All language subtitles for Ellis.S01E03.iNTERNAL.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_Track03

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[Doorbell rings]

-Hey, Dad.

Just wanted a hug.

[Engine revs]

-You know it's not too late.

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[Engine revs]

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[Phone chimes]

-Everything alright?

[Phone bloops]
-It will be.

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-Are you sure we wanna do this?

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[Phone ringing]

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-[Echoing scream]

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-And you're still
listening to "Just A Gardener."

Well, it's been one
of the wettest Aprils

since records began...

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[Air brakes hiss]

Thank you, mate.

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Oh.

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Hello! Long time, no see.
-Mm-hmm.

-Sorry about that. Bus was late.

-It's alright, you're here now.

-You want me to...
-Please.

-Okay.

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Right.

Yeah, I needed it. I just
started studying a course.

Long-distance learning.

Psychology.
-Mm-hmm.

-Quite the frenzy in the press.

-And social media.
Every Tom, Dick and Harry

are trampling
all over the place,

playing at being
amateur sleuths.

-A murder-suicide.

He pushed her in,
or maybe she pushed him in.

-Right now,
it's a missing persons inquiry,

nothing to indicate
a crime has been committed.

Er, papers are saying that
the force at Brindleton

aren't quite up to the case.
-Mm.

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[Indistinct conversations
in distance]

-[Exhales sharply]

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-London's here.

-And five, four, three, two...

Let's see how unwelcome
they make us feel this time.

And...one.

-DCI Ellis? And DS Harper?
-Mm.

-DCI Cotton and this is DI Dent.
-Archie.

So glad you're here.
-Good to meet you both.

-So, you've got
victim-recovery dogs and divers

searching a three-mile area
from here to Ashervale.

-Correct. We're using side-scan
sonar, underwater cameras

and ground-penetrating radar.
-It's not enough.

Make it five miles.
Go as far as Durston.

Above-average rainfall
for the time of year

and the river's running
faster than ever. Yeah?

-Er, some walkers
reported them missing?

-Yeah.
They came across the camper

and thought it was a bit odd
that it was left the way it was.

-And, er, any sightings
of the couple?

-Several reports of Oz
and Rachel out walking.

A couple of them remembered

Rachel's distinctive
yellow jacket.

And one saw them near the river.

-There's a danger spot
where people go.

We checked it out
and found drops of blood.

None of it makes sense.

-Tell me about the phone
you also found.

-Right, yeah. Well, erm,
we found Oz Hoffman's phone

the day after
they were reported missing.

And then yesterday, Rachel
Hoffman's was located here.

-But you must have searched here
as they were reported missing.

-We didn't find the phone
to begin with,

so we moved the search
elsewhere.

-Er, actually, it was me.

I moved the search elsewhere.

And then a local kid,
Rory Summerfield,

came back after we'd gone
and he found it.

-That's why we're back now,

double-checking in case
we missed anything else.

-And Rachel's phone
had blood on it.

-Yes. Clearly someone had tried
to unlock it but got blocked.

And, er, tech are onto it now.

-We also found a strip of ripped
material on a branch over there.

We've sent it to forensics.

-Why come here?
Pretty modest for a honeymoon.

-Maybe they wanted it that way.

Still, all a bit strange,
though.

-Thanks, boss.

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[Camera shutter clicks]

-There's a good boy! Come on!

[Cooper whines]
Cooper! Not so fast!

[Cooper barks]
Not so fast, Cooper!

Cooper!
[Cooper barks]

[Cooper whines and barks]

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-What?
Is this some kind of test?

-You tell me. You're
the psychologist these days.

-Right.
Well, nothing's out of place.

Nothing disturbed.

Er, no sign of intrusion.

And they left
the camper door open,

so they clearly weren't
planning on leaving

or must have felt safe.

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Ah. Three wine glasses.

They were expecting someone.

-Who never came.

-Ma'am!

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-Is it a body?

-Part of one.
-What's the tattoo?

-Hand severed at the wrist.

Not a clean cut
by the look of it.

-The tattoo's
of a two-headed dog, maybe?

Hand looks male.
Could be Oz Hoffman.

-No.
[Phone rings]

The wedding photos.

-What have you got?
-No tattoos on his right hand.

And Oz Hoffman's father
is Maori.

He has a Ta Moko,

the traditional tattoo markings,
shoulder to wrist.

The hand belongs
to someone else.

-So we're now looking for
three missing persons,

one of whom
has a missing hand?

-What the hell happened here?

Get this area cordoned off.
Get CSI down here.

We need everybody to back up
the way they came.

-They've found a body
at Radley Basin.

-Four miles down river.
Beyond your search parameter.

It wasn't found
by a police diver.

-No.
It was a member of the public.

-This is getting out of control.

[Sighs]

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-We should be over there
doing something!

I know it's her.
It's obvious it's her.

-We need more information.

-In the water!
-Yeah, o-okay.

-It's Rachel! I know it is!
[Camera shutter clicking]

She's wearing
the yellow waterproof!

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-Can you describe
where you found the body?

-I didn't. Cooper did.

We were walking along the river

and he must haven seen something
in the water.

He ran over and started barking.

There was no way I could get to
the body, so I rang you guys.

-And you live locally?
-No.

Norfolk.

I saw the news and followed
the story on socials.

-Yes, boss.
-Rachel and Oz seemed so lovely.

They had their whole lives
in front of them.

I mean, you have to do
something, don't you?

-Do you? With all due respect,

and grateful though we are
for your discovery,

it's police business.
-Of course.

But you did also put out
an appeal

asking the public for
information, didn't you?

Look, all I'm trying to do here
is help.

-You said your dog
discovered the body.

So he wasn't on a lead.

-Sorry. I didn't see the signs.

-The path is here.
The body there.

Behind that bush.

-I was chucking a ball for him.
[Cooper panting]

-No ball now.

-[Scoffs]
Must have floated away.

-We'll need a statement.

-Of course.

-Right, yeah.

If you could follow me,
I'll take your name...

-We'll get the divers to
continue looking downstream.

-Try Oxbow Riffle, between here
and Ashervale, first.

Shallow, rocky and
a horseshoe bend in the river.

I'm surprised one body made it
past there. I doubt two would.

-Will do.
[Cooper barks]

-Check her out. Get her prints
and DNA for elimination.

[Car horns beep]
-Okay.

Oh, God.

[Car horns beep]
How the hell did word get out?

-Just tell us,
have you found Rachel?

[Indistinct shouting]
-People will wanna know.

-Welcome to my world.

[Drone whirrs]
Ohh, now what?

-Oi! Summerfield!

Kully! Someone!
Can you get Rory out of here?

Rory,
you know you shouldn't be here!

-Summerfield.
The kid that found the phone.

-Yes.
Obsessed with the case.

Citizen journalism,
they call it.

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-You got here fast.
-Just following socials.

It's a body, right?
Rachel Hoffman?

-I gather you found her phone.
-Yeah. And?

Is it one of them or not?

-Not for me to say.

[Car horn beeps]

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-Stop! Stop!
You can't go any further!

You have to stop, please, sir.

-Sir, you can't park there.

-We need you to stop right here.

-Okay, who's in charge here?
-Sir.

Sir, you can't...

-I don't...
I don't need any of this!

I just wanna know
what's happening.

-Mr. Rees-Mortimer, I'm sorry,
you can't go any further.

-Is it true?
Have you found Rach?

[Camera shutters clicking]
Hey! Stop that!

You get these vultures
away from here!

I wanna see my daughter!
-Mr. Rees-Mortimer.

I'm sorry to confirm the body
of a woman has been found.

I understand how distressing
this is for you.

But first and foremost,
we need to secure the scene.

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I'm so sorry
we couldn't let you hold her.

But you will be able to later.

-Will I be able to get
her belongings?

-If they're not required
as part of the investigation.

About your son-in-law...
-He's no son-in-law of mine.

He killed Rachel.
You know that, right?

And that bastard's
still out there.

-Er, can I ask...
Mr. Rees-Mortimer...

why would Oz Hoffman
kill your daughter

three days into their marriage?

-Because it wasn't right.
He knew it.

She knew it.
And I definitely knew it.

Like I said on the news,
Oz is trouble,

he's a waste-of-space chancer.

-How did Rachel and Oz meet?

-He was over here on work
and they started dating.

They split last summer
and he went back to Australia.

I thought I'd seen the back of
him. But he came back for her.

-Presumably because
he was in love.

-He'd conned her!
He wasn't good enough for her.

Rach was a star, she lit up
any room. You ask anyone.

And you check him out.

Cos I'm telling you,
there's dirt on him.

He was just after her money,
my money, my bloody money!

-And what brought
Rachel and Oz here?

-Memories.

We came here every summer
when Rachel was in her teens.

Before her mum passed.

It was our happy place.

Our golden time.

And she loved it here.

Like a second home to her.

-I suppose she knew people here.

-Yeah,
a few of the local youths.

-We'll need a list of names.

-I've got to go
with my daughter.

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-Boss.
-What?

-Rachel's father has a point.

Oz has got form.

He left Australia
under something of a cloud,

some kind of financial
impropriety. Fraud.

Look, it's too complicated
for me, but...

-Marriages may not be made
in heaven, but even the bad ones

tend to make it past three days.
-Okay.

But Oz is still a suspect,
right?

In on it
with the one-handed man.

-Possibly.
-So what brought Rachel back?

Why start a new life
with your new husband

right back where you were
as a teenager,

when you could go
anywhere in the world?

-Maybe it's the place
you feel happiest.

Maybe she wanted to reconnect
with her past.

-So where to next?

-The Swelt, where it all began.

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[Indistinct conversations
in distance]

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[Camera shutters clicking]

-What's wrong
with all these people?

I mean, what's missing
from their lives

that possible death
fills a hole?

-Says the murder detective.

-Yeah, but it's our job,
isn't it?

I mean, we get paid to do it.

-Okay, that is two pulled pork!

There you go, mate.
-Ta, mate.

-Two more coming up.

There you go, my love. Enjoy.

-Smells good. Very smoky.

-Very opportunistic.

-We've got anything you want...
-Every cloud, I guess.

-Yes?

-You're very...enterprising.
-Well, people still need to eat.

Even in the middle of a tragedy.
-Are you local?

-Yep, born and bred.
-Maybe you knew Rachel

from when she visited
in her teens.

-I did, yeah.

How's the search going?
-Progressing.

-So had you seen her recently?

-No, no, not for ages.

Er, can I get you guys anything?

-Don't let me stop you.

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-So, er, this is the offending
stretch of water?

-Mm.
-With picnic tables?

-A beauty spot and a death trap.

-Double whammy.
-Mm-hmm.

-So, no-one who's ever fallen in
has survived.

And the Swelt has
100% death rate.

That's why they call it
the Swelt,

from the Old English
"to die."

Or more accurately,
"to cause to die."

I, er...I just looked it up.

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-This is where they found
Oz's phone.

-Yeah, phone was dead.

Maybe he'd taken it out
and placed it there.

-Tech accessed it.

The last two photos
were selfies,

taken at 16:42 three days ago.

No hint that anything was wrong.

And then there's the blood.

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[Phone rings]

-Hello?

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Boss.

You're not gonna believe this.

They found Oz Hoffman's body.

It was badly beaten
and with a shotgun wound.

You'll never guess where.

-Oxbow Riffle.

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-Okay, so, assuming this case
doesn't get any more bizarre,

unless Rachel Hoffman
killed her husband,

there's a killer
still out there.

Which is the assumption
Joe Public are making

and getting more hysterical
by the second.

Archie?

-So, erm,
shotgun blast to the chest.

Not clear yet whether bruising
to the face is from a beating

or being thrown round the water.

Oh, yeah, and both hands intact.

-And the severed hand?
-Path are examining

and we're checking
with local tattooists,

you know, to see if anyone
recognises the image.

What is it, anyway?
Some sort of dog or fox?

-It's actually
a twin-headed jackal,

er, possibly representing
the God of change and time.

He could see into the past
with one face

and the future with the other.

-We do have
some new information.

Separate to the fabric we found
earlier near the camper,

divers checked the river
near where the body was found

and came across this,

a white wedding garter
with Rachel Hoffman's DNA on it.

-Sorry,
who wears a wedding garter

three days into the wedding?

-She wasn't wearing it,
it was found caught on a branch

50 metres down river.
-Right.

-Printer fob.

-Oh, erm...

So, erm, we have a list
of firearm certificates

for everyone in the area
with a shotgun.

Most farmers have one,
so it's quite a list.

And we're checking CCTV
for vehicles coming into

and out of the area
since the Hoffmans disappeared.

-Also check details
for cars coming into the village

from the days before
Rachel and Oz went missing.

-Before?

-Suspect doesn't
have to be local.

If outsiders are involved,

logically they were here
before the disappearance.

-Recent events
don't always unlock the answers.

Sometimes you need to dig
a little deeper.

Rachel Hoffman used to be
in a local band here,

The Cold Turkeys.

They were together
for quite a while.

Toured the country.
They were close.

That's an article from the local
newspaper 15 years ago.

-Gerry Rees-Mortimer
and his family

used to visit every summer
when Rachel was a teen.

Look, the point is,
she had lots of friends here.

-You didn't know.

-Before my time.
-And, what, with all the chaos,

we just hadn't got round to
looking into her past.

-Let's start now. There's a list
of names of the band members,

also on the list
Rachel's father gave us,

including the local chef guy.
-Yeah.

-That's Alex Scanlan,
a local DJ.

-Yeah. The band leader.

-And Abbie Summerfield.
-Summerfield?

Like Rory Summerfield,
phone and drone kid.

-Abbie's his big sister.
More like a mother, really.

Both spent time in care
but came good.

She hooked up with former
young offender Kane Harrison

and they run
a thriving motocross business

on the edge of town.

-Well, get me everything you can
on all of them. The band.

What they got up to,
schools, teachers, fans.

Send me anything
and everything you get.

-Will do. Absolutely.

-Good. Let's get to it.

-Boss, Lydia Green, the woman
who found Rachel's body,

there is no sign of her
in Norfolk.

-Right.

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-Nice to meet you.
I'm DS Harper.

You have a file here...

-Sorry we weren't up to speed
on the band.

-No need to apologise.

You know, one blip
doesn't define your career.

-[Sighs]
Doesn't it?

It's quite a blip.

-Oh, I've known worse.
Had worse.

Chalk it up, call it experience
and...keep on keeping on.

-[Chuckles]

-Do you want me
to face the press or you?

-Oh, I wouldn't deny you
that pleasure.

-Why, thank you.
-[Chuckles]

Talk to me about phone coverage.
Oh, it's fine here

but a bit patchy out and about.
Is that a problem?

-Probably not.
I just need to stay in contact

with the outside world,
that's all.

In case someone
wants to get in contact.

-You can always give them
our number here.

-Thank you.

And I'll need to speak
to your pathologist.

-I'll get Archie to take you.

By the way, it's Val.
Val Cotton.

-It's been a nightmare.

Normally we just have to deal
with traffic jams,

low-level crime
and stolen farm machinery.

Nothing like this.

-How long have you been here?
-Two years.

Transferred from Warrington.
I wanted to be a footballer...

-I don't know.
That's what I'm saying!

I can't remember
why I came here!

-It's just through here.
-Nice one.

[Door beeps and unlocks]

-Thanks.
-Cheers.

[Phone rings]
-Dent.

-Harper.
-Sorry.

-Hi. Heard you were coming.

Sorry for the mess. Bit busy.

-Er, sure. We'd love to know
about the severed hand.

-And the gunshot wound
that killed Oz Hoffman.

-Starting with the hand,

the size, shape
and hair on the fingers

indicates a male right hand.
Tattoo is fresh,

done in the days
before the hand was removed.

-And the wound?

-Hard to be sure,
but from the decomp,

I'd say three days max.

That combined with examination
of the wound margins

indicates teeth.

-Teeth?
Erm, so the hand was bitten off?

-Er, no, the serrated teeth
of an animal trap.

Severed and lacerated ligaments
indicate some struggle,

as if the hand were ripped off
completely

by the victim
trying to escape.

Ohh. Hello.
[Laughs]

Bubba's awake.
Just started kicking.

-Enjoy.
-As for the gunshot wound,

confirmed shotgun,
point-blank to the chest.

-Right.
-At the water's edge.

-I reckon.
Some water in the lungs,

so he was still alive
when he went in.

Ooh, hello, there's another one.

-That was CSI.

There were previously
unidentified prints

in the campervan
that didn't belong

to either honeymooner.

-Previously?
-Not any more.

They match prints taken
from the woman who found Rachel.

-Lydia Green?

What are her prints doing
in the campervan?

Protocol, there's no phones
allowed in this area.

Just take a seat.

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-Thanks for coming in.
-No problem.

Although I'm not sure
why I'm here, if I'm honest.

-Well, you're here
for a couple of reasons.

One, there is no record
of you living in Norfolk.

-Sorry. Sorry.

I gave the officer
my details as they are now.

But everything on record is
probably under my married name,

Ford.

-I only switched back recently,
when my divorce came through.

-We'll check.

-You didn't know the Hoffmans,
I take it.

-Course not. Never heard of
them before they went missing.

-When did you come over
from Norfolk?

-Yesterday.

Why?

Did you visit their campervan?

-Why are you asking?

I might have gone by, yeah.

But I'm not the only one.
Have you seen it out there?

-Yours are the only prints
and DNA, all over the van.

-I don't believe you found
Rachel's body by accident.

-I told you what happened.
My dog, Cooper, found her.

-Mm.

-I don't know what
you expect me to say.

-Truth would be good
for a start.

[Chair scrapes]

[Sighs]

Cooper is a spaniel.

Spaniels have
a good sense of smell.

That's how your dog found
Rachel's body.

He knew Rachel's scent.

You went to the campervan
and stole something

to pick up the trail.

Say a white wedding garter.

You knew the police
had had dogs out.

Social media tells you they're
focusing on a three-mile radius,

so you start searching
outside that.

Only you don't wanna get caught

with something of Rachel's
on you,

so you throw it in the river,
hoping to get rid of it.

You need to work with us, Lydia!

Okay.

Okay.

I'm trying to become
a true crime podcaster.

So when I heard
about the campervan,

I thought it would make sense
to go up there last night...

-It's a taped-off crime scene
with officers guarding it.

Which part of that
do you not understand?

-There was no-one there.
They'd all gone.

Look, I was just trying to help.

-Yeah, help yourself go viral
on the 'gram, mm.

-So? It takes time and effort,
you know?

-Two people are dead, Lydia.

They are dead and you're trying
to get famous through them!

-Don't judge.

It's not like you lot
are exactly

showering yourselves
in glory.

You wanna know who did it?

-We're not interested
in speculation.

-The father,
Gerry Rees-Mortimer.

He's a bloody fat-cat capitalist
of the highest order.

-I doubt that would stand up
in court as proof of murder.

You need to go back home...
to Norfolk...today

or we will charge you with
perverting the course of justice

by tampering with evidence!

Your choice!

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-I, er, left Lydia Green
to be processed slowly.

-Good.
-And I'll go over her socials,

track under her married name.

-Rachel Hoffman's financials.

She was closing
her bank account.

-Maybe she planned
to get a new one.

-Or a joint one with
her husband, fresh start.

As soon as
she finished honeymooning

in teen nostalgia land, right?

-Right.
-Oh, I got a text, by the way,

off the owner of the cottage
we're renting.

Check-in's any time we like.
-Let's get over there.

-Right, I'll, erm, I'll get
some supplies. Any requests?

[Car alarm beeps]

No.

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[ Line ringing]

-You have reached...
-Grace.

-Please leave your message
after the tone.

[Beep]
-Grace, hi. It's me.

I'm away on work for a bit.

Signal isn't great,
but I'll do my best.

Here if you need.

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[Phone ringing]

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-How was day one?
-Welcoming. Makes a change.

-[Chuckles]
They must be slipping.

That said, two bodies
is quite an escalation.

Media coverage
just went through the roof.

I'll know to avoid it, then.

-The local force weren't coping
when it was a missing persons.

You're gonna have to
see them through this.

-They'll cope.

-Any insights so far?

-Working on it.

[Bag thuds]

-What was that?
Everything alright?

-Harper. With shopping.

Best go.
-Okay. Keep me in the loop.

[Phone beeps]

-Well, you clearly don't think

we're gonna solve this case
any time soon.

-I erred on the side
of getting everything.

-Maybe leave the unpacking.

We're going to
The Boar And Brisket.

In the days since her wedding,
Rachel Hoffman contacted

all her former band members,
Alex Scanlan, Abbie Summerfield,

and our chef friend,
Leo Braxton.

Let's start with Mr. Smoky.

-Who said
he hadn't seen her in ages.

-Maybe he hadn't.

But she rang him twice,
once the day she arrived,

once the following afternoon.
And he rang her back.

Come, Harper!
-Yep. Coming.

According to the bio
on this place's website,

hot-shot chef Leo Braxton

left the area in his early 20s,

went to London and worked
his way up to head chef

at a swanky West End restaurant.

-And yet he came back.
-Mm.

-Let's find out why.

And see how Dent's
getting on with cars

in and out of the area.

Get him to check that one.
It's Gerry Rees-Mortimer's.

-Archie, it's Chet.

[Indistinct conversations]

Dent's checking the cars,
said he would get back to us.

Ooh.
[Whistles]

Orange wine?

What is orange wine
when it's at home, eh?

Talking of being at home...

-Hi. Can I get you a table?
-We're fine, thanks.

We need to ask a few questions.
-Sure, yeah, fire away.

-Old friends, I see.

-Yeah. Erm...we have rooms here
and Gerry's staying.

We've known each other
a long time,

so I was just commiserating
with him about Rachel.

-You said you didn't see her.
-That's right.

-But she rang you. Twice.

-Yeah, she wanted to organise
a reunion of sorts.

Wanted us to meet Oz.

But I didn't go.
-Because?

-Because I'm busy, for one.

And all this stuff, it was...

it was a long time ago,
you know?

Just let the past be the past
and all that.

-The Cold Turkeys.

You performed at local venues

and festivals
around the country.

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, that's right.
[Glass clinks]

But, erm...
you know, it wasn't a big deal.

You know, being in a band
is just one of those things

you do when you're young,
innit?

-Yeah, so, er,
this is your rock 'n' roll now?

-That's right.
-Hm.

-To be honest, I find
all that band stuff

a little bit cringeworthy now,
anyway.

I was just a crappy bassist.
It was, erm...

It was Alex and Rachel,
they were the real talent.

He wrote all the songs
and she sang them.

-You did ring her back, though.
-Yeah.

But just to apologise, you know,
for not being able to make it.

But it just went
straight to voicemail.

[Phone chimes]
-Ooh, sorry.

-Look, I should really be
getting on. Excuse me.

-Boss. Boss.

Dent sent this with a message

to check the date
that Gerry's car arrived.

-Four days ago.

-And he was here before
his daughter went missing.

♪♪

♪♪

-Mr. Rees-Mortimer,
we'd like a word.

♪♪

We found Oz.

-Yeah, I heard.
-Shot in the chest.

Point-blank range.
You have a shotgun licence.

-You can't really think
that I killed my daughter

and her husband?
-Given that you came

to the village the day before
Rachel and Oz disappeared,

and that you're very open

about not liking
your son-in-law...

If I killed him, would I really
slag him off in public?

-You might
if you wanted people to think

he killed your daughter.

It's not exactly your typical

father of the bride behaviour,
is it?

To follow the happy couple
on their honeymoon.

So why come?

-To be around in the hope
that Rachel saw sense.

-And did they know
you were here?

Did you see her,
make her see sense?

-No. But I might have done
if I'd had the chance.

-Those summers you spent here
15 years ago.

-We'd rent a place for a month,

and Rachel would either
stay on longer

or she'd come back
and stay with friends.

-Boyfriends.

Come on, teenagers, bands.

Three summers
between the age of 15 and 18.

Time alone, parent-free.
-Yeah, sure.

But when Jane passed,
the band and the summers ended

and she never went back.

She went to uni, she went on
to London. Life moves on.

-Rachel was closing
her bank accounts

to start a new life
in Australia.

-What, you're asking me?

I had no idea of their plans
beyond them coming back here.

Doesn't really matter much now,
does it?

-Do you believe him?

-I believe he cared
for his daughter,

but he's a man
who likes to get his own way.

-Yeah, you don't get to be
as successful as he is

without a ruthless streak.

So what are we thinking?
Like father, like daughter?

-Find out what Rachel did
when she worked for him.

And check
the bookings history here.

How he got so tight
with Leo Braxton.

Maybe he's stayed here before.

-So where to next?
-We need to speak

to the other band members,
see what they have to say.

-Alex Scanlan's place,
Saddle Park Lane?

-Let's do it.

♪♪

♪♪

-Oh, great.
Lydia hit the 10,000 mark.

She's thanking her followers.

♪♪

[Door creaks]

♪♪

-Gloves.
-Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

-Hello?

Mr. Scanlan?

It's the police.

♪♪

♪♪

-Boss. In here.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Call Cotton. And forensics.

We've got a motive
for Alex Scanlan.

-Got it.

♪♪

[Siren wails]

-So, erm, the break-in
at Scanlan's cottage,

nothing much so far.

-One thing we have learnt,
the fingerprints

that were all over the place,
floor to ceiling,

every nook and cranny...
-In other words, his prints.

-...match the ones that were
found in the blood

on Rachel Hoffman's phone.

-So Alex Scanlan was in
the woods with Rachel's phone.

Which means
he might be our amputee.

-And makes him
our prime suspect.

-Or another victim.

On the day of the wedding,
he caught a train to London.

Check his bank details.

See if we can piece together
what he did there.

-Hang on,
if he's another victim,

that means there's
a fourth person involved.

-Correct.

Tell me more about Abbie,
Rory and Kane.

Abbie and Rory's parents
were addicts

who ran their own marijuana farm

on what is now
the motocross circuit.

Got busted
and both are dead now.

That's why the kids
were taken into care.

-Kane was a young offender.
Tell me about him.

-Another tough start.
Sexually abused by his father.

Turned to drugs, but he cleaned
up his act when he met Abbie.

-Kane's fine as long as no-one
makes a move on Abbie.

Then he gets possessive.
There have been a few scuffles.

-Send me everything you have.
-On it.

♪♪

[Motorbike engines rev]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Forensics confirmed that
the material strip

found near the camper
is often used in motocross gear.

-Okay.

-I can do that, you know?

-Oh?
I look forward to seeing that!

-I was Formby Beach
Under-11s Junior Champion.

Well, second, actually.

Or seventh. But I got robbed.
-Mm-hmm.

-The wind was off the scale
that day.

-Worse for you
than everyone else.

-Yeah, it came out of nowhere
like a tornado.

-We're looking for ripped gear.
-Already on it.

-Who wants to go first?

-Er, thanks, but we...
we just had breakfast.

Erm, we're actually...
we're here working.

-If it's about the drones, we've
told Rory a thousand times.

-It's not.

I've checked your posts.
Could do with you on my team.

-Rachel and Oz
both confirmed dead, yeah?

-Did you know the victims?

-Well, you know I did,
otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Me and Rach were mates back in
the day. We were in a band.

We had a laugh, but I don't
think we would've changed

the course of music history.
Or maybe we would.

-Had you seen her recently?

-Er, yeah, the night before
she went missing,

a bunch of us got together.
-The Cold Turkeys.

-Well, actually, it was just me
and Alex. Leo didn't wanna go.

Rach wanted us to meet Oz,
so we went to the camper.

-And what was Oz like?
-Yeah, nice enough.

I know a keeper when I see one.

Not sure he wanted to spend
his honeymoon with us, but...

-Do you see much
of the other band members?

-Leo? Do me a favour.

Can't be doing with
all that posh nosh bollocks.

-He likes his motocross.

-It doesn't mean
I eat his overpriced food.

I still see Alex, though.
He's still strumming away.

He's alright.

But we've just got a lot
of other things to think about.

-Rory clearly hasn't. There's
only one thing on his mind.

-There are worse things he could
be obsessing over on that phone.

-According to the Land Registry,

you own this place.
Is that right?

-Yeah, we inherited it
off Mum and Dad.

Why?
You got a problem with that?

-No. No.

-Rachel's father
said Rachel was special.

Would light up any room.
-Gerry?

Course he did.
The posh old goat.

Listen, Rachel knew exactly
how to work a room

and be the centre of attention.

Rach was moneyed,

stunning, talented, funny.

Had the boys all over her.

Which is actually my idea of
hell, present company excepted.

-Any boy in particular?
-Er, Alex, mainly.

Him and Rach were an item
for three years, I think.

-Did, er,
you go to the campervan?

-Me? No. Not my scene.

-Right, the thing is,
we found a strip of material

on a tree near the van.

No? Any idea how you got
that rip in your jacket?

-That was probably me.
I wear that, as well.

-It's a bit big for you,
isn't it?

-Well, not with all my clothes
underneath it, no.

And I knew we were sitting out,
so I layered up.

Must have snagged it.

-But the tree was some way
from the campervan.

Why would you snag it there?

-Nature called.

♪♪

♪♪

-Don't get settled.

-No, I'm...I'm not.

-The school they went to.

Alex won all the music prizes

and was taught by this man.

His name's Foster Lang.
Music teacher and band manager.

-Presumably he's retired by now.

-Retired from teaching early.
Don't know why.

He's also the man we saw
in reception yesterday,

the one looking lost
and confused.

He has a cottage
out on the moors.

-Right, so Alex Scanlan
is our amputee

and he hasn't gone
to hospital...

-And he hasn't gone home.

But he might have gone to see
his old mentor.

-Who could be protecting him
or keeping him captive.

-Mm.
[Phone chimes]

-Oh, great.

We aren't the only ones
onto Foster.

-You know Gerry, yeah?
You know Rees-Mortimer?

-Go away.
-How much did he pay you?

-Lydia Green is clearly
still here.

-Tell me what
he paid you to do.

-That woman.
-Yeah, that woman.

♪♪

♪♪

-There's our man.

[Triumphant trumpet music]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Mr. Lang.

You're probably aware
of everything

that's been happening
around here recently.

-A former pupil of yours
is missing. Alex Scanlan.

[Triumphant trumpet music]

-Alex?
-Mm-hmm.

We wondered if you'd seen him.

-Is he okay?

-That's what we're trying
to find out.

-What...
What are you doing here?

♪♪

-Call for back-up.
-Yeah.

-Something happened in there.

-He was very drunk.

-Alex was drunk?

-It wasn't my fault.

-What happened, Mr. Lang?
-Alex came on to me.

♪♪

-Do you wanna stay here
and...I'll go in?

-I'll go.

-Boss.

♪♪

-Don't go in! Don't go...

Don't...

[Classical music plays loudly]

♪♪

[Music stops]

♪♪

♪♪

-God.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-No, Mr. Lang,
you have to stay here.

-There's no-one in there.

But there has been.
-Right.

-And they've bled. A lot.
The blood's dry now.

-Dent's on his way.
-Okay.

-Mr. Lang.

-Wasn't my fault.

-What wasn't your fault,
Mr. Lang?

-Alex was bleeding.
-Do you know why?

-He must have been in pain.
He must have been scared.

-He was screaming.
Blood everywhere.

He was here, then he went...

-Where?

Was it home or hospital?

-Hospital.

-Mr. Lang,
if I need to go to hospital,

point me in the direction.

-If you go past The Claw...

...there's an old graveyard.

-Thank you.
-Right.

-Take him in.

And get all available officers
searching the surrounding area.

And get forensics
onto the animal trap.

-Got it.

-I'll check the map,
find The Claw.

-No need. I know where it is.
-Right.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Door creaks]

Ohh.

♪♪

♪♪

Boss.
-Mm-hmm?

-Sorry.

I spoke to Alex Scanlan's
tattooist.

He remembers discussing
the double-headed jackal

with the two of them. Er...

Alex meant it as a symbol
of his bisexuality.

He told the tattooist that
after years of uncertainty,

he was finally coming out.

Do you think that's what...
Foster was talking about?

-Maybe.

You said he discussed it
with the two of them.

-Yeah, the tattooist said
Alex wasn't on his own.

Said he had a younger friend
with him.

-Okay.

Hello again, Mr. Lang.

I'd like to talk about Alex,
if that's okay.

I'd like to tell you
what I think happened.

Alex was injured in the woods,
by the river.

We think his hand was severed
by an animal trap.

He didn't have his phone.

So he went to the home
of the nearest person he knew.

You.

-I heard him call.

He kept looking behind.
He was scared.

-You let him into the house.

He was bleeding. A lot.

-He was crying in pain.

I tried to find something
to stop the blood.

He collapsed...

-He left.

-I told him to go. I said...

-I understand.

Alex recently came out
as bisexual.

You mentioned Alex.
You said something about him

making a move on you.

It was at school.
It was nothing, really.

Another teacher saw.

The school mishandled it
and I...

resigned in protest
at the way they treated him.

-That must have had
a devastating effect on Alex.

-Drove him into his shell.

He was sensitive.

He had none of Leo's confidence,
fire and...musical talents.

-Leo was just the bassist.

-And the songwriter.

-He wrote songs, too?
-Yeah.

They'd hang out at the Swelt.
Wild.

Abbie was the wildest.

-Her parents...
she didn't have their support.

-Stone drunk, day and night.

And that poor kid.
No more than a baby.

-Rory.
-I never saw him in clothes.

Always naked.

Running around, hungry.

His sister tried
to look after him.

-It must have been so hard
on her.

♪♪

-Who?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Hey.

-Foster Lang has problems
with memory, not truths.

-Now, Rory Summerfield
hasn't posted since we found

Alex Scanlan's body.
-So?

-Well, he must know about it
because the news leaked out.

And it's all over
Lydia Green's account.

Previously he commented or liked
every post of hers.

Now he's gone quiet.

-Maybe he thinks
we caught our killer.

Case closed.
-Which it isn't.

-There is no way
we are going to do that!

Is that clear?

-Yes, boss.
-Yes, boss.

-Sorry.

We're just discussing
our media strategy.

The press know about
Alex Scanlan's body,

courtesy of
our citizen journalists.

They've announced
Alex is the killer

and they want
formal confirmation.

-And your team is keen
to give it.

-The ones that are convinced
it's him.

-The logic being?

-Well...we think
Alex was jealous

of Oz Hoffman
because he stole his girl.

So he takes his revenge,

gets injured in the process,
and bleeds out.

-Which, in fairness,
could be right.

-Exactly. And we know
he met Oz the other night.

Maybe that backfired.

The thing is...

Alex and Rachel
were first loves, weren't they?

I mean, they went out together
for three years.

-15 years ago.

-Yeah,
but mobile phone records show

that Rachel and Alex Scanlan had
been ringing each other loads.

-Maybe they were fighting.

-Or catching up on old times.

-Well, there's also the
ripped-up photos in his house.

-We don't know who ripped them
or who's behind the break-in.

People tend not to break into
their own houses.

-I know we're under pressure
to get a result.

No-one knows that more than me.

But we can't confirm
what we don't know for sure.

-Testing theories is fine.
Useful even.

But we don't go public
until we're sure.

Keep working the case.

And not everyone thinks
Alex Scanlan is responsible.

Lydia Green is now pointing
the finger at Foster Lang.

Please tell me where we're at
with that woman.

-We contacted every hotel
and B&B in the area.

She's not booked in anywhere.

But we also checked CCTV
from the station car park.

That's her registration.

-Er, nice one, Dan.
That's good work.

♪♪

[Knock at door]

-Alex Scanlan was coming out
as bi.

That an issue round here?

-We're not the most progressive
part of the country

but we're not dinosaurs, either.

The team are just
a bit stretched.

-They're bound to be.

Dent's a good copper.

He just doesn't know
what's hit him.

Which is why he needs
a strong leader.

Sadly, we both know
this has scapegoat

or demotion
written all over it.

-You don't know that.

-Maybe not.

How are you doing
with the signal?

Have you spoken to your...

-Daughter.

No.

But that's not the signal.

[Sighs]
Let's just say I...

I wasn't always there for her.

-[Sighs]
Complicated things, families.

Talking of which,
I've e-mailed you everything

on Abbie, Rory, and the parents'
drug bust, and Kane.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Phone chimes]

-So, car is registered
to a Lydia Maddox.

-Maddox?

-Parked up in a field
on the edge of town.

And you will never guess what.
-Mm-hmm?

-She's got history
with Gerry Rees-Mortimer.

-Fill me in on the way.

-Anything in the files
you're looking at?

-The Summerfields bust.

-A massive party.

Someone grassed on them.
An anonymous tip-off.

Parents got arrested
and after that?

-Their lives, the lives
of everyone in the band,

were never the same again.

[Cooper barks]
-This way!

This way. Come on.
There's a good boy! This way.

Good boy! Good boy! Okay!

Good boy. Good boy.

-Thought we told you to leave.

-I just solved your crime
for you.

I found Rachel.
And I led you to old man Foster.

You saw my post, right?
-Wrong.

You accused a vulnerable man
of committing a crime

he almost certainly
didn't commit.

-Oh, come on. He's in on it.

He knew Rachel and her dad
from years ago.

He told me that.

-He's an old man with dementia
who used to teach her friends.

He's got nothing to do
with the deaths

or Gerry Rees-Mortimer.

-Really?
Let's see what the press think.

Don't get holier than thou
with me!

I'm skint. I'm living out of
this wreck, for Christ sake.

I'm just trying to get by.
I haven't committed any crime.

-Depends on who you talk to,
Ms. Maddox.

-Gerry Rees-Mortimer's lawyers
seem to think you have.

So he may not know who you are,

but a gagging order
was taken out

against you for another
social media account you ran.

Under the name Lydia Maddox.

Dedicated to bringing
Gerry Rees-Mortimer down.

-You're not trying
to be a podcaster at all.

You're trying to get revenge

on the man
who bought your company.

-"Bought" my company?

Who swallowedmy company,
bankrupted me and spat me out!

-What were you hoping to prove,
Lydia?

-That he's corrupt.

That he had something to do
with Rachel's death.

And don't believe
that grieving father act.

He's a fraud.

-Why would he kill his daughter?

-Because she saw the light.

That's why
she stopped working for him.

Because she hated his corporate
ethos and knew it sucked.

-And you know this how?

-I spoke to other employees.

Rumour is she had dirt on him.

[Car engine starts]

♪♪

♪♪

-What are we looking for?
-Not sure yet.

Dent said that these were
all of Rachel's belongings.

Her father seemed very keen
to get them back.

-Right.

-Forensics just confirmed

that the animal trap
found at Foster Lang's house

is not the one used
to sever the hand.

-Okay.

-Anything in the ripped
photographs?

-There is a second set
of unidentified prints.

We've sent fragments off
for analysis.

Traces of an organosulfur
compound no-one recognises.

-Well, let me know
if they come back with anything.

-Boss?
-Mm-hmm?

-Travel itinerary. One-way.

Details of a new
Australian bank account.

-Like we thought.
Starting a new life.

-Rachel wasn't just coming back
for a trip down memory lane.

-She was coming back
to say goodbye.

And this was her insurance

in case her father
tried to stop her.

No wonder he wants
her belongings back.

-What is it?

-A draft press release

detailing Gerry Rees-Mortimer's
unethical business practices.

Check out the headings.

-Misleading shareholders,
misappropriation of assets,

harassment and blackmail.

-Like father, like daughter.

She was prepared
to take him down if needs be.

-Which gives him
a whole new motive.

-Mm-hmm.

-A couple of things.
You were right

about Gerry staying here a lot.
-Mm-hmm.

-Dent checked the bookings,
and last summer,

Gerry was pretty much here
all the time.

More to the point...

Leo Braxton's finances
have come back.

They've had a recent boost.

-Leo Braxton isn't here, is he?

-No, said he was gonna go
and let off some steam

at the motocross.

And I'm quite tired, too,
so if you don't mind...

You didn't come here to stop
Rachel starting a new life

on the other side of the world.

You needed to stop her publicly
ruining your reputation.

She prepared a press release
as insurance

in case you tried
to stop her leaving.

-Did you come all this way
to negotiate?

Or was she just
another deal to you?

-A deal you couldn't afford
to lose.

-I'd like you to leave.

-The day before Rachel and Oz
went missing,

you paid £50,000
into Leo Braxton's account.

-Yeah. This place is struggling.

I'm an investor!
I invest in business!

-£50,000 is a lot of money.

-I'm a generous man.

Me and Leo go back a long way.

I've got more time for him
than the others.

He's made something of himself.
Unlike Alex,

who wasted his time becoming
some two-bit DJ.

-Mr. Rees-Mortimer,
what did Leo Braxton have to do

in return for his money?

-What he does best.

Look after this place.

Now, if you wanna continue
this conversation,

I suggest we go
through solicitors.

-Then it would be transactional.

Everything you do
is transactional.

-Works for me.

-Parental love
should never be that.

-Now, why did you come here
so much last summer?

-I didn't.

I've no idea
what you're talking about.

-We need to check
those booking dates,

see if they coincide with
when Oz returned to Australia.

-Yep, will do.

Boss?

Why are you so interested
in Rory Summerfield's socials?

-It's not just his socials
I'm interested in.

It's one of his followers.

It's something Gerry said.

A two-bit DJ.

-Right.

-I don't think Rory was ever
looking for Rachel and Oz.

I think he was looking for Alex.

-But I didn't know
they knew each other.

-No. Rory was at most of Alex's
DJ gigs, by the looks.

And I think he was
the younger friend in London.

♪♪

♪♪

[Motorbike engine revs]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Dent, you'll need to send
all of this over in an e-mail.

Every single shotgun licence.
Thanks.

Abbie Summerfield
has a shotgun licence.

Kane Harrison hasn't.

Or rather can't because
he has a criminal record.

-The party,
the one the Summerfields had.

-What about it?
-According to the files,

not everyone was there.

[Motorbike engine starts]

-Is he on much longer?

-No. His time's more than up.

-Just giving him a bit extra.

He was pretty cut up
when I mentioned Alex's death.

I guess we all are, you know?

-Especially Rory, I imagine.

-Rory?

-Him and Alex
were clearly close.

Helping him with his DJ-ing.
Quite the team.

-Oh, that. Yeah.

-I guess Rory's
starting to spread his wings.

Drink. Drugs.

Girlfriends. Boyfriends.

-He's just exploring, isn't he?

All just phases.

-It must have reminded you
of your mum and dad.

All that partying.

-Not really.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Alex recently came out
as bisexual.

I'm sure that wasn't a problem
for either of you.

-No.

Consenting adults and all that.
They can do what they want.

-I couldn't agree more.

-It must have been tough
when your parents were sent down

and you went into care.

-Rory was, what, 4.

And he was taken away from you.

All you wanna do
is protect them.

Keep them safe.

And you got your brother back.

Must have been quite a battle.

-Well, it's family, innit?
It's what you do.

-What's your point?
-My point is...

it's the hardest thing,
how to protect your kids.

Or in Abbie's case, Rory.

-Yeah, well,
you'll have to excuse us

but we need to go
and get him off now.

-And we need to speak to Rory.

♪♪

-Rory!

-The police need a word!

-Time's up, Leo!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Motorbike engine starts]

-What the hell's with him?

[Motorbike engine revs]

Rory, no!

♪♪

-Nice, Chet.

♪♪

-You're going nowhere, mate.
-Come on. Get off!

-Whoa!
-Rory, what the hell

are you doing?
-What do you think?

Trying to get away from you two!

Because you killed Alex!

I know you did! You killed him!

-That's a serious accusation,
Rory.

-It's true and they know it.

-He's confused. It's fine.

-It's not, though, is it?

Is it?

You killed Alex, didn't you?

-No, Rory, of course we didn't!

-This is all my fault.

I'm the reason he's dead.
They're all dead.

-Do we have to do this
right now?

-Yes, Mr. Harrison.

We have to do this right now.

None of this is your fault.
You've done nothing wrong.

-I knew Alex. I liked him.

-We know.

And there's nothing
to be ashamed of.

-No, love, there isn't.
It's fine.

Wewere just looking out
for you!

-Like you've always done.

-Kane did it.

Kane went out
to go confront Alex.

I saw him go. I know he did.
[Gun cocks]

He left and took the gun.

-You've got it wrong, mate.
-It wasn't like that. Right?

Kane, we thought that you
were involved with Alex.

And Kane was uncomfortable
with that.

Rory, there is an age gap
between you and Alex. Alright?

And you know
this is hard for him.

It's hard for him generally.

-Because of the abuse
you suffered.

So you went and confronted Alex.

It was your gear
that got snagged.

-Yeah, well, nothing happened.

-Abbie stopped me.

Alex, he...explained
that you were just friends

and that he wanted
to support you

in a way that
he hadn't been supported.

-And Alex didn't want you

to have to go through anything
that he'd been through.

-I messed up.

I'm so sorry, Rory.

-But I swear to you, mate,
I didn't kill anyone.

-And you believed Alex?
-Yeah. Yeah, I believed him

cos he was telling the truth
about everything.

There was no way he was lying.

-About everything?

♪♪

-Leo.

The 50,000,
what did you have to do for it?

-Nothing. It was a gift.

An investment.

Can I go now?

[Car beeps]

-Did Gerry Rees-Mortimer come
and stay with you last summer?

-No.

No, of course not.

[Car engine starts]

-Dent, it's Harper.

-Alex wanted to come clean
about the past.

He had this, like,
memory box of pictures.

He wanted to reminisce.

The whole thing was like
a confession, basically.

-That he was
the anonymous tip-off.

The person who wasn't
at the party.

The one who reported
your parents to the police.

He'd lived for years feeling
guilt about the impact that had.

How everything ended.

Rachel's return was
his chance to come clean.

-Sorry, I don't understand.

Why would Alex
grass your parents?

Because he was jealous.

-Rachel had ended things with
Alex and had started seeing Leo.

Alex couldn't cope if he wasn't
with Rachel, so that was it.

Gerry didn't want Rachel to have
anything else to do with us.

So...he just brought
the whole thing crashing down.

-Because the bust affected
not just you and your parents,

it broke up the band.

And Rachel and Leo.

-So Leo wasn't at the camper
the other night

when they all met up.

He blew them out so he didn't
hear Alex's confession.

-His list of calls from Rachel,
there was one the next day.

46 minutes. She told him.

-And there's something else.
Dent got it wrong.

It wasn't Gerry Rees-Mortimer
staying at The Boar And Brisket

all last summer, it was
a different Rees-Mortimer.

-Rachel?

On a break from Oz.
She came back.

-To do what? Rekindle
her relationship with Leo?

-Could be.

[Phone rings]

Soraya.

Got it.
[Phone beeps]

The sulphur compound on the
ripped pictures, dithiapentane.

Truffle oil to you and me.

-Leo.

[Door creaks]

-Leo?

♪♪

-Come.

♪♪

[Gun clicks]

Don't!

-Why not?

-Just come away
from the edge, Leo.

-This is all his fault.

All of it.

-Rachel told you
about Alex's confession.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

She thought I should know.

I was never good enough
for Rachel.

But she is the one thing
that I ever wanted.

And I got her.

I won her love.

-Only Alex, Alex ended it.

The night of the raid,
he called the police.

-I thought it was my fault.

Something I'd done
or hadn't done.

-Only last summer,
she came back.

-She just walked in one day
like nothing had changed.

-Another summer together.
Another summer that ended.

♪♪

-Rachel and Oz had split up.

They...They didn't think
they could hack it

at opposite ends of the world.

So we gave us a go.

I wasn't her forever person.

She went back to him.

Heartbreak again.

And again. And again.

-All because of Alex.

-[Yells]
He took my life away from me!

-And so you wanted
to take revenge?

-I don't know what I wanted.

♪♪

I just knew
I had to confront him.

-So you went to his cottage.

♪♪

♪♪

[Indistinct talking]

♪♪

-He ran away.

But he was...going to go
and see Rachel and Oz anyway

for their last night here.

I followed him.

-You rang Rachel on the way.

[Phone rings]
-She didn't pick up.

-So you tracked him down.

-Did you mean to hurt him?

-No.

There was a trap on the ground.

Alex tried to go grab it.
It was self defence.

-[Screams]

-The trap just went off.

-Rachel and Oz,
they heard the screams.

[Phone rings]
-Aah!

-[Laughs]

[Distant screams]

-They came running.

♪♪

♪♪

-Oz and I fought.

♪♪

But Alex, he...
grabbed Rachel's phone.

And his hand.

And he ran away.

♪♪

-I didn't mean
for any of this to happen.

I didn't.

It just got so crazy.

Oz coming at me.
Rachel screaming at me.

-[Shouts indistinctly]

-I lost it.
[Gunshot]

♪♪

-Rachel tried to save Oz.

-I tried to stop her,
but I couldn't.

The love of my life...

...dived in there
to save the love of hers.

♪♪

♪♪

[Sobs]

♪♪

-There you go.
-Nice one.

-Mate, I'm sorry I got it wrong
about the bookings

at the Boar And Brisket.

-Archie, it's not a prob.

Mistakes happen.

-I came to thank you.

-No need.

Val, far be it from me
to tell anyone what to do,

but I took gardening leave once.

Wasn't what it was
cracked up to be.

Dent and the team,
they just need a steer.

-Keep on keeping on?
-Mm-hmm.

♪♪

-So...I think the time
has finally come...

-Yeah, maybe I could snag a lift
to the station.

And you could just drop me.

Or, yeah, I can...
I can just walk.

-...for a drink.

♪♪

-For you.

-Maybe I'll just have a tea.

-What, a tea?

I'll see what real ales
they've got.

[Phone chimes]

-Just leave it.

Probably just Leighton telling
us how marvellous we are. Again.

-You reckon?
-I do.

I am actually dying of thirst.

[Phone chimes]

♪♪

-[Sighs]

♪♪

♪♪

[Phone chimes]

♪♪

♪♪

[Speaks indistinctly]

♪♪

-Is everything alright?

-Yeah. It is now.

-Good.

For a moment there,
I thought we were in trouble.

-Ah! Thanks.

We...are celebrating.

-And, erm, what are we
celebrating exactly?

-Time will tell.

Careful.

♪♪

-That is strong!

-Cheers, Chet.

-Cheers, Ellis.

[Glasses clink]

Mm. Ooh!

-[Laughs]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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