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DC Diane Fry. Welcome to Edendale.

You met DC Ben Cooper.

Sickeningly overqualified and yet she willingly swaps

the bright lights of Leeds for Edendale.

Yeah, but why?

Joe Cooper was found beside his car beaten to death.

Been five years, and we're still no closer to solving it.

And I feel like I'm letting him down.

All you need to know is I was seeing a guy in Leeds.

It got messy, moved here, the end.

Sorry, Dad. I'm gonna have to stop.

It's times like these they expect us to buckle,

to fall, to give in.

But that ain't the way the border acts.

Ain't the way Withens neither.

Never will be.

They think they can bully us.

They think they can push us around.

They think we won't stand up for ourselves.

They couldn't be more wrong.

We're in a fight. A war.

Not only to save a village,

but to honour the past and protect our future.

And I'm here to tell you that if and when Firth Water

come for us,

or anyone else, for that matter, then we'll unleash the rats.

And they'll chew the flesh from anyone,

anyone that dares challenge us!

Hal wes thu, Folde, fira modor!

Hal wes thu, Folde, fira modor!

And if we go down, we go down fighting.

Fira modor!

Hal wes thu, Folde, fira modor!

Hal wes thu, Folde, fira modor!

I'm just here. Give us a call back.

Hal wes thu, Folde, fira modor!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

What?

The water's cold in the shower.

And?

Well, I need it hot.

Have you let it run a bit?

Yeah. Come on, quickly, cos I need to go to work.

Right, okay. It's the boiler. The pressure's gone.

It does it all the time. I'll sort it.

How long's it going to take?

Give me a minute.

Mm. I made breakfast. Help yourself.

I'm actually a coffee and go girl.

Oh. Oh. Sure you're that.

Oh, hang on a sec, before I forget.

The keys to the kingdom. Don't lose them.

It's Hitchens. Duty calls.

Okay. What do we have here?

- Who's that behind us? - Someone's in a rush.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Here we are, mate!

Hey! Slow down, mate. Hey, stop!

- Stop! Stop! - Stop! Whoa!

What are you playing at? You nearly drove into a crime scene.

I didn't... I didn't realise.

What, you didn't see the police or the tape?

- What's your name? - I'll just turn around.

- No, no, no. Name, please. - It's Hebden. Michael Hebden.

What are you doing up here, Mr. Hebden?

I'm on my way home from work. I thought I'd take a shortcut.

Where do you work, Michael?

- What does that matter? - Just answer the question.

Uh, up at Firth Water,

the water company at Hope Valley.

What's going on up here?

I'll tell you what's going on. You're gonna turn around,

and you're gonna use the road like a normal person.

Go on. Go on.

Is he kidding?

Listen, you're out in the sticks now, Diane.

Roads are just a suggestion.

She always gets here before us. How does she even do it?

I don't know.

Dr. Taylor.

Hello.

A dog walker found him about an hour ago.

Any ID?

Cheers.

Neil Goodwin, 23 years old, Withens.

Time of death?

As usual, the best I can offer is a rough estimate.

Judging from the pallor and rigour,

I'm pretty sure he's been here all night.

- Any murder weapon? - TBC.

But whatever it was, it was hard enough to shatter his skull.

Michael Hebden. You keep Firth Water out of Withens!

This is Neil's house.

He's obviously a very passionate man.

Clearly not a fan of Firth Water.

The door's open.

Hello?

- Hello? - Whoa, whoa.

Round the back. Round the back.

Stop! Police!

Stop!

Police!

Right, do you want to tell me

why a vicar is running from the police, pal?

- What are you playing at? - I'm sorry.

I'm Derek Alton. I'm the reverend at St. Asaph's.

What are you doing in Neil Goodwin's house?

I thought I saw someone in here.

I'm sorry I ran. You startled me.

You didn't think it was Neil?

Well, his car's not outside, so I got a bit worried.

Sorry, but, er, has something happened?

I'm afraid Neil was found dead this morning.

What?

I-I only saw him yesterday.

How? I mean, that can't be right.

Well, unfortunately, it's true.

Did you know Neil well, Mr. Alton?

Erm, no. Not especially.

But you saw him yesterday. What time was that?

Erm, maybe around 4:00 p.m.

I had an online meeting with my previous parish, and, er...

well, Neil, he popped in to say

he had to nip off to see someone.

- Popped in from where? - The church grounds.

He had recently started working as the caretaker.

He came highly recommended.

Always happy to help, apparently.

He didn't mention who he was going to see, did he?

Er, no. Not to me, he didn't. Sorry.

Erm...

May I go now, please? This is quite a lot to process.

Thank you for your help.

If we have any more questions, we'll be in touch.

Derek.

Lucas, what are you doing here?

I was looking for Neil. Is he about?

This is Lucas Oxley, a neighbour of Neil's.

You're not gonna believe this, but, erm...

Neil has...

I'm afraid Neil's body was discovered this morning.

Really?

I was only talking to him yesterday.

- When were this? - Early evening.

Could you be a bit more specific?

Do I know you?

Not to my knowledge, no.

It was around 6:00.

I was outside the pub having a smoke.

- What pub? - Only one pub around here.

The Fatted Calf.

Neil and I had a chat. I went back inside.

Did he say where he was going to next?

I didn't ask.

You should do a remembrance for him,

seeing as much as we all liked him.

What was wrong with him? Did you see how he were looking at you?

Oh, I don't know what that was all about.

- Should we have a look around? - Yeah. Let's.

- Is that what I think is? - A well?

Got it in one. Let's have a look.

Bit random.

Why would someone have a well in their garden?

Well, you never know until you look.

- Can't see anything. - No. There's nothing.

Worth a try.

Let's take a proper look inside Neil's house.

Quality stuff, this.

Know about antiques?

Eh? Every Sunday night, I had a bath, a jam butty,

and the Antiques Roadshow without fail.

Thought all kids grew up with that.

- Take a look at this. - Thank you.

What are these?

Whoa! Look at these.

Looks like Neil was being blackmailed.

"Repent or die." "Judgement is coming."

"The rats will eat you alive."

"Death is watching you."

The hell is that?

Neil Goodwin, 23 years of age, died from blunt force trauma

to the head.

He was last seen alive outside

the Fatted Calf pub in Withens yesterday about 6:00 p.m.

Two hours later, he was found dead in a local quarry.

And what we need to do is account for those two hours.

Tracy, can you see where that lettering might have come from?

Yeah, yeah. Will do, Sir.

Ben, Diane, you spoke with Derek Alton, the vicar?

Yeah. He was a bit skittish, wasn't he?

My bad.

Er, we also saw someone dressed up like a rat-like creature

with a weird mask on.

- Yeah. A rat. - Rat?

- A rat? - Yeah. Yeah.

And whoever it was, whatever it was,

was stood directly outside Neil's house,

and then just disappeared into thin air.

Listen, can we put that on hold for a moment?

Is no one gonna ask me why I'm a few minutes late?

Why are you a few minutes late?

Yeah. Thanks.

Er, I've been digging up some old case files, and...

Seriously? Everybody forgotten Emma Runshaw?

Anyone gonna fill me in?

It's your case, Todd.

All right. Emma Runshaw.

Only daughter of Howard and Sarah Runshaw.

Five years ago, she was going to see her boyfriend in Birmingham.

Never arrived. Disappeared en route.

Now have a little guess who her boyfriend was.

Neil Goodwin?

Bingo.

Anyway, last sighting of Emma was in a tiny hamlet

in between Edendale and Birmingham.

No witnesses, no CCTV, her phone were dead,

and her parents are convinced it's all down to Neil Goodwin.

You two are definitely going back to Withens.

You're going to pay the Runshaws a visit.

Oh, mate. Mate, don't forget tonight,

we're paying due reverence, yeah?

Yes.

What's that about?

Well, on this very day back in 1972,

Derby County won what was the old First Division.

It's a big deal.

- Upgrade offer. - Oh.

- Mrs. Runshaw. - Yes.

DC Ben Cooper. This is DC Fry.

Can we come in and have a chat, please?

Yes. Come in.

- Thank you. - I knew you'd be round.

I said to Howard.

I said our's will be the first door they knock on.

I mean, when we found out Neil was murdered.

Mrs. Runshaw, can we ask where you was yesterday evening?

Sat in watching the box with Howard.

Is your husband around?

Upstairs.

Can you shout him down?

Howard!

Police are here.

They think we've done away with Neil Goodwin.

Sorry. Just getting things ready for Emma Day.

We like to commemorate her each year since she's gone missing.

We're putting her photos and artwork

on display in the local church

so the village can remember her.

Be like she's never been away.

We were just establishing your whereabouts

last night, Mr. Runshaw.

I told him we were watching telly.

Which we were.

Right.

Can you tell us when either of you last saw Neil Goodwin?

Can't remember. Sarah?

Don't ask me.

We avoided him like the plague.

You still blame him

for the disappearance of Emma five years later?

It was him, all right. Make no mistake.

Well, according to our records,

he had a solid alibi the day Emma disappeared.

That was a pack of lies. He took her from us.

No doubt there's a reason you're saying that, Mrs. Runshaw.

He was controlling Emma.

By the time we realised, it was too late.

We challenged him, but she just vanished.

He's had her holed up somewhere all to himself, I know it.

But Neil came back to Withens to live.

And I begged and begged him to tell us where she was.

She just said that you both avoided him like the plague.

So which one is it?

Got a smart one here, Sarah. Better watch our step.

All Neil ever said to us

was that we should forget about Emma and move on.

If you knew what I went through bringing her into this world.

I almost died giving birth.

But I fought with all I had because I was going

to be her mum.

And he thought we should just move on.

Listen, let's park Emma for now.

She's not the reason we came here.

Well, you're the ones bringing her up.

It's like you lot have forgotten all about her.

No one calls us. There are no updates. Nothing.

Okay, like my colleague said...

Five years, and we're no closer to getting her back.

We're dying with this ruddy great hole in our lives.

If there's time, I'll try and follow it up.

I'm not making any promises,

but can we get back to talking about Neil, please?

Did you hear that, love? She's gonna find Emma.

No, I never said that.

Take these.

Get to know our beautiful daughter.

Then you'll see why Neil wanted her all to himself.

Right. Neil Goodwin's life in a nutshell.

We've got bank statements, letters, bills.

I mean, you name it.

- Thank you. - All right.

SOCO will have been through that.

Yeah, but I haven't.

What are they? Emma Runshaw's diaries?

Erm, yeah. Howard Runshaw gave me them.

Yeah, I know. Waste of time.

Nothing but the cliched agonies of

every teenager you've ever met.

I've done a bit of a deep dive on Neil.

So, it appears like he never had, like, a full-time job,

but did lots of cash-in-hand work.

Nearest and dearest?

Yeah. Both parents killed in a car crash.

Erm, he inherited the house. And his brother...

he emigrated to New Zealand.

Any previous?

Yeah. It was a public order in Birmingham.

Outside a nightclub. Eastside.

But, I mean, other than that, he appears like an angel.

Where did he stay in Brum?

- Tupton Lane. - Yeah, I went there.

I was seeing if Emma was beneath the floorboards.

Anything to get the stupid parents off my back.

- Any sign of his phone? - Erm, no.

No, service provider reckons it's switched off,

but they're gonna send over, like, call data

and last cell site when they have it.

What about his car?

Er, no. No sign of that either.

Well, guys, we are going to broaden the search tomorrow.

Odds are we find the car, we find the phone. Ben.

Derby time. Let's go.

Duty calls.

- See you tomorrow. - See ya.

Oh. Thought you were told to ignore them.

Yeah, but looks like I'm home alone tonight,

so what else am I gonna do?

Right. Night, night.

♪ Everyone's frightened of that Derby pride ♪

♪ Steve Bloomer's watchin' us ♪

♪ Helping the fight! ♪

What is that? What is that?

You've got to commit to the song.

- Shut up a second, mate. - Go on.

Tell me this, right?

What's it like with the new flatmate?

Ugh. Here we go. Er, no. Yeah, it's, er...

Yeah, it's fine. No problems.

No. No.

I want to know what she's like outside of office hours,

outside of those suits that she wears, I want to know.

I can't tell you what she's like cos she's only just arrived

there, so I can't give you any specifics.

Say it, right, like you want to bring a girl back home,

or you want to watch the football or...

No, no, no, right? Say it...

Say you want to walk around in your pants, right?

Right, the one thing that I've always said

that I will never give up is my freedom.

My right to be me. God-given right, yeah?

And I follow that to the letter. To... To the letter, Ben.

Otherwise, look, you'll never live.

It's not that deep. It's not that deep.

Anyway, I've got a housemate, not an incurable disease.

You know what I mean?

Well, I bloody hope not because I've been sipping

from your pint when you've been looking away.

Well, I've been spitting in yours, pal.

Mum, are you here?!

Mum, I've brought you dinner!

Mother!

No need to shout, love.

I could smell you upstairs.

- Hello. - Hello, love.

And it's way too late for dinner.

So...

...what are you really doing here?

Oh, straight to the point.

You should have been a copper, Mum.

No, actually, there is something I want to ask you.

Cos if anyone would know, it would be you.

So, what do you know about rat-like figures in Withens?

Oh. I think you're talking about

Satan's version of Morris dancers.

Call themselves the Border Rats.

Yeah, that's...

Why do they dress like that?

Well, it were to do with the workers who died

at the quarry at Withens.

It collapsed in the 1880s.

Hundreds of them died, and they were all found

with their fingers and toes and faces chewed

and even bitten clean off by rats.

- Wow. - Yeah.

- They ate the workers? - More than ate them.

They absorbed them.

That company didn't care how many men died,

just as long as their quarry could work overtime.

So the story is that the Border Rats were formed

to protect Withens from then on.

"Beware the rats, they will eat you alive."

What was that?

Oh, nothing. It's just a message I read.

Oh, Ben, be careful.

When the Border Rats feast, they eat both body and soul.

So, the phone was found in the brambles

on the path up to Mam Tor.

Now, we're still waiting for forensics on the blood,

but fingerprints have confirmed

that it is in fact Neil Goodwin's phone.

Now, it looks like Neil's killer grabbed the phone

and dumped it miles away.

So CCTV, traffic cams, usual, whatever they throw up.

- Yes, Tracy? - Yeah, I've looked into

the lettering found on the threat sent to Neil,

and it looks like it's been cut out of a Bible.

We don't know which version yet, but Forensics are on it.

Okay. Ben?

Ben?!

Anything on the vicar?

Er, still digging into it, sir.

Keep looking. Maybe next year, stick to the shandy.

Here you go. Made it extra strong for you.

Oh. Cheers.

Right, I, er... I spoke with my mum.

That thing we saw yesterday,

apparently it's called a Border Rat.

It's like a Morris dancer but a bit more vicious.

What?

I wanted to say this before.

I promise I, erm...

I wasn't prying or snooping around, but...

I came across the stuff you have on your dad's murder case.

I-I were just looking for a pen, and then I...

It's all right. It's all right.

It led nowhere, so I boxed it all away.

Don't that stuff belong here, on file?

I'll just find a second, I'll put it all back.

No one's gonna know, are they?

Before you do, I... I could take a look.

- Fresh eyes...? - No. No need.

I'm done with it, honest.

Thank you.

Right.

Derek Alton, let's get to know you properly, shall we?

There he is in his old parish.

Nice church.

So, why did you transfer to Withens?

Ben, you are thinking out loud.

Hang on.

St. Moden's is his old church,

and that's in Birmingham Eastside.

Didn't somebody mention Birmingham Eastside, right?

Yeah, Tracy said Neil used to

live there when he was in Birmingham.

Yeah. That's it, that's it.

So, maybe him and Alton knew each other from before?

No, he said he, er... he barely knew Neil.

No, but we found him in Neil's home.

You don't believe that burglar crap he came up with, do you?

I'm gonna go pay him a visit.

- See you in a bit. - Bye.

That'd block the altar.

I thought we could do it off to one side.

We want her front and centre.

Excuse me.

- You got news on him already? - What have you found?

I'm actually here to see Reverend Alton.

Sorry.

Reverend, could I have a word in private, please?

Yes. Of course.

- This way. - Thank you.

I just wanted to chat to you about your...

your last church, St. Moden's.

I'm okay sitting here, aren't i?

Er, yes. Of course.

What's that got to do with anything?

Did you know Neil lived in Eastside

while you were over there?

No, not at all.

Never came up between the two of youse?

- No. - That's weird.

Never mentioned?

He never asked you where you transferred from?

Never told you that he shared a flat in Eastside?

We barely spoke.

I just thought he might have said something in passing.

It's... strange, I think.

He worked outside, clearing the graveyard.

I thought you would have bumped into him a bit.

Maybe had a chat about the past.

I had no reason to go out there.

And I've been too busy here with the church.

Fair enough.

I saw a picture of your old church. Very nice.

And all this feels...

...kind of like a demotion.

Well, a house of God is a house of God wherever you go.

That's a nice Bible.

I couldn't have a look at that, could I?

Sorry, but I've had a few stolen recently.

Erm...

What I mean is people forget they've got them,

and then they take them home.

I'm trying to hang on to the ones I've got.

Bible thieves, eh?

You can give me some names of potential suspects if you like.

I'd better get back to the Runshaws.

Fair enough. I'll have a look round,

and then I'll be on my way.

Yeah. Thank you.

Why would you need to do that?

You see, my old man was a copper, too.

And he said to me, "Make sure you follow every path."

I'll let myself out.

Thank you.

Sarge.

- What? - Take a look at this.

Huh. Looks like Neil was about to have a big payday.

You come to repent?

Neil was selling to Firth Water.

It says Neil was selling his house and moving out of Withens.

How's that work?

He's got a bloody great big protest sign in his garden.

Firth Water must have convinced him to sell.

That's where Michael Hebden worked.

- Nice recall. - Thank you.

- Shall we pay him a visit? - Yeah. Let's do it.

I'll see you down there.

Yeah. Neil was selling up.

I managed to talk him into it just over a week ago.

Firth Water were delighted.

So, what about all the signs in Neil's garden?

Cos he was quite clearly against Firth Water.

Well, Neil and I decided to keep the sale between ourselves

in case there were any recriminations.

What sort of recriminations?

Well, you must have felt the anger around here.

The village would be up in arms.

They hate my guts as it is.

So, what, they'd go after Neil?

No. Well, he made sure that they wouldn't.

The minute the money was in Neil's bank,

he was gonna pack up and get the hell away.

Mr. Hebden, what exactly were Firth Water's plans?

They're going to buy up Withens and then flatten it.

There'll be a huge water refinery here instead,

and hundreds of jobs will be created.

It's a good thing.

But wouldn't you lose your home?

Oh, I couldn't care less.

As soon as they make me an offer,

I'm taking Firth Water's coin and getting the hell out.

Don't look like the rest of the village

is selling up anytime soon. - Oh, they will.

The minute they hear that Neil's house has been snapped up,

it'll be like dominoes.

All it takes is one person to throw in the towel,

and the rest will follow, guaranteed.

Why did you seek out Neil in particular?

Well, that's because of the well in his garden.

It's like a natural gateway to the underground springs.

Getting that means that Firth

have got Withens by the balls, so to speak.

It's all just a matter of time now.

Do you think there's a chance that someone could have

found out about Neil's plans?

Cos he was getting death threats.

Oh, God, I... I never even considered that.

Can you think of anyone that would threaten him?

Well, I don't know if I should say.

I mean, if that's what got Neil killed...

Mr. Hebden.

This didn't come from me.

But if anyone was sending threats,

it would be Lucas Oxley.

That's the guy we met outside Neil's house.

Well, was there any animosity between Neil and Lucas Oxley?

It's Lucas Oxley. There's always gonna be animosity.

So, Lucas Oxley.

Yeah. My dad arrested his son. Rowan, he was called.

That's probably why he was looking at me like that.

Saw some resemblance.

He was into everything.

Robbery, GBH, handling stolen goods.

You name it, they were doing it.

It was actually his wife, Lily, who gave my dad

a tip-off about him.

Apparently, he was always cheating on her,

so she'd had enough of him.

Word was she fled to Wales, but my dad never believed it.

He looked into it but never found anything.

You know what? I have to say, I think I'm with Hebden.

I would take first offer, and I would run with it.

Yeah. No, but this... this is their home.

You know what I mean?

Once these villages go, they're gone forever, aren't they?

And for what? A bottle of water in a supermarket.

If I lived here, I'd fight, as well.

And kill?

It's looking like it, innit?

Oxley finds out that Neil's selling up,

starts with the threats, it doesn't work,

so he escalates, takes it to the next level

to set an example for anyone else thinking of selling up.

Best get this.

Hiya. DC Fry.

Yeah.

Thank you. No, I appreciate it. Thank you.

Bye.

That was the hospital cos I asked them to dig out

Emma Runshaw's medical records.

The diaries were pretty much as Sarge said they were,

until I noticed "brave girl" stickers on some of the pages.

Like the type you get when you go to the dentist as a kid?

Yep. Or the hospital.

And now it's worked out that for every sticker,

it matches up with a hospital visit.

Now, it was a lot of visits.

Emma was in and out of casualty

right up until the time she disappeared.

Maybe we should pay the Runshaws another visit.

- Howard's still over at church. - Oh, that's okay.

We can do this with you, Mrs. Runshaw.

Well, how can I help you now?

We're concerned with the unusually high number

of hospital visits Emma had over the years.

That's what you get for being a tomboy,

doing all the daft things that boys do.

Even at two years old?

Cos the hospital told me that

was the first time she was admitted.

That's cos she had that illness.

What's it called when you keep bumping into things?

Dyspraxia.

Howard's right. You are a bright one.

The first time it happened, we gave her a dolly,

and it turned out to be a big mistake.

Why's that?

Well, it became a thing.

She knew she'd get a dolly every time she went to hospital.

You know what kids are like.

Was Emma leaving home, Mrs. Runshaw?

Whatever would make you think that?

Well, in our case notes,

it said that Emma left with a suitcase.

I mean, why would she do that

if she was just visiting Neil for the weekend?

Because that snake Neil told her to.

He was controlling her, we told you.

He told her to pack her suitcase,

he told her to get on the bus,

and he told her he'd be waiting for her,

waiting to take our precious daughter away.

Neil had an alibi for when Emma disappeared,

and yet you maintain he took her.

It don't make sense.

It was a made up alibi. Why won't you listen?!

That phone that was found at Mam Tor,

turns out it's not registered to Neil Goodwin,

so call me when you get this, all right?

Ooh.

- Do you want to slow down, man? - Sorry, mate.

Right. So, what are we thinking?

Let's say the Runshaws did do something to Emma, right?

Somehow Neil finds out, and they know that Neil knows.

So, what? They... They do something to shut him up?

It's something we definitely have to follow up on.

Yeah.

- Do you want a coffee? - No, I'm okay. Thank you.

All right.

- Who's that little fella? - Oh, erm, it's nothing.

Want to talk about it?

It's nothing, and we've got work to do.

Well, it's obviously not nothing

because you've been jumpy all week.

Is that your ex or something?

We are not doing this,

and we are definitely not doing this here!

Well, you explain, right?

Every time he texts or calls, you freeze.

So you obviously don't want to see him.

Yet he's turning up here, dropping off gifts for you.

- Is he a nutter? - It's fine.

You need to do the right thing and report him.

Leave it, Ben. I've got this. Trust me.

Yes, Dr. Taylor?

Yes?

Sir. They've identified the splinters in Neil's head wound.

It's a hardwood, from a black walnut tree.

Black walnut.

Presumably, he wasn't hit with the whole tree,

so we just have to find out what

did they make out of black walnut?

Show yourself, then.

You like it?

You big chicken.

You never said what happened to your old one.

I honestly don't know, Lucas.

Of course you don't.

But take it from lessons learned long ago.

Silence is the best friend you never knew you had.

Right, so it's definitely not Neil's phone.

No. No.

So, network provider reckons it's a burner

cos it's not registered anywhere.

But the weird thing is, when they opened it up,

the only number they found on it were Neil's.

So whoever owns this phone has been calling Neil on it.

Yeah.

And according to his provider, he's been calling them back.

But why would a phone that don't belong to Neil

have his blood and fingerprints on it?

God knows.

Right, I need some fresh air. My head's pounding.

Right.

Mind if I run something by you?

You're going to anyway, so...

Look, it's about Emma.

She... She stepped off a bus in a...

Right, Diane. Diane, my head is banging, yeah?

We just... We need to follow up on Lucas Oxley,

find out who's been calling Neil,

let alone who hit him over the head with a lump of...

of walnut. - Which is what I am doing.

Look, Emma got off the bus in a tiny village.

There were no CCTV, no traffic cams,

nothing to record her movement.

But why did she get off the bus

when the bus was taking her all the way to Birmingham?

That's what Sarge said.

He said whoever abducted her picked her up

from that point, didn't he?

What if Neil helped her escape?

What if he was waiting there to take her somewhere safe?

Yeah, well, Neil had an alibi, didn't he? He had some bloke.

He spent the whole day with him in Birmingham.

- We need to talk to his alibi. - Ugh!

Every path, Ben. We go down every single one.

See? Now that's weird.

Why are you saying that? Where have you got that from?

I don't know, I just heard it somewhere. Why?

Oh, nothing. It's just something my dad used to say.

Come on, then, let's do it.

Right, let's see who gave Neil an alibi.

Ben, look at this.

- What? - Look.

- Every damn path. - Derek Alton.

He told me he'd never met Neil before.

Hello, Derek.

We just have a few questions to ask you, if you don't mind?

I'm sorry. You've reminded me. I better put a sign up or...

That can wait. That can wait.

Why did you tell me you'd never met Neil

when he was in Birmingham before?

Because I didn't.

Only you did, because five years ago,

you gave Birmingham Police a statement saying

that you were with Neil the day that Emma Runshaw went missing.

Neil asked me to do it.

He said they'd believe a man of the cloth.

Okay. Okay. So where was he instead?

He just said he needed an alibi. I didn't question it.

Right. So, you do know providing a false alibi is

a serious offence?

So, you just happily went along and did it, though, right?

You must have known Neil pretty well to do

something like that for him.

Come on, Derek, you don't just leave your old parish

and come to a run-down village for nothing, do you?

Neil and I...

we were in a relationship at the time.

I...I thought he was dating Emma back then.

It was a front. They were best friends.

She helped him out, he helped her out.

So, did the Runshaws know about you and Neil?

They hated Neil.

And I may have well defended him a bit too fervently.

The Runshaws are adamant that Neil's alibi was a lie.

I mean, did you end up telling them what you did for him?

Two weeks ago. They pried it out of me.

They're nothing but horrible bullies.

I didn't have a choice.

What's that?

Okay, if the Runshaws only found out about Derek's fake alibi

recently, then that would explain why they killed Neil now

and not five years ago.

Derek!

Ah. I thought I...I should try and tidy up a bit.

I pull... I pulled back the tarp where Neil was

clearing up and...

Ben, it's not in a coffin.