Place of Execution

Hello... Custody Desk.

Yeah, about an hour ago.

Yeah, okay.

Catherine Heathcote?

- Yes. - Can you take a seat, please?

I--

Yeah, would you bring Sasha Heathcote in, please? She's here.

You pulled some strings-- A chief constable no less.

Yeah, and he wanted...

to know what you were doing...

keeping a 15-year-old in the cells overnight.

She was drunk out of her skull and wouldn't give us her name.

Maybe this'll scare some sense into her.

Sasha... Sasha.

What possessed you?

- Smashing windows? - Sorry I inconvenienced you.

I'm talking about you.

Vandalizing shopping malls?

I mean, criminal damage?

That'll be on your record now.

- I know. - Do you know that?

- I know. - Any university--

I know, I'm such a disappointment.

Look, I'm-- God, I'm terribly late...

for a screening now.

Um, take a cab home...

and get some rest.

- Here. - Which home--?

Dad's or your flat?

Dad's.

Oh, God, no.

He's at the airport already,...

isn't he?

Well, Gran's then, okay?

Go to Gran's and I'll see you there tonight.

Are you all right?

Sasha?

What?

You'll go to Gran's,...

won't you?

Hello... Morton Police.

Hello, listen, I need help.

Uh, my daughter's missing.

Sh-She took the dog for a walk and she's not come home.

All right, lass, let's keep it calm.

How long's she been gone?

More than four hours.

What's her name?

Alison Carter.

She's 13.

I'm, I'm Ruth Carter--

I-I mean, Hawkin.

Uh, we live at the manor house in Scardale.

All right, Mrs. Hawkin, we'll have someone out there right away.

What was that?

A girl from Scardale, sir.

Took her dog for a walk, hasn't come home.

How old is she?

13, sir.

- How long's she been missing? - Several hours.

I'll take that.

I'll go myself.

Why would you do that, sir?

I don't like the idea of a young girl missing out on the moors,...

not with night coming on.

It's just a young lass having a snog...

with her boyfriend.

Nonetheless, I'm gonna go myself.

Right.

Just get my coat, then.

No, you don't have to come, Sergeant.

Can't have you getting lost on the moors, too, sir,...

not with night coming on.

What made you decide to go out personally...

that first day to Scardale?

Uh... I don't really know.

Uh--

Maybe it was the name of the village... Scardale,...

like two halves that didn't quite fit...

together.

Scar... dale.

W-Were you worried immediately that first evening about Alison?

Yes, I think I was.

13-year-old child.

You feel protective.

You want to find out what's happened.

Hope that nothing bad's happened.

Sorry.

One afternoon,...

just before Easter in 1963,...

13-year-old Alison Carter walked out of her home...

and simply disappeared.

It happened here in the tiny moorland village of Scardale.

The story of Alison's disappearance...

transfixed the nation...

and was to become one of the most controversial cases...

of the era.

Where's the manor house?

It's up there.

Has Alison ever stayed out this long before?

Never.

When was the last time you saw her, Mrs. Hawkin?

She came in off the bus about, uh, 3 o'clock. She...

put her coat on, took the dog, and went.

And did she say anything?

"Hi, Mum. Bye, Mum."

I do hope this isn't all a,...

a fuss about nothing.

I hope it is, sir.

You know what I mean.

Uh--

Alison often takes the dog for a walk.

Are you the father?

Yes.

Stepfather.

Did she have a usual walk?

Yes, I can take you.

Darling, you should stay here in case she comes back.

I'll show them.

Did you take these, Mr. Hawkin?

Yes.

Is this Alison?

Would you mind if we borrowed this...

photograph?

We'll need to make some copies.

Would you like me to do that?

I have a darkroom.

Oh-- yes, yes, yes,...

that'd be very helpful indeed.

Swindells.

Yes, sir.

Here's a photo of the missing girl.

Her name is Alison Carter. I want you to make sure...

that everybody gets a good look at her.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you. - It's Miller, sir,...

and Satan. Uh, this is Satan.

The DI could have worked that out for himself, Miller.

He went to university.

- Didn't you? - Yes, right, um--

I'm going to interview some witnesses, okay?

Better get started. Right?

And what about the dog?

What?

- The dog. - Yes,...

- take the dog. - It might need something of Alison's.

If you want him to track her, that is.

Yeah?

Right.

With me.

What do you need?

Anything she's worn recently, you know.

Now, there you are.

There, you see.

What's that?

All right, Satan, there you go.

There you go, Satan--

Sir, it's started snowing.

Alison!

- Alison! - Alison!

Alison!

Alison!

Alison!

Alison!

So you and Alison were...

- on the school bus, Charlie? - Yeah.

Mum picked us up at bottom of the hill.

It was me, Ali, and Janet Crowther.

We came back here,...

we went to our homes, and I helped Ma with tea.

Not me, his grandma-- Ma Lomas.

Can you think of any reason why Alison might have run away?

No.

No?

Does Alison have a boyfriend, Charlie?

No.

Look, can I go now, help them search?

Not yet, no.

We just want to ask you a few more questions.

They've found Ali's dog.

Back! Back!

I want everybody back.

This is a crime scene. Why didn't you keep them back?

- Hold on-- - I did keep 'em back.

The dog's over there.

It's scared stiff, sir.

Somebody's tied up its muzzle.

Right.

And where does the trail lead from here?

Well, it doesn't. It just stops.

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Hey.

Oh.

There's a good lad.

There we go. There we go.

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

There's a good lad.

Let's get this off.

Shh, shh. It's all right.

It's all right.