Bancroft

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.

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.