I killed Michael and Susan Connors.
Both of them. They deserved to die!
Before you go down for 30 years for this girl,
you need to know that Annabel is not defending you!
We're releasing her on police bail.
Annabel had a strong influence over Charlotte.
How much did they steal?
Just under £10,000.
Thought about what I asked?
I'll talk to the Chief Constable tomorrow.
Bancroft did for Mrs Kamara, I know it.
I just can't prove it.
Well?
It's done.
They found the murder weapon,
a croquet mallet from the Connors' garden.
It's got Joe's fingerprints all over it.
Martin...
Don't bother.
You stop this, all right? Just stop it.
It's a free country. I can park where I like.
You've been here every day.
Leave my sister alone.
I'm here to check you're sticking to your bail agreement, Annabel.
I feel sorry for you.
The trauma you've suffered.
Fired after what, 25 years of service?
I'm on sick leave.
And on top of that, having to accept Joe's a murderer.
I don't accept it.
You're his mother.
It must be hard to see it.
I've never seen more clearly in my life.
I see you, Annabel.
Let's go.
Come on.
OK, listen up, everybody.
As you know, a Missing Persons Team has been on the case
for the last four days.
They've established that DS Andy Bevan was last seen here,
in this station, at 15:32 on Thursday.
After that, nothing.
When a colleague disappears, we all need to pull together.
If anyone has any information,
relay it to the team.
Or if you feel there's something confidential,
my door's always open.
Thank you.
All you've gotta do is a satellite trace on his burner phone.
"All"? Dad!
I couldn't do that from home.
I'd have to do it from work, illegally.
It could tell us what his last movements were.
He disappeared on 31st January in the afternoon.
No.
I've done this for you once.
I'm not doing it again.
No, you're right.
It's too much to ask.
Don't worry about it.
I'll have to find someone else to help me.
Mind you, these people, they can be quite unscrupulous, can't they?
Could shop me.
All this, how does it help?
If we're going with the assumption that Annabel did it...
The night of the murder, there's too much going on.
She goes up there, she kills Michael and Susan,
disposes of evidence, dumps the vehicle, sets Joe up...
And?
Annabel has a history of using patsies.
When she did the fraud at school, she did it with another girl.
It's the same pattern here.
She didn't murder her parents on her own.
Dear Lord, thank you for all my loved ones,
seated around this table.
Thank you for the food you've provided for us this day.
And thank you for the Christmas season,
when we can find joy in the birth of Jesus Christ.
Amen.
Dig in, everyone.
What's in the stuffing?
You ever played, Joe?
No.
Bloody terrible game.
Annabel's good at it.
Yeah. She's good at everything.
You're head over heels, aren't you?
I've never met anyone like her.
You might think you love her,
but she's not the right person for you.
Joe!
I don't know how to.
Come on. I'll teach you.
Croquet on Christmas Day is a family tradition.
Everything I thought about her was wrong,
every single thing that she told me was a lie.
I even confessed for her. How could I have been so stupid?
Well, if you're like that, it's easy to trick people.
Now we've got to go through every bit of evidence,
to try and find out how she set you up.
I think she drugged me, the night of the murder.
What?
Yeah, I was so out of it, the next day.
I was coming down from something, but it wasn't weed.
That would have allowed her to plant the trainers.
What about the murder weapon?
The mallet had my fingerprints on it
because she gave it to me at Christmas.
Maybe.
She's been planning this for quite some time.
Can you think of anyone that could have helped her,
like a friend, or an ex-boyfriend?
I think that she had an accomplice.
There was no-one she was close to.
I didn't really ask about boyfriends.
There was a friend from school, Charlotte.
Mm-hm, Charlotte Clay.
I'm going down for this, aren't I?
No, you're not! Not if I've got anything to do with it.
She was always in control. She'd plan everything.
Did she write any of her plans down? Not really.
Did she keep stuff? What do you mean?
Could she have kept any evidence? No, she threw things away.
Most things, anyway.
She kept her scrubs. She had a thing for blood.
What do you mean?
She liked it.
Sexually? Yeah.
Where does she keep those scrubs?
We've got a witness to the disposal of the murder weapon.
A young male, walking his dog, sees a van pull up,
woman gets out, chucks the mallet in the skip.
Annabel.
He hasn't picked her out from any of the photographs.
And he believes there was a second person in the vehicle.
Well, it wasn't Joe.
I'm just being straight with you.
We're still working on the assumption they did this together.
What if she did it with somebody else,
but it wasn't Joe?
Who then?
Joe told me that Annabel has a fetish for blood.
Erm, it turns her on.
She's got a locker at the hospital where she keeps her bloody scrubs.
I'll check it out.
What if she kept the clothes she did the murder in?
That's a huge risk.
For Annabel, this is a game.
It's all about the risk. The thrill.
It's all part of the fun.
If you wanna catch her,
you've gotta try and understand her.
So, Andy Bevan ended up here?
Yeah, his burner phone pinged in the centre of three masts,
which locates him there.
Talk about destroying the evidence.
Right, right, shush, shush, shush, everybody, shush, please!
Cliff has been in this service for 30 years now.
And as well as teaching us all to play chess
and telling us what to read on our holidays...
Is that all I'm good for, is it, book reviews and chess tips?
I was about to say, that we have all felt
that we could go to you if we had a problem.
Cliff, you're as straight as a die, and we're really gonna miss you.
To Cliff, everybody.
Good turn-out.
Any excuse for a drink.
And to distract from Bevan's disappearance.
Anything new, Ma'am?
Come on. I'm hardly going to leak, am I?
I'm only here for one more day.
We got a tip off from a registered informant.
He heard a man boasting that he works at a crematorium,
and he'd roasted a copper out of hours.
The burners at the crematorium were on all night on the 31st.
We're sifting through the ash, but it's going to be a long job.
Anything survive incineration?
Hip bones and teeth, apparently.
The coppers believed the crematorium information you gave them.
It's all there.
Thanks.
Yeah. It's a reunion, for the leavers of 2011.
We're still trying to get hold of Charlotte Clay.
Yeah, that's right. She left just before her A-levels, actually,
at the same time as Annabel Connors.
Six sets of scrubs, all blood-stained.
Why would she keep them in her locker?
Get them to forensics.
You never know, we might find a match to Michael Connors.
OK, yeah, not to worry.
If you do hear from her,
I wonder could you get her to give me a call?
Thank you, that's very helpful.
Thank you, bye.
What? What did she say?
She bumped into Charlotte at a Christmas fair.
Charlotte makes furniture.
Her married name is Charlotte Hampton.
She kept her card.
It has her address on it.
These are from her locker as well?
Do a check on her.
Let's bring her in.
Be careful.
Hi.
Are you Charlotte Hampton? Yeah, that's me.
Sorry, I thought this was your show room.
No, that's in town. Oh!
Do you mind if I look around, now that I'm here? Course not.
Thank you.
So, how long you been going? Three years.
What are you looking for?
Erm, a new dining room table.
Oh, we do them all to spec, so you can have whatever you like.
Sorry, it's a bit of a mess.
A bit short on storage, aren't you?
We had our van stolen a week or so ago.
Means we can't shift anything.
I've got some samples inside.
The catalogue's a bit out of date, but you'll get an idea.
Sorry about the mess.
Argh! Get off me!
Did you drive the van for Annabel? Did you go in the house with her?
Help her murder her parents? Maybe you got off on that.
What? It was nothing to do with me!
Who are you?
That doesn't matter. Just talk.
I can't, she'll...
I'll protect you, don't worry about her.
She said she needed the keys to the van,
that I shouldn't tell anyone.
That if I did she, she'd...
All that stuff at school, it would ruin me if people knew.
Yeah, well, you stole 10,000 quid, didn't you?
We paid it back.
No, your parents paid it back.
Bet Michael Connors was furious.
Did he punish Annabel?
How did you know?
What did he do to her?
He hit her with a belt.
He was a horrible man.
OK.
OK, so, she takes the van,
you know why she's taken it
and you don't think it's a good idea to go to the police?
She said if I did, she'd hurt me.
Is there anyone else she's close to apart from you?
Come on, Charlotte!
Her brother.
What, Martin?
No, she thought he was an idiot.
Adam?
Tell me about Adam and Annabel.
They were, they were close.
He'd had a tough time when he was young.
She had too.
You know, her mother dying.
Right.
He'd take us out from school.
He seemed cool.
Come on, Charlotte.
Come on. What happened?
You can tell me.
He took us out one Sunday.
He took us to the Lodge.
There's a cellar there.
It's kind of like their secret place.
They got me stoned.
Started messing around with each other.
Got me to join in.
She's in a sexual relationship with her step-brother.
What? 'And listen to this.'
After the fraud at the school,
Michael Connors beat Annabel with a belt.
He was a right bastard to her.
Who told you all this?
'Annabel's friend Charlotte Clay.'
I'm bringing her in. You shouldn't have spoken to her.
Adam helped Annabel kill Michael and Susan. I am sure of it.
You need to stop. If this is true, they could be dangerous.
Fuck!
Apparently the relationship between Adam and Annabel
has been going on a while.
I don't believe it.
Whoever this Charlotte is, she's got it wrong.
Did Adam get on OK with your mum?
They got on fine.
Fine. Is that all?
We were grateful to her.
Grateful?
Martin, why grateful?
We were small kids when she took us in.
We'd been in different foster homes.
She got us back together.
You and Adam were adopted?
Yeah.
By Susan.
Yeah.
I didn't know.
So what was it like when she married Michael?
It was OK. He was...
He was OK to us.
And Adam got on with him?
Of course!
He gave him a job in the business, didn't he? He liked Adam.
If Annabel and Adam were together, she'd tell me.
She tells me everything.
She wouldn't lie to me, would she?
Where are they now, Martin?
It's turn-around day at the lodge.
Again, Adam.
The thing about this place
is you can see a car coming from miles away.
We saw yours.
And it's not like I didn't recognise it.
You've been stalking me in it for days!
But still, I didn't think you'd just walk in.
No, actually, break in.
What is that? Arrogance? A superiority complex?
Whatever, it's fucking stupid.
People know I'm here.
What people?
Your friend Charlotte.
Charlotte's a drip. She won't let on.
And anyway, even if people did know you were coming,
no-one saw you arrive, apart from me and Adam.
What happens to you down here, Elizabeth,
it's going to stay our secret.
We didn't plan for you.
We picked Joe well.
We'd been looking for someone for ages, and he fit brilliantly.
He was so messed up about the old girlfriend.
So easy to set up.
And then there was you.
The one thing he didn't tell me about.
His mum, the copper.
Adam, you stop this now, I can get you a plea bargain.
You don't get it.
We've planned this together.
You didn't have it in you to kill Michael. I've seen the tape.
And did Annabel drown Susan, or was that you?
We did it together.
Why?
She was a boring, annoying woman.
And she drank too much. They both did.
It was disgusting.
Your dad wouldn't give you the trust fund money, would he?
You do know that, don't you, Adam? He knows.
Don't try and turn us against each other. It won't work.
The thing people don't get
is that killing isn't about being angry or upset
or wanting to get back at people.
It's about being bored, or annoyed,
or having to get rid of someone who's in your way.
Which is why I'm going to kill you.
Unzip her hoody.
Yeah, lift up her jumper.
I am making a cut at the fifth intercostal muscle
on the left side.
No, stay still, or I might cut the aorta.
Hardly hurts at all, does it?
But you're bleeding internally, as well as externally.
As the blood fills the pericardial sac
around your heart, you'll go into cardiac tamponade.
I'd say you'll be dead in about...
...55 minutes.
We'll bury her on the moors.
No.
No, animals might find her.
We'll put her down here somewhere.
She'll smell.
Not if we dig a deep enough hole.
We'll put her in the coal cellar.
What about all this blood?
What are you going to do about that?
You like the feel of it on your skin, don't you Annabel?
That doll, is it yours?
From the day your mother died?
Well done, Elizabeth. Top marks.
I bet you got covered in it too, didn't you?
Most children would have run away, but not you.
No.
I wonder...
...if my blood will feel the same as hers?
What were you doing when your father found you?
I was making pictures.
He was horrified, wasn't he?
Didn't want to take you to see a psychologist.
Frightened of what they might diagnose.
A child who plays in her mother's blood!
He couldn't look at you.
Couldn't bear to be near you.
So he sends you away to boarding school.
Holds back your money.
Warns nice boys like Joe against you.
And every time he looks at you...
...you can just see it in his eyes.
Fear.
Horror.
It just gets so... annoying.
Your words, Annabel.
Annoying.
Boring.
So you killed him.
You're so clever.
So fucking clever.
It's no use running, Elizabeth!
You're bleeding out, remember?
Get away!
You're gonna die down here, Elizabeth.
Hey, Elizabeth.
Fun fact about blood.
Did you know it makes up about seven percent
of the weight of the human body?
So you're going to die lighter than when you woke up this morning.
Cool, eh?
Mummy's blood was really dark.
I know why now. It was deoxygenated.
But then, it was this black liquid pumping out of her.
I put my hand on her neck, tried to stop it.
She died looking at me.
I didn't know what to do.
That's why I started playing.
So, you're right, that Daddy found me in the blood.
Made me pray every day to wash away my sins.
I felt bad enough anyway.
He didn't need to make it worse.
Argh!
You wouldn't kill me.
Are you sure about that?
Just do it.
Just fucking do it!
Thank you.
When did they release you? Yesterday.
You've been unconscious for nearly three days.
I just can't believe that Annabel and Adam...
Don't.
Don't think about it.
How are you?
I'm OK.
I'm gonna be OK.
Where are you staying?
He's with me.
Well, you know, you can come home. Your old room's still there, so...
Yeah. I'm gonna stay with Gran for the moment.
I will come and see you.
It's just I need to get my shit together
and it will be easier at Gran's.
OK, OK.
Whatever works for you.
Listen, Doctor, it's been long enough.
Look, I can walk, I can talk.
I can probably run a bloody marathon.
Just let me out.
One more day.
I am going mad in here.
You've got enough people coming to see you.
Your police colleague was very insistent.
What colleague?
Got some reading to keep you amused.
Look at you.
So there was enough evidence, then?
We got the belt, found the bloodied clothes and shoes
in the cellar room, with a match to Michael's blood on them.
Charlotte Hampton's admitted
she gave Annabel the keys to the vehicle.
The video is a confession in itself.
CPS are confident they can convict both Adam and Annabel.
Thank God for that.
It's down to you.
Well, you'd have got there in the end.
Sure, without a bullet in my shoulder,
and you ending up half dead.
Well, I was in a hurry.
We can't credit you with any involvement.
I don't want to give the defence anything to play with.
I don't want any credit.
I got Joe out of prison, That's all that matters.
How's he doing?
Yeah, he's good, he's good.
Yeah, he will be.
And you?
Never better.
Annabel told me she goaded you,
saying you wouldn't kill her.
And you said, "You sure about that?"
I was just trying to scare her.
That's all?
I didn't kill her, did I?
No, you didn't.
But death seems to follow you.
What does that mean?
I'm not sure, to be honest.
Well, just drop it, then.
Well, the thing is, I find that I can't.
You can't what?
It's all part of the same thing,
but I find I can't stop thinking about you.
♪ For she's a jolly good fellow
♪ And so say all of us. ♪
Welcome back, Guv. Welcome back.
My God!
Here you go. Get this down you.
What are you like?
Are you off sick leave now?
What sick leave, eh?
The Chief Constable wants to see you.
OK, sure, grab hold of that.
And you...
Morning, Frances.
Elizabeth Bancroft, I'm arresting you
for conspiracy to murder Detective Sergeant Andrew Bevan.
What? What are you talking about?
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention something you later rely on in court.
Wait, is this a joke?
Superintendent Walker found your burner phone.
I came to the hospital.
You were sleeping so peacefully.
You searched my stuff?
I was half dead.
I'd been attacked by a couple of psychos.
I wouldn't bandy that word around. Fuck off, Cliff.
Look, all right, listen, I admit it,
I was running Daanish as an informer,
and Andy Bevan was helping me.
I trusted you, Elizabeth, believed in you.
You wanted the drug figures down and that's how we did it, all right?
But I have got nothing to do with Andy's disappearance.
Murder.
His DNA's been found in the crematorium.
Your phones revealed how much you were in contact with Kamara
the night he was killed.
Cliff has had it in for me for years.
OK? This is fucking bullshit.
I mean, why would I want Andy Bevan dead?
Why? He was blackmailing you.
Where are you even getting this information, Cliff?
We offered a deal,
and Daanish Kamara's been much more helpful than you'd imagine.
Daanish is lying. He's lying!
Tell it to a lawyer.
You would believe a criminal's word over mine,
after everything I have done for this force?
You're the criminal!
You're lying, corrupt and depraved.
You're a cold blooded killer.
Fuck you, Cliff!
Fucking get off!
I'm fucking gonna kill you!
Why wouldn't you just leave it, Cliff?
Why wouldn't you just leave it?
Get the fuck off me!
What you staring at?
Get off me!
Pig! Pig! Pig! Pig!