ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

CASSIE: I think we should prioritize Chris Lowe right now.

CUMMING: Previously, on "Unforgotten"...

He'd used his credit card to visit child abuse websites.

I know stuff about your boy.

DERRAN: He abused me, mentally, physically, even sexually.

CASSIE: Oh no... no, no!

What?

CASSIE: We will be seeking prosecution for any online activity that seeks to incite violence against Mr. Carr.

MAN: Peter Carr?

(grunts, panting) CUMMING: "Unforgotten," tonight, (t hunder 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 ♪ ♪ ♪ (sirens wailing) Over here!

(panting, radio chatter) (sirens wailing) Well, we all mess up, we're all fallible, we've all done things in which we are ashamed.

The trick in life, I think, is knowing which things we should forgive ourselves for, and which not.

Except I'm not sure it really is that.

OFFICER: Suspect is white male mid-40s, wearing a navy top and a grey baseball cap, he was last seen walking towards Burley Road, and the witness here said he had a knife in his hand, over.

I think a part of me wonders if I'm just coming to a natural conclusion here.

I've been doing this for... 28 years.

There are other things to do in life.

(soft chuckle) Not like this.

So why did you retire?

I didn't retire, I was A-19ed.

In the cutbacks.

Ah...

The truth is, what I did, what you still do, when you lose it, you realize what a privilege it was.

Hm... To be able to help people, often at the very worst moment of their lives, find faith in the world again.

Because I genuinely believe it's a big part of what we do-- restore a little shape, a little order, a little meaning to the world.

I mean, not so much on traffic duty but... (laughs) And obviously "Naked Gun."

Obviously "Naked Gun."

(chuckles) And "Midnight Run"?

Oh man, "Midnight Run," yeah, definitely.

And "Fargo" probably on there.

(American accent): "You're darn tootin'."

(American accent): "Okay, hun."

(laughing) DOCTOR: Oxygen's at a 100, but his BP and SATS are very low now.

Get me four units of red cells... Well, that was a great evening, thank you.

I'd very like to do it again some time.

Yeah, me too.

This is me.

(laughing) Well, anyway... Good night then.

Good night.

(keys jingling) (phone ringing, vibrating) Yes, it went very well, and, no, I didn't snog him.

Right, sorry, boss, that's not what I was ringing about.

What?

Pete Carr, he's been attacked outside his office.

SUNNY (on phone): Stabbed.

Oh no...

But they say he's gonna be okay but... No!

No!

(sighs) (machinery beeping) ♪ ♪ (beeping continues) He still had the knife on him when they nicked him.

Who was he?

Some local nut job, links to far right groups, got geed up by all the online pedophile stuff.

So we go after all those.

Absolutely.

♪ ♪ She's exaggerating.

Tim and I were out for about 45 minutes, and Pete just went down the pub.

And Chris Lowe?

I don't know where Chris went, you'd have to ask him.

But you accept you were all out of the house, at various points between 9:00 p.m. and midnight.

Yes.

So why did you lie?

I would have thought that had become blindingly obvious.

I thought there was a very good chance anything I told you would be leaked.

And given that my best friend is now in an intensive care unit entirely because of you, I think I had pretty good reason to be nervous.

Can we move on to your car, Mr. Hollis?

Which in fact matches exactly the description of a car that was seen driving erratically at approximately 12:20 a.m. on the morning that Hayley went missing.

And how many dark saloons with trailer bars would there be in a holiday area?

We didn't ask for your opinion, Miss Cray.

JAMES: Though she's right.

But I suspect even my ex-wife will confirm that I was in the house, in bed, at 12:20 a.m. (papers rustling) How old was your son that New Year's Eve, James?

How old was Eliot?

Fifteen.

Actually only a few weeks off 16 I believe, and, sadly, quite a troubled young man it seems.

Already arrested twice for possession of cannabis, once for ecstasy, and just one month before New Year's Eve 1999, for stealing his dad's car and driving it, whilst drunk.

Which is why I have to ask you, James, did Eliot take your car that night?

No.

Maybe he came across Hayley, maybe hitchhiking somewhere, picked her up, something happened between them, something went wrong.

Eliot's never hurt a fly.

SUNNY: Maybe it was an accident, the car was seen to be driving erratically, maybe he was drunk, maybe he knocked her down-- it was a dark, wet night.

But in either instance, you found out, and agreed to drive the body back up to London to obscure your son's involvement.

The idea that I would drive the dead body of a young girl my son had killed to London is as absurd as it is abhorrent.

Well, then, can we ask you why, when we first interviewed you, you referred to your son as a little boy.

A turn of phrase.

Really?

We think it was deliberate.

We think that you didn't want us to even consider the idea that there was effectively another adult in the house that night.

CRAY: And I think I don't want my client answering anymore questions about his son, so unless you have any actual evidence, rather than shot-in-the-dark theories, I think we're done here.

(paper rustling) Okay.

(indistinct conversation) ♪ ♪ Jamie... We spoke to Maria-- Pete's conscious and talking, so... Stay strong, fella, stay strong.

Yeah, you too.

It was stupid, and I apologize, a case of misguided loyalty.

Misguided loyalty to whom?

Jamie.

He rang us all after he'd first been interviewed by you and he said he told you that we all stayed in that night.

The inference I took was that we should all say the same.

Why do you think he wanted you to lie?

Well, at first I thought it was because of his profile, that he didn't want the press latching on to him, and, yeah, I was happy to go along with that because I didn't for a nanosecond believe there was any... darker motive.

Except then, yesterday, Pete rang me, Pete Carr, and he told me something about Jamie's son.

Told you what?

He said he'd seen Eliot climbing into the house, through a first floor window, at around 2:00 in the morning on New Year's Day.

♪ ♪ CASSIE (voiceover): Okay, so... where are we with Eliot Hollis?

Still looking for him, but for what it's worth, I just pulled this off an online employment site, which he signed up to in 2007, when he was living in the States with his dad.

It details holiday work, on a building site in the U.K., so...

Okay.

Let's check James Hollis's car, the BMW, I want to see its service history, maybe speak to the ex again, check both their bank statements, insurance companies, I want to know if the car had any body work repairs done in the months immediately after Hayley died.

(machines beeping) I just I want to say I'm sorry, Pete.

I was angry and shocked and...

I also know, in my heart, you're a good man.

Yeah, you've done some silly things, we both know that.

You're a good man, and I want you to hear that I know that.

Basically I think Hayley used a sort of code in her diary.

I'm guessing for if her mum read it so she wouldn't know what she was referring to.

So first up when she has sex, I think she calls it "tea," and then-- and I think this is actually more important-- when she says she had "some cake," I think she's saying she took drugs.

So this is just a small selection of the times these words appear, but you can see a really clear pattern.

"...some great cake at Marly's, then went shopping, a very nice trip!"

"Went clubbing in Portsmouth, ate cake, up till six."

"Had tea and cake with Ade, his birthday present to me, just what I always wanted!"

And the reason I think this is significant, is this reference here.

This is dated two days before she disappeared, and here she says, "G's gonna get us some cake for the new year party."

I think this is why she left work early.

I think "G's" is where she was going.

A dealer maybe, or a friend who was selling her some gear.

I mean, it might explain how she could have been in the vicinity of the Spinney, which from the pub, is in the opposite direction to the party.

Nice work, Fran.

♪ ♪ CASSIE: Okay, can we liaise with Hampshire police on local drug dealers-- then and now?

But really good work, Fran.

(sighs) Thanks, guys.

Shall we?

Mila, hi, it's me.

I'm, I'm sorry I haven't rung before but I just needed some time on my own to think things through.

And I wanted to say... don't believe what you might hear about me from the police.

I'm not a bad man; I've made some mistakes, but I'm not a bad man.

(sighs) (taps phone) (sniffs) (removes key) (siren wailing) So, why did you lie, Christopher?

I lied... because from the moment Hayley Reid went missing, I've sort of believed that at some point, somebody would knock on my door wanting to blame me.

Which I believed for a number of reasons, none of which include me having anything to do with her death.

Um... in late December 1999, I was in a bad way, mentally.

I was in the manic phase, I know now, of a bipolar episode, exacerbated by overwork, and by a personal event that had profoundly traumatized me.

And on New Year's Eve, in addition to me idiotically taking some cocaine, it overwhelmed me.

And I became very unwell, I think.

I ended up, well, leaving the house, and just, just walking, uh...

I don't know where, for a couple of hours.

And then finally, well, when I returned, I was exhausted and I fell asleep almost immediately and the next day, news started to filter through about this, this missing local girl.

And, uh... because of this personal thing that had happened, and I suppose, to a degree, because of my poor mental health, I became obsessed that the police would come for me, that a knock on the door was imminent.

But it, it, it didn't actually come.

Not that day, not the next, not the day after, it didn't come.

But I never stopped waiting for it.

So when you finally showed up, DCI Stuart, in my head I went straight back to those first few days after Hayley Reid went missing.

I felt the same fear, the same all-consuming panic.

And, yeah, I lied.

I lied about, about, about where I was that night.

But that is all that I lied about, because I swear I, I didn't hurt Hayley Reid, I never even met her.

And this event that fed in to your paranoia... what was that?

Yeah, so on October the 12th, 1999, I was arrested for credit card payments to online child sex abuse sites.

Well, the card was a business one, which meant that I was arrested at the office, and the police told my business partner Helen because I sometimes visited commercial shoots involving children.

She then told the board, and in January 2000, she told my wife.

Two months later, when I was charged, the board sacked me and my wife filed for divorce.

So within four months of my arrest, yeah, I lost...

I lost everything.

Everything I loved-- my wife Laura and my career.

(voice breaking): And my beau... My beautiful daughter.

Yeah.

(clears throat) Yeah, my life just pretty much collapsed.

But here's the thing.

It wasn't me.

The credit card payments, I, I didn't make them.

My life had been ruined and I was completely, 100% innocent.

♪ ♪ And do you happen to remember who packed the trailer?

You don't think... Do you?

I always used to pack the bags, and James always used to put them in the trailer.

Okay, and your car, a BMW 3 series, I believe.

Yeah.

Do you recall if it sustained any damage over that break?

You think it was a car accident?

Do you?

♪ ♪ (soft sigh) Mrs. Hollis?

He said he'd hit a deer.

Your husband?

Yes, my husband, who else?

I wonder if you could take a look at these photos, and this floor plan for me.

(papers rustling) And tell me if you can remember which bedroom you and your husband slept in, which bedroom your friends slept in and which your son?

♪ ♪ (quietly): No... My card details, and in fact those of hundreds of other completely innocent people, were cloned.

Of course I protested my innocence, vehemently, I told them this... this is crazy, I'd never visited these sites, it's absurd, it's a, it's a mistake.

But I was charged.

(laughing wryly): And then... then suddenly I was living alone in a depressing flat in Acton, and my trial date had not been set.

I managed to salvage some money from my separation, and I found a lawyer, and we hired a team of investigators to prove that the sites paid for were never actually visited, they proved that when the payments were made, allegedly from my work computer, I was abroad.

And so in 2003 finally the charges were dropped, and I was granted a record deletion application in 2004.

By this time Laura had remarried, and I hadn't seen her or been allowed to see my daughter for three years.

I was living in shelters or on the streets without access to the medication I needed.

(laughing): The idea of just turning and persuading them that I hadn't somehow bought my innocence... (laughs, sniffs) Yeah, that was beyond me.

So I had to try and begin to accept what had happened to me.

This awful injustice.

This, this catastrophic unfairness to try, to try and rebuild a life.

You know, which sounds simpler than it actually was, because I was homeless, in and out of temporary accommodation for six more years (voice breaking): before my... ...before Tim... (sniffs) ...my friend Tim, he finally tracked me down.

And he bought me my first van in 2010, and I began to live again, rather than just exist.

And then one week ago, you turn up.

And you ask a man who has lost everything through, well, just simple bad luck, just someone, someone who knows, who knows what can happen and you ask him where he was that night.

Yeah, so, that's why I lied.

That... That... MURRAY: James Hollis's ex remembers the son slept in a box room.

The only box room in the house has a window that gives out onto a flat roof.

JAKE: Which supports Tim Finch's claim that Pete Carr saw him climbing in at 2:00 a.m.

Exactly.

Yeah... (phone ringing) Jake Collier.

(man speaking on phone, indistinct) Yes, she's in an interview at the moment, can I pass on a message?

(cars driving past) Hello, is it Maria?

(sniffs) Yeah, sorry, I was just having a quick nap.

I'm Dr. Walsh, I'm one of the doctors who's been looking after Peter.

Oh, right, yes, how's he doing?

Do you believe him?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You speak to the legal firm, I'll try and track down the unit that investigated him.

Okay.

(knocking) Guv... King's Lynn nick just rang.

Peter Carr's died.

Heart attack.

♪ ♪ (sobbing) (exhaling) ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) VOICEMAIL (on phone): Please leave your message after the tone.

Mrs. Carr, it's DCI Cassie Stuart.

I just wanted to ring and say how... desperately sad I was to hear about your husband's death.

♪ ♪ DCI Stuart, have you got anything to say?

(camera shutters clicking) What will you say to his family?

FEMALE REPORTER: Do you blame yourself, DCI Stuart?

And as his wife comforts their two young sons tonight, I think the death of Mr. Carr raises a number of important questions.

Firstly, what new laws, if any, do we need, in order to better restrict the sorts of hateful social media campaign that undoubtedly contributed towards his murder?

And, secondly, I think we need to ask how problematic it is that such major criminal investigations as this one, are increasingly being held... (phone ringing) under such a public gaze.

With police so far refusing to confirm REPORTER (via radio): whether Peter Carr remained a suspect, the parents of Hayley Reid must be asking themselves the most painful question: has the killer of their beloved daughter taken the secret of her final moments to his grave?

This is Rohit Kachroo, outside Bishop.

(door opens) (door closes, footsteps approaching) Hey.

I just went out to grab a bag, I didn't forget to turn it off.

Dad...

I just wanted to say, that, you know, I've been thinking about what we were discussing the other day.

And I am genuinely sorry about what you're going through.

I'm fine.

The problems at work or whatever it is personally.

My personal life's fine too.

And, of course, I'll always be there, you know, to give you whatever I can, whenever you need it.

Wow, well, thank you so much.

It's just that, um... right at the moment I think it would be better for the both us if I were to give you a bit of space, so I think it's best if I move in with Jenny for a bit.

Right.

Anyway, it'll be a rehearsal for us, you know.

Rehearsal.

I asked her last night if she'd marry me, she said she would, so I, I'll probably buy somewhere together next year.

Sorry, you mean like move in together 'cause you can't... you can't buy somewhere together, can you, 'cause you're the only one with any money.

(shaky breathing) (wry chuckle) I never thought that we'd fall out about money.

I'll give you a call tomorrow.

I love you, sweetheart.

(exhales sharply) (door closes) USHA: I miss... us.

As a family, I miss us all being together.

I miss you.

And I missed you, Usha, when you left for your soul mate.

Do you remember?

The girls missed you so much.

And I'm so sorry for that, for all the mistakes I made, which I want to put right now.

(sighs) Except it's too late.

We've moved on.

I've moved on.

And... you love her, do you?

This Sal?

Yes, I do.

And the girls... surely we owe it to them to ask what they'd like?

"We"?

Well, surely you can't deny them that?

I mean, if they wanted, the chance for us all to be together again?

A proper family.

You always said the girls came first.

♪ ♪ But I never meant for anyone to actually do anything.

Okay.

Can I read what your last post said?

"For too long, pedophiles, rapists, and murderers, "have been treated as if they were the victims.

"But enough is enough.

"If the government won't bring back "the death penalty for such crimes, "perhaps it's time for honest, law-abiding citizens to take matters into their own hands."

And then you've put a picture of Peter Carr, with his work address, under the headline "Monster."

But I never said to anyone to kill him.

So when you said it was "time for people to take matters in to their own hands," what did you mean exactly?

I just wanted a job.

I'm 27, and I have a degree in journalism, that's costs me the best part of £50,000.

And I have never had proper paid work in my chosen field, despite having written hundreds of job applications.

So I was just trying to shock.

'Cause that's what you need to do these days.

Otherwise no one hears you, no one listens.

And if no one listens, what are you?

You're no one.

(sighs) ANDREWS (voiceover): In terms of the IPCC, it's a mandatory referral.

I don't really have any choice.

And the case?

The Reid family have reiterated their faith in you.

For now the case remains yours.

Thank you.

(door opens, closes) ♪ ♪ (distant dog barking) Oh, just ask the question, Em, please.

Look, I've got ten minutes before I'm due back, and I really don't have time for endless dreary euphemisms.

You don't have to get so unpleasant, dad.

Oh, you think?

It's just, as your father, I thought you might already know the answer.

I'm sorry.

I'm very stressed by all of this.

But, no...

I never hit your mum.

♪ ♪ Apologies but I have a 2:00.

♪ ♪ And for the avoidance of any doubt, I'm not a psychopathic murderer either.

Just pull the door to when you leave.

Love you.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Els?

♪ ♪ JAMES (voiceover): If you don't tell me the truth, Eliot, I can't continue to protect you.

(scoffs) Like you have for the past 32 years, you mean?

Protect me from what, exactly?

Have you had a good look at me recently, Dad?

Prison.

And I will happily do that, I will lie for you, and I will say that I was driving that night.

But you have to tell me the truth.

I've already told you the truth, a million times.

I don't think so.

Yes, I have.

I was driving, I hit something, I don't know what, and I went out to look for it, and I couldn't find anything.

That's it.

No...

Yes!

Because you actually went back that night.

I what?

I think you actually found her, and then you hid her, you hid her, and then you went back to get her a few nights later.

What are you talking about?

Come on tell me the truth, please, Eliot!

It's been 18 years, I need to hear it now, I need to hear the truth!

Where was she found?

Oh!

You know where she was found!

(crying): No, I don't, I've been using since you first called me.

Where was she found?

Tell me, where was she found?!

She was buried in London.

(exhales) (weeping) What?

(weeping continues) What?

(weeping) ♪ ♪ (barking) (barking continues) (barking continues) (phone ringing) (knocks) Boss?

Yeah.

So just got off the phone to Eastleigh nick, which is the nearest one to Middenham.

So they've identified our "G" as local drug dealer, nicknamed Gandalf, real name Nigel Farndell, he's got a 30-year record of drugs offenses, so they're gonna pull him up now and bring him straight in.

Okay, thank you.

James Hollis is downstairs, with his son.

(drops pen) (distant phone ringing) (ringing continues, door closes) (footsteps approaching, keys jingling) For the past 18 years, I have believed that my son killed Hayley Reid.

Because he did steal my car, he was drunk, and when he got back home at 2:00 in the morning, and I found him in his room in a terrible state... he told me that he'd hit something.

He said that he'd got out to see what it was but couldn't find anything.

And although his gut instinct told him that it was just an animal... he was also very scared that it might be a person.

Which fear grew, when the next day, news that Hayley Reid was missing started to filter through.

And the fact they couldn't find her also fitted because the road he was on was next to the river, which had burst its banks following the heavy rain.

Meaning we had to consider the awful possibility that she had been knocked into the water, washed down the river, and out to sea.

And for 18 years, he and I have hidden that dreadful secret and I'm, I'm so, so sorry for that.

And then she was found and the nightmare should have been over, except... (inhaling) ...instead of finally believing that he was innocent, I started to believe that not only had he hit her, but he'd actually found her, and hidden her to drive back down a few days later, retrieve the body, and bury it in London.

(chuckling): Which... might seem a terrible thing to believe about your son, but... 18 years of this... toxic secret between us and seeing the consequences of that in everything my son has become has made my judgment bad.

And how do you know he didn't do exactly what you've described?

Because when I finally found him just a few hours ago and talked to him properly for the first time since Hayley has been found, he reminded me that we drove back early on the 2nd to put him on a flight to Switzerland, for a school skiing trip.

He was away for ten days, there'll be school records.

Could have driven back down there once he got back.

By which time the police and half the world's press were in Middenham, so I don't think so.

But, listen, we're not hiding any more, he's here to answer your questions.

So ask him.

But...

I think he did just hit a deer that night.

And by me enabling him to not face up to his responsibilities...

I've messed up his whole life... (sniffles) ...for absolutely no reason at all.

♪ ♪ CHRIS (voiceover): So I'm gonna stay in the van tonight because I want you to have the time you need, you know, to absorb everything.

And when might the police know, do you think?

That you're not a suspect any more?

I don't know.

But if it's worth me saying, one more time, you know, it wasn't me.

Not Hayley Reid, not the credit card stuff, not anything.

And sometimes, we have to-- you must know this-- we have to accept that... that life can be just random and, and cruel.

Before being, in the blink of an eye, just as randomly wonderful.

♪ ♪ (cries) ♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ (car door unlocks) Eliot?

♪ ♪ He's right, I'm afraid.

Within five days of her disappearance, Middenham was crawling with police.

There were search parties, choppers with cameras, road blocks.

If she was murdered in Middenham, then it was always my belief that she had to have been moved within a day or so.

(knocking) Sorry.

They're looking at their records now, but the teacher I just spoke to remembers the skiing trip well, and remembers Eliot being on it.

(sighs) Right.

And Nigel Farndell's here.

CASSIE: Thanks.

Did you talk to the son?

Uh, briefly.

And?

My sense was he is telling the truth.

So for now we're letting them both go.

(sighs) I better speak to this Farndell bloke.

Yeah, I better push off.

No, thank you for coming in.

No worries.

Uh... look, I'm probably gonna head back down to Hampshire tomorrow, so...

Right.

But, um... can I, can I call you?

(door closes) I don't know if this is a good idea right now, John.

I've just got so much... stuff on right now that I need to sort out and...

I'm not sure starting... Wouldn't be fair on you.

Sorry.

I'll call you, then.

(distant phone ringing, office chatter) (drops pen) (papers rustling) (birds chirping, rain pattering) ♪ ♪ I mean, we all lived together for ten... 11 years, mum.

We never saw him do anything like... You know, and the photos, were they even you?

Or was it makeup or, I dunno, help me out here 'cause I'm struggling.

Well, you're not struggling, Em, or you wouldn't be here.

You wouldn't have driven five hours just to ask.

Listen, I know I shouldn't have asked for the money, it was stupid, but it was the first time in nearly 30 years I felt like I had the upper hand.

And I got a little giddy.

Although... for what it's worth, he never did pay the settlement.

These are the letters from my lawyer to his.

I instructed mine to stop fighting in 2005, after your father put his hands around my neck at our old house and threatened to kill me.

Of course you and Claire never saw stuff, I did everything I could to keep it from you both.

As did he, for different reasons, obviously.

But that takes its toll, sweetheart, living that lie.

To keep smiling as you told me about all your fun times with him, the lovely holidays with him... when I knew what he really was.

It took its toll on me, and in turn my problems served his deception well.

The photos were genuine, my love.

And you're here now because some part of you, some subconscious part, has always known that something was wrong.

And it gives me no pleasure at all, to tell you that you were right.

♪ ♪ Yes, she came to my house that night.

SUNNY: And that was to buy?

In 2000 it would have been Es, I'd imagine.

You, you didn't think to mention this to the police at the time?

(soft chuckle) I had a house full of gear.

I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, so...

But, yeah, I'm sorry.

I should have.

Do you remember what time she arrived?

It would have been about... 11:20.

How do you remember so specifically?

'Cause we chatted a bit, maybe ten minutes, and then we left together.

And I went to a party in Hancross, which is about half an hour away, and I remember I got there just as Big Ben was chiming.

And when she left, did she say where she was going?

She said straight to her party.

Can you... show me where you were living in 1999?

♪ ♪ So, if what he's saying is true, then to get from Farndell's to the party house, there's absolutely no reason for her to be passing the church or where Eliot Hollis was spotted driving the car.

CASSIE: Which would seem to suggest James Hollis is telling the truth.

As was Peter Carr.

Yeah.

As she walked from here to here, if she encountered anyone, the more likely would be Chris Lowe or Tim Finch.

And I've just come off the phone to West End Central, who have detailed records of the credit card investigation into Lowe.

Which, they themselves now admit, with hindsight, was flawed.

So he didn't just hire good lawyers?

On balance they think not, they think he should never have been charged.

(exhales) That doesn't mean we eliminate him as a suspect, of course, but for now I think we should concentrate our fire elsewhere.

And some... slightly better news here.

So yesterday we got in touch with DVLA to see if any of the four main suspects had any endorsements for the days after New Year.

And my thinking was you have a dead body in your boot, you might be driving a little faster than normal.

So here is a copy of Tim Finch's driving license endorsements going back 35 years.

There's four speeding offenses on there, which is kind of normal, except for the date of the second one.

♪ ♪ The third of January 2000.

That's the day after he got back to London.

Do you know where he got it?

Not yet, but they're gonna get back to us.

But that... is a tickle, that's definitely a tickle.

♪ ♪ (phone ringing) D.I.

Khan.

Yes!

Yeah, yes, I have, yeah.

Oh, that is so helpful, thank you so much.

(hangs up phone) The ticket was issued at 6:20 a.m. on the A405.

Which is where?

Six miles outside of Middenham.

Was he heading to or from?

From.

(birds chirping) (knock at door) Timothy Finch, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Hayley Reid.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention something now which you later rely on in court.

As you've been arrested, we have authority to search your premises under section 32 of the Police and Criminal Evidence Act.

(papers rustling) Would you like to get dressed, please?

♪ ♪ (police radio chatter) ♪ ♪ (car doors close) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Why were you on the road out of Middenham, heading to London, at 6:20 a.m. the day after you'd returned to London?

Well, I'd left my laptop in the house and drove back down to pick it up.

I left very early because I wanted to be back in time for morning surgery.

And you'd arranged this with the lettings agency?

Yes.

They've made no mention of that.

Well, what do you want me to say?

I-I arranged it.

Who did you speak to?

I don't remember, it's nearly 20 years ago.

Um... a bloke, I think.

And what, he took you round there, did he, at 6:00 a.m.?

No, he'd left a key under a flower pot.

Apparently the house was vacant that week and he said to just let myself in.

So why were you speeding?

Well, it had taken longer than I thought to get down there, I was running late.

(knock at door) For the purposes of the interview, DC Collier has entered the room.

Sorry to interrupt, ma'am, can I have a quick word?

Sure.

Excuse me.

Interview suspended at 8:31.

(buzzing) (door closes) In his cellar, behind a thousand boxes of junk, we found one of those old, like, money box type things.

And when we got it open, we found these.

A necklace, with hair still attached to the clasp.

A scrunchy.

And a pair of knickers.

♪ ♪ (click) CUMMING: Next time, on "Unforgotten..." I found something!

MEL: You did what you did because you loved him.

Mila, it's me.

(banging) The results of the tests have come through.

They have found a match.

You think dad is some sort of psychopath and that the police have got the right man.

TIM: No, I never met Hayley Reid.

I think you're lying, I think you know something.

CUMMING: "Unforgotten," the season finale, next time, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

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