Vera

Suspect heading west along Hilford Road.

Backup required, any units available?

I have a visual on Hilford Road.

He's turning right onto, stand by.

Turning right onto Gleneagle Road.

Oscar One.

All units, this is a dead end ahead.

Suspects may be preparing to abandon vehicle.

Traveling at speed along Gleneagle Road.

Slowing down, turning left, dirt track towards the woods.

Gleneagle, they're bailing!

Stop!

A dark and defining moment

in British history.

Now, 30 years on since one of the most bitter industrial

disputes in living memory, we will speak to...

Stop, now!

Get back here!

The miners and their families.

Not just the loss of a whole community,

but the loss of a way of life,

still keenly felt three decades on.

Come here, son!

Second suspect westbound.

Stay down!

Argh!

- You're wet through! - I'm fine.

It's just a bit of rain.

Yeah, well you want to get down to army surplus.

I was on my balcony last night.

Oh, microclimate.

Keeps us on our toes.

What about these joyriders?

They still in custody?

No, they've been cautioned.

- Who by? - Well, they've been

ruled out.

Historical, he reckons.

How historical?

Battle of Britain or the Battle of Hastings?

He's working on it.

Course he is.

- Marcus? - Ma'am.

Oh.

It's a young girl.

Probably late teens.

How about a date?

I'd say 20, maybe 30 years.

And there's this.

The straps were around her neck.

What, as in throttled with?

No, more as in buried with.

If it was a ligature, it would hang differently, I think.

Mm.

CT.

Could be her initials.

Get onto that new girl, Helen.

Get her to look up missing persons list.

Tell her to start 20 years ago, then work backwards.

I should warn you, any assailant DNA is probably

too degraded to get a profile.

Hold on.

I spy with my little eye...

"Coal not dole."

It's the miner's strike.

- '84, '85. - Hey, well done.

I was brought up shouting "Maggie out", wasn't I?

Where, from your pram?

Why, what were you doing?

Well working for the police, wasn't I?

"CD", as in Charlie Delta?

Or Charles and Di, I suppose, as it's the '80s.

No, "CT" as in Charlie Tango.

Female teenager, with a camera, in Hollowthorp Woods.

I know it's pre-HOLMES.

But any leads, doesn't matter how vague.

Carrie Telling, 17.

Reported missing by her parents in June 1984.

Would that do ya?

Right, did somebody call you before I did?

Nope, just feeling lucky.

Local papers better at archiving than we ever were.

Right, looks like this girl's parents lived

about two miles away from where you're stood.

Well, I'm impressed.

That's why they call it intelligence, love.

Not just a pretty face.

Boss.

Possible ID, ma'am.

Sounds promising.

Right, get uniform to the family.

Wait, no, second thoughts, we'll go with.

They've waited long enough.

It's the least we can do.

Helen, good work in identifying the lass.

Now then, get down the basement and pull the files.

Find witnesses, school mates, surviving family, CID team.

The lot.

Always a pleasure.

Kenny.

She wants you down the basement on this one.

You wait here, might not need you.

Keep a low profile.

There's no love for the police around here.

Ex-mining town.

- Morning. - Aye.

William Telling?

That's me.

DCI Vera Stanhope.

Northumberland And City Police.

And this is DS Healy.

Right.

Is it about Carrie or something else?

It's about Carrie.

Have they found her?

- Well, we don't know but... - Is she dead or alive?

Dead or alive?

We have found a body, sir.

In Hollowthorp Woods.

Righto.

Best come in, then.

What do you think?

Oh, it's hers all right.

I know that.

Bought it for her 16th birthday.

She was doing photography O level.

She was gonna take it for her A's.

You say a body.

Do you mean, like, a woman who's just died or...

The remains are skeletal, sir.

Of a teenage girl.

That's, that's that, then.

Er, no, we'd need DNA to confirm...

Oh, right, so it's another teenage girl

buried with her camera, is it?

I'm sorry, it's just sometimes we...

Uh we think you should prepare yourself for bad news, sir.

Now, is there someone who can sit with you

while we ask you some questions?

No, I'll be right.

- Carrie's mam perhaps? - No, long gone.

We have a family liaison officer.

No, I'll be right.

Ask away.

Can you tell me about the last time you saw your daughter?

Outside Hattington Colliery.

Monday June 25th, about half one-ish.

She brought some sandwiches up to the lads on the line.

And then what?

I sent her home 'cause I thought it was gonna kick off.

And no-one ever saw her again.

Was she upset or angry about anything?

Anyone bothering her at all?

Here we go, that one.

No, she didn't run away.

- I wasn't... - If she'd have been upset,

she would have said something.

She went down to London the weekend

before with her mate Claire.

I think if she was gonna run away,

she'd have stayed there, don't you?

I've thought about it.

I've been over every scenario.

We were good pals, me and Carrie.

She wouldn't have left without saying goodbye.

So, when you got back that night,

what, she wasn't there?

I didn't get back.

I spent a couple of nights at Hunston Road nick.

She'll know it.

Aye, I do.

Cells smelt like fish.

What had you done?

Given one of yours a going over.

Oh, well.

We gave as good as we got.

Vicious, you lot were.

And vindictive.

Why do you think they never found Carrie?

- Well, I... - Because they didn't

give a damn.

Miner's daughter, half-caste, that's the words they used.

"Must be trouble, must've run off."

- Well, I'm sorry. - Oh, shove it!

I've heard it all before.

I'm sorry.

I'm not a great fan of coppers, if I'm honest.

Difficult times past.

I never wanted to be right.

After all these years, I never wanted to be in the right.

Ta.

- There you go. - Cheers.

Don't you lose anything.

No, if we take anything, he'll write it down.

Don't move too much, this was how she liked it.

I'll put it all in my phone, keep track of everything.

These her college pals?

Most of them have got kids of their own now.

Which one of them is her mate, Claire?

None of them.