♪ ♪ CASSIE: Where, how, and why did he die?
♪ ♪ LEANNE: If there is anything to find, it's gonna be with the head.
CASSIE: Fogerty had four other probationers with him that night in his car.
One of them was you.
DCI Cassie Stuart.
We need to meet.
I have a criminal conviction.
ELIZABETH: Are you insane?
What are you doing?
We need to speak.
(cellphone ringing) Jake.
Found the rest of him.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ I've been upside down ♪ ♪ I don't wanna be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens, closes) ADAM: Heya.
So, how'd it go?
I think you need to let it go, Mum.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
It's got nothing to do with her.
(sets pen down) Right.
Just don't come running to me in ten years' time when you've got no money for a deposit on a flat.
Yeah, well, now I know.
Thanks for that.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (car doors locking, alarm chirping) (sighs) I am so sorry.
Don't be daft, it's not your fault.
(chuckling): Well, that sounds very nice.
(kisses): Doesn't it?
(chuckling) (both sighing) (running, laughter upstairs) How are the girls?
Oh, very excited to have their own rooms, as you can hear.
(running, laughter) Yeah.
I need more of this.
(distant dog barking, Jack coughing) (coughing) (coughs) DEAN: What's this?
CASPER: Year ten debating prize.
I won it.
When was this?
I did tell you I was doing it, but you had Jack's evening, so... Come on, mate.
So well done.
That is just brilliant.
And I'm so sorry if we're not always on it.
You know, he takes up a lot of our time.
But you... you're an... (voice trembling): You're an absolute star.
You really are.
CASSIE: Wow, he looks almost... mummified?
LEANNE: Well, with the fridge unplugged and open, that's pretty much what's happened.
Can we be sure it is Matthew?
I'll be sending samples for DNA, obviously, but it is male-- we have laryngeal prominence here-- and a quick look at the teeth certainly suggest the right age group.
And you know what I'm going to ask next.
The answer is a cautious maybe.
There's a depressed fracture over the temple here, which certainly has to be a contender for cause of death.
But let me do an X-ray, open him up, and then let's see where we are.
And did Jay call you yet?
The forensic botanist.
He's had some interesting results on the leaf material on the T-shirt.
Uh, uh, no.
LEANNE: Anyway, he'll call you.
(door opens) JAKE: So Murray's had a quick squint through the mobile phone records.
No indication any of them are speaking to each other yet.
Well, not on their regular phones, no.
JAKE: We're also looking into phone mast data.
Cheers, Leanne, we'll speak later.
♪ ♪ (knocks) Hi.
DC Fran Lingley, trying to trace a man we believe may have stayed here a few years ago.
Wondered if you had any records on him.
Name of Clive Walsh.
♪ ♪ SUNNY: Also, I spoke to Hendon first thing.
Trying to locate that intake's lead trainer for us.
I just think the more of a sense we can get of them as people... (keys jingling) 'Cause if this was a murder, that's just such an extraordinary thing for five newbie coppers to have been involved with.
(car doors unlock) That doesn't just come out of nowhere, does it?
(door closes) ♪ ♪ ELIZABETH: Fiona.
I have to search you, I'm afraid.
I have to check you're not wearing a wire.
(laughing): Wearing... Liz, why do you think that I... Or I walk away.
(exhales) And I need to see your phone.
I need to know you're not recording anything.
(animals chittering and chirping) FIONA: So...
I presume they've spoken to you, the police?
And what have you said?
I just told them the truth, Fiona, like we agreed.
I hope you did, too.
Oh... Oh, no, sorry.
It was 30 years ago!
What did you tell them, then?
I told them I was too drunk to remember anything.
Well, that can work for now.
And if they interview you again, then the truth can slowly come back to you.
You remember it?
Um... After Rob got pulled, you drove the rest of us home, before taking his car back to his, which was near where you lived.
And how did I get from Rob's to my flat?
And, um... What if they find out about the pub?
They won't find out about the pub.
They have no connection to us and the pub.
No names, anywhere.
They might find some-- that's what they do, you should know.
If they find out that, then they might find out about the rest.
(voice breaking): About what you did for me.
(crying): They might find out about everything.
I'm sorry, I just...
I can't, um...
I can't just be cold and hard about it, like you can.
I'm trying to remain as dispassionate as possible.
I think it's the most useful thing to do right now.
(birds chirping) I have to go.
If you need to contact me, I've set up a Hotmail.
(kisses) You're still beautiful, Fi.
I hope your life has been happy.
♪ ♪ MURRAY (on phone): So, three weeks before Matthew Walsh goes missing, he was cautioned for an incident at a pub.
A physical altercation with another drinker.
Now, he wasn't charged, so it can't have been that serious, but the reason I mention it is 'cause of the pub it was in-- the Ifield.
MURRAY: Hendon Lane.
Now, pretty much everyone who trained at the academy drank at the Ifield.
So I was thinking... What are the chances the ruck he had was with a probationer?
I like that, Murray.
I like that very much.
(music playing in background, indistinct chatter) CASSIE: Ian Henderson?
DCI Cassie Stuart.
(music continues) HENDERSON: Yeah, I trained all five of them.
CASSIE: Okay, can we start with Ram, then, please?
HENDERSON: Ram hasn't changed in 30 years.
He was a cocky little runt back then, and from what I've heard, he's still a cocky little runt now.
(chuckles) He used to play the race card every opportunity, and still does, from what I hear.
SUNNY: When you say "play the race card," what, do you mean, he objects to being called a Paki on a daily basis?
You come from Wales, you get called Taff.
Scotland, Jock-- it's the same difference.
CASSIE: No, it isn't, but let's maybe not go there right now.
So aside from being cocky, what was he like as a person?
Was he good copper material?
Here's the deal-- I always thought Ram would go right to the top or end up in prison.
HENDERSON: Listen, the lad was a smart boy.
(chuckling): There's no doubt about that.
He was ambitious, charismatic, very funny-- people liked him.
He was also angry.
Had a massive chip on his shoulder about his color.
You combine that with his risk-taking and his liking power a little too much, well, it makes him dangerous.
But the proof of the pudding, you check his disciplinary record over the years, yeah?
I mean, the guy obviously thought he was untouchable.
And worse still, he had a right to be.
Now, personally, I think if he'd have been white, he'd have been inside by now.
So you think he could have been capable of breaking the law?
SUNNY: Did you see anything, anything specific, when you worked with him that led you to this conclusion?
So it's just a generalized prejudice, then.
You wanted my opinion, I'm giving it you.
Okay, moving on.
(sighs) Dean Barton.
HENDERSON: Deano, oh, well, Deano was the polar opposite.
One of the most instinctive coppers I ever trained.
Fast-thinking, very analytical brain, great team player.
CASSIE: Oh, okay, so... RAM: Hello, mate.
CASSIE: Dean told me that... DEAN: All right, Ram?
...he left because he didn't think he was a team player.
All right, let me rephrase, then.
On the job, he worked well alongside the others, yeah?
But, uh... Yeah, socially, yeah, yeah, I'd agree with you.
Yeah, he was a loner, very private.
You trusted him?
He was straight as a die.
(writing) So tell me about Liz Baildon.
HENDERSON: Unsurprisingly, a natural.
Yeah, the Prof, we used to call her.
Great under pressure, very level-headed.
Oh, she's a great team leader.
She had a way of motivating people effortlessly.
And was she out then?
No, the climate was different to today.
Wasn't as easy to admit you were gay.
So no relationships that you remember?
Well, not in an open sense, but she was as thick as thieves with one girl.
And who was that?
HENDERSON: Your fourth name.
CASSIE: Fiona Grayson?
HENDERSON: Yeah, or the Wet Blanket, as we used to call her.
Literally no idea what she was doing there.
I mean, she was a perfectly capable lady, but she clearly hated the whole set-up.
(chuckling) And I wasn't surprised when I heard she quit.
And, finally, Rob Fogerty.
Yeah, I liked Rob, nice guy.
Felt sorry for him when I heard he got chucked off, but... Ah, it didn't surprise me-- he's not the sharpest knife.
CASSIE: And he was a big guy.
Was there any violence in him?
No, the opposite.
No, I really had to push him when we did restraint training.
No, there was nothing violent in Rob.
No, he was a real gentle giant.
And can you think of anything else connected to any of them that sticks in your mind?
Anything you haven't already touched on?
Yeah, the five of them, they formed a little gang.
I was never quite sure what it was.
I mean, they all came from very different backgrounds, had very different personalities, but there was some sort of connection.
Then, on the day of the passing-out parade, I think I saw what it was.
Not one of them had a guest.
Yeah, yeah, exactly right.
(chuckling): I mean, everyone has guests don't they?
Mums, dads, siblings, friends-- someone.
No, not them.
And I think that's what their connection was.
For whatever reason, they were out on their own.
So you're going to be able to find stuff out, do you think, if it moves forward, keep us ahead of the game?
I'll do what I can.
But obviously, if they start looking at us closely, they'll be looking at me closely, so... Bottom line, if we stick to the truth, Deano, we'll be fine.
So, I gotta go, fella.
That business the other day, all went all right?
Yeah, yeah, it was fine.
Thanks for helping out-- short notice.
Last time, yeah?
I've moved on now.
Absolutely, me, too-- it's a one-off.
You look after yourself, buddy.
♪ ♪ Sweet cicely?
JAY (on phone): Yeah, so it's native to the North, which means you're very unlikely to find it growing wild down here.
JAY: So within the rough area he was last seen in, I'd be looking for... (Sunny speaking on phone) ...vegetable plots in gardens or-- and for me this is the most likely scenario-- an allotment.
And he's happy to come in?
FRAN (on phone): Yes, he is.
SUNNY: We're on our way back.
Be there in about 20.
Okay, see you then.
Okay, Clive, shall we get going?
Fran's found the brother.
Turns out he was with Matthew the night he disappeared.
He was having a pee in the bushes when the car pulled up.
♪ ♪ Yeah.
I remember the case, because of his color.
The probationer involved in the altercation.
So the arrest sheet details that Walsh made a pass at a woman.
Who was also a probie, I think.
And she blanked him, and he got a bit lairy, and then a lad she was having a drink with intervened, and that's when it all kicked off.
After Walsh made racially abusive remarks, I think.
And I'm assuming it was just a bit of handbags, because Walsh only got cautioned.
No, not at all-- Walsh actually gave the lad a bit of a kicking.
So he was let off because my sergeant wanted it buried.
If Walsh had been charged, then there would have been a court case, and the probationer would have got in trouble, and... Obviously, we'd just started recruiting ethnic minorities, so it wouldn't have played out well for anyone.
So the fact there's no other names in this report, apart from Walsh's, that was deliberate.
I didn't write this report, my sergeant did, and he's been dead ten years, but yeah.
I'm guessing he was protecting the witnesses, the girl, and very particularly the Asian lad.
♪ ♪ CLIVE: And as we were walking across Napley Green, I decided to duck into a bush for a pee.
Just as I did, I heard this shout.
I turned, and I saw this car about 50 yards away, with a bloke getting out of the front passenger seat, and he was just running at Matty.
And do you remember what he looked like?
And what did your brother do?
Well, the bloke looked pretty useful, and angry.
And there was others in the car, so he just ran.
And I had just a second or two to decide.
You know, show him that there was two of us, eh?
Except I'd never had to fight in my life.
So I ducked down.
And I hid.
And then the driver got out, tall fella, ran off in the direction of the others.
And then about 30 seconds later, a third man.
And I could still see two others in the back seats.
After about five minutes, they got out, as well, and they all quickly off in the direction the others had gone.
But these two were women.
And that was it.
I never saw them, or my brother, again.
Why did you never say anything about this at the time?
I had a job, in Cyprus, in a club, and I had to fly out the next day to start.
This was before mobile phones, so I didn't even hear that he was missing for weeks.
And then when I did get back, early June, pretty much everyone just reckoned he was lying low, because of the warrants that was out for him.
Everyone reckoned he'd just turn up one day.
(humorless chuckle) Except me.
Because in my gut, I think I knew that he'd died that night.
(breath shudders) And the reason I never said anything, that's because I did not want anyone to know what a sniveling, gutless coward I was.
(tosses papers on table) Okay.
So we now know for sure that they all got out.
And in pursuit of the victim.
Which means, as far as I'm concerned, they're definitely all in the frame now.
JAKE: So here is an allotment.
And if we draw a line up from where the car stopped, up here, up here, and ending somewhere in the allotment, it fits very well with the various witness statements' sightings of the chase.
And if we can identify where exactly on the allotment this plant might have grown, we might find his actual place of death.
I mean, my guess is... Look, it would have to have been near the road, to pull the car up to.
Maybe we can even get some boards up.
Might trigger some old memories.
Okay, very good, thank you.
The only concrete thing I have is on Fiona Grayson.
A 1993 dangerous driving conviction.
Trying to get the original files.
But nothing on Elizabeth Baildon.
And nothing on-- well, apart from his internal disciplinary record-- on Ramjeet Sidhu.
Which we're looking into.
Yeah, and Dean Barton, no criminal record.
Although I am having trouble finding a couple of basic documents.
Can't find his birth certificate and I, and I can't find him on the census pre-'91.
And something else just to feed in as background, all five of them had no guests at their passing-out parade.
No family, no friends, no nothing.
Yeah, that's one to mull on, maybe.
And definitely a picture is starting to emerge of Ram Sidhu being a person who pushed the envelope, even back then.
We know he was probably first out the car.
So was probably the most likely to catch up with Matthew first, and then this afternoon, Murray slightly struck gold.
So, three weeks before Matthew disappeared, we got pretty good evidence to suggest that, in a pub in Hendon, he committed an ABH on Ram Sidhu.
(chuckling): No... CASSIE: The fight was over a girl.
No names in the arrest sheet, but we know our suspects were a bit of a gang, so there's a fair chance that they were all drinking together that night, and the girl was even Fiona Grayson or Liz Baildon.
For various reasons, Walsh only got a caution, and Murray's trying to track down Suzie Montgomery, the landlady.
But I think alongside opportunity, fairly reasonable now to suggest we also have a possible motive.
Albeit one that, for whatever reason, seems to have escalated from a reciprocal slap to something far more violent and involving four other people.
So I think we pull Sidhu in now, confront him with this, and see what we get.
Thank you, guys.
♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ You don't think we should wait till Murray finds out if Montgomery's still around?
I mean, if she can I.D.
Sidhu or any one of the women... What are the chances?
I mean, I was drinking in the Ifield just a few months later, and she was about 500 years old.
Let's get him in now, please.
(door opens, closes) (cellphone vibrates) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hey.
This is a nice surprise-- were you up anyway, or... No, no, here on a whim.
I thought if you had a half an hour, maybe we could just, uh... Oh, love, uh-uh, I haven't got half an hour.
Okay, ten minutes?
How about five?
I don't generally take lunch.
If you'd booked me last week or... "Booked you"-- wow, okay.
Sorry, I don't mean that like... No, no, no, it doesn't matter, it's fine.
Okay, I'll be quick, then.
So I went into all the agencies nearby, got a list of all the properties within our range, and that way, we can get an idea of what we're after.
So why don't you take a look and we could discuss later?
Ah... Ah, perfect.
Thank you so much for doing that.
Yeah, yeah, no problem.
So have you spoken to your dad again?
Uh, not since Addy took him out, no.
Spoke to a lawyer, though.
Only from work, mate of a mate.
I just wanted the top line on our rights.
I mean, listen, it's your life, but...
I don't think a lawyer is the way to go.
Yeah, I know, I know, I just... (exhales) I can't lose this anchor, John.
I wish I could, but... You know, on top of everything else, that woman, she, she's just, she... Yeah, I know.
I get that, I do, but please don't tell either of them you've spoken to a lawyer, because that will just... Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
(breathes deeply) Uh, I gotta go.
I'll look at these later, and then...
This was a nice idea.
And next week, hopefully I'll be freer, and then let's do it properly.
Yeah, I'll book you in.
(chuckles): Piss off.
(chuckles) (car door shuts, birds chirping) (calling): Hi.
Been trying to get hold of you.
Claire had no idea where you were.
I was at a meeting, why?
Jack's temperature's gone up to 101.
Do you think it's another infection?
(sighing): I don't know.
But his chest sounds dreadful, so, um, I called the GP.
All right, well, I'll go and see him.
You never told me the police had interviewed you.
Yeah, Claire made some joke about you being banged up when I asked her where you were.
Apparently, a detective came to the office the other day?
Yeah, I didn't want to worry you.
What was it about?
There's nothing that's ever going to be able to connect us to that now.
So what was it about?
(sighs): Just some weird historical case.
Some 30-year-old murder.
They thought I might have known one of the suspects.
No, of course not.
The interview lasted five minutes-- it's fine.
I'm going up and see the lad.
♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) CASSIE: 30th of March 1990.
The day of your passing-out parade.
Do you remember it?
Proud of your achievement?
So why no family there?
To share your day with you?
(chuckling): Because I was supposed to be a doctor or a lawyer, or go into the family business, apparently.
And how did that make you feel, that no one came to celebrate with you?
But I knew they'd come round, which they did.
I think they're very proud of me now.
You went to a party that night.
Do you remember who you went with?
Or what time you left?
(chuckling): 30 years later?
No, I'm sorry.
Do you remember who you left with?
A couple of them, yeah.
Okay, who was that?
Rob and Liz-- Fogerty and Baildon.
(pen scratching) SUNNY: Now, completely understandably, you couldn't remember who you went with, but, uh, quickly remembered who you left with.
Is there a reason that those names have stuck in your mind?
Because of something that happened that night.
SUNNY: And what was that?
So... (sighs) Rob, who was our designated driver, had, unbeknownst to any of us, had actually had a few drinks that night.
Dumb luck, on the way back into town, he got pulled over by the traffic cop.
He was breathalyzed, was over the limit, and he was nicked.
Ended his career before it even started.
So he got nicked, got taken away.
How did you then get home after that?
I think... Lizzie was allowed to drive Rob's car.
I think... She dropped us off in town first and then dropped Rob's car at his house?
SUNNY: And, uh... You still see Liz Baildon?
I mean, at the odd police event, but no more than that.
Have you discussed this with her over the past few days?
Just because your recollections are pretty much identical.
Well, it's what happened, so... (chuckles) And you don't remember any of the other people in the car?
And when the car was stopped by the police officer, was that the first time that journey that it had stopped?
SUNNY (softly): Okay.
So, I'm going to show you a photo of a man now-- the victim in this investigation, in fact, name of Matthew Walsh-- and I'd just like to know if his face is in any way familiar to you.
♪ ♪ No.
Have a good look.
(photo slides) No.
(photo slides) Okay.
I ask because we have a witness who says he saw a car with five people in it-- one unusually tall man, two women, and an Asian man-- pull up near a patch of ground called Napley Green.
And this is about a mile before where you were pulled over by the traffic cop.
And the witness says that one of the men that matches your description got out, calling, "Oi, Walshy Boy," and then chased after the victim.
So is your witness white?
What does that have to do with anything?
Okay, I'm not being funny or anything, but to them, we do all slightly look the same.
So you don't recognize this event, you don't recognize the name, Matthew Walsh, or indeed his face.
In fact, none of this rings any bells.
No, I'm sorry.
So I think that you know perfectly well who Matthew Walsh is.
And I think you know him, because only three weeks before this incident, I think you had a racially instigated fight with him in a pub in Hendon.
So, what evidence have you got for this allegation?
This was in the Ifield.
Yeah, what evidence?
Did you use to drink in there?
(chuckling) (sighs) I don't know where you're coming from with all this, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it's not from the same place as 90% of the crap I have to deal with comes from, but... You have nothing here.
I mean, a witness comes out of the woodwork 30 years after the event and says he saw an Asian guy get out of a car, and then a random Paki in a pub?
(chuckles): Are you serious?
Sorry, guys, but I think we're done here.
♪ ♪ Don't, just...
I just think we need to slow down, boss.
I just want it over.
I shouldn't even be here.
(chair moving, papers rustling) ♪ ♪ (animals chittering) (water running) So I heard her, the other day.
(water stops) The police officer with you.
That I have to resort to this.
You should have been better, Elizabeth.
I'm sorry, Eugenia.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm not a greedy person.
I don't want luxuries.
But I do want to be able to heat our flat, to feed my child properly, and once in a while, very rarely, buy her a pretty dress from Primark.
So really, not a lot, and a fraction of what you have, but still apparently too much for you.
No, I didn't say that.
My overdue gas bill.
And nine pounds an hour.
That's what I'm blackmailing you for.
Which sounds pathetic, even to me.
But if you don't give me this, I will tell the police what your mother told me.
Which I don't think you want.
So... Have a think, and then maybe we... No, I don't have to have a think.
You can have it.
♪ ♪ (door closes) Hey.
I just had a call from my brother.
He said he could not in all conscience keep what you told him from me.
And so I was just wondering if you had a conscience.
I was just wondering if you felt you could maybe give your partner a bit of a heads up as to what was going on.
♪ ♪ 27 years ago...
I killed a child.
RAM: I mean, what do people want the police to be?
Do they want us to be like them?
Just normal human beings who will screw up, who will make mistakes, and we all accept that?
We all say sorry and move on and that's the deal?
(sighs) Or do they want to believe that we're not the same, that, that we got some kind of special powers that they don't, 'cause, you know, that makes them feel safer in their beds?
What do they want?
'Cause it gotta be one or the other.
(exhales): We can't be both.
Mate, I can't even work the Apple remote, so.... (laughs) (exhales) FIONA: They said I was speeding, doing 42 in a 30-mile area, and I lost control going round a corner.
And I actually think she was on the wrong side of the road, but...
Either way, we collided.
And there was a toddler in the back, in a car seat that wasn't properly fastened.
And he died.
The little boy.
And I received a conviction for death by dangerous driving.
How... How could you never have told me this?
(shuddering): I know.
I'm so, so, so, so sorry.
(exhales) Was it your fault?
I don't think so.
But I'm not sure I'll ever really know.
(exhales) I'm just stunned, Fi, that you felt you could keep something so significant from me for 17 years-- how do you do that?
How do you do that and stay sane?
I mean... Is there anything else you need to tell me?
No, that's it.
If we lose our deposit, I swear, Fiona... ♪ ♪ (drink pouring) DEAN: Hey, what's the matter?
Hey, hey, hey.
What's wrong, babe?
Do you ever get angry, Dean?
And I don't just mean for being naughty, I mean for... For being him.
Um, no-- no.
Sometimes-- not often, like... Half a dozen times in his entire life, maybe, I, um...
I blame him.
I blame him-- not his disability.
For all I tell myself he's stolen from us.
(sniffles): From you, from me, and from Caz... Marnie... And I'm telling you this, Dean, because I want you to know that I am not who you think I am.
That part of me is just an awful person.
But an awful person who-- well, at, at least I hope, despite what I have just told you-- you still love.
Well, of course.
So surely, surely, that means you can tell me stuff.
About your past.
About your family, whoever they are.
Things that, that maybe you think will make, make me hate you or fear you or whatever, I don't know, because it just won't.
But what is killing me is the secrets.
The years of secrets, the writing of a Mothers' Day card to a mother you told me that died.
And going to Calais when we were supposed to have given up all that crap years ago.
I mean, you weren't lying about where you were today?
Just, I, I can't take it anymore, I just...
I can't take the secrets and lies, not when we've got so much else to deal with.
So, please, just talk to me, Dean.
You're tired, Marne.
I am, too.
We will do this, but not now.
MAN: He's just down there at the end with the white beard.
JAKE: Okay, cheers, mate.
♪ ♪ KAREN: So those are the original files connected to Fiona Grayson's driving conviction in '93.
And it turns out that a child died during this incident, in the car that she collided with.
One of the officers attending smelt alcohol on Fiona's breath and so obviously tried to give her a test at the time.
But she was so upset, crying hysterically, that they were unable to successfully give her one at the scene, so she was arrested and taken to the local nick where a blood test was taken there instead.
It was lost.
Lost where, the lab or the nick?
The nick, before it got sent to the lab.
Which nick was this?
Are you heading where I think you're heading?
KAREN: So, I checked where both Ram Sidhu and Liz Baildon worked at the time.
Baildon worked at Kingston nick from '91 to '94.
Yep, and in the '91 census, it details Liz and Fiona as living at the same address in Thames Ditton, about a mile or so from Kingston town center.
But at the time of this offense, they're living at separate addresses, but both are still in the same area.
SUNNY: And if that blood test had come back positive, Fiona Grayson would be in jail.
(inhales sharply): Definitely.
Okay, so there are three explanations here.
One, this was just a coincidence.
Two, they were an item and she contrived to have the blood sample lost for personal reasons.
And then three.
They weren't an item, but Liz Baildon was blackmailed, Fiona Grayson using whatever happened with Matthew Walsh as some kind of leverage.
I know what my money's on.
(cellphone ringing) (ringing stops) Leanne.
Hey, Cass, any chance you could pop in for five minutes when you have a chance?
(rain pouring) RAM: What can I say?
We found out, just now.
It's actually happened.
(sigh trembles) I feel differently.
(crying): Jesus, Ram.
I'm sorry, but...
I've just spent the last seven days slightly killing myself mentally to get to where you were.
(voice breaking): Trying somehow to find a way of thinking that maybe we didn't have to do this thing.
This brutal, really horrible thing.
You just changed your mind.
I just, um... (exhales) What if something happened to me?
What if I got ill, or I...
I don't know, anything, that meant you had to do it all on your own?
You know, I just started to think how, how difficult that would be for you.
I mean, I'm not definitely saying we do go for a termination; I'm not saying that yet.
I'm just saying, can we keep thinking?
For a bit longer?
♪ ♪ (softly): Okay.
CASSIE: Okay, am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?
LEANNE: So, I'm seeing a sharp-ended object approximately ten centimeters long, maybe three-quarters of a centimeter wide, inside the skull cavity.
And what do we think that is?
I need to open the skull up now.
It got in pre- or post-mortem?
Again, I, I don't know until I open it up.
But best guess?
From its position, you'd logically assume it entered through the temporal bone fracture, which, when I examined it properly, actually contained remnants of brick dust.
So two theories.
Firstly, he was being chased, and at some point, he tripped and fell, hitting his head on a wall which maybe had a metal spike of some sort-- an old bolt from some railings or whatever-- and this is what killed him, breaking off inside the skull.
Or he tripped and fell, hitting his head, which rendered him unconscious, and whilst unconscious, he was basically stabbed through the head wound with this object.
So, first theory, a chase that went tragically but accidentally wrong.
This was no accident.
This was a very violent and very deliberate murder.
♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ CASSIE: Matthew Walsh died that night as a result of some sort of engagement with the five people in that car.
I've made mistakes.
RAM: I didn't do anything.
If you didn't do anything, why do you look so scared?
CASSIE: If this wasn't an accident, who's going to be the first to admit that?
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