ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

CASSIE: These remains are those of a young female.

Wake up, Mum.

What is it?

They think they found her.

CASSIE: The investigation has been reopened.

DCI Stuart, why are the police so useless?

BENTLEY: We let Hailey and her family down.

You're a disgrace!

DCI Cass Stuart and D.I.

Sunny Khan.

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

BECKY: Hailey was a friend of mine.

And there's something I need to tell you.

JAMES: They've come-- the police.

CUMMING: "Unforgotten," beginning tonight, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) Murders.

Old murders.

Abandon cases, forgotten victims.

But police detectives Cassie Stuart and Sunny Khan never forget the pain that still burns inside every cold case.

Tonight, they go back in time and down a hole to investigate the story behind a small pile of human bones found buried under a highway... a discovery that leads to something much bigger and more profound than anyone ever imagined.

"Unforgotten," season three.

(construction workers yelling) (machinery churning, ground crunching) Whoa, whoa... (grunts) (indistinct yelling) Sahid!

Sahid!

(speaking foreign language) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ ♪ (clock ticking) (sighs) ♪ ♪ (indistinct man's voice on mobile device) Well, if I had to choose, then I'd say...

I'd say chef's table at KFC?

(laughing): No, what worries me is you think I'm joking.

All right, I gotta go, she's here now.

(seatbelt clicks) Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

We could do that, but...

I'll tell you what, why don't you come to mine?

The girls would love to meet you.

7:00's perfect, yeah, I'll text you the full address.

(quietly): Okay.

Yeah, I love you, too.

I am so sorry.

It's not a problem.

I woke up stupid early again, then fell asleep in my kitchen chair.

You tried Valerian?

No, I can't do sleeping pills, they zonk me out for the next day.

No, no, no, these are herbal.

No, you're absolutely normal by 11:00 the next day, easy.

Right.

Although they do stink like rotting fish.

Oh, they sound marvelous.

SUNNY: So, what do you think it is then, waking you up?

No idea.

Hey, Jake.

JAKE: Morning, boss.

What we got?

So, they're laying new drainage channels down here, been doing it for the last three months, and then last night, one of the workmen, who happens to have trained as a doctor in Basra, dug up this... which he suspected was the section of a human hip bone.

Dr. Balcombe came out early doors, confirmed it was human, which is when they called for us.

(sighs) Okay, let's have a look.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) HARRY (voiceover): I'm sure you think I'm being daft.

TIM: There's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, Harry, nothing at all.

As you might imagine, death is a pretty constant part of my daily life, and if I've learned anything in the last 35 years, it's that grief takes every form imaginable.

For some it passes quite quickly, for others it can last many years.

Neither is right or wrong, they're both just... how it is.

(sniffing) You were with Wendy for 63 years.

She was a part of you.

So to still miss her after just two, well, it's, it's the blink of an eye.

So, please, never be embarrassed about wanting to talk about her with me.

In fact, I want you to talk about her.

I miss her, too.

Is the position significant?

BALCOMBE: What, that it's archeological, you mean?

Yeah.

Not really, no.

Most cultures buried their dead in a variety of positions.

Romans, Saxons, early medieval, it could be any of those.

But your instinct is that it is... archeological?

BALCOMBE: I have no evidence of that, it's just, on balance, for obvious reasons, I think it's more likely than not.

Why?

Well, because of where it is.

Who buries a body in the central reservation of the M1?

Someone who doesn't want it found?

I guess, I just...

So how much is remaining?

About 60%, I think; I'll know more when I get her back.

Right, so you think it's female?

I think, from the pelvis shape.

Again, I can confirm that when I get everything out.

No clothing fragments?

Not found any yet, no.

It would appear we just have bones.

♪ ♪ (floorboards creaking) Bye, Jack.

Do you have records for what it was before, what the land was used for?

Yeah.

Yeah, no, I can hold.

Highways Agency, just seeing if they can tell us what the land was used for before construction of the motorway.

Did you know that Edgeware Road was built on Watling Street?

Old Roman Road, did you know that?

I didn't know that.

I didn't know that.

Right, well-- yeah, yeah I'm here.

(door closing) (sighs) (phone dialing out) MARTIN (on phone): Hey, love.

Hi, Dad.

Everything okay?

Er... yeah, why?

No, no, just... You weren't home last night.

I-I'm at Jen's.

I told you.

Did you?

I told you yesterday at breakfast I was staying at hers.

Sorry, my mistake.

Anyways, it's-it's no problem.

I'll see you tonight?

Yeah, yeah, I'll see you later, yeah.

Okay, great.

Or, you know... stay out, it's not a problem.

(dryly): Thanks.

Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

I got to go.

Lots of love.

Bye.

(sighs) Actually it'd be quite smart, don't you think?

What would?

If you'd killed someone, burying them in a central reservation.

Smart?

Yeah, if you were a construction worker.

Lanes were already closed for repairs-- even if you weren't a construction worker, just hiring a van, getting a hi-vis jacket, 3:00 in the morning, put up some bollards.

Then start digging a grave in the middle of a motorway?

I mean, it would take balls, I'll give you that, but-- who's gonna stop you, who's gonna think, "Oh, oh, "I bet he's not a construction worker, I bet he's... burying a body."

You know, the fishy smell's really not that bad, I think you should at least try them.

Yeah, all right.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ Oh, hi.

How are you?

♪ ♪ (keys jangling) (dog barking) CHRIS: Oh we're up, are we, young man?

(panting) Oh, a super dog.

Super, super dog.

Decided to get up, have you?

Here's breakfast.

(plastic bag rustling) Today's the day big day, super dog.

When everything changes.

Yes, my Frankie, today's the big day.

BALCOMBE: So, it is female, and from the teeth, I can tell you she's young.

Early 20s, oldest.

Okay.

Most importantly, you were right, DCI Stuart.

These remains are not archeological.

Do you see that?

The bone's suffered a compound fracture at some point, and was fixed with a surgical plate.

So, plates have been used commonly for about a hundred years, but, if it's titanium, given the lack of corrosion, my guess is that it is, then this is no more than 50, 60 years old, tops.

(birds cawing) ♪ ♪ (motor stops running) (sighs) Find the need, sell the want.

Find the need, sell the want.

Sell the want.

MR. SALTHOUSE: I'm not sure if I'm going to sign anything today, Mr. Carr.

And I completely understand that, Mr. Salthouse.

Tell me, is it the amount that's worrying you?

Well... Is it too much?

Well, possibly, but also...

So what do you think you could afford?

Well, as I say, it's not just the... £8,000?

If you feel ten's too much, how about eight?

You see, eight is still...

Seven, then.

(sighs) I suppose-- I suppose I might be prepared to invest... three?

Three.

Perhaps.

Perhaps three.

(quietly): Three's not enough.

I'm sorry?

Three's fine, and I can do you the same terms for three, so we're all set.

Right, well...

I'll get my checkbook then.

It's here somewhere.

Just sign and date it, Mr. Salthouse.

I've got a stamp.

♪ ♪ (seatbelt clicks) (paper rustling) BALCOMBE: So first up, yes, it's titanium.

So 60 years old, oldest.

Give or take.

And then, there's this.

Which I am guessing is some sort of manufacturer's mark.

You ever seen that one before?

Nope, and I've seen hundreds of these.

But, plates do usually have a manufacturer's mark on them?

No, usually they have serial numbers indented.

What?

All of them?

Yes.

SUNNY: So...?

So I'm...

I'm guessing this is foreign.

So she could have come from anywhere.

Do E.U.

ones have serial numbers?

I think so, at least from when the country joined, but you'd have to check that.

Well, she could be a British person who'd gone abroad and had the plate fitted there.

That's also a possibility.

Okay.

Can you determine race or ethnicity from a skull?

To a degree; it's not an exact science.

I mean there are certainly general characteristics of Asian skulls versus African versus European, et cetera.

But they suggest a likelihood of origin, no more than that.

Okay, can you do that for us?

Mmm.

And age-wise, you said early 20s, would you be able to narrow it down any more than that?

We'll be doing an ossification test.

Cartilage turns to bone at a very specific age.

That should narrow it down considerably.

Who do you think might be best placed to recognize who the manufacturer of this might be?

I'd start with the orthopedics departments of large city hospitals.

Given the amount of foreign-born NHS employees we have, there's got to be a good chance you'll come across a surgeon who's inserted a plate with that mark on it.

♪ ♪ JAMES (voiceover): Well, that's it for this week, Join us same time next week for the first of the semis.

In the meantime, it's goodbye from our teams... (teams says goodbyes) And it's good bye from me.

Good bye.

(upbeat music, applause) (group laughing) And would you mind signing a copy of your book, please, Mr. Hollis... No, of course not.

So, um, is that to Karen or to Kaz or...?

Actually, if you could just put it, er, to Nan.

Nan?

Oh dear, oh dear, at least it used to be used to be to Mum.

Am I that ancient now?

(group laughs) I'm going to have to steal you away, I'm afraid, James.

Okay, sorry guys, she's the boss, but listen-- um, I hope you all enjoyed yourselves today and seriously, well done, all of you.

You're a sight smarter than I was, when I was your age.

Okay, cheers, guys, safe journey.

(group says goodbyes) So, couple of messages from the production office, your friend Pete rang, something about a dinner?

Okay, thank you.

And then your wife has rung twice, needs you to call her.

Amy?

Yeah.

All right, thanks, Kelly.

Recording again in 20 minutes, please.

All right.

CASSIE: Start with the hospitals.

SUNNY: Okay.

I might stick a photo of the mark on Twitter as well.

Yeah, good, 'cause if we can identify the origin of the plate, possibly narrow down a time window, because that's gonna be key.

Do you want to look at missing persons yet?

Ah... (sighs) Well, until we know what country it was made in and the likely ethnicity of the victim, no, I can't see the point.

Hiya.

Where have you been?

I've left you half a dozen messages.

Been recording, what's up?

Oh, it's Eliot.

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but apparently his flat mate hasn't seen him for a couple of days.

Who rang you?

Melissa.

Oh, so she rings you before she rings me now, does she?

It's only because you end up screaming at each other-- I'm still his dad, Amy, she should ring me.

Has she spoken to him, the flat mate?

Ed.

Yes, briefly, she said she's going to finish work early and get there about 4:00.

What work, she's been writing the same awful novel for ten years now.

Can you call her, I'm about to start again.

Tell her I'll meet her there.

Sure.

And Jamie, it'll be fine.

He'll be fine.

Yeah.

Call me when you've seen Mel, yeah?

Sure.

(phone clicks off) (places phone down) ♪ ♪ (keyboard keys clacking) ROB: Hey, Chris.

Hiya.

Nice to see you, how are you?

Oh, I'm good, I'm good, thanks.

How are you?

Well, you know, not too shabby.

Glad you dropped in, actually.

Sold two more pieces at the weekend.

(surprised): Oh, oh, okay.

So I've got a bit of space for a couple more, if you have any?

Yeah, I'm, I'm, I'm working on something, maybe... beginning of next week?

Perfect.

Rob, I-I, I need some of my money.

Yes, not a problem.

Um, how much?

£4,000, please.

Okay, fine.

Sorry, you mean, now?

Yeah.

Right.

Well, I'll have to go to the bank, obviously.

(chuckles) Can, can you wait, ten minutes?

Uh-huh, yeah.

So... that's quite a lot of money, Chris, and I'm very happy to get it for you, of course, but you're absolutely sure you need all of this?

I am, yeah.

Have you got somewhere safe to keep it?

Yeah.

Um, well.

Do you wanna wait outside, or, or maybe you could hold the fort... No, no, I'll, I'll wait out there.

No problem.

♪ ♪ You're overthinking it, love.

(sighs) So you read it as him hiding, I read it as he was just busy, you know, preparing his dad's lunch or changing his bed sheets or whatever.

Then why didn't he come out when I said goodbye?

Oh, he probably just didn't hear you.

Tim, sweetheart, I promise you, no one in this town believes a word of these allegations.

Well...

They know you, and they know Alison Pinion.

They certainly know Alison has a grudge against this practice.

As your rep says, the case won't even get to the next stage.

So, please, just try and forget about it, hmm?

Let's just have a lovely evening tonight with your girls.

All right.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Err, these are, they're... Greek letters.

Intertwined, you see that... you see there, that is an "A," and the "X" is an "he" stands for "Angelis and Cristos."

They're a Cypriot firm, based in Nicosia.

Right.

They do all sorts of surgical stuff.

Do you know if they're still in operation?

Uh, well, I think so, I think they only started in the '80s, and certainly they were still in operation when I worked there... couple of years ago?

DCI Stuart, it's Leanne Balcombe.

CASSIE (voiceover): So, I just spoke to Dr. Balcombe.

And her tests suggest that the skull is European, which narrows things down a bit.

SUNNY: So, we now know that the plate was made by a Greek company, Angelis and Cristos, based in Cyprus.

Now, they didn't start operating until 1984, so that's as old as the plate can be.

But I've sent them some photos, and the MD's going to come back to me, see if he can help us narrow the dates down a bit.

But, uh, in the meantime, we can now also tell you that... Dr. Balcombe did various tests on the major bones and teeth.

And she was able to determine, with actually a pretty good deal of certainty, that these remains are actually those of a young female, between the ages of 13... ...and 15.

So, this is not an adult, it's not even a young adult.

This is the body of a child.

So, as of now, we have a window of 34 years.

And as soon as we hear back from A&C, we start searching for all missing children of that age.

We're gonna start with the U.K., but if we have to, we'll liaise with Interpol, and roll this out across Europe.

Because not many children of that age go missing without leaving people behind.

And... somewhere, there surely must be parents who have lived in a world of almost unimaginable pain, for many, many years.

Let's give them their child back.

No, please don't apologize, your English is better than my Greek, so... (via computer): Anyway, what we can tell you is that in 2004, when we joined the E.U., in line with the E.U.

regulations, we started using serial numbers on all our plates, so it has to predate that.

Well, that is already extremely useful.

And the logo, we didn't start using that until '95.

'95.

Right, so that has to have been made in this nine-year period.

Oh, absolutely.

Right.

Thank you.

MARIA (on phone): So what time do you think you'll back?

Not late, 6:00-ish, thought I might take the boys to the beach.

If it stays dry.

Yeah.

They'd love that.

No problem.

Oh, and by the way, the boiler turned itself off again.

Right, remember, just press the reset button, and then-- Yeah, I know, I did it eight times before it fired up.

It's broken, Pete.

I'll look at it later, back at 6:00.

Yeah.

Okay.

CHILD: Mum!

(sighing): Oh.

Okay.

(birds squawking) HARPER (voiceover): When a man goes into a shop, Pete, to ask for a quarter-inch drill bit, he doesn't really want a quarter-inch drill bit, does he?

Doesn't he?

What he actually wants is a quarter-inch hole.

I'm sorry, Mark, I've got absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

You've asked me for new leads, but what you actually want is to be making more money, right?

Of course.

Which I can't give you.

I couldn't give you a quarter-inch hole, and I can't make you a better salesman.

(uncomfortable sigh) CASSIE: So, she was found in the U.K. and I think it's fair to assume she's more likely to be British.

Yeah.

And if she is British, why might she have had an operation in Cyprus?

'Cause she was on holiday.

With her family.

And according to the insurance rep I just spoke to, most families on holiday in Cyprus, they go to Paphos.

So we make contact with this hospital, see what records they have from there, meanwhile, get the team to start an outstanding review of U.K. mispers of, say, 12- to 16-year-old girls between '95 and 2004.

Yeah.

I'll get 'em onto it.

(drops pen, map rustling) Hey Pete, I got your message.

Sorry I'm being rubbish, but work's mad now-- so, yeah, let's put in a date in for a meet-up.

Why don't I call Tim and you do Chris?

I miss you, big man.

Lots of love.

(exhales) JAMES (voiceover): How's he been the last few weeks, how's his mood been, would you say?

I dunno, he's just seemed-- really stressed.

Stressed?

Yeah.

Stressed by what?

I dunno.

Stressed by watching back-to-back "Family Guy" all day long?

James...

Stressed by having to choose exactly how he's going to mess my life up this week?

What d'you think?

I'm just trying to help, mate, but to be honest, it's not my problem.

For what it's worth, having a father like you would stress the hell out of anyone.

Sorry.

(sighs) You'd think 20 years of this, of wondering every time he goes off on one, if this is the time he'll wind up in the canal, would inure you to the fear.

But it just seems to make it worse.

For us both.

I'll do the pubs, you do the dealers.

(sighs deeply, footsteps retreating) (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ (papers rustling) SUNNY: Err, hello, do you speak English?

Brilliant, brilliant.

Yeah, I wonder if you can help me with something.

(indistinct chatter) PAT: 18, Friday.

ALL: Friday.

PAT: Saturday.

ALL: Saturday.

Sunday... Can I use the phone in the office, I can never get signal in here.

Yeah, yeah, no problem.

Thanks.

CHRIS (on phone): Well he's, he's okay now?

Yeah.

I got him back to sleep at about 5:00, and then he, uh, slept in till midday.

Oh and... w-was it about his dad?

No, he rarely dreams about his dad.

He was too little to remember, really.

No, it's... pretty much always the gas.

I'm so sorry.

Listen, it's... Much better than it used to be.

This was the first time in months.

Would you like me to come 'round?

I could do some painting with him.

I think he'd love that.

How about... tomorrow after school?

Yeah, well, okay.

4:00-ish?

Perfect.

Oh, okay.

Well, you...

Send him my love.

I will.

And I'll, I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

(seagulls cawing) Are you just running away?

Here we go.

Oh, it's looking dangerous now.

It's looking dangerous.

Can we save-- oh!

Oh!

Here we go.

Go and get that!

CASSIE (voiceover): And have you started pronouncing words stupidly yet?

(American accent): Only when I eat "oreh-gen-oh."

(American accent): On your "ris-oh-toh?"

(both laugh) New... New York's actually pretty like London, it's just cooler.

Yeah, well, don't get too attached, 'cause you're not moving there.

Oh.

Am I not?

Sorry, needed here, I'm afraid.

Right, you see I...

I didn't realize I had no say in this decision.

(both chuckle) How's Granddad?

Yeah, all good.

He there?

Err... no, no, because he's out with Jenny tonight.

(drawn out): Wow... Wow.

(laughs) That's quite a thing, though, isn't it?

How long have they been going out?

Err, well, I dunno, a while.

GIRL (on tablet): Adam.

Adam!

Yeah, I'm coming.

Six months, maybe?

ADAM: Can you just gimme a sec...

Uh, Mum, look, I gotta go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, you go.

I'll call you next week, yeah.

I love you.

And do some work, 'cause that is why you're there, remem... (call beeps off) (phone ringing) Hiya.

SUNNY: Boss.

(loud chatter and laughter) Yeah, yeah, sorry to disturb you.

No problem.

(sighing): The Paphos hospital just emailed me.

They lost all of their pre-2008 records in a fire a couple of years ago.

I mean obviously I'll try the other hospitals in the morning, but... For now, we're back to a nine-year window.

Okay.

Well, thanks for letting me know... (sighs) (girls laughing over phone) Sounds like it's going well... (quietly): You're doing great.

(quietly): Yeah, I love them.

Sunny?

Yes, boss, sorry... it is, very.

I'll let you go.

Have a great evening.

And you.

'Night.

'Night.

(microwave dings) (cars rushing by) I know you feel she can be tricky, but can't you just reach out?

She's your mum.

And there were very good reasons you got divorced.

She's a lovely lady, who did extremely well to put up with me for as long as she did.

Maybe we can do a trip up there for her birthday?

Not a chance I'm driving 300 miles to the middle of nowhere to... Fine, forget about it, let's talk about something else.

In fact, let's talk about why we're here.

Here's to you both.

Happy anniversary, and a huge "well done" to you, Carol, for tolerating for ten years.

To Dad and Carol.

Thanks, guys.

Thank you.

(glasses clinking) (quietly): Excuse me.

Just wanted to say, Dr. Finch, for what it's worth, nobody I know believes a word of it.

(retreating footsteps) This is corked.

Is it?

Right, sorry about that, let me just... No, no, no.

You don't need to smell it.

I smelled it.

It's corked.

I'll bring you another bottle.

♪ ♪ (door closes) (exhales) Anything?

No.

Looked everywhere, no sign.

(exhales) CASSIE: So, we very much hoped the Cyprus hospitals could have given us a name that we would find here, but they haven't.

Which means now we have two options: checking each file against dental records, which will be very, very slow, or we make contact with each of the families of these missing girls, and ask them if their daughter ever broke her arm on holiday.

Now if we find one who did, and it was in Cyprus, chances are we've found her.

In the end, I think this is the least worst option.

But it's gonna be hard.

The best most of these families will have hoped for, for many years, will simply have been finding a body to bury.

And for all but one of them-- that's if we're lucky-- we're gonna offer them that little glimmer of hope, only to snatch it away seconds later.

So we tread gently, please.

We tread very gently.

I'm so sorry to trouble you, my name is D.C. Fran Lingley, I'm calling from Bishop Street Police Station in London... ...And I'm part of a team investigating the discovery of human remains in Hendon, North London.

And I wanted, if I may, to ask you a question in connection with the disappearance of your daughter, Annabelle.

I'm very sorry to hear that, Mr. Mason.

So, who might still be alive that I could talk to, who would know if your sister ever broke her wrist?

I completely understand, and I really wish I could have given you some answers.

Is there someone who can be there with you, Jackie?

I can tell you we can eliminate Michaela from our list.

Okay, thank you.

Take care.

Goodbye.

(hangs up phone) PETE (voiceover): They're my oldest friends, Maria-- it's one night.

We stay in a travel lodge, we eat in a pub.

And I can't afford to buy the kids new shoes.

(shouting up the stairs): Josh, Will, downstairs now, please.

But fine.

Things will get easier, I promise.

I've got some really good business coming in in the next few weeks.

What?

When have you not had some really good business about to come through, Pete?

I think the day I met you, you were about to buy the club we were drinking in.

Yeah, then the world went to hell in a handcart.

I mean, I'll take the blame for a lot of things, but not the global financial crash.

We're going to be late.

Look-- buy the kids whatever shoes they need.

There'll be money in the joint account tomorrow.

(children playing upstairs) (din of the street) BRYCE: At the end of the day, Tim, it's your word against hers.

And given what we know about her... (distant children playing, cars passing by) They're saying he's at Smudge's, apparently.

(relieved): Right, so...

I don't know Smudge, where does he live?

The Firdown, Panford House, number 22.

Hope he's okay, Mr. Hollis.

Thank you.

You look after yourself, Steven.

♪ ♪ No, I'm sorry, if Jasmine never sustained an injury like that, then it really can't be her, I'm afraid.

No, you cry away, Robin, and I'm so sorry we can't give you any more positive news.

And you're her sister, did you say?

JESSICA (on phone): Yes.

And how sure are you, Jessica, that she broke her wrist?

100%.

I remember the cast, what I wrote on it.

Okay, do you remember how she did it?

She slipped by the swimming pool.

By the swimming pool?

So this was a swimming pool at home, or... We were on holiday.

What year would this have been?

Um... mid-'90s, maybe?

Do you remember where you were on holiday?

We were only little, so I'd have to check with my mum but, um...

I think it was Cyprus?

MURRAY: Okay, Jessica.

I think we're gonna have to come and see you, but in the meantime, is your mother... She lives five minutes away.

Could you ask her about Cyprus for me... Mm-hmm.

...and also ask her if she remembers if Hayley had a surgical plate fitted following the fracture?

No problem.

Can you do that now, and get back to us?

Yeah, sure.

Uh... Do you really think it's her?

Jessica, I... obviously I can't say for sure, but...

I think it's certainly very possible, yes.

I'll call you straight back.

(phone clicks off) (hangs up phone) Anyone remember the Hayley Reid case?

JAKE: She was on her way to a party, wasn't she-- Mmm.

From a shift at a pub.

New Year's Eve?

It was millennium, 1999.

Awful, she just disappeared.

What was the name of the guy, they thought did it-- Mullins, was it?

Mullery, Adrian Mullery was the boyfriend.

We were exactly the same age.

Yeah, I remember, my mum wouldn't let me get a Saturday job when that happened.

Yeah, I remember her.

Brown stripes, and there are the trees.

I think you have a gifted child.

He has a real talent, yeah.

Well you bring it out of him, so, thank you.

It gives him such pleasure.

Jamila, I want...

I wanted to ask you something.

I wanted to ask you-- do you think that you would ever consider marrying me?

I'm sorry?

(chuckling): I know, yes, it probably comes as a bit of a shock.

And I know I'm not what people would consider a catch, but I-I...

I'm earning good money now, with my paintings, and I've saved up enough to put down a deposit on a flat, to rent, for us all.

(exhales) I just, in the last couple of years, we've got to know each other really well, and... months ago, I realized that...

I was in love with you.

Just watching you do ordinary things.

(exhales nervously) And, yes, I should have said something sooner, I should have mentioned it-- but I was so scared, I was so scared that you wouldn't want it.

You know.

And...

I just want to make things better for you, Jamila.

For you and, and for Asif... and for me, for me, obviously, for me, because the idea of me being with you both, and us being a family, that'd make me happy.

(laughing): Wow.

I'm a bit... shocked.

I mean, in a good way, but... You know, you don't have to say anything, you know, you know, h-have a think about it and then we could talk soon.

(stammering): Maybe tomorrow at, at the center?

Yes, right, and, um...

Thank you.

CHRIS: I nearly forgot-- I bought you this.

See you tomorrow.

♪ ♪ So, the complaint against you, Dr. Finch, is that on the 27th of April 2017, while on a house call to Maureen Anne Avery, since deceased, and seemingly unaware that her daughter, the complainant, Alison Pinion, was in the house, you verbally abused and threatened Mrs. Avery, and that you then told her you'd "half a mind to stick her full of morphine and give us all a break."

♪ ♪ (doorbell ringing) (holding ringer down) JESSICA: Mum?

(chatter on radio) (door closes) Mum?

(radio chatter continues) (footsteps ascending stairs) (door opens) Mum?

Wake up, Mum.

Jess.

Jessie, what is it?

When Hayley broke her arm that time when we were on holiday, did she have a plate fitted?

What?

I think we were in Cyprus.

Did she have a plate fitted?

Why?

Did she?

Yes.

It was a compound fracture.

She had it done at the local hospital-- why?

You're gonna have to get up, Mum.

The police are gonna be coming down from London.

(wavering): They think they've found her.

They think they've found Hayley.

♪ ♪ (approaching footsteps) Eliot?

Hey, Els, how you doing?

Hi, Dad.

(waves crashing, seagulls squawking) (seagull squawking) ♪ ♪ (knocking on door) Eliot?

Eliot?

ARBITER (distant): My client's mother, Mrs. Avery, was diagnosed with dementia over seven years ago.

(voice fading): As you can imagine... Oh...!

(objects clattering, muttering to himself) ♪ ♪ (shaky breathing) (deep breaths) JESSICA: Yes, she had a plate fitted and it was in Cyprus.

(phone clicks into receiver) It's her.

♪ ♪ (deep breaths, wavering sobs) (wailing) (wailing continues) ♪ ♪ (clicks) CUMMING: Next time, on "Unforgotten"... REPORTER: Hailey was just 16 when she disappeared.

No one was ever charged in connection with her disappearance.

CASSIE: We are gonna find out who was responsible for her death, and then we are going to make sure they are punished for the terrible wrong they did.

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

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