If anyone out there knows where Donald is, please get in contact.
Postscript is that Julie Rees herself now has terminal cancer.
Toby claimed that he was standing in the school playground and he noticed
an old couple dressed in old-fashioned funeral blacks watching him intently.
Kids? Yeah, a son, Andrew.
He died aged two.
Andrew! Ernst and Elsa Geiger.
Reported missing from their house in West Sussex.
No reported sightings since.
Looks like we've found them.
That's not Donald Rees. How do you know?
He was cute with his daughter in a home video, you think you've seen his soul?
This programme contains some violent scenes
WPC Allen's death wasn't quite in vain.
She interrupted the killer before the fire took hold, so there's every chance
we'll find out what it was he was trying so desperately to destroy.
If we haven't already. The Geigers kept meticulous records of their
small share portfolio, some of which were invested through Rees's bank.
How small? 25 grand, reduced to a mere ã1,500 by September 2007.
So Rees feels bad about the economic downturn and he gives them ã100,000 of his own money?
It's a coincidence we can't ignore.
This is coercion. They're leading him to the bloody scaffold!
We have three bodies and one suspect - one suspect you won't even entertain.
He hasn't touched any of his bank accounts in three years.
That we know of. He could have dozens of offshore accounts.
Well, even if he doesn't, a hundred grand goes a long way if you're living under the radar.
Maybe he didn't intend to kill the Geigers.
The anguished state of mind he was in, he lost control, with fatal consequences.
Look at him, Grace. Do you think that this man is capable of doing this?
If he'd been living in self-imposed solitude for three long years, he will have changed.
What, so he's not the man now that he was then?
What if it isn't about loss of money?
What if it's about loss of life?
That's why the Geigers were wearing funeral garb.
You told me, didn't you, that they had a son?
Andrew, yeah.
He died in St Stephen's Hospital in '89 of respiratory failure.
No!
Was there any reason, any reason at all, that the Geigers
would've held Donald Rees responsible for the death of their son?
Andrew Geiger's postmortem report might tell us something.
..that the murdered WPC was guarding the house of Ernst
and Elsa Geiger, whose bodies were found yesterday in East London after going missing in July 2007.
Now, if that's confirmed, there must be a strong
possibility the same person is responsible for all three deaths.
Oh, come on, Una.
You've seen it all before at the hospital.
Sometimes we hurt the very people we're trying to help.
And there's nothing to be done about it.
The vissitudes of life.
Vicissitudes.
The vicissitudes of life.
You stupid, heartless prick!
If you're such a bloody wordsmith, I suppose you know what "Una"
means in Latin? It means "one", as in single,
solitary, unloved.
Unloved by everyone except me.
Right, Ernst Geiger. Cause of death a fractured skull.
There are these bilateral symmetrical injuries to his shins,
consistent with a car bumper strike.
Stop!
There are also these lighter, gravel-embedded injuries you can see
here to his heels, suggesting that he was dragged along.
Indicating a single assailant?
Then there's Elsa Geiger. Two separate points of impact, the top of the spine and the face.
Some sort of jagged circular instrument penetrating the eye socket.
Well, couldn't the spinal injury be as a result of the facial impact?
If that's a circular invasion of the eye socket,
couldn't it be an exhaust pipe? If she's in emotional trauma because he's been run over...
She's tending to her husband, sees the car coming, doesn't move.
I'm going to go back out to the mill.
Ernst Geiger's got this distinctive pattern on his head that might be the result of impact,
and I want to find the cause of it.
♪ Well, she looked at me, oh
♪ I could see that before too long I'd fall in love with her
♪ Oh, she wouldn't dance with another, ooh!
♪ When I saw her standing there
♪ Well, my heart went boom
♪ As I crossed that room
♪ And I held her hand in mine... ♪
Grace, I found this list of names in Rees's papers.
Dates and times. Looks like a schedule.
Now, I checked out the first five names, and they're oncologists.
Look at the date.
Seems like Rees went to see Dr Simon Appleyard the same week he'd quit his job.
His daughter died of cancer.
Now, my hunch is they're all oncologists.
What, and they all treated Nicola?
A conspiracy of doctors?
I saw Nicola twice, three years apart.
The first time, Mrs Rees brought her in convinced she was showing early signs of cancer.
I ran a CT scan. All clear.
Then, three years later, she brings Nicola back in, and she's riddled with it.
And you'd had no contact with the Rees family between those two visits?
No. Well, apart from Mrs Rees requesting a second scan when the first one came back negative.
Because she didn't believe Nicola was healthy. I refused point blank.
To groundlessly expose Nicola to further radiological treatment would have been wholly unethical.
But her mother's instincts were right. She was ill.
No, she became ill.
I've been doing this for 20 years. I didn't miss any signs in the first scan.
As far as you know.
You can't be sure.
Well, all right, I can't be sure.
Is that what you told Donald Rees when he came in to talk to you?
Look, Mr Rees wasn't pointing the finger about his daughter.
He just wanted to clarify some dates and times.
Do you recognise those names?
Yes, some.
What is this?
Matches Ernst Geiger's wound?
It's the same pattern, yeah.
Right, so we know that the Geigers were killed here but not by Donald Rees.
Well, we passed Schultz Neumann on the way here.
It's 45 minutes from there to here, and we know from the CCTV that Rees
was back at work within the hour after he went off with the Geigers.
So, can we account for his movements for the rest of the day?
Yeah, we can, Eve. To the minute.
All right, so Rees gives the money to the Geigers.
They come here.
Then someone we don't know kills them, stuffs them in the... Hopper.
..hopper and then goes off with the cash. I like it.
Hell of a place to die, isn't it?
I don't think, though, that this would be the Geigers' choice for a rendezvous, do you?
Maybe none of it was their idea. I mean, a taxi driver
and a bloody florist without a parking ticket between them? Yeah.
LOUD MUSIC PLAYS
MUSIC: "Tutti Frutti" by Little Richard
Hello?
MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY
Hello?
DOG BARKS
DOG CONTINUES TO BARK
Oi!
Who the hell are you?
You first.
Hello, Miranda.
No-one tells me what's going on, and now some reporter's calling my husband a murderer!
Where's Detective Superintendent Boyd?
Busy trying to find out what happened to your husband.
Oh. I see. So I'm not even worth the boss's time. Send the B team.
Last time we spoke, you expressly said that you didn't want to speak
to Detective Superintendent Boyd because he'd offended you.
Your company, Ghostship,
took over the security at the mill after it closed in March 2005.
Not security. Deterrence.
You want four skinheads and an Alsatian, give
some navy sweater outfit a bell and get ready to remortgage your house!
What is it, exactly, that you do, then?
Cold cases.
That's crimes in the past, right?
Right. Well, metal theft's the crime of the future.
They'll rip the lead off the church roof, the lightning conductor off
the bloody spire, but it's empty buildings that are the soft targets.
That's where we come in. And for "we", we should read "I"?
It's a skeleton staff, but I keep a dozen properties safe in the London area and one in Bristol.
So if it's just you, Glenn, how do you manage to protect all these buildings?
Stagecraft. Ta-da!
Perception. The power of suggestion.
Make them think somebody's in when there isn't?
The lights are on but nobody's home?
Bin bags left outside.
Opening and closing the gates.
Car left on a drive.
Lights and music on timers.
Dobermans going spastic in Dolby stereo!
The illusion of habitation.
Well, I told you, Donald was looking for someone to blame for Nicola.
Scapegoats. Why blame the doctors who tried to save her?
Because they failed.
So, all those doctors treated Nicola?
Well, I don't know. If you say so.
My memory of that time isn't great.
A lot of those names are Germanic.
Was Nicola treated abroad?
We lived in Germany when Donald started at the bank.
The health service there is second only to Canada.
So that's a yes?
For the record. I took her everywhere.
I tried everyone.
She was my daughter. Of course. I'm sorry, I'm still confused.
I mean, why would Donald wait six months after Nicola's death before he spoke to the doctors?
How is any of this going to help find Donald?
Well, I don't know, but it's worth trying, isn't it, because this is Donald's list, his plan?
Miranda!
Miranda, water!
I'll go.
Have you ever, erm, been burnt?
Excuse me?
I said...
..have you ever had a burn?
A spot of athlete's foot.
That's about it. Ah, lucky for you.
I got this last night trying
to save a fellow officer's life.
Young mother.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I didn't know her that well.
I feel for her husband,
though, her little girl.
There's something wrong with Julie Rees.
Above and beyond cancer.
I don't think she's telling the truth, for one.
She said she saw the Geigers on the driveway from the kitchen window.
Yeah.
You can't see the driveway from the kitchen window.
Five minutes.
I don't know these Geigers, all right?
Sure, but their bodies were left
in a ventilation shaft after your company, which is essentially you, took over the security on the site.
I told you, I don't do security. I'm sorry, yeah, I forgot.
Deterrence, yeah. Forgive me. OK? But still, it was on your watch.
Christ's cock! Don't show me that! We call this a deposition site.
The more inaccessible the site, the more it suggests intimate knowledge of the location.
You're not serious?
Do you think I'd have rocked up today, business as usual, if I'd have done that?
Actually, I do, Glenn, yeah.
Perception, stagecraft, power of suggestion.
As in you suggest you're innocent by behaving like you are.
Where were you last night? At home with the wife.
I mean, she's a nurse. Take your clothes off.
What? Down to your underpants.
She won't look.
Will you? No. Go on.
Turn around.
A wop bop a lu bop a lop bam boom!
KNOCKS ON DOOR
Hi. Hi.
I just wanted to give you this.
But I said you could keep it.
Well, I wanted to talk to you anyway.
Remember when you saw the creepy couple in black?
Your mum saw them too, didn't she?
Were you here
when she saw them? Why?
It's just, erm, well,
your mum having so much on her plate, maybe she made an innocent mistake
about seeing them on the driveway.
Did they come to the door?
Did she talk to them?
Did she know them? Sorry.
Speak to Mum about it.
Do you get all these in hospital waiting rooms?
And doctors' surgeries. Hm.
When did you start collecting?
They can't find what's wrong with me.
It drives Mum nuts.
I ran Glenn Burke's mobile against the calls made from the Geigers' pay-as-you-go phone. No match.
No. So I checked out the number he gave us for his common-law wife, Una Mason, and the Geigers called
her four times the day before they disappeared.
The Geigers' son, Andrew, he died at St Stephen's Hospital.
Una Mason is a staff nurse.
Have you got hold of her yet? I've left numerous messages.
Do you want to call the hospital, or shall I?
'Switchboard. How can I help you?'
Could you put me through to St Stephen's Hospital, please?
'St Stephen's Hospital.'
Oh, hello, yes, could I speak to Staff Nurse Una Mason?
'One moment.
'I'm sorry, she's just gone off shift. Can I help?'
You just did. Thank you.
Oh, and we're still waiting for the coroner's report on Andrew.
Got mine there, too? Oh, I'm just the advance party.
You're going to join me when things calm down.
Glenn, you're so blind.
All these years, you still think you can do without me.
You leave me and you'll burn in hell.
We both know it.
That is Glenn Burke's company.
Looks like the remains of Una Mason's number on the back.
The most compelling piece of evidence I've recovered from the Geigers so far.
So, Burke goes to the bungalow to try and find anything that's going to link him to the Geigers. Doesn't.
And doesn't find this.
And so the fire is Plan B.
But do you have any more evidence to suggest that Glenn Burke was there?
I thought you didn't find any burns on him.
Yes, but that doesn't mean he wasn't there.
But the Geigers' bodies were found at his workplace. This connects him to the Geigers' home address, right?
You get Glenn Burke back in here. I need Una Mason's address.
What are we doing here, Glenn?
Have you got the stuff?
Well, you do it. You're the nurse.
Una?
You do believe me, don't you, baby?
About coming out to join me?
Sure.
You don't sound sure.
You don't look sure.
I'm stressed.
Tired.
Right. It's just I've had this crazy inkling
that you're finally about to live up to your Christian principles.
That's why we're here.
St Stephen's Hospital confirmed that Una Mason has been working there since 1985.
So she could have been on duty the night that Andrew Geiger...
Yes. ..died. OK. We need this coroner's report now, please.
I'll try Una Mason again.
I've read the coroner's report.
I can't see any reference to Una Mason.
It doesn't mean that she wasn't on duty.
No. But there is a reference to someone else.
The 15-year-old babysitter who rang 999 and went in the ambulance with
Andrew to the hospital was no other than Julie Myers. Myers? Isn't that?
Julie Rees's maiden name. Correct.
And Julie Rees had sole charge of Andrew Geiger the night he died.
Mum!
Weren't you going to say goodbye?
We thought you were asleep, love.
Right then. See you Monday.
Monday?
Well, I told you your dad's going fishing this weekend.
Well, can you come over then? How? Dad'll have the car.
Well, you could get the train and a taxi from the station.
I'll pay. Not likely.
You know what trains do to my neck. You could just stay over then.
Please. You could borrow some of my clothes.
Well, don't be daft, Julie.
Who's going to walk the dogs?
You'll be all right. You look like you'll be with us for a while yet.
I'm not all right, Mum.
I'm not all right.
I'm dying, Mum.
And we are trying our best to help.
But we've got to strike a balance.
Well, a balance with what? I'm your daughter, your only child, so a balance with what?
Listen to you. You're so ungrateful sometimes.
No, no. I'm not, I'm not ungrateful. Please, Mum, stay.
Please, stay with me. I'm begging you. Please.
Mummy!
Mum!
Let her go, Mum.
She doesn't deserve you.
I believe that Julie may be a long-term sufferer of Munchausen by proxy.
Where you harm your kids to get attention. Correct.
She craves attention from authority figures - in this instance, you.
Plus, the most common cause of narcissism is indifferent parenting, and you've met her mother.
She cares more about her dogs than about her terminally-ill daughter!
But that's a long way from evidence, Grace. Just because she was there
the night that Andrew died doesn't mean that she killed him.
How about "dead daughter" evidence?
Nicola Rees died of cancer.
That's true. But Dr Appleyard said, when Nicola's
first CT scan came back negative, Julie insisted on a second scan, despite the radiation risks.
Maybe she just wanted to be sure. You can say that again. She paid for clinics from here to Hamburg.
Your theory is that Julie systematically exposed
Nicola to multiple CT scans with the aim of giving her cancer?
Yes, because it's about the attention a terminally-ill child confers on the parent.
Grace, you are saying that she killed her own daughter. Yes.
And this list Donald Rees compiled suggests that he was onto her.
At least half the specialists Nicola went to see were on the Continent,
thereby circumventing the need to notify her GP.
No legit doctor of any nationality is going to OK a CT scan without symptoms.
Well, unfortunately, Sarah, there aren't many you can't fake.
For instance, with Appleyard, Nicola was presenting with chronic anaemia. Well, how does Julie fake that?
Well, withdraw blood systematically until the red blood count is depleted.
The iron deficiency mandates that you must search out the source of the loss.
Example colon cancer. You don't know that she did any of that!
When your daughter, who trusts you because you're mum, asks, why do you need all this blood?
She says it's for life-saving tests.
At what? 15, she smothers Andrew Geiger and 18 years later she kills her own daughter.
Explain the gap, Grace.
Una, why don't you start at the beginning?
Tell us about the night Andrew Geiger died.
I always remembered her.
That cute little face.
Those shining eyes.
In my heart I knew something was wrong.
That she'd done something to the child.
Julie! What happened? I checked him and he wasn't breathing.
They let me come in the ambulance.
What did they say? Is he going to be all right? They wouldn't tell me.
They just said it was a good job I dialled 999.
Oh, bless you, Julie. Let's go and find him.
This was 1989.
People weren't talking about Munchausen's, let alone Munchausen's by proxy, were they?
Oh, no.
Andrew!
Help! It's my daughter! She's stopped breathing! Help!
Years later she started bringing her own kids into the hospital.
I didn't recognise her on the first few visits.
Not until I saw that look again.
I got Nicola on her own once, and she told me she was getting
radiology treatments from different doctors every week.
Did you relay this to your superiors when you realised that Nicola had contracted cancer?
They said me talking to Nicola was unethical.
So, instead you shared your information with Glenn.
Mr Geiger, nothing can bring back your son.
Julie Rees, nee Myers, is an attention-seeking psycho
who should never be let anywhere near kids.
But the silver lining is, she married well.
Mr Burke, the only reason he will pay is if he believes his wife is guilty.
Quite.
Oh, deep down he does.
How much? 25,000.
20 for you, five for me.
You owe it to little Andrew.
With respect, we'd rather deal with Una.
We know her.
Whatever.
Great. Now, in my experience, a little bit of stagecraft goes a long way.
Do either of you own any black clothes?
25,000. Rees gave them ã100,000.
The Geigers never wanted Rees's money.
If we spend a penny of it, it compromises us.
What are you on about? We have to take it all to the police.
We'll reimburse you later, Mr Burke. I promise.
The police?
Glenn!
Get in the car, Una!
Una! Get in the car!
STOP!
No!
Glenn, no!
Let go!
Get off. Get off!
No!
Do you think Glenn killed Donald Rees, too?
I've asked him about it a thousand times and he swears he had nothing to do with it.
And do you believe him? I don't know.
I don't think Glenn would have dumped a brand new BMW.
I think I agree with you.
Hello, Julie.
What have you done with Donald?
Where are you keeping him?
Who are you? Kindred spirit.
Not that I'm in your league.
What? Well, I draw the line on kids, for one.
Get out. Get out or I'll call the police.
Donald knew what you were.
It broke his heart, but he had to hear it, poor bastard.
What do you want from me?
Money.
Jewellery.
Bank transfer.
I'm flexible.
Indiscriminate. OK. OK, I just need my pills.
I'm on a tight schedule, darlin', so why don't we start with the safe.
Hi, Sam.
Wait! Wait!
Wait! Wait, I need to talk to him.
Hold it. Is he dead? I'm afraid so. He's gone.
We're ready to take you in now, Mrs Rees.
No, I should stay here with my children. Every day is precious to me now.
But the children can travel with her in the ambulance, can't they?
No, I'd like to.
They need to be at home.
Thank you.
About attention-seeking, you know, with this Munchausen by proxy gives her the opportunity to get into
an ambulance with her children and with the sirens screaming and the lights blaring.
What, she refused? Yeah.
OK, what's missing from this picture?
No wheelchair tracks in the blood. Right, she was weak, not disabled.
Maybe she doesn't use it all the time.
I found this scalp razor while I was processing the crime scene
and the hairs from it were uniformly short, like stubble.
I knew someone who had chemo.
Her hair fell out in clumps so she shaved it all off.
But did she pluck her own eyebrows?
What do you mean?
Well, these are eyebrow hairs.
They're distorted, but the anagen roots are still intact, suggesting they've been pulled out.
That's why she didn't want to get in the ambulance.
She's faking the cancer.
Julie was always wearing dressings and plasters, but she'd never let you see the injuries underneath.
Her piece de resistance was her appendix.
She did such a number convincing the doctors she had appendicitis,
they whipped out a perfectly healthy organ. Can you believe that?
And then she went and rubbed dirt in her surgical scar
so that it'd get infected and she'd have to stay in longer.
From the time she was on my breast she was like a black hole, just a hard kid to love.
Felt like if you kept on giving she'd pull you in and you know...
No. I don't know, Mrs Myers.
Well, me and Brian had a life before she came along, do you know what I mean?
And what about Donald?
Did he love her?
Yeah.
Yes, I think he did in his own way.
Bloke deserved a medal.
Kids too. We're going to miss them.
Why?
Where are they going?
Julie's decided that they're moving to Canada.
Better healthcare, she says.
And Julie being Julie, it's all got to happen yesterday.
They're leaving next week.
'Hello, you've reached the voicemail for Brian and Sue. Leave a message and we'll return your call.'
It's me. This is the last message I'm leaving.
You know someone tried to kill me today, so I'd, you know,
really appreciate it if you tried to call me back, because I'm supposed to be your bloody daughter!
'You have no messages.'
Jesus Christ!
Toby.
Hey. Hey.
Warm lemon and honey.
Help you sleep.
Come on.
Oh, Mum, I WAS asleep.
No, no, Toby, you were screaming.
Is it your head again?
Is it your head? Is it your head, Toby?
If it is, Mummy needs to know.
I feel fine, Mum. Just tired.
Drink up, Toby.
We're all tired. Mum, especially.
Did you hear him screaming?
Did he wake you up?
I think so.
Yes.
Was it your head?
It was your head, wasn't it?
Yeah.
I think it was.
Here.
Come to bed, Mum.
Come on.
HE SPITS OUT LIQUID
'I don't know what's happened to Donald. So...
'I don't know who I'm appealing to.
'All I know is that this year, I lost my daughter Nicola to cancer.
'And now I've lost my husband.'
The chronology fits the Munchausen by proxy pathology.
Julie announced that she'd been diagnosed with cancer
precisely one week after the search for Donald had been wound up.
One source of attention replaces another. Sick daughter, dead daughter, vanished husband.
And now Toby. I spoke to the paramedic who attended at the house.
He's taken Toby to A and E on several occasions suffering
from heart palpitations and shortness of breath.
Which could be a toxidrome suggesting he's being poisoned.
He also put me onto a junior doctor who had a row with Julie
three years ago, because she kept giving Toby mouth to mouth while he was having seizures.
And seizures don't necessitate mouth to mouth.
So was she smothering him like Andrew Geiger?
Hotel and cash transactions
place Glenn Burke in Bristol the weekend Rees went missing.
He did mention that he looked after a couple of premises there.
Maybe Geiger was right.
Maybe Rees only paid up because he believed his wife was a killer.
This money means she did kill our son. It's proof.
That's why he quit the bank so suddenly. That's why he went home and he stayed home.
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Donald was keeping watch over Miranda and Toby, maybe trying to catch Julie in the act.
And if he did catch her, it's a possible explanation as to why he disappeared.
But if he believed his kids were in mortal danger,
then suicide or flight are totally out of the question.
I don't think he took that drive on Saturday night like Julie said. Why would he leave his kids?
So, was he murdered at the house?
If Julie killed him at home, moving his body any distance would've been almost impossible. He was a big man.
So how, then, does his blood end up on the car seat?
Maybe it was her who dumped the car.
And the blood and fibres transfer from her?
The fibres were from a black woollen sweater - so she might
not have even noticed how much blood she had on her.
Thank you for coming in, Julie.
That's all right.
We just wanted to rule out any criminal charges against you.
What? He attacked me.
Yes, but obviously we only have your word for that.
But he's a murderer, he killed a policewoman.
But if he were here, he would be entitled to offer his account to defend his actions.
To defend his actions?
He was in my house.
Why am I talking to you? Why not Detective Superintendent Boyd?
Ah, well, he's busy. He's on the phone.
It's an important call.
Actually he's talking to your mother.
Following up on something she told us.
What? What did she tell you?
I couldn't discuss that with you.
Grace, please.
You know what I'm going through.
She said you had a habit of fabricating illness.
No.
She's lying.
Well, she said they showered you with love and affection,
gave you everything you wanted and it was never enough.
She said that?
Words to that effect. Is it true?
No.
So the removal of the perfectly healthy appendix, she was lying about that, making it up?
She even said you may be faking the cancer.
What?
Is that why you didn't go in the ambulance?
You were tempted, weren't you?
But all those checks at admission.
They'd've found you out.
Is this your idea of a sick joke?
Of course, if it is true, it casts doubt on everything.
Your account of Glenn Burke's death, your witness statements about Donald's disappearance, everything.
I want to speak to Detective Superintendent Boyd. I've told you, he's busy.
I don't care. I want to speak to him. Why? Because he's in charge?
Because he'll listen.
It was Daddy's attention you really craved, wasn't it?
All those trips to A and E, all those flashing lights and sirens.
Nothing, nothing could fill the void!
You bitch!
Little Andrew Geiger died in vain.
I want to speak to Detective Superintendent Boyd now!
I don't want to talk about your conversation with Dr Foley,
or whether you do have cancer,
or how many hundreds of radiology treatments you exposed Nicola to,
or discuss the odds of whether Toby
will see Christmas without going the way of Andrew Geiger.
No.
I want to talk about Donald.
Donald the person, not Donald the subject of a police investigation.
Is that OK with you?
It's OK.
Good. See, I think meeting Donald led you to the most important discovery of your life.
After all these years, it wasn't attention you craved, but love.
Donald was the only person in the whole world who ever truly loved you,
made you feel secure, happy.
Worthwhile. Feelings you never had when you were growing up.
I've met your mother and I have one observation to make.
What the hell was she thinking having a child?
But Donald made up for all that.
He healed the wounds.
He was husband, father.
The first years you were married were the happiest years of your life - which is why you never hurt Miranda.
But Donald was a brilliant man and after a few years you had competition.
Hour by hour, day by day,
the bank stole him away, turned your prince
into a phantom, a stranger.
And the worst thing was
Donald was complicit.
By then, he'd grown weary of you.
No.
After he got his flat in the City and you only saw him at weekends, you'd gone full circle.
You were as lonely as little Julie Myers ever was, lonelier.
Because you'd tasted happiness, you'd had union, you'd had love.
And that's when you started putting things in Nicola's food.
That's when you started running into A and E and screaming your lungs out, isn't it?
Help! Help me!
Donald caught you doing something, something to Toby and you lashed out. Not that you wanted to hurt him.
You just couldn't bear him to see the real you - the pitiful, psychotic,
attention-junkie who'd smother her own son to get her kicks.
That's not the real me.
Please.
Donald had this photograph on his desk in the flat.
I don't know, family photographs can be deceptive,
but that seems to me like the real thing.
I've just got one question left, Julie.
Did you love Donald?
With all my heart.
Then tell me where he is.
If I find him myself, it won't mean anything.
I want you to give him to me.
I wish I could help you, I really do, but I don't know where he is.
Search the house. The family can wait here.
What have you found? It wasn't me, it was one of the dogs.
Pieces of lemon in different stages of decomposition.
Dogs are trained to sniff out lemon peel?
No, they're not.
But they are trained to find pharmaceuticals, crushed or otherwise.
Toby's room's directly above.
So why has he been pouring away his bedtime drink?
Because deep down, Toby knows what's good for him.
And you're sure?
OK, thanks, Spence.
SPEECH INAUDIBLE
So, are we free to go now and live our lives in peace?
Excuse me. Could I have a word with you just for a minute, please, Toby?
No, what are you doing? Where do you think you're taking him?
I know what I'm doing.
Thanks. Just around here.
Go into that office there would you, please?
No responsible adult? No lawyer? I'm not after a confession.
It'll be worthless. Just take a seat there please, Toby. I just want to ask you a few things, all right?
So, there's something I want to ask you.
"They couldn't find out what's wrong with me.
"Drives my mum nuts."
You said that, didn't you? Yeah.
Do you have any idea what's wrong with you?
I don't know. But, whatever it is, your mum'll fix it? Yes.
Do you ever wonder, just for a second,
if she's not fixing it?
If she's actually the one that's making you ill in the first place?
Look, if you do, it's OK.
You can trust us.
< What's going on? Will you please tell me what's going on?
Toby. Mum just wants me to get better.
Then why do you throw the drink she gives you out of the window?
I want to go home. No, no. Please.
Mrs Rees, please. Oh, it's Mrs Rees now.
You're all a bunch of liars and charlatans!
You go in there and get him. We're going home.
Do you think your mum loves you?
I think she loves you with all her heart. So if she was to hurt you, it could only mean one thing, right?
Toby, it can only mean one thing. That she was the one that was really ill! Toby!
Will you stop interrogating my son?
In which case we should all put our heads together and help her. Yeah, help your mother get better.
But I've just got one more thing to say to you, Toby.
If she doesn't get better...
you're going to die.
Tell him what you told me.
No, you promised. What did he tell you?
She said that... No, shut up!
Please, Toby. He said that they were arguing about Nicola that night.
Toby said your mum and dad were arguing about Nicola the night your dad disappeared?
< Miranda, what are you saying?
Look at me. I don't know.
I don't know. I didn't hear, but Toby's room is above the cellar.
What cellar?
STEADY BEEPING
Anything?
No.
Nothing.
Sunk, right?
BEEPING SPEEDS UP
That's him.
This is for Toby, right?
Ah, Donald. Don't lie to me!
I know everything, Julie, right back to Andrew Geiger.
Don't you look at me like that, Donald!
Don't you look at me like that!
DOOR OPENS >
Get up. Get up.
Get up.
Mummy?
Mummy.
Mummy!
Where are you taking her?
Mummy!
Please don't go, please!
Mummy!
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