"The police were able to confirm the body of a young female was found in nearby reed beds." "So, did you find your trainers?" "No." "To anyone with any information, as a mother I beg you to come forward." "A single blow just under two centimetres wide at its entry." "You said you saw someone." "I saw him going into his room." "Perhaps you thought you did." "You saying I'm lying?" "I'm going to my dad's!" "What time did you get in on Monday night?" "Quite late, nearly nine." "I came round." "Waited till about eight." "I want you to watch him." "Where he goes, what he does." "His name's Sean Christie." "He was done for indecent assault on a 15-year-old girl, and our son thinks he's a friend." "The police must already be aware of this boy, given his history." "We won't be telling them anything they don't know already." "Well, about him, no." "Rosie, I cannot believe that our son could have ever..." "And would ever, ever hurt anybody." "But if this other lad has, and he's used Jamie some way." "I don't know." "You know, to cover his tracks for him." "You know, because Jamie has done something appalling." "Something very, very wrong and when the dust has settled we're going to have to sit down with him." "But right now, I..." "I cannot see... what is to be gained from taking this to the police." "Can you?" "No." "No, I can't." "I have to go." "Where are the trainers now?" "Why?" "It's all right." "Night-night." "Sainsbury's open late these days." "Sorry." "I just need some time alone to think." "What nearly four hours?" "Wow!" "Things are obviously worse than I thought they were." "Oh, please speak to me, Rosie, you're really scaring me." "Are we seriously in trouble because of a few problems that surely can be talked through?" "Are we that fragile?" "No." "I'm so sorry, Ben." "I love you so much." "Jamie." "What sort of hairs?" "Pubic, in amongst hers, which would suggest she had sex immediately prior to her death." "But she still thinks not rape." "There are no indications of rape." "OK." "Let's talk to the parents again, see if there's a boyfriend we've missed or a - what is it they call them these days?" "Friends with benefits." "Yeah." "The hair's gone to the lab?" "First thing." "Results in a couple of days." "Hello." "Morning, can I speak to David Haleton, please?" "Speaking." "Hi, this is DC Sue Upton from Ryder Hill Police station." "Oh, hi." "I'm part of the investigation team working on the Lorraine Mullary case." "Oh, yeah." "I think one of our officers spoke to your son Jamie couple of days ago at school." "Oh, yeah, he said, yeah." "We're just confirming all the details the kids gave us now." "Yeah, no problem." "Jamie said that he left school at about quarter to four." "Yeah." "And then came straight to your house, and that he stayed there till eight and then..." "OK, and then went home to his mum's, where he lives." "Yeah." "You can confirm all that?" "I can, yeah." "And you were there all that time?" "Er, yeah, I was here from when he arrived to when he left, yeah." "And he didn't go out during that time at all?" "Er..." "No, he didn't, no." "And how long would it have taken him to get to his mum's?" "Ten minutes, maybe." "OK, well, I think that's it." "Yep, that's it." "I said it was nice and simple." "Oh, OK." "I doubt we'll need to speak to you again but if we do is this the best number to call?" "Yeah, this is fine." "Jolly good." "Thank you very much then, Mr Haleton." "Yeah, no problem." "Bye now." "Hey, Rob." "All right, sweetheart?" "I was home on Monday." "I got back just after seven." "You what?" "Last Monday." "I was there." "All the time." "I think you were at piano on Monday, weren't you?" "She forgot I was meant to do two hours." "Her brain's going." "She let me off at seven and I got back just after ten past." "I saw Jamie in the kitchen." "He wasn't at his Dad's." "Why are you telling me this?" "Rob, is there something worrying you?" "No, I'm sorry." "I'm just thinking about my sister." "Rob!" "Robert!" "Just picking him up, OK?" "Would you keep and eye?" "Yeah." "Jamie." "Jamie!" "Hey." "What's the matter?" "I need to talk to you." "About what?" "Not here." "About what?" "Can you get in the car, please?" "Mum, I'm meeting friends." "We followed you, your dad and me, yesterday, from school." "We know who you've been hanging out with and we're very worried." "Why the hell did you follow me?" "Sweetheart, we'll always love you, darling, no matter what..." "No matter what mistakes you've made I'll always love you, but... we know." "Know what?" "About your trainers." "I found them, Jamie, I know about your trainers and the blood on them." "What are you saying?" "You know what I'm saying." "No, I don't, spell it out." "What are you saying?" "Jamie - No!" "Are you all right?" "I'm fine, I'm fine." "Fuck you, Mother." "So, how sure are you it is blood?" "I found a test on the internet." "It's blood." "And what makes you think the shoes were hidden under there as opposed to just being lost?" "He made up some lie about them being stolen." "Why else do that?" "Cos he thought he had lost them?" "Thought that saying they were stolen would annoy you less?" "There's other stuff." "His timelines don't add up." "Someone put all his school clothes in the washing machine at 6:30 on Monday." "He didn't get back until 8:15." "So, are you seriously suggesting..." "You think it could be Lorraine Mullary's blood?" "All I know is, this other kid assaulted a young girl a year or so ago" "Jamie has been hanging out with him." "Has he offered an explanation for the shoes?" "We didn't really get that far." "You haven't actually asked him straight?" "We were outside school, Ben." "He got really upset when I mentioned them, and why wouldn't he?" "If I'm completely wrong about this, why the hell wouldn't he react badly?" "When did you find them?" "Tuesday." "Last Tuesday?" "Yeah." "That's a week, Rosie." "I know." "You've kept this to yourself for a week?" "Oh, I see." "You told David." "I had to." "Oh, wow!" "You told your ex-husband before you told me." "David's his father." "And a man you say you loathe, whose opinions you ridicule." "But you shared this with him before you did with me." "At least you competing with someone still alive, someone you stand a chance against." "You're a solicitor, I didn't want to compromise you." "Oh, please, that's insulting!" "This is so far beyond anything to do with my work." "This is family, Rosie." "Our family!" "I'm sorry." "Well, we need to talk to him as soon as he gets back." "Not we, you." "Oh, God, call David if you want to." "No, we'll do it, you and me." "Fine." "We'll do it." "And then?" "Well, if he can't come up with a reasonable explanation... we'll have to go to the police, won't we?" "OK." "First up... to be completely clear, I didn't kill Lorraine Mullary." "Jamie, I never thought" " Nor did I have anything to do with her death or know how she died." "You asked about my trainers." "It's fox blood." "It's from a dead fox." "I found it on the road by the heath." "We gave it a boot for a laugh." "Not very grown-up, I know." "But, hey, get it tested, it's fox blood." "So, why did you hide them?" "I didn't, where were they?" "Under your bed." "Well, someone must have kicked them under." "Obviously, I said they were nicked because I knew you'd be mad." "I'm sorry." "And where were you, then, from after school until eight?" "Cos we know that you weren't at your father's." "With a mate, having a puff." "Puff?" "What, you mean dope?" "Weed, yes." "I'm sorry." "Which friend?" "Sean Christie?" "Yes." "I presume you know that Christie was arrested last year over an assault on a young girl." "She was a nutter, the charges were dropped." "So you said you were at your dad's." "I didn't think it was the smartest idea to tell them I was with Sean." "So, where did you go?" "The woods." "Nowhere near the beach?" "No." "And that's all you did?" "Yes." "And you definitely didn't see Lorraine?" "No." "So, what time did you get back here?" "Erm..." "Don't know." "About half-six, quarter to seven, I think." "And then you put a wash on?" "A wash?" "Someone put a wash on." "I've asked all the others." "Oh, actually, I think I did." "Why, Jamie?" "You've never put a wash on in your life." "Because my clothes stank of smoke." "What did you wash?" "What I was wearing." "Whatever else was in the laundry bin." "Why didn't you tell your mum all this earlier, at school?" "Cos I've got GCSEs coming out of my arse, Jess accusing me of being a pervert, a school friend murdered and you ask me why I don't act rationally, when my mum suggests that I'm involved in this." "I was upset and confused." "Sorry." "Do you have children?" "A little one." "Just eight." "You know everything about them at that age, don't you?" "They're just an extension of you, really, aren't they?" "Then slowly... they start to pull away." "Make their own lives, become their own people." "Make their own choices." "Own mistakes." "Which is what you want." "It's what your job was, wasn't it?" "Roots... and wings." "Then it's OK, because you know that they'll come back." "When they're ready." "So, you ask about boyfriends and... friends." "But... the truth is," "I didn't really know her very well in the last year or so." "You know, she was out there." "Making her own life." "And she hadn't come back to us yet." "And now she never will." "You OK?" "Where are they?" "The trainers." "Why?" "They're under the sink in a bag at the back." "We need to take them to the police, Ro." "What, didn't you believe him?" "I thought he was completely convincing but... we have a responsibility, if there's any doubt." "But there isn't." "You're his mother." "Do you think he did something, then?" "If you think he helped hide the body or actually killed her, I need to know if you think I've raised a boy who could do that." "No." "Good." "Thank you." "This isn't about what we think, is it, you or I?" "And if I take the trainers to the police, who say it's what he said, which they will," "I don't think he'd ever forgive me, and I wouldn't blame him!" "He knows that's what you're thinking." "You think he's manipulating us?" "I'm just saying..." "I'm not taking him to the police." "I can't force you, obviously." "But I think you need to think really hard about what you're doing." "And whatever decision you come to, I think we need to postpone this holiday." "Can't go away with this hanging over our heads." "He's given us an explanation." "Blame it on me." "Say it's to do with work." "I'm not going on holiday until - Jess is safe, if that's what you're worried about." "Your daughter is safe." "Jamie?" "Hey." "What are you doing?" "What are you looking for?" "Matches." "Go to bed, it's really late." "Yeah, sure, sorry. 'Night." "Yeah." "Got a match on the hair profile." "Who?" "Local lad, history of violent behaviour at school." "Nicked but not charged last year for an indecent assault on a 15-year-old girl." "Name of Sean Christie." "Let's go." "OK." "I'll see you next week." "Yeah, take it easy." "Rosie?" "What if he did it, David?" "What if our baby killed her?" "What would we do?" "Would we hand him in?" "But he didn't, Ro." "He didn't." "He didn't." "Ben." "Ben?" "Um..." "I'm so sorry." "I'll have to ask you to excuse me." "I'm actually not feeling very well." "Police!" "Actually, Ben's being very supportive." "Would he go behind your back?" "No, no, he wouldn't." "You don't sound so sure." "I'm sure." "Why'd you even tell him?" "He's my husband, David." "But he's not his father." "So he doesn't know what's best for our son." "It's done now." "Tell him I know, tell him." "If he does a single thing to hurt my son..." "Hello." "I think you need to come home." "I found it behind Jamie's bookcase." "It's not Livvy's, is it?" "No." "It's not Jessie's, either." "Let's go and pick him up from school." "Sorry." "I'm really sorry I lied." "Um..." "I knew her better than I said." "Me and Sean had hung out with her a few times." "Down here, up on the heath." "She liked a puff, she was a laugh." "I mean, we all got on." "So this was hers." "Yeah." "She dropped that the last time I saw her." "Obviously, I was going to give it back to her." "What do you mean 'She dropped it'?" "How did she drop it?" "We met up the um... night before she died, me, Sean and her." "After school." "We er... had a puff." "And it was quite strong and erm..." "And what, Jamie?" "Sean sort of tried it on with her." "What do you mean 'Tried it on with her'?" "He didn't mean anything by it, he was just off his head." "He just er..." "He tried to erm... kiss her and touch her." "He touched her?" "Where did he touch her?" "You know, her chest and her bum, you know." "What did she do?" "She pushed him off." "Got really mad." "And he stopped?" "Yeah, he stopped but she was still really pissed off and she left saying she was going to go to the police." "Oh, Jesus." "Seriously, though, it was just a stoned bloke getting it wrong, he didn't mean any harm." "And you had nothing to do with it?" "No, absolutely nothing." "So why did you lie to us about how well you knew her?" "I panicked." "I..." "I didn't know if she'd been to the police about him." "I didn't..." "I didn't want them to know that I knew her or even spent time with her, so I lied." "I'm sorry." "I'm so sorry." "I swear, I've absolutely nothing to do with anything else." "Sweetheart, if he hurt her and you helped him afterwards or anything, now is the time to tell us." "I swear." "On Livvy's life." "I've told you everything." "And it's stupid, so incredibly stupid, but please, Mum, don't go to the police." "Sean Christie, I am arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Lorraine Mullary." "You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence..." "Police are giving few details about this morning's developments other than to say a 19-year-old man has been arrested and is currently assisting them with their enquiries." "So, if Christie tells them about the incident with the girl, that Jamie was there and they come here and search the house, if Jamie has done anything wrong it will go so much worse for him than if we go there now." "We're not going to the police." "No, Ben, I believe my son and I have no intention of further messing up that increasingly fragile relationship." "Rosie, you sound irrational." "I'm defending a vulnerable child." "Do you have the monopoly on damaged kids?" "No, they have this boy in custody." "There is nothing to be gained from taking Jamie to the police, and everything to lose for my family!" "We have responsibilities, Rosie." "All of us, kids included, and it's our job to teach them that." "Like you said, we understand our own kids best and I know best how to help Jamie understand them, but thanks for the fucking pompous lecture!" "And what if I don't agree?" "What if I go to the police?" "Well, if you really loved me, Ben, you simply wouldn't do that." "I did have sex with her but I didn't rape her and I didn't hurt her." "And when was the last time you had sex with her?" "On the day she died." "Where?" "In the woods." "After school?" "Lunch time." "You had sex with her during her lunch break?" "Yeah." "And what happened afterwards?" "I kissed her goodbye and I left her there." "She was fine when I left her." "I swear she was absolutely fine." "And then you say you hitchhiked to Felixstowe." "Yeah, I got there about five." "Five?" "Yeah." "OK." "How sure are you it was five?" "Why, what time was she killed?" "What is it?" "A piece of leather from a trainer." "The stain's blood." "Blood." "Yes." "It's just a client of mine, it's a rather an unpleasant divorce." "The husband says it's from when their dog cut its leg on barbed wire." "My client says it's from when he hit her." "Oh, nice." "Is that possible, test to see if it's human or animal?" "She doesn't want to press charges because of the kids." "I just want him to know that she could." "It's actually very simple." "If it is animal blood," "I can probably even tell you if it's canine or not." "Oh, mate, that would be so useful." "There's a preliminary case con tomorrow." "How long do you reckon that would...?" "Listen, I could probably do it now if you want." "Take about an hour." "Murray, you're a bloody genius." "Here." "Mum wants you back by half-four." "Take him to the cleaners." "What?" "It's not animal blood." "How sure?" "100%." "That blood's human." "He was cautioned at ten to five by a uniformed copper in Felixstowe town centre for being drunk and disorderly." "The last sighting of Lorraine was at 4:12." "Felixstowe's an hour, minimum, from here." "You had them tested?" "Well, I..." "I can't believe you did that." "But I did." "So?" "I don't really know what you want me to say, Ben." "Sean Christie has been arrested." "There'll be an explanation even if Murray's right." "Even?" "It will be Jamie's blood, from a nose bleed." "Then why did he lie?" "He will have lied because he panicked." "Look, the fact is somebody has already been arrested, Ben." "I have a daughter about the same age as Lorraine Mullary on her way home from school." "You really think that my son would hurt your daughter?" "You really think that for one nano-second I would take that chance?" "Look, the fact is, Sean Christie - I don't give a damn about Sean Christie!" "I'm sorry, Rosie, but I think you're so consumed with guilt, that you can't see straight any more." "You can't see what's right in front of your eyes." "I'm going to the police." "You put your kids first, and I'll put mine." "Ben, please." "Please!" "Stop it!" "Rosie!" "No, Ben!" "Ben, please!" "Stop!" "Get off me!" "I'm sorry." "David, it's me." "Ben's gone to the police." "He's had the blood tested and it's human." "Tested by who?" "A friend at the university." "He's got a lab there." "So have you spoken to Jamie?" "No." "I've only just found out myself." "And where's Jamie now?" "In his room." "And where's Ben?" "He's just left." "So, it'll be Jamie's blood, Ro." "Or else he's lent his trainers to this lad." "That's what I said." "OK." "Stay there, OK?" "Just stay there, I'm gonna come round." "Jamie?" "Jamie?" "Jamie?" "Jamie!" "The joint was rolled by Christie, it had his DNA on the saliva of the paper." "But it wasn't smoked by him." "We know he gave it to Lorraine." "Says he gave it to her after they'd had sex." "So, smoked by her?" "We found two further DNA traces on the butt, one of which matches Lorraine." "And the other?" "No match with anyone on the database." "So?" "So, I've got an idea." "A 19-year-old man has been released in the last hour." "Police say he is no longer central to their inquiries into the death of..." "Jess and Rob, I want you to grab an overnight bag, please." "What?" "Ben." "We're going to stay with your gran, so..." "I've got a math's exam tomorrow, I can't just" " Just do it!" "Just do it." "Please." "Livvy, can you give your mum and me five minutes?" "Thank you." "Where is he?" "I don't know." "I didn't go in in the end." "In the end I thought, 'He's yours'." "But we can't stay here any more." "You understand that?" "Yeah." "I do love you, Rosie." "I really do." "I'll call you." "She said you were going to the police." "I changed my mind." "Ben, I'm sorry." "Yeah." "Is he back?" "No." "He rang." "He's down near the beach." "He wants me to go down there." "Well... shall I come too or...?" "Maybe you could stay with Liv." "What did we do, Rosie?" "What did we do wrong?" "All our dreams..." "We don't know yet, David." "Not for sure." "No, we don't." "In the case of schoolgirl Lorraine Mullary, police say the voluntary screening for men between the ages of 16 and 60 will involve a simple DNA swab test." "This will enable them to start the process of elimination." "Hi, Mum." "Hello, Jamie." "I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" "What I did to Lorraine." "And what did you do to her?" "I killed her." "I'm sorry." "Oh, Jamie..." "How could you have done such a terrible thing?" "I don't know." "I mean, I know why I got angry with her." "It's cos she wouldn't have sex with me..." "She screwed Sean, who's a dog, but she wouldn't screw me." "She just laughed at me." "But why I did... that..." "I really don't know." "And I've tried to work it out, where that could have come from." "Is it, you know, you and Dad... or... porn or weed or any of that usual shit people say?" "I don't think it is." "Actually... in the end..." "I just think it's me." "In the end, I just think I'm a bad person." "No, Jamie." "And I'm sorry for that." "And for Lorraine, and her parents... and you and Dad..." "But in the end, I just think... that's all I can give you." "I can't believe you're a bad person, Jamie." "The person you describe is not the person I know... my lovely little boy..." "I can't believe you're a bad person." "But you have done a very... a very bad thing..." "For which, I think you know, you need to be punished." "Will you still love me?" "I'll always love you." "You're my son."