Blood

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The wind out here,

out there on the islands.

I remember when we were kids,

Dad would tell us

that if we didn't fasten up our coats,

we'd get blown off our feet and out to sea.

And we believed him.

- Come on. Get 'em out.

- Right, keep moving, folks. Keep moving.

It's one of the Drinkle girls. Little Angela.

I used to see her mum down the school gates.

She'd always ask after Dad.

Wounds like that, it's pretty frenzied.

We should start...

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this? Hello?

What'd they say?

It was mumbling, not words.

- More like...

- Like you don't know.

- Come on, Abby!

- Go on, Abby!

Not bad. Excellent. 14.20.

Excellent time today, Maria. Well done.

Good girls.

What are you doing here?

Any girls not with their parents

in the minibus, please.

You must have a parent with you

if you're not coming back to the school.

They closed the junior school,

sent them all home.

Everyone keeps crying.

I didn't know Angela.

I saw her around sometimes, but...

It's stupid. It hurts like I knew her.

It's not stupid.

She was a girl like you. That's enough.

Can Dominic come and stay at the weekend?

Oh, absolutely. I'll bake a cake.

Everyone keeps asking me,

"Is your dad gonna catch the guy who did it?"

I keep telling them I don't know.

I'll catch him, I promise.

- Hey, Joe.

- Yeah?

This anniversary party of yours...

It's not a party.

It's just a couple of drinks.

It's not my idea. It's Lily's idea.

Hang on. Your brother just told us

there's 100 people coming.

Ask him how much it cost.

- It's costing me a bloody fortune.

- Detective Fairburn.

I thought it was more like

an endurance award for Lily.

Been married for 20 years, Saddler.

Last time you were in bed with a woman,

you were being born.

20 years, eh? Poor Lily.

Well, at least I found a woman

to say yes to me when I asked.

I heard the only reason Lily said yes

was because she got the Fairburn treatment

in the interrogation room.

OK, victim was often seen in the

company of one Jason Buliegh,

a man with form.

He did...

He did eight weeks of a nine-month sentence.

Indecent exposure. Fourth offence.

He got out six years ago.

And get this. He's since found Jesus.

- Or Jesus found him.

- That's a long time for him to be quiet.

Speak to me now, Lord, and I will listen.

I will hear you.

Show me the way out of this darkness.

Show me the light.

Lead me out of this darkness.

I know that you are with me.

You will not abandon me.

- What's all the praying about, Jason?

- Little Angela.

Blood alcohol way up there.

The bruising on her lip is at least

12 hours older than the stab wounds.

Take him into holding.

No traces of semen.

No signs of a sexual attack.

Maria, Jason Buliegh on a 420.

She's not a virgin. Tattoo next

to her pubic bone done fairly recently.

Number "4", word "Real".

4Real. What does it mean?

I don't know. Some kind of hopeless

attempt at youth rebellion?

Maybe not so hopeless if you're 12.

This case, little Angela.

It's gonna be a black hole, this one.

Oh, no.

Next time Dad has one of his days

when he"s back with us...

... we can tell him about Buliegh.

Who are you?

Where's my son?

Jason is being questioned.

It's that girl in the news, isn't it?

Little Angela.

- Oh, Jesus.

- She's been here every day.

I took it.

- After you killed her?

- No.

No, three weeks ago.

- You'll have to speak up, Jason.

- Three weeks ago.

She was playing with it in her hand.

She put it down, so I... took it.

Why?

Hmm? Why would you take a girl's bangle?

I wanted to help her.

I wanted to pray with it.

She...

She wanted to talk to me.

Why would Angela need your prayers?

She kept... She kept talking about two boys.

Guilty kind of talk.

You see, because they took her

to the cinema, and so...

She wasn't going to school.

It was closed.

And so... so I think... I...

I think that she might have been having sex

with these boys.

Jason, we're not here

to listen to your fantasies.

Angel's mother told us

she was wearing it the day she died.

And now you have it.

Along with photographs of Angela

and 43 other girls.

- Five o'clock. I'll call you later.

- OK.

Well done, Joe. He's not exactly hiding it.

Are we gonna celebrate

or are we gonna celebrate?

- I'm even looking forward to the hangover.

- We'll need a psychiatric evaluation.

If I asked you now, I bet you could remember

what the caller said on Angela"s phone.

He said, "I thought you were dead."

- Nice.

- Wait, Robert. Robert, wait.

How did you do that? He was mumbling.

- I didn't hear what he said.

- I didn't do anything.

You heard him. All I did was wait

till you felt good about yourself.

- Well done, Joe.

- Thanks, mate.

Cheers, Joe. Good job.

Now will you marry me?

- I'll sodding finish with you.

- Glad I didn't buy proper champagne.

Come in.

It's a stretch to think we can take this

to court on the strength of a bangle.

He had evidence hidden at his flat.

He lied to us yesterday about seeing her.

Let's keep this specific. Angela's mother

says she thought Angela saw him.

His mother admits

he was obsessed with the girl.

A witness saw them talking to each other.

Days ago! It's how we have to do things now.

I need a witness that saw them together

hours before she went missing.

- That or a full confession.

- So we squeeze him until he gives it up.

But you can't just let him back out there.

Come on!

4Real. She didn't do that to herself.

And Buliegh does have

homemade tattoos of his own.

We release, give you a chance

to gather more evidence.

We've all known you a long time, Joe.

We know what's behind this.

This is Marie Dinning all over again.

Think you're the only one round here with

a conscience? Stop being so hard on yourself.

What's all this crap on my desk?

- Who are you?

- It's...

It's a whole new world here, Dad.

Are we gonna get some f***ing work done

round here or what?

Come on, Dad. Let's get you home, eh?

Fix you up a bacon sandwich.

It's good to see you, Lenny.

Flake.

Go on, Dad, get in the car. Chrissie's gonna

come and stay at yours for a little bit.

Why am I wearing old man's clothes?

Come on, Dad.

Let's get you a bacon sandwich.

Is that who I am? Dad?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, you're Dad.

Did you f*** it up?

No. It'll all get sorted.

- It'll all come right.

- Don't f*** it up.

They depend on us.

You f*** up, it should hurt.

When it stops hurting, get out.

- Go and be a window cleaner.

- Come on, Dad.

See you at the party, Joe.

# I wasn't smart

and I lost my heart under Paris skies

# Don't ever be

a heartbroken stranger like me

She likes you. Natalie.

Lily's sister, well, half-sister.

Excuse me. Can I get a red, please?

- Sure thing, Joe.

- Actually and a little Scotch as well.

- Yeah, no problem.

- She's really nice.

- Yes.

- But I'm retired.

Go on. Go on. She's keen, I can tell.

You'd almost be a Fairburn.

I kind of like things the way they are.

Go on. A honeymoon's a holiday.

I like the idea of the honeymoon,

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