The Flight of the Eagle (Ingenjör Andrées luftfärd)

I'm pregnant.

'Police in Polesford are continuing their search for the missing

schoolgirls Poppy Johnston and Abigail Toms. Shit. What?

Suspect's wife, I know her. She was my best friend.

I'm going have to go to Polesford. All right, I'll get them to endorse

access to Linda Bates, but no stepping on anyone's toes.

We're going to be grandads! Come here.

It's just weird being back.

You know, seeing Linda.

Two girls,

one missing over three weeks. What do you think?

'Abigail's burnt remains were discovered in woodland yesterday.

'Poppy Johnston is still missing.'

So, let me guess... coppers.

How's the holiday in Murder Town?

I mean, no-one really knows anyone, do they?

Do you ever think about what happened all them years ago?

Yeah. Every day.

So, is it mine?

I used to come here when I was younger.

It wasn't deserted then.

We used to go crazy in those cornfields.

I was younger... getting off with boys,

fumbling around like we knew what we were doing...

And this is relevant, is it?

To you being pregnant with my kid.

It's not yours.

Ah, come on!

It is relevant. If you just wait...

Fine. Tell me the story.

It's what I do, Adam. I sabotage my life.

You know, you think I was unhappy, but maybe it was the opposite.

Maybe I was just terrified of the happiness I was feeling.

Does he know about us?

What do you think?

How about I tell him?

Oh, yeah, that's a great idea,

then how about I tell the rest of the force? Cos that'll go down well,

shagging your colleague's girlfriend.

You'll be trusted undercover.

Helen, I didn't come here to have a scrap with you.

I came here because... Yes, to talk to you about the baby,

but also to say that, if it is mine...

and I reckon there's a pretty high chance it is, don't you...?

that I want to be a part of its life.

And I want to be a part of yours.

As most of you will already know, Stephen Bates,

the man we believe to be responsible for the murder of Abigail Toms,

is now on remand awaiting trial.

While I commend Detective Inspector Cornish

and his team for their excellent work on this tragic case,

we must not lose sight of the fact that there is an inquiry still ongoing,

so Poppy's parents, Michael and Annette,

are going to make a short statement,

after which I will be happy to answer any questions.

Stephen Bates has persistently refused to tell police

where our daughter is.

So today we are appealing to anyone who might know anything

to please come forward and help police find Poppy.

She has been missing for five days now

and we are desperate to hear from her.

Poppy is only 16 years old and it's completely

out of character for her to leave home without telling us.

And we just want her...

All I am saying is just go home... let me have my space...

and then when I'm back in Manchester, you know, we...

Oh, shit!

What's wrong?

'I'm at the hospital.'

Stephen Bates tried to kill himself.

Right, OK.

Thanks for letting me know, I'll be over there as soon as I can.

What?

I've got to go... you need to get out.

You what? We're in the middle of nowhere!

Well, ring a cab.

I don't have a number.

Oh, Google it. I've got to go, now.

You need to tell him about us and about the baby.

And you need to decide what future you want.

Hey.

He got hold of a ballpoint pen, tried to do his wrists.

Is he all right?

No-one'll talk to me.

No-one'll tell me anything.

Looks like he was trying to take the easy way out, don't it?

That's what they'll say, isn't it?

They'll say that in the papers.

Still think he didn't do it?

Admit it doesn't exactly scream innocence.

But right now the entire country thinks he's a child-killer.

How do you think that feels?

Pretty terrible.

Yeah, especially if it's not true.

Thought you'd been warned off.

Cornish told me he'd told you to go home.

Yeah. I have.

Helen, people's careers can get ruined by stuff like this.

Is she really worth it? Linda?

'You have two new messages and five saved messages.

'Helen, it's Jenny. Have you spoken to Paul yet? Ring me back.

'Bye.

'Hey, Hels, I'm just heading into town,

'why don't you meet me in the pub in a bit?'

Paul, we need to talk.

Paul, I've got to tell you something. Paul... I...

I really messed up, Paul, and, er...

I really hope this baby's yours, but...

Look who it is... Linda Bates's girlfriend.

Fucking rug-muncher. Waiting for you at home, is she? The murdering bitch.

All right, lads. Shut your mouth!

Eh! You know I'm a policewoman, right?

We don't give a shit. We knew Abi and we knew Poppy.

All right, this is intimidation, so if you don't get out of my way, now, I'm...

Helen Weeks!

Phil! Wha...

Paul asked me to come.

What? I thought you hated the countryside.

Oh, not the countryside as such, just everyone in it.

And how often do you find out that one of your best friends

is having a... cause for a celebration?

I demand Champagne immediately,

or, er, failing that, several pints of strong Continental lager.

Shall we?

I'd love to.

Hey!

What is this place?

Hell on Earth.

So, I popped in to see the coroner and I saw the body.

How did you do that?

What can I say, the guy must've liked me, I have a certain charm.

'.. reporting from outside the East Derbyshire Hospital where

'we've been informed Stephen Bates has been admitted. Police...'

Guilt. '.. refuse to comment on why...'

He tried to top himself, couldn't live with it.

Looks like they've got their man.

So, how is the body?

Not a lot left of her, to be honest...

most of the skin had been removed by insect invasion.

Tell me about the report.

Hello! Looks like I have an admirer.

Phillip!

What?

Phil! Eyes on us! Front and centre.

Tell us about the PM report. Yeah.

What about time of death?

Three weeks, give or take.

And this is where our creepy crawlies come in.

Three different types of insect were found in the remains.

Yes, I know, but, er... we're all just insect feed in the end.

Oh, cheery!

Right, well, er, time for a tinkle.

Phil. Phillip! No!

Oh, ye of little faith.

Hi, Dad, Syd, this is Phil. Phil, this is Dad and Syd.

Oh, my God, you've got a gay dad. How fantastic.

Hiya.

Come in. Hi. Hey, Syd.

Nice to meet you. Pleased to meet you. Hello.

Phil, great to see you.

Oh, cheers.

There you go. There you go.

Ah, nice and cool.

Piercings. You guys have piercings.

I could never have piercings. Scared of the pain.

It's the pain that enhances the pleasure,

if you have it in the right place.

Interesting job you got.

Oh, yeah, hanging out with dead people all day.

Yes, well, it pays very well but the conversation's often lacking.

It's amazing what they can do now, with all this tech.

I suppose you got to be smart these days to be a criminal.

You just need a detective with a massive ego who's happy to bang up the wrong person.

Cheers, everyone.

It's been a long day.

Oh, come on, the party's just getting started.

Oh, you'll be fine without me. Have fun.

Night. Night.

Right, let's crack out the poppers!

What do you think's going on?

I've no idea. But I think it's got something to do with this place.

I mean, who leaves and never comes back? Never?

Her father lives here, her sister visits.

Yeah, yes, the labyrinthine maze that is Helen's psyche.

Oof!

Bollocks!

God love the countryside.

So let's assume she wasn't dead three or four weeks.

In fact, nothing like four weeks.

How do you make a body that's actually relatively fresh

look as though it's been rotting for a while?

Well, never mind how... why?

Well, to falsify the time of death, I imagine,

but in that case... why burn the body?

Well, I was hoping you'd have an answer.

Well, it's just a theory, but, er, to open it up.

I think he burned the body just enough to open it up.

For what?

To put the bugs in.

OK, so, I'm him, I'm the killer, right?