90 per cent of the form consists of questions requiring a simple yes/no answer only.
A tick in the box. It couldn't be simpler.
Where no answer is possible, or the section is irrelevant,
you simply jump to the next um... relevant question.
I know there may appear to be rather a lot of pages.
Mr Mullett wondered where you were.
I got as far as the door.
Oh, all right.
I saw him outside the prison.
The first time in 20 years.
I wanted to go up to him and say, "Where is she? Where did you bury her?"
But I'm not allowed to, am I?
He wouldn't tell anyone then, I can't see why he's going to now.
It's still unfinished business.
Any incident can be recorded in less than two minutes.
Doing away with dozens of forms and freeing up time for real policing.
This is cutting-edge policing.
So, let's do it.
Jack!
The Chief Constable has great hopes for this super form.
Oh, well, I'm sure I'll pick it up, sir.
So am I, Jack.
The manual will help.
Thank you, sir.
There you go.
*... row your boat
* Gently down the stream
* Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
* Life is but a dream
* Row, row, row your boat
* Gently down the stream
* Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...
We've all felt our lives fall apart when a marriage or a relationship ended.
But we turned feelings of inferiority and failure - negative energy -
into life-changing positive energy,
motivating ourselves, each other,
making our lives better and stronger.
No-one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
So, do we give our consent, people?
Like hell we do!
- Mr Brody, Mr Cassell. - Thank you, Amy.
Thank you.
You couldn't find a better time?
There's never a better time to do anything than now, is there?
We don't have to believe it as long as the customers think we do.
Don't say that. Am I not the most motivated handyman in the business?
Uh-huh.
Jack. Someone downstairs to see you.
David Crewes.
No surprise there, then.
Rachel and I will have our cars as back-up five minutes away.
If anything does go wrong, you call my mobile and we'll be there.
Synchronise.
Coming up to exactly 1800... now.
David.
It's been a long time.
You know he's out.
You took your time.
Working up an appetite.
There's not a day goes by that I don't wish my wife was still alive.
But today I'm relieved that she's not there...
to see him back in the village.
He would have been advised not to return to Middlehurst.
Advice?
For a man who strangled two 14-year-old girls.
What sort of people let him out, anyway?
Nobody told us - me, Gloria, Charlie.
We had to find out.
We haven't forgotten our daughters.
Sooner or later, Carl Meyer was going to get parole.
He's not free. Remember that. He's out on licence.
He does anything wrong and he's straight back.
Oh. And you're all right with that, Jack?
I didn't say that, David, did I?
Life means life.
But maybe if he's out, he's better where he is.
The village has changed. New houses, new families.
Lots of small kids.
People are afraid.
Carl's really going to need to take care.
He won't want to go out too much at night.
Come on, David, that's enough.
Mary and I got to bury our daughter at least.
Sometimes I watch my sister and Charlie.
They take flowers to our Jane.
They need a grave too.
If he's got to come out,
can't you get someone to make him tell us where Harriet is?
I fancy a swim.
What?
Fancy a swim?
- Oh, no. - Oh, come on.
Come on!
The phone'll be on all the time. If anyone turns up, give us a shout.
I'm going in.
Susie? Come on.
Oh, Susie, come on. No.
Coo-ee!
OK.
I'm coming.
Katy?
You're mad, Susie.
Katy! It's bloody freezing.
Susie?
Susie, I've had enough of this. Come on.
Go, go, go.
- What did you do with their cars? - Safely parked.
Outside the police station.
And do we give our consent, people?
Like hell we do!
Detective Inspector Frost. Denton CID.
Item 133 in the manual of things you can do with a policeman's helmet.
Jason, there's someone in the building. Get out!
- What the hell are you doing? - Sorry, I wasjust...
No!
All right. Thank you.
- Morning, Jack. - All right, George. What we got?
Roman Cassell, managing director of Motivation Plus.
He was found at 9:13 this morning by the receptionist.
All right. Talk to you later.
Serious head and face injuries.
He fell backwards down the stairs and hit his head.
Some damage to the skull.
- Strange choice of clothes. - Mm.
His description matches the second streaker last night.
Seen in a garden behind Denton woods taking clothes like these.
Right.
Is there any connection between him and the other streaker?
Oh, yeah.
The one that you caught last night was his business partner, Tom Brody.
- Really? - Mm.
Well, what do you think, Doc?
Was it an accident?
Not unless Mr Cassell beat himself about the head with an iron bar.
I think he was hit before he fell.
The police took my name and address and said someone would talk to me later.
But my car would have to stay in the M-Plus car park till then.
- What were the police doing? - I don't know.
Putting that tape stuff everywhere.
I got straight back in the taxi and phoned you lot.
It can't have anything to do with us, can it?
All right, George, tell me, what do you think happened here, then?
As you can see, there was some sort of struggle.
Forensic should be able to tell us a bit more, but there's no obvious signs of blood.
This was Cassell's office.
The computer's still on so I think Cassell was still at his desk.
He came out of the office to find an intruder.
There was a fight, a chase along the corridor to the top of the stairs
where he was hit with some sort of weapon.
There's certainly a lot of blood there, isn't there?
Any sign of a forced entry?
Nothing we can see so far, no.
Why wasn't he wearing his own clothes?
Why didn't he put that tracksuit on?
Hm?
Sorry, can't serve you.
I've got money.
No. People come in here with children,
and children on their own.
I'll pay for his too, Sam.
What? Are you sure?
Yes.
It's L5.16.
L5 is fine.
Thank you, Vicar.
You must know how people feel.
I feel some of the same things myself.
The families of the girls, surely you understand?
Oh, yes.
Do any of these items belong to you, Mr Brody?
Er, these are mine and those are Roman's.
They were found inside your vehicle which somebody kindly parked outside our door.
It was just a bit of fun.
Admittedly at my expense.
So you didn't see Mr Cassell again, not at any point that evening?
No.
And you didn't go back to your office?
- No. - Mr Cassell did.
- Did he? - Mm-hm.
We were good middle-distance runners in our youth. Very good.
He was found there this morning.
Roman always was fast.
Sometime during the night, he was attacked at M-Plus...
...and killed.
We didn't have to twist their arms to get them to take their clothes off.
The only problem was actually leaving them there with no clothes.
And the answer was a swim.
It seems a very elaborate joke, Mrs McGreavy.
Part joke, part revenge.
Revenge is best served cold, of course.
And I hope they both were.
Very cold.
It was a joke!
Well, we thought it was.
But I guess Tom and Roman didn't.
"We" being who, Mrs Hepworth?
One day, a gang of us had a few drinks and a truth session.
There wasn't one of us Tom or Roman hadn't screwed. Or tried to.
We decided to get out. But not before we taught them a little lesson.
So you wanted to get your own back.
Why not?
None of us expected sweet revenge would end in a CID interrogation.
The Divorce Support Group is a stable of vulnerable women.
We're all looking for reassurance, all needing to feel desirable.
Tom and Roman took advantage of us.
Mr Brody is in police custody.
Well, none of us will lose much sleep over that. I won't, for one.
He's hardly going to jail.
Mr Cassell is dead.
Anything?
Not yet.
Good afternoon.
Afternoon. Who are you?
Simon Slater. I joined last week.
You must be Jack Frost.
Yeah, that's right.
- What you got? - What did you have in mind?
Well, there was blood on the stairs and none in the offices.
But we reckon the fight started in the offices. Right?
We did find some blood in the offices, actually.
Really? Where?
Not much. Traces on the floor in the main office,
and on a chair leg.
Also on the chair in Cassell's office - on the arm.
But nothing like the amount on the stairs. It's everywhere.
Floor, walls, ceiling...
I know that. I've been there.
Look at that. It still amazes me sometimes just how much blood a body can produce.
What does all this mean?
Dunno.
The blood on the stairs is Cassell's.
But not in the offices.
Your suspect is B positive, which usefully excludes 92 per cent of the population.
And I'll get some DNA for you, too.
So, there we are.
A few hours and I've left you with nothing to do except find a match.
I was here all evening.
Can anyone verify that, Mr King?
No. I was here alone. Working.
I thought you worked for Motivation Plus. Isn't that right?
What does it say in that brochure, George?
"Turn your negativity into positivity."
I can see you don't do that, do you, Mr King?
I'm just a handyman.
I look after the gym and the pool. Odd jobs.
Really?
I didn't realise that cleaning swimming pools could pay so well.
Anyway, did you do a couple of odd jobs at the M-Plus office two nights ago?
No.
I'm quite sure I didn't.
Right. Who else lives here, Mr King?
No-one.
Only, we got your address from the M-Plus offices.
Jason Cohu.
Who is Jason Cohu?
I am.
I worked at M-Plus under another name.
Would you mind telling me what your blood group is, please, Mr Cohu.
I've told you, I am B positive.
I admitted I was there. What else do you want?
You admitted that you used a false name for the month that you were at Motivation Plus.
Uh-huh.
You're really Jason Cohu
and you've just sold your software business for L25 million.
Why would you work as a handyman at M-Plus?
I had to download material from Roman's computer.
I can hack into most things, but I had to get inside.
This job came up, it's what I needed.
They didn't know me personally but they knew my name.
So this was an undercover operation, was it?
I did what I had to do.
I broke the law, I take the consequences.
Oi, oi, oi.
Sit down. We haven't finished with you yet.
Why did you have to do this?
Five years ago, Brody and Cassell were training athletes.
They put them on super-steroids. Supposedly not traceable, but they were.
Some of their sporting stars got lengthy bans, records stripped off them.
Now Brody and Cassell are making a ton of money spouting motivational bullshit.
But most of their Motivation Plus clients are in sports.
I think they're still peddling performance-enhancing drugs.
What's this got to do with you?
When the scandal broke,
Brody and Cassell were coaching a long-jumper.
She was tipped for Olympic gold.
She lost her big chance.
She couldn't handle it.
She took an overdose and died.
She knew what she'd done was stupid. She wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for those two.
She trusted them.
They killed her.
She was Jackie Ray.
She was my fiancée.
Did you know Mr Cassell was dead?
Did you know Mr Cassell was dead when you left him lying in a pool of blood
at the bottom of the stairs?
Please be seated.
O Lord, we beseech thee.
Absolve thy people from their offences...
...that through thy bountiful goodness...
...we may be all delivered from the bands of those sins...
...which by our frailty we have committed.
We should just go, Gloria.
Where is she?
Hello, Mrs Collingham.
Please tell us where Harriet is.
Please. Please, Carl. Please.
It's the only way I can find any peace, please!
Please!
Where do you think you are?
It's a teenage girl. - It's a body.
We've only got the upper skeleton.
How long's it been here? I'm looking at 20 years.
Oh, could be 20, could be 200.
No, it's Harriet Collingham.
There. Here you are.
Right. Is that all of it, then, Trigg?
Well, of course it's all of it.
And in black and white.
Mr Mullett may be under the illusion that a click of a mouse does it all,
but the collating that matters, it's all in here.
- Oh. Afternoon. - Jack.
It's like sniffing out drugs, isn't it? Electronic sensors versus dogs.
Yes. All right. Thank you very much, Trigg.
Right. OK. Look, this is Sutton's Wood, 1987.
Course it was all fields and farms then.
Now, the bones were found here - look.
There.
Do you know I was standing there this morning?
And I could see that wood. I could hear it, I could smell it.
We were there for weeks.
Searching.
Why didn't we find her?
Well, it's all here, Jack. Where you dug, what you found.
Any dental records?
A dog knows what he's looking for.
We erm... we found this, Jack.
The bulldozer moved the skeleton from where it was buried.
Slater identified the original spot.
But they've got all the bones?
Most of them.
And we got this. Harriet Collingham's locket.
I haven't told the parents, but there's no doubt.
Doesn't make Meyer's release look any better, does it?
No. We're going to have to question him.
Faced with the evidence, he can't deny it, not this time round.
He's refused to admit it before. He denied murdering Jane Crewes for almost 20 years.
It meant the parole board deciding he couldn't be released.
20 years ago, we didn't have a body. Now we've got her body and we've got a case.
- A case even if he doesn't confess. - I want this done by the book, Jack.
Meyer is a bit... well, slow, to say the least.
I'm going to appoint an appropriate adult.
I don't want any accusations about the way that he's questioned.
Now, is there anyone he knows we should ask?
Well, there won't be a queue.
Mrs Collingham, I've got to take that with me now.
It's evidence.
He'll go back to prison?
Yes, well, he was never tried for Harriet's murder, but he will be now.
It's a bit late, I know that.
Thank you.
Mr Meyer?
You probably don't remember me.
It's Sergeant Frost.
It's Detective Inspector Frost. Denton CID.
I don't want Mr Collingham to be arrested.
He thinks I killed Hattie. I know that.
I understand.
Mr Collingham?
Why should we arrest Mr Collingham?
Because he hit me, in the church.
No, we're here because we found the remains of a body.
And we believe those remains are that of Harriet Collingham.
That's good news, Mr Frost.
I know it's sad, but I think it will help Mr and Mrs Collingham.
I often prayed that they would find Hattie's body.
Thank you for telling me.
When you were tried for the murder of Jane Crewes,
there was not enough evidence against you to charge you with the murder of Harriet.
Now, I'm reinvestigating that murder.
If you find who killed Hattie, you'll know who killed Jane.
Oi, don't go away, come back here.
Carl Meyer, I'm arresting you for the murder of Harriet Collingham.
- George, read him his rights. - Carl Meyer...
Can I help you?
I don't know who to talk to, but it's about the death of Mr Cassell.
Motivation Plus.
He was killed.
I did it. I murdered him.
Is that right?
Now, when I talk to you tomorrow, you can have someone to help you.
You can have a solicitor and you can also have someone to explain things to you.
You know, like a friend.
I don't know anyone, Mr Frost.
The Vicar - yeah, she helped me.
All right.
- Jack? - Yes?
We've got another suspect for the Cassell murder.
- Jackie Ray's father. - Where the hell did he come from?
Sergeant Compton thought either The King's Arms or The Three Tuns.
I was keeping watch.
I certainly saw the light go on. It was too late.
He was inside by then.
You heard Mr Cohu confront Mr Cassell on the open phone line?
Yes. I heard them fighting.
And then what happened?
The phone went dead. I ran to the offices.
Jason came out, he was in a state.
He just said, "We're going." He dropped me off home.
That's when I decided I had to go back.
Why, Mr Ray?
I knew Cassell would try to put Jason in jail.
If it wasn't for him and Brody, my child would still be alive.
- I had to stop him. - How?
I tried reasoning with him. Nothing!
Then I threatened him with what we knew and he just laughed.
He knew I was bluffing.
I just lost my temper.
And then you killed him?
Yes.
How did you do this, Mr Ray?
I hit him!
What, with your fists? Your feet?
It's a blur.
Where did this happen, Mr Ray?
In his office.
Mr Ray...
We know that you were there with Jason Cohu.
And I know you're trying to protect the man who was to be your son-in-law.
But you never killed anyone.
I should have done!
I should have killed him six years ago.
I couldn't see Jason's life destroyed - like hers.
He's a son!
Detective Inspector Frost. Denton CID.
Carl Meyer?
Yes.
I've been here three years. I know David Crewes well.
Charlie and Gloria too. I know what happened.
But it's only since he came back that people have started talking about it again.
The village is big now. New people.
It's awful, but for most of them it was ancient history.
Not any more.
Suddenly people are afraid of this man.
People who never knew him. He's brought it all back with him.
But what did he expect?
He beat and strangled a 14-year-old girl.
Her best friend went missing the same day.
All I know is two young girls went into Sutton's Wood and never came out again.
The next day, they found Carl Meyer with Jane's blood on his hands.
You saw it.
You're still angry about it.
Probably I would be too.
Yeah, well, it was the first time that I'd...
I ever saw someone who had literally been beaten to death...
...and got close to those who'd... who'd been left behind.
Probably I shouldn't say this but...
...there is something about Carl Meyer.
The way he expects other people to behave.
I don't mean as if it didn't happen,
but it's as if it happened to him too.
Oh, so he's a victim too, now, is he?
I didn't say that.
Well, it's your job to help him.
I'm not interested in your opinions.
But I will say this.
Carl Meyer has made a good choice.
I've got up the noses of half my parishioners now.
I won't lose any sleep if I get up yours, Mr Frost.
We know what you're doing.
I'm helping a parishioner.
Parishioner?
No-one's going to forgive you.
My sister won't want you to bury her daughter, not now.
You won't be able to stay here. You know that?
You'll just have to go.
I told it all to Chief Inspector Talbot before.
Lots of times. Over and over.
Why do I have to say it again?
Mr Meyer, it would be best, especially for Mr and Mrs Collingham,
if you told us what happened to Harriet Collingham on the 17th June, 1987.
Now, we know that you killed Jane Crewes because you told the parole board that.
I had to.
They'd have kept me inside, otherwise.
They said... I wasn't taking responsibility for what I'd done.
So I couldn't come out.
I didn't want to lie, but... I couldn't leave Mum's garden.
I didn't kill her.
Or Jane.
I'm not going to say it any more.
I shouldn't have lied. I'm so sorry.
On the day she died, you followed Jane Crewes into Sutton's Wood,
where you beat her and you strangled her.
Now, we know that because her blood was on your hands, your face, your clothes.
You were covered in it.
She asked me to go and meet her.
She said it was important.
By our tree.
Where I just... found her.
She was dead.
I held her. I kissed her.
I... shook her.
I wanted her to come back.
I want to stop this, please, Mr Frost.
Harriet went into the woods to meet Jane.
Now, I don't know whether you'd killed Jane by that time.
But then you killed Harriet. Now, I know that and you know that.
And we're going to stay here until you tell us the truth.
I'd steer clear of the salad if I were you.
They say it's the healthy option, but not if you knew how long that lettuce has been banged up.
How many years have you sat in rooms talking to people like that?
Too many.
And we've only just started.
I was hoping that he'd just tell us.
- What do you do now? - Gather evidence.
And then I try to break him down into so many pieces
that he has no option but to tell us the truth.
Don't worry, I'll give you plenty of time to say that I'm overstepping the line,
because I probably will.
Will you talk to him again today?
Yes, tonight.
When he's tired.
I shall be more tired than he is.
I wouldn't eat the chocolate mousse either.
Are you ever gonna charge this Mr King or Mr Cohu, or whatever his name is?
Well, that's our business, Mr Brody.
It's making my business very difficult to run.
Well, it takes as long as it takes, sir.
I've got a session, Inspector.
Right, I asked you all to bring in your training schedules, your diet sheets.
Anything and everything.
Pick them up. Now!
Now, I want you to feed them into the shredders, down by the side of you.
George.
I'm here to turn your mind into your body's finest ergogenic aid.
Yeah.
Look at this photograph. Can you see what's missing?
- The statue. - Exactly.
Find out if anybody knows where it is because that would make a real handy weapon.
Cause a lot of damage.
That's the answer.
The only blood on Cohu was his own.
Cassell's blood is everywhere and not a drop on Cohu.
Let's do it!
This doesn't mean that we won't want to question you again.
You and Mr Ray.
All Josh did was to keep watch. I didn't want him to be involved.
He got involved the moment you decided to play policeman.
Well, you know how it is, Inspector. You can never find one when you need one.
This is still a murder inquiry. You should treat it seriously.
And there may be other charges.
This ain't over yet.
In the meantime, Mr Cohu,
there might be something you can do for me.
You still think that this Roman Cassell is involved in something illegal?
Hm.
Well, I reckon whatever it is you were trying to download from his computer,
mattered to him very much.
But you haven't found anything.
No.
I think you ought to keep looking.
Sssh!
The dental records match and so does the DNA.
I know you didn't need any proof, Jack, but there it all is.
Is there anyone else's DNA?
Well, at the moment there's nothing to test.
The chances of finding a fragment of someone else's tissue now are close to zero.
If there was... if there was an artefact that the killer had handled - a weapon -
we still might get fingerprints, but er...
we've just got scraps of her clothing which might produce fibres.
And we've got the clothing Meyer was found in.
What about the cause of death?
If it was asphyxiation, there'd be nothing to find, anyway.
Why didn't we find her?
I know I keep asking that question but...
...I need an answer.
Maybe you've forgotten what she looks like.
Here. Take a look at those.
I don't need to see pictures. I see her every day.
Every day.
I bet you've never seen Harriet, though, looking like this. Hm?
She wasn't very big, was she?
Couldn't have put up much of a fight, could she?
Not against these, eh?
Do you remember what it sounds like to choke someone to death? Do you?
- Let go of me, please! - That's a line crossed. Let go.
She won't be able to grow old.
You took that away from her.
You knew her.
And Jane.
You played together as kids.
You owe them something.
And their parents.
And your mother.
And father.
So, come on, it's time to tell the truth.
If I'd done it, I'd have said so.
I've tried to make myself believe that I'd done it.
There were times in prison I dreamed that I had.
There isn't much left of me, Mr Frost.
Not since I found Jane's body.
All I am is the man who didn't kill them.
Sir?
Hm?
All right?
Yeah. All right. Go on.
He's not doing it right, is he?
- What do you mean? - Do you remember what I said?
Like he didn't know anything about it.
Like he expected other people to understand he's a victim as well.
For someone who's not too hot upstairs, he's a convincing liar.
The simpler the story... the easier the lie.
Did anyone ever say what if it's true?
What if he just found Jane's body? If he never saw Harriet?
I've seen all the awful detail.
It's hard to believe he's not guilty, hard for me too.
And yet, Jack...
Oh.
This super-form form, it's a disaster, Jack.
Takes up more time than all the old ones put together.
Maybe someone ought to tell the Chief Constable, sir.
Forensic says that Cohu's telling the truth - he didn't kill Cassell.
So, keep looking.
All right. And Meyer?
Oh, back to square one.
He now reckons that he didn't kill Jane Crewes either.
Oh, we need a conviction.
If he walks free, now that we've got Harriet's body,
however, it turns out, it doesn't look good for us.
Well, I'll leave how it looks to you, sir.
What about Forensic? Is it?
Jack?
What is it?
"The other day upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today, I wish that man would go away."
I should have known - from the staircase.
What staircase?
Cohu. On the Motivation Plus stairs.
What's Cohu got to do with Meyer?
Well, there was no blood on him.
No blood from Roman Cassell, which means that he didn't kill him.
Now Carl Meyer had blood from Jane Crewes, but not a drop from Harriet Collingham.
That's what it says.
Well, this doesn't say anything, which is the same thing, yes.
No blood, no hair, no fibres, no skin.
All right.
How likely is it that Carl Meyer killed Jane Crewes and had evidence all over him,
did the same thing to Harriet and had absolutely no trace?
Well, it's unlikely, it's very unlikely. But it's not impossible.
It's much clearer with Cohu.
But it asks the question that Talbot didn't ask Forensic at the time.
Now, that's fair comment.
Oh, and I know why you didn't find her.
What?
A bit of hair from her skull, that's where we found these.
They live in water, fresh water, in a river.
That's where they lay their eggs and live out their lives.
They can't exist anywhere else, that's number one.
Now, the soil in Sutton's Wood is clay. It's all over the bones.
But we also found very small deposits of this.
And this doesn't come from the wood or anywhere near it.
It comes from a river. At some point the body was in a river.
Are you trying to say that she was drowned?
What I'm saying is that Harriet's body was in a river for quite some time.
I'd say that she was buried in Sutton's Wood after the police search ended.
The reason you didn't find Harriet is that she wasn't there, Jack.
Harriet's body had been in the water for months after she died.
But whenever she was buried in Sutton's Wood, Carl Meyer was in prison.
And he'd been in custody from day one.
Well, he couldn't have had an accomplice. It's not that kind of crime, is it?
There was overwhelming evidence against Carl Meyer.
But nobody had bothered to look at what wasn't there.
There wasn't a trace of contact with Harriet.
Put it together... we have the possibility that Meyer told the truth originally.
Hm. I'd have to say a probability.
So... what do we do now?
Book says we've got to let him go.
And?
And we start looking for someone who killed two girls 20 years ago.
Now you've found her, you can put him back inside.
That's the only reason he wasn't charged with her murder, because there was no body.
Yes, well, the discovery of Harriet's body raises some unexpected questions,
which means we won't be able to release her body for burial just yet.
- We've waited 20 years. - Is this the Vicar's work?
No, Charlie, it is not the Vicar's work.
She wants people to feel sorry for him.
Is this what we can expect now? Social workers, psychiatrists?
A bus trip round Middlehurst for do-gooders?
Well, not here, not us!
Look, I know how upset you must feel.
If he comes back here, he won't stay long.
He'll be lucky to stay alive.
Charlie, this doesn't help.
- Charlie, we know Jack. - Not any more.
I've had enough.
I want you out of my house, Inspector Frost.
All those years ago, I felt like you were a friend. Get out!
I've read it all, Jack -
all the statements, all the interviews, all the forensic.
If it happened again tomorrow, I can see the same thing all over.
The same mistake...
That's it, then, George, is it?
That's all right - the same reasonable mistake.
I don't mean that.
No, all right.
It's just that everybody keeps telling me it's Eddie Talbot's mistake and not mine.
But somehow it doesn't make me feel any better.
All right.
Motivation Plus. There was a car, what have we done about it?
A car?
Yes, a car. It was in Jason Cohu's statement.
Ray mentions it too.
And it's...
Oh, I just need to be somewhere else.
I've spoken to a couple of local councillors.
They're going to see Frost's superior.
Tomorrow, a group of mothers are marching on Carl Meyer's house.
I phoned the papers and radio.
Great! I'll paint some placards.
We're doing what we can, Charlie!
We should put the fear of God in him.
Not the Vicar's cuddly God - the "eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth" one.
If we make it uncomfortable for him, he'll go.
Well, you sort out your mothers' march.
I'll see to him my own way.
He'll be a lot more than uncomfortable.
We haven't found anything to show Raymond Cassell was dealing in banned substances.
I think we were wrong.
It doesn't make him clean, though.
He was still using people.
How?
Cassell was using the internet for spread betting on sports events.
All over the world.
Goal differences in football matches,
run rates at cricket, athletics.
You name it.
Big money...
if you can fix the odds.
So he could have made enemies? Betting syndicates.
Yeah, but if he was betting on the internet all over the world,
I don't think anyone could have traced him back here to Denton.
Anyway, keep on digging.
Meanwhile, let's get back to the night that Mr Cassell died.
Now, you both say that you saw a car pass you after you left the M-Plus offices.
But you described it... as thus:
"Dark medium-size saloon" - Mr Cohu.
"Light, large saloon or estate" - Mr Ray.
Now, that's not very helpful. Can we try harder, please?
I had a sense of it coming towards us.
But it's all a blur.
I don't know about the colour - light, dark, in between - I saw headlights.
Something quite big.
All right. What about the driver?
As far as I'm concerned, it could have been a gorilla.
Certainly no gorilla.
It was a woman.
A woman? Are you sure?
Yes, I'm positive.
It was a woman.
We said goodbye in the car park.
I was picked up by a taxi, I got home...
I don't know, 11:10?
You're roughly a 15-minute drive away from Motivation Plus.
Is that about right, Mrs Munro?
I'm very sorry what happened to Roman, it's terrible.
But if you really think we planned all that so we could kill him...
Ridiculous!
I'd like to know the make and colour of your car, Mrs Munro.
Silver Alfa Romeo.
My sister was at home when I got back.
It was about 11:30.
You know what my car is.
It was left in the M-Plus car park.
A blue Ford -
good for school runs, a big boot for shopping.
Home at around 11:30?
Give or take.
And no-one else at the house?
The kids were with Mum.
It wasn't really their sort of evening.
Cigarettes, chocolates, ices?
Traffic have given me all the tapes from the CCTV cameras
within one mile of the M-Plus offices.
40 hours' worth.
It's "find the lady", only with cars.
You'll be needing that.
No!
No, stop it! Please!
No!
Morning, Inspector.
- Sergeant. - Morning.
Sorry to disturb you so early.
Sorry you had to wait.
School run.
You'd better come in.
Door, George.
We gave you our whole game plan. We've all talked it through with you twice.
Well, if it's worth doing once, it's worth doing twice.
And why stop at twice?
George?
You say you left your friends and got home at about 11:30?
Give or take.
Give or take... two hours?
Sorry?
Well, your car, Mrs Sellwood,
was recorded on three traffic cameras after 11 pm.
At 11:42,
again at 11:53...
when you were just two minutes away from M-Plus,
and finally at 12:56,
when you were seen heading home.
All we need is an explanation.
Um...
well, he...
he called me that night...
when he got back to his office.
He wanted me to pick him up, take him home.
I didn't know I was involved then.
What time did he call you?
I'm not sure exactly.
Elevenish?
I was in the pub with the others.
Did you tell them?
No.
So...
...after this very elaborate plan to humiliate Mr Cassell,
he calls you and asks you for help.
You don't mention this to your friends,
but you drive off to M-Plus to take Mr Cassell home.
Now, why would you do that?
I've asked myself that question a thousand times.
Partly because he was in a state... a real state.
Not about the lake, it was something else.
Someone had broken in, that's what he said.
And partly because...
...I was used to doing what he wanted.
So your relationship wasn't as casual as you told us.
No.
A year and a half.
Well, why did you join them?
Because it was fun.
Because it made me laugh, and he...
he just deserved it.
And why did you kill him?
When I got there,
he was furious.
He was... shouting about the lake
and about someone who worked for him hacking into his computer.
He thought there was some connection with us getting him out of the way. It didn't make sense.
Roman had a temper,
and when he snapped, he completely lost control.
And he...
looked at me.
And he just knew I'd been part of it in the lake.
And I laughed.
I laughed at him.
And I thought, "He's going to hit me."
Though he didn't.
I have to say that he didn't.
But I'd had enough.
He used me.
I let him and I'd even lent him money, L10,000,
and I said I wanted it back.
And he told me I'd never see the money and...
...and money...
...money was the only reason he'd ever slept with a...
...tired old whore like me.
What happened then, Mrs Sellwood?
We were walking...
...by the stairs.
And he said something about my...
...about my children.
Did they know what a tart I was? And maybe he would tell them.
Then I lost it.
There was...
There was something on a table, a statue,
and I picked it up and I hit him.
And there was blood but he was still laughing.
And I hit him again and again.
Then he fell.
I just knew... I just knew he was dead.
There was so much blood.
Could I phone... my mother, Mr Frost?
Is that all right?
To collect the children.
Yeah.
I've sent Mr Cohu's findings to the Met.
So I hope you're not involved in your partner's betting scams.
Because they'll come down very hard on you, Mr Brody.
No-one'll come near us now.
Ah, Jack.
Just the man. The Chief Constable here is on a walkabout.
Ah. Hello, sir.
I'm here to see the super form in action.
What's it doing on the ground?
Superintendent Mullett's expressing a few reservations.
Well, not so much reservations...
Cutting edge always has its problems.
What do you think, Inspector, from the CID viewpoint?
Well, sir, the old forms were pretty useless.
I mean, nobody was happy with them.
But these erm... these new forms...
These... they don't work at all.
It will.
It's been researched inside out. We went to the experts.
Remove the negative perceptions,
and the efficiency of positive motivation is multiplied by your belief factor.
That's the crunch.
We haven't met.
Tom Brody, sir. Motivational psychology consultant.
May I?
Um... yeah, go on.
Your form is a succinct synthesis.
But like any synthesis, it carries the negative energy of what preceded it.
Remove that, and positivity floods the void and multiplies geometrically.
I've done it with sportsmen and women across the world.
It's lesson one.
You can't go forwards if you're looking backwards.
What do you think, Mullett?
Well, I...
We'll talk again, Mr Brody.
Motivational psychology.
Good, Mullett. Well done, Inspector.
Thank you, sir.
Smoke and mirrors.
It takes one to know one.
He'll be in hospital for a while?
Not long.
Minor concussion.
I'm taking some things in.
This is all he wanted.
Him and Jane Crewes.
Bit odd for a murderer.
We didn't release him because there was lack of evidence.
There's new evidence.
And it's very unlikely that Carl Meyer killed either Jane or Harriet.
Oh, I'm sorry.
That's a strange thing to say.
I'm sorry... for everyone.
I'm sorry for how you must be feeling, Jack.
When they first cleared the site,
the bulldozer must have carried the bones further than I thought.
The original burial site is somewhere... under there.
15-20 yards.
But now she's almost complete, all except for a few very small bones.
All right.
Knock it down.
Jack... what are we looking for?
- I have no idea. - Then why knock it down?
Because 20 years ago, we didn't ask enough questions.
And now...
Now I can't think of anything else to do.
So knock it down!
Hold on a minute. Stop!
I don't know how much of this stuff we'll identify.
I'd like to say it's her school bag. Is that what you'd expect?
Yes, well, it was never found.
Contents? Well, there are some clothes.
Those clearly are the soles of some shoes.
The rest?
Books, exercise books, paper, maybe.
There's a plastic pencil case, that's still in good nick.
But everything else - papier-mâché.
Soaked in a river for a couple of months and buried for 20 years.
I want to know what's in that paper.
I've read your very first statement...
...in which you said that Jane telephoned you
and asked you to meet her in the woods.
And also that Harriet would be going there too.
She said they had to talk to me.
Did she say why?
She made me promise not to say.
Wouldn't she want you to say now?
Harriet was running away from home.
We had to help her to do it, because something had happened to her.
Do you know what that was?
If Hattie said, she'd get hurt.
By whom? Who would hurt her?
She just had to go away, that's all.
She had to go away forever.
Carl said that he won't be pressing charges...
even though he's lucky to be alive.
I don't need any favours from the man who killed my daughter.
- Jack. - Yes?
I'm afraid I didn't have much luck...
...with the paper in Harriet's bag.
It didn't matter how careful I was,
every time I touched it, it just disintegrated.
I hope that's not it.
A friend of mine's an archaeologist, just got back from Egypt - Alexandria.
He's studying some manuscripts from the greatest library in the classical world
that they found in the silt of the harbour.
I asked him if he could have a look at what we've got.
All right. What am I supposed to be looking at?
It's a coach ticket, Denton-London, for the day after she was killed.
A few weeks before Harriet disappeared,
you said that she was moody and there were arguments.
She had been upset a bit.
There was a boy at school, I think. He dumped her.
Little things pile up.
It was all getting on top of her.
Growing up.
Was she frightened, at all?
No.
No, she...
She locked the door.
She sulked...
like they do, that was all.
Did she do that often?
Lock the door, I mean?
She wanted to be on her own.
She'd watch television a bit, maybe.
Charlie'd come in and she'd go upstairs.
How long did that go on for?
Six weeks... a couple of months.
Only, see...
...Harriet told her best friend Jane Crewes that she was running away.
Well, that's rubbish.
Who said she was running away? Him?
We er... found this in Harriet's school bag.
It's the remains of a coach ticket to London.
She had a seat booked for the day after she disappeared.
What do you think that means?
I don't know what it means.
He killed her.
Carl Meyer killed her.
What the hell's going on?
Carl Meyer is no longer a suspect in your daughter's murder.
We don't think that he killed Jane Crewes either.
That's ridiculous.
I'm sorry, Mr Collingham, but I'm gonna have to ask you a lot of questions
that you were asked 20 years ago.
Now, I do hope you will understand.
Right.
Well, to start with,
where were you on the day that Harriet disappeared?
In Reading... on business.
Your business being, sir?
I was a salesman then.
I had to call in to some shops...
check the stock, take new orders.
And what were these shops?
It was 20 years ago.
That was the day your daughter disappeared!
That was the day Carl Meyer was supposed to have murdered her.
And all you can remember was that you were in Reading?
When they found Harriet...
...I thought there'd be an end to it all.
We'd... bury her.
That's all I want now, David.
Peace isn't an option for any of us.
Not this side of the grave.
I'm going up to Jane's grave.
I need to see her and Mary.
I need to talk to them.
Will you be OK?
Yeah.
Well, if I had a daughter who locked herself away for six weeks,
and wouldn't stay in the same room as me and was crying all the time...
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if she was trying to run away.
She wasn't running away!
Why did she have that coach ticket, then?
I don't know.
And she was frightened of someone.
Jane was frightened of Carl, so was Harriet.
He'd attacked a boy Jane was going out with - broke his nose.
Oh, don't give me that! Harriet wasn't frightened of Carl.
The only two people she trusted was Jane and Carl.
And anyway, what about these shops, Mr Collingham?
Bardons was one.
And the farmers co-op on the bypass.
Oh, really?
It's hardly a day's work, though, is it?
You think I did something to her?
Something was going on.
Something that nobody wanted to get to the bottom of, but I will.
Because I think it's got everything to do with the bones of your daughter
lying on that slab.
I wasn't working that day.
I was in Reading.
But I...
...I was having an affair.
A woman I worked with.
She was married too.
I'll need her name.
So... what frightened Harriet?
Because I think you were right.
Someone did something to her.
No.
Yes!
You see, I've got a nose for it.
It's one of the more unpleasant instincts that this job puts in my mind.
She wouldn't even talk to her mother.
We tried.
We did try.
Whose boat is that?
David?
Are you all right?
Look...
I don't know what I can do to help, but couldn't we start again?
You stirred all this up.
David, that's not true.
You sanctimonious old cow!
You don't belong here.
You've never belonged.
Gloria said I might find you here.
I wanted to talk to you about your boat, David.
You did have a boat, didn't you?
You see...
I know now why we never found Harriet's body in Sutton's Wood.
Because you took her on the boat.
On the river somewhere.
After what you'd done to Harriet, I suppose you...
...had to keep her quiet.
But your daughter, your own daughter.
Was it to stop her saying what you'd done to her?
Was that it?
Carl Meyer. Carl killed them.
No.
No, no.
Do you know what hurts me most about this now?
It's the sympathy that I had for you.
Well, for you, Gloria, Charlie.
But most of all for you.
I grieved with you.
And I'm left wondering now...
...if I hadn't got close to you...
...would I have been asking more questions about Carl Meyer?
Would I have listened to him?
He's not dead.
But you took away his life.
Why did you have to kill them all, David?
All she had to do was shut up.
She wanted me to do it, I know she did.
She said she didn't, but...
...well, I'd seen her with boys.
Afterwards...
Well, afterwards, I just couldn't let her run away.
They'd have gone after her.
They'd have... found out, Mary, Jane...
...my sister.
But why did you have to kill Jane?
I... I didn't know Jane was there.
I didn't know she was there, but she was, she was there.
She saw it.
I just had to do it!
I had to... I didn't want to, but I had to do it.
To...
Well, to stop her screaming.
She screamed, she screamed, she just wouldn't stop screaming!
I put Harriet in the boat.
And I sunk it...
...till I could find a safe place.
I didn't have to come back for Jane.
Carl found her.
Everyone thought that he'd done it.
And I knew then that God had forgiven me.
I knew what I had to do.
I put her back in Sutton's Woods.
No-one would look there.
Not after you'd been there.
All right, David.
It's time for us to go.
Come on.
Give me the gun.
No!
You can't blame yourself for what Chief Inspector Talbot didn't do.
I should have listened to Carl.
There was just so much evidence.
I should have had doubts.
It's my job.
When I was a constable, I was called to a domestic.
Husband and wife row.
I asked the wife if she wanted to leave,
but they'd made up.
He said sorry. She seemed all right.
I don't know if I saw fear in her eyes as I left,
or if I imagined it afterwards.
She was dead the next day.
The husband set the house on fire.
I can still see her face.
If you ever forget your mistakes, I think you're in the wrong job.
I'll be here if you need a lift.