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I've just met Xavier. He lives in a caravan.

You were seen with Xavier and Katie outside Bar Saint-Michel.

If I find out that any of your family did something to Katie,

I swear to God I'll kill them.

Hi, Papa. The hell is that on your neck?

I don't know if I can cope with this.

I'm joining you.

Two bags belonging to two missing girls

were found at the same place?

Nobody is going to forget about Katie.

BIRDS CAW, WINGS FLUTTER

I did an internet search on the other missing girl,

Odile Lambert.

Then most of what you read will be gossip and hearsay.

The resemblance to Katie is uncanny.

They're the same age, give or take. Same eyes.

The police never found anything to suggest a crime had been committed,

so we must not jump to conclusions.

Odile Lambert had some issues. There were problems at home.

She could've gone anywhere.

Does her mother still live in the town?

Audrey Lambert? She works at the school, a cleaner.

And if you were thinking of going to talk to her, don't.

What happened to, "You're doing the right thing, Sarah"?

Nothing.

But I am also police, so this situation is complicated.

There must've been some leads, some potential witnesses.

I told you, I had nothing to do with the case.

Well, then, who did? Ricard? VIRGINIE SIGHS

The officer was Serge Henin.

The bloke who owns the hotel?

He was a police officer for 25 years.

And the father of the lad who's just gone AWOL

that was with Katie the night she went missing.

What?

Forensics lifted prints from Katie's backpack.

They're a match with Xavier Henin.

We've organised a search for tomorrow. No.

It's routine in a case like this.

For Katie?

For any evidence that might help us find her.

It's normal to search the area where the person was last seen.

I understand if you would rather not be there.

Just you try stopping me.

Heard the news? What news?

They're sending the exchange pupils home.

We leave tomorrow afternoon. You're leaving without Katie?

I'm afraid it's out of my hands.

I think some of them know more than they're letting on.

Teenage code of silence and all that.

The headmaster's been on at me for a couple of days.

Frantic calls from worried parents,

accusations of negligence, school culpability.

If you had picked up when I called...

You are as much to blame for this as anyone.

I'm sorry.

EXHALES DEEPLY, SNIFFLES

I wish things could've gone differently.

How long have you been coming here to Saint-Michel?

For a few years now.

Well, then you must've known about the other missing girl,

Odile Lambert. She was a pupil at the school.

She had nothing to do with the exchange programme.

All those anxious parents back at Burwood,

do you seriously think

they would've let you bring their kids here if they'd known?

It's been a good few years since Odile's disappearance.

Just long enough for people to try to move on.

The last thing that this town needs is you stirring things up again.

Her mother works here as a cleaner. I want to speak to her.

They'll be finished for the day.

Well, then I'll need her home address.

I don't have access to that kind of information.

Even if I did...

...I couldn't share it.

Bit bloody late to start doing things by the book, Mr Scott.

Virginie...

Ah?

Oui.

OK.

The school caretaker gave me your address.

You shouldn't have come here.

I need to ask you some questions about your daughter... Odile.

Please, leave me alone.

You're the only one who knows how I'm feeling right now.

She'd gone out to meet some friends, a birthday.

I made her promise not to be back too late.

She still wasn't home when I went to bed.

You never really sleep, waiting for the sound of the key in the door.

Then it was morning, no sign, no word.

That was the moment when everything changed.

The silence of an empty house.

The endless waiting.

I come in here whenever she starts to fade.

Keeps her alive.

Odile wanted to be a lawyer.

She was bright, clever, everything to live for.

I had heard that your daughter had some... issues.

You've been talking to the police.

Serge Henin was running the case?

Yeah. He took early retirement just over a year ago.

I always felt Serge knew more than he was telling me.

Did they question ANYONE about Odile's disappearance?

Andrew Taylor, an Englishman who lives here now.

His car was seen on the road Odile would have walked along that night.

Any relation of Detective Taylor?

He's her father. OK.

HUMMING

Mmm.

They're asking for volunteers to help with the search tomorrow.

Odile wasn't important enough to warrant a search,

not like an English tourist.

We can only hope they've learned from past mistakes.

Your daughter was staying at the Morvans'?

Yes. She'd been there about a week.

Why?

Odile used to look after the daughter sometimes.

One time, she arrived home after being over at the house,

angry, upset, never told me what happened.

But she refused to ever go back.

There was something about him that frightened Odile.

Fabien? I mentioned it to the police.

As far as I know, it was never followed up.

I went to see Audrey Lambert.

VIRGINIE SIGHS You know that will come back on me.

Odile was the Morvans' baby-sitter.

Audrey warned the police about Fabien.

Odile was terrified of him.

If the police had any evidence that implicated Fabien Morvan,

they would have followed it up.

Oh, yeah, a man who has half the town in his pocket?

I don't think so.

He's rich, old money.

That can certainly buy you some favours.

Serge Henin?

Wanna tell me why he was put out to grass?

He'd been taking bribes, the fraud case we'd been working on.

What? He was corrupt?

I gave evidence against him

to the General Inspection of the National Police,

which has made me something of a pariah with most of the team.

But he was the man who was running Odile's case!

An old-school detective who was never going to change.

I've got some news.

The blood on Katie's bomber jacket wasn't hers.

It was Emma Morvan's. Well, what does that tell us?

That maybe Xavier didn't lie,

that Katie left the party that night and was headed back into town.

Odile and Katie are connected.

I know they are.

Have you spoken to your boss about re-opening the case?

I'm working on him.

Will there be a... a conflict of interest?

Audrey tells me that your father was questioned.

My dad was brought in to answer some routine inquiries.

He was driving home that night,

wanted to know if he'd seen anything, that's all.

I'll see you in the morning, at the search.

Jason?

Hey. Oh.

Ho-ho-ho-ho. Oh, am I pleased to see you.

I got the fastest car they had,

and I drove down here like the boy racer I used to be.

Now, look, get yourself ready. I'm gonna buy you dinner.

Oh! Hey, madame.

Cotes de Provence, the last of the vintage.

Lamb shank in the oven,

and the glamour continues with tinned pears for pudding.

Well, this fridge doesn't look that glamorous to me.

When did you last clean it out? Oh, stop fussing.

Come on, sit down. It's too late for that.

What are you doing with these?

Nothing.

If you must know, someone pinned them to my door this afternoon, OK,

and I've no idea why.

You didn't see who?

Yeah, well, if I hazard a guess, it was that Sarah Gleason woman.

She's been putting them up all over town.

Why so many? I don't know.

I guess she's going through a lot, so you have to make allowances.

We're exploring the possibility that Katie's disappearance

might be connected to Odile's case.

You've never talked about the day you were questioned.

Well, I guess it's all in the file.

I'm asking you, Papa.

You know I wasn't here then.

I passed Odile Lambert on the road the night she disappeared,

and they wanted to know if I saw her with anyone.

The logs had you in there for over an hour. Oh, stop it.

Now just stop it now.

I won't have my daughter interrogating me in my own home.

Now sit down, come on.

Let's... Let's enjoy the wine together.

CORK POPS

Mm.

You know they're sending the exchange kids home tomorrow?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, head office got in touch with me.

But they should be staying in Saint-Michel.

What if the French police need to interview them again?

This really in't helping, babes.

Jason, please don't call me "babes".

We're not on Love Island. Erm...

Look, you need to keep a clear head for the search tomorrow.

The other girl who went missing, Odile Lambert.

It's five years ago, Sarah.

But there is at least one person in this town who knows... Merci.

...someone in this town who knows what happened to her

and to Katie.

At least one. Maybe more.

I mean... what if they're all conspiring together now?

Look, you're... you're frightened for her.

You're miles from home, and... and your mind's working overtime.

I get that. But come on.

Come on what? Katie packed her bag, right?

So maybe she was planning on leaving with someone, that Xavier bloke.

Oh, he said that she left the party on her own.

Maybe he's covering for her.

Katie's bag was found at the monument,

same place that Odile left hers.

Coincidence, has to be.

What about the message? "Help me, Mum."

Don't know.

My Katie, she would never have gone anywhere without telling me.

And wild nights, parties, vandalising this place?

No, that's not her. It's not.

Well, it's the first time she's ever been away from home.

And exchange students, they just wanna have fun.

Yeah, well, now you know her better than I do, do you?

Well, we've chatted sometimes. That's all.

About what?

OK, full disclosure.

There were some things that she felt that she couldn't talk to you about.

No. No, no, no, no. No, no. No. No.

We share everything. There is nothing that's off limits.

All the pressure to do well at school, to be perfect.

She hates the idea of disappointing you.

Well, I just want the best for her. That's all I've ever wanted.

Yeah, I... I didn't mean to suggest that...

I know. I know what you mean.

You mean that I should take some of the blame for this.

Maybe I should. I... N-No. No, no, no, no.

I don't... I'm not having that, no. No.

You are a great mum, Sarah.

You... You are.

Teenagers are tricky.

I just wish I'd listened to my gut...

...and that I'd never let her come here.

HE SIGHS

You OK? Yeah.

What's Serge Henin doing here?

Ah, he's an ex-copper.

I guess he knows the place as well as anyone.

Gotta go and check in with Neil. I'll be back in a sec.

Morning. Hello.

We'll spread out in a line. There's a lot of ground to cover,

just to be certain we don't miss anything.

You sure about this?

Well, it depends what we find.

That bloke over there, with the tattoos,

I think I've seen him somewhere before.

Mark Jones. He's a Brit.

Bought Monsieur Hote's old place a few years ago.

Been doing it up ever since, bit of a loner.

Probably just here out of curiosity.

Hey, I don't think we've met. I'm Jason.

I'm... I'm Sarah's partner.

Lieutenant Taylor. Good that you're here.

Excuse me.

Audrey...

...go home.

I'm not going anywhere.

Not until we've found out where she is.

Stay there.

Sarah...

OK, I've gotta go. I love you.

Her necklace could've just fallen off.

Katie might've dropped it.

What was she doing in the woods in the middle of the night?

Well, maybe after she left the party,

she just wandered over there.

On her own? No.

Well, she'd had a few drinks, and maybe she was high on something

and just... gets herself lost or thought it was a shortcut.

That... That Brit, with the van, Mark Jones?

Yeah, what about him? Looked like you two knew each other.

Yeah, he's a mate of Neil's and mine from back home.

What, and just happens to be living in Saint-Michel?

Well, some of the time, yeah.

Mark's a builder.

He was looking for somewhere to renovate,

and I saw a place for sale here years ago,

and I... and I said he might wanna make an offer.

Didn't I see him give you a box or something? At the coach park?

That's right.

Parts for his plumber, for his house over here.

Well, where are those now?

I dropped them off, like he asked.

Do you seriously think he's involved?

I don't know. I... I don't know what to think any more.

Look, today has been really tough for everyone, and... and you are

quite understandably feeling a bit all over the place.

Don't fucking tell me how I'm feeling, Jason.

PHONE CHIMES

It's Lucy. She wants to talk to me.

I'd better get to the bus stop. I'll come with you.

No, no, I'm fine. I'll see you at the hotel.

Bags underneath and on the coach, please.

Come on, lad. We haven't got all day.

I got a look at Ben's phone in class this morning.

OK. Saw some messages he sent Katie.

Creepy, angry ones. I managed to forward them to myself.

This one, the day before she disappeared.

I mean, gross, right?

Bags on and get on. Quickly.

Did Katie see Ben the night of the party?

We were all supposed to meet up, but then Katie blew us out,

told him she was hanging with Emma Morvan.

Ben was pretty pissed about it.

He sent her another one earlier that evening.

It means "dirty whore". Yeah, I know what it means.

I need to talk to Ben Hall.

The coach is about to leave. Do I look like I give a shit?

I'll drag him off that coach if I have to.

Ben's not here.

Well, where the hell has he gone?

I'm calling Detective Taylor.

Hey, mate.

Look, we need to talk.

Girlfriend been asking too many questions, has she?

JASON SIGHS She's really smart.

Good afternoon, Ben.

How'd you find me?

Your location is saved on Lucy's phone app, Einstein.

Oh, I didn't do anything.

Then you've got nothing to worry about.

But there are some questions you need to answer.

You've been sending explicit messages to Katie.

It was just a bit of bants. Ben, you called her a whore.

Things went a bit too far. That's all.

You get a kick out of harassing women?

She enjoys the attention. Katie likes to lead people on.

That just doesn't sound like my daughter to me.

Little Miss Perfect?

You've got no idea what she really gets up to.

The night she went missing,

she was hanging out with Xavier and Emma.

Yeah. Bailed on you for the French kids.

Must have been hard to stomach.

Emma Morvan tells us that you have been following Katie around.

I asked to go to the party. Emma just laughed at me.

Guess I wasn't cool enough.

How did you get that bruise on your neck?

Had a fight. With Xavier Henin?

I was just keeping an eye on him. That's all.

So you WERE in the square that night.

And then later, you followed them to his place?

I left the square before they did, wandered round town for a bit,

and then I ran into that fucker, Scott.

Your teacher, Neil Scott?

He was out on one of his patrols. What time was this?

After midnight.

None of the kids seem to like him very much.

He's got a rep back in Burwood for being a psycho.

So, what? Something happened between you?

Come on, Ben. This could be important.

I was out past curfew, bit loaded, and he completely lost it with me.

Grabbed me by the throat, asking where Katie was.

And I told him she'd gone off with Xavier and Emma.

Do you think he could've gone after her?

I wouldn't put it past him.

I'm telling you. The guy's a nut job.

One of your pupils claims you assaulted him

on the night Katie Gleason vanished.

These kids are annoying little shits, no?

So who can blame a guy for losing his cool now and then?

But a missing girl is a serious business.

It is better that you cooperate with us, Mr Scott.

I was out on patrol.

And I heard some of the exchange kids,

including Katie, were drinking in a bar.

So I was on my way to find them when I ran in to Ben.

And then an argument ensued?

I was stressed out...

...wound up.

I should never have lost my temper.

According to Ben's statement, you grabbed him by the throat,

tried to strangle him and force him to tell you where Katie had gone.

I was under a duty of care to make sure she was safe.

You claimed you never saw her on the night she went missing.

I didn't see her.

I couldn't find her.

So where did you get to after this altercation with Ben?

I needed to clear my head, all the anger inside me.

And I thought, "Maybe I'm not cut out to be a teacher after all."

So I walked to the cemetery... and stayed there till it got light.

You were given a medical discharge from the British Army,

some mental health concerns, emotional trauma.

That was more than ten years ago.

Something like that, it stays with you, no?

Have you been taking your meds, Mr Scott?

I don't need them. Not any more.

I think you ran into Katie somewhere.

These little shits had pushed you to breaking point,

another meltdown, a loss of control.

That never happened.

I only found out she went missing

when I spoke to her mum on the phone.

Now the police are interviewing Neil Scott.

On what grounds?

Well, according to Ben, he went out looking for Katie

on the night she went missing.

No, no, no, he's not a... he's not a bad man.

Trust me. He won't have done anything.

Well, for starters, he lied to me.

All those unanswered calls, he told me that he was asleep in his room.

I... I know that he had a bit of a breakdown

after they discharged him from the Paras, PTSD,

but, no, he's a decent bloke.

PTSD? The man in charge of my daughter?

Yeah, he's had a... he's had a really hard time.

He assaulted a pupil in his care,

grabbed Ben by the throat, could've killed him.

Ben told you that, did he? Are you saying he's made it all up?

Cos I've seen the bruises.

Look, Ben's been crushing on Katie for months now,

and she sacks him off for a good-looking French bloke.

That's gotta hurt.

What about...? What about the messages he sent?

Well, if Ben did do anything to Katie,

then why would he have not deleted the messages?

I don't know.

Audrey Lambert, Odile's mother. Yeah, what about her?

The way Neil was with her

when she turned up at the search this morning,

they seemed pretty close.

Well, I... I know they had a bit of a thing.

And you didn't think that was important?

Well, it was years ago.

Wh...? Now where are you going? To talk to her.

Sarah... HE SIGHS

How long have you been coming to Saint-Michel?

The first exchange trip was... seven years ago.

And in the years since, you've chaperoned how many trips?

Must be half a dozen.

And in your second summer here,

you began a relationship with Audrey Lambert,

another employee at the school.

What's that gotta do with anything?

You knew both of those missing girls personally.

Would that be a fair assessment?

I take kids on these trips to feel valued.

They give me something to live for again.

And Odile... did she help you feel something again?

No comment.

We met at the school, a brief affair.

Barely lasted the summer. Did he tell you about his breakdown?

Neil never talked about it.

There was always an anger inside him,

a man who'd been away to war.

Was he ever violent towards you? No. Never.

What about Odile?

Neil must've known her pretty well.

Odile never made much time for him.

I guess she realised before I did it wasn't going to last.

Was he ever controlling towards her?

You think I would have stood for that?

Well, you've admitted that your daughter had troubles.

Maybe it was because of him.

It was over between us eight months before Odile disappeared.

I couldn't live with his demons.

Neil was here, on the next exchange trip,

when your daughter went missing.

Yes. I suppose he must have been.

We had to release Neil Scott, but he remains at our disposal.

What? Are you joking?

We don't have anything concrete on him.

But he stays here, in Saint-Michel. I went to speak to Audrey Lambert.

EXHALES DEEPLY Of course you did.

Neil is the one who joins up all the dots.

We got access to Katie's call logs. And?

She made an eight-minute phone call to an unlisted mobile

on the night she went missing.

The call was traced to Beausoleil,

the town around a two-hour drive away from Saint-Michel.

It was registered to your partner, Jason Bradley.

Did he mention this call to you?

I don't know. Maybe.

Any reason he might have another mobile?

Could be his work phone.

Did you know he was already in France?

I knew he was here driving.

Another coach trip.

OK. We'll need to question him.

Just to rule him out as a suspect. Absolutely.

HE SIGHS

Did you take my travel plug? I know I had it this morning.

My phone's gonna die if I don't get it charged.

Would that be the same phone that Katie called you on

the night she disappeared?

I... I should've said something.

Are you sleeping with her?

What? No!

No, no, no, she had a... she had a... a silly teenage crush.

I should never have indulged her... For Christ's sake, Jason!

She's 17.

Nothing happened, I swear.

I sw... N...

There was a moment she tried to kiss me.

I didn't see that coming. Oh, now you're fucking telling me!

Oh, what was it she said? "Laters, handsome"?

You lying shit!

Oh, come on. You... Come on.

No, we've only been together for five months.

I don't even know who you are. Babes...

Stay away from me. Look...

Look, we're... we're good together. I didn't want to mess that up.

What did Katie want the night she called?

HE SIGHS

She was... She was pretty out of it.

She wasn't making any sense, but she wanted me to pick her up.

So why didn't you?

I was over a hundred miles away.

I told her that she should get herself back to the house,

I would check on her first thing in the morning...

If you'd driven straight there when she asked for your help...

...there's every chance that Katie would still be safe now.

Why do you think I didn't tell you?

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

'I'd like to make sure you understand

'what's at stake here, Mr Taylor.'

'Well, I'm here.

'And I'm sure you're about to enlighten me.'

'You've been brought in for questioning as a suspect,

'which is why you're now in police custody.'

Good evening, Miss Gleason.

Dining alone?

Yes. I'm afraid these days, I'm rather a creature of habit.

Care to join me? Erm...

Forgive me for saying, but you look rather shaken.

Oh... the search this morning rather took it out of me.

Mm, I know. I saw the posters.

Care for a small glass of wine? Oh...

No, please.

Serge tells me there's been some developments.

Did he also mention the Odile Lambert case?

Mm, unfortunate business.

I'm afraid her disappearance cast a dark shadow over this town.

Her name is hardly ever mentioned.

I went to see her mother.

She told me to ask you why it was that you left England.

SNIFFLES The England I remember is long gone.

I prefer the French.

They're so much more... un-English.

You want to find your daughter?

Trust your instincts, and shut out all the white noise.

'This is Odile Lambert.

'She went out to meet some friends two nights ago, never made it home.

'No-one's seen her since.'

'Yes.

'Yes, no, I heard she'd gone missing.

'Unfortunate business.

'Pretty girl, too.'

'We know she left the bar just after 4am,

'walking home along Le Chemin de Bel Argent.

'Your vehicle number plates were pinged on the road at 4:23.'

'Oh, yes. No, I know.

'I do remember... seeing a young girl.

'And I distinctly remember she was wearing a red top,

'quite clear in my headlights.'

'Was anyone else with her?'

'No. No, she was quite alone.

'Why?

'Are you suggesting I should have offered her a lift?'

'No. Of course not.

'An offer like that can be misconstrued these days.'

'Yeah. Quite.'

'You were questioned by the police in Oxford, England, August 1989.

'A young woman accused you of a serious sexual assault.'

'And all charges were subsequently dropped.'

'Well, that's not entirely true.

'You see, Monsieur Taylor,

'there were other accusations by other young women.'

'Mm-hm. And all unfounded.

'And all made by disgruntled employees of my company,

'admittedly very attractive ones.'

ANDREW CHUCKLES

'But life was different then. You wouldn't understand.

'And this line of questioning you're pursuing,

'I find deeply unpleasant

'as I had nothing to do with Odile's disappearance.'

'We are just getting our facts straight.'

'Oh, really?

'Oh, I suggest you work a little harder at straightening them,

'and then perhaps I'll talk to my lawyer in the mean...'

PHONE RINGS

PHONE BUZZING

You OK? Where are you?

I've just seen Xavier near the hotel.

I'm going to follow him now.

Be careful.

'Sarah?

'Sarah, are you there?

'Sarah, talk to me!'

He's meeting Fabien Morvan.

OK, so send me a pin to my phone.

You stay where you are. I'll find you.

FAINT CHATTERING IN FRENCH

SCOFFS Hey, hey, hey.

SHE GASPS

I just want to talk to you.

Fuck off! Argh! Argh.

Sarah!

That's him!

GUNSHOT, SHE GASPS

GASPS

SHE PANTS

Jason!