01x03 - Alone, Alas, Alone

[bunniefuu]

Jesus, no. She's gone.
Someone's taken Lily!

Cate was k*lled while attempting
to stop an abduction.

Have you shown them the letters?

This has... This has nothing to do
with the damn letters.

You think it was one of the staff?

I want them gone, all of them.

John Blakeley's alibi was logged.
But later,

when I was pitching John as
a suspect to the team,

you didn't mention you'd just filed
alibi for him.

Maybe we could talk about you,
coming home.

I'd like that, Dad.

We can make her happy. We love her.

Where I come unstuck is
the quarter of

a million pounds you tried
to extort from the family.

There was no ransom.

It doesn't make sense.
I don't think they k*lled Cate.

I've been asked by
the Wakefield family to make

a statement.

Words cannot convey

the relief we feel having dear
Lily back.

And to know that major progress
has been made into

the investigation into our beloved
Cate's m*rder.

As you can imagine,

this has been a very difficult time
for the family.

Firstly,

we'd like to thank everyone who has
sent messages of condolence

and support.
We really have been overwhelmed.

But most importantly we'd like
to thank the police.

And in particular, DCI Bergerac.

WHISPERS: There it is.

It was his tenacity

and diligence that brought
Lily home,

and led to this arrest.

Nonetheless, we are still grieving.
And so,

as I'm sure you'll understand,

we would ask for privacy at this
time. Thank you.

CAMERAS CLICK

NEWS: Returning to our top story...

That has to be some kind of record.

Cate's only been dead,
what? 60 hours?

Well, I mean k*lling someone
and getting away with it,

it's almost impossible today.
You know.

There's CCTV everywhere, there's,
there's mobile phone tracking,

there's unbelievably sophisticated
forensics now.

Yeah, but from what you told me,

none of those are how you found
the murderers.

No, no. Yeah, it was
more, er, instinctive.

And I think that's why
I'm second-guessing it now.

Because there are holes in
the theory.

Right, you mean their alibi?

There's definitely holes in
their alibi,

no, I mean holes in

the police's theory about them
k*lling Cate.

So, I'm confused.
It was your theory.

But now you think that somebody else
k*lled Cate?

Who may or may not have also been
attempting to take the baby?

Maybe we shouldn't be discussing
the case.

Sometimes when we are discussing
the case,

we're not discussing the case.

Why did you go back to work?

Because...

..I was ready.

Because, well,

grief was defining me.
Because I was a mess.

Because I needed

to prove something to myself.

To Kim.

When did you last have a drink?

About 58 hours ago.

How's that going?

How's it going? It's t*rture.

You don't look like someone who's
being tortured.

Where is Kim in her process
of grief, do you think?

Have you tried talking to her?

That...

..that's pending.

OK. Say they did it,
Mia and Tomos.

Walk me through what happens next.

Well, we put together a case,
and we take it to court.

So, the team investigating
the m*rder do.

My, my job is to find

the ransom money
and tie up the abduction charge.

That feels less consuming.
So... more time to think.

Sorry, you think my doubts aren't
actually doubts?

That I'm artificially prolonging
the case?

If you have found who did it,
then the end is in sight.

With no support,

a conversation about your dead
wife "pending",

and not even three full days
into sobriety.

I... I just want you

to think about what that
would mean.

So the magistrate has denied bail
for Mia and Tomos

because they're such obvious
flight risks.

Where are we with the timeline?

On the night Cate was k*lled,

Mia says they were at home
all evening.

We can trace them through
till receipts

and CCTV up until 16:03
and then we lose them.

So, we need to keep looking.

Or we should consider
other possibilities.

Nah, we're not there yet.
Here's a question.

They don't have a car.

How did they get to the house
the night they took the baby?

The bus, Mia said.

OK, let's pull CCTV from all buses
whose routes go towards

the Wakefield house
an hour before Cate was k*lled,

and away an hour after.
Contact the minicab companies,

circulate Mia and Tomos's picture.

Half a lager top for

the first person that puts them at
or near the house

the night she was k*lled.
HE CLICKS FINGERS

I set you up beautifully there.
You did?

Yeah. I said,
"We should consider other

"possibilities." And then
I looked at you,

so you could stand up,

rip down Mia and Tomos's photos

and say what you said yesterday.
It would have been brilliant.

Yeah, that was me just thinking
out loud.

Oh, no, don't go back on this now. I
didn't sleep a wink last night.

Look, it's them. Yeah,
you know how I know?

Because the alternative
is batshit.

Well, you won't
want to see this, then.

One of the letters we intercepted
going into

the Wakefields' house.
Sent a day before Cate as k*lled.

"Allein. Weh, ganz allein."

It's German. "Alone, alas,
all alone."

It's from an
opera. Elektra.

By Richard Strauss.
Thank you, Google.

Has Barney seen it?

He said, "Well,
families get sent weird sh*t."

He's right.

Yeah, but they're usually just
straight-up a*usive,

not cryptic like this.

Er, just check it against Mia
and Tomos's handwriting.

Look, I have to find this
ransom money.

Listen, can I just, erm,
grab a copy of that?

I'm heading over to
the Wakefield's to ID Tomos.

May as well, er, run it past them.

BACKGROUND ANGRY VOICES

VOICES CONTINUE

Er... it's hard to...

He had a scarf around his mouth

and erm...

Which one of these is Tomos?

I can't tell you that.

Oh, of course.
I know that it's one of them,

I'm just not sure exactly which.

No worries. Thank you, anyway.

About my money, Inspector...?

Mia and Tomos didn't have it

with them when I arrested them,

and it wasn't at their property.

So, we're assuming it's with
an accomplice.

Well, whoever made
that phone call... I said this,

didn't I? He didn't have an accent.

So even with whatever he used

to change his voice,
he was English.

But look, at some point

the money will enter
into circulation.

And when that happens,
it gets flagged on our system,

and we can move in.

But you haven't actually charged Mia
and Tomos with Cate's m*rder yet.

My colleague, Barney Crozier,

is leading the m*rder investigation.

They're putting a case together.

I expect they'll have some news
pretty soon.

Just something I wanted
to ask you about.

Erm... This was sent to you
the day before Cate's m*rder.

"Alone, alas,
all alone."

That's a quote, right?

Yeah, it's from Elektra, by Strauss.

Any idea why someone would send you
a message like this?

No, none at all.

You sure?

You have no idea what it's alluding
to?

No, which one would assume is

the whole point of
a threatening letter.

I didn't say it was threatening.

Thanks for your time.

I barely know Arthur Wakefield.
Not my circle at all.

Construction. Cement,
dust. Labourers.

OK, so who does? Who can I talk to?

Don't you all go to the same club

and light cigars with £50 notes?

HE SCOFFS

You know, dress up a poor person as
a fox and chase them through a
forest?

Oh, you mean the Jersey Club.

Yes, that's exactly what we do.
Wednesdays, after bingo.

OK, and Arthur's a member there too,
yeah?

Great, thank you.

How, how's Kim?

You can ask her yourself.
She'll be back for lunch later.

I've insisted she has her lunch
here now.

Do you know what she usually has?

"A sandwich out of a machine."

She told me that.
She said those words.

Well, I need to check this club out,

I need to speak
to someone who knows Arthur.

Not looking like that, you won't.

I'm wearing a suit.

SHE SCOFFS

If one can call it that. What?

You could go. What?!

Well, you speak the language,
you understand the customs.

Look, I just need some background
on Arthur.

Yesterday, I was trying
to steal your daughter.

Now suddenly I'm going
undercover? Besides,

I thought you had your K*llers.

No, there's been a development.
Could have been a development.

But Kim said the plan was

for her to spend some nights at
home now.

Yeah, no, that's still the plan,
it's just a question of when.

I'll talk to her...
it's fine...

..so... the club...

Quid pro quo.

I sniff out some dirt,

help crack the case,

burnish your somewhat
tarnished reputation.

And this afternoon you

and I will be given
a private tour of St Bernadette's.

Ah, we discussed this.

I discussed it.
You had an attack of the vapours.

I'm sure they wouldn't mind.

They love to throw open the doors

for "old girls". But equally,

you could press your nose up against
the window of

the Jersey Club like some
Dickensian waif.

I'm sorry about Cate.

What? Oh, yes, thank you.

Bad news.

Whoever did k*ll her, will get away
with it.

Rightio.

Don't do that! Please, please.

Please don't walk away from me.
Just one minute.

I need to talk to you
about Bergerac.



OK. Thank you. Erm... You see,

he's not interested in accuracy.

He doesn't want to find who did it,

he just wants to find someone.

He... he falsified evidence against
me,

he ruined my life.
You can see for yourself.

John, John Blakely.
There's a Wikipedia page about me.

They won't let me edit it.

Sorry, this is coming out wrong. How
about,

erm, we sit down,
and I'll tell you what he did.

Because he's corrupt... No,
please. He's ruthless...

Please listen to me.

He will lie to you.
He will lie to you!

Right. Keep it nice and informal,
just a quick catch-up,

bit of gossip,
and then when the moment is right,

you lead the talk towards
Arthur Wakefield.

There used to be
a little terrace there that caught

the sun.
It's been absorbed by the car park.

Which would suggest they're
increasing their membership.

You're not the only detective in the
family, you know?

Why must things change?

CHATTER

Good Lord. It's Charlie Hungerford.

Nigel? I can barely see you through
the haze of toupee glue and Viagra.

Well, you'll join us, won't you?

Well, why not?

It must be six o'clock,
somewhere. Thank you.

I can't believe it.
You don't look a day over 35.

You really must do something about
those cataracts, darling.

And we were so sorry
to hear about Rachel.

Well, we soldier on,

don't we? Your health.

Well, what's the gossip?

And remember Bobby Guthrie?
Liver transplant.

PHONE BUZZES

Hardly surprising.

He said anything under 12%
is "breakfast wine".

And while I remember,

I'd like to pay my condolences
to Arthur Wakefield.

Oh, God, yes. Ghastly business.

Is he in the spa?
I saw his car outside.

Actually, that's mine now.

How on Earth did you get him
to part with it?

Or is he currently still in
the boot?

People change...

Or in your case, they don't.

Will you excuse me,
boys? Little girls' room.

Oh, I see. Bergerac.
The son-in-law. Dear me, Charlie.

It's Richard Nash,
isn't it? Er, look,

I'm really sorry about this,
I know it's a little unconventional.

It's really important I speak
to someone about Arthur Wakefield.

Well, I can't help you.
Wait in the car, James.

No, I think I should...

I've got this. As Kim would say.
Hence the new school.

Forgive the subterfuge,
Dickie. But this is important.

What happened to
Arthur's daughter-in-law,

it's possible HE was the target.
I know,

I know, and in his own home.

But the police don't have a clue,
this isn't their world.

So, can you think
of anyone who'd want to hurt Arthur?

I'm sure he's put some noses
out of joint over the years,

could any of them be behind this?

Allied Cirocel.

It was an engineering company that
Arthur bought back in 2009.

Look it up,

but you won't see his name anywhere
near it.

Why, what happened?
Was there an issue with the sale?

No, Charlie,
that's all you're getting.

And it wasn't from me.

Understood.

Bless you, Dickie.

Ah, here we are.Hmm.
Allied Cirocel.

Sold in 2009 to
a company called Loctex.

"Researchers at Allied developed

"a breakthrough non-lithium battery,

"the Cirocel battery, which is now
used globally,

"upwards of ten million sold last
year alone."

Right, and they were bought by who?
By Loctex?

What does it say about them?

Nothing, nothing.
That's all there is.

Er, go back to the first company,
Allied Cirocel. Who owned them?

Here we are, Jonathan Robson.

Oh, he invented this magic battery.
But died 2010.

Jumped off the roof
of his old office building.

Leaving a wife, Linda,
and a daughter, Ellie, aged ten.

Do me a favour.
While you've got the phone out,

look up the plot of Elektra.

I don't need to.

Elektra is a character in
Greek mythology.

Condemned to a life
of poverty, after her father,

King Agamemnon, is m*rder*d,

and so wreaks revenge on
his K*llers.

And that is the benefit of

a world-class education at
St Bernadette's.

Great for pub quizzes, then.

KNOCKS DOOR Hey, hey.

Dad. Great. I need some money...

No, listen. It's pointless carrying
my toothbrush

and stuff with me every time
I go back home,

so why don't I just keep some here.

Yeah...

Yeah. Erm, erm, yeah,
about that...

You know those people that we
arrested? Mm-hm.

Erm, I don't think they did it.
So, so the case goes on.

Just means I won't be home much.

Right.
I'm really sorry,

I know that staying here
isn't perfect.

It's not that. It's just...
We were gonna talk, weren't we?

Er, yeah, we will.

You keep saying that.

No, I don't keep saying it.
I've said it once.

It's for you too, Dad.

The conversation. You need it too.

You've got me all worked out,
haven't you?

No, sorry, you're right.

In the meantime,

let's do lunch tomorrow.
How does that sound?

Yeah, sure.

That would be nice.

Erm...
I should probably.

Yeah, no, go for it.

I'll call you about tomorrow.

Bye, love.

Bye, Dad.

Oh, God, what is that face?
I hate that face.

On the night of Cate's m*rder...

Yeah.

..Tomos said he took in a package
for a neighbour.

So, I checked it out and erm, yeah,

it tallies up with
the time code from the courier.

You are sh1tting me.
Did he see Mia?

Over Tomos's shoulder,
asleep on the sofa.

Well, that's back
to square f*cking one.

We're obviously still charging
for the abduction.

Whoop-de-do,
that's not even MY case.

Speaking of which,
where is Golden ba*ls?

PHONE BUZZES

Hey.

It wasn't Mia and Tomos.
They've got a solid alibi.

You were right.

But your absence is getting
commented on.

Barney wants a team meeting
to discuss new leads,

I'll have to raise
the letter again.

Er, give me half an hour on that,
I've got some traction.

Erm... Listen,

do the Wakefields know about Mia
and Tomos yet?

No, I was gonna head over after
the meet with Barney.

Don't tell them just yet.
Arthur's hiding something.

Knowing that Mia
and Tomos are in the clear

for m*rder might make him clam up
even more.

Arthur's hiding what?

Does the name Ellie
Robson mean anything to you?

Or Jonathan Robson?
Ring a distant bell?

No? What about Allied Cirocel?

It was Jonathan Robson's company.

It was bought by another company
called Loctex.

The weird thing is,

they didn't exist before or after
this transaction.

They appeared out of nowhere,
bought Allied Cirocel,

and then disappeared.

Like Brigadoon.

Then one of Jonathan
Robson's innovations,

the Cirocel battery,
starts to feature in your marketing.

What's that phrase you use?

"Power need not corrupt".

I bought Loctex. And with it,
the catalogue of patents,

innovations, plans,
back-of-the-beer-mat ideas,

oh, and the,

the debt that came

with their purchase
of Allied Cirocel.

The thing is,
a couple of years later,

Jonathan Robson committed suicide.

Correlation doesn't imply causation,
Inspector.

Jonathan Robson was clearly
a brilliant man.

He was also a very troubled man.

But his intellectual property was

paid for.
Some might say handsomely.

Though some might not.
Which brings us back to this.

I believe this came from
Ellie Robson,

Jonathan Robson's daughter.

Hence the references to
a m*rder*d father,

and an avenging daughter.
It's a bit oblique, though,

isn't it? Coming out of the blue,

I can't imagine it would make
much sense.

It feels to me more like a theme.

So, how many have there been?

Two or three a year for
the last five years. That's all.

"That's all". Do you still
have them?

No, we do not. I threw them out.

Ellie Robson is a fantasist.

She's trying to make sense
of her father's death.

Now, if I'd thought for one minute
that she was involved in Cate's
death,

I'd have told you.
But it's not up to you

to decide what is or what
isn't relevant,

or who is or who isn't
a credible suspect.

You have your suspects, they're
literally in bloody custody.

We haven't been able
to charge them yet.

And until we do,
we have to pursue other leads.

So, this is important.
Rightly or wrongly,

she believes that you ruined her
father, and that is a motive.

What, to k*ll Cate? Oh, come on!

To hurt YOU.

So, what are you gonna do?

What am I gonna do? She's a suspect,

I have to look into it.
But moving forward,

let's just assume everything is
relevant, clear?

You wanted them to know about
the letters, and now they do.

I wanted them to know,
because if it was Ellie Robson,

then you're the target.

Meaning there's every chance she'll
come back to finish the job.

Ellie Robson didn't k*ll Cate.
We know who k*lled Cate.

And in the meantime.
A question here,

a question there.
That's all it takes.

And as far as Bergerac is concerned,

this isn't even about Cate any
more.

He's never gonna give up.

What is it?

There was a man here earlier.

Yeah, Kara showed me the letter.

I said grieving families get sent
weird sh*t.

And you're right.

But it turns out there's this whole
other story

with this Robson guy,
whose daughter has been,

basically, she's been harassing
Arthur for years.

Where I get confused is, what does
this have to do with the ransom
money?

No, it doesn't. But I was literally
in the room with Arthur, so I just
thought I'd check it out.

And all this? You did this just
because you were literally in the

room with your laptop and your
printer?

Well, no, I wanted to give you
something tangible. I didn't want a
repeat of what happened

with John Blakley. You know,

when I foolishly went after him,

not knowing he had an alibi.

Even though his alibi had actually
come through to this team.

Yeah, no, that's, no,
good, always good to be sure.

I buy this. I think she could be a
real person of interest... Great.

To the m*rder inquiry, which is why
I will go and have a chat with her.

Give me a minute, and I'll come with
you. That's all right, I'll take
Kara.

You got ID on the Robson girl?

Well, look at that. It's all in
here. This is great stuff.

Thank you, Jim. Kara! With me.

PHONE BUZZES

How did she do that?

Thank you so much
for being here at very nearly

the time we agreed.

See? They're not
the Midwich Cuckoos after all.

Mrs Hungerford?
Ah.

So lovely to meet you.
Rose Parsons, Head of English.

Thank you so much

for arranging this at such short
notice.

This is my son-in-law, James.

Can I just say how sorry we were
to hear about Rachel?

Some of her teachers are still on
the faculty here

and I know they all thought
the world of her.

So did we.

Now, once I've finished showing
you around,

I was hoping you might linger
a moment.

Someone mentioned that Rachel was in
a production

the school did of Romeo And Juliet.

That's right, she played the nurse.

Well. I had a bit of
a trawl through the archive,

and you'll never guess what I found.

An actual video of
the production. I had a quick look.

She has the audience in fits.

I thought we could watch it,

or at least as much as you have
time for.

Honestly,
she's absolutely glorious.

Goodness. That sounds,
fun. What do you think, James?

Er... yeah.

Wonderful. Shall we?
Yes.

I hear Kim is very musical.

Remind me to show you the new
recording studio. Actually, erm...

sh*t, sorry, I've erm,
I've left something in the car.

You cover the back.
She might be expecting a visit.

OK.

RINGS BELL

Miss Ellie Robson? Yes.

Detective Inspector Barney Crozier.
Do you mind if I come in?

Of course.

Oh, f*ck. Right, Miss
Robson!

ENGINE STARTS

TYRES SCREECH

Kara...!

Oh.

Kara... Kara!

Look, even I would struggle

to see my dead daughter happy and
healthy in glorious Technicolor,

but we're here for Kim.

And so, we go back in there,
and we smile

and we gaze in awe at all
the world-class facilities,

and then we say, "Oh, no,
must dash,"

and we go home
and scream into a pillow.

I am doing my best.

I am trying to give Kim stability
and solidity.

That's why I'm back at work.

But just sometimes, it's just a lot.

Today was fun.
I enjoyed being useful.

I could forget,
just for a minute.

So, I see the attraction.
But it's a mirage,

you understand that, don't you?

RADIO: DC Molloy to all ranks.
Urgent assistance required.

Suspect Ellie Robson female,
the A11.

She had the home advantage.

Suspect vehicle heading north-west
on Vallee de Saint Pierre,

taking a left-left into
Sandy Brook.

DCI Bergerac on Rue de Mans.

Oh, sh*t, where did she go?
DC Molloy to all ranks.

Suspect's current location unknown.

Please be on lookout for female, 25,

in a grey Nissan Micra.
One-Three-Two-Two-Eight-Five.

What direction was she headed when
you lost her?

Could she be heading to
the Wakefields'?

No, opposite direction.
She could be heading to the port.

She might be trying to get off
the island.

I know where she's going.

All units head to Marshall House on
Val Plaisant.

Just help me out here.

The detective in charge

of investigating your
daughter-in-law's m*rder,

you want us to what?
To expose him, undermine him?

Right, the murderers are already
in custody

so this sudden interest in
my business,

of which, by the way, there is
nothing amiss,

OK, nothing. It's irrelevant,
it's a fishing expedition.

Yes, but look at the optics, Arthur.

Bergerac is popular.

He's admired. Whereas him.
You know what he did?

Yeah, but what if he didn't?

What if what he said was true

and Bergerac really did
try to falsify that evidence?

What if we're talking
a whole career of corruption

and criminality?

Oh, and there's one other thing
to consider.

Remember...

..I'm on the board of directors
of your f*cking newspaper!

I think that covers everything.

SIREN

We're gonna need paramedics,

and the Fire Service.
She's gonna jump.

Wait, what? How do you know?

I've found her.

SHE SNIFFLES

Ellie...

SHE WHIMPERS
Ellie. Ellie.

My name is
Jim. I'm a police officer.

This is where your dad died,
isn't it?

Look, I know who he is.

I know what you think
Arthur Wakefield did to him.

I didn't k*ll Cate.
Then we don't have a problem.

I just sent the letters.

Yeah, well, the letters aren't that
big a deal.

I wanted to do more.

Well, yeah, I'm sure,
but you didn't.

I wanted to set dogs on him.

No, that would have been
too much.

This rage. It's all I am,
top to bottom.

Everything stopped when my dad died.

I may as well have jumped off
with him!

I can't...

Why don't you tell me
what happened?

Arthur knew about the battery.

He'd seen the plans, somehow.

But he paid my dad a pittance.

Do you know how much money
Arthur made off Dad's battery?

How much?
Ten million.

And the shame my dad felt,

for getting tricked like that.

He watched us struggle,

and it tore him apart. After he...

My mum tried getting lawyers,

but they said Arthur had it all sewn
up tight.

So, yeah, ten years later,

I send him these pathetic
little letters!

I know a bit about how you feel.

You lose someone you love,
it's a line through your life.

Everything's before or it's after,
they're different worlds.

And I know a bit about
the shame that your dad felt, too.

In fact, I'd say I'm something of an
expert there.

But look, he wouldn't want this.

Just as I wouldn't want this
for my daughter.

The waste of his life,
the waste of yours.

That is when Arthur Wakefield really
wins.

Aren't you cold?

I'm absolutely freezing.

SHE CHUCKLES

He is winning, though.

Arthur Wakefield. Look at him.

Well, let's see what we can do about
that.

I've got you. Be careful.

She'll be here.

Julien.
God, I'm so sorry about Cate.

Did you get the flowers we sent?

Er, no idea. But, thank you.

Oh, erm, sorry this is John.
He's, here to help us with, erm...

I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr Wakefield.

Thanks.

And who's this?
It's my daughter, Lily.

Oh, hi, Lily. You're beautiful.

Yeah, she's, she's a monster!

Actually, Dad, do you mind just
taking her for a minute?

Yeah. I'll take her.

No, no, no, please, don't worry.
She might be sick on you.

You wouldn't do that to me,
would you, Lily?

Well, if you're sure...

Here we go! Oh, oh, oh...

She's here.

Gentlemen.
I hear you have a story for me.

The time now is 8:19pm.

Also present is Miss
Robson's solicitor,

Mr Pat Davis. Miss Robson,

you understand why we're speaking
with you?

Because I sent the letters
to Arthur Wakefield. All of them.

So, you're admitting to harassment?

No. I'm admitting
to sending some letters

with opera quotes in them.

Though some early ones had lines
from the Discworld novels.

OK, let's talk about intent.
When you're sent.

DOOR OPENS

For the purposes of the recording,

DC Molloy has just entered
the room and handed me a file

and a mobile phone.

The intent's irrelevant.
How can the intent be irrelevant?

Because, correct me if I'm wrong,
having bad thoughts about someone
isn't ill*gal.

With intent, it's quite literally...

Er, sorry, Ellie,

these photographs were on your
phone, they're of

the Wakefield house.
They include images of the exterior,

the main entrance, interior rooms,

hand-drawn floor-plans
of all floors.

Where did you get these,
Ellie? Did you take them?

Where did you get these,
Ellie? Did you take them?

Hang on, you can't just introduce
evidence like this... Cate sent them
to me.

Why would Cate Wakefield send
you these?

I met her about seven months ago,
at a charity event.

I hadn't planned on telling her
about my dad,

how Arthur defrauded him
out of all that money.

It, it just came out.
She couldn't believe it,

she said she wanted to help me.

Help you do what?

If there was any proof that
Arthur had committed fraud,

she said it would be on his laptop.
She had this plan.

The family were gonna be at some
opera thing,

the baby was with the nanny,
there was no CCTV,

so I was supposed to sneak in

the house,
grab the laptop and get out.

Were you inclined to make use of

the information that she
sent you?

I was inclined.

I'd love to be the sort

of person that can just do that.
But... I'm not.

The time is 8:21pm.
Interview suspended.

What is it?

Er, the photographs Ellie says that
Cate sent her,

there's no record
of them on Cate's phone.

Plus, the number Ellie has saved as
Cate Wakefield is not

Cate's official number.

So, how do we know Cate sent them?

Go back through the exchanges.
The stuff she references,

the things about the Wakefields,
the house,

it's stuff only Cate would know.

OK, so Cate's got a second phone.

Mm, yeah, now look at this.

The last text that Cate sent
to Ellie.

"Well, if you won't expose
Arthur, I will."

So, the Allied Cirocel stuff,

Cate was gonna take it to
the press?

Yeah, say she was
and say Arthur found out.

What do you think he'd do
to stop her?

What's happening?

You need to see this.

Mia and Tomos Alves have been
charged with

the abduction of Lily
Wakefield. However,

evidence has come
to light that excludes them from

the investigation into
the m*rder of Cate Wakefield.

But we have several other lines

of enquiry that we are
currently pursuing

and we would like to assure
the public,

and in particular
the Wakefield family,

that whoever k*lled Cate will be
brought to justice.

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