All language subtitles for Hidden Craith_2

Mali Pryce, 16 years old.
Went missing in April 2011.

So she was held somewhere?

For how long?

We could be looking at months, not weeks.
Possibly even longer.

East wind. Always brings trouble.

That brought me back.

Like I said. Trouble.

You OK?

Yeah, just knackered.

- We need to have some fun.
- Stop. Leave me alone!

Megan!

OK.

Llinos Evans was reported missing
in March 2007 by her foster parents.

Geraint and Anwen Richards.

Now this wasn't the first time that
Llinos had run away from a foster home.

She had history.

She had only been with the
Richards' for seven months

before she was just vanished into thin air.

Now, if I can draw your attention to
the bracelet that she is wearing in

this photograph.

This was taken a couple of
days before she went missing.

Now if we compare it with the bracelet
we found on Mali Pryce yesterday morning,

the similarities are obvious.

You think it could be the same one?

A word of caution, let's not jump
to any conclusions quite yet.

After all, this style of
bracelet is very common.

But what we'll need to do,
as a matter of priority

is to go back through the MisPer
files on both these girls.

Re-examine witness statements.

Check names, dates, times.

See if we can establish
any sort of connection

between Mali Pryce
and Llinos Evans.

So far, the team have visited up to
30 addresses in the immediate area

surrounding Pantwern.

We've prepared this
statement for the press.

OK. We've kept it short.

We don't want to release any details
about Llinos Evans at this stage.

How sure are we about this?

Two girls.

Similar age, similar build.

Both with dark hair.

Both go missing within a
ten-mile radius of each other.

Could all be a coincidence.

But I just... It doesn't feel that way.

We're going to need more than gut
instinct and a silver bracelet

before we face the ACC and
Deputy Chief Constable.

Let's keep our focus on Mali
Pryce for the time being.

Keep digging her past,
see what we can find.

We've got an address for an old
school friend of Mali's, Sara Dean.

They were cautioned together
for shoplifting two months

- before Mali went missing.
- Good.

Let's talk to her. See what she has to say.

Sorry to disturb you.

We're just going house to house in
the area, making some enquiries.

My name is Police Constable Ryan Davis,

my colleague is Police
Constable Marie James.

We were wondering if we could
ask you a few questions?

Yeah.

I don't know how closely
you follow the news

but a young woman's body was found

yesterday morning in the river at Pantwern.

On Monday night, the night of the 16th,

did you see or hear anything suspicious?

No.

No suspicious activity?

No strange person or persons in the area?

Nobody comes this way.

Does anyone else live here
on the premises with you?

Yes. My granddaughter and my son live here.

- What's your son's name?
- Dylan.

- And the girl's mother?
- She's gone.

- She's left.
- How old is your granddaughter?

Ten.

And your son, does he have another partner?

Girlfriend?

What's that got to do with you?

We're just trying to establish whether
your son was home on the night of the 16th.

- That's all.
- Yes, he was.

We'll need to speak to your son.

Is he home?

No.

But he will be here tonight.

I don't know what time.

He works shifts.

OK?

You know what, I think we're done here.

That's everything, thank you for your time.

She was friendly.

It takes all sorts.

Don't I know it.

Hey.

Hi, Isabel.

Yeah, good, thanks.

Yeah.

Is Mam home?

Do you know when she'll be back?

Is she working late tonight?

Yeah.

No, it's OK. You don't have to do that.

It's not important.

What?

No, everything's good.

Yeah. I'm getting into the
course after freshers.

Yeah!

Is that Charlie?

Yeah.

I bet he's not missing me at all.

No, everything's good.

Hey, there's someone at the door.

Yeah.

Tell her I phoned.

OK.

Speak soon.

Bye.

Bye.

You two seemed to hit it off.

What can I say, I've
always loved a halfwit.

It's why we get on so well.

Shit.

Keep an eye on him for me, will you?

Hey, Dad.

Dad?

What are you doing?

You're supposed to be resting.

I'm just sorting these.

I've been meaning to do it for a while.

I've got nothing better to do with my time.

Dad.

The second-hand book shop will
take some of these, won't they?

And those that aren't
worth very much, well,

they can go to the charity shop.

I don't know, they're fussy about
what they take now, you know.

I forgot.

Nobody reads any more.

You look tired. Why don't you rest?

After what happened yesterday, well...

we don't want a repeat performance.

- You know what Aileen said.
- I'm fine.

There's no need to fret.

I just need to do this.

OK, OK. I'm not here to nag.

Just give me a shout if
you need anything, OK?

Have you eaten anything today?

Yes.

What about your tablets?

- Yes.
- All of them?

Yes.

Is everything OK up there?

Dad?

Is that from Cadi?

Her handwriting was always atrocious.

Aww! When was this taken?

Look how young she is.

She looks about 12.

You'll have to show this
to her when she comes home.

I don't know. We'll see.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just that...

Nobody knows what will
happen in any given moment.

You spend your life worrying
about your children.

You want them to be safe.

To be happy.

And you think that there
will always be time.

Yeah, but we're all here now,
Dad, and that's what matters.

I'll go put some food on.

You don't have to eat it now,
you can reheat it later.

OK?

Meg?

Megan?

Megan, what the fuck?

What's going on? Where have you been?

- What happened last night?
- Nothing. It was nothing.

You OK? I texted you, like, five times.

I'm sorry, I didn't have my phone on.

Well, you could have texted
back to let me know you were OK.

Why did you leave like that last night?

I just wasn't feeling very well.

Needed to get out.

Look, I've got to go,
I've got a seminar now.

OK. What are you doing later?

Library, probably.

I don't know. I've got that essay.

Are you sure everything's OK?

You can speak to me.

You know, about stuff.

- Anything.
- Yeah, I know.

I, I'm fine.

It's just...

I'm just late for class.

OK. Well, text me later if
you want to do anything.

Yeah.

Hi, Els, what's up?

Hi, Cad, where are you?

Still at work, why?

Nothing, it just sounds like you're
outside somewhere, that's all.

What is it, are you OK?

Yeah. What are you doing tonight?

Do you want to come over to the house?

- Tonight?
- We need to talk.

Yeah, I can't tonight.

I'm sorry. I've got too much on here,
I don't know when I'll get away.

OK. When then?

I don't know.

- Tomorrow maybe?
- OK.

Have you spoken to Dad today?

No, not yet.

It's been hectic here, you know how it is.

You? Is he OK?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, he seems fine.

But he probably wouldn't say
anything to us either way.

You know, Cadi, you could show a
bit more interest once in a while.

Seriously, Elin?

Do we really want to do this now?

I'm sorry.

I'm tired.

So tomorrow night, then?

Yeah. Tomorrow night.

OK.

So what have you got for me?

Ieuan Rhys. I've been
doing a bit of digging.

Known associates, criminal
records prison sentencing dates.

He served eight months for theft,

ten months for handling stolen goods.

Possession, an aggravated assault charge.

Some other minor offences.

The list goes on. Here's what
we have on the known associates.

We've also found an address for
Geraint and Anwen Richards.

Llinos Evans' foster parents.

We've spoken to the wife, Anwen,

and she told us that her
husband passed away last year.

June the...

8th. Aside from that there's not
much more she could tell us.

She was asked about the bracelet?

She was. She couldn't remember
ever seeing it on Llinos.

That's frustrating.

You need me for anything else?

No, that's everything. Thanks.

OK, well, I should...

I'll let you get on.

I don't know if you know,

but a few of us are going out
for drinks this Saturday.

If you're free, you should come.

It might be fun.

Let me think about it.

OK.

Hi, Mam. It's me.

No, I was over in the library.

Everything's good, yeah.

The course is great. I'm
really enjoying it.

Yeah.

Yes, I'm making friends.

I said I'd make an effort,
and I am.

No reason. I just wanted to
see how you are, that's all.

No.

No, I wasn't upset.

I don't know why she said that.

I know she wouldn't lie.

I know it was my choice to be here.

I'm not being snappy.

OK.

Text me a time and I'll ring you.

Hiya.

You can leave the pattern
on the plate, you know.

It's good. You've got
Bethan to thank for it.

Well, I didn't think you made it.

Well, somebody had to learn
to cook in this family.

And it was never going to be you or Elin.

If God wanted me to cook,
why did he invent takeaways?

- How are you feeling?
- You know.

The occasional twinge.

Just enough to remind me that this
machine of mine isn't going to last

very much longer.

Well, I see you've kept
yourself busy today.

Rearranging the front room.

Where did all those bloody books come from?

And why have I been keeping
them all these years?

Yeah. The junk we accumulate.

All we need are the clothes
we're standing up in

and the clothes
we're changing into.

Everything else is just decoration.

Still travelling light, even now.

I remember watching you once, years ago.

You could only have been

about seven or eight.

You were trying to dam
a stream on the beach.

Trying to stop the water
from reaching the sea.

And every time you held it
back it changed its course.

Burst its banks.

Found another way.

You were furious.

But you still fought against it.

Two forces of nature
competing with each other.

I knew then that...

nothing would hold you back.

I often wonder what would've
happened if you'd stayed.

If you hadn't left when you did.

It was hard.

Not having you around.

I sometimes feel as though I've...

missed out on so much of your life.

You see, Cad, the problem
with the stream...

is that it pushes
everything and everyone...

out of its path.

I wasn't trying to exclude you.

I just...

I'm happy doing what I'm doing.

I know that.

Dad, I...

A word of advice.

Dying men, they talk a lot
of sentimental nonsense.

That's the end of the sermon.

I won't tell you not to work too
late because you won't listen.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I had fuck all to do with it,
I never touched the bitch.

My heart bleeds for you, Mr Lewis.

You've got a nasty cut there.

How did it happen?

Are you OK?

What happened last night?

Nothing. It was nothing.

Dad doesn't have more time.

Jesus, Els.

Yeah, well I'm sorry, Cad, but it's true.

We sure about this? About the
connection between Mali Pryce

and the attack on Lowri Driscoll?

If that was our man who
attacked Lowri last night,

it's only a matter of time
until he tries it again.

Who the hell are you?