The Crow Girl

We have now defrosted and processed

all of the bodies.

All male, except one.

Champignon de mousse.

So, she could have died in a swimming pool?

So you're someone else who wants to know

what it's like to be attracted to children?

It can be fun, you know? I'll make it fun.

Carl was an abuser. There were lots of parties.

May I ask, Harriet, why now?

I had a dream about my daughter.

She disappeared from school.

The church isn't always locked.

It's not just us, you know.

Stop!

He needs one more.

She knows too much.

Wait, are you timing?

Timing's irrelevant, though.

How long has it been though?

Emily?

Shush.

- Emily? - Shush!

Emily!

Jesus!

Did your hand get stuck or something?

'Cause I was genuinely spooked there for a second.

What was it like?

It's all right. It's not as bad as all that.

Did you even do it though?

Of course.

Anna, you twat!

Hurry up and put your clothes on,

- you're making me cold. - Here.

Anna!

My God.

Shit, it's all over you.

What about you, Bethan?

No, I thought not.

Charity case.

OK, come on. I can't be arsed with this lot.

Genuinely though, that's so lame.

Let's go.

Bethan?

Bethan, don't. It's done.

What do I have to do?

Quickly. I can do it.

You bring up a handful of the black silt

in between the rocks at the bottom.

It's stupid. Please, get out. You don't have to do it.

Bethan.

Bethan!

Bethan? Bethan?

Bethan!

Ma'am?

OK, that's...

It's Mary Burkeman.

A member of the public called it in.

Heard a loud splash and then a scream.

And it happened here?

I need this gone.

I need it to stop.

And at the moment, this just feels endless.

Death after death after death.

And we look incompetent, because we are incompetent.

I have worked my entire life.

I've done everything I was supposed to do.

And now it doesn't matter what I do,

this is all I or you will ever be.

We'll be the women that failed.

Kebabs.

Chilli sauce and onions on both. Delicious.

- Can I come in? - Sure.

I know it's late.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

I know. I know. It's...

been a weird day.

OK.

I'm partly here because of, Mary Burkeman.

You've found her?

Yeah.

It's not like the others.

She was pulled from the river.

So, that's the last of her family.

She's all alone.

If Victoria has done this...

will it stop now?

We need it to stop.

I need it to stop.

I've never felt so needed in my entire life.

And it is a horrible, horrible thing.

I can't let them down.

You won't.

You won't.

Yeah, I'm sorry it's 2:00 a.m.

It's absolutely 2:00 a.m.

I know.

Should I just fuck off and I'll see you later?

Sure.

Yeah, I'm not gonna kiss you, 'cause I just had a kebab.

So I'll just plant one there instead.

Night, night.

Night.

Control to all units,

we have reports of a break-in in progress.

Suspect may still be on the premises.

Backup requested, over.

Anything?

Nope.

Neighbour said they heard the smash.

Saw someone in a hood tryin' to jimmy the lock.

Have you tried the door?

Police! Is anyone here?

Looks like it's been empty for months.

My money's on drugs.

What the hell?

Rob? Rob.

David fucking White.

Staring at us on CCTV.

Are Victoria and David working together?

How could we miss this?

I... At the very least, these images confirm

that Victoria has been keeping her mother captive.

Could she have been...

delivering her?

Th-There's no way they'd be working together.

She's after his associates.

Yeah, as far as we know. What about Bethan Pryce?

What about her?

Well, the pond water you collected

was a match for the diatoms in Bethan's lungs.

She drowned in that pond near Beecham College,

while in Victoria Burkeman's year there.

She was then found hidden in a crypt

less than a mile from the school.

Yeah, I'm not doubting she's connected.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Yeah, I just...

I don't think Victoria is guilty of her death.

I don't.

What I don't understand is... is how she's

hiding so successfully.

She doesn't use cards,

she uses burner phones,

and we've only got her school photograph.

It's like we're chasing somebody who doesn't exist.

Ma'am.

Sorry to interrupt.

I followed up after your meeting with Eleanor Lowry,

and I found this image

from an online Oxford University archive.

The man here with the glasses

is the psychiatrist Dr Julian Carter.

He's the man who said that Victoria was lying

about being abused when she was a teenager.

This is him at Oxford. And this guy on the left...

Ben Burkeman.

And that is Bertram Lowry.

Carl's father?

And Eleanor's.

So when Dr Carter confirmed

that Victoria had made it all up,

it suggests a group of abusers

have used their own psychiatrist mate

to silence their victims.

Dr Carter died five years ago, cancer.

And Bertram Lowry passed away from a heart attack in 2010.

Fuck!

Why is everyone dead?

Well, I need coffee.

Mike?

Fuck!

Uniform called it in.

It was only when speaking to the landlord,

Victoria's name was flagged.

She leaves him cash in an envelope every month.

Has done since 2010.

He's in his eighties.

He's... he's, he's been living under a rock.

All right, guv?

This bracelet, that's a match to the one Bethan had.

Jeanette?

Yeah.

Look.

What is that?

Beecham College.

Hi, bunny.

I need everything in this room bagged.

Everything means something.

She broke that window on purpose.

She wants us to see.

We got a match.

That girl in the freezer.

Eva's analysed the semen found and we've got a match.

Liam Draper, 19 years old.

Previous for petty theft.

Shit.

Alex.

Has something happened? Is everything OK?

Is it Jeanette?