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- You okay? - Fine.

Scared.

Your taxi.

I'm so sorry, Sheila.

Thank you.

I know you're in there!

Ray!

Ray!

Sir Phillip. Asil.

Your son sent me.

- Mr Slater. - No, no, no, no, no.

You said you were coming tomorrow.

- We need to do it now, I'm afraid. - What...

Well, it's their anniversary. We were having a...

Sorry.

Everyone listen up, please!

Can you listen to me, please?

Can someone turn the music off, please?

What on earth is going on?

We'll speak to you in one second, Mr Slater.

Okay, we have a warrant to search this property,

alongside the gardens and the outbuildings.

So I'm afraid the party is over.

And with the exception of the immediate Slater family,

we would like you to leave as quickly and as quietly as possible, please.

Thank you.

Hi, this is Lizzie. Please leave a message.

Hello, love. It's me, again.

Please call,

even if it's just to say that you're safe.

I love you, babe,

very much.

Okay, Mr Slater. So earlier tonight...

- Am I under arrest? - No, you're not under arrest.

And you're free to leave any time you choose

but we hope you'll want to help us with our investigation and, um...

give us your side of things.

My... My side of what things?

I am going to caution you, though,

and tell you that you do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned

anything you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

My side of what things?

As I was saying, um, earlier tonight,

your son rang our station

following a conversation he had this evening.

What? He rang you from our party?

He did.

And I spoke to both him and your wife

and she confirmed what she had told your son.

Which is that she believes

you buried a body in woodland

at the bottom of your garden,

sometime in the late part of 1978.

That... That's just not true.

I mean, you must know, she has no idea what she's saying.

You know, it's... It's not true.

You must know that.

It... It is not true.

Yes, I pressed her, of course I did,

- repeatedly, for specific detail. - She actually said...

She actually said she saw him digging a hole in the copse

in the middle of the night and then he got something...

- Stuck it down there. - Something?

It was probably a carpet, Matt.

'Cause that's what a sane man does in the middle of the night, isn't it?

You think she's sane?

According to you mate, she's fine,

a little forgetful, but other than that, fine.

She actually said that she thought it was a body?

Yeah. Yeah, she did.

And she waits 40 years to tell anyone?

Which is why when she did I just felt I...

I had to call the police.

But I swear this, I never meant...

I never meant for this on their anniversary.

They said they're taking them both to Ely,

I think one of us should go there, be there for them.

Fine, you go. I'll... I'll wait here.

Matt, all I want is for me to be as wrong

as I've ever been about anything.

I don't care if Mum and Dad never spoke to me ever again.

I just want to be wrong.

How far's their nick?

- Ten minutes. - Hmm.

Their guvnor asked if we could give him an ETA.

- Is the house clear of guests? - Yeah, clear now.

Tell him...

Tell him we have absolutely no idea.

How many friends you have, man?

Where is she?

Ray?

Where have you taken her?

- Where have I... - My wife.

What have you done to her?

I don't know where your nigger-hating wife is, Ray.

Now, piss off

before I bust you up proper.

I want to say...

I want you to know,

if I've never said it before,

it has tortured me every single day

of my life...

... what I did.

Every single day.

And I'm so sorry.

Come on.

Come on. Hup, hup.

Dog's been through the whole house three times.

There's nothing there.

What do we think this is now, guv?

Do you think we could have multiple bodies out there?

That Jimmy was just one of many?

We think...

We have to take it seriously, what she said, we have to but...

Claire Slater's a woman who's losing her mind

so, we think, we hope...

I hope that she's wrong.

And that there's nothing here. Nothing at all.

Coming.

Hello?

Oh, it's Sheila from the community centre.

Oh, hi, Sheila. Hang on.

Hi.

I'm so sorry to disturb you this early, Grace.

It's fine. Are you okay?

- Do you want to come in? - Oh, no, no, no. I'll be very quick.

I just thought you had a right to know.

I had to go down to the police station last night

and tell them it was Robert

who stole the money from the community hall safe.

He admitted it to me yesterday.

And also that he'd been stealing from the church for quite some time.

And you.

He told me he'd stolen some of your jewellery. Wouldn't tell me why.

Oh, he needs help, Grace. He really does.

God bless.

You wait for it all your life,

the knock on the door.

And one day you wake up

and realise your life is the knock on the door.

The police never came. There was...

no trial, no prison sentence, but you were punished.

What you got, Lulu?

Show me, then. Good girl.

What you got?

Okay, we've got something!

Steady, steady.

How sure?

If it were me, I'd dig.

We need a tent down here, please!

Yeah, you need to get up.

Well, thank you for taking time to speak to me. I know...

Don't be silly, Grace.

I'm just so sorry.

And I want you to know we're all thinking of you and praying for you,

all of you.

Thank you, Geoff. Bye. Bye-bye, now.

They think he might've been stealing money for years.

Tens of thousands.

Spent on what?

Don't know.

Wasn't on us, though, was it?

That was my grandmother's ring.

How can you know someone your whole life and then...

How does this happen?

How do you think people deal with it?

Deal with what?

Ma'am.

All these cases where

people pretend to be one thing for half a century

and then turn out to be something else.

Wonder if they still love 'em?

Or do you just cut off?

Say, "I'm sorry.

"Loved someone else.

"I loved the person you said you were."

Here!

We found something!

- What is it? - Just there.

Oh, no.

Robert?

Good morning.

Morning, Geoff.

So, uh...

Grace rang me.

Sheila went round there this morning after she'd been to the police.

Okay.

So, how should I do this?

Do you want me to speak to our mob first or...

Well,

we would, of course, love to know what you've been spending it all on.

But I think you owe it to Grace to tell her first.

I'll drive you round there, if you like, and then to the police.

Well, for what it's worth, none of it was for me.

And I'll walk, thanks.

Robert.

Don't try and stop me, Geoff.