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Sexy young model, drugs, murder...
The tabloids couldn't have dreamt of a better story.
Straight after the cremations, her ashes are all yours.
What do you say to someone who's suffered a loss like that?
I wouldn't know where to start.
- If this silencer was on the gun... - That's a big if.
- There's blood on it. - It's a hunting rifle!
- How tall was she, Sheila? - Five foot seven and a half.
I can't reach it.
He shot all of them with the silencer on, including Sheila.
Brett! Look at you.
Man, it's good to see you.
Ah, you look amazing.
You look amazing!
Jeremy met him when he was travelling in Australia.
I want to thank the Coroner for giving us back our family.
My mother and father will all be laid to rest as soon as possible.
If them bodies get released, Jeremy Bamber plans to cremate them.
That's evidence up in smoke.
389, 390 and that's 400.
- Pleasure doing business. - What about the medals?
Well, as I said, medals aren't really my area.
Oh, come on, you can on-sell them. Make us an offer.
- I'll give you 50. - No, I think I'd rather keep them.
60.
- 55 and that's my last word. - Done.
He must've been very brave, your dad.
Until probate clears, you'll need cash.
Luckily, Uncle Brett was here to make it happen.
You're a cheeky bastard.
Well, now we can have champagne with lunch.
Jem, you should have said something if you wanted to keep them.
I didn't.
I was just trying to get the extra ten quid out of him.
Oi, Cookie!
- Give us a sec, Fred. - Morning, Stan.
What the hell's this?
Well, it's the Bamber case,
the final test results for the blood in the silencer.
I know that!
The preliminary report had it as Sheila Caffell's blood group.
- This says maybe not. - Well, we were testing for an enzyme,
which would indicate Sheila's blood group was present in the sample.
- And it says here you found it. - But then we repeated the test.
It turns out you get the same reaction
when two different blood groups are mixed together.
- Nevill and June's blood groups. - We'll make a SOCO of you yet, Stan.
But I'd still say it's 90% likely it was Sheila's blood.
But on this test we can't be completely sure.
Fine. What about the hair that was stuck to the silencer?
- There's no mention of that. - Because we didn't find a hair.
- You're telling me you lost it? - Us?
You brought the thing wrapped up in a cardboard roll.
Have you ever heard of evidence bags?
Regardless of what group it is, the presence of human blood
suggests that the silencer was used in the killings.
If the silencer was on the gun when the shooting started,
why would Sheila stop and take it off?
Because, when she came to shoot herself,
- she couldn't reach the trigger. - But it was put away in a cupboard.
You really think she'd do that?
No.
But that's what the defence'll argue, if this ever gets to court.
Hang on a minute, where's this come from?
It's been here the whole time, I think.
When the boys cleaned up the place, they found it under some papers.
- Apparently, it's a spare. - Says who?
Jeremy.
Who keeps a spare phone sitting around?
Jeremy says that the usual kitchen phone is being repaired, so...
If this is a spare, and the usual kitchen phone's being repaired...
...where did this one come from?
A phone jack.
This used to be here, by the bed.
Look, the table's all faded where it used to sit.
And that's why June came to this side of the bed,
- looking for a phone. - But it wasn't here.
It'd been moved downstairs to stop them calling for help.
OK, but Nevill did call for help.
- At least, according to Jeremy. - From downstairs.
Sure. But all this still fits with Jeremy's story.
Does it?
Nevill was shot eight times. Four upstairs, four down.
We know the upstairs shots happened first.
He was bleeding when he came down.
One of the eight shots was to the mouth.
Through his cheek. Nearly severed his tongue.
So how did he talk to Jeremy on the phone?
The shot to the mouth must have happened later,
in the kitchen, after he'd phoned.
OK.
But the four shots in the top of his head, closely grouped,
fired in quick succession.
You're telling me they were fired from here
into the top of his head?
They must have been killing shots, fired downstairs,
after he was beaten.
So the other four shots, including the one to the mouth,
were inflicted up here before he had access to a phone.
So you tell me...
- ...how did he speak to Jeremy? - You're right.
- You've got to go to Taff. - Not Taff. Not this time.
Detective Sergeant, the Regional Superintendent will see you now.
So, tell me.
Well, sir, I feel things may be going awry
with the Bamber investigation.
The funerals are tomorrow, and the bodies'll be burned...
- Cremated. - Either way, they'll be gone.
Along with any forensic evidence they might yield.
Evidence of what?
I mean, you don't believe this rubbish in the papers
- about drug gangs and hitmen. - No, sir.
But you've got your own theory.
There are a number of things which point quite strongly to the son.
Jeremy Bamber.
I've put together a brief, indicating areas of concern.
I'm more than happy to talk you through them,
give you some background.
I feel it's imperative that we do all we can
to prevent the cremations.
He's certainly been getting a lot of sympathy in the media.
- Bamber, I mean. - He has, sir.
And I feel it's misplaced.
I'm told Miss Caffell wasn't drugged,
aside from her regular medication.
Wasn't restrained, wasn't bound, and yet you say...
...that her suicide was somehow faked.
That is a difficult aspect of the case, I'll admit.
- But the evidence I've outlined... - This evidence.
- I take it you've presented it to your DCI? - I did, sir.
But he shares none of your qualms?
Early on, DCI Jones came to the view it was murder suicide.
He's never moved, despite contrary evidence becoming available.
In essence, Detective Sergeant,
you're saying your senior officer is incompetent.
I'm saying he has closed his mind to...
...alternative scenarios.
As it happens, I spoke to DCI Jones, after you requested this meeting,
and he briefed me on the investigation.
I want you to know he has my complete confidence.
He also told me you've been making trouble from the start.
- I don't see it that way. - Don't you?
Well, perhaps you'd better start seeing it that way.
He said six.
Right. It's only a few minutes after.
There you are.
Right, now, you're both going to have to take your food upstairs.
- But I want to hear what the policeman says. - Upstairs, now.
You too, Michael, please, thank you. Off you go.
Detective Sergeant, please, come in, sit down.
Thank you, I'm fine standing.
- Can I offer you a drink? - No, thank you.
- Something to eat? - No, really.
- A nip of whisky, at least. - You should know it's bad news.
The funerals are going ahead.
What?
I'm sorry, it's been given due consideration,
and that is the decision.
What about the new evidence, the silencer?
The forensics on the silencer are inconclusive.
And... And Jeremy's behaviour.
The way he's stripping my aunt's home, selling everything off.
The stuff he's selling, is it yours?
You know it's not.
Then, how is it your business what he does with it?
- You said you'd help us. - I said I'd look into it. And I have.
But the police force is a big machine, I'm just one cog.
Once more, I'm sorry. I should let you get on with your dinner.
I taught my children to trust in the police.
What a mistake that was.
I'll see you out, then.
Ah!
Well, the cavalry arrives, at last!
Yeah, there's more in the car if you want to get off your bum and help.
A quick nip first.
Fortify us for the hard labour ahead.
You know, that's meant for the wake.
Well, we'd best road test it, then, hadn't we?
Wouldn't want to serve inferior grog to those in mourning.
I'd like to propose a toast.
Even on a sad occasion as this, the light of love shines through.
- To the engaged couple. - Engaged?
- I'll drink to that! - Jesus, Brett...
- Oh, my God, I didn't know. - We're not bloody engaged, all right?
- Not even close. - Oh, apologies.
Just my romantic spirit getting away from me.
It's good whisky.
I'm going to bed.
- Hey, Jules... - Hey.
Do you know how much this bloody stuff cost?
So, what of it?
So, we're all going to stay here and we're gonna drink it.
All right?
Lovely night. Fancy a drink in the moonlight?
Yeah. I'll be out in a minute.
Oh, yeah?
You need to take a good, hard look at yourself.
And why's that?
The way you mess Julie about.
Julie can take care of herself.
She thinks she's got a future with you, do you know that?
Well, I thought so, too.
Thought.
Past tense.
Maybe I'm not so happy any more, just...
...getting married and settling down in a shitty little village.
Ah, the great Jeremy Bamber,
- destined for bigger things. - Perhaps I am.
It changes your outlook, you know...
...when you go through what I've been through.
So when are you going to tell Julie about this little change of heart?
I don't know.
Maybe the same time I tell her about us.
What?
You heard me.
- Bloody hell, that's ancient history. - It's not so very ancient.
Piss off, Jem.
If it's just history, why are you so worried about Julie finding out?
- Because I care about her. - Didn't stop you fucking me, though.
God, you are a prick.
And a shitty boyfriend.
Yeah, well, you're a shitty friend.
Which makes us a matched pair.
Hi.
- Colin... - Hm?
I know you need my support...
...but I can't walk with you in the funeral procession.
Erm...
Er, what?
My family.
My niece doesn't even know the boys have died.
I just don't want her to connect me with all this. I'm sorry, I...
It's, erm...
It's OK. It's OK.
You need to protect them. That's fine.
That's fine, I understand. I'll, er...
I'll be fine.
You have to get a plumber. We can't leave the campers without water.
Abigail, can you get that?
Look, I want you to go ahead and have the work done right away.
And I'll deal with Jeremy, all right?
OK, bye.
Jem. Acting like he runs the show.
Pretty soon, he will.
What's this?
They're for you, Mum.
"To Ann. Thank you for all the loving.
"Jeremy."
Abigail, why don't you see what your brother's doing?
He's watching TV.
Why don't you go and watch TV, too? Go on.
Is he being sarcastic?
I have absolutely no idea.
Just get rid of them, please.
Bretty, do you think this tie is black or dark blue?
Yeah, it's black enough.
Yeah, yeah.
Jem, can you zip me up?
You should have let me buy you that new dress.
This one's fine, isn't it?
- If you don't mind looking pregnant. - Don't listen to him.
You look lovely.
His mind is addled with grief.
You're getting that on the carpet again.
Your hands are shaking.
I hate funerals.
- Hey, Jem. So good to see you. - Yeah.
Where's Heather?
I dropped her at the church.
How about you, are you OK?
You know, the usual.
Yeah.
Did you get the flowers?
I want you to know, my family still own half the caravan park.
And I won't let you run it into the ground.
"Thanks so much, Jem, for the beautiful flowers.
"What a kind and loving gesture."
Caravan park?
She's worried I'll sell my share.
Is that all they care about, money?
Now you see what I'm up against.
Hey...
Jeremy Bamber and his girlfriend arrived
accompanied by close friends and family.
Permission for the funerals to proceed was granted last Wednesday
after an inquest into the tragic events at White House Farm,
which left five dead.
That's quite a wreath. Thank you.
The Detective Chief Inspector asked us to pass on his condolences.
I want you both to come to the wake at my house.
- We wouldn't want to impose. - No, no, a bit of hospitality
is the least I can offer, after all you've done for us.
We'll see you there, then.
? The Lord is my shepherd And I'll not want ?
? He takes me down to lie ?
? In pastures green... ?
St Paul calls us not to a general faith...
...but to a specific trust in Jesus Christ.
June Bamber expressed that trust openly, clearly...
...and backed her words with acts of love
in tirelessly working for this church
and, indeed, the whole parish.
It's all about June.
I call on you all to pray for her now.
For her husband, Nevill.
And even for Sheila, tragically deranged as she was.
For the Bible says, "Love does not keep a record of wrongs."
He didn't mention my boys. Not once.
Well, that's the way it is around here.
Mum was a saint to this lot.
And everyone else is forgotten.
This close-knit Essex community
has rallied around the surviving family,
most particularly the Bambers' son Jeremy,
who appeared overcome with grief as he exited the church
before making his way for a private service at the crematorium.
And what if I told you I find older women much sexier?
I can't say I've heard that line before.
It's not a line.
It's just a man in my position, Nancy...
...I need a woman with more experience.
- Your position? - The boss.
See?
That's me now.
You know he's only doing it to get at you.
That's Jeremy, he loves a rise.
You don't know...
...how evil he is.
What?
What do you mean, Jules?
- You're a funny one. - What do you mean?
Because I'm not weeping the whole time?
No.
I'm sorry, it's not for me to judge.
Do you get on with your parents?
Oh, ups and downs. You know how it is.
My mum and dad, we didn't get on the whole time. But...
...it's only now that they're gone that I realise...
...I didn't tell them often enough...
...what they meant to me.
They'd have known.
I'm sure they'd have known.
Just give us two minutes, I just need to top up some glasses.
- What's up? - I need to go to the loo.
I'm sorry.
Hello, love.
- All got a bit much? - I'm fine.
You know, sometimes getting something off your chest
can be a big relief, make you feel a bit better.
I don't know what you're talking about.
There are times I've felt like something's bothering you.
Like...
...you want to say something.
Maybe something about Jeremy.
I know it's hard when it's someone you care about...
Oh, I don't just care about him.
I love him.
Do you understand that?
I don't know why Jeremy invited you, I told him not to.
I don't know what he was thinking.
I know you've already got my card.
But I've written my number on the back of this one.
My home number.
If there's ever anything you want to get off your chest, I'm there.
All right?
Sarge, I've got someone you might like to talk to.
Detective Sergeant Jones, this is James Carr.
He manages the Oceanair Caravan Park
on behalf of the Bamber and Eaton families.
If I need a caravan, I'll be sure to give you a call.
Tell the Detective Sergeant what you told me.
Well, erm...
...I read in the papers all that business about Sheila
being involved in drug dealing.
And you think there's some truth in it.
I know there is.
But it was never Sheila. It was Jeremy.
- Dealing drugs? - That's the rumour.
Money posted from Scotland to Jeremy for drugs.
Then there was the cash stolen from the office.
- At the caravan park. - A grand, near enough.
Nicked by him from his own family.
Did you personally see anything to implicate him in that,
or in drug dealing, for that matter?
- Well, no. - Did anyone else see anything?
I didn't need to see him steal it
to know that robbery was an inside job.
And the only reason I didn't say anything sooner
is because I didn't want to hurt Nevill.
Nevill was a good man.
Not like his son.
You don't like Jeremy?
Not much.
So, I'm asking you, is there any evidence, of any sort,
to support what you're telling me?
Beyond village rumour and the fact that he rubs you up the wrong way.
I know what happened.
Hey, Sarge...
I thought you'd be glad to have something on Jeremy.
We can't prove a thing against that bastard.
Even if Taff came on board, we're still a million miles away
from putting together a case against him.
So, if you want to chase him up for some money he nicked from his dad,
be my guest.
We should go.
I'll drive you. I haven't had anything to drink.
- Same again? - Yeah!
David...
David!
Colin, Colin, I need to... I, erm...
I don't really know you, but I...
...I can't stand watching you carry on like that.
- What? - David, let's go.
Jeremy isn't mourning his family. He's...
He's celebrating.
Is that how far you're willing to go?
- I'm trying to help you. - David, leave it.
You're bad-mouthing Jeremy,
the only one who's stood by poor Sheila's memory.
- He doesn't care about Sheila. - What, and you do?
All you lot care about is your precious bloody money!
Look, I...
Excuse me, sorry.
Excuse me, everyone! Sorry!
I'm sorry. I just wanted to, erm...
Look, the funeral service for my boys will be on Monday afternoon
and anyone who cared for them is welcome.
I only ask that you...
...you wear your brightest and most colourful clothes.
Because this is going to be a celebration.
It's going to be a celebration of their lives.
Theirs and Sheila's.
So, please...
...bring with you all of your love and all of your positivity.
And if you don't think you can do that...
...I'd ask you not to attend.
Beautifully put. Beautifully.
- Lovely day. - I know.
- New clubs, Taff? - Birthday present from the wife.
Well, I bought them, she wrote the card.
They've got the radio on inside.
Apparently, it's the Bambers' funeral today.
- Bloody circus, that whole business. - Yeah, well, you should know,
they've run an internal review into the conduct of the investigation.
- What, the Bamber case? - Yeah.
Apparently, a fuss has been made.
By the cousins.
Well, there's money in the family.
They're not happy with it going to the son.
Adopted, see?
I think he's a bit of a poof myself, to be honest.
Relax, Taff.
The finding is you did everything properly and correctly.
Now, watch and learn.
Watch and learn.
Jones.
I've been looking at the duties and you've got a month's leave owed.
I guess I've been busy.
We're over-staffed as it is, so I want you to take it immediately.
Been playing some golf, have you, guv?
- What do you mean by that? - Nothing. Not a thing.
As far as I'm concerned, you can pack up right now
and get the fuck out of my station.
Bloody hell.
Never mind, lad. It's just the way of the world.
I'll stay on it, Sarge. Do what I can.
I know.
Well, I'd best clock out.
I wouldn't want to ignore a direct order from my superior officer.
- It's been a pleasure, Mickey. - The feeling's mutual, Sarge.
"'In one of the stars I shall be living.
"'In one of them I shall be laughing.
"'And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing...
"'..when you look at the sky at night.
"'And you and you...
"'And you, and only you, will have stars that can laugh.'
"And he laughed again.
"'And when your sorrow is comforted, time soothes all sorrows,
"'you will be content that you have known me.
"'You will always be my friend.'"
- Is it your asthma? - I... I'm fine.
Where's your puffer?
Is it in your bag?
Here, come on...
Jules, Jules, please...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You're my best friend. You're my best friend.
My only friend.
I'm on your side. I need you on my side. OK?
You know that, don't you?
Nicola?
Is that you?
What on earth are you doing home?
He's going to get away with it.
He's going to bloody get away with it.
Not much of a housekeeper, my sister.
Still, there might be something under all the dust.
It's not going to be a goldmine like your parents' place.
But you never know what might turn up.
Like Sheila's coke stash.
Oh, you need money, not marching powder.
No, we could sell it. Don't tell me you don't know someone.
Well, the antique dealer's coming by in half an hour,
so we need to sort the wheat from the chaff.
Hello?
Well, hello.
Yeah, no, it's fine. Why do you think I gave you the number?
- Who is it? - Nancy.
Of course I'm in London. I told you, the flat's in Maida Vale.
- What the hell are you doing? - How did she get that number?
I gave it to her at the wake.
Why? Why would you do that?
Don't.
Don't pick it up, please.
Hi, Nancy.
Yeah, no, it's fine.
I know, it's a bit gloomy.
I know, who'd have thought?
The noise?
No, it's just Julie smashing up some things.
Yep, it's Julie again.
Yeah, I think she might put her hand through a window.
She loves the attention.
Yeah, OK, fair enough.
All right, I'll talk to you later, then.
You know you're acting like a complete nutcase.
- It reminds me of someone, actually. - Why would you do that?
Why would you get her to call here when you know I'm here listening?
You'd prefer I did it behind your back, then?
Oh, shit, guys...
- Guys, stop it, please. - Go on, hit me. Do it.
Because I will go straight to the police.
Jem, maybe you'd better say sorry.
Brett, you need to go now.
- What? - Just bloody go, will you?
You know, you frighten me when you act like this.
As you know, I asked James to talk to his son Rob.
Rob's a sergeant now in the Met.
Thank you so much. It's hugely appreciated.
Nevill was a fine man.
I want to get this sorted out just as much as you do.
As far as the murder investigation goes,
Rob says it's already been reviewed,
internally, within the Essex Police.
Apparently, they've ruled
that the investigation was all carried out correctly.
So, they reviewed themselves,
then gave themselves a big pat on the back?
The impression Rob got was that it was case closed.
And our chances of getting it open again is slim to none.
Ann...
Ann...!
Hey, Col, it's Jem here.
Yeah, I'm in London. Yeah, Sheila's place.
Listen, I thought you might want to pop around.
Hiya.
Good to see you, man.
Come in.
It's kind of heavy coming here again.
I know what you mean.
Er, you've stripped all of her stuff out.
Yeah.
I told you, the place had to be cleaned out.
Er, you've done their room.
Sheila kept it like a pigsty.
But there were things I wanted in here, Jem.
Yeah, it's all in the bin bags.
I knew you wouldn't want to clean it up yourself.
I was doing you a favour.
I kept the photos for you, if you want them.
- Yeah, I do want them, please. - Yeah.
Yeah, help yourself.
Bambs had some work stuff, too. Her modelling portfolio.
Oh, wait, look, you'll love these.
Oh, yeah.
Bloody hell.
It looks like she got desperate for work.
Yeah, she really regretted this.
These are tame, compared to some of the others I've got.
The other ones, you can see every detail.
Why are you being like this?
It's not my fault. I didn't take them.
Well, I want them all. I want to destroy them.
Yeah, well, they're put away, nice and safe.
Yeah, I hope they are.
At least my mum can't find them now.
Stanley! Stanley!
Phone for you!
It's Mick. He says it's urgent.
Hello, Mickey.
What?
Where?
Room five.
Julie, thanks for coming down.
- Are you all right? Do you want tea or...? - No, I'm fine.
Now...
...what can I help you with?
Julie...?
I want to tell you what really happened that night...
...at White House Farm.
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