ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

JAKE: Last night one of the workmen dug up a section of a human hip bone.

CUMMING: Previously on "Unforgotten"... Do you think it's female?

BALCOMBE: I'll know more when I get her back.

CAROL: No one in this town believes a word of these allegations.

HARPER: I can't make you a better salesman.

ED: Having a father like you would stress the hell out of anyone.

CHRIS: Months ago, I realized I was in love with you.

MURRAY: How sure are you that she broke her wrist?

JESSICA (on phone): 100%.

She slipped by the swimming pool.

It's her.

CUMMING: "Unforgotten," (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 ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) SUNNY: Sorry, Dr. Balcombe, could you say that last bit again?

The signal dropped out for a sec.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can.

Yeah, go ahead.

Have you managed to get in touch with Winchester yet?

JAKE (on phone): I did, and the files are coming up this evening.

The original O.I.C.

died a few years ago, so his number two's going to give you a bell.

What's his name?

John Bentley.

He's retired now, was a DCI.

CASSIE: Great, thanks for that, Jake, Speak later.

Yeah, I'll, yeah I'll pass that on to her now.

Yeah, thanks, bye.

So she was cleaning the skull, washing off all the mud, and, uh, this morning, she managed to locate the hyoid bone.

The...

The little one?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And after cleaning it, it actually came apart.

separated into two bits.

Okay.

Can she say whether that was pre- or post-mortem?

Not 100%, no, but given that hyoid fracture is pretty exclusively associated with strangulation, her guess is pre.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (humming) ♪ ♪ What?

No.

No.

Frankie?

Frankie?

JAMES: You knew?

I knew he was experimenting with his identity, yes.

And you didn't at any point think you might mention that to me?

Eliot's capacity for confounding our expectations is hardly breaking news, James.

Besides, you don't get to go to another continent for eight years and then just expect full disclosure whenever it suits you.

I'm still his father.

Biologically, I suppose, yes.

(inhales): It's been 17 whole years since I left you for someone better, Mel.

Don't you think it's time you got over me?

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ TIM: What did they take?

CHRIS (on phone): Frank's missing, and they took some money I had for a deposit on a flat.

Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry.

Uh, is the van damaged?

CHRIS: Yes!

Yes, they smashed the window to get in.

And have you got somewhere you can get that fixed?

CHRIS: I don't know.

No, I, I'm just not thinking straight.

TIM: Okay, first up, it's all going to be okay.

We're going to sort everything out.

Uh, look, I've got a thing in Manchester I need to be at right now, but it's only on this morning, so I could pop down late afternoon-- how does that sound?

I'd really appreciate having somebody here.

I don't feel at all good.

But you can't just drop... Then let's do that.

Uh, I could be with you by about 4:00.

You okay till then?

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks, Tim.

TIM: It's all going to be okay.

Lots of love, mate, I'll see you at 4:00.

CHRIS: Okay, yeah.

I'll see you then.

♪ ♪ (doors lock) ♪ ♪ SUNNY: It's a left after the church.

Well, Mrs. Avery had been a patient of mine since I moved to the town in 2003.

Just over six years ago, she began displaying the early signs of dementia, specifically a form called Pick's disease.

BRYCE: Can you describe to me the specific symptoms of Pick's, please, in its later stages?

Well, in its later stages, it's characterized by memory loss, by an increasing lack of empathy, by repetitive behaviors, but perhaps most distinctly, by an increasing lack of inhibition, typified by regular use of profanity and bursts of anger and aggression.

BRYCE: And was Mrs. Avery's behavior typical of someone with Pick's?

It was.

So would you describe her behavior as challenging?

(sighs): At times, yes.

BRYCE: And in the six years you were helping her with this, how many times were you called to the house by Mrs. Avery's daughter?

I made 42 home visits during those six years.

And in that time, do you recall ever losing your temper or being verbally violent towards her?

No.

There were certainly times when I had to be very firm with her, and there were times when I had to physically restrain her if she was trying to hit me, but no, I don't believe I ever lost my temper.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) Twins.

I'm sorry, we... We didn't pick that up in our briefing.

It's fine.

Identical or...

Yes.

I'm... (inhales) exactly what she would have looked like now.

So can I start by saying we do obviously still have to confirm that the remains we found are your daughter's.

Given what you've just told us, Jessica, it would make sense if we could take a DNA swab from you.

Would you be okay with that?

(quietly): Course.

And obviously, the sooner we can get that done, the sooner we'll know for sure, so... Do it now, if you want.

(quietly): Okay.

Yeah.

(rummaging through bag) CASSIE: And I should just say waiting for the results won't slow down what'll happen now, from our point of view, which...

I assure you will be a full reopening of the investigation into Hayley's death.

Where you found her, and... how her remains were... Will you be able to tell at all how she died?

From her remains alone, it's always going to be... hard to be completely sure so many years later, but... but there is some evidence to suggest that Hayley was strangled.

(whimpering) (sobbing) (sobbing continues) I am... so sorry to have to tell you that.

But please believe me when I say we are going to investigate this crime as if it happened yesterday.

(gasping) We are going to find out who was responsible for her death, and then we are going to make sure that they are punished for the terrible wrong they did.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (children talking indistinctly) Are you looking for Chris, Mila?

Yeah.

He hasn't been in today.

Oh, okay.

He said to meet him here at 1:00.

Yeah, we were expecting him, but have you tried calling him?

I'll try again-- thanks, Pat.

(phone calling out) (phone ringing) (phone stops ringing) ♪ ♪ SUNNY: Well, let me tell you, they loved meeting you.

SAL (on phone): Did they?

'Cause I was absolutely terrified.

Sal, you knew who Stormy was.

(laughs): Stormzy.

SUNNY: Yeah, and him.

I promise you, you are their lifelong best friend.

(Sunny laughing in other room) SUNNY: Yes, yes.

(knock at door) Oh, hi, Jessica.

Have you got a minute?

Of course.

Come in.

(birds chirping, car approaching) (engine stops) I don't know if this will surprise you or not, but, um... no one in Middenham's going to thank you for finding my sister.

I mean, um... Maybe they'll be pleased for us on a personal level, that we can bury her, but, um...

It took the town maybe ten years to get over her.

The whole media thing completely killed off the tourist trade.

The holiday rentals, the passing trade that the tea shops and gift shops relied on, that all completely went, because nobody wanted to come here anymore.

We were like a... a Soham or a Praia da Luz.

And now that that's all going to be dragged up again, I just...

I just wanted to warn you that you might not find people that cooperative.

As a copper, I get used to never being that welcome.

(inhales): And you?

And your mum and dad?

Are you glad we're here?

♪ ♪ (inhales): I wish you could have met my mum and dad before.

(sighs) My mum was amazing.

(chuckles softly) Clever, and funny.

And strong, a really strong person.

And my dad was kind and ambitious, also funny, but more in a lovely, old-fashioned kind of way.

What you see now is what 18 years of hell does to someone.

The grief, of course, the loss, but, um... 18 years of imagining what her last moments might have been like, 18 years of stupid hope that maybe she might still be alive.

(inhales): Of newspaper headlines, of people backing away from you, of strangers hugging you in the street.

(sniffles): For my dad, 18 years of suspicion that it was him.

For my mum, 18 years of unspoken accusations that if she had been a better mother, then this wouldn't have happened.

(voice breaking): 18 years of seeing her everywhere I go.

(sniffles): So, yes.

We are glad, so glad that we can bring her home and lay her to rest.

(inhales): So that maybe we might have a chance of rest ourselves.

(sniffles): But, uh, don't expect us to show that to you in ways that you might expect.

We're different now to who we were, and to everyone else.

I, I completely understand.

(inhales): Uh... (rustling) These are her diaries.

The original investigation obviously has copies of them, but... but these were who Hayley was.

Not the minx in "The News of the World," not the charity volunteer in "The Guardian."

She was just... an ordinary girl who used to drink vodka and swore a lot, and sometimes she was really irritating, and sometimes she was brilliant.

(sniffling) (voice breaking): Just a normal, 16-year-old girl, like I was.

(quietly): And I loved her so much.

(sniffling, breath catches) (clears throat) ♪ ♪ Thank you, Jessica.

Thanks.

(door opens, closes) (sighs) ♪ ♪ TIM: 6:00 will be perfect.

Thanks so much.

Bye, now.

So they have the parts, and they can do it in 20 minutes.

Do you know Lymington Yard?

Yeah.

Right, well, let's drive down there together and get it fixed right now.

And you have a photo of Frankie, I could get some photocopies done, and you can stick them up on all the trees and lampposts and whatever round here.

How's that sound?

(exhales): I'm so sorry, Tim, I'm, I'm so sorry you had to come all this way.

This is, it's very simple stuff, and it's pathetic.

Everything was just too much.

Mate, it was just bad luck.

Would have floored anyone.

Just don't be so hard on yourself.

(scoffs) You're doing incredibly well, and we're all just really proud of you, okay?

Come on.

(puts phone down) ♪ ♪ (crowd clamoring in distance) (crowd cheering) PETE: Hey-hey, there he is!

(laughs, mocks straining) Hello, peanut.

You said you weren't coming.

I know, but I bunked off work.

Don't tell anyone!

Where's Mum?

Oh, she's over there talking to Felix's dad.

♪ ♪ (laughing) WILL: Mum, Mum, Dad's here.

He's over there.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, it's a nice surprise.

Is it?

Good.

WOMAN (on loudspeaker): Next group, please, next group, please.

Oh, that's me.

I've stuck a check in the joint account this morning.

A couple of deals came through, so... hope that helps.

Thank you.

Let's go and find a good spot.

(tool ratcheting) ♪ ♪ I wrote that.

I'm sorry?

"Top of the Glass."

'92, I think it was.

Not one of my better efforts.

(chuckles vaguely, begins typing) (typing continues) (door clatters) Okay, I got, uh, 50 of these done.

Should be enough.

I spoke to Rob at your gallery.

He says you still have another 6,000 lodged with him.

Yeah.

But if you need any more for this deposit, which I think is a brilliant idea, by the way, just give me a shout.

You can always pay me back when you sell your next paintings.

Thank you.

But I do think you should consider if it's time to... Well, to think about opening a bank account again.

No, no, no, no bank accounts.

Never, no, sorry.

Okay, it's your call.

Look, I need to shoot.

Um... We need to have this drink, the four of us.

Well, I can ring Pete, and maybe you ring Jamie.

Deal.

Look after yourself.

(door clatters) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) BENTLEY: We didn't actually get the call till the following morning.

Her parents had assumed that she'd gone straight to the party after work, so the first inkling they had that anything was wrong was when she wasn't in her bedroom in the morning.

Then after you'd spoken to them... (exhales): What was your first instinct?

Mine or my governor's?

(chuckles): Both?

Well, for various reasons, DCI Pearson believed that she might have traveled up to London that night, possibly with her boyfriend.

And given where she was found, he might have been right, but...

I never really bought that idea.

Because?

There's nothing we learned from speaking to her parents, her sister, or any of her friends, suggested that she was the sort of person who would have just... upped sticks like that, without telling anyone.

And where was her sister that night?

Uh, she was at another party ten miles away, she slept over.

SUNNY: And in the end, DCI Pearson came round to thinking same as you?

In the end, yeah.

But we lost five days to her being treated as a runaway, time when we could have had search teams out, thermal-imaging cameras, press appeals.

Yeah, we lost a lot of momentum.

♪ ♪ (plates and utensils clattering) JAMES: I don't know what to say.

What should I say, I just... Maybe you don't have to say anything.

Maybe... you don't always have to talk.

I just....

I really do want to try to understand.

I mean, is this.... Do you just want to dress like this or...?

(quietly): I don't know.

I just know that one day I want to wake up and maybe not feel different.

Why don't I take the rest of the day off... No, no, no, no.

Please, it might help just to... Dad, this isn't about the past.

Or at least not the past you're talking about.

Eliot, don't go.

I'll see you later.

I love you.

I love you, too.

♪ ♪ So... How did the boyfriend fit into all of this?

Well, Hayley had started going out with him in the September just before her 16th, and Dave Pearson got it into his head that because Mullery was 23, that their, well, there was something abusive about their relationship.

Hmm.

But you didn't feel that?

No, not really.

He looked a lot younger than he was, he acted younger, and Hayley was quite mature for her age, so I just thought they kind of met in the middle.

And we also never found a shred of evidence to suggest that she'd been in his car that night.

And so when he was discounted, what were your main lines of inquiry?

Again, DCI Pearson's theories that maybe she hadn't traveled up to London that night with Mullery, but that she'd hitched up there, to follow him, and that whoever picked her up had killed her.

Or that she'd got to London safely but had been unable to find him, and some random stranger had killed her there.

Did you ever find any evidence that she had traveled to London?

No.

So then we started exploring whether she might actually have gone home straight after her shift, and that her father had murdered her after some sort of domestic row.

And her mum wasn't home that night?

No, she was working at a local pub between 9:00 and 1:00, so the timing could have worked.

But we never found any evidence of any altercation at the house, there was no apparent history of any fighting, and there was no evidence of anything darker, like abuse or anything like that.

What about other locals?

Yeah, we looked at the other boyfriends, but they all had good alibis, so then we looked at all local men within a 30-mile radius who were on the sexual offenders register, but they all had watertight alibis, too.

It was the millennium, so... A lot of people spent those hours in very public places.

It was another complete blank.

(exhales): What can I say?

We let Hayley and her family down, and I remain deeply ashamed of the way the case was handled initially.

♪ ♪ (car alarm chirps) (car door closes) Right.

I'm going to head on up, guv.

Mmm.

(car engine starting) I might have a wander, get a feel for the place-- not tired.

No worries-- see you in the morning.

Yeah, night, Sunny.

Night.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ CASSIE: So there's absolutely no evidence suggesting she did travel up to London that night.

No.

Similarly, there's an odd lack of any leads connecting her to someone here.

Yeah.

So... What if she was brought up to London already dead?

Killed down here and then disposed of in London?

Yeah.

Well, why would someone do that, drive 80, 90 miles, to dispose of a body?

Because you bury people somewhere you know, uh, uh, an environment you feel comfortable in.

So you think the killer's from London?

Near the burial site, probably.

And drove down here specifically to kill?

No.

I think they might have already been here.

In a holiday rental.

Okay, after Easter and summer, Christmas and New Year will be the, the busiest time for holiday lets.

My brother does it every year with his family, heads down day after Boxing Day, stays, don't know, four, five days, heads back second, third, fourth.

Right-- right, right.

You don't think... packing a body with the wellies and the dirty washing would be a bit tricky?

Mmm.

If they were with family, yeah, yeah, maybe that part needs finessing, but the... the basic idea?

Yeah, it's a theory.

Hmm.

Anyway, maybe sleep on it.

(door opens) Nice PJs, by the way.

Very... snazzy.

Night.

(laughing) ♪ ♪ Murray and Fran are here, they're just parking up.

(exhales) All the papers have it.

"The Sun" has an interview with a... a friend of the dad.

(exhales) And that lot arrived about an hour ago.

Does anyone care that we haven't actually confirmed it's her yet?

Not really about Hayley for them, though, is it?

(reporters clamoring) A quick walk through the center of Middenham reveals a town that still bears the scars of those devastating events that unfolded 18 years ago.

WOMAN: Mr. Carr?

I'm afraid Mr. Thomas has had to cancel the meeting.

Fine.

And if, as is strongly suspected, the remains found earlier this week under the central reservation of the M1 motorway... (doorbell ringing, knocking on door) ...are those of Hayley Reid, then one can only imagine the grief that that will inflict on her family and the rest of this tight-knit community.

Hayley was just 16 when she disappeared on New Year's Eve 1999.

She was last seen shortly after midnight, after finishing her shift... (report continues on radio): ...at the local pub.

She was meant to be on her way to a fancy dress party, but she never arrived.

♪ ♪ The investigation into Hayley's disappearance was one of the largest ever mounted by Hampshire Police, with costs estimated over five million pounds.

And if it is confirmed to be Hayley, then there are bound to be serious questions asked... (television audio resumes): ...both about the original investigation and why no one was ever charged in connection with her disappearance.

♪ ♪ (breathing deeply) Well, I'm afraid that's all you've got time for this week.

(over speakers): But make sure you join us next week...

FLOOR MANAGER: Sorry, James, can we go again on the wrap-up, please?

Sorry?

I think you said, "All you've got time for."

Did I?

Yep, not a problem.

Yeah, can we just pick it up from the same place, please?

Whatever.

(clears throat) FLOOR MANAGER: Okay, and... three, two, one...

I'm afraid that's all we've got time for this week, but joins us again next... (frustrated): Oops, I said "joins"!

FLOOR MANAGER: No worries, yep, uh, just from the same place again then, please.

Actually you know what?

I need a break.

Are you okay, James?

I'm fine, just give me ten minutes, I'm not feeling 100%.

(murmuring) (door closes) (exhales heavily) (entering number on phone) (phone calling out) VOICEMAIL GREETING: Please leave a message after the tone.

(voicemail beeps) Els, it's me.

I just... Can you call me, please?

I want to know that you're okay.

Love you.

(breathes heavily) 'Cause Mum had said he was always nice as pie when I was there, I, I pretended to go out.

I said I was going shopping and closed the front door.

But, um, actually, I just went into the kitchen, which was next to her room.

Okay, and what did you hear there?

Well, I heard my mum being a pain in the bum, which she could be, fair play.

And then, I, I...

I just heard him go for her.

COUNSEL: And how do you mean "go for her," Mrs. Pinion?

Well, not, not, not like he, he lost it or anything.

He never raised his voice, he just... he had this really... calm, quiet way of talking, and he just kept telling her what a horrible old burden she was.

And... At one point, I definitely heard him say that he was going to give her an overdose to be rid of her.

(voice breaking): 'Cause she was so much trouble.

(sniffling, crying) ♪ ♪ So we've spoken to every letting agency within a five-mile radius.

There are approximately 380 properties in this area available for rental at New Year.

(chuckles bitterly): Right.

FRAN: Average adult occupancy is four, so knock off half because they're women, you've got about 750 possible male suspects.

SUNNY: Boss, DNA's confirmed that it's Hayley.

CASSIE: Okay.

SUNNY: And, uh, Andrews wants you to make a holding statement.

Here?

Yeah.

The press office are going to send you something.

(sighs): Right.

Okay, um... Can you contact Jessica and the parents, let them know about the I.D.?

Fran, you speak to the press, tell them 15 minutes.

MURRAY: And do you want us to start pulling together lettings information for the millennium?

No, hold fire for now.

Can you find me a printer I can use?

Okay, guv.

BRYCE: Ah, I won't keep you long, Mrs. Pinion, just three quick questions.

How many other allegations have you made against GPs in Dr. Finch's practice?

Two, but...

Thank you.

And how many other practices have you been banned from in the Hamhurst region for making repeated complaints?

(stammering): I left them.

How many?

(tentatively): A couple.

I think the record will show it's actually four.

And last question: in how many instances have you attempted to achieve a financial settlement before a tribunal hearing?

Perhaps I can help here.

It's all of them, isn't it?

Thank you.

KATE: Pete's not in the office at the moment, I'm afraid, Ms. Salthouse, but I'm his P.A.-- perhaps I can help you.

PHILLIPA (on phone): Well, I certainly hope so.

Your salesman, Mr. Carr, sold my father a cash ISA the other day, and we want to cancel it, please.

It's still within the 14-day time frame.

KATE: Okay, can I just ask why?

He doesn't need a cash ISA, and Carr should have known that.

Right, okay if you could just hang on a sec, and I'll dig out the... um...

When was it your father saw him, Ms. Salthouse?

I can't see any paperwork here.

Monday, and it's definitely all gone through.

The check was cashed this morning.

Right, okay, well, no worries... ♪ ♪ CASSIE: Good afternoon.

I'd like to make a brief statement.

I'll not be answering questions today, but we will be holding a more detailed press conference in London, in due course.

I can now confirm that the remains of the young woman found in North London four days ago were those of Hayley Louise Reid.

(murmuring) Her parents, Gordon and Suzanne, have been informed of this, and on behalf of the Metropolitan Police, we would like to offer our deepest sympathy to them and their family.

The investigation into Hayley's death has been re-opened, and I want to assure the Reid family and the wider community that we will now turn all of our very best efforts to finding the person responsible for this dreadful crime.

Thank you very much.

REPORTER: DCI Stuart?

Why has it taken 18 years to find her?

REPORTER 2: Have the police made any formal apologies... DCI Stuart, why are the police so useless?

(camera shutters clicking) MAN: Did you get that?

(sighs) He just wanted a good photo.

I shouldn't have reacted.

BECKY: DCI Stuart?

SUNNY: She said no questions.

What part of that do you not understand?

I'm, I'm not press.

Hayley was a friend of mine.

And there's something I need to tell you.

♪ ♪ 18 years ago, two days before Hayley went missing, when I was supposed to be doing a cleaning job, I was actually in the park meeting a lad.

And Hayley, who was a mate, did the job for me.

I genuinely didn't think the information would be useful to the investigation, but I knew if my parents'd have found out, I would have been in such deep trouble.

So I never told anyone.

Over the years, I always wondered whether the information might be relevant... but every year that went past, the easier it became to bury it, this little... nagging voice, saying I should tell someone.

Oh, and then today, one of your officers came into our office, asking about our 1999 holiday lettings... and my stomach turned.

Because the cleaning job... it was in a holiday rental.

♪ ♪ (sniffles) ♪ ♪ (knock on door) Property was called the Spinney, and she thinks it's still on the books of an agency called Durrell and Martin.

They were one of the ones we spoke to earlier.

CASSIE: Well, speak to them again and call me back.

Okay, guv.

♪ ♪ CHRIS: So the last 24 hours just made me see really that it was naive of me to think that I could live a normal life with you and Asif.

More importantly, that I could look after you both when, obviously...

I'm still struggling to look after myself.

Well, I wish now I'd not hesitated when you asked and maybe missed a wonderful opportunity.

It's okay, you know, you don't need to... And the only reason that I did pause was because I never thought you saw me that way.

And of course I know you struggle.

(exhales) But I do, too.

I think we both have things in our past that have hurt us.

But I also know you're a good person, Chris.

Kind.

And generous.

And clever.

Who Asif adores.

And actually, I would feel very lucky to be able to help you grow stronger.

To look after you for a time, so that one day, soon enough, I'm sure... You would be able to look after us.

♪ ♪ (softly): Mila... (crying): Mila... Mila... Beautiful girl.

You have no idea.

♪ ♪ (Frank barking) CHRIS: It's Frank.

Frank's back.

(laughs) (both laughing) ♪ ♪ (talking in background) (rain pattering, car horn honks in distance) ♪ ♪ PETE: All of it?

Pete, it was three grand.

Exactly.

(scoffs): The boiler will be 2,000, we hadn't paid any bills since October, and both the boys needed winter clothes.

Right, sure.

I'm surprised that the...

Surprised that what?

This isn't Hong Kong, you know, whatever weird, endlessly delayed adolescence you lived over there, which, frankly, freaks me out the more I think about it.

This is your life now.

And it costs money, constantly, which has to be earned, with hard work, constantly.

It's been six years, Pete.

You have responsibilities-- start living up to them.

(scribbling) CASSIE: Dad, we discussed it last night.

We absolutely did not.

You said you could do the afternoon, but you couldn't do the morning because Jenny had a doctor's appointment.

That's why I booked the plumber for 2:00.

I suppose there's no chance it was you who made a mistake.

I suppose it always has to be my fault.

Oh, just, fine, forget about it, I'll get him to come Saturday.

(exhales with frustration) So what did you guys get up to today?

(utensils clattering) We went clothes shopping.

Mmm.

Early birthday pressie for Jenny.

Very nice.

She like Primark, too, does she?

Harvey Nick's, actually.

She does know you have a heart condition, doesn't she?

Actually, it was my idea.

And tell you what, it was really nice to be able to treat someone again.

Yeah, I bet.

She's a lucky woman.

Not as lucky as me.

You hungry?

Starving.

♪ ♪ (seagull squawking) I'd forgotten that's who we let it to.

James Hollis?

That's the James Hollis, the TV guy?

I don't watch a lot of television.

Well, he's mainly a journalist, but he also does that quiz show.

On the BBC?

(chuckling) Well, anyway, that's him, um, took the Spinney for the millennium, from the 27th to the second, along with... yeah, three other families.

Do you mind if I get a copy of that, please?

Yeah.

(birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (inhales, exhales) (knocks softly): Boss.

Hey.

Oh, man.

Teenager's diary.

So much angst, so much joy.

Mmm.

Yeah, I flicked through it last night.

It's not an easy read, is it?

Nope.

(drops papers): What's up?

Murray found the bloke who rented the house.

Oh, wow, good work.

Yeah.

And he only lives a 15-minute walk from here, so I thought, why don't we just head down there now?

What, now-now?

Yeah, why not?

Yeah, why not?

Guess who it is.

Who?

James Hollis.

What the, uh, writer guy?

Yep.

The TV guy?

Yeah.

Blimey.

(people talking in background) My mum used to love him.

"The thinking woman's muffin," she always called him.

I'd say, "Mum, it's crumpet," and she'd say, "I know what I mean."

(both chuckling) I don't even know why that's funny.

♪ ♪ (clicks mouse) ♪ ♪ (mouse clicking) (typing) (typing continues) ♪ ♪ (vacuum running) (doorbell ringing) I'll get it.

(vacuum turning off) CASSIE: Hello, have we got the right address for James Hollis, please?

Thank you, Lin.

Hello?

Hi, Mr., Mr. Hollis?

Yes.

DCI Cass Stuart and D.I.

Sunny Khan.

We wondered if you had five minutes, please, to help us with a case we're investigating.

What case?

Uh, well, it's an historical murder case and... we just wanted to ask some questions about a house we believe you rented?

Near Middenham in late December 1999.

I will be more than happy to answer absolutely any questions you want to ask me, but I will need my lawyer present, I'm afraid.

Oh, okay.

It's really just an informal chat, just, we're just trying to get some background information.

Give me your card, and I'll have my lawyer call you and make an appointment.

No problem.

There you go-- as soon as you can, please.

Absolutely, thank you.

Bye-bye.

(clears throat) Interesting.

Very.

Who was it?

Amazon, book I ordered.

(footsteps retreating) Els, it's Dad again.

It's happened, sweetheart.

They've come.

The police.

About her.

(click) CUMMING: Next time, on "Unforgotten."

PINION: He's got another side to him.

You're a disgrace.

I need to know who you are, Chris.

MARIA: This isn't working, Pete.

I need to speak to him.

Tell him it's really urgent.

CASSIE: I think we want to know more about four guys who grew up half a mile from her grave.

I think we do.

CUMMING: "Unforgotten," next time, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

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