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I'm pregnant.

Police in
Polesford are continuing their search

for the missing schoolgirls,
Poppy Johnston and Abigail Toms.

- Shit.
- What?

Suspect's wife, I know her.

She was my best friend.

I'm gonna have to go to Polesford.

All right, I'll get them to
endorse access to Linda Bates,

but no stepping on anyone's toes.

We're gonna be granddads.

Come here!

It's just weird being back.

You know, seeing Linda.

Two girls? One missing over three weeks.
What do you think?

Abigail's
burnt remains

were discovered in woodland yesterday.

Poppy Johnston is still missing.

So, let me guess, coppers?

How's the holiday in murder town?

I mean, no one really
knows anyone, do they?

Do you ever think about
what happened all them years ago?

Yeah, every day.

So...

Is it mine?

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*IN THE DARK*
Season 01 Episode 02
Title: "Episode #1.2"

We used to come here
when I was younger.

It wasn't deserted then.

We used to go crazy in those cornfields,

when I was younger.

Getting off with boys.

Fumbling around like we knew
what we were doing.

And this is relevant, is it?

- To you being pregnant with my kid?
- It's not yours.

- Ah, come on.
- It is relevant.

If you just wait.

Fine, tell me the story.

It's what I do, Adam.

Sabotage my life.

You know, you'd think I was unhappy,
but maybe it was the opposite.

Maybe I was just terrified of
the happiness I was feeling.

Does he know about us?

What do you think?

- How about I tell him?
- Oh, yeah, that's a great idea.

Then how about I tell
the rest of the force,

'cause that'll go down well,
shagging your colleague's girlfriend.

You'll be trusted undercover.

Helen, I didn't come here
to have a scrap with you.

I came here because...

Yes, to talk to you about the baby.

But, also to say that if it is mine,

and I reckon there's
a pretty high chance it is, don't you?

That I want to be a part of its life.

And I want to be a part of yours.

As most of you will already know,
Stephen Bates,

the man we believe to be responsible
for the murder of Abigail Toms,

is now on remand, awaiting trial.

While I commend Detective Inspector
Cornish and his team

for their excellent work
on this tragic case,

we must not lose sight of the fact that
there is an inquiry still ongoing.

So, Poppy's parents,
Michael and Annette,

are going to make a short statement,

after which I will be happy
to answer any questions.

Stephen Bates has persistently refused

to tell the police
where our daughter is.

So today,
we are appealing to anyone

who might know anything, to please
come forward and help police find Poppy.

She has been missing for five days now
and we are desperate to hear from her.

Poppy is only 16 years old,
and it's completely out of character

for her to leave home
without telling us. And we just...

All I'm saying is just go home.
Let me have my space, and then,

when I'm back
in Manchester, you know we...

Oh, shit!

- What's wrong?
- I'm at the hospital.

Stephen Bates
tried to kill himself.

Right. OK, thanks for letting me know.
I'll be over there as soon as I can.

What?

Right, I got to go.
You need to get out.

You what?
We're in the middle of nowhere.

Ring a cab.

- I don't have a number.
- Google it. I've got to go, now!

You need to tell him,
about us and about the baby.

And you need to decide
what future you want.

Hey.

- He got hold of a ballpoint pen.
- Oh.

Tried to do his wrists.

Is he all right?

No one will talk to me.

No one will tell me anything.

Looks like he was trying to take
the easy way out, doesn't it?

That's what they'll say, isn't it?

They'll say that in the papers.

Mmm-hmm.

Still think he didn't do it?

I admit, it doesn't exactly
scream innocence.

Right now, the entire country
thinks he's a child killer.

How do you think that feels?

Pretty terrible.

Yeah, especially if it's not true.

Thought you'd been warned off.

Cornish told me he told you to go home.

Yeah, I have.

Helen, people's careers can get ruined
by stuff like this.

Is she really worth it?
Linda?

You have 2 new messages

and 5 saved messages.

Helen, it's Jenny.
Have you spoken to Paul yet?

Ring me back, bye.

Hey, Hels.
I'm heading into town.

Why don't you meet me
in the pub in a bit?

Paul, we need to talk.

Paul, I've got to tell you something.
Paul...

I really messed up, Paul.

And, uh...

I really hope this baby is yours but...

Look who it is,
Linda Bates' girlfriend.

- Fucking rug-muncher.
- Waiting for you at home, is she?

- Murdering bitch.
- All right, lads.

- Shut your mouth.
- Hey! You know I'm a policewoman, right?

We don't give a shit.
We knew Abby, and we knew Poppy.

All right, this is intimidation.
So if you don't get out of my way now...

Helen Weeks.

- Phil, what...
- Paul asked me to come.

What... I thought
you hated the countryside.

Oh, not the countryside as such,
just everyone in it.

And how often do you find out that one
of your best friends is having a...?

Cause for celebration.

I demand champagne immediately.
Or failing that,

several pints of strong,
continental lager. Shall we?

I'd love to.

Hey.

What is this place?

Hell on Earth.

So,
I popped in to see the coroner.

- And, I saw her body.
- How did you do that?

Well, let's say the guy
must have liked me.

I have a certain charm.

Outside
East Derbyshire Hospital,

where, we've been informed,
Stephen Bates has been admitted.

Guilt.

Tried to top himself,
couldn't live with it.

Looks like they've got their man.

So, how was the body?

Not a lot left of her, to be honest.

Most of the skin had been
removed by insect invasion.

- Tell me about the report.
- Hello.

- Looks like I have an admirer.
- Phillip.

What?

Phil, eyes on us.

Front and centre.

- Tell us about the PM report.
- Yes.

What about time of death?

Three weeks, give or take.

And this is where
our creepy crawlies come in.

Three different types of insect
were found in the remains.

Yes, I know. But, uh,

we're all just insect feed in the end.

Oh, cheery.

Right. Well, uh...

Time for a tinkle.

- Phil!
- Phillip, no.

O ye of little faith.

Hi, Dad, Syd. This is Phil.
Phil, this is Dad and Syd.

Oh, my God.

You've got a gay dad,
how fantastic.

Hiya.

Come in.

How are you?

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you. Hello.

- Phil.
- Great suit.

Here you go.

Ah, nice and cold.

Piercings...

I could never have piercings.
Scared of the pain.

It's the pain
that enhances the pleasure.

If you have it in the right place.

Interesting job you got.

Oh, yeah, hanging out
with dead people all day.

Yes, well, it pays very well,
but the conversation is often lacking.

Well it's amazing
what they can do now,

with all this tech.

I suppose, you've got to
be smart these days, to be a criminal.

Nah, you just need a detective
with a massive ego

who is happy to
bang up the wrong person.

Cheers, everyone.

- It's been a long day.
- Oh, come on.

- The party's just getting started.
- Oh, you'll be fine without me.

Have fun.

- Night.
- Night.

Right, let's crack out the poppers.

I wanna know more about
these piercings. Tell us about it.

- What do you think is going on?
- I have no idea.

But I think it's got
something to do with this place.

I mean, who leaves and
never comes back? Never?

Her father lives here.
Her sister visits.

Yes. A labyrinthine maze,
is Helen's psyche.

Bollocks.

God love the countryside.

So, let's assume she wasn't dead
three or four weeks.

Like, nothing like four weeks.

How do you make a body
that's actually relatively fresh

look as though it's been
rotting for a while?

Well, never mind how.

Why?

Well, to falsify the time of death,
I imagine.

And in that case,
why burn the body?

I was hoping you'd have an answer.

Well, it's just a theory, but uh...

To open it up.

I think he burned the body just enough

to open it up.

For what?

To put the bugs in.

OK, so I'm him. I'm the killer, right?

That'd be a hell of a twist,
but, let's go with it.

I burn the body.

Open up the skin, expose the muscles,
organs, whatever.

Yeah. Transfer your colony across,
wrap it all up in a bag.

- Job done.
- Not forgetting to put the fag end in

- with Stephen Bates' DNA all over.
- Yes.

Wherever you managed
to acquire that from.

Maybe I followed him,
watched him drop it in the gutter.

Thanks, love.

Possibly.

Right, so, where does
he get them all from?

All these flies, maggots,
different kinds of beetles.

- Internet.
- They've checked his history.

Er, dark web, Bitcoin?

Normal people don't know to use that.

- I do.
- You're not normal.

- Thought it was you.
- Gavin. This is, uh, Phil.

He's a colleague of mine
from Manchester.

What, you're bringing
the whole force down?

You know, this used to be
a nice town before all this.

Now all we got
are pigs and hacks everywhere.

Ah, he seems like a nice chap.

You really ought to
get us together for dinner sometime.

Yeah, but he's right though, isn't he?

What are we doing here?

Well, you're here for Helen.

I'm here to escape
a large Nigerian man named Reuben

who seems to think
we're in a relationship.

Are we being followed?

Relax.

- How's Stephen?
- Better.

He's out of hospital.

They still won't let me see him,
though, or the kids.

Ah, it's killing them.

I know.

They shouldn't have to go through this,

'cause it's hard for them
to accept this hate towards him.

It's the worst thing
that's ever happened to me.

Is it?

The worst?

I feel so guilty, Linda, for leaving.

- It was a long time ago.
- I was a coward.

That's shit.

You had the chance and you got out
and you...

God, if I'd had that same chance,
I would have done exactly the same.

I thought you'd hate me.

I was scared to death, coming down here.
I thought you'd...

- Yes?
- Oh.

Sorry for staring.

I'm sorry, we're in the middle
of something here, private, so...

Oh, I just wanted to say, Linda,

I know who you are,

and I understand.

- Thank you.
- And if you ever want to talk.

I appreciate it.

- Which paper are you from?
- I beg your pardon?

Which newspaper?

All right.

Last chance before I really hurt you.
What newspaper?

The Post. We'll pay you,

- to tell your side of the story!
- Hey!

Why don't you get out of here,
before I shove those stupid glasses

up your bony, tabloid arse.

Scum.

"Bony, tabloid arse."

You're a good friend.

Oh, and... And I never blamed you.

We were both victims.

But...

It was because of me.

- He got to you through me.
- No.

We were 13 years old.

We were little girls.

Adam knows.
It's all going to come out.

If it's not me that tells Paul,

it's going to be
ten times worse. Terminal.

Who told Adam?

This prick at work, Mickey.

Well, how does he know?

He's the one
who drove me to the hospital.

Jen, I'm going to tell him tonight.

- No, no, no, no.
- No, listen, don't interrupt.

If it all blows up,

I'm going to need
somewhere to stay for a few days.

Yeah, of course, but you are gonna
tear your life apart,

throw everything away,
and he doesn't need to know.

God, you're gorgeous.

I'm trying to belch.

Yeah, I know.
That's when I like you best.

So, where are you taking me
tonight then?

I thought we'd try
this new vegetarian place.

- Green Tomato.
- Oh, right, OK.

Town famous for its pork
and you want to go veggie?

Shouldn't we invite Phil?

I mean, isn't it a bit rude to leave him
back with your dad and Syd?

No, it's Phil.

He'll be fine.

He was
amazing yesterday, you know.

He's got a brain the size of a planet.

He thinks it's all about the insects,
does he?

Yeah. Yeah.

Placed inside the body.

It would require some
pretty specialist knowledge.

I mean, let alone where
you'd actually acquire them from.

A layman just wouldn't know that stuff.

Shit.

- Pig farms.
- What?

The killer wouldn't need to
buy the bugs, he could harvest them.

Right, I spent some time
on farms growing up.

What happens when you let
an animal corpse decompose?

Flies, they feed on it
and they lay their eggs.

And that is when the beetles and
the maggots make their appearance.

Oh, shit.

That's it.

That weird farmer, the guy in the bar,

accusing everyone
of stealing his piglets.

Mad Bob, right.
OK, we should go down there.

- What about dinner?
- I lost my appetite. Ring Phil.

Ah, pigs.

I do love pigs, me.

I say pigs, I mean sausages.

Wonderful animals, pigs.
They're cleverer than dogs.

So, uh, why don't we have, uh,
guide pigs?

We could, easily.

Sniffer pigs?

OK, right, OK,
we're getting off topic.

Erm, can we ask you some questions

about the piglet
that you think was stolen.

Don't think. It was.

Didn't just disappear
into thin air, did it?

Want a description?

Oh, no. I think we know
what a pig looks like.

Know what a saddleback looks like?

Thought not.
This isn't a big operation.

And you say it happened overnight, yeah?

It was there last time
I changed the feed.

Gone the next morning.

You don't have electric fences?

- Anything like that?
- Nope.

Have I seen you somewhere before?

Er, yeah, yeah, at the pub.

You came in accusing Trevor,
the landlord.

Could be him, easy.
The amount of pork he serves.

And that cook he's got, Shelley.

Cut price bloody Shakespeare.

If he's such a good poet,

why is he cooking sausages?

Yes. What I don't
fully understand is that,

well, you
clearly love your pigs.

So, um, how do you handle them
being, you know, slaughtered.

Love 'em? They're money.

Somebody steals my pigs,
it's like mugging me in the street.

Well...

Thank you very much.

We'll let you know
if we hear anything.

Why would someone go to
all that trouble to implicate Bates?

Well, so that everyone thinks
that Bates is the killer,

which is exactly
what the real killer wants.

But you can't get away with
killing a second time,

not with Bates in custody.

So what are you saying?
You think Poppy's still alive.

I think she might be, yeah.

I think it's possible.

- I think that was your lovely friend.
- Gavin.

- Shall we follow him?
- On what grounds?

Uh, fun.

He's been acting suspicious.

He was parked up
by the woods the other night.

Whoa, are we actually
doing this, guys?

What if he sees us?

- We will claim coincidence.
- Mmm-hmm.

- Come on.
- All right, fine.

There he is.

Isn't this fun?

Yeah, that's him.

Get off.

What the hell is he doing?

Only one way to find out.

Hey, listen. Just remember
you're pregnant, all right?

So if it kicks off, leave it to us.

All right. So, now what?

Right, we follow him inside.

One of us goes around the side
in case he bolts.

I'll go.

Wait here.

- Shit.
- Ah!

I've got him.

I've got him.

OK, OK!

Look, it was just a bit of robbing.
They're insured!

It's the Poppy and Abby show, innit?

Everyone's making
a nice bit of coin out of it.

Oh, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Yeah, well thanks for that,
school bully.

Helen, Helen.

You don't know anything about me.

Or anything about my life back then,

so why don't you just
shut your stupid trap?

Yeah, I've got to go
back up to Manchester.

Things are firing up
on that case I was working on.

Can you stay tonight,
go back tomorrow morning?

Maybe we could have
dinner tonight together.

Is everything all right?

Hey, what's wrong?

Look, Helen, whatever it is,
just spit it out.

I just don't think
I'm ready to be a mother.

Coming back here and seeing
all this pain and anguish,

it's like people make themselves
vulnerable just by having kids.

- Just by loving something that much.
- What's the alternative, hey?

Close your heart to risk
never being hurt.

- I need the loo.
- You've just been.

Yeah, but I got a baby
pressing down on my bladder.

I saw your picture in the paper.

Right.

You're a friend of Linda Bates.

And?

Can we talk?

Yeah, I'm coming out.

This is a bit of a nightmare, actually,

you being a friend of Steve's wife, but,

I'm hoping you'll help me.

Help you?

Prove he didn't kill anyone.

Why do you think he didn't kill anyone?

Because...

That night everyone reckons
he took Abigail Toms,

he was with me.

It was me he was meeting in that pub.

So you,
you and Stevie were together?

Yeah.

We had to meet in places
a bit out of the way.

- So you have an alibi for him?
- Well, sort of.

He didn't have time to
get back to Polesford and kill someone.

Why not go to the police?

I'm only 16.

How long have you been
seeing each other?

We didn't do anything, you know, sexual.

Not until my birthday.

He wouldn't.

We kissed.

OK, there's no need to get upset.

I'm shitting myself.

'Cause you know what they'll say?

They'll say "Well, there you are then.
He was into young girls.

"It's proof. He did it with Abigail
and Poppy as well. But he killed them.

"You could have been next."

- But that's crap, he's not like that.
- OK.

I understand.

You know we need
to take this to the police.

What did you say your name was again?

Rory Harcross.

Well,

Aurora.

Blame my parents.

Harcross?

Oh, God, I need some air.

I'm pregnant, I'm sorry.

You learn some respect.

Don't be scared, he's fine.

You don't believe her, do you?

- No, I don't.
- Why?

Because it means you're wrong?

Why would she lie?

What has she got to gain?

She's got text after text
proving the affair.

She gives Bates a rock-solid alibi

for the time you've got him
abducting Abigail Toms.

You're determined to prove me wrong,
aren't you?

Oh, my God.

It's not about you.

Why don't you see what's staring you
straight in the face?

You will not be the star
of this investigation

if you convict an innocent man.

Would you rather she take her story
straight to the papers?

Fine, I'll take it
once around the block.

Ah, by the way, your mate Linda is here.

Would you like to be
the one to tell her?

She's lying.

Polesford is full of
little bitches like that.

- I don't think so.
- You'd know, would you?

I know it can't be easy to hear,
but it can't hurt to have an alibi.

Can't hurt?

How would you feel

if some little slut came along saying
she was screwing your Paul,

saying she loved him?

I would be upset.

But given these
particular circumstances,

I would rather he was a shagger
than a killer.

What am I gonna
tell the kids?

I don't know.

How can we tell Charli
I know her stepdad is innocent

because he was with
a girl younger than she is?

What was she like?
Is she pretty?

- She's young.
- Mmm.

Firm tits, slim waist.

Know your enemy.

We learnt that a long time ago,
didn't we?

Who is she?

Helen, please tell me, what's her name?

You don't want to know.

I suppose that's why
I never came forward earlier.

Because I knew they wouldn't believe me.

They'll investigate.

I'll make sure they do.

I knew her.

Abby.

We went out together a few times.

Bonded when we found out
we had matching rose tats.

"Tit tats," she called them,
'cause they were...

You know...

There.

Can't believe she's dead.

Thanks anyway.

Oh, shit. Aurora!

Who, um...
Who lives with you in that house?

My dad, why?

Do you ever see your granddad?

He lives in Hull,
big deal on the council over there.

Why?

I used to know him.

Bye.

Are you gonna tell me
what this is all about?

- No.
- Oh, for God's sake, Helen.

You've been weird ever since
we came down here.

There's something.
I know there's something.

I don't want to discuss it.

We're having a child together, Helen,
in case you'd forgotten.

I think that bonds us pretty tightly,
don't you?

So, if there's any secrets, if there's
something that you're not telling me...

Helen.

Helen. Helen. Helen!

Helen. Helen. Stop. Stop!

I was abused.

Raped. Is that want to hear?

I was 13 years old
and his name was Peter Harcross.

- Harcross?
- Yeah, him.

He was a friend of my dad's
and my dad was a single father.

My mum had died and my dad
didn't know how to cope,

and Peter
pretended to be a helping hand.

And he knew that my dad was gay,

and he used that against me.

He said if I ever told anyone,
he would ruin him.

He would make sure that everyone knew,
and he was a councillor,

and my dad was still
in the closet back then.

And it... You know,
it wasn't just me.

It was Linda as well.

He got to her, through me.

- Helen, come here.
- No!

He wanted Jenny, I know he did.

He would turn up at the house

and he would pretend to be
surprised that my dad wasn't in.

He would help himself to a beer,

and he would sit down next to me
and he would rub my leg.

And I was so shit scared
that she would be next,

and I swore, I swore I would never...
I'd never let him get to her.

And he said,

he said that I had to keep loving him
or he'd try someone else,

and I knew he meant her.

That's how he would describe it,

"Loving him."

Like, like,

loving means lying still,
like you're dead,

and throwing your guts up after,

and running home so fast
you can't feel your legs any more.

My God, and Paula.

Paula calls me a bully.

And I was looking after them.

I was a bitch to her and Jenny
because I was trying to protect them.

Like I hadn't with Linda.

And it's ruined our lives.

You know, because it...
It never leaves you.

It never leaves you, not really.
It's fucking in here.

Every relationship, every fucking
relationship I have ever had,

I've, I've fucked up.

And it's, it's him that's to blame,
that filthy fucking bastard.

Hey, baby. No... No.

Helen. Helen. Helen, look at me.

Look at me.

Hey.

You haven't fucked up
every relationship, OK?

You've got me.

You've still got me.

Not for long.

What do you mean?

What are you saying, Helen?

I slept with someone.

Adam Perrin.

And it didn't mean anything much,
it was just screwing.

- But...
- Oh, fuck.

And don't ask me for reasons,
because I've got none.

He was there and I fancied him,

and I knew it would mess everything up,
but I didn't stop myself.

Because I couldn't,
like, I have never been able to.

The baby...

Tell me it's not his, Helen.

Tell me.

I don't know.

Oh, shit.

I really don't.

It could be his, Paul,
or it could be yours.

How could you do this to me?

How could you...

Why? Why would you do this to me?

Because it's who I am.

And I'm sorry. I'm...

Adam Perrin?

I'm sorry.

I've got to
go back to Manchester.

- No, Paul.
- You don't have any say any more.

- Just leave me alone!
- No, Paul. Please just...

Stay.

"Tit tat", she called them,
'cause they were...

You know.

There.

- What?
- Paul. Paul, I know.

I know who killed Abigail Toms.

It's Trevor. It's Trevor Hare.
I'll meet you at the pub.

Lovely girl, that Abigail.

She had one of them stupid tattoos
they all have. Huge rose.

That's, like,
goody two-shoes around here.

Where's Trevor?

- Where is he?
- I don't know!

- You can't go up there.
- I'm police.

You can't!

Helen!

Right, he's heading
for the lower villages.

There's only one road there,
so I think we can catch him.

Trevor knew
about Abigail's tattoo.

It's the same as Rory's. They both
have that rose in private places.

Plus, he's an ex-police,

so he knows all about
DNA and time-of-death scenarios.

And he's had all the coppers in his pub.

So, he's had the inside track
on everything.

- Hiding in plain sight.
- More than that.

He's flaunting it.

Telling people he used to give
Abigail and Poppy lifts in his car.

And it explains the fag end, too.

- From the Beer Garden.
- He knew Bates.

He knew exactly what
he was up to with Rory,

and knew he could set him up.

There he is.

I love you.

I know this road.
I know where he's going.

To the old pumping station.

Come on, it's this way.

- You OK?
- Yeah, it's not far.

Why the hell didn't we search this place
when we first came?

Probably under five foot of water.

OK?

That one.

Hey.

Helen. Be careful.

Oh, God.

- Trevor.
- Stop.

You shouldn't have come here.

You've put me
in a terrible position.

Because now there aren't many options.

- You don't want to kill her, Trevor.
- Kill her?

I love her.

You let us go, or I will kill her.

You try and stop me,
and I will kill you.

Where are you going to go?

Live on a little island? It's over.

It's all over, Trevor.

No, it's not.

Ah!

You OK?

Watch out!

Danny, Charli, are you looking
forward to seeing your dad back?

- It's my fault.
- No.

No. No. No, it isn't.

He was my friend, that...

My little girl.

My little girl.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Yeah.

You're not supposed to be here until
after the Trevor Hare investigation.

Yeah, I'm not here for that.

I'm here for something else.

I want to report
a historic case of child abuse.

Against who?

Me.

How historic?

- 20-odd years ago.
- And the perpetrator?

Peter Harcross.

He was a local councillor
in my hometown.

Works in Hull now.

Few years off retirement.

- Local government?
- Mmm-hmm.

- This will get attention.
- I want him done for it.

I'm so sorry
you've had to live with this.

You've seen me.

Drug dealers, criminals,
I can stand up to them.

But,

that man...

Paul, please. Please come home.

Let's, let's at least try.

Do you know, Helen, right now,
I can't even look at you.

Mikey, it's Theo.
I've got a problem.

They're gonna kill us.
They'll kill us all.

All right, we're gonna find who did it.

And hit back. The business
carries on as usual.

Every time he looks at me,
it's like I've got whore

written across my forehead.

You want a relationship with a woman
who doesn't even know who the father is?

Well, I love you.

Stay away from Frank Linnell.

I've got a bit of a reputation.
Some people see me a certain way.

How much blood is there?

It can't be a problem.

Do it.

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