of death.
6 am to 12 pm, Tuesday morning.
So a morning person, our killer.
And I found something in the wound,
a fleck of black paint.
I've sent it off for analysis.
However, the skull fractures are concave.
So something angled and heavy and black.
First blow knocked him out.
Fell onto his knees, landed face down.
There was dirt in the airways, so he was still alive.
And the second blow-
That finished him off? So, deliberate.
Exactly.
What about that black plastic? Anything on that?
Just dirt.
Any blood other than his?
Not in the cave or near it.
[sighs] Let's think.
He goes up there, have a few drinks with his mates,
fight breaks out and someone lamps him one?
There's no alcohol in the blood.
Plus, he had fairly severe diabetes.
Which type?
One, but, having said that, overall,
physically, he was in really good shape.
There's no nicotine, no drugs.
Has nice togs. He's healthy, he's well groomed.
So what's a clean-living, Bible-reading lad doing
in an area notorious for bad behaviour?
Hmm, looking to be corrupted?
-[soft classical music] -It's also a time
for your friends and your family to come together.
[soft classical music drowns out reverend]
-Yes. -Aye.
You might be a bit nervous,
but you'll be surrounded by friendly faces.
You'll be surprised how much that helps.
Yes.
I'll be there to walk you through everything.
[soft classical music drowns out reverend]
[reverend chattering in background]
Kenny's back in the office.
He said they overran last night.
You know Bethany's mum was there?
Not in a good way, apparently.
Oh well, it's over now.
I think this'll be you soon.
Walking down the aisle, hmm.
His name's Jamie Thorne.
Are you sure?
Yes, yes.
So was he a member of your church?
Oh, how do you know him then?
He stayed with us last year.
Stayed in our spare room.
He stayed with ya?
Last December, I found him sleeping rough
in the doorway to the church,
so I offered him a place to stay.
Well, we thought he was staying at the fairground.
It had closed for winter.
So how long was he with you?
'Til it started up again mid-January.
Have you seen him since?
Did you know him before?
No, but he used to live in town.
He spoke of his mother still being here.
Oh, do you have an address, love?
Jamie grew up in one of those terraces on Tanner Street,
but his mother remarried.
She's still in Corlington though, Grace, Grace Marsh.
That's great, thank you. I'll phone it in.
[dramatic piano music]
If his mam's still local,
you'd think she'd take him in at Christmas.
[dramatic orchestra music]
[Reverend] When Jamie's father died,
it was just him and his mum for a long time.
I gather it was tough for them.
Single mum, not a lot of money.
When Jamie's mum remarried, they moved.
Jamie spoke very fondly of his mother
and his half-brother and sister.
[Vera] It's strange that, then,
feeling he couldn't go back.
[Reverend] Jamie said it wasn't really an option.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
Now, we found this Bible in a caravan he was staying in
at the fairground.
Was he religious at all?
When he stayed with us, we discussed spiritual matters.
Do you take many young lads in?
No, I've tried to help a few over the years,
though Jamie was the only one that listened.
Mm, and he never kept in touch?
George.
This is the first I've heard of him since he left us.
Mia said the police had called. What's going on?
My wife Amber.
Were you handing out flyers at the fairground last night?
Uh, we go to most of the events around here, yeah.
Trying to drum up some trade.
Did you ever happen to see Jamie Thorne at the fairground?
-Jamie? -Mm-hmm.
No, why?
[dramatic orchestra music]
I'll leave you to explain. Thanks.
Excuse me, love.
So have uniform been in touch with the mother?
Yeah, she lives up in one of those new builds
on Carrington Drive.
Husband's big in construction.
Oh, married well, then.
Well, let's get her in for a formal identification.
What, immediately?
Might she not want to call someone
or get her head 'round it?
Oh, most people prefer us
to just get on with it, don't they?
I know I would.
Mrs. Marsh, are you ready?
[clock ticking]
[dramatic ambient music]
[sobs] That's, that's Jamie.
[Grace crying]
[dramatic ambient music continues]
Can I get you anything?
Here you are, love.
I got you both a cup of tea.
Thank you.
Only, um, I need to ask you some questions about Jamie.
What? Can't it wait?
No, unfortunately, it can't.
Grace?
It's okay.
Did you and Jamie keep in touch?
Of course, we, we'd text now and then
and I spoke to him about a month ago.
And when did he leave home?
July last year.
Why did he leave?
He got a job.
Oh, so there were no problems at home,
anything I should know about?
No, of course not.
Hmm, he wasn't in any trouble that you know of?
No.
Look, I'm sorry I have to ask.
Where were the both of you Tuesday morning?
I was at work. Grace was home with the kids.
[plastic rustling]
Was this Jamie's?
I doubt it. He wasn't religious.
So do you know why he stayed
with the Reverend Haleford over Christmas?
Church just down the road from you.
Oh, we thought he was at the fairground.
Oh, I thought you kept in touch.
Yeah, we did.
It's just, you know, the church is, what?
Half a mile from your home and he didn't even call in
to see ya?
Not even for Christmas dinner?
We'd better get home.
My mother's looking after the kids.
They'll be running her ragged.
[footsteps pattering]
[dramatic orchestra music]
[car doors banging]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
-[keys jangling] -[car engine revving]
[car engine roaring]
[sign creaking]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
Ma'am, the fairground shows up on the PNC.
All drug-related offences, dealing, possession.
Well, Jamie wasn't a user,
but he could've been involved in dealing.
It says er, a Mr. Kirke subdued the assailant
until the police arrived.
Kirke? Was that Harris Kirke?
Uh-huh.
Well, he had a go at you, didn't he, Aiden?
-He tried. -[Vera chuckling]
Yeah, why couldn't Jamie stay
at the fairground over Christmas?
'Cause, according to the vicar, it closes.
Yep, come winter, they pack up all the rides,
store them in an old bus depot in Gateshead and go home.
The Pevenseys have a house near there.
According to Jamie's bank account,
he made a handful of cash withdrawals.
On average, one a week, different days, different amounts.
But the last one was at 10:07 on Tuesday morning, 200 pound.
He didn't have any cash on him.
What bank is this?
Private ATM machine at a Snooker Hall in Corlington.
So, what was Jamie doing there?
Check it out. Do the board.
[balls clattering]
According to his bank records,
he withdrew 200 pound from this machine,
just after 10, Tuesday morning.
I don't know. Maybe.
Well, could he have been in here with someone?
Don't know.
[scoffs] What about your mate?
He might know something.
[dramatic ambient music]
We're usually quiet in here weekdays. Police.
All right, mate?
All right.
Just wondered if you'd seen
this lad in here Tuesday morning.
No, sorry.
Have another look.
Maybe you shot a few frames with him.
A quick 200 quid?
Don't know what you're talking about.
That CCTV on the front doors.
Any chance I could have a look?
Suppose.
[intense orchestra music]
Is there another entrance?
Yeah. At the back, from the car park.
Eh, maybe he used that.
Does it have CCTV?
Have you definitely got the right day, Tuesday morning.
Hey, hang on, hang on.
Back up a bit, bit more and stop.
[intense orchestra music continues]
[TV chattering in background]
[intense orchestra music continues]
[car engine roaring]
When I came along, him and his mum were pretty tight-knit.
I tried me best.
Well, it sounds like you didn't get on.
Look, the lad never took to me.
I tried to include him in things we did,
you know, as a family.
He wasn't interested.
Grace told him he didn't need to do it.
Mums and their sons, eh?
[chuckles] Now, your secretary told us
you wasn't in the office Tuesday morning.
So where were ya?
I was here.
Presumably somebody here can verify that.
The foreman, he'll back me up.
Back you up?
Oh, you two got an arrangement, then, have ya?
When you're off playing snooker,
he tells everyone you're here, hmm?
Only, your doppelganger
was in Corlington snooker hall Tuesday morning.
Well, I popped out for a few frames.
Left work for a few frames.
That snooker, worse than drugs.
-Did you meet anyone there? -Some mates that I play with.
It's hardly a crime, is it?
No, love, but you told us you were at work,
so you can see why we're a bit confused.
I didn't think it was important.
What about Jamie? Did you meet Jamie there?
No.
It's just that Jamie withdrew 200 pound
from a cashpoint in a snooker hall on Tuesday morning.
Bit of a coincidence that, don't you think?
Him being there and all?
And after that, we've got no trace of him,
until he turns up in a bin bag.
Look, me and Jamie might not have been mates,
but it's not like that.
I haven't seen or spoken to him for months.
Haven't ya? Have a look at this.
This is a list of calls from Jamie's mobile.
He called you six times.
Four times Monday evening and twice on Tuesday morning.
[intense orchestra music]
I don't know anything about this.
No? And, he left you a voicemail which you deleted.
So I'll ask you again.
Did you meet Jamie on Tuesday at the snooker hall?
Look, he wasn't there.
It's an old savings account that Grace set up for him.
He never used it.
I meant to close it, but I didn't.
You withdraw the money?
Yes. Look, it's my money.
Why?
To cover his gambling habit from his missus. Am I right?
This is the phone that Grace uses.
I just pay the bloody bill.
[paper rustling]
[ominous orchestra music]
Can I get you a coffee?
No, thanks.
No, there's been a few developments
we'd like to ask you about.
Now, you said Jamie hadn't been in touch recently.
Yeah.
Only, according to this-
[paper rustling]
he called you six times in two days.
Just, just had some missed calls.
Yes, which you just failed to mention.
I forgot.
You forgot? Oh, she forgot!
Only, on one of those calls, Jamie left a voicemail.
I never received that.
Yes, you did, because yesterday you erased it.
But, luckily, we've managed to retrieve it from the server.
Do you wanna hear it?
[Jamie On Voicemail] It's me. Can you call me back?
I need to speak with ya.
I'm in a bit of trouble. I could do with somewhere to stay.
Just call me when you can.
-[voicemail beeping] -[intense ambient music]
Now, Jamie left that voicemail at 8:32 am Tuesday morning,
the day he was killed.
And according to the phone company,
you played it at 8:36 am.
And then yesterday you erased it.
Why'd you do that?
What trouble was Jamie in?
I don't know.
But, whatever it was, I didn't want him bringing it here.
But why did you erase it?
I didn't think he was being serious.
I thought he was messing.
Well, it doesn't sound like he's messing to me, love.
Does it you, DS Healy?
-Well, no- -He packed
his bags, Tuesday morning.
Did he turn up on your doorstep?
Didn't you go to the fairground?
-No. -No.
Because you turned your back on him.
-Ma'am! -[Grace sobbing]
I know, I know.
So, er, where's Jamie's photo?
That lad wanted to come home.
-Ma'am! -What?
Why was that poor boy homeless in December?
-Please. -He asked if he could
come home and you wouldn't let him!
I didn't want him to come home!
I was just, I was just trying to do what was best for Jamie.
Me and Phil have built a life here
and when it's me, him and the kids, it just works.
But Jamie struggled with the change.
He never liked Phil. I don't know why.
I was trying to do what was best for him, for all of us.
Yeah, well, we're trying to find who murdered your son.
-[Grace sobbing] -[soft piano music]
[dramatic classical music]
Bloody wild-goose chase!
[cell phone ringing]
What?
Nothing, ma'am.
Kenny, this better be good news.
Well, we've narrowed down the list
of possible vehicles matching the tyre tread
at Lovers' Corner and I think there's a potential lead.
Don't tell me. The lads who found the body?
Not quite.
[car engine roaring]
Harris!
Don't worry. They just wanna ask a few questions.
Well, why are they taking your car?
[intense ambient music]
How'd you find out about Lovers' Corner?
From the teenagers at the fairground?
-What? -What?
They tell you about a party up there?
And you've been there recently.
I'm just trying to work out why.
I haven't been there.
Are you sure about that?
You drive a Toyota Corolla.
Yeah.
Well, has it gone missing recently?
Has it? Do you lend it to anyone?
No.
It's just that we've found tyre tracks at Lovers' Corner
and they match your car.
So how did they get there?
[dramatic orchestra music]
I don't know.
Well, it's strange, that, isn't it?
Your car being very near to where Jamie died.
And we've been unable to find anyone at the fairground
who remembers seeing you Tuesday morning.
I've never been to Lovers' Corner.
Yet your car was there.
[hand rapping]
-[door clicking] -Ma'am.
What is it you're not telling us, Mr. Kirke, hmm?
You have a little think about that.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
Here.
Ta.
Is Harris back?
They're keeping him in.
Why are you not there?
You should, I don't know,
put a good word in for him or summat.
What good will that do?
You don't think he did it, do ya?
Look, Jodie, I like Harris, really I do,
but he's with the police, they've got his car.
It doesn't look good, does it?
[dramatic ambient music]
Jodie?
Ma'am, they've finished the search of Harris Kirke's car.
Yeah, well, tell me they've found something.
Well, it hasn't been cleaned
since it rolled off the assembly line,
but they did find Jamie's DNA on the steering wheel.
Okay, so the lad drove his car now and again.
Doesn't let Harris off the hook now, does it?
Ma'am? CCTV from the garage at Broadwell Road.
Jamie driving Harris's car at 22:04 on Sunday evening.
[intense ambient music]
Is there a passenger?
It's not clear enough to tell.
Ma'am, desk sergeant says Jodie Pevensey's here
to see you.
She says it's important.
You wasn't in your caravan Monday night
or Tuesday morning.
I was.
Well, Jodie Pevensey has just told us
you were with her all night.
She said the pair of you were in a hotel down the road.
You were together all night
and you returned to the fairground at noon.
Is that true?
Yeah, I was, but Jamie had gone by the time I got back.
I didn't lie about that.
Why didn't you tell us about the relationship before?
Jodie doesn't want people knowing.
[chuckles] You'd rather have a murder charge
than have Bobby Pevensey know you're seeing his daughter?
It's not him. It's her mum.
She's got it in for me.
Oh, good enough to man the dodgems,
but not good enough for her princess?
I love her.
Yeah, well, I think you've proved that, Mr. Kirke.
Let him go.
The DNA test came back on the accreted deposits
on the back of the crucifix.
I ran it against the DNA database.
It's not conclusive. It's a mixed profile.
But there are striking similarities to a name in the system.
Convictions for possession, car theft, assault.
[dramatic ambient music]
[car engine roaring]
[gate squeaking]
Mrs. Haleford?
[sighs] Caught me.
Can we have a word?
Uh, do you want me to fetch George?
Oh no, you'll do just fine, love.
No, er, we just wondered if you recognise this.
We bought one just like it for my son, for his 18th.
Can I take it out of the bag?
No, I'm sorry, pet. It's evidence.
So where did you get it?
We found it on Jamie Thorne.
-[door clicking] -Mum. I'm just off out.
I'll be over at Sally's.
All right, love.
Take your phone and don't be late back.
I'm sorry [exhaling], what are you saying?
Well, we believe this to be your Brendan's.
It has his DNA on it.
But, but you found it on Jamie's body?
Hmm, any idea how he came to have hold of it?
So may we talk to your son? Is he in?
Brendan wouldn't have anything to do with this.
No, just to eliminate him from our inquiries.
I take it you've read his file?
I have, love.
He's easily led.
He just fell in with a bad crowd, that's all.
Do you know where we might find your son?
He moved out a while back.
Erm, last time he called, about a month ago,
he was in London.
Can I get an address?
He's never in the same place
-for very long, so- -[cell phone ringing]
Well, whatever you've got, love.
Excuse me, Kenny?
Right. Well, thanks, Mrs. Haleford.
We will need that address.
Yeah.
Jamie's mobile, someone's just turned it back on.
[dramatic orchestra music]
Sherwood Road? Where?
[Kenny Over Phone] The corner of Thropton Street
and Sherwood Road.
Thropton, come on, we're looking
for anyone resembling Brendan Haleford.
Brendan Haleford?
Well, you don't believe what his mam said
just now, do ya?
Is that Thropton? Thropton!
[brakes screeching]
[car door clanking]
Kenny, we're here at Thropton.
He says they're on the move! Back of Thropton.
What? Court Street!
[dramatic orchestra music]
[gate clanking]
'Round the front.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
What you doing in our kitchen?
Hello, love.
-Police, DCI Vera Stanhope. -[footsteps thudding]
[door clicking]
[dogs barking in distance]
Well, if it isn't Mr. Hashtag.
Where'd you get it?
What?
The phone! You said you got it on eBay!
I found it.
Tell her where you found it.
[door banging]
Only 20 quid. Me and Rich split it.
Did you take anything else?
Just the phone and the wallet.
I don't suppose you took a back-up
before you wiped the phone?
No, I, I didn't think.
Well, that lad might have taken a photo of his killer.
It was Rich's idea.
Did you know Jamie?
No, but I saw him a few nights before.
Where'd you see him?
[exhales heavily] Lovers' Corner.
On Sunday night, me and Rich were up there.
What time?
About 10, 11.
He arrived in this old car
and went wandering into the woods.
Was he on his own?
-Yeah. -Did you talk to him?
No, we shouted out, but he just ignored us.
Bit of a weirdo, to be honest.
And definitely Sunday night?
Not Monday?
Sunday.
Why didn't you tell us before?
Promised Rich I wouldn't.
He said never help the police.
[floorboards creaking]
[ominous orchestra music]
Who's upstairs?
No one.
[ominous orchestra music continues]
[door squeaking]
Hello, pet. Thought you were visiting your mate Sally.
[footsteps thudding]
Right, charge him with obstruction of justice.
What? You're joking!
[dramatic orchestra music]
How do you know Mr. Hashtag, then, hmm?
He's a right catch.
No wonder you kept him quiet.
You and him go up to Lovers' Corner together?
Not my scene.
Hmm, what about Jamie Thorne?
Definitely not his scene.
Did your brother and Jamie get on?
They never met.
What?
Brendan already moved out by then.
Do you keep in contact with him?
He's down in London. He don't really keep in touch.
I bet your parents miss him.
My parents like to talk about love and forgiveness,
but, let's just say, when it comes to Brendan
they struggle to apply it.
[car engine roaring]
[dramatic orchestra music]
Where were you Tuesday morning?
With my mum, handing out leaflets.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[hand rapping]
Ma'am, uniform have completed
the search of the fairground.
SOCOs haven't found any DNA on any of the tools.
Did you show Brendan Haleford's mugshot about?
Yeah. No one can place him.
There's no evidence he was in Jamie's caravan.
-[Vera sighing] -We checked for prints.
Okay, you can tell Mr. Pevensey he can reopen.
Will do. See you in the morning then.
Night.
Whatever it is, Mark, leave it 'til tomorrow.
I've just got the transcript of me evidence.
Aye, you did well.
Do you think, well, are they gonna say it was my fault?
Well, why are they gonna say that?
Because I left her?
Now, listen, this is gonna sound hard-hearted,
but it's not meant to be.
It was Bethany's decision to be alone with a person
she thought was a bereaved relative.
Not yours, hers. That's unambiguous.
Now, that's not to say I blame her
because the only person to blame for her death
is the man who killed her
and that's the truth of what happened, isn't it?
She told ya to leave.
Well, I suppose so.
It's, well, it's just I can't help thinking,
what if I'd stayed?
Well, then I'd be two good officers down
instead of one, wouldn't I?
Then where would I be?
Mm, now go home, Mark. Good night.
[dramatic orchestra music]
-[switches clicking] -[electricity buzzing]
-[knobs clanking] -[rides whirring]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[alcohol splashing]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[Vera clicking her tongue]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[Vera shuffling]
[paper rustling]
[intense orchestra music]
Good night, was it?
[car door banging]
Did you sleep in them clothes?
Look, Charlie made me sleep on the sofa.
I'm not supposed to drink because she can't. Why so early?
Look, we've got this all wrong.
Look, there's some mints in there.
Wrong how?
The paint analysis on the head wound came back.
Have a look.
As commonly seen on garden tools.
Now, that got me thinking, that lad, Mr. Hashtag,
he said he saw Jamie up at Lovers' Corner on Sunday night.
-Right? -Mm-hmm.
So, why was Jamie up at Lovers' Corner on his own
on Sunday and then ended up there again on Tuesday morning?
I think he was looking for something.
Something we missed.
Now, that upturned earth by the caves.
What if that wasn't the killer trying to bury Jamie,
but Jamie wanting to dig something up?
-[car engine revving] -[car engine roaring]
-[shovel thudding] -[soil scattering]
[pants] There's nothing.
Well, keep digging.
[birds calling in background]
-[shovel thudding] -[Aiden grunting]
[pants] I'm gonna do me back in.
-[intense ambient music] -Aiden, get out of the hole.
It's a young adult male.
I'd place him at late teens, early twenties.
How long has he been there?
12 to 14 months, best guess.
Dogs haven't found anything unless you want
to widen the search?
No, no.
Is there anything to suggest that anyone's tried
to dig this up before?
Oh, the topsoil was loose.
I think Jamie came up here to find this grave.
He found it and intended to dig it up.
But somebody stopped him.
-Mm. -Marcus?
[intense orchestra music]
It's Brendan Haleford.
[intense orchestra music continues]
Brendan didn't really move out.
He just stopped coming home.
He was hardly ever here.
Sometimes we wouldn't see him for a week, maybe longer.
Are you sure it's him?
We've yet to make a formal identification,
but his wallet was found at the site.
But, mum, you said you spoke to him.
Yeah, and we have to ask why you told us that.
You were implying that Brendan had something to do
with Jamie's murder.
I couldn't have you thinking that.
Oh God, I feel sick.
How long has the body been there?
We think just over a year.
And Jamie and Brendan didn't know each other?
No, Brendan left before Jamie stayed here.
Do you know of any connection
between Brendan and the Pevensey fairground?
Do you think they had something to do with this?
Not necessarily, no.
I'm just trying to establish if there was a connection
between Brendan and Jamie.
What about you, pet?
Pevensey's daughter's about the same age as you, hmm?
No, I don't hang out with fairground girls.
So, when did you last hear from him?
[sighs heavily] I don't remember, last summer?
June, I think.
Right.
You don't remember?
It was April 12th, last year.
You told him that he was an embarrassment
and Brendan decided he'd had enough, he was leaving.
[dramatic orchestra music]
I remember.
April, then. It was April.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[ominous ambient music]
Low-template DNA results will take a day to come back.
I ran the dental records and I have a reliable match.
These are definitely the remains of Brendan Haleford.
Any connection between the two murders?
Also wrapped up in black plastic bin bags,
same as Jamie Thorne.
And cause of death was also a fatal blow
to the back of the skull.
Same as Jamie Thorne.
But this one has a depressed fracture.
Someone hit him with considerable force,
enough to cause fractures toward the front of the skull.
So our killer has one hell of a backhand.
Yeah.
[dramatic orchestra music]
-[Mia shuffling] -Where are you going?
Just out, I can't stay here.
Mia! Mia!
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
The Halefords hadn't spoken to their son in over a year.
Can't give us the names of any of his friends
or account for his whereabouts.
We know Brendan had a fractious relationship with his dad.
And in the last week, we've found the bodies of Brendan
and the lad who stayed with them at Christmas.
Plus, Brendan's crucifix was found on Jamie's body.
How did that get there?
You not gonna eat that?
-No, think I'm done. -[container rustling]
Wasn't exactly a saint, though, was he?
Maybe Brendan pushed his dad too far.
Yeah, but how far would he have to push him to do that?
Your own son.
Ask me in another 18 years.
[Vera chuckling]
So what couldn't wait?
Well, there was an allegation made
against George Haleford.
-[bag rustling] -Cheers.
They moved to Corlington parish last year.
But in 2012, when they were in Sunderland,
he was questioned over the alleged sexual assault
of a 14-year-old boy named Patrick McKellard.
Was this pursued?
No, it's marked up as NFA by DS Webb.
He's pretty emphatic that it was vexatious.
There were big inaccuracies in the boy's account
and the allegation was dropped pretty swiftly.
Still, that's a big thing for a kid to make up.
Well, Webb's impression was that the kid's father
was causing trouble.
Well, whichever it was, we can't ignore it.
His phone's gone straight to voicemail.
[voicemail box beeping]
Er, it's me. Can you call me as soon as you get this?
The police are here. They're looking for you.
[dramatic orchestra music]
He went out about an hour ago. He can't have gone far.
Is this about Brendan?
Not quite, pet.
We need to ask you both some questions
-about Patrick McKellard. -[intense ambient music]
You'd better come in.
Have you spoken to Patrick?
Not yet. Should we?
I'd rather you didn't.
The whole thing nearly ruined our lives.
Do you wanna tell us what happened?
George was just trying to help the lad.
We knew his family. They came to the church.
Father had a few problems. Always down the pub.
Patrick'd come home from school sometimes,
find himself locked out, he'd come to the church.
On a few occasions, George brought him home, you know.
Made sure he was all right until his parents got back.
But then his dad got the wrong end of the stick,
started accusing George of ulterior motives.
Then his dad went to the police.
Anyway, when the detective questioned Patrick,
he broke down, said nothing had happened.
It was thrown out.
Did Jamie know about this? About Patrick?
We came here to get away from it.
Look, I'm sorry, love.
But I've got two dead lads,
both with links to this household.
And now, this allegation has surfaced,
erroneous or not, I need to be sure.
What's this?
It's a warrant to search your home. Aiden.
[dramatic orchestra music]
What's going on?
[sighs] They think your dad's got something
to do with Brendan and Jamie.
Er, I'm sorry, love. It's just a line of inquiry.
Now, could you try calling him again, please?
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[cell phone ringing]
It's going to voicemail.
Ma'am?
-What is it? -Found it in the wheelie bin.
Well, open it up.
[zip swishing]
Male clothes, deodorant, phone charger, playing cards.
Any ID?
That's not ours.
Could that be Jamie Thorne's?
[cell phone ringing]
Yeah? Okay, where?
Thanks. We've got a sighting of our vicar.
Bag these up.
[dramatic orchestra music]
[riders shrieking]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[guests chattering in background]
[riders shrieking in background]
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[man muttering]
Bobby Pevensey!
Yes mate, how can I help?
I've lost my son.
Right, well, keep calm.
It happens all the time. We'll find him.
First thing we can do is make an announcement
over the tannoy, so if you give us a description or a name.
Is that meant to be some kinda joke?
I'm sorry?
I know you. Jamie spoke about you.
He looked up to ya.
He told me you didn't tolerate having druggies on your site.
You sometimes took the law into your own hands.
Ha, I think he was exaggerating.
My son's name was Brendan.
He was 22, 6'1", spoke with a slight stammer.
Call the police.
They found his body this morning.
There wasn't enough of him left for me to identify.
Did you know him?
I'm sorry, mate, no.
Tell me what happened to my son.
I don't know.
He used to hang around here, him and his druggie mates.
[Bobby groaning]
You need to steady down now, mate, okay?
What did you do to him?
What did you do to my son?
-Harris. -[police sirens blaring]
Harris, it's my dad. I need you to come and sort him out.
Listen, sir, I'm sorry for your loss, I really am.
But you've got the wrong man
and I really need you to calm down now.
[dramatic orchestra music]
I want you to tell me what happened to my son.
-Dad? -Just go home.
You've got the wrong man.
Well, do something, then.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
-[fist thudding] -[Buddy grunting]
-Whoa! -Excuse me.
Bobby, no!
-[Bobby groaning] -[fist pounding]
-[George grunting] -Hey, I need you
to stay calm.
I am calm.
-Mr. Haleford? -Is he all right?
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -Just walk away,
-Mr. Pevensey. -Mr. Haleford?
Come on, this way.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
So, what were you doing at the fairground, hmm?
I wanted to ask about Brendan.
Looked like you were trying to start a fight.
I'm not wanting to press charges.
Well, that's just as well.
You've got two witnesses sat here saw you throwing
the first punch.
You said you were looking at the Pevenseys.
I just wanted to ask that fairground owner
whether he knew Brendan.
And did he?
The holdall we found in your bin.
[intense ambient music]
Any idea who that belongs to?
-Holdall? -Mm.
What holdall?
We found a bag at your vicarage
that we believe contains Jamie's belongings.
How did that get there, hmm?
I've no idea what you're talking about.
You think I had something to do with what happened to Jamie?
[scoffs] I don't believe this.
I liked Jamie.
And I wouldn't ever hurt my own son.
I've spent the last year praying
for Brendan to come home, just...
And he's been lying there all this time on his own.
The holdall in your bin, George. Who does it belong to?
Like I said, I don't know.
I think I'd like to speak to my solicitor now, please.
[door creaking]
Sleep well?
[sighs] I don't even know why I'm still here.
Uh, you tried to break a vicar's nose.
Well, if a man can't take a punch, he shouldn't throw one.
Come on, you're free to go.
[footsteps pattering]
It's been a while since Morv collected me from the cells.
[chuckles] Whoever said romance is dead [chuckles]?
Sorry, love. Just saw red, you know?
It's all right. They're keen on getting us for something.
I had a call.
Er, yes. Thanks for coming in, love.
Do you wanna come up?
Have you made any arrests yet?
[sighs] It's, it's ongoing.
We found Jamie's fingerprints on these items.
Do you recognise any of them at all?
[plastic rustling]
I bought these for him for his last birthday,
just before he left home.
When he was little, he used to hate having his injections,
so I used to read to him, take his mind off it.
Where did you find all this?
Here. I'm sorry, love.
I can't tell you that yet.
But I'll make sure all his belongings are returned to ya.
[paper rustling]
We did find this in his wallet, hmm.
[solemn classical music]
Thank you.
Injections, insulin?
Yeah.
[dramatic orchestra music]
Where's his insulin?
Kenny, that caravan that Jamie shared with Harris Kirke.
Did you find any insulin medication in there?
Erm, oh yeah, yeah.
Erm, two boxes in the bathroom.
Yeah, did you ask Harris about that?
He said they were his.
Yeah, but did you check? Did you check [sighs]?
Kirke, K-I-R-K-E, okay. Thanks, love.
[phone clicking]
Harris Kirke has no need for insulin. It was Jamie's.
Now, why would that lad pack his bag
without the one thing he desperately needed?
Kirke packed that bag, to make it look like Jamie had left.
Now, wait 'til you see this.
I checked the names of boys in Brendan's year at school.
One name stands out.
Brendan went to school with Harris Kirke?
But Jodie gave Harris an alibi.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
Yeah, got it?
-[police siren chiming] -Aye, got it.
Won't be a minute.
Right, check out the caravan.
-Back so soon, eh? -We're looking for Harris.
We need to talk to him and your daughter.
Well, Harris should be over there packing up his ride.
Why do you need to speak to me daughter?
-Excuse me! -Look in the helter skelter.
No one, ma'am.
It's empty. All his gear's gone.
[Vera sighing]
[police chattering in background]
[hand rapping]
[door clicking]
[Bobby groaning]
You seen Jodie?
Er, yeah, her and Harris went
to the cash and carry earlier, why?
Their stuff's gone.
Perhaps they're at the house.
Right, I want an all-ports Jodie Pevensey
and Harris Kirke.
I want them found.
[intense ambient music]
[car door clicking]
-Come on! -I'm coming, I'm coming!
[keys jangling]
[police sirens blaring]
[tyres screeching]
Harris?
Don't do anything stupid.
I haven't done anything!
Really?
[Jodie breathing heavily]
[intense ambient music continues]
Now, when we showed you a photo of Brendan Haleford,
you denied ever having seen him before.
Yeah.
Only, according to your old secondary school
in Sunderland, you and he were in the same class.
-School? -Mm.
That was, like, eight years ago.
I don't remember everyone I went to school with.
But how did he end up here?
-I don't wanna look at that. -Did you bury Brendan here?
No, I had nothing to do with this.
Why were you both running away?
I don't know. We just wanted to be together.
[sighs] I'm sick of my mum trying to break us up.
Was that the only reason?
Yeah.
Does Harris love you?
Yeah, of course he does.
So you don't have any secrets?
No, none.
Good.
So, let's talk about what happened
to your old bunkmate Jamie Thorne.
I told you. I don't know anything about that.
Jodie told you where I was.
Oh, my mistake, pet, so she did. Sorry.
So let's go back to Brendan.
Here's what I think happened.
12th of April last year, Brendan storms out of his home
and lo and behold, he turns up at the funfair
and your paths crossed.
-No. -And on that same evening,
12th of April, you were admitted to Newcastle A&E
with a broken arm.
Yeah, so?
How'd you break your arm?
I fell over at the fairground.
Oh, only, funnily enough, 'round about the same time,
Brendan had his head caved in.
So did the pair of ya have a fight?
He turns up at the fairground.
You think he's gonna do your caravan over
and you whacked him one?
No!
So did you whack him a bit too hard?
-You killed him. -No.
You don't remember when Harris broke his arm?
Well, yeah, of course I do.
And what did he say happened?
Er, I can't remember.
I think he said him and his mate were messing about
on a ride and they fell off.
[intense ambient music]
That mate, was it him?
Don't know.
You panicked. You took him up to Lovers' Corner
and you buried him.
And what about Jodie, was she in on all this
-with ya? -No.
She had nothing to do with any of it.
Nothing to do with what, pet?
[intense ambient music]
[door creaking]
Hello? You've got my daughter, Jodie Pevensey.
I wanna see her. I need to speak to her now, please.
Brendan did come to the fair, but it wasn't like you said.
I'd not seen him since school.
We had a few beers, a bit of a smoke.
He asked if he could stay at mine.
Said he had a run in with his old man or summat.
He, er, he started climbing up one of the rides.
I climbed up after him.
It was raining and slippery and then...
[sighs] He fell first.
Took me down with him.
I hit the grass, broke my arm.
But Brendan hit the ride's platform.
He wasn't moving, he [sobs]...
Well, why didn't you shout for help?
You weren't responsible for what happened.
Why cover it up?
Did someone pressure you?
No, I just, I wasn't thinking.
I just, I panicked.
I thought no one had seen me with him,
so I just, I put his body in my car,
drove him up to Lovers' Corner and buried him there.
And, on Sunday, did you tell Jamie all this?
He came into the caravan. I'd had a few.
He started asking about the crucifix
I had hanging above me bed.
It wasn't mine. It was Brendan's.
I took it off his body, not to steal it, just...
I dunno, to remember him.
[sighs] And Jamie said how he wanted one for himself.
So I gave it to him.
And he was, he was so pleased.
Then it all just started pouring out.
I told him everything.
Oh, and then what?
You sobered up
and realised you shouldn't have told him anything?
Jamie didn't deserve any of this.
Well, we can agree on that, at least.
There's just one thing bothers me about all this.
When Brendan died, and I believe you about that,
you carried his body to your car.
You drove up to Lovers' Corner and you buried him.
Is that right?
How'd you do all that with a broken arm?
[dramatic ambient music]
[footsteps thudding]
[door clicking]
We may need to call you back in.
You all right? Oh, thank God.
Do you know anything about Harris?
I think he's still in there.
Mr. Pevensey! I'm sorry, love.
When Harris broke his arm last April,
how'd he get to hospital?
Hang on, why are you asking him?
Did you drive him, love?
-No. -Then who did?
Well, he knocked on our door, said he'd had an accident,
so Morven drove him in.
And Tuesday morning, did you see your wife
on Tuesday morning?
I was at the site office. She was around.
Did you see her?
[dramatic orchestra music]
Mrs. Pevensey, you and Harris,
oh, you share quite the secret, don't ya?
We'd like to ask you some questions.
About?
I think you'd better talk to them, love.
After you, pet.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
We know Harris had an accomplice the night Brendan died.
Now, if it wasn't you, who was it?
Or, have we got this all wrong and Harris really
is the world's best one-armed grave-digger?
I took Harris to the hospital that night. That's all.
Didn't see Brendan's body lying around anywhere, no?
Did Harris tell ya anything?
Look, if you don't start talking soon, pet,
I'm gonna take your lovely fairground apart piece by piece,
and then your house and then your car,
until I find something.
And then I'm gonna bring your daughter back in
and then your husband,
and I won't stop until I can tell Reverend Haleford
and Grace Marsh what happened to their lads.
[dramatic orchestra music]
No? All right!
The night that Brendan died, Harris came to see me.
He was a mess and he said that,
that him and his mate had been climbing the Tower Drop.
So I followed him
and there was this body,
covered in blood.
I knew that there was nothing we could do for him.
Harris swore that it was an accident.
But I knew what it looked like
and what it could do for our reputation.
Mm, the fairground's finances a year ago
were in a pretty sorry state.
So I completely understand why you wouldn't want news
of a fatal accident getting out to scupper things further.
So instead of calling an ambulance or the police,
you wrapped this lad's body in bin bags
and slung him in an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere,
then came back as if nothing had happened.
No, it wasn't like that.
Roll up, roll up!
The show must go on and it did.
So, jump to a year later, hmm?
When poor young Jamie finds out what happened to Brendan.
'Cause Harris can't keep his mouth shut.
Am I right?
He came to the office to tell us
what Harris had said to him.
Jamie said that he had to do the right thing.
He had to tell the police.
That reverend's small act of kindness
in giving this lad shelter over Christmas.
So Jamie felt he owed him.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
So I said I'd help him.
I asked Jamie to, to show me where Harris had said
that the body was.
Even though you knew.
When I got there, I realised what it all looked like.
That I'd, I'd buried that lad
and nobody'd forgive me for that.
Well, certainly not the lad's family.
So instead of handing Jamie the shovel,
you hit him over the head with it.
[sniffles] It just happened.
Twice, you hit him twice.
It wasn't planned.
-I didn't think about it. -So how come
you had the bin bags and the gaffer tape with you, pet, hmm?
Oh, I can see now why you didn't want Harris
with your daughter.
He knew what you'd done,
only a matter of time before he blabbed it to her, an' all.
But do you know what?
Harris was willing to take the blame for Jamie's murder
just so the love of his life wouldn't lose her mam.
Bobby always says that the two most important things
are the business and our family.
All I was doing was trying to protect them both.
Oh, well, that's very noble.
Is that what you were doing when you put Jamie's bag
in Reverend Haleford's bin?
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
Charge her.
Morven Pevensey, you're under arrest
for the murder of Jamie Thorne
and for conspiring to conceal the death of Brendan Haleford.
[dramatic orchestra music continues]
[door clanking]
Ma'am, the verdict's in on Bethany's inquest.
The coroner's ruled unlawful killing.
[sighs heavily] And were there comments?
Will we be taking learnings from this?
The only comment was they're giving her the bravery award.
-[soft piano music] -[sighs] Now, that is right.
They don't often get it right, but that is right.
Yeah, I'd say so.
Worth raising a glass to, innit? Aye, what do we reckon?
Yeah, that's a good idea. You lot go down.
I'll finish up here and erm, here you are.
Er, Aiden, give me a tenner.
[note rustling]
Here you are.
Stick this behind the bar. Go on!
Well, come on. Come down yourself.
Hands up all those who want
the boss down the pub with them.
[chuckles] Go on.
[mellow orchestra music]
First round on the gaffer, eh?
[Mark chuckling]
[dramatic orchestra music]
[alcohol splashing]
[hand rapping]
Caught me.
I'll turn a blind eye.
[Vera chuckling]
We ended up in The Dragon-
Mm.
And I thought, well, she might be an antisocial cow,
but no one deserves to miss out on prawn toast.
[container shuffling]
Go on, then, you've twisted me arm.
Hand that mug over.
[mug clanking]
-Go on. -[alcohol splashing]
Get that down you.
I won't tell your missus.
[mellow orchestra music]
[bright orchestra music]
[cheerful ambient music]