29x01 - The Disappearance of Alice Hill - Part One

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- Steve...
- I know.

This is it. I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm getting married in a month.

What the hell am I doing?

Well, I am married,

so I'm probably not
the best person to ask.

You know, I never saw myself
as the playing away kind.

- Me neither.
- But here we are.

What's that?

It's the beams.

Alice, it's the beams. It's fine.

- It's fine. OK?
- Yeah.

Wait here.

Oi! Oi!

Who are you?!

Who are you, you sick b*stard?!

Where are you?!

Did you see him?!

Did you see his face?!

Now do you believe me?!

I'm OK, Dad. Really.

You didn't sound OK on the phone.

I didn't mean to worry you

- and disturb your night.
- You didn't.

They gave me something.
I feel much better.

Look, I always want you
to call when you need me.

So it's all, um...

It's going in the right direction?

Yeah. Staff are lovely.
I've made some good friends.

No junkies, I hope.

We're all junkies, Dad.
That's kind of the point.

Look, I'm worried how much
this is costing you.

I know it's not cheap and...

Forget it.

- I've got a long way.
- Forget it.

It's the best money I ever spent.

Got to go.

I'll come and see you
properly again tomorrow.

Ooh.

Whoo!

Oh, sh*t!

Call an ambulance.

Make it two!

Let's get you sat down, mate.

Mate, come on.

Wait for the ambulance in here. Come on.

- You all right?
- Mate?

Let's go inside. Come inside the shop.

I've called an ambulance.

Mate...

Armed response are on the scene.

Let's assume the g*nman's
still in the area and proceed

with extreme caution...

Nikki Alexander, pathologist.

Jack Hodgson, forensics.

DCI Jilly Bashir.

DI Claire Ferris.

- Hi.
- I'm not sure I've had the pleasure.

- You haven't. We're newcomers.
- Bowman Centre?

- Correct.
- From London?

- Right again.
- Welcome.

What have we got?

Well, what haven't we got?

A girl in the BMW hit
the Insignia side-on

and ploughed into a parked car.

Van driver's OK. Just a bit of whiplash.

Joyrider died instantly.

You think it's a joyrider because...?

BMW was reported stolen earlier tonight.

But all that is of secondary concern.

Co-workers have IDed him
as 24-year-old Khalid Svet.

He was trying to lead
the Insignia driver to safety,

but he had other ideas.

Pulled a g*n, shot Khalid dead,

took two shots at the van
driver, then fled the scene.

So we have a trigger-happy

unidentified k*ller on our hands?

IDing and apprehending him
is our urgent priority.

Good news is he's likely concussed,

and half of Birmingham plod
are being drafted as we speak.

Ma'am!

We have some idea
of the sh**ter's appearance?

White, 40s,

fit-looking, greyish hair.

The Insignia can't help with an ID?

Cloned plates. We're not going to
get him on a DVLA check.

Excuse me.

Yeah, we're at the scene now, but...

Looks like a through-and-through.

Close but not contact.

And he was trying to help the guy.

There's no significant angle disparity

between entry and exit.

He would have been
immediately incapacitated,

so would have dropped to the ground

more or less flat out.

He nicked it...

..giving us a trajectory to the right.

Factor in some deflection...

There it is. In the mortar.

- Soft landing?
- Soft enough.

- Merci.
- De rien.

Bingo, baby.

Single g*nsh*t wound to the forehead.

No other obvious external injuries
at this point.

Some kind of clip-on pass under the body.

Damaged and bloodstained.

It's clean.

No drinks, litter, parking permits,
loose change. Nothing.

I don't believe this.

I can't find a single
solitary print or ridge detail.

You're right. I don't believe it.

Just the stitching marks. He was
wearing leather gloves or the like.

So, what, it was wiped down
top to bottom?

That and the cloned plates
suggest we're dealing with a pro.

There must be some way
to ID this b*stard.

Oh... Maybe.

sh*t.

Hands are cut off. Stumps are bagged.

We said he was a pro.

Looks like an exit wound
to the anterior neck.

Teeth appear to have been
smashed out or removed.

So if he's not on the DNA database,
we're screwed, basically.

A challenge, certainly. But if we ID him,

we might ID our k*ller.

I'll carry out the postmortem
as soon as we're finished here.

I'll be interested to know
how the limbs were removed.

Analysis on the bone ends.

Who knows, micro-CT
might even yield an implement.

But we're checking
the victim's DNA first, right?

- As a priority?
- Great minds.

Thanks for coming in, Kit.

No, no, no. It's cool.

I was at this electroclash
place on New Street.

And you know what?
I just wasn't feeling it.

- Yeah?
- No, I was at home in bed.

I need you to do a bit of
a reconstruction job on this.

Challenge accepted.

- Grazie.
- Later, potater.

Should be ill*gal to be
dragged from a warm bed.

Now, then, before we start...

Longest ever shift?

- Where and when?
- Not playing.

Price of admission, Jack.

Yours will be longer and more exotic.

Uh-huh.

OK.



What?!

You win.

Mine's a meagre 30.

- Where?
- Earthquake. Tierra del Fuego.

Yeah.

Brilliant. Of course it is.

Is that our airbag?

No matter how careful he was...

His face must have come into contact
with it when it deployed.

I'll minitape first to maximise recovery,

and then I'll run a Phadebas test.

It sounds like something...

..out of Doctor Who, that.

Hello.

We're ready for the PM
on the John Doe from the boot.

There is a stellate entry wound...

..two by four centimetres

superior to the occiput,

which corresponds with the exit wound

on the anterior neck.

Obvious soot deposition is consistent

with a hard contact entry wound.

Through-and-through?

Definitely.

Scan confirms internal bevelling

deep to the entry wound,

with the b*llet passing forwards and down

through the basal ganglia.

It's clear that the wound track
passes through vital centres,

which will almost certainly
have been the cause of death.

More evidence we're dealing
with a professional.

Possibly.

There are what look like two stab wounds

to the right buttock.

Scars are pale and healed.

And based on the discolouration,

I would say they were sustained

a year or so ago, two, tops.

There are permanent suture marks

where he has been stitched up.

Is that a classic punishment injury?

Yes. Intended to be nonfatal,

but the person is left humiliated

with a scar in an unusual place.

Could be a g*ng.

- Or in bother with one.
- Mmm.

Both arms have been
severed at the wrists.

Clean incisions to the skin and tissue,

then clean severing of the bone.

Likely cut with a knife
and then with a saw.

No hesitation marks

speaks to a high degree of competence

and possibly expertise.

You said micro-CT can help.

Yes, but I can tell you now
that the clean bone cuts

and absence of mangling suggest
a powerful rotary saw was used.

There are coloured fragments

embedded in the bone.

Blue. Green.

Silver.

Testing will confirm,
but it could be car paint.

So who dices cars with a rotary saw?

Scrapyards.

Or the shadier body shops
that chop up stolen cars.

No loose fragments of teeth in the mouth.

Could be lurking in the oesophagus.

- Or the stomach.
- Hmm.

Nasal cavities?

Is that what I think it is?

We'll run tox for cocaine
and other substances too.

Linear scar to the left
infraclavicular region,

eight centimetres long.

Box is palpable
in the subcutaneous tissue.

What?

They fitted him with a pacemaker
or an implantable defib.

Hopefully, the serial number will give us

an ID on our victim.

I'm going to retrieve the device now

so that we can collect any data.

It can even tell you
when someone's heart stopped.

Or, in this instance, was m*rder*d.

Only snag - if it is a defib,

it can give you
a hell of an electric shock.

No sudden moves.

- Got it!
- Got it.

I pulled the k*ller's DNA
from the airbag.

And?

No hits, but a close match
to Kerry Booth,

recently found guilty of assaulting
a police officer.

- Brother-sister close?
- Dad close, I'd say.

Her sentence was mitigated
by substance issues

and testimony from her father,
Gary Booth.

Court notes say she's currently
in rehab, but don't specify where.

A visitor's pass retrieved from the scene

links to a Swiss multinational,
WellCircle.

They have various outlets across the UK,

but only one rehab facility -

in the Midlands. The Nightingale.

Gary Booth.

He's got a record?

Arrested three times
for receiving stolen goods.

No charges?

So his DNA wasn't kept on the database.

The wipe-down was intended
to keep it that way.

He's a pro.

You've got my DNA already.

We need our own sample, Kerry.

Why?

To compare it to your father's.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Make it official.

If you like.

But as I say, it's a voluntary sample.

Forget it. Why should I help you?

What about helping your dad?

Like I'm falling for that!

Sorry, you say he shot this bloke,

but how do I know that's even true?

Your father's DNA was recovered
at the scene.

Along with this.

- That's not your father's blood.
- It's the victim's.

His name was Khalid Svet.

We believe he was
trying to help your father,

who'd suffered a concussion.

His girlfriend's seven months pregnant.

I've just had to break the news to her.

Leave me alone.

Nice place.

Who pays the bills?

Dad?

What exactly do you think
he does for a living? Hmm?

How does he make his money, Kerry?

I want a lawyer.

Your dad is going to go down
in a hail of police b*ll*ts

unless we work out where he is
and negotiate a peaceful surrender.

Do you understand?

His phone's offline.

We have units at his house.
But he isn't stupid...

I don't know where he is.

But you know something?

My dad got a call.
Um, someone called Mel.

He didn't take it,
but then his mood changed

and he left straight away.

Does Mel have a last name?

We've ordered up all the files

prioritising Mels, Melvins, Melanies...

Too many, Boss. Too many to wade through.

Need more intel to narrow the list.

Yeah, like the surname.

Hmm.

Hello.

The pacemaker's serial number
and DNA match on the database

have given us an ID.

Advertising executive John Clemence.

He has convictions
for cocaine possession,

and last year was the victim
of an unsolved GBH,

thought to be related to a drug debt.

Thank you.

Suzie Clemence?

- It's about John?
- Yeah.

DCI Jilly Bashir. DI Claire Ferris.

We've got some really bad news,
I'm afraid.

Come in.

I threw him out 18 months ago.

Cocaine destroyed
everything I loved about John.

Everything.

Your baby isn't...?

No. No, no. He's not John's.

Was booting him out anything
to do with him getting stabbed?

A direct result.

He came home at 4pm covered in blood,

insisting, ridiculously,
that he'd fallen on a bottle.

I'd had enough.

The lies, the debts,

his total indifference for
the danger he was putting us in.

- You have other children?
- Two daughters.

You know, if I'm honest,

I don't care that he's dead, but...

..they're going to be devastated.

Did John ever talk about
someone called Gary Booth?

How about someone called Mel or Melvin?

- Sorry.
- What about just someone

involved in the murkier end
of the car market?

You know, chop shops, scrapyards.

Suzie?

John knew a guy who owns a
vintage car outfit by the airport.

Refurbishment and stuff.

I tracked him down there once

when he forgot our youngest's birthday.

You tracked his phone?

Yeah. I was so furious.

Drove out there and confronted him
with my daughters in the back seat.

And...?

He was there to score.

I mean, he didn't admit it, but...

..it was pretty bloody obvious

when he said that it wasn't
safe for us to be there.

I didn't know then, but...

..that was the beginning of the end.

How are we doing, Kit?

- You mean, have you got something?
- I mean, have you got something?

Only one vintage car outfit
near the airport.

- Ownership is murky.
- Murky?

Multiple directors, classic obfuscation.

I ran each company director
through the PNC.

One stood out.

Mel Adams.

Serious record for dealing.

Got you.

- Two coffees.
- Perhaps he's tired.

Looks like a bag of sarnies.

Go, go, go!

Armed police! Get down on your knees!

Get down!

Down!

Guv, we're up!

Stay back!

Stay back!

Stay back!

Drop it, Gary.

Think of Kerry.

She needs you alive, not dead.

I'm sure the staff at the
Nightingale would agree with me.

All right, remove
your finger from the trigger!

Place the weapon on the ground!

Slowly!

Look at me!

Drop it!

Get on your knees!

We wouldn't have got to
him so quick without you.

Thank you. Team effort.

What's his condition?

Oh, a few bruises from the arrest.

No sign of any lingering concussion.

But he's been checked over
by medical staff?

Hmm. I want to be belt and braces.

Get forensic documentation
of his injuries.

If you'd like to sign in there
for me, please.

Now, call me old-fashioned,

but given my prisoner's
propensity for violence,

I'll accompany you into the cell.

He's not your prisoner, Sergeant...?

Andrews, ma'am. Robert.

With respect, he's in custody

and I'm the custody sergeant.

Fine. Whatever, Sergeant Andrews.

Thank you.

To the right.

Hey.

I'm just urging caution, Jason.

- OK, yeah. I hear you.
- Managing expectations.

Look, given that I've been
knocked back twice,

I would say getting leave
to appeal is pretty huge.

It's a step forward, certainly.

Richard, the police didn't just fail
to investigate Alice's stalker.

OK? They... They wilfully ignored it.

Which only came to light
when Alice's sister

finally broke ranks
with her parents and spoke up.

That's f*cking bullshit! That's bullshit!

I told them about the stalker

on the day of her disappearance. OK?

But you're not seen
as credible, is my point.

Saskia is.

So?

So we focus on what worked.

Fresh testimony
from people they can't ignore.

You worked your magic with Saskia.

No. I wrote her a letter, OK?

Pricked her conscience, maybe.

So? More of that.

Leave to appeal
gives us a forum, but no more.

As far as the outside world is concerned,

you still k*lled your wife and
they should throw away the key.

What are you saying?

To make this stalker theory stand up,

we've got a way to go.

You mean we need to ID them?

Or at least find friends
or colleagues of Alice

that remember her having a stalker.

How many times have we been
over this? There is no-one!

There is no-one.

You're in so much trouble,
it's hard to know where to start.

But let's go with
the murders of Khalid Svet...

..and John Clemence.

And the attempted m*rder
of the van driver, Andy Soames.

Who are you?

Jack Hodgson, forensic scientist.

I've asked to sit in.

So the Walther P99
used to m*rder Khalid Svet

has a flaw in the barrelling.

That flaw manifests itself differently

according to the b*ll*ts used -

something you may or may not be aware of.

So we test-fired the g*n
with a range of ammunition,

and were able to link it
to three fatal shootings

in Greater Birmingham
over the last five years.

We've got Simon Carpenter...

..Wesley Hurst

and Grant Johnson.

You're in for life regardless, Gary.

But off the record,
it's not all bad news.

If you start cooperating now
before you're charged,

it could count greatly in your favour.

I'm talking category of prison,

location, visitation rights.

You want to be somewhere you
want Kerry to come and visit,

don't you?

'Course you do.

The judge has a lot of power there.

Word to the prison board
could go a long way.

We appreciate the approach,
DCI Bashir, but...

I did my first k*ll when I was 19.

Connor Burgess,

a driving instructor
moonlighting as a courier.

Shot him in his car
while he was eating pizza.

I've worked for different people,
different organisations,

but I've always been a lone wolf.

No allegiances.

Except to the highest bidder.

How many people have you k*lled, Gary?



Some I buried, some I left
where they dropped. But...

..I always k*lled people from my world.

People who had it coming.

Well...

..almost always.

Alice Hill was the exception
that proves the rule.

Just to be clear, you're saying
that you k*lled Alice Hill?

Yes.

I bludgeoned her to death
and buried her on Woodruff Common.

For money?

No. Self-preservation.

She saw me test-firing
a sil*ncer in the woods.

Would you be prepared to show us
where you buried her?

Gary?

On top of the agony of losing her...

..Alice's parents were denied
a funeral, her body...

I'll show you.

But like he was about to say,

we'll need it in writing.

OK. Anyone got any questions?

No. Right, you've got the notes.

You know what to do.

Thank you. Just get going with it.

Thanks for coming.

- There's been a development.
- Mm-hm?

So Booth's offer to tell us

where he buried Alice now
comes with a string attached.

Taking us to the location in person.

And we're agreeing to that?

The up-aboves are running
risk assessment now.

Let me save them some time. It's risky.

The disappearance of Alice Hill
was a very big deal up here.

- Pretty big deal across the country.
- Sure, but we lived it.

The search, the trial,
the conviction of her husband.

If there is a chance
that we can recover her body...

I remember the case,
but I didn't follow it closely.

Any context would be helpful.

I was Deputy SIO,
so I'm well-placed there.

Alice and Jason
were childhood sweethearts...

Whoo! Yes!

..who struck gold with an online
personal training business.





Now at home, you just have
to do three sets of 15.

Jason's going to be doing four sets of 20

because he was on the beers last night.

Two! I had two beers!

And that is why we don't let him
anywhere near the accounts.

Two days after cutting short
her honeymoon,

Alice left her house
to go jogging on Woodruff Common.

According to Jason,

she never returned.

Why did she cut short the honeymoon?

Because she discovered
that he'd been siphoning funds

from their company for a pet project.

People were gripped by the simple riddle
of Alice going out for a run and

..never coming back.

That and their relationship
falling apart.

The happy couple weren't so happy.

No shortage of schadenfreude.

And no body.

I know how hard it is to secure
a conviction without a body.

So how did you do it?

We built the best
circumstantial case we could

based on the available evidence.

Which was? Apart from the money thing?

Jason's lack of alibi.

Neighbours hearing them
argue earlier in the day,

Jason taking out
a new life assurance policy.

And the state he was in
when we turned up...

Let's go round the back.

Jason Webb? You do not have
to say anything,

- but anything you do say...
- How'd you get in here?

..may harm your defence
if you do not mention...

He had a cut on his cheek.

He said he tripped when he was drunk.

We were disinclined to believe him.

If Booth did k*ll Alice, then...

Jason spent four years in prison
for a crime he didn't commit.

Yeah. Let's not get carried away, though.

Even if it turns out that
Booth did the deed

doesn't mean that Jason's innocent.

Sure.

Equally, we need to reassure ourselves

that Booth is the k*ller

and hasn't just been told
where the body is located.

You have reason to doubt it?

According to the British
typology of hit men...

..Booth isn't a novice or a dilettante.

Most likely fits the profile
of a journeyman

or possibly a master.

Your profile is determined
by what factors?

Knows how to sh**t to k*ll.

b*llet straight to the head.

Negligible physical evidence left behind,

and the target was associated
with organised crime.

However, choosing a public space

to test-fire a weapon does not fit

with the profile of journeyman or master.

Nor does bludgeoning when he had a g*n.

OK.

So if Booth comes to the common,
we need to remain in full control.

- And not just from a security angle.
- Agreed.

If he does lead us to find Alice,

he needs to be kept back
while the body is exhumed.

That way, we can quiz him

on specific forensic
and pathology details.

Booth needs to know
that he's not in charge.

We are.

May I ask you a question, Mr Booth?

The body aside,

are there any other corroborating details

you can provide us with?

When she saw me with a g*n, she ran...

..understandably.

I chased her and she...

..stumbled.

Stumbled?

On a tree root or something.

Her trainer came off.

It was red.

The left one.

I only spotted it after I buried her.

I threw it in the lake.

After she stumbled, what happened?

She carried on running,

but I closed the gap.

Grabbed a tree branch and...

..hit her on the back of the head.

How many times?

Five or six.

Enough to get the job done.

You had a sil*ncer.

Why didn't you sh**t her?

I was out.

I'd fired all the ammunition I came with.

How are we doing, Gary?

Bit further.

Hang on, hang on. Stop!

- What?
- Drone.

- It's ours.
- The big one's ours.

Whose is that?

Might have a rogue drone over the lake.

Yeah, we've seen it too.

So much for the common being locked down.

Boss!

Looks like it's being operated
by two people on the western shore.

What is going on?

False alarm.
False alarm. It's a dog lead.

They're not piloting the drone?

No, they're not.

Then who the bloody hell is?

We're on it, boss. Over.

Let's just keep going.

Come on, move it, please.

There.

By that oak tree.

Where exactly?

Right at the base.

You're going to wait here, Gary.

- Why?
- Because I say so.

Make sure he's facing
the other direction, please.

Sounds like you've found her.

There's blunt-force trauma
to the back of the head,

and what looks like wood
embedded in the skull.

The red trainer and navy tracksuit

also match what Alice was
believed to be wearing.

Just like he said.

DNA will confirm, but...

I think we can proceed on the
basis that this is Alice Hill.

We've found her.

What is it?

Richard, what's happened?

I wanted you to hear it
before it gets out.

They've found her.

They've found Alice.

Where?

On Woodruff Common.

Are they sure?

Yeah. They've matched her DNA.

Mr Hill, is there anything
you can comment

on Jason's innocence, please? Mr Hill?

Mr Hill, can you please comment?

Ron. Lois.

Hi, Adam.

Hello, Jilly. Nice to see you.
Even under the circumstances.

You too.

Where's Saskia?

No idea. We're not in touch.

Sure.

Jilly...

Mum...

It's OK, it's OK.

No way.

Dad.

Can we have a minute, please?

Pay your respects
in your own time, Saskia.

- You're not hijacking this.
- What would she have wanted, Dad?

What would Alice have wanted?

I'm not having this conversation.

She'd want us to forgive,
to come together.

Always about you, isn't it? Even today.

She'd want us to be a family again.

"Look at me. Look at me."

That's why you went behind our back.

You mean, told the truth?

Cosied up to him.

I just wanted to do the right thing.

- You wanted attention.
- No.

And you were jealous. Always.
Especially of Alice.

Alice did have a stalker. She told me.

And you should have let me
tell the police.

What would that have done?
Except muddy the waters.

- That wasn't your call.
- Dad...

She's not worth it.

The body is that of Alice Hill,

identified by DNA.

The deceased disappeared five years ago,

was k*lled, and was subsequently placed

in a shallow grave on Woodruff Common.

There are...

..six lacerations to the posterior scalp.

Largely linear and up to
five centimetres long.

Bark embedded in them

is consistent with blows from a branch.

Skull is visibly fractured
at the base of the lacerations.

Lots of force?

The occiput is the thickest
part of the skull,

so severely forceful blows, yes.

I'd normally examine the brain in detail,

but after five years

its condition makes that impossible.

But given the extent of these blows,

traumatic diffuse axonal injury

is the likely mechanism of death.

Diffuse what?

Axonal injury is a widespread tearing

of the nerve cells in the brain.

Usually attributable to
repeated heavy blows,

as in this case.

No defensive wounds?

Not that I've seen so far.

So, injuries more or less fit
with Booth's account?

Yes. With one possible exception.

There's an unhealed
spiral fracture of the tibia,

suggesting that she fell badly
right before she died.

Booth said she fell.
That's when she lost her trainer.

He said she stumbled
and carried on running.

This suggests a twisting injury

and a serious, almost certainly
incapacitating fall.

Strange he didn't mention it.

Yeah, it is a bit.

Is it? Five years on?

People forget things they did
five minutes ago.

Sure...

But don't we have to consider
the possibility

that Booth had nothing to do with it?

That someone got him
to add Alice's m*rder

- to his charge sheet?
- You mean Jason Webb?

- What price freedom?
- I have considered it.

There's only one reason
he'd fess up to Alice

if he didn't do it.

- Money?
- Mm.

A lot of money. And Jason's broke.

What about the life assurance policy?

Never paid out. His conviction
made it null and void.

Um, the spiral fracture could have come

from her tripping
and losing her shoe, right?

As I said, a more serious fall
seems likely.

But it's possible?

Yes. It's possible.

Fracture aside,

do your findings support Booth's account

of k*lling Alice on the common?

Broadly speaking. Yes.

They don't undermine it?

- No.
- Thank you.

Bashir...

"Let's not jump to conclusions."

That's what she said
when Ferris suggested

Jason might be innocent.

I think she actually said,
"Let's not get carried away."

But suddenly, she's only too ready
to believe Booth k*lled Alice

and Jason had nothing to do with it.

Key word there being "suddenly".

So DCI Bashir has had a change of heart.

- It's a free country.
- She's not the type.

She's not the type
to throw in the towel either.

What are you saying?
Someone's got to her?

- Don't know.
- Skeletons in cupboards.

Don't know that I want to know.

Must have something to do with
Bashir working on the original case.

For the last five years, she's believed

that Jason k*lled his wife
with every fibre of her being,

and acted accordingly. What's changed?

Booth leading us to Alice's body.

Knowing all the details,
like the missing trainer.

Details that he could
have got from Jason.

Oh, come on.

I'm not saying that's what I believe.

I'm saying, why isn't Bashir
at least considering it?

To stand that up,
we'd have to prove contact

- between Jason and Booth.
- Yes.

Recent contact, post-Booth's arrest.

I'm not sure it's our place
to try, Nikki. Are you?

Gary Booth, you are charged
that on the 19th of June, 2021,

at Woodruff Common,
you did m*rder Alice Hill

contrary to common law.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence...

If you want to fire me
and invest in a spin doctor,

- no hard feelings.
- What you on about?

Home Secretary's been
taking your name in vain.

In light of the confession
and charging of this individual

with the m*rder of Alice Hill,

and taken in conjunction
with what I understand

to be overwhelming forensic
and pathology evidence,

I have personally intervened

to expedite the immediate
release of Jason Webb.

Jason would like
to make a short statement.

Today is as bittersweet
as it is surprising,

and it's gratifying,
if gratifying is the word,

to finally be exonerated.

I am deeply grateful
to all of the people -

not a lot of people, it must be said -

who believed from day one
that I am innocent.

But nothing can fill the hole of
losing my dear wife Alice.

I am free, but I am bereft.

All right. Thank you, everyone.

Hey, just to say, I will not
stop until I know exactly

what happened to my wife and why,

and the malign role of Birmingham police

is exposed for all to see!

All right. Thank you, everyone.

Just to say, I will not stop
until I know exactly

what happened to my wife and why,

and the malign role of Birmingham police

is exposed for all to see!

All right. Thank you, everyone.

Better hurry up.
She hates you being late.

OK.

See you in a bit.

Has he had any visitors
or calls, Sergeant?

No, ma'am.

Made any special requests?

No. No.

Actually, he... he did get a call.

Yeah. Er...

Kerry. His daughter.

Yeah. She was, um...

She was keen to see him,
but he didn't want to see her.

- It's in the log.
- Yeah.

- Good lad.
- Thank you, Constable...?

Nesbit, ma'am. David Nesbit.

We're going to make a move, Jason.

What? Already? I mean,
we haven't even caught up yet.

Sorry, mate. Got an early one.

What, all of you?

Hope you enjoyed the free food.

I just need to be sure
about this Booth guy.

I need to be certain, Rich.

What? That he's guilty?

He's been charged, Jason.

I don't know how much more
certain we can be.

What, so you think
he could be Alice's stalker?

Doesn't sound like it.
I mean, he didn't know her.

OK, then who was it? Who?

Tenacity PT was very public-facing, yeah?

And Alice and I were the face of it.

Yeah, I had concerns
about that at the time.

So what if it was one of the subscribers?

You know, one of the really
overexcited ones

who thought they knew us?

Like, yeah, I had my share,
but Alice, she had way more.

Look. As far as we know,
he was a professional hit man

and she was just in the wrong place.

Jason?

Saskia...

Oi, oi, oi!

So, this is Richard, my solicitor.

- Hi.
- Saskia, Richard.

- I'm sorry I'm late.
- No, don't be daft.

Well, how is everyone?

Without you, there might not
be anything to celebrate.

- What do you mean?
- It was your testimony.

It got me my leave to appeal.

It really softened the ground
for my release.

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah.

Even before Booth confessed, so...

Oh... Jason, I'm honoured.

How have your parents taken
the news of my release?

- Er...
- That bad?

They're just, you know,
computing everything.

Right.

Well, I mean, er, give them my best.

No, look,

really, I mean it.

My sister always spoke
very fondly of you, Richard.

She did?

Mm. Your cool head in a crisis.

Especially when
the business was taking off and...

..it was all going crazy.

I certainly didn't feel very cool-headed

when I was thrashing out contracts

and begging Jason and Alice
to hire a corporate lawyer.

k*ller.

k*ller.

Should have binned the key.

Ignore him. Ignore him.

Have one on me, k*ller.

k*ller.

- Oh, yeah?
- Jason...

Don't. Jason!

Leave it. Leave it!

Jason!

- f*ck you!
- Sit down!

Christ, Jason. This was
supposed to be a celebration!

Will you just f*ck off, Richard, yeah?

Get the f*ck out of my face!

Just... make sure he gets
home safe, please, Saskia.

There you go. Off you go. Cheerio.

Alice Hill was described by her family

as a bright, dynamic young woman

with an infectious zest for life.

She built a successful
online fitness business

alongside her husband Jason.

This seemingly happy couple,

seen here hosting one of
their many social gatherings,

were attractive and vivacious,

both naturals in front of the camera,

with the ability to capture
and hold an audience.

The big one, that's his first.

That looks amazing.

It's clear to see how
they acquired a mass following

and became online sensations,

with many dubbing Tenacity PT
as being on the cusp

of becoming a global fitness empire.

These images of happier times
at the peak of their success

are now a stark and striking contrast

to the reality
Alice's m*rder has left behind

for all those who loved her.

Is it on us that he's out?

For the last five years,
the grieving family...

Unless you called the Home Secretary
and didn't tell me...

..exhumed from an area of woodland...

..no, it's not!

..now been formally identified.

I thought you were going to k*ll him.

I just completely decked it instead.

Oh! I feel bad about Richard, though.

Oh, don't. He's used to me,
the old windbag.

Oh, my...

Taxi! Taxi!

Oi!

Completely blanked me!

Life is no fairer on the outside!

Sorry.

Sorry.

You remind me of her.

Sask, I miss her.

I just miss her so much, Sask.

Sarge?

Rob?

Sarge?