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'Mummy.'
ALARM
Andrew.
Andrew!
You said he'd be fine!
You stood there and you told me he'd be fine!
Was your son baptised, Mrs Geiger?
Then I'll say a prayer for him. Get away from us.
Someone's had a hard day, then.
But...
someone's going to go dancing!
Eh?
She's brilliant. Exceptional.
Youngest Super they ever had in Counterterrorism.
Wow.
Third youngest in the whole of the Met. Right?
Well, it sounds like we'll be lucky to have her. She'll be an asset to your unit, unquestionably.
Unquestionably? Well, in that case, thanks for sending her my way. Pleasure.
I just have one question, if I may. As you're imposing her on me, why are you bothering to sell her?
I mean, it's just stupid, isn't it? It's a waste of everyone's time.
Unless, of course,
you have a guilty conscience.
Er, about what? About what's in the box. The damaged goods. The reason Terrorism want to see the back
of such a brilliant, exceptional officer.
An incident precipitated her leaving Counterterrorism but
the Official Secrets Act prevents me from telling you why.
Is she seeing a shrink? Excuse me? How often? Weekly? Monthly? Does she have a say in the matter?
Yes, she is. No, she doesn't have a say in the matter. Thank you, Deputy Chief Commissioner Smith.
What was it? Drugs? Alcohol? Shot the wrong-looking Arab guy? Peter, let's just cut the crap, shall we?
We've left you alone at the Cold Case Unit. Let you have your head. Do your thing. And, Christ,
you've got results. But we're in a bit of a bind here.
The Mother Ship's calling. We just don't know what to do with Sarah Cavendish.
She's too young to kick upstairs and she's too high-ranking to bury in traffic.
So you want to put her in a cupboard for a while? We want you to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Then I need to know what wall she fell off.
It was a high one.
And that's all I can tell you.
Stupid bloody bastards!
Shit!
Press up and down, it'll never come.
We'll be stuck here forever. Forever?
Forever. Thank God you came along then.
You're not?
You wouldn't happen to be...?
Want to get a coffee or something? I'm fine, thanks.
Unless you want to. No, I'm all right.
I guess, um...
I guess you normally have a say.
Normally.
Normally I have THE say.
Sorry.
What about you?
Did you have a say?
No.
Bangladeshi mate of mine from uni had an arranged marriage.
She and her guy had this motto, "I pretend I picked you, you pretend you picked me, the end."
Should we appropriate it? Can't hurt. What happened to your mate? Knew you were going to ask that.
Divorced, right? She lives with a tattoo artist on Bondi Beach.
Excuse me.
Spence?
Hi. Hi. This is Detective Superintendent Sarah Cavendish.
Dr Eve Lockhart, Detective Inspector Spencer Jordan. Hi. How are you doing? All right.
Hello. Pleased to meet you. Hi.
Who found it? Council foresters clearing the woods.
So why has this come to you?
Donald Rees was an investment banker who went missing three years ago.
Detective Superintendent? What's she doing here? Don't know. So it's a missing persons case? No, no.
It came to us after two years. There's evidence of what appears to be blood on the driver's seat. Yeah.
Well, there's no body, so it's possible he just crawled out and then... succumbed to
his injuries or... I've got sniffer dogs and a search team on their way. So was it a fall, jump or a push?
Well, Rees's daughter died a few months before he disappeared.
The original investigation didn't rule out suicide. Right. No, suicide doesn't seem right.
Why not? Well, because investment banking is all about risk management.
A drop like that, you're more likely to end up in a wheelchair than a coffin. It's a good point, Spence.
There's some damage to the bumper on your side.
What? So you think he might've been pushed off?
Possibly. So where is the man now?
I don't know what's happened to Donald, so...
I don't know who I'm appealing to.
All I know is that earlier this year I lost my daughter Nicola to cancer, and now I've lost my husband. So,
if anyone out there knows where Donald is,
or what happened to him on the 10th of November, please, please get in contact.
Well, the postscript to all this is that Julie Rees herself, er,
now has terminal cancer. That's one unlucky family.
Detective Superintendent Sarah Cavendish.
She's going to be with us for a while, so I'd appreciate it if you'd make her feel welcome.
So, Schultz Neumann. German bank that employed Rees.
One of the first casualties of the 2007 meltdown.
So he loses his daughter and he walks away from his job.
Motive to fake his own death and leave it all behind but... Why go to all that trouble?
Why not just divorce, get a new job and go and grieve in Mauritius?
Which he didn't. His passport was found locked in a desk drawer. Yeah, he could've faked a new one, so...
True. So what are we dealing with here, Eve? Disappearance or death?
Well, SOCOs searched and no body was found... Right. The DNA? But DNA confirms
that the blood on the driver's seat was Rees's.
Right, so what are the options? The options are that he was driving the car himself,
he crashed into the ravine, he sustained minor injuries and got up and walked away.
Or, he was killed elsewhere and whoever killed him pushed his car into the ravine.
So, whatever the circumstances, the disappearance of
Donald Rees is suspicious and could, in fact, be murder.
Hi. Hello, Julie. Peter Boyd.
Hello. We spoke on the phone. Hello.
This is my daughter, Miranda, and my son, Toby.
I couldn't organise childcare for Toby
but I'd rather he didn't have to hear... No, of course.
Spence, could you give Toby the tour, please?
OK? Thanks, Spence. Please.
If he's alive,
I want him to know that I'm dying.
That Miranda and Toby are in urgent need of a father.
And, if he's dead, well, at least we can stop hoping.
A month before he disappeared, Donald quit his job at the bank.
He hated it. He had to make a lot of redundancies. It really got to him.
Yeah, but if he'd given a month's notice, he'd have received a huge severance package.
Yeah, that's right. Well, my point is, why the urgency?
I mean, was he forced out? Was he in trouble?
You could never force Donald to do anything he didn't want to do.
But the people he made redundant must have been pretty angry. I think it was a delayed reaction to Nicola.
He'd never faced up to her condition. He avoided the hospital, then he avoided the hospice.
He just couldn't accept that she wasn't going to get better.
And here we have the Think Tank.
What's going to happen to Dad's car?
Only, Mum can't drive.
Why is that? Because of the cancer.
We're going to hold onto it for now.
Dad hated waste.
When you've finished with it, you should give it to another family.
The initial enquiry learned that Donald withdrew £100,000 cash
from Coutts Bank on The Strand the same week he quit his job.
And your original statement holds true?
You've no idea what the money was for or what became of it? Some people said it meant that he'd run away.
And a big part of me still wants to believe they're right.
So, after Donald resigned on October 5th, he was at home with you and the children until he disappeared?
Yes.
Can you describe his mood for me at that time? Was he happy? Sad?
Distant?
Actually, he was a complete pain in the arse.
Fussed over us the whole time.
Acted as if we'd never had to get along without him.
Is this where you interrogate people?
We prefer the term "interview".
Reader's Digest?
I collect them. I pick them up in doctors' waiting rooms.
Right. You can have that one. I've got a spare.
There's an article about whether or not torture is an effective way of getting people to tell the truth.
I'll read and learn. Thanks.
So, what was he normally like, as a person?
Serious. Methodical.
Devoted. Generous. Brilliant.
But cautious. He used to say I was his one rash decision,
the king of control freaks on one roll of the dice.
And was staying at his flat in London from Monday to Friday a function of this control?
I mean, the family home in Surrey is hardly a big commute. Donald was a very private person.
And loving him meant
you had to accept you were never going to have all of him.
Do you think my dad's dead?
I don't know. That's what we're trying to find out.
What is it?
What is it, Toby?
I saw them.
Who?
The old couple. They followed me and Miranda to school. She thinks they took Dad.
I'll get you some tissues. Stay there.
Give him to me. I'll get him off.
'Earlier today, council foresters clearing the woods
'came across a wrecked vehicle belonging to missing banker Donald Rees.
'The car was found buried down a ravine.
'However, Rees's body was not found inside.
'The police are now searching the area for his body and evidence that will help them
'in their investigation into what happened and how Rees's car might have come off the road.
'Donald Rees was first reported missing three years ago by his wife.'
You don't even have a body.
Well, we found blood in the car. It wasn't a shaving cut.
No. But is it enough to reopen a case and spend money, and raise hopes?
Are you asking me if it is, or saying that it's not?
It's my first day.
I'm watching and learning.
What a good answer.
You're taking the case because Mum's got cancer.
Basically.
My babysitting duties weren't a complete waste of time. Good.
Toby claimed that he was standing in the school playground and he noticed an old couple
dressed in old fashioned funeral blacks watching him intently.
He thought it was weird, but much weirder, when he learned
that his sister and mother had also seen the couple, the same day.
Miranda, when she was playing hockey at her school in Richmond, saw them on the sidelines.
And Julie saw them on the driveway of the house.
When was this? This was the start of Rees's final week at the bank, Monday the 1st of October, 2007.
And the '07 enquiry never traced this couple? No.
They suspected they were Schultz Neumann shareholders who got burned. So why did they single out Rees?
Well, his £4 million bonus that year got his picture in the paper.
The fact that he gave half of it to Unicef didn't make the article. If these are angry shareholders,
I mean, approaching the kids in funeral garb seems a bit extreme, doesn't it?
It's ridiculous. Well, I don't know. Look at Fathers For Justice.
I mean, there's nothing like a bit of desperation to inspire fancy dress and trespassing.
But bother with the kids? Why not go to him directly? Well, maybe they did. Did they?
We don't know, but you'd expect him to call the police, considering his wealth and the approach to the kids.
Yeah, by these two, yeah you would. Why didn't he?
Maybe the old timers had something on him.
'I think it was a delayed reaction to Nicola.
'He never faced up to her condition.
'He avoided the hospital, then he avoided the hospice.
'He just couldn't accept that she wasn't going to get better.'
'Why can't we tell Mum we're here?
'Because then Mum would want in on the act, and Miranda, and Toby.
'And?
'And Dad wants you all to himself for once.
'You're greedy.
'Greedy fat pig, when it comes to you.
'You're crying. I'm not crying.
'My eyes are watering, turn that off.
'You're thinking about when I'm not here anymore, aren't you?
'Yep. That's silly, stop it.
'Stopped.
'Promise and hope to die? Yes. No.
'Look, Dad's got the rest of the day off.
'What do you want to do, more than anything in the whole world,
'anything Dad can make happen?
'I want to go to the zoo.
'Right, done. What else?
'I want to never see any more doctors ever again.'
Closer examination of the damaged bumper on Rees's car revealed
paint flecks of a different colour, a foreign shade, a grey as opposed to the silver of Rees's car.
I analysed both of these using X-ray diffraction and was able to identify
the different polymeric forms of paint additive.
Both paint samples contained
a chlorinated anti-rusting agent only produced in Germany.
So German rust paint, German cars, German bank.
Yeah, where Rees was responsible for firing big shots with big egos.
And we all know there's no honour amongst thieves.
Binder types, pigments and other spectroscopic information
tell us that the paint fragments come from the complimentary BMW
that you drove while working at Schultz Neumann.
The smashed front light, helpfully documented by the bank's insurers,
is just a cherry on top of the icing on the cake.
Well, seven years I worked for Schultz Neumann.
Seven years. Rees tells me I'm out like he's telling me what sandwich he had for lunch.
And the next thing, security are getting me to clear my desk in front of everyone,
like I'd done wrong, like I'd never made that bank millions.
You know we all hoped losing your little girl might thaw you out a bit, inspire a little empathy.
That was a vain hope wasn't it, Iceman? Did you even shed a tear at her funeral?
I feel for your wife. I really do.
You know, if he'd just said goodbye, if he'd just looked up from his bloody Blackberry.
Maybe he was ashamed, did you ever consider that? To feel shame, you need a conscience, a heart.
So, what, you just decided to teach him some humility? It was the car that really got to me.
Asking for it back, it just seemed petty. Oh, you think the bank should have just thrown it in? Yeah.
So you blame Rees? For everything?
I was sat in the pub one afternoon
and I got a really stupid idea.
See, I knew he'd be working late. He always did, but it was a Friday
and I thought he'd be heading home to Surrey.
So what was your stupid idea, Rick? Can you spell it out for us?
I was going to put the frighteners on him on a country lane. Make him sweat a little bit? Yeah.
And I did that all right. Because it turns out Clark Kent wasn't going home to the wife and kids.
Yeah. Bit of a hippie chick.
Not too young, either.
She was probably an antidote for all those intimidating city birds in trouser suits.
I hit him harder than I meant, but I didn't care any more. Weren't my car. Hey!
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?! What did you do with the pictures, Rick? I mailed them to Rees's wife.
Interesting house.
Ah. I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd and we're here to see Julie.
Sue Myers, Julie's mum. Come in. Right.
Thank you.
I see you, Tobe. Finish your homework, you can help Granddad in the garden.
Do you live here all the time with your daughter? Christ, no! Too grand for us.
And we've got four hungry dogs at home.
She's in here.
Do you mean these photos?
Yes. I think we do mean these photos.
What about them?
Well, in the original investigation of your husband's disappearance, these were never referred to.
That's cos they didn't know about them.
Why didn't they know about them? Because it didn't strike me as relevant. No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
Julie, that just isn't good enough.
Because it was humiliating and painful and weird. Is that better? No, it's not. Sorry, it's not.
These photographs are motive for murder.
Sorry. Sorry. That's all right.
Bad day.
So that woman
lost a son to cancer.
Did I find it hurtful that he unburdened himself to a complete stranger? Yes.
Was I surprised? No.
But did I think for one moment that he
ever was unfaithful to me? Never.
This woman, Denise was her name, she had these theories about the secret plots
to hide the dangers of X-rays and radiation.
Crazy stuff, but Donald only saw her once or twice and then he knew it wasn't going to help.
Do you have any idea where this woman, Denise, might be, now?
No, sorry. Oh, no, she did have an organisation, a website, called The Big Lie, or something. The Big Lie?
Thank you. But, do you think that this woman could have hurt Donald? I don't know. I've no idea.
I just think it's bloody weird you didn't tell us about her before now. Excuse me.
He has no right to speak to me like that.
Well, it's just,
he's very committed to finding out what happened to your husband.
Yes, but he's no idea what I'm going through.
What I'm living through.
I'm sorry.
Grace.
Yes?
Would it be OK if I just spoke to you from now on?
Just you.
Yeah.
Denise Metcalfe's The Big Lie website
was shut down 18 months ago by the parent server.
She used the site to make false allegations
against various prominent scientists and doctors.
That's interesting.
It gets better.
Last year she was sectioned for three months for verbally
and physically abusing staff of a private radiology clinic.
Last time I saw a gaff like this was a crack den in Camberwell.
What you get up to in your spare time is your business, Spence!
Hey!
A push and a shove and we're in round the back, Spence. OK.
"We're in"? Yeah. We haven't got a warrant.
But Denise has documented mental health problems.
There could be an emergency. What could?
The, the, the, the...
The screaming and the... crying that I can hear.
Come on, please.
Work with me, will you?
You all right? Yeah, fine.
Radiation vests. Think we need them?
Hope not. There's only two.
What is all this?
I don't think these are holiday snaps. Gee.
God.
The Big Lie.
"Diagnostic X rays of the leading man-made source of radiation exposure,
"officially accounting for 14% of all radiation exposures worldwide,
"but the real figure is much... higher."
Guys!
Is it Rees?
Get away from my son!
Leave him alone! You've no right.
It's Denise, yeah?
We're police officers.
We just want to make sure that everything is OK.
You're not taking him.
I'm afraid you're absolutely correct.
We've no rights, none whatsoever. We busted in here without a warrant.
In fact, if you wanted to ruin all our careers, you probably
could and, on top of that, you're the one with the gun. Who are you?
Who am I? Denise, I'm not the one with the body in the freezer!
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
What did you think you were doing?
Did you panic? She had a gun.
I resolved the situation safely.
You were in a state the minute you walked into that house.
My door is always open.
Official Secrets Act not withstanding.
Armed police, don't move!
Mrs Metcalfe, we know that you disinterred
your son, Josh and brought him home.
And we know that, as a biology teacher, you have the knowledge
and the tools to interrogate Josh's death, to hold death accountable.
To hold the people responsible accountable.
For giving him cancer?
For lying about the level of radiation my son was exposed to
working at the hospital.
Ah.
The Big Lie.
Donald Rees was interested in your research, wasn't he?
In the possibility that too much radiology
had given his daughter cancer.
And did you tell him that he was right to be worried?
That even very low doses of radiation at an early age can cause
cellular injury, and that girls have almost double the risk
of developing lifetime cancer as boys? Yes.
Yes, I did tell him.
Donald was a good man.
But he just wasn't ready for the truth.
That the apparatus of the medical profession was responsible
for his daughter's death just as surely as it was for my son's.
How do you know he wasn't ready?
We fell out.
So that's what this has all been about?
Money? You exploited my grief.
You contacted me. What was I thinking? What the hell?
What the hell was I thinking?
I mean, look at this stuff. This is junk.
This is madness.
This is Elvis on the bloody moon.
I'm sorry, I mean, you're a nice person and everything but...
my daughter was not irradiated by a conspiracy of doctors.
I'm sorry, but your son died of a common or garden brain tumour.
There's no hidden truth.
The only big lie
is that there's any more to it than that.
Now, I'm sorry.
I thought I'd never hear from him again but a week later.
Is this your idea of a joke, Denise?
Sending that couple to ask for money, then sending them after my wife and children?
I don't know what you're talking about. The funeral attire's a very nice touch. Very creepy.
Now my son can't sleep at night!
Donald, listen. I didn't send anyone to speak to you.
If you do find Donald,
tell him I didn't want his money.
And I didn't send those people.
I just wanted to help him.
So they did approach Rees directly? Yeah, and he keeps it to himself
because he doesn't want his family to be any more freaked out than they already are...
Right, I've isolated the calls from Donald Rees to Denise Metcalfe.
9.07am, Tuesday October the 2nd 2007.
And that was the day after the couple appeared to Julie and the kids.
Yeah. I've also double checked the dates of Miranda's hockey match just to be sure.
So it was about applying psychological pressure.
Attrition with a little dash of theatre.
We know who your children are, where they are.
Yeah, but it worked, didn't it?
Because three days later, Donald Rees goes to the bank and takes out £100,000 in cash.
And, according to Denise's account, they went after the kids after Rees turned them away.
Right, now these funeral outfits, Grace, I mean they're clearly
designed to freak the living crap out of the Rees family, aren't they?
Harbingers. Harbingers?
Well, there are various fundamental primal things that induce fear.
Jung called them universal archetypes.
- Like spiders? - Yeah.
Like spiders.
And funeral blacks are comparable because they provoke a set of predictable fear responses.
You know, like children's terror of being buried alive.
But we're not saying Rees was creeped out into coughing up a hundred grand?
No. They must have had something specific and personal on Rees.
We'll check the bank's CCTV. Three years on? You'll be lucky.
Well, since 9/11, most insurers won't let bigger clients
scrub tapes for five years.
So you're OK with Boyd getting you to break into private residences?
It's not like it's routine.
You can say that again.
He's close to retirement, you're not.
You should think about your future and if that means saying no to him,
say no to him. I say no to him all the time, OK?
Is that why you scurried back from National Crime Squad
at the first request?
Boyd and me,
it's a lot of history, it's...
Complicated?
Yeah. Exactly.
But I guess you know a bit about "complicated" yourself, hmm?
That's why you're down here with us.
In the dungeon.
Working for another DSI
when you should be fronting up your own thing.
That's some gift for listing information you've got there, Spence.
Here they are.
Grace was right. They confronted Rees before they approached the kids.
Looks like he gave them short shrift but they handed him a piece of paper
which he put inside his coat pocket.
'The number you have dialled is unavailable.
'The number you have dialled is unavailable.'
I don't understand. Why didn't Donald tell us?
He knew how scared we were.
Probably for that very reason.
Are you close to finding out who they are?
Yeah, we are. We are a bit closer, thank you.
But are you absolutely certain that you can't help
us at all in that area?
If I could, do you really think I'd keep it from you?
I knew that Dad had seen them too. I knew it.
He was waiting for them. Miranda. Watching for them.
Deja vu.
One little difference.
This time he went off with them.
Friday the 5th of October.
Same day Rees quit his job.
And approximately an hour after he withdrew the £100,000.
In that last month, when he was home with us,
it was like he had to be near us.
Like he was storing up all these memories and feelings.
Drinking us in before...
Before?
Before they carried him off. That's nonsense. They were spirits.
She has an overactive imagination.
OK, Mum.
Where the hell is he?
People turn up. After long periods.
Don't they? I mean, tell her. Tell her. It happens all the time.
Well, it happens, but it's rare. He died the day that he left us.
That night. If he was alive I'd have known it.
I've have felt it even if he was in Australia!
Miranda, please! Stop it. Sorry.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.
You should have thought of that before.
Excuse me. Sorry. Spence?
He met them a second time.
I've sent a clip to your phone.
It's weird. It's like Rees is going with them but against his will.
Like they're taking him to the bloody scaffold. OK.
April 2007.
Nicola Rees here dies of cancer.
So we forward wind six months to 5th of October 2007.
And her father, Donald Rees, having met this unidentified couple for the
second time, hands in his notice at the bank,
Schultz Neumann,
without any warning or explanation, and takes out £100,000
from his own bank.
And he makes no effort to get another job, or any other banking job,
for that matter, for the next five weeks.
Like he just gave up. So, why?
And after five weeks hanging around the house
he goes for a drive one Saturday afternoon and is never seen again.
So where does he go and who does he meet?
Maybe he wanted revenge. Or at least his money back.
Well, given that this picture was taken an hour after the withdrawal,
they could be the recipients of the hundred grand. OK, so was this a pay off?
We've been over this, yeah? They had the goods on him.
Oh, what goods? Come on, Spence.
This man, he didn't drink,
he didn't smoke, he didn't take drugs, he didn't gamble.
I mean this man lived an extraordinarily modest life
considering his means.
You just go on about the same thing you know.
Dad's got the rest of the day off.
What do you want to do more than anything
in the whole world, anything Dad can make happen?
I want to go to the zoo.
Done, what else?
I want to never see any more doctors ever again.
The mobile number you found in Rees's jacket, pay as you go mobile
bought with a credit card by an Ernst Geiger on Shaftesbury Avenue.
An unusual surname so I ran it through a few databases,
PNC, VISOR, CRIS. I got a hit.
Two hits.
Ernst and Elsa Geiger.
Reported missing from their house in Peacehaven,
West Sussex, October 2007.
No reported sightings since.
The major networks will only track a phone to the nearest cell site.
A more detailed analysis and breakdown of the data is possible through third party companies.
And you know a guy who knows a guy?
It's a girl, actually. So the Geigers' phone went offline on October the 5th 2007.
The same day as Rees went off with them.
And the phone was last tracked to this area of Dagenham marshes.
Now there's not much there except an old paper mill.
Hi. Hey.
Got a little more background on the Geigers.
He was a taxi driver and she was a florist.
Lived in Putney, south west London until they retired
to Peacehaven in 2002.
Mind yourself.
Kids? Yes.
Son, Andrew. He died aged two.
The investigation into their disappearance was aware they'd spent
a week in London but focused their search in Peacehaven
because their car was parked in the driveway.
Eve?
Boyd! There's something in this hopper!
Where are you? Just here.
I can't see anything. There's something in here.
There may be better access from above. Let's go.
I'll go in. OK.
Watch your head. Yeah.
OK. Must be this way.
Eve! Yeah. Here!
Looks like we've found them.
DNA and dental records will confirm, but I found Ernst Geiger's
driving licence and bank card in his jacket pocket.
Any sign of the hundred thousand cash?
No. But I did find this in Mrs Geiger's pocket.
It's a £50 note bag from Coutts Bank.
Where Rees withdrew the money in fifties.
Maybe we're looking down the wrong end of the telescope. In what sense?
In the sense of thinking of Rees as a victim.
Maybe he went AWOL because he knew one murder
means a life tariff, never mind two.
That's a bit of a leap. Is it?
Well, he's the last person to see the Geigers alive, he quits his job that day, then spends
five weeks hiding under his duvet before vanishing without a trace.
Yeah, and retreat and regression are documented symptoms of psyches
crumbling under extreme stresses, like guilt.
Or grief. I mean, grief is an intense stresser, isn't it, Grace?
Yes, it is, but we do have Denise Metcalfe's account of his aggressive and unstable behaviour.
Denise Metcalfe is certifiable. She's a nutter!
We need to find out what these Geigers are about,
specifically their relationship with Rees.
So, is their place in Peacehaven still intact?
I think so. They had no mortgage and no surviving relatives.
We need the local police to get us in and to keep the media out.
Well, I'm going to be stuck here a while, babe, so don't wait up.
Make sure she looks at her spellings, she's got a test tomorrow.
All right.
Love you.
Hello?
Get out from behind there now.
I'm going to count to three.
One.
Two.
Three.
No, please.
Arrgh!
Arrgh! Arrgh!
Aargh! Shit!
Ambulance and a fire engine, please.
An officer has been set alight. Yes, three, Grimfield Lane, Peacehaven.
Donald!
Donald! You can't run forever! Donald!
It's not Donald Rees.
How do you know? Because he was cute with his daughter in a home video?
You think you've seen his soul?
WPCAllen's death wasn't quite in vain.
She interrupted the killer before the fire took hold.
Help! It's my daughter! I found this list of names in Rees's papers.
A conspiracy of doctors?
Rees feels bad about the economic downturn
and he gives them £100,000 of his own money.
It's coercion. You said yourself,
they're leading him to the bloody scaffold.
How is any of this going to help find Donald?
They can't find what's wrong with me. Drives Mum nuts.
How much? 25,000.
Hello, Miranda. I'm not all right.
I'm dying, Mum.
You leave me and you'll burn in hell.
Stop! Hell of a place to die.
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