Season 3 | Episode 3

ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

BECKY: DCI Stuart?

Hayley was a friend of mine.

CUMMING: Previously on "Unforgotten"... BECKY: Hayley did the cleaning job for me.

It was in a holiday rental.

ELIOT: Dad, this isn't about the past, or at least not the past you're talking about.

BRYCE: At the end of the day, Tim, it's your word against hers.

I don't believe I ever lost my temper.

JAMILA: I know you struggle.

And I would feel very lucky to help you grow stronger.

MARIA: This is your life now and it costs money.

CASSIE: We wondered if you had five minutes, please, to help us with a case we're investigating?

I will need my lawyer present.

CUMMING: "Unforgotten," (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is, all we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ All we do is, all we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ I've been upside down ♪ ♪ I don't wanna be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ (sizzling, footsteps approaching) Whoa!

Oh you.. Ah... Dad?

Dad!

MARTIN: Yeah?

Morning.

Blimey, are you all right?

You left a pan on.

Me?

No.

Yeah, I wa-- I walked in and it was burning.

Is that your porridge?

This was off when I left.

Right, well I've, I've like literally just walked in.

So... Well, it's still under warranty.

I'll get in touch with the company.

♪ ♪ STEVEN (off-screen): I'm sorry, if I knew anything, I'd tell you, Mr. Hollis, you know I would.

I do.

But if you do hear anything, tell him I need to speak to him.

Tell him it's really urgent.

(distant dog barking) ♪ ♪ ARBITER (off-screen): And so, in the end, the case really came down to one person's word against another's.

And in this instance we feel bound to consider Dr. Finch's many years exemplary practice, and his reputation as a hard-working, generous, and trustworthy GP.

And as such we find we do not uphold the complaint.

PINION: I heard him...

He might sit there now looking like butter wouldn't melt but he's got another side to him!

Yeah, you look embarrassed, mate.

You should, 'cause you're a disgrace!

(door opens) ♪ ♪ (keys clacking) (mouse clicks) ♪ ♪ (knocking) Guv?

Yeah.

He's here.

♪ ♪ MARK HARPER (via phone): Peter, it's Mark Harper.

Kate and I can find no record of any paperwork relating to an ISA in the name of Salthouse and I need to know today, how a £3,000 check from him has been cashed, so... you really need to call me.

♪ ♪ (dog barking) (door closes) There.

(keys jingling) (places bag down) (clicks mouse) (inhales) Okay, uh...

I'm gonna change all of your settings so that only your friends can comment.

What does it make them feel when they say those things?

I doubt very much they feel anything at all, Mum.

'Cause they're messed up.

And that.... that isn't about Dad, or about you, or Hayley, it's about them.

(inhales) (exhales slowly) It's just a mirror people hold up to themselves to shout at.

CASSIE: I wanted, if I may, to ask you about a house you rented, in Middenham, in December 1999.

Which I believe... Was an eight-bedroom house?

Yes, I can't remember specifically, but yes it wa... it was big, there were a bunch of us.

Three other families?

Yes, although, for the first few days there were only me and three mates, our wives and kids joined us on New Year's Eve.

Right.

It was primarily a golfing break.

Oh, okay.

And what were their names, please, the men?

Tim Finch.

Chris Lowe.

Pete Carr.

And are they all still around?

Yup.

Still friends?

Yes, we were at school together, so it's a long connection.

CASSIE: And the families, um, can you give me details of those people?

Tim was there with his first wife, Derran, and their... two little girls.

Pete was single at that time, so on his own, and Chris Lowe was with his first wife, Laura, and their little girl.

(pen scribbling) And your wife?

Yes, my wife, Mel, and our little boy, Eliot.

Are you two still together?

No, I remarried a few years ago.

Ah.

(pen scribbling) So this is a photo of Hayley Reid.

Do you recognize her?

Yes.

And is that just from the papers or...

Sorry, where is this heading?

(exhales) We're just trying to corroborate evidence from another witness, who thinks Hayley might have cleaned the house you rented.

I have no recollection of that.

You never saw her there?

No.

I, I mean we were out most days, but, hey, this story was huge and her photo was all over the TV, so...

If she had cleaned our house and any of us had have seen her, then I think someone would have mentioned something.

Absolutely.

(pen scribbling) When did you return to London, Mr. Hollis?

When the rental ended, which would be, perhaps, around the second or third.

And you drove back up with your wife and child?

Yes.

How did they got down there on the 31st?

Train, I picked them up from a nearby station.

(pen scribbling) Okay, and this is the last question.

What did you all get up to on the millennium evening?

Um, well, as I remember we, uh... we had a meal in the house, all together... Then, I think the, um... the children stayed up a bit, till about 9:00 or 10:00.

I think the adults watched a movie, and then all went to bed after Big Ben.

Is that all of you?

As I recall, yes.

(pen scribbling) And then, no one went out again, for the rest of the night.

No.

(pen scribbling) Okay.

That's it.

Thank you.

Thank you very much for your time.

(distant phone ringing) Sorry, you said you guys met at school?

Yes.

Where was that, the school you went to?

Finchley.

Right.

And, and you all lived round that area did you?

Within a couple of miles, yes.

Okay, thanks again.

Well, I think we want to know more about four guys who grew up half a mile from her grave.

I think we do.

♪ ♪ MAN: Hollis!

(shutter clicking) (car door closes) ♪ ♪ REALTOR (off-screen): And this sort of size garden is very unusual for a flat in this part of the city, it's also west-facing so... (soft chuckle) Anyway, have a natter, and I'll be outside if you need me.

Thank you.

(exhales) He's never had a garden with grass before.

You like it.

I think it's perfect.

(chuckles) What?

There's a "but" coming.

But... if we're going to be properly together...

I need to know who you are, Chris.

(soft chuckle) Who I am?

How does someone like you, so... brilliant, so... lovely... end up like you have.

How does that happen?

♪ ♪ (children playing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (keys clacking) (clicks mouse) BENTLEY (off-screen): So we had two key leads I believed were potentially significant, but were never resolved.

St. Matthew's C of E, which was burgled at some point that New Year's Eve, with about £5,000 worth of 18th century silverware taken from a locked cupboard in the vestry.

Blood smears were retrieved on smashed glass into the vestry, but there were no matches with anyone on our database.

The church is about halfway between The Swan and Hayley's parents' original house, and one possible theory was that she saw something after she left work, she went to investigate and ran in to the burglar or, or burglars.

Certainly, I, I believe, it's worth following up again.

And then a black car which was seen driving very erratically on the road between The Swan and her house at approximately 12:25, maybe 15 minutes after we know she left the pub.

No reg or make, but the witness thought it was a black four door saloon with a tow bar.

Oh, and it's worth mentioning that the, the weather was very bad that night, with heavy rain from about 11:00 onwards, and very poor visibility.

That's it.

So John will be available for the rest of the day, and then on the phone, at any point, for any questions.

But given what he's just told us, I suggest DNA swabs should be taken from any suspects we speak to.

Thank you again, John, that was, that was very useful.

So, specific points of action.

Fran, can you double check all these timelines, please, for Hayley's movements on the night of her disappearance and the week before.

Boss.

Murray, can you take the witness who saw this car.

Yup.

And, Jake, obviously the body was found in London, and then given that new development it's worth another chat with Adrian Mullery, I think.

Guv.

Following this morning's interview with James Hollis, myself and D.I.

Khan will certainly be speaking to the other three male occupants of The Spinney.

Okay, that's it, thank you everyone.

That was, that was great, thank you again.

Yeah, no problem.

So are you, what are you heading back down tonight or... No, no no, my, my kids live with their mum in town so I'm gonna stick around, spend some time with them for a few days.

Right.

How old are they?

21, 20.

Ah, same as mine, boys or... Two boys.

Jinx.

(chuckles) Anyway, I better go and check in to the hotel so... Go for it.

And we will speak soon I hope.

Yeah, absolutely.

John, thanks for that, it was great.

Listen, if you're at a loose end any evening, there's always a few of us at The Enterprise if you fancy a drink, it's just, just opposite.

Yeah, great, cheers.

I might take you up on that.

Good, do.

All right, see you.

See you.

See you.

Cheers.

You're welcome.

♪ ♪ Yeah.

(phone ringing) Oh.

TIM (via phone): Hola gordo.

Hola muy gordo.

How you doing?

JAMES (via phone): Yeah all good, you?

Yeah, very well.

I've just been in Manchester on a work thing, driving back to Sussex now with Caz.

JAMES: Oh right, give her my love.

I will.

But listen, very quickly...

I presume you've seen the news about the Hayley Reid case?

Yeah, I did, very sad.

JAMES: Oh, wasn't it.

Anyway, the police are obviously doing a general trawl for potential new witnesses and they spoke to me this morning about the house we rented.

Right.

Apparently they think she may have been our cleaner?

Wow.

I said I couldn't recall us having a cleaner, and I certainly think one of us would have noticed if it had have been her, given the amount of coverage.

Indeed.

JAMES: Anyway, long and short is they're probably going to want to speak to the whole gang of us so...

I just thought that I ought to let you know.

Yeah, no worries.

JAMES: Obviously they're looking for people who may have seen something that only now seems relevant but I told them we all stayed in the house that night, eating with our families, so... Yeah, yeah, absolutely.

Anyway, I'll give Pete a bell, and maybe you could give Chris the heads up?

Sure.

JAMES: Oh, and I've emailed some dates for our meetup.

Oh yeah, I saw.

Um...

I can... TIM: do any of those.

Excellent, speak soon, mate.

TIM: Yeah.

Cheers, Jamie.

Jamie sends his love.

(blinker clicking) How is he?

Oh, he's very well.

He's just, uh... trying to arrange a get-together.

The four amigos.

(chuckling): That'll be nice.

Yeah, it will.

It's been too long.

Much too long.

(seagulls squawking) PETE (off-screen): 'Course I remember!

I was meant to have bought the puddings and I forgot so I legged it to the corner shop and bought a load of Cornettos, which your ex wasn't too happy about.

Anyway, I just wanted to check that you remembered it the same as I did.

So we're all ready for the 22nd, Chris has replied now so I'll book a table and send you all a link.

Just one quick thing before you go, Jamie.

Actually, I'm literally just heading in to a meeting mate.

PETE: Yeah, yeah, I'll be ten seconds.

Jamie, I need a massive favor.

(children playing in background) CHRIS (off-screen): I was married, for 12 years, and I had-- have, I have a daughter, Maya, who I last saw 17 years ago.

My marriage ended early 2000, and because of some... some issues that I had at the time, my wife, Laura, she felt it was damaging for Maya to be around that.

And I'd run up some debts.

So I went from living in a nice house in Notting Hill to a one-bedroom flat in Acton, and then a hostel.

And... and then the streets.

How long were you homeless?

On and off for... seven years.

Oh, Chris...

I'm so sorry.

And you had no friends who could have helped you?

Yeah, yeah, I had friends who would have been desperate to help me.

Yeah, but you have to want to be helped.

And I didn't.

(sighs) I hated myself.

I thought I deserved everything that happened to me.

And your marriage, the issues you mention...

Okay, so... as you know, I have bipolar disorder, which was undiagnosed at the time, and so it was unmedicated, which meant that, you know, my behavior was... challenging.

And as soon as I started costing my company money, it was inevitable I'd be asked to step down.

(laughing) And that wasn't just not what she had married, an unemployed man with mental health issues.

So she asked me to leave.

And I did.

And then 18 months later she married a hedge fund manager, who bought her a house in Holland Park, so... And then in 2012 Maya wrote to tell me that Laura had died from breast cancer and to ask that I stay away from the funeral.

I thought about writing back, and saying, you know, that I was better now, that I was a different person.

And I am.

But I think there comes a time when you have to accept how things have turned out.

That life can sometimes simply be unfair.

And to keep resisting that...

It takes too much energy, Mila.

Energy that you need for the future.

♪ ♪ Love?

MARIA: In here.

Hey, Pete.

Hello, Mark.

What a lovely lady your missus is.

I was just about to call you.

Punching above your weight there, buddy.

Three grand.

And my apologies.

I was stressed about some deals and screwed up the paperwork I accidentally paid Salthouse's check into my personal account.

But, uh...

There it is.

All there.

You know what we used to call blokes like Pete, Maria?

FILTH.

"Failed in London, Tried Hong-Kong."

Bit of a wild west out there wasn't it, mate?

Attracted a very distinct sort of person.

I see you, buddy.

Lovely to meet you, Maria, I'll let myself out.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (door closes) I'm sorry about that.

♪ ♪ I need a shower.

This isn't working, Pete.

You and me.

I'm sorry, but... this just isn't what I thought I was buying.

It'll get better, babes.

Trust me, I've got some really good business coming in.

(birds chirping) ♪ ♪ Oh, uh...

I forgot to say, I've got a couple of guests arriving, can you show them in, please, Liz?

Yes.

Thanks.

♪ ♪ (places pen down) (children playing) (indistinct chatter) Adrian?

Have you got five minutes?

♪ ♪ Well, obviously I recognize her but, I, I don't recall ever having seeing her at the house at any point... As Jamie said, if we had have seen her, we would have discussed it at the time.

It was a huge story.

Absolutely.

So, Mr. Hollis he, he, he told us that the four of you had gone down on your own at first, to play golf?

Yes.

And then your wife, Derran, and your girls arrived on the 31st?

Yes.

And how old were they, the kids?

Claire would have been eight, and Emma just turned ten.

I'm sorry, just to go back on one thing, New Year's, the kids would have gone to bed at... 9:00, 10:00, maybe.

And no one went out after that.

Nope.

What car where you driving back then, Dr. Finch?

Um...

I had my Audi in '99, I think, an A4.

So was that the saloon or... No, the estate, we needed the space for holidays and stuff, saves faffing around with a top box or a trailer or any of that.

And what color was it?

Silver.

And, and your wife and kids they went down by train.

With Jamie's wife and son.

And everybody headed back to London on the 2nd.

Yes.

Did you all live in London then?

All except Pete, he lived in Hong Kong.

And your marriage to Derran, that ended when?

What relevance has when my marriage ended to anything?

Sorry, if any question makes you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to answer.

We separated in 2001.

Okay.

And do you remember when Mr. Hollis and his wife separated?

Same year I think, or, or maybe 2000?

And Chris Lowe and his wife?

Yeah, roughly the same time.

And are you still in contact with Derran, if we wanted to speak to her?

I haven't seen Derran for many years, but I can get a number from my kids if you need it.

That would be very helpful, thank you.

Oh I, I should just say that, uh, she's had a number of issues over the last couple of decades-- depression, anxiety-- and so I'm not entirely sure you'll find her the most reliable of narrators.

Okay.

Well, thank you for that.

Uh... And then one last thing, and should say, do feel free to say no, but in order to help eliminate you from our enquiries, how would you feel about giving us a DNA swab?

Yes, of course, no problem.

So, if nobody went out after 10:00, then it can't be them.

I mean we know Hayley was seen alive at 12:10, so... Yeah, I think you're right.

And if we're spinning our wheels on these guys, I don't want to waste any more time.

Let's take the last two separately... Hi, Dad.

It's me.

Look, I'm really sorry, I'm going to be a bit late.

(birds chirping) Please... call me.

(sighs) How many times have you been here before, Jamie?

He'll be fine.

You know the longer this goes on... the more his problems... consume him.

The more you look at the paths he took, the choices we made-- I made-- and think... Was it then?

Was it that choice?

Or, or that choice that messed everything up?

Was it then that I ruined my child's life?

♪ ♪ JAMES (on voicemail): Call me... ♪ ♪ (women chattering) Sometimes I just-- Hi... Hello.

Gemma left some school books at mine, and I, I brought them round.

And then she wanted to show me her room.

Right.

USHA: Lovely place though.

SUNNY: Thank you.

Anyway, I need to shoot off.

Nice to see you.

And you.

Bye, girls.

Bye.

Bye.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ Well, you see, mine are from the "clip round the ear hole" generation.

Yeah, I think he'd still like to, to be honest.

Oh, dear.

And do you have children?

No, never had the urge to be a mother.

Well, smart move.

(laughs) Tell me about it.

JENNY: They take so much from you, don't they?

Not sure I'd see it quite like... Just I'm too selfish I think.

Yeah?

Liked my career too much.

I think if you are going to have children, you need to be around.

Whoops.

Well... yes.

I mean, an evening like tonight, it's fine you letting us down, but how did you cope when that was your kids, turning up two hours late for supper?

Oh, we, um... muddled through.

(soft chuckle) Anyway, Dad tells me you're off to Venice at the weekend.

I know.

You should tell him to stop spoiling me.

I should.

And first class too.

Venice?

(laughs) (Jenny laughing also) (laughing) Right.

Yeah.

(snorting) Funny.

Very funny.

♪ ♪ (birds squawking) SARAH BRADY (voiceover): Actually that's not quite what I said.

Okay, um, I have it here, you said you saw her leave just after midnight?

No, I said she would have left, just after her shift ended at midnight, I never said I actually saw her.

(papers shuffling) Right.

Guy Halford, the manager, he's the one who actually saw her.

Sorry, and so what was the last time you saw her?

Just before 11:00.

I was working through till 3:00 and I took a half hour break then.

When Guy came back he put me in the bar and I just presumed that Hayley was finishing up in the restaurant.

And Guy Halford, does he still live in Middenham?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hi.

Hi.

I'm looking for Christopher Lowe.

Hello.

(dog barking) ♪ ♪ (car door closes) Go on.

Stay there.

Stay.

♪ ♪ Mr. Carr?

Yeah?

D.I.

Sunny Khan.

Have you got five minutes?

No.

Sorry.

Okay.

Absolutely sure?

Yeah.

You know who she is though.

Yeah.

Of course, yeah, I, I mean I never saw her in that house.

Are you okay, Mr. Lowe?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I just, I, I don't cope with stress very well.

Would you prefer to have someone with you?

No, no, no.

No, I'm-I'm fine, fine for now.

Okay.

So we're, we're just asking everyone we speak to, a number of general questions, to help us with our enquiries.

Mm-hmm.

So can you tell me what car you were driving that week?

I didn't take a car, I went down with Tim.

And then did you and your family travel back with him or...?

My wife drove down with our daughter, and we went back in her car.

Right.

So what car was she driving?

She would have been driving the Maserati.

♪ ♪ Right.

(birds squawking) You know what?

I think I did see her at the house.

Right.

Are you sure?

Yeah, just one time but, uh... she's got a distinctive face.

So, yeah, I think that was her.

Okay.

Was that on your own or...?

I'd come back from a round early, I was still a bit jetlagged, so I went back to the house for a kip.

When I walked in, she was there, hoovering.

I said hello and asked if there was anything else she could do 'cause of the noise.

What day would that have been?

I'd have to check a calendar, do you know when it was rented from?

Yeah, uh... Monday the 27th.

Monday, uh... well, we arrived in the evening, I remember that.

I think we just chilled the next day, had a couple of bevvies in the local, and played our first round the day after.

So I'm thinking the Wednesday.

Just to get back to the conversation with her, was it just about the hoovering, was it?

Yeah.

When I woke up, the other lads were back, and she'd gone.

And you didn't discuss this with the others?

Discuss what?

That this girl, who later went missing, had been in the house that you all rented?

No.

I mean...

I drove back to London on the 2nd and flew out to Hong Kong first thing the next day, so...

This was a big story?

It was huge, it was in all the national newspapers for weeks.

Right, well...

I had no idea about that.

And her photo being on the front pages the last couple of days?

Work's been crazy, I haven't had time to look at the papers.

I'm sorry but the first I've ever heard of this girl is now.

♪ ♪ I suppose one of us would have cooked and then all of us, with the kids, I mean, would have eaten together.

And that was a pleasant evening?

Yeah.

Everyone had a nice time?

Yeah, yeah, we had a nice time-- why do you ask that?

Oh, just... (laughing): because Christmas and New Year can be quite stressful can't it?

And...

I understand your marriage broke down not long after?

What has that got to do with anything?

Well, I wondered if that was in any way connected to something that happened on this break?

You know I think I do, I think I do need someone with me.

And I can arrange that, of course, but can you answer that question please because I'm aware that of the three of you that were married, all of you were separated within the year.

No, that was, that was, that was nothing to do with anything that happened on that break, so.

Sure.

Who's that?

That's my girlfriend and her son-- I want to stop now, please.

One more thing.

♪ ♪ Lastly, we're asking everyone that we speak to how they'd feel about providing a DNA swab.

Entirely voluntary of course.

How would you feel about that?

Not a problem.

Good, won't take a minute.

Mr. Mullery?

DC Jake Collier.

Have you got five minutes for a quick chat, sir?

Now you'll have my home address but you decided to come here because you thought what?

That I'd be embarrassed?

And gratefully duck in to some car so no one saw?

Just wanna ask a few quick questions, sir.

So a couple of hours ago the head suggested that maybe I should take some leave-- some of the parents have been uncomfortable with the situation.

And of course I could refuse because she has no legal right.

But do you know what?

I have spent the past 18 years telling people that I wasn't even charged, that not one single piece of evidence could ever be found to incriminate me, that the lead detective retired just before a misconduct case could be brought against him.

So I am knackered and I'll take the paid break, thank you very much, but what it also means, is that I am not remotely embarrassed, mate.

I am not remotely embarrassed to stand here and tell you loudly, no, I will not talk to you.

I will not sit in a car or a room or anywhere with you, voluntarily, ever.

And if you want to arrest me, be my guest, but I'll not say not another word to you, not even "no comment."

Because I think the police are scum.

I think you lie, I think you break the law, I think you take bribes and you sell stories, but worse than that, most unforgiveable of all, I think you're thick.

I think your ranks are made up of dim-witted mediocrity who joined the force because they wanted power but they're too stupid to get employed anywhere else.

So, shame on you.

For the way you treated me.

(voice breaking): For letting Hayley down so catastrophically.

And shame on you, DC Jake Collier, for becoming a police officer.

♪ ♪ (sighs) And how sure did he seem?

Pretty sure.

It was an instinctive reaction, and I don't think he was recognizing her from the newspapers.

So this definitively places her in the house, possibly with all four men, before the wives and kids arrived.

Yeah.

What was he like otherwise?

Odd, an odd mixture.

I mean, I guess you got to ask yourself why would he be telling me that he saw Hayley in the house if he had something to hide.

But?

But, when I asked him if he'd give a DNA swab, he slightly looked like he'd just (no audio) himself.

(laughs) What's his background?

Uh...

Lived and worked in Hong Kong for 25 years.

Mm-hmm.

Only married for the first time six years ago.

No previous convictions, at least not here.

Uh... ah.

Drove down to Middenham on a motorbike.

Do we have a response from James Hollis about his car yet?

I'll chase that.

How was your man?

So, um...

He lives in a camper van.

Oh.

I'd say he's had some mental health issues, looks like he doesn't have a penny to his name, except in 1999, he was CEO of DDM Lowe, his own advertising agency.

And this is a guy who got a double first from Cambridge, was basically a bit of a genius through his life, lived in a £5 million house in Notting Hill.

Wow.

When did he leave?

Early 2000.

"To pursue new challenges."

What, like how to live in a car park?

(Cassie laughs, cellphone ringing) DCI Stuart.

Hello, I'm just returning your call.

It's Mel Hollis here, I'm James Hollis's ex-wife.

Ah, Mrs. Hollis, yeah, thank, thanks for returning my call.

MEL (voiceover): No, it wasn't a pleasant evening.

What it was was a train wreck.

In what way?

Look, the meal was fine, we ate, we cleaned up, the kids were knackered, it'd been a long day getting there, so they went to bed about 9:30.

Which was good, that they were in bed I mean, because they didn't have to see Chris go completely nuts, for want of a better word.

How do you mean?

Out of the blue, he just started ranting about his life, his marriage, his friends, how it all meant nothing, how everything was an illusion-- it was quite terrifying.

Wow, yeah I can imagine, and so... what did people do?

Well, I mean, we all tried to calm him down, obviously, particularly Laura, his wife, but he was flailing his arms and shouting, and... and to be honest, we were all quite relieved when he then just suddenly walked out.

Of the house?

Mm-hmm.

And went where?

I don't know.

Hm.

Had he been drinking?

Well... he'd had a few, we'd all had a few, it was New Year's Eve.

Anything else?

Someone might have bought some coke, I don't know, maybe he'd had a bit of that.

Okay.

So who was taking coke?

Not me.

Not any of the women, actually.

Tim Finch?

Definitely not, no, he never did that, Uh... Pete-- no, he was more of a drinker.

James... yes.

In fact, I think it was him that probably had bought it.

When Chris went out of the house, what time would that have been?

Dunno.

Just after 10:00, I'd guess?

And did anyone go after him?

Yeah, after a minute or two, uh... James and Tim.

They catch up with him?

No, no, Chris came back on his own about an hour and a half later, he was absolutely drenched.

I mean, it was raining hard at this point, and his clothes were covered in mud, and he went straight upstairs to bed.

No explanation, no apology, nothing.

SUNNY: Right.

Where was Pete Carr at this point?

Pete had been out since right after the meal, trying his luck at the pub.

"Trying his luck"?

The ladies.

He got back just after midnight.

SUNNY: On his own?

MEL: Mm-hmm.

And pissed.

And your husband and Dr. Finch?

The same.

Oh, they got back just before midnight.

Just in time for "Auld Lang Syne," bless.

Were they separate or together?

I can't remember.

And what happened then?

The guys went to bed, the women stayed up, and talked about our car crash marriages.

Okay.

This is really important, Ms. Hollis, so I want you to think very carefully, please.

Did you see anyone go out again after that?

No.

No one went out again after that.

(exhales) You sound very certain.

Firstly, I sat up talking to Laura and Derran till about 3:00 in the morning, and then, I mean, I wasn't going to sleep with James that night, so I slept on the sofa.

Except I didn't, really-- sleep, I mean-- so that meant I would have seen if anyone had gone out.

And they didn't.

♪ ♪ Right.

The last sighting of her was after they were all back in the house.

So she could be lying.

Yep.

Or mistaken, maybe she did sleep, and one of them came down at 4:00 or 5:00 or whatever and then went out.

Except if one of them came down at 4:00 or 5:00, went out then and killed her, where, where was Hayley between leaving the pub at 12:10 and 4:00 or 5:00?

No, that feels wrong.

Yeah, maybe.

But not as wrong as all four men having clearly lied to us through their teeth.

There is that.

I need a drink.

There is that.

(laughs) (seatbelts click) (clicks mouse) ♪ ♪ (clicks mouse) (keys clacking) GUY HALFORD (off-screen): Yeah, it was about ten past, maybe quarter past midnight, enough time to change anyway.

For the party?

Yeah.

'Cause she, she went as Madonna, the "Desperately Seeking Susan" one, you know the slap and the hair and everything.

It was an '80s theme, I think.

Sorry, just a sec.

Sure.

This is from Hayley's diary.

"I hate the '80s, "I hate fancy dress, so am going as me.

"They should be so lucky.

Lucky, lucky, lucky!"

Maybe she changed her mind?

Were there any other female staff going to the party?

Who would have been the same age, same build as Hayley?

♪ ♪ (cellphone ringing, door closes) Hey.

Hey.

(phone continues ringing) Hey Fran, what's up?

There was another employee, same build, same coloring, same hair as Hayley, was just confirmed to me that she went as Madonna, and she left around 12:10.

So you think the manager saw her leaving, not Hayley?

FRAN: I think it has to be a very strong possibility.

Which means the last proper confirmed sighting of Hayley was way earlier.

FRAN: 11:00, after which she could have easily have just bunked off work early.

Okay, this is brilliant work, Fran.

Let's talk first thing tomorrow.

FRAN: Night, boss.

You heard that?

So she could actually have left the pub earlier?

At 11:00, which would means we now have four men, variously pissed, drugged up, possibly mentally unstable, out, somewhere in Middenham, at exactly the same time as Hayley.

♪ ♪ (click) CUMMING: Next time, on "Unforgotten."

TIM: We've all done stuff we shouldn't have.

I'm not that man anymore.

Maria... Get your hands off me.

TIM: I paid you your settlement.

DERRAN: I want the rest of it or you will regret it.

CASSIE: Not only did all four men lie to us, all four then have colluded in that lie.

CUMMING: "Unforgotten," next time, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

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