[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
-[DEVINA PANTING] -HELEN: Stop! Police!
Stop!
-MICKEY: Let me tase her. -No!
-Let me tase her! -No!
[MICKEY GRUNTS]
HELEN: Stop! Stop!
Oh, thank God for that.
-MICKEY: One move and you're down! -No, no, please don't!
How many times, Devina?
How many times do I have to tell you I hate giving chase?
Bloody hell, look at state of me.
I'm knackered, I've sweat dripping,
I'm gonna be uncomfortable for the whole bloody day, now.
-[PANTING] -Please, Helen.
Look, I'm asking you, right? Woman to woman, yeah?
Just one more chance, please. Please, Helen.
[SIGHS]
You know, Devina, the drug dealing I can handle.
The lies.
God, even using your own children to deliver the gear.
It's all just what I've come to expect.
[PANTING]
You know the thing that really pisses me off?
Is that despite all these ill-earned gains,
you are still, still claiming benefits.
[EXHALES]
Which means mugs like me are paying for the privilege
of chasing you round the bleeding streets.
[GROANS]
Leave her, leave her, leave her! [GASPS]
Leave her! Just come back! [GROANS]
[GASPS]
No. Get... Get the car. Get the car, now!
Oh, shit.
[SIREN WAILING]
God, is this the fastest you can go?
-Oh, God. -It was only a punch. Why is it...
I'm pregnant, OK?
And you, you tell no one, Mickey.
I haven't even told Paul yet.
Is it OK?
Is it all right?
[HEARTBEAT ON SONOGRAM]
Heartbeat.
He's fine.
Or... Or she. [CHUCKLES]
Let me check around a bit,
but I think everything looks perfectly normal.
WOMAN: [ON TV] ...warnings remain in place
across the region as torrential rain...
Helen.
Didn't know who else to call.
Is everything OK?
Yes, fine.
[SNIFFS] It's fine.
But I reckon my days on the street are over for a while.
-Yeah. -[CHUCKLES]
Police in Polesford are continuing...
Oh God, have you seen this?
...schoolgirls Poppy Johnston and Abigail Toms.
Abigail went missing three weeks ago,
and Poppy was last seen getting into a car yesterday.
Dave Guest is there for us...
So weird to see Polesford all over the news.
It's awful.
I spoke to Dad. He said the place is crawling with press.
Really?
The police have mounted an intensive search of open ground in this area,
although their efforts are being hampered by extensive flooding.
It's been raining intensively here for over three weeks.
So, tonight, with two girls still missing,
the tension here is palpable.
This is a community in shock.
-Paul? -PAUL: In the bathroom.
I need to talk to you.
Well, I won't be a sec.
[TOILET FLUSHING]
I'm pregnant.
Are you serious?
[LAUGHS]
[HELEN LAUGHS]
-Oh, Helen! -[LAUGHS]
Hey...
-Have you washed your hands? -No.
Can I have another kiss? [CHUCKLES]
MAN: [ON TV] Police in Polesford are continuing their search...
Hey, so I know we're not out out of the woods yet,
but can I tell my mum?
She'll be like... God, it'll make her year. It'll make her decade.
...getting into a car yesterday...
[SIGHS] God, this is what we've got to look forward to.
Twenty years of fear.
Come on, you know how rare this stuff is.
I mean, I've dealt with child killers.
It's always someone known to them.
Mmm. Better keep an eye on your Ian, then.
[LAUGHS]
...police have been draughted in...
Shall I open this?
Er, wine?
Really?
One glass.
Everyone knows that's OK.
[SIGHS]
...torrential rain, and extensive flooding in the area.
[GROANS] God. What have I done?
[SCOFFS] I'm a copper.
I can't see myself sitting in cafés with my tits out all day.
Oh, Helen, it will be great.
I'll take some time off. We'll just hang out, three of us.
Come on, I mean you can't say things have been easy lately, yeah?
We've hardly seen each other.
Hmm. That's why coppers get together, isn't it?
-So they don't have to. -[CHUCKLES]
Is there any more news
on the man they've brought in for questioning?
REPORTER: [ON TV] Sources close to the inquiry have told us
that that man is Stephen Bates, a resident of Polesford.
37-year-old Bates...
-Shit. -What?
Suspect's wife, I know her.
...and is well-known in the community.
Linda Jackson. That's what she used to be called.
...Tim Cornish is refusing to deny all...
She was my best friend.
...identity of the man currently in custody.
However, he stated the investigation has taken a stride forward and has...
Helen, there's an investigation team in place.
They're not gonna want you barging in there.
But I've got specialist knowledge of the area,
and the suspect's wife is a childhood friend.
I'm sorry. Can't allow it.
OK.
Well, erm, there is another issue. Er...
[HELEN CLEARS THROAT]
Pregnant.
I haven't been feeling very well recently,
so I'd like to request a week's leave. Starting today.
Well, congratulations.
I'm... I'm gonna have to go to Polesford, obviously.
-Mmm-hmm. -Tell my father the good news.
All right, I'll get them to endorse access to Linda Bates,
but no stepping on anyone's toes.
Understand?
Helen...
Yeah, I understand.
-What are you doing? -I'm coming with you.
-No. -Helen, you're pregnant.
You've got hormones raging around your body.
Oh, which makes that a very brave sentence.
Seriously, Paul, I don't... I don't need you there.
You know, the whole time I've known you, it's been, "I hate the place.
"Reminds me of my mum dying." And then, all of a sudden,
you wanna go back.
-Yeah, well she was my best friend. -When's the last time you saw her?
I've never even heard you mention her.
I need to help her.
Fine, then you can see it as a mini break.
What, at my dad's, during a manhunt?
Got a funny idea of a holiday.
[ENGINE STARTING]
You OK?
Should we go straight to your dad's?
No, let's, er...
Let's go see where they moved Linda to, first.
Detective Weeks and Hopkins. I've got authorisation.
[REPORTERS CLAMOURING]
[CAMERAS CLICKING]
I'm Helen Weeks, an old friend of Linda Jackson, er, Bates.
DC Sophie Carson.
-And this is Detective Hopkins. -Hi.
-Just you. -What?
Oh, fine. I'll... I'll go for a walk.
Take in the sights.
I'll let her know you're here.
Linda, you've got a visitor.
Helen Weeks.
Oh.
Hello.
He didn't take them girls, you know. They get it wrong.
Don't they?
You know, sometimes they make mistakes.
[SIGHS]
You stopped returning Christmas cards.
[HELEN SIGHS]
Sorry.
My career...
It sort of becomes all-consuming.
[MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS]
-We had a school reunion last year. -Yeah?
Yeah, it was a laugh, what with all the old faces.
-You all right? -Hey.
That's Charli.
How's your sister?
Oh, she's... She's fine.
She's married, and she's got a couple of kids.
Just found out I'm pregnant.
Left it late.
Yeah. Yeah, suppose I did.
You'll love it.
Will I? [CHUCKLES]
I don't know.
How about you? You and Stephen, how long have you been married?
Five years.
He's not from around here.
Danny and Charli aren't his.
Danny?
My youngest. He's upstairs. He refuses to come down.
And yeah, Steve's great with 'em.
Like they're his own. Seeing how it's so bloody obvious
what you're thinking.
Everyone else is.
Paul Hopkins,
-the one and only. -Long time since Hendon.
-Yeah. Good to see you, man. -And you.
I didn't realise you'd ended up round these parts.
Yeah, this is temporary.
Still, big fish in a small pond, eh?
-And you, Manchester? -Yeah, yeah, for my sins.
Mmm, cool. Good.
So, erm, what can I do for you?
[CHUCKLES] Well, nothing really.
My girlfriend's down visiting her father.
I thought I'd come and see how the search was going.
Your girlfriend being Helen Weeks?
I was the one that gave her the nod to talk to Linda.
-Oh. -Truth? It's been a bloody nightmare.
Flooding means we can't search as thoroughly.
River's moving so fast, it's too hard for the divers.
Is that where you think they are? In the river?
It would be the most obvious thing.
It's swelling so fast, they'd be gone like that.
Mmm.
When it comes to getting rid of bodies, this weather is pretty useful.
-Bodies? Could still be alive. -Two girls?
[SCOFFS] One missing over three weeks.
-What do you think? -Mmm.
So, er... Well, what's Bates saying?
He's saying he picked up Poppy
when she was on her way to a night out in Tillworth.
So, I mean, he's not denying picking her up.
He can't, 'cause we've got witnesses.
-He's denying killing her. -Mmm.
What about the first girl?
Well, he claims he never picked her up. We're checking his car now.
-Maybe we'll find something. -Mmm.
Mate... listen.
If you can get me a strand of hair right now,
I'll go straight and charge that smug prick.
-Smug? -Yeah, he's got one of them faces.
[CHUCKLES] Right. Well, listen, I'll get out of your way.
All right, mate. Take care.
-Make the most of your time, man. -Mmm-hmm.
Go to the model village, if it's not under a foot of water.
I'll go and add a load of very little policemen, make it realistic.
-[CHUCKLES] See you, mate. -Yeah, see you later.
[PAUL LAUGHS]
Hi.
-Hey! -Hi.
[LAUGHS] Come in, it's soaking.
-Hey, Robert. How are you? -Good to see you.
Hey, beauty! What's your name? Aw.
[CHUCKLES]
Syd, this is Paul. You met briefly at that golfing thing.
-Hey, mate. Good to see you again. -And you. Welcome.
-Hiya, Syd. -Long time.
Thought you'd be earlier.
-No, I had to go and see Linda. -Ah.
This is what it takes to get her to come home, you know?
-Crime scene. -[SYD CHUCKLES]
It's terrible, isn't it?
She was her best friend, has she told you?
PAUL: Yeah. Yeah, she did.
I'm not saying he's guilty, but, er...
He once knocked a parcel clean out my hand in the post office.
Never apologised.
-Oh, well... -[CHUCKLES]
-[WHISPERING] Send him down. -[LAUGHING]
No, actually there's, er, there's another reason.
We've, er, we've got some news for you.
Oh, my God. You're not...
Yeah.
We're gonna be granddads.
-Come here! -[CHUCKLING]
SYD: Congratulations.
ROBERT: And you. Well done, mate.
PAUL: Thanks, Robert.
Hey, come on. Come through.
-Tea for four? -Yeah.
-HELEN: Love that. -Come on. Hey, buddy.
Oh, well!
No ensuite,
the furniture's seen better days, and do you call that a king size?
I'm gonna have to badmouth them on TripAdvisor.
You OK?
Yeah.
It's just weird being back.
You know, seeing Linda.
This room.
You know, you tell people that you're pregnant,
and they're all like, "Oh, wow! Fantastic!
"Oh my, God. You're gonna be amazing!"
[CHUCKLES]
-What if I'm not? -[SCOFFS]
I can't see myself in elasticated jeans, wiping arses.
-[LAUGHS] -What? [LAUGHS]
Wait here.
Now, imagine we have one who looks like her.
Well, now she's cute. You wouldn't mind that face looking up at you.
I'm gonna remind you of that
when she needs feeding at 4:00 in the morning.
PAUL: You were a cute kid.
I'm excited, Helen.
This is a new start for us.
-[CHUCKLES] -I love you.
I love you.
Hey. Turn the TV on.
Huh?
REPORTER: [ON TV] Police won't yet confirm if the body is that
of either of the missing schoolgirls, Poppy Johnston or Abigail Toms.
What they will say is that a body,
believed to be that of a young white female,
has been discovered in nearby woodland.
-ROBERT: Think of them poor parents. -HELEN: It's awful.
[MOBILE RINGING]
...Poppy was last seen on the 6th of April.
-Hello? -LINDA: Helen, it's me.
They're taking me in for questioning.
Would you come with me, please?
Yeah, of course I will. Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.
...fire services and local residents have scoured...
It's Linda. They're taking her in for questioning. I've got to go.
The discovery of the body is a gruesome development
in a case which has so shocked this...
Linda, as you're probably aware, a body was discovered
early this morning in woodlands to the west of the town.
Which is it? Abby or Poppy?
Well, there's no formal identification as yet, but I can say with certainty
it is the body of Abigail Toms.
[EXHALES]
Did you know her?
I knew who she was, er, you know,
-but I didn't know her. -What about Steve?
Same.
She ever been in his car?
Not that I know of. I...
All right.
Well, that's what he told us.
Your husband said that Abigail had never been in his car.
I'm afraid to say that he wasn't telling the truth.
Forensic tests prove beyond a doubt that she has.
[STAMMERING] There must be some kind of mistake.
Your husband smokes Marlboro Lights, doesn't he?
-Yeah, so? -We found a cigarette end with the body.
Caught in plastic.
LINDA: [STUTTERS] What plastic?
Abigail's body was wrapped up in plastic, in bin bags.
-So? -It was a Marlboro Light.
DNA results are in today.
By this afternoon.
Well, I know your husband's DNA will be all over it.
No, that's not possible.
You don't have to do this.
Do what?
Say what you think you should. To protect him.
I'm not! Helen, can you say something?
Look, I'm running this investigation, not her.
Please direct all your answers to me, OK?
What they mean is...
that if you can think of anything that might help,
right now is the time to speak up.
TIM: Do you know that we took your husband's computer from your house?
Yes.
TIM: And we found some stuff on the hard drive
that we deem to be quite significant.
Like what?
Porn?
Let's just say it was, er, age-specific.
LINDA: Hmm.
[SNIFFS]
All right, so he was looking at porn. Don't you, Detective?
This doesn't...
[INHALES] This is fantasy. All right...
Who hasn't watched porn? Who?
I know I have. What...
Does... Does that make me a murderer, does it, Detective?
Poppy Johnston.
The night she went missing, Stephen was watching porn.
Now, he says he was at a pub in Atherstone.
But computer records show that he was at home
watching some of this stuff here.
Can you explain that?
Whatever happens, Linda, you still have Danny and Charli.
Now, you need to think about your lives together.
Your life without Stephen.
[CAMERAS CLICKING]
[REPORTERS CLAMOURING]
All right. Get back, please.
Get back.
Go on, get back.
LINDA: See them bastards out there?
Twenty, thirty journalists, all wanting a piece of us.
This is how innocent people get treated.
Have you seen the photo they're using of him?
They're painting him like a murderer.
It's been a tiring day.
Don't you think you should have a rest? You know, I'll...
I'll run a bath or something. I'll make you a cup of...
Offer me tea and I'll take your head off!
You were no use in there.
[SNIFFING] Letting him say whatever he wanted.
This isn't my case.
I told you, Linda.
I'm here as a friend.
You think I'm kidding myself about Steve, don't you?
Ignoring what's staring me in the face.
-I've no idea. -Yeah, well I do, because I know him.
I've lived with him, I've held him, I've had him inside me,
and that is not a man that hurts young girls.
I wanna help you.
[LINDA SNIFFS]
[GASPS] Hey.
You all right?
Could they not have put us in a hotel?
This place stinks of dogs, man. [SNIFFS]
Huh.
You, er, you and your sister want anything?
I could get you some food.
Mmm.
Chips.
Chips and rice.
Chips, and rice, and veg?
Tomato sauce.
All right. Coming up.
How is she?
She's doing cartwheels.
Yeah, well... [SNIFFS]
What? She deserves to feel like shit?
She tell you anything?
Yeah, she did, actually.
She knows where the other girl's body is.
They were on it together. Some weird, sexual thing.
You know?
After they killed them, they shagged each other's brains out.
Fucking hell.
Look, professionally speaking, this is none of your business.
One call, I can have you thrown out of here.
All right, fine. But you just remember this,
that whatever that twat she's married to has done,
and it might be nothing, she has done nothing wrong.
-You sure about that? -Yeah.
-Because you're old school friends? -No, because I'm good at my job.
Oh, God.
Bloody TVs in pubs.
Er, I'm sorry, excuse me, have you got a table for two?
Oh, er, 10 minutes?
If you wanna wait, you can get a drink at the bar.
Yeah, fine.
I was wondering about heading back home.
I mean, there's nothing else we can do here.
No. No, not yet.
I mean, you can go back if you want, but I've got to stay for Linda.
Helen! Helen Weeks?
-It's me! -Oh, my God!
Don't tell me you don't remember.
No, of course I do.
Paula Days. Your Jenny's mate.
Yeah, I know, I know.
-[SQUEALS] -[LAUGHING]
[MOUTHING]
PAULA: Fancy seeing you here.
-Days and Weeks, back together. -[LAUGHS]
I looked for you a few times on Facebook. Are you not on it?
-No. -Oh, you should. It's a laugh.
Your Jenny's looking well, under all the tiredness. [CHUCKLES]
-Is this your fella? -Oh, yes. Sorry. This is Paul.
Pleased to meet you.
Mmm. Copper, is he?
Well, it's the face, apparently.
Yeah. Place is swarming with them.
Yeah. We both are, actually.
No way! You, filth?
No offence. [LAUGHS]
Er, so what do you do?
I'm a nurse.
What a right load of do-gooders we are.
[LAUGHING]
-[GRUNTS] -Hey, Gav! [LAUGHS]
Still waiting for a bloody table.
-Er, this is Helen, a mate from school. -Hi.
-This is her fella, Paul. -You all right, mate?
This is Gavin, local sex god.
At your service.
-How's it been? -Bloody mental.
Haven't stopped since lunch.
-He's a cabby. -Oh, right.
It's crazy, mate, I'm telling you. It's like the circus has come to town.
Mind you, I'm not complaining. It all helps to pay for my sweetheart.
-Aw. -It's not me.
He means his four-by-four.
-[LAUGHS] -I swear to God.
He'd shag that thing if it wasn't illegal.
Oh, well, I'm not sure it is illegal.
Might be. In public.
Coppers.
Better check my road tax is up to date, then. Trevor!
Er, a pint of lager, and a snakebite and black when you're ready, mate.
Erm, are you OK?
-What can I get you? -Oh, er, half a lager.
A pint of Guinness, thanks.
A pint of Guinness and half a lager as well, please, mate.
So, you here for the murders?
Keep your voice down.
He knows Stephen Bates, don't you?
And do you think he did it?
Not a clue. I mean, either way, it wouldn't surprise me.
You know, who knows what goes on up there?
I mean, no one really knows anyone, do they?
WAITRESS: Table's ready. PAULA: Oh!
-Can you make it for four? -Oh, no, no, no. We couldn't.
I insist. I wanna hear all the gossip about Jenny.
[LAUGHING]
Are you... Are you sure?
PAULA: Yes!
OK, fine. Yeah, you go. I'll get these in.
Oh, fantastic! A cop with his hand in his pocket.
Someone take a photograph.
[PAULA LAUGHS]
-[CLEARS THROAT] -Oh, God. [CHUCKLES]
-[WHISPERING] Helen. Come on. -What? I...
[CLEARS THROAT]
-PAUL: [LAUGHING] After you! -Oh, thank you! [LAUGHS]
-He's all right. -Yeah.
-Eleven weeks? -Yeah.
-So that's what? -Oh, it's October.
[GASPS] Wow! Autumn baby.
-Are you excited? -Oh, definitely. Can't wait.
Yeah. Colic, nappy rash, six hours to leave the house,
every possession we've got covered in snot and baby food.
-I can't wait. -[LAUGHS]
You'll need a bigger motor.
Oh, here he goes.
Are you gonna recommend a four-by-four?
Right. She takes the piss, but they are the best car you can buy.
I've been doing runs down to the lower villages,
and they are perfect in the flooding. Sails like a yacht.
PAULA: Amount of water down there, you'd need a yacht. [LAUGHS]
So what you doing tomorrow?
-Oh. -Uh...
-Don't know. Lazy day, maybe. -Yeah.
-Spot of surfing? -[CHUCKLES]
Why don't you come over?
We'll do brunch.
I'll dig out all the old photos.
We'll give these two a laugh at our hairstyles.
Oh, that is lovely, Paula, but we might just chill out.
-PAUL: Mmm. -Go and see Linda again.
-Oh right, yeah. OK. -Maybe another day.
Yeah, yeah.
I mean, I'm being pushy, anyway,
-because we weren't even friends. -[CHUCKLES]
I mean, you weren't even that nice to me.
What? I'm sorry?
You and Linda.
I don't know. I think it was because we were two years younger than you,
me and Jenny,
but you didn't really want us around.
Paula, that...
-That's not true. -Yeah.
Come on, always trying to get rid of us.
You used to bully us quite a bit.
Bully you?
Paula.
Don't pretend you don't remember.
But... If I did, Paula, I'm sorry.
Mmm-hmm.
Long time ago, now.
No, I think it's lovely.
You know, that you've come back for Linda at a time like this.
Hey.
Hey, you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Well, I never had you down as a school bully.
-I wasn't. -I'd better watch me step. [LAUGHS]
No, she's full of shit.
All right, we might not have wanted her and Jenny around,
but God, we never hurt them.
[MOBILE RINGING]
-Who's that? -It's no one. It was just work.
ADAM: [ON VOICEMAIL] Helen, I need to speak to you.
Call me as soon as you can.
I'm helping DI Cornish.
OK, ma'am. Go ahead.
Anything interesting?
DI Helen Weeks.
-Manchester? -Been seconded.
Interesting stuff's already gone to the lab. We're just tidying up.
What stuff?
Fag end they got very excited about. Under the body.
Who found it, the body?
An old man, walking his dog. Same old story.
The dog did most of the digging for us. It's not very deep.
What state was it in?
The dog? Traumatised. It was his first dead human.
She's been in there a while.
Burst open, so it's all a bit insect-y. There's photos.
Yeah, not pretty.
No, erm... [CLEARS THROAT]
I'm pregnant. It's... It's morning sickness.
Whatever you say.
The body's burned.
By the looks.
Pretty stinky.
Well, there goes the killer's DNA.
It's probably why he did it.
Thanks very much.
Fucking hell. [MUTTERS]
[GRUNTS]
[URINATING]
-[WHIMPERING] -Piss off.
Sod off. Sod...
Piss off. Sod off.
[DOG BARKING]
MAN: Shh.
Morning, kind of.
-Morning. -[SIGHS]
Big, er, dog-walking area this, is it?
-These woods? -Yeah, everyone comes here.
Or they used to before, er...
Yeah. Yeah.
The dogs love it.
OK, well... Have a good walk.
Thanks. And, er, don't worry. I didn't see anything.
[DOG WHINES]
[DOG BARKS]
Is she all right? Helen?
Yeah, she's fine. I think the pregnancy took her by surprise.
It wasn't like we were trying.
-But you're both happy about it? -I am. Definitely.
And Helen?
Well, you know Helen. She's so driven.
I think she's worried about spending too much time away from it all.
[ROBERT CHUCKLES]
Or maybe she's scared about how much she'll love it.
PAUL: Hmm.
-Why does she never come back? -[SCOFFS]
I mean, I know she says it's to do with her mum, but...
I don't know. She had tough teen years.
Moody.
Helen always had...
big ambitions.
I think this place represents everything she didn't want for her life.
Her biggest fear was becoming someone like Linda.
Either that, or she's ashamed her old dad's found love again.
-Oh, hardly. -[CHUCKLES]
It's time I was getting back. You coming?
No, no. I think I'm, er, I'm gonna head into town
and get a cup of tea or something.
Something? Is it that time already?
-Yeah. See ya. -See you in a bit.
Come on.
Come on, lad. Let's go home.
[INDICATOR CLICKING]
Hello?
[BRANCH CRACKING]
Hello?
[GASPS]
[HELEN GASPS]
[RUSTLING]
[GROANS]
[PANTING]
-HELEN: Gavin? -[ENGINE STARTING]
[TYRES SQUEALING]
[BELL TOLLING]
Do you mind if I breathe in some real smoke?
-Packed it in? -Yeah, sort of.
That one kills you, apparently.
Hey, you got to die of something.
I'm Paul.
Shelley.
-Just Shelley? -That's what they call me.
I love to read it. Write a bit, too.
Ah, poetry-writing chef.
I'm a copper, before you ask.
Whatever floats your boat.
Oh.
-Well, I'll, er, I'll leave you to it... -Yeah, that's a good idea. Yeah.
-Hello, you. -Hiya.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
-PAUL: Hey! -Hey.
-What are you having? -Er, just an orange.
And an orange juice, please.
-How's it going? -Yeah.
Oh. Helen, this is Trevor.
-It's my name over the door. -Oh.
So, let me guess, coppers?
Have I got a sign on me face or something?
[CHUCKLES] They say the gays have a radar for each other.
I think coppers do.
I'm ex-force.
-Oh. -Thirty years' service.
Oh, well we're... We're just on holiday.
I heard he drank in here, Bates.
-I thought you were on holiday. -[CHUCKLES]
He's a normal bloke, is Stephen.
He's got some funny politics. A bit towards the left for my liking.
That's not a crime, is it?
So the girl was in his car...
Doesn't prove much, small town like this.
-People give each other lifts. -MAN: My boy goes to St Mary's,
-I've had both those girls in my car. -So have I, many a time.
Lovely girl, that Abigail. Not like some of them.
I mean, she liked to drink and she had one of them stupid tattoos,
they all have them.
Huge rose. That's like goody two shoes around here.
MAN: All right, Bob?
Oh, here we go, the entertainment's arrived.
Pint of best.
Afternoon, Bob. [LAUGHS]
Bob was in here the other week
shouting about how someone had been on his farm in the middle of the night,
and, what was it, nicked some piglet?
-[MIMICS PIG SQUEALING] -[TREVOR LAUGHING]
Accusing all and bloody sundry, weren't you, Bob?
-Aye, well some bastard took him. -Giving me the third degree.
Seeing if I had spare ribs on the menu.
-[CHUCKLES] -BOB: Aye.
And I'm still bloody watching you.
And you.
And you wonder why I never come back.
Breaking news tonight, Polesford resident Stephen Bates
has been charged with the murder of teenager Abigail Toms.
Abigail's burnt remains were discovered in woodland yesterday.
Poppy Johnston is still missing.
37-year-old Bates will appear in East Midlands magistrates' court tomorrow.
I don't think he killed those girls.
-Just something doesn't feel right. -Look, Hels,
do you not think you're getting too close to this?
-I mean, I know she's an old friend... -Up until a few weeks ago,
he was a normal family man.
Hard-working. No one ever had a bad word.
And then suddenly, he decides to pick up young girls and murder them?
It happens. You know it happens.
Could have been in his mind for years.
Like that dick Gavin Sweeney said, everybody's got secrets.
You OK?
I need to speak to your mate Cornish, first thing.
Ah, the famous Helen Weeks.
-Nice suit. -I'm in court later.
It's only a first hearing.
You should see what I got for the trial.
So, erm, you guys here to congratulate me on nailing my man?
It's a bit early for that, isn't it?
No, we've, er, we've got a stupid question for you.
Oh, you have or she has?
We were wondering when the last time the woods were searched,
when the body was found.
You mean the last time the woods were searched
-before the body was found, yeah? -HELEN: Mmm-hmm.
I'd need to check to be absolutely sure,
and the search was a bit of a nightmare because of the floods.
Well, the woods weren't flooded. They never get flooded.
I'm talking about the organisational side of it. [SIGHS]
Oh.
I need to check. Why?
Well, I was down there yesterday.
-Out having a stroll, was you? -That place is a dog walker's heaven,
morning, noon, and night.
So, why did it take till yesterday for one of them to find her?
Look, I'm not being funny here,
but you might have to put this one down to chance, OK? It happens.
How can she have been down there that long, though?
The only thing we can be certain of
is that she was buried before we nicked Bates.
Other than that, we can't be certain how long she was there, can we?
You guys trying to ruin my party?
Look, I gather she was in quite a state, yeah?
-Burned. -Well, not completely.
Enough to get rid of DNA.
Obviously, Bates knew what he was doing.
Did he? But why did he leave behind a fag end?
It's always the little things.
I appreciate that you have a vested interest, Helen.
I understand that, you know, you have a really close relationship...
Oh, no, we're not close.
But in case you've forgotten, you're supposed to be on our side.
What side? I thought we were about
finding the right person.
-And we have. -Have you?
I heard you're pregnant.
Congratulations.
Now, if you're anything like my missus,
right now, you'd probably be getting a little overemotional.
-What the fuck? -Apologise.
-I beg your pardon? -I said, "Apologise."
-No, it's fine. -No. No, it's not.
We're all coppers and we don't talk to each other like that. Apologise.
Paul, I invited her onto this case,
-I extended my hand of friendship... -Tim, apologise.
I'm sorry.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
HELEN: What about time of death?
SOCO said the body was full of insects, burst open.
So, she would have been dead for weeks.
-Looks like it. -HELEN: Looks?
Look, I'm not an idiot. All right?
I do understand that she was dead before she went in the bag,
and before the bag went in the hole.
Blowflies don't burrow down into the soil two feet
to infest a body, do they?
No, so what did he do with the body after he killed her?
He likes teen porn. He picked up Poppy in his car.
We have a DNA match.
It's not gonna take a jury long, is it?
-See ya. -[PAUL SCOFFS]
-Prick. -Yeah, you said it.
[WHISPERING] Look, I do not need you standing up for me like that.
What?
All rise.
[DOOR CLOSING]
Bring Stephen Bates to the dock.
CLERK: Please confirm your name, address, and date of birth.
Stephen Alan Bates.
31 Thornhill Road, Polesford...
CLERK: Sorry, could you speak up, please?
Stephen Alan Bates. 31 Thornhill Road,
Polesford, Derbyshire.
30th November, 1978.
CLERK: You're charged with the offence of murder,
and that on a day between the 16th day of March
and the seventh day of April, 2016, you murdered Abigail Toms
which is contrary to common law.
You're also charged with two counts of kidnapping
of Abigail Toms and Poppy Johnston.
Do you want to indicate your plea today?
Not guilty.
There will be no application for bail out of concern for my client's safety.
These charges are so serious, I'm sending the case to Derby Crown Court.
Your case will be listed in two days from today,
for a bail hearing before the Crown Court,
when a date will be fixed for the preliminary hearing.
Take him down.
-Phil, it's me. -PHIL: [ON MOBILE] Paul.
How's the holiday in murder town?
PAUL: Oh, it's fine for me. I think Helen's finding it hard, though.
Yes, well,
going home does strange things to people.
Yeah. Listen, er, that info I sent you, did you get a chance to take a look?
PHIL: Certainly did. PAUL: And?
Look, dogs aren't always the most reliable creatures, Paul.
No, but they're pretty good at finding bodies.
-The smell, or whatever. -[CHUCKLES] Not all of them.
My golden lab sits there all day barking at clouds.
He eats cat shit like it's tapas.
Look, Paul, they have DNA, they have witnesses!
It doesn't feel right, though.
SOCO said the body was barely in the ground
not very deep, and yet no one found it?
-That whole time? -Want to know what I think?
Your killer,
he set fire to the body.
Out with the old Swan Vestas and up it goes, whoosh!
But then, he rushed back over
and put out the fire before the body's completely burned.
Maybe I'm going nowhere with this,
and maybe he just couldn't bear to see her all burned up like that.
But maybe, maybe it was something different.
Perhaps he loved her.
But, as I say, I could be talking out of my arse.
Er, no, no. Thanks, Phil. That's, er, that's really helpful.
[REPORTERS CLAMOURING]
OFFICER: Stand back. Just stand back.
[CAMERAS CLICKING]
Tensions have been rising on this estate ever since these two girls disappeared.
Now, Linda Bates has returned home,
having seen her husband, Stephen, in court,
charged with the murder of Abigail Toms.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
[MOBILE RINGING]
-I'm sorry, I need to take this. -Yeah, it's all right.
-Are you OK? -Tickety-boo.
Hello, sir.
JACK: Helen, what the hell are you playing at?
Oh, well, it's nice to hear from you too, sir.
Don't mess me around.
You're on my screen, on my news feed,
side by side with the killer's wife.
-Yeah, well, I can explain, sir... -I don't care.
This is high-profile. This isn't coming just from me.
Helen, I'm saying this as a friend.
Move yourself away from it.
[SNIFFS]
You all right?
Do you ever think about what happened all them years ago?
Every fucking day.
Adam...
You should know better than to tell Mickey anything.
So...
Is it mine?
[SIGHS]
[FLIES BUZZING]
Stephen Bates has persistently refused to tell police where our daughter is.
She has been missing for five days now, and we are desperate to hear from her.
SOPHIE: Still think he didn't do it?
I admit it doesn't exactly scream innocence.
-What is this place? -Hell on Earth.
You've been weird ever since we came down here.
There's something. I know there's something.
I feel so guilty, Linda.
We were 13 years old.
We were little girls.
I'm hoping you'll help me prove he didn't kill anyone.
So what are you saying? You think Poppy's still alive?
I think she might be, yeah. I think it's possible.
-You don't believe her, do you? -No, I don't.
Know your enemy.
We learned that a long time ago, didn't we?
I know who killed Abigail Toms.
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