All language subtitles for Ellis.S01E01.iNTERNAL.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_Track03

[ducks quacking]

[car door sliding shut]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[duck quacking]

[water gently splashing]

♪

[water splashing]

[splashing, shouting]

[clock beeping]

- Whoo!

[applause, clock beeping]

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Come on, all right!

- Whoo!

- Whoo!

[pensive music]

[audio fades out]

[bubbling]

[TV playing in background]

- That's a bit of a hurdle.

- [chuckling]

[FaceTime ringing]

Yep.

- Ellis, you're
across the case?

- I'm reading the file.

- That's a yes, then.

- And I'm expected?

- They know you're coming.

The mother of the deceased--

- Louise Edwards,
ex-minister for--

- Reached out.

[soft sobbing]

As an MP, she had some
doubts about the capability

of the local force.

They've requested the best.

It'll need some
delicate handling.

Bit of media interest.

It won't go unappreciated

if you find her son's killer
quickly.

- And the girl,
Maggie, finding her?

- Yes.

[button beeping]

- No message.

[birds chirping]

[melancholy music]

♪

- [sighs]

♪

- Come on, guys!

[singer vocalizing]

[singer vocalizing]

[church bell ringing]

[phone charging tone]

[sighs]

[car alarm beeping]

[door opening]

[chatter]

- Ta.

DCI Ellis?
- No.

- I thought you
said she was here.

- 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Had worse.
- Sorry?

Oh, sorry.

Yeah, um, DCI Ellis,
I am DS Chet Harper.

[lighthearted music]

- Right.

Let's head up then.

- Yeah.

Uh--uh, this way.

[door opening]

After you.

Hey, sorry.

Um, I mean, it was, uh, 50/50.

Uh, have you ever
been up here before?

- Yeah, school trip,
although it might

have been in Lake District.

Hard to tell with all the rain.

- Whew, the lakes.

Hmm, no comparison.

Best place on Earth, this.
[sniffles]

[door beeping]

- Maybe it was then.

50/50.

- Mm. [grunts]

It's, uh, all
go here this morning.

We brought someone in,
Steven Mason, the stepfather.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, uh, listen up.

Yeah, guys, o--over here.

All right, good.

Uh, thanks, everyone.

So, um, this is DCI Ellis--

Who Assistant Chief Constable
Leighton has placed in charge

of the Rowan Edwards case
and disappearance

of Maggie Bradley.

[lighthearted music]

- I'll need to
set up my office.

- You'll--

yeah, we didn't think you'd--

no, no, we're not.

I can get that
sorted for you, boss.

- Viewing room, then.

- Now?

- Let's discuss the
argument you had with Rowan

when he came to pick Maggie
up at the house that night.

- I gave her a letter
telling off is all.

- Neighbor said
it sounded heated.

- Listen, the last time he took
her out, she didn't get home

until 3:00 in the morning.

- Did that bother you, did it?

- It bothered her mum.

- Speaking of Linda, neighbors
heard you and her arguing

after Maggie and Rowan left.

- Well, that was--
it was nothing.

- Stormed out of the house.

- I didn't storm out.
I just left.

- And didn't come
back till the morning.

- Like I told you,
I stayed at the caravan.

- At a small
caravan park, right?

- That's right.

- [sniffles]
Hmm.

You see, the problem
we've got, Steven,

is that we can't find anyone

to corroborate what
you're telling us.

The manager at
the site says that

you didn't check
into the office.

- Well, it was late.
The office was closed.

- They've got cameras
at the gate.

We checked the footage.

[tense music]

[chuckles]

Were you jealous?

Were you jealous of Rowan?

- Sorry, what?
- Come on.

[laughs] Private school,
got his own wheels,

keeping Maggie out
till God knows when,

getting up to all sorts.

And she's a pretty girl.

- What's that got
to do with anything?

- Well, it can't have
escaped your notice.

You've lived with her
for three years.

- Unlock the door.

- Well, I think the boss
has it under control.

- Key, now.

Now.

- A younger
version of her mum,

like Linda must have
been before she trotted

up over the hill, so to speak.

[tense music]

- [growling]

- Mr. Mason.

Mr. Mason.

- Steven Mason's got a temper.

Who would have thought it, eh?

And you are?

- Uh, this is DCI Ellis, boss.

- Oh, yeah.

DCI lend a helping hand, eh?

Well, as you can see, we've got
things very much in hand here.

DCI Belmont.
I'm in charge.

- But you're not.

Not anymore.

So I need you to
get me up to speed.

Your office will do nicely.

- [scoffs]

[phone ringing]

[chatter]

- No, I'll get back
to you on this.

- It's standard protocol.

He's a person of interest.

That's as clear as day.

- Also, the father
of a missing girl.

- The stepfather.
- Of a victim of a crime.

Some might say also the victim.

- [scoffs] Does that look
like a victim to you?

- More like a man under extreme
stress reacting to harassment.

- Oh.

Well, you can get off that
high horse right away.

We're not the Met up here.
You know that.

As far as I'm concerned,
Steven Mason is

just the same as anyone else.

He is a suspect with
a record and a motive

and a great fat hole
in his alibi.

- You could be right.

And perhaps Mr. Mason
knows where Maggie is.

- Exactly, so with
a bit of pressure,

I reckon he'll lead us
right to her body.

- I wasn't aware
of any evidence

pointing to Maggie's death.

She's missing.

She's not confirmed as dead.
- [scoffs]

- I'm here to lead a
murder investigation

and a missing persons.

I need the goodwill
and cooperation

of all family members.

- You're here because the
higher-ups wanna see us pulling

out all the stops because
that kid's mum's an ex-MP

who made her name putting
a boot into my force.

I didn't request your
presence or your advice.

No one did.

So all this, you,

it's just shite
and shoeshine politics.

Good.

So we all just play nice,
we make it look pretty.

Harper.

- I'm driving.
- We'll bring you up to speed.

Chet.

Keep an eye on her.

- Of course.

[door slams]

[car alarm beeping]

Uh, Little Switzerland,
they call it on account

of the hills, I suppose.

[baby crying]

Yeah, it's a--
it's a nice place,

but it's a pain in
the arse in the summer

with all the tourists.

- Well, best place on Earth.

- You, uh, do this a lot, then?

Like, take over cases?

You must have a thick skin.

Uh, I mean, um,
you know, police

can get arsey about people
muscling in on their patch.

- Pathologist's
report headlines.

- Yep.

- Rowan was struck from behind.

No defensive wounds
to hands or arms,

although his watch was smashed.

Skin discoloration.

He was blue.

- Yeah, it must have been
freezing in the water.

- Significant
blunt force trauma,

metallic fragments
and particles

of rust in the wounds.

- Uh, some kind of tool,
either outdoors or old.

Uh, three blows to
the back of the skull,

enough to kill him or two.

- Coroner feels it's the most
plausible cause of death.

Still, not confirmed,
nor the murder weapon.

No time of death established.

Nothing pointing to anyone.

Belmont brought Steven Mason
in on a fishing trip.

- Uh, the boss feels
like Mason is our man.

He's got a criminal record.

- He's a care leaver with
four months suspended

for breaking and
entering in 2011

and no history of violence.

- He still lied about
where he was the night

his stepdaughter went missing.

[pensive music]

♪

[duck quacking]

- Is she there yet?
- Yeah.

[radio chatter]

- The perimeter
search showed us--

- No blood, no personal
effects, no damage to the car

or signs of struggle.

And the divers, they have
been out twice and nothing

from the water.

- Showed us the Audi's tracks.

No other vehicle
coming or going.

Two partial footprints,
looks like Wellies.

The mud in the
footprints doesn't

match the soil around here.

- Yeah, it was on
Rowan's jeans too.

I sent a sample to analysis.

- Someone pushed the
car into the lake.

It tipped on the shelf and
settled at a 20 degree angle.

[water gently splashing]

No prints or DNA
below the waterline.

- Blood, all Rowan's,
on the upholstery.

- And the towel.

- Yeah, but not much,
because it was on his--

- It was over his face.

- Mm.

- Covered his face.

Only blood at the
scene is Rowan's.

- Uh, but Maggie was definitely
in the car, like she was sick--

where's she going now?

- Rowan and Maggie
were last seen

alive at 2:30 AM,
leaving the school

pool after late practice.

- As more of a late
night pool party, boss.

So Rowan smashed a record that
day, and one of his mates,

he got the keys off
his dad, the coach.

And he invited a few kids.

- The phones haven't
been recovered,

but the last pings were off the
same tower just outside Hemel.

- Yeah, about, what,
30 minutes away.

And both phones, they
went dead an hour later.

- While swimmer finds
the car at dawn.

- 7:15.

[water gently splashing]

- The only way in or
out is that track,

unless you swim the lake.

It's a 12-minute drive down.

- About 55-minute
hike back up the road.

- So sometime around
4:00, Rowan was beaten

unconscious with a rusty tool.

Killer puts him
in the back seat

and drives out here to
get rid of the body,

say, 5:00 AM latest.

- Oh, so the car
gets stuck and--

- Then he gives up, leaves
on foot, and gets to the road

before the swimmer arrives.

From initial attack
to the killer

fleeing the scene,
less than two hours.

- Yeah.

- Not enough time.

- What?
Not enough time for what?

- For Maggie.

- No, Maggie--Maggie was
definitely in the car.

Like, she was
sick on the towel.

- Not at the same
time, she wasn't.

The towel was placed under
Maggie, probably to protect

the car seat, and over Rowan.

The blood and the sick
were on the same side.

- Okay, well, what
if she was driving?

- 17-year-old girl--

- Yeah.

- Barefoot,
legless, no license,

manages to kill her boyfriend
and teach herself to drive

a car down that track in
the dark without a scratch

and then push it in the lake.

Can't see it myself.

- Well, she could have
been in the passenger seat,

or she could be an accomplice,
or she could have been

brought here against
her own will.

- In either case.

- Good luck dragging her
body back up the road.

Okay, what--what if she
was brought here dead?

- She'd be here, and she isn't.

- Okay.

If she was with Rowan
when he was attacked,

and if she didn't do it,
then she's most likely dead,

killed wherever,
whenever he was.

- You don't dispose of one
body and keep the other,

or bring it only to drag
it back uphill on foot.

Makes no sense and no time.

Maggie's body isn't here
'cause Maggie isn't dead.

I really need a--

- Pee?

I--I could do with one myself.

- A place to work.

An office.

Since we're stuck in the field,

let's interview the victim's
parents.

- Yeah, we, uh--we
did that already.

Louise Edwards is going to
love another intrusion from our

local incapable police force.

That was, uh,
before my time,

Belmont and her used
to butt heads.

- Mm.

- Civilians, eh?

They, uh, demand the case gets
solved pronto, but God forbid,

you skip a bit of
protocol now and then.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[gate beeping]

- God forbid.

I mean, I can be a bit
of a civilian myself

when it comes to
protocol and skipping.

[text notification on phone]

♪

[text whooshing]

[text notification on phone]

[knocking]

- Thought this might
interest you, sir.

- [sighs]

- The office, like
she requested.

- [chuckles]
Get Harper back here.

[door bell ringing]

- DS Hooper.
- It's Harper, Mr. Mercer.

And this is DCI Ellis.

She is now leading
the investigation.

This is Rowan's
uncle, Mr. Mercer.

- My deepest
condolences, Mr. Mercer.

I was hoping to speak
to Mr. and Mrs. Edwards

if they're home.

- Yes, of course.

- If you've pulled
someone in,

we should have been
first to know.

Typical of that Belmont.

Idiot.

Have you charged him yet?

- All I can tell you
is a man is helping--

- Not a man.

Do you think we don't know who?

I know everything that
goes on in this town.

I know all about Mason.

He's just the sort
to beat a kid to death.

- I understand how incredibly
hard this is for you.

- Oh, really?

You do, do you?

- DCI Ellis, perhaps you could
pick this up another day.

- Maggie may not have
another day, Mr. Mercer.

- Of course.

It's just that today has
been particularly challenging

for my sister and her husband.

- You've taken
over from Belmont?

- I have.
Yes, Mrs. Edwards.

- So what do you want from us?

- I want to know about Rowan,

to hear from the people
who knew him, who loved him.

- Louise, you've already gone
over every single detail--

- I want to discuss my son in
as much detail

and for as long as it takes.

Thank you, DCI Ellis.

What do you want to know?

- It would be helpful, Mrs.
Edwards, to hear from you

how Rowan was in the days
leading up to his death.

- He seemed completely fine.

- If he was
preoccupied in any way.

- [scoffs]

- Teenagers can be
complicated.

- Jesus Christ!
[glass shattering]

Do you want to know
how our son was?

Who he was?

He was a kid, a
bright, beautiful kid.

Not complicated,
not preoccupied,

not a care in the world until
that bastard killed him!

[sobbing] God!

[somber music]

♪

- I loved to watch him swim.

I wondered how Michael and I
produced something so graceful.

I apologize for my husband.

Men don't cope as well
as we do, do they?

Don't have to, I suppose.

- I don't know
what coping looks like

under the circumstances.

- Rowan's teammates,
the A squad--

his friends, family, really.

Swimming was his life, so
I suppose they were too.

Oh, that's Amy, my brother's
girl, Rowan's cousin.

They grew up together,
the two of them.

Inseparable.

She's--she's in pieces.

[crying]

Thank you.

My brother took care
of Rowan, all of us,

really, while I was in
office, none of which

seems worth a single second
spent away from my boy.

- Maggie is not in this photo.

- Maggie wasn't a swimmer.

She wasn't at Meredale.

It's private in her family.

I have no idea where they met.

Teenagers.

One minute, you're sewing
name labels on their clothes.

Next, they're--

Nice enough girl.

But Rowan was off to
university in October.

It was never going to last, so
we didn't exactly invest in--

- Durham.

To study politics?

- Yes.

[laughs]
He never listened to me.

Why did Steven
Mason kill my son?

- I never said he
did, Mrs. Edwards.

- But you've arrested
him, and he's got history.

- I didn't.

And there's no history
that I'm aware of.

- I see.

Have you finished?

I need to check on Michael and
let my brother get back to Amy.

[pensive music]

♪

- Peter Pan, the green man,
wind farmer

and keeper of the gates when
Louise Edwards was an MP.

[phone ringing]

Oh, uh, DS Harper?

Yeah?
Okay.

We're on our way.

They found something on Mason.

[car rumbling]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- [clears throat] DCI Ellis,
so glad you could join us.

Our resident techie,
Ms. Trent, has pulled

these from Mason's phone.

Mason still look
like a victim, eh?

This is DCI Ellis.

She is the officer in charge
of this investigation.

- What, this is your
new strategy then?

She here to make
me feel all cozy?

- She's here to find
Maggie, Mr. Mason.

Let's take a look
at these, shall we?

- These were on your phone, 41
images in total, all Maggie.

- Seriously?

You two arrest me on suspicion
of murdering two kids,

and all you've got to
hold me on is--is this?

[sighs] You bunch of--

I didn't take them.

Linda did. Yeah?

Maggie and Linda saw
some bloody program

about teenage models.

Wanted pics to
send to an agency.

- So for the record,
these pictures

were taken by your partner,
Linda Bradley, on your phone,

because?

- Well, my phone's
got a better camera.

- It's a bit dodgy,
isn't it, Mason?

Grown man walking around with
photos of some teenage girl

on his phone.

- Because Maggie isn't
just some teenage girl.

Maggie's my stepdaughter.

I'd never do
anything to hurt her.

- But you are hurting her,
Mr. Mason.

Right now, you,
me, all of us here

should be out there combing
those hills in the rain,

trying to find Maggie, instead
of which, because of you,

we're all in this poxy room
trying to work out exactly

why you're lying about spending
the night in a caravan park

while your stepdaughter
went missing

and her boyfriend was
brutally murdered.

So in answer to your question,
Mr. Mason, no, I'm not here

to make you feel all cozy.

I'm here to find Maggie.

Rowan's killer, yeah,
but most of all, Maggie,

because Maggie is
the one we can save.

But I can't do that until
I find out why the hell

you're lying.

- [indistinct speech]

- I was at the caravan.

[taps table]

- I don't know
what more you want.

- Like I said, I want to
find out why he's lying.

- Because he killed
Rowan Edwards.

Maggie, too, most likely.

- "Maggie isn't some teenage
girl," present tense.

"Maggie's my stepdaughter."

In Mason's head,
Maggie's still alive.

So let's keep her that way.

One more thing I want.

Trent, a list of
every reported crime

in and around Hemel
night of--small stuff,

break-ins, car thefts.

[drilling]

[indistinct conversations]

[radio chatter]

That one.

- Uh, that's Linda
Bradley there.

- No, I mean him.

- What, him?

He's, uh, not on our radar.

- Should be.

- Where's Steven?
I need him here.

- Mrs. Bradley,
this is DCI Ellis.

- Was it you who
arrested my Steven?

- Steven's down at the
station helping out.

- Yeah, I'd have thought
you'd know better.

Hey, love.
- The Watsons, they're--

they're not coming
out tomorrow.

- You did that! You did!

Ever since Steven got
arrested, half the volunteers,

they've gone home.

Who's gonna come
out tomorrow, eh?

Who's gonna look
for Maggie now?

- You must be freezing.

Why don't we all go in
and have some tea, yeah?

[pensive music]

♪

[background chatter]

- I took them,
just like he said.

You're holding
Steven over that?

Thought you'd caught him
messing about with Maggie.

You're sick.

- We wouldn't be doing
our jobs, Mrs. Bradley,

if we didn't pursue it.

- Well, you can bloody
well stop pursuing it,

because I know Steven,
and he's not that man.

- I don't think any mum thinks
that their man is that man.

- You got kids?

- Daughter.

- You keep her safe?

- I try to.

- Because that's what mums do.

First, foremost, always,
protect our kids.

The slightest chance that
I thought Steven could lay

a finger on my girls,
he would be out,

and I would be the first
one to call the police.

- I believe you, but
I don't believe him.

- [scoffs]

- Because I know he's lying.

Mr. Mason told us that
he went out after you

had a disagreement over Rowan.

- Well, it weren't about Rowan.

He's a good kid.

Was.

[sighs] And I feel sorry
for the family, the Edwards.

But you know, you
know the sort--

money, the big house.

They're used to
getting what they want.

And they don't want their
son with the likes of us.

- Now did you, uh--

did you worry that
Rowan might hurt Maggie?

That he might break her heart?

- Never.

But Steven, he expects the
worst because of how he

was raised in care homes and--

Life's a shit sandwich, Maggie.

Get used to it.

- Linda, Mr. Mason told you
that he went to the caravan

that night, but he didn't.

We checked.

- Yeah, but how he was raised
is why he would never do

anything to hurt this family.

We're all he's got.

And he wouldn't risk losing us.

Look, if you're done, um,
I've got a really early start.

[cash register beeping]

If anyone shows up there.

Thanks for the tea.

Rain, home.

[pensive music]

♪

- So what can I get you, boss?

- Like I said, a
list of everything

called in on the night.

- Right, yeah.

Um, Trent sent something over.

- Mm-hmm.

- Um, it was a typical
Saturday night.

A farmer called
about a trespass

in Cranbriar, breaking
and enterings.

A taxi was broken
into on Church Street.

- Send me the CCTV of that.

That's what happens
when you skip protocol.

- She hurts so much.

Anything else, boss?

- The sister, Rain.

- Uh, she wasn't at the party.

She was at home with her mum.

- Okay.

- So go on.

Tell us.

- About what?
- About your daughter.

Like name, age.

- Tell me about him tomorrow.

♪

[buttons tapping]

[text whooshing]

[phone ringing]

Ma'am.

- If it seems like I'm
checking up on you,

that's because I am checking.

- I only got here this morning.

- On you, Ells, not the case.

- I'm good.

Wondering why I've
been parachuted in.

Belmont's a dickhead.

- Oh, I don't disagree.

- I wish I could say
he's one of a kind,

but he's anything but.

- Oh, he's one of a herd,
is Belmont--a herd

of bullocks in a china shop.

- I'm sure you
didn't just describe

a fellow officer as bollocks,
Assistant Chief Commissioner.

- I most certainly
did not, DCI Ellis.

Look, Ell, bullock or
not, it's his china shop,

and he's going to defend
it any way he can.

- I get it.

Best behavior.

- Not what I'm saying.

Look, we're grateful
for your stepping in,

but coming off
garden leave, you'd

be forgiven for being keen.

You think Maggie's alive.

- Yeah, I do.

She's alive.

Gardening leave,
we're calling it?

- Politics aside, I felt this
job would be good for you.

And there's no one
better to bring her home.

- Ugh.

- Get some sleep.

Be in touch soon.

- Mm-hmm.
[call ending tone]

[phone charging tone]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[notification pings on phone]

Oh.

[light music]

♪

Damn.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

- I'm still downstairs.

I'm just wondering if you'd
fancy grabbing a drink,

you know?

A bit of bonding?

- I'm working.

- Right, of course.

Maybe another--

[call ending]

♪

[suspenseful music]

Rain.

- Christ.

I can't take any more of this.

First Steven, now you.

- Tell us what's going
on in this video, Rain.

- You don't know
what it's like, Mum.

When I go out, people
staring, whispering.

I can't stay in the
house all the time.

I'd go nuts.

- So you go out when
the streets are quiet.

This wasn't the first time.

- Uh, what's in the
shopping bags, Rain?

- Nothing.

Stuff from home.

Crisps, chocolates.

- [laughs]
- What?

You're the one who's always
telling me to eat more.

- And is there somewhere
special that you like to go,

Rain, to--to be alone?

- Nowhere.

The park.

Sit in the swings
or the benches.

- Okay.

Well, your phone can
verify your exact location.

- Well, no, Mum, I need it.

- Tell me about our friendly
neighborhood barkeep.

- So, name, Charles Braine.

- Known as Carlos
to his friends.

- How did you know that?

Oh, forget it.

Uh, full-time at the pub.

No priors.

Working late the night
of and got a cab home.

Sound squeaky?

- Man in his 30s nicknamed
Carlos to his friends,

all of whom appear to
be under 18.

Squeaky.

- Ah.

So you knew he's a dealer?

- Unless Carlos has a
reliable supply of something

else the kids want.

What I do know is
that dealers get

to know their
customers a lot better

than their parents ever do.

[phone ringing]

- I'm on it, Sarge.

Yeah, I'd like to bring
in a person of interest.

So what?
Who's next?

[splashing]

- Yes, Rowan is a devastating
loss to the team to, um--

- Coaching is a pretty
intimate relationship.

Maybe you knew a side to
Rowan his parents didn't.

- Mm.

I knew he had it.

Knew it as soon
as I saw him swim.

Besides that, I knew he
made a great team captain.

Never late for practice.

Sorry.

[blows whistle]

Aaron!

Sort out that arm recovery.

How many times do
I have to tell you?

[background chatter]

Look, all I'm interested in is
if a swimmer has grits or not.

I mean, obviously, the
team are a little upset,

but I'm a firm believer in
pushing through adversity.

Yeah?

It's like I said--

it's a question of grit.

- Uh, when did you
last see Rowan?

- At the meet.

Yes, Saturday afternoon,
Rowan swept the boards.

- So I hear, followed by some
well-deserved celebrations.

- Aaron committed a
complete breach of--

trust me, I'm
dealing with that.

Mm-hmm.

Look at this.
Hopeless.

Their hearts
aren't in it today.

[blows whistle]
Right, that's it!

Everybody, out!

Now!

Sorry.

- I've been hearing
from the adults who

are close to Rowan and Maggie.

Now I wanna hear
from their friends.

It was your last local
derby on the school team.

All of you off to uni.

- Yeah, definitely
calls for a party.

- And we all know
that's on me, yeah?

So what more do you want?

- To know why one of
your friends is dead

and another is missing.

- Look, to be honest, that
night was a bit of a blur.

Though, I mean, I wasn't
out of it like Maggie.

I mean, no one was.

I guess some people just
can't hold their drink.

- That's why we
took your phones.

However out of it you
got, TikTok, Insta,

the cloud never forgets.

- Yeah, uh, Trent is cutting
together some footage

as we speak, boss.

- So, Maggie, not in your
school, not in your team,

not your friend.

- Look, we're out
searching in everything,

in the cold and wet.

Obviously, we're gutted.

But at the end of the day,
Rowan's the one who's dead.

Okay, Maggie was just
Rowan's latest girlfriend.

- You just can't help
yourself, can you?

Rowan wasn't yours. Yeah?

Wasn't any of ours.

Not even--

[tense music]

- After Rowan and Maggie left--

- Uh, Amy dropped me home.

She doesn't drink.

But she's called in sick today.

- Understandable.

Rowan's her cousin.

- I, uh, made everyone leave.

Cleared up and was out
by 3:30.

Alone.

I walked.

I don't, uh, drink and drive.

And, uh, I never
saw them again.

[pensive music]

♪

- I think this is
probably the worst thing

that will ever happen to you.

And what's going to get you
through it is each other.

- [clearing throat]

♪

[indistinct arguing]

- Like cats and
dogs, those two.

Bloody hell.

Teenagers.

- That's how they get when
they've got something to hide.

- So what's the best way to
get inside these kids' heads?

- Their phones.

[tense music]

♪

There's Carrie Booth.

- And Amy Mercer.
I took her statement.

Nice girl.

- Rowan and Maggie.

- Maggie.
- Hey.

- Hey.

Do you want--do
you want a drink?

- I shouldn't.
- No, you should.

- I really shouldn't.
- You really should.

Go. Go.
- I shouldn't.

- Get her down, Carrie,
before she hurts herself.

- Why would I want
to do that, Aaron?

Spoil her fun?
Come on. Go, Maggie!

Whoo!

Whoo!

- Oh, bloody hell.
Carrie was right.

She can barely stand up.

- He's too good to her.

- It's funny.

It's funny.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Where's she off to?

- Amy was with
Rowan and Maggie.

- And she's back.

- That's a 20-minute gap.

- 20 minutes when Amy was
with Rowan and Maggie,

talking, probably finding
out where they were going.

20 minutes that she didn't
mention in her statement.

- I was helping Rowan put
Maggie in the back seat.

She was sparko.

He said he needed
to get her home.

- Amy, you know Rowan.

You'd know things were
off between him and--

- Maggie?

They seemed good.

- Or with the rest
of the swim team,

if there was any friction.

- Look, Carrie used
to go out with Rowan.

- Oh, so, Carrie,
she resented Maggie.

- That's not what Amy said.

- She acted like
she wasn't bothered,

but everyone knew
she still liked him.

- Some low-level drama, then.

Always a bit of
that at parties.

- Yeah, like, Aaron and Maggie

had a little bit of a row
early on.

But I don't even know
what that was about.

- Kid stuff.

[chuckles]
- Exactly.

So Rowan and Maggie left, and
you went back into the party.

- Yeah, I promised
Carrie I'd Lyft home.

- I was in bed,
obviously, but, um, I did

hear Amy come in around 3:30.

- Yeah, uh, nearly done, Amy.

Um, so you were putting
Maggie into the back seat

and sounds like she was
too drunk to say anything?

[plastic crinkling]

What about Rowan?

- I was only with
him a few minutes.

[pensive music]

♪

- So, 20 minutes to put a drunk
girl into the back of a car.

No chance.

- Nicely done on
the footage, Trent.

I need you to pull up a
complete timeline of Rowan's

week before he was killed--

bank statements, texts,
Snaps, DMs.

Amy's, Carrie's,
and Aaron's too.

Let's see if there's any
backstory to this row.

- Uh, cousin,
ex-girlfriends, team rival.

Yeah, I'd like a hard copy
of that, please, Trent.

- Fine.

I'll just go cut down a tree.

- They're all hiding
something, boss.

It's, uh, like you said,
at each other's throats.

And, um, I don't read
well off screens.

- Right.

- Uh, so, Aaron and
Maggie and Rowan.

[background chatter]

- Please.
I won't say anything.

No!

- Do you hear me?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Let go of me.

- Charles Braine, step back.

Move, now!

Move.

Everything okay, Carrie?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure?

- Yeah, there's nothing
going on, I'm fine.

- She's is a bit young for
you, isn't she, Charles?

- What's your problem, Harper?
You heard her.

Just a friendly chat.

- Oh, yeah, I just
want a friendly chat

down at the station.

[tense music]

[revving]

- Mr. Braine.

We know where she is.

All right, Starsky.

- Rowan and Maggie
weren't in that night.

And I took a minicab home.

Easily checked.

Surprised you haven't
done so already.

- So Carrie Booth
and you were having

a chat at her school about?

- Nothing.

I work at the only bar in town.

Little girls like her, they
drive my girlfriend nuts.

I was just telling
her to back off.

- You are popular
with the youth.

Can't imagine why.

- It's a bar man's
job to be popular.

It pays to be nice.

- I saw you on
the search party.

- Rowan and Maggie
were regulars.

Good kids.

I was happy to help.

- So you'd be happy
to help by allowing

us to search your home?

- Knock yourselves out.

[tense music]

[metallic clanging]

- 21:14, DCI Ellis and DS
Harper pausing the interview.

[indistinct conversations]

93 hours.

- Carlos's flat is clean.

Minicab checks out.

Girlfriend greeted
him at the door.

It's a solid alibi.
- Oh, shit.

Sorry, boss.

- Oh, dear.

Nothing to hold him on.

Please.

[indistinct conversations]

Why did you tell the
Edwards we should

release Mason from custody?

- I didn't.

[knocking]

- Come in.

- Sorry, boss--and boss.

Uh, soil analysis,
as requested.

- Mm-hmm.

High peat content, grass seeds.

Lab reckons it's from
someplace called Lower Moor.

What?

We need to search
properties here.

Remote locations, anywhere--

- Lower Moor, that's
over 100 square miles.

We don't have the
bodies for that.

You need volunteers.
You would need--

- Cooperation from
all the families

involved, like
Linda Bradley had

until you arrested
Mr. Mason in front

of the entire search party.

And you have nothing
to hold him on.

[phone ringing]

The farmer who called in the
trespasser the night of,

get me that again.

- Yeah, thanks for
getting back to me.

I need to ask you a favor.

[pensive music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[camera shutter clicking]

- If your car
becomes submerged,

it's best stay calm.

Your reaction time
is key to survival.

- Reaction time to deep
water is essential.

You will have less
than 30 seconds.

[bubbling]

- James, Rowan's watch.

- Here's--

♪

[glass shattering]

- She's full-on.

You got to give her that,
brain like a Ferrari.

Look.

- Yeah, but she's
all about the case.

You know, I tried to buy
her a drink the other night,

break the ice, and she--

- I said look, Chet.

- Rain Bradley north of
the park on Church Street,

traveling away from her home.

- You're going to
tell her, or should I?

- That's all.

[line ringing]

- Brian? Yeah, sorry.

Look, I know it's late.

I need you to run your eye
over a pathology report.

Something isn't right.

[knocking]

- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, sending it now.

- I think we have something.

Park is here.

Rain Bradley is here.

- Heading north.

- On Church Street.

- Saint Alma's Church.

[car approaching]

[owl hooting]

[car alarm beeping]

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[creaking]

♪

- Ah!

[gasps]

[grass rustling]

Help!

[tires squealing]

[crashing]

[dramatic music]

♪

[siren wails]

- Search this space
from top to bottom.

I want every item
tested for DNA.

- Boss, they found her.

They found Maggie.

- O2 levels at 84.

We need to get a line in.

[distant sirens wailing]

[indistinct conversations]

[monitor beeping]

- [gasping]

[background chatter]

[pensive music]

♪

Maggie, love.

Maggie.

I'm here now.

I'm here with DCI Ellis.

- Mum.

- Hey, Maggie.

I was really hoping
that we could talk,

if you could manage that.

That's great.

A lot of people have been
looking for you, Maggie.

- Looking for me?

- You've been missing
for five days.

The last time anyone saw
you, you were with Rowan.

- Rowan?

- That's right.

The pool party.
You left with Rowan.

- [groans] Where is he?

- Rowan isn't here.

But we really want to
know where you've been,

what you remember.

- I was at home.

- No, pet, you didn't go home.

- Rowan took me there.

- Not home, Maggie.

Somewhere else.

- Where did he take you?

- [groans]
- Maggie.

Maggie.

[background chatter]

- [sighs]

- Phone records for Harper.

I've sent yours by email.

- Thanks.

- I didn't mention
Saint Alma's.

Thought I'd give them a moment.

Did you get anything
from Maggie?

- She doesn't
know Rowan's dead.

The head injury.

- Or all the drugs
in her system.

The doctor showed
me the tox report.

It was quite a cocktail.

And restraining
injuries on her wrists.

- Yeah, I saw those.

Thanks for the coffee.

I'm gonna need it.

[windmills whooshing]

[indistinct conversation]

- Well, you have my number.

- Yeah, all right.

- How's Maggie?

- In surgery.

It'll be hours before we
can talk to her again.

- Yeah, he's, uh--
he's pretty shaken up.

Says she just ran
out in front of him.

- She was running
away from the village.

Full perimeter search.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Footprints, witnesses,
any properties,

especially abandoned areas.

- Understood.

- Rowan and Amy texted
each other more than anyone

else that week.

Check Rowan's bank statements
from last Wednesday.

- Um, the 43 pounds,
Claremont Service Station.

So?

- No one mentioned he
was taking a road trip.

Get Trent to check out ANPR.

[phone ringing]

Belmont wanting his daily dirt.

- What's there to report?

It's not like you
tell me anything.

- 'Cause there's no need to.

- Look, boss, I don't
need your life story.

You know, just basics.

Where you live, family, how--
how do you like your coffee.

[phone ringing]

Yes, hello?

Kay, we're on our way.

That was Mercer.
Says it's urgent.

Amy.

- Maggie was--

- Spiked.

- That's why she
was so out of it.

- Um, when--when
you say "spiked"--

- Somebody put
something in her drink.

- Some--something? What?

- Special K, I think.

Ketamine.

- And when you say somebody--

- Carrie Booth.

- Just to clarify, Amy
didn't know about any of this

until three days later
when Carrie told her.

Now, obviously, if she'd
been aware of it at the time,

she would have made sure that
Maggie sought medical help.

- I think Carrie just
wanted to show Maggie up.

She always said that Maggie
wasn't good enough for him.

- But Rowan didn't
know about this?

- God, no.
He'd have been furious.

- That's a lie. Ridiculous.
Why would I do that?

- Because Rowan
dumped you for Maggie.

- Spiked her drink?

- Aaron.

- Of course not.
Believe me.

Carrie would have
told me that.

I'd have--look, I told you
I don't do drugs.

Yeah?

So, no.

- Come and sit down.

Please, Aaron, sit down.

- [sighs]

- Sorry, this is
totally Amy, right?

What, she said I was so
hung up on Ryan that I

drugged his new girlfriend?

Oh, my God.
It's just so Amy.

I mean, she's the
one who was jealous.

Bitch.

She was terrified
Maggie was gonna

bust up that creepy
little cousin vibe.

- Amy mentioned that you and
Maggie had a row that night.

What was it about?

- Who knows?

I said something.
She said something.

One of us wound the other up.

Same as always.

- Right, so you're not
friends with Carrie,

and you're not
friends with Maggie.

And your phone records,
they back that up.

But you and, uh,
Rowan, you spoke a lot.

- Yeah.

Rowan was my best friend.

- Carrie, you spiked
Maggie Bradley.

- Look, it's not like it was
some big plan or anything.

I just--it was more of a
spur of the moment thing.

- Oh.

You just happened to have some
ket on you, so you improvised.

Come on, Carrie.

We know Carlos is your dealer.

- What? No, I never said that.
I never mentioned Carlos.

- That's what you were doing
yesterday by the school

and outside the pub
the night before.

You were begging him
not to tell anyone.

- Hey, I know this
must be hard on you.

- You reckon?

Since nursery,
all through school,

swim practice every bloody
day, I mean, I could only stand

it 'cause we were together.

Yeah, he was my best friend.

But--

- But?

- But I wasn't his.

You know what I mean?
- Not really, no.

- Well, he didn't need me.

- Probably because he
would confide in Maggie,

and--and that's why
you don't like her.

- Maggie?

Look, it's great you found
her, obviously, but--

- Obviously.
- Yeah, yeah, but no.

I don't like her.

And Rowan didn't confide much
to Maggie either, to be honest.

- Rowan?
- Yeah.

It--Amy.

She was the one.

They tell each
other everything.

They didn't need anyone else.

Family--eh?

Can't compete with
that, can you?

- Aaron.

DS Harper.

I trust my Aaron isn't
giving you any trouble?

- Uh, no, we were--

we were just
talking about Rowan.

- Oh, right.

Well, if you need to
chat to my son again,

please feel free to
make a formal approach

through our solicitor.

Okay?
- Okay.

Yeah, thanks, Aaron.

- There is one thing you
could do to help us, Carrie.

It might help you too.

- He keeps his drugs
down in the cellar.

In the Stonedale Inn.

- Georgia, find Carlos
and raid the Stonedale.

[phone buzzing]

Andy.

Yeah, thanks for
coming back to me.

What have you got?

Who is she?

[phone ringing]

That Carrie Booth's
a blooming angel.

- Who maliciously administered
poison with intent

to inflict grievous
bodily harm.

She's not our killer.
She can't drive.

- Carlos's stash is
the biggest haul we've

had around here for 15 years.

- But no Carlos.

- Carlos's girlfriend called,
said he went out last night

and he didn't come home.

We've got an alert
out on his car.

Um, that Aaron is a
strange kid, boss.

And his dad, you
know what he's like.

He turned up before I could
get anything out of him.

We corroborate
the phone records,

and the person that Rowan
was closest to was--

- Amy Mercer.

- Oh, enough of this shit.

Is this a murder investigation
or a fucking teen movie?

The only one we should
be interested in is Rain.

So go and pick her
up, and find out

what they them were doing
to they their sister

in that there church.

- Forensics haven't given
us a link between Maggie

and St. Alma's Church.

So unless you want to accuse
another member of that family

without any physical evidence--

- Forensics, an
inventory of everything

found in the vestry,
pictures and initial DNA.

Sending it over, boss.

- Thank you, Trent.

- Yeah.

Thank you, Trent.

And why don't you scoot off
home and get some beauty sleep?

You look like you need it.

- [scoffs]

[pensive music]

[phone ringing]

[notification pinging]

♪

- Is it Rowan's?

- It was found wrapped
in a shopping bag

and stuffed behind a radiator.

DNA all over it,
his and Maggie's.

Look at this.

We found this at St. Alma's.

We know Rowan wrapped
his hoodie around Maggie

the night she went missing.

- Okay, but that's not Rowan's.

- Forensics says it is.

- Well, it can't be that.

- I think you go to the
church to be with someone.

- Rain, why were you there?

Who do you meet there?

Rain.

- God.

Must have been him.

It must have been Aaron.

[metallic clanging]

[faint sirens blaring]

[radio chatter]

♪

- I know what my dad said.

I'm 18, and I can decide.

I don't want a solicitor.

- Last time we spoke, Aaron,
you told me you went home

after the pool party,
but Rain Bradley

says you met her at
St. Alma's Church

that night, that
you two have been

meeting there for months
now and that you're

more than friends.

That's a hard secret to keep.

- A lot harder now
it's out there, right?

Have you met my dad?

Yeah?

Mr. Grit.

All he cares about is
swimming and competing.

I mean, I wasn't even his
favorite on the squad.

That'd be Rowan.

Always the best, Rowan.

My dad knew I was--

well, you know, about this.

[scoffs]

- No need to explain
that to me, Aaron.

I only need you
to explain this.

Rain swears she didn't
bring it to the church.

Says it could only
have been you.

We know Maggie was wearing
this when she disappeared.

So until we can
speak to her, we

have to assume that
whoever had this

was in contact with Maggie.

- Well, you'd be
assuming wrong then.

It wasn't on Maggie,
not when I found it.

Look, a bunch of us met at
school before the search, yeah.

And it was just lying there.

So I picked it up.

- But you knew Maggie
was wearing it, Aaron.

- Yeah, it's Rowan's.

The hoodie is Rowan's.

The string's missing
from the collar.

That's how I knew it was his.

But yes.

Yes, I took her to the church.

I keep stuff there,
private stuff.

- And why would you
keep that from us?

- Because I wanted to have
something of Rowan's,

something just for me.

To remember him.

He was my friend.

- [groans]

- The night that you
and Maggie had the row,

it was about you and Rain.

- Yeah.

She told me to leave her alone,

but she didn't understand.

Rain's the one
person who gets me.

Me and her.

I can tell her anything.

- Bingo.

Soil analysis turned up trumps.

Links the mud on Rowan
to Mason's trainers.

We got him bang to
rights in my book.

- Hmm.

The incident list from
that Saturday night,

get me that again.
- Yep.

Here we go.

Are you still on that?

- Still doing my job, yeah.

- Mm.

It's just, you know, we
want the physical evidence

against Mason.

We've got it.

He wasn't at the caravan.

He was at the same place
as Rowan before he died.

- That soil could have
come from anywhere

in 100 square miles.

Belmont said so himself.

- This is a lab soil analysis
linking the mud on your shoes

to the mud on Rowan
Edward's clothing.

- What do you know
about funk music?

- That I'm more of a
yacht rock guy myself.

- Seriously?

James Brown, might've been
Prince, whatever, used to say,

the funk isn't in the notes.

It's in the space
between the notes.

- Right, yeah.

Sorry, um, I don't follow.

- It's the same with the case.

It's not the physical
evidence that makes the story.

It's the people in between
and the things that

join those people together--

hate, love, fear.

- Look, all I know is,
you can place Mason with Rowan,

and Rowan is dead.
- Mm-hmm.

- And his stepdaughter,
she was held and drugged

for nearly a week, boss.

- Mm-hmm.

- So what if--

what if he knew about
Rain's hiding place?

And if forensics, they
can connect him to--

- If.

- Well, if he was
somewhere else,

then why wouldn't he tell us?

- [sighs] Love and fear.

That's all he's got.

If you really loved her,
you'd have told us the truth.

Cranbriar.

- What the bloody hell
are you talking about?

- Mr. Mason had soil
traces on his trainers

that matched those
on Rowan's jeans.

- Exactly. So?

- Soil from Lower Moor.

100 square mile radius.

You said so.

But forensics also points
to substantial quantities

of agricultural diesel
and nitrate fertilizer

on Mr. Mason's shoes.

- So what?

- Mr. Mason doesn't live
anywhere near a farm.

Lower Moor.

A farmer called in about
a trespasser,

someone trying to steal
machinery.

Cranbriar.

You were committing a crime
that night, Mr. Mason.

But it wasn't murder.

Love, fear.

You stupid--the time we've
wasted on this, on you!

All you had to do was tell us.

- How could I?

If--if Linda knew I
was back lifting again,

she'd throw me out.

And I love her.

I can't lose them.

- Talk to me about Carlos.
Anything.

- He's done a bunk.

Must have caught wind somehow.

We'll find him.

- Put more uniforms on it.

- But we got a hit on the ANPR.

Rowan's car was clocked
in the northwest

on the 14th of February.

- Somebody with him.

Looks female.
- Who, Maggie?

[notifications pinging]

- Can't tell.

- Good news.

Maggie is out of surgery.

Just finding her
a bed on the ward.

- We need to be there
the minute she's ready to talk.

- Boss wants a word.

- [exhales]

Something up, sir?

- What's your rush?

Oh.

She's really got the whip
hand on you, hasn't she?

- No, we're just
fresh out of suspects.

And--and I've still
got some digging to do.

- Well, I did a bit of digging
myself on our DCI Ellis.

Careful where you pin
your colors, Chet.

Word is, last case she
led, our Ellis went AWOL.

Left the team in a
right shite show.

What you reckon, some
kind of breakdown?

- I reckon, um,

fuck off, Jim.

[door beeping]

[door swinging open]

[monitor beeping]

- It's good to see
you again, Maggie.

We were hoping you could
help us work out where

you've been all this time.

Now, we were thinking
St. Alma's, but--

- Ah, no.

No, I've never been.

Though I don't know
why I'd be there.

I can't remember.

- Anything.

A face, a voice, a sound.

Sometimes it's
the small things.

- Yeah, there was something.

It was like this--
up above was this droning.

And it just went on
and on and on and on.

Just, it never stopped.

- Tell me about your trip
to the coast with Rowan.

- Oh, I never went.

- You stopped at the
services, three days

before the pool party.

- There was one day.

Um, Rowan, he wasn't
replying to any of his texts.

And then when he
came back, he said he

didn't want to talk about it.

He just said he had
something to take care of.

Where is Rowan?

Why hasn't he come
to visit me yet?

[somber music]

♪

- I'm so sorry.

- I need the details on those
card payments in the morning.

- Okay, but listen.

Belmont has been doing
some digging on--

[line disconnecting tone]

♪

[phone charging tone]

- You must remember
to stay calm

and that reaction time
is key to survival.

You must respond as
quickly as possible.

Do not attempt to--

[water lapping]

[phone charging tone]

♪

- Yeah.

Anything you've got
would help, Brian.

Yeah, the watch
stopped at 6:32 AM.

That's right.

And you're saying
that's consistent with?

There's no water in his lungs?

Three hours, Brian.

You better be sure.

- Morning, boss.

I checked out Rowan's bank
statements, like you said.

There's the petrol station,
a café, Clifftop,

which is a gift shop
or the like.

The next one is a
payment on a parking app.

- Where?

- Location says Park Street.
- Park Street.

Maggie, that day
that Rowan said

he had something
to take care of,

there was a girl in the car.

We can talk about this
with Mum and Dad outside.

- You might as well sit down.

I'm not gonna to say
anything different

with you out of the room.

- Maggie, we are so
glad you're alive.

But do you think we'd care if--

even if you had
had an abortion?

- But I didn't.

Okay?

Me and Rowan, we--

we didn't even--

[sighs]

No, he wasn't
about all of that.

No, he cared about me.

He was different.

We never thought.

So you just thought
he was a posh boy.

"When we're ready,
Maggie, we'll both know."

That's what he said.

- Maggie, if it wasn't you--

- Is that what she's saying?

It's a lie.

[windmills whooshing]

[pensive music]

♪

- My dad's not here.

- It's all right.

It's you I wanted to talk to,
find out how you're feeling,

if you're doing okay, Amy.

- I'm fine.

How are you?

- [sighs] Yeah.

I'm still trying
to find out what happened

to Maggie and Rowan

after he took
you to the coast.

I know you and
Rowan went there.

And I think I
know why you went.

It's not easy,

choosing not to have a baby.

Difficult for you and Rowan.

♪

How long?

Amy.

I'm so sorry.

How long?

Oh, baby girl.

- [crying]

Since just before my mum died.

- I'm so sorry.

[windmill spinning]

Okay.

♪

[door slams]

[windmill whooshing]

- No!

No, don't go in there!

[door clanging open]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Jesus.

Amy, no!

[door clanging shut]

- Harper, Chet, wait up.

Possible sighting
of Carlos's car

heading to Olds Winnats Pass.

- Right, you called it.

- Joe Public?

- Yeah I'm going to bed.

[knocking]

Seriously, Trent,
I need to sleep.

[car engine starting, honking]

Move.

[dialing]

- 2%, shit.

[line ringing]

Come on.

[buttons tapping]

[powering down tone]

Fuck.

[rock music]

♪

- Daddy!

No!

Please, Daddy.

No, not again!

[door clanging open]

- There you are.

- Where's Amy?

- You think I'd hurt Amy?

Everything I've ever
done is to protect her.

- I know about Amy's trip
to the coast with Rowan.

I know how close they
were, inseparable.

- It troubled me.

I don't deny that.

And I was right.

She's pregnant.

- A shock for any father.

- I told Amy she wasn't
to see Rowan again,

but that made him angry.

He drove up here to attack me.

- A much younger man, fitter?

- No.

All I ever wanted
was to protect Amy.

But when it came to it...

She protected me.

Amy, she--

She saved my life.

She, uh--she picked up a spade
and hit him three times.

Afterwards,
she was hysterical.

She wanted to go to the police.

But I promised my
wife I'd always

look after our little girl.

And so I told Amy
I'd deal with him.

- When you got to the car,

there she was on
the back seat--

- Maggie.

She slept through it all.

- So you put Maggie in
here and drove Rowan

to the lake to protect Amy?

- Exactly.

But of course, I couldn't be
sure what she'd seen, so, well,

we had to keep her quiet.

- And Amy knew
Carlos had ketamine.

- Well, that was your fault.

You made him nervous
with your questioning.

He came up here, threatening
us, so I did what I had to do.

I protected my daughter.

Got him high on his own
supply, you might say.

Oh, come on.

It's not as if
he's an innocent.

- Maggie is innocent.

Maggie is a child.

- Maggie had no idea
what was going on.

I made certain of that.

- Until you released
her onto a main road.

You could have killed her,
just like you did Rowan.

- You're not--[clears throat]
You're not listening.

I told you I didn't kill Rowan.

Amy did.

- Of course.

And if that had been the case,

Amy could have pled
self-defense,

protecting her loved one.

Except that's not
what happened.

Amy didn't kill Rowan.

You did.

- [grunting]

- You hit him.

You put him in the car
and covered his face

because you couldn't bear to
see the face of your sister's

child, the child
who knew what you'd

done, been doing
to Amy for years

until you made her pregnant.

Tough kid.

He was still alive.

He held on for three
more hours until you

pushed his car into the lake.

♪

He suffocated.

The plastic bag you
put Maggie's shoes in

sealed around his
face by the weight

of the water you put him in.

You killed him, Mr. Mercer.

- [crying]

- I see.

Well, that does rather
change things.

But not in your favor.

- You'll be inside
for a long, long time.

And you can't protect
Amy from a prison cell.

- [singing along] ♪ On the
color of your magazine ♪

♪ I'm a bad, bad man

[notification dings]

[tense music]

♪

[grunting]

[honking]

- Oh, jeez.

[soft music]

♪

[birds calling]

[camera shutters clicking]

- Good work, Ellis.

DCI Belmont's loving
the limelight.

He's all over the
press briefings,

but the top brass
know who to thank.

We thought we might
call on you again.

Not a regular position as
such, more like emergency,

emergency services.

- [scoffs]

- Admit it, Ells.

Good to be back.

- No.

Parachuted in like the
Wicked Witch of the West.

Started from scratch,
no team, no support.

- No support?

Really?

- Hey.

- I think he burned
his bridges

when he told Belmont
to fuck off.

- Yeah, fuck off
usually does that.

So I find myself in the
market for a new job.

Heard there's a position
here as a new barman.

So, yeah, um, what can
I get you to drink?

Another coffee, boss?

- Black, one sugar.

[chuckling]

[uplifting music]

♪