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999. What's your emergency?

Police.

One minute.

Police.

How can I help?

Send someone to Bronyfoel
Estate, 52 Harris Avenue.

May I have your name, please?

What's happened? Have
you had an accident?

52 Harris Avenue. Just send someone.

Mr Elis?

Mr Elis.

DCI John.

I'll be there now.

It's always darkest before dawn.

If you're going to kill someone,
that's the time to do it.

I thought I heard you.

How can someone forget how to sleep?

I know it won't happen
before going to bed.

It's so stupid, like
forgetting how to breathe.

And the wine helps because... ?

It's company.

I'm on a late shift, anyway.

OK.

I was so sure this was the
right thing for everyone.

You did the right thing.

It was always going to be difficult.

They'll come round.

It's nice having my big
sister home again, anyway.

We'll see how you feel in a few months.

Sorry, but I have to
go. See you tonight.

What do we know about him?

Geraint Elis, retired
teacher, lived on his own.

Who found him?

OK?

Go home.

We had a routine call
at the end of our shift.

- Who phoned?
- He didn't give a name.

Have you spoken to the neighbours?

Isn't it a bit soon for that?

Is it a problem for you?

- No.
- Good.

- Was the call from a mobile?
- Kiosk.

- Local?
- Just outside Blaenau.

It's been secured.
Forensics are on their way.

Yes?

Sam, I'm working.

I can't hear you.

Sorry.

OK.

There's not a lot I can do.

I'm in work.

I have to go.

- Everything all right?
- Yes. The baby threw up.

A health visitor is going over.

Hiya. I'm looking for the SIO.

You've found her. DCI John, Cadi.

- Rachel West, pathologist.
- DS Owen Vaughan.

- Nice to meet you. Shall we go in?
- Yes.

Get Despatch to send
over a copy of the call.

Get a coffee. You look like shit.

Thanks.

Let's get out of here.

- I'll fix it one of these days.
- If you say!

Your mother said not to buy
this place. Why didn't I listen?

You never listened to her.
That's why she liked you.

I had another one in yesterday,
wanting to charge his car.

I told him, "They're pumps not plugs."

Things change.

It's all right for city folk who
can charge every five minutes.

What are we meant to do here?

We'll have a cuppa at ten, and
one of those out of date biscuits.

Go away, Dad.

They've found him.

It'll give people
something to talk about.

You're quiet, Connor.

Not eating?

- I don't want anything.
- There's nothing here, anyway.

There are cops everywhere.

- Did you take them?
- What?

His fags.

- No.
- Kel! Where's the fucking coffee?

- Why do you put up with him?
- With what?

- Who is he this time, Auntie Kel?
- And you can fuck off, too.

- Let's go. We'll be late.
- You tell them.

- Oi. What do you think you're doing?
- Dinner money.

Kel!

Where's the fucking coffee?

OK. Thanks, bye.

- Heard anything?
- Not yet.

What about the kiosk?

They've lifted four
sets of fingerprints.

They're checking the
database for a match.

- And the cigarette on the landing?
- Forensics are on it.

I did a background check.

He didn't have a record.

Elis phoned the police often
over the past 14 years...

... usually to complain about children
throwing stones, stuff like that.

Did anything come of it?

No arrests.

A few local children had
a warning a few years ago...

- ... told to stay away from the house.
- Do we have their details?

One lad joined the army, and
we're trying to find the other.

- What else do we know about Elis?
- Not much.

He kept himself to himself.

Did they send the call?

Yes.

- 999. What's your emergency?
- Police.

One minute.

How can I help?

Send someone to Bronyfoel
Estate, 52 Harris Avenue.

May I have your name, please?

Sir, sir?

52 Harris Avenue. Just send someone.

What do you think?

Young, emotional.

It's possible he killed him,
or knows someone or something.

He doesn't want much to do with it.

Geraint Elis's daughter's address.

She's the only close family I found.

Can you send the sound
clip to be cleaned?

Are you getting out or what?

- I hated the fucking place.
- Why hang around?

Business.

Yes?

- Or you've got fuck all else to do?
- Oh, yeah.

See you.

Good of you to make an appearance, Mia.

- You're welcome.
- Sorry?

Nothing, Miss.

And so, Mr Wells.

It's an impressive CV.

Structural engineering and you
worked in Oman for a few years.

You're overqualified for what we need.

I just want to work.

You haven't worked
for almost three years.

That's what it says.

Why not?

A sabbatical?

Illness?

I just want to work.

You've been in employment from when
you were 19 to 32, then nothing.

I'm only trying to get a clearer
picture of your background.

- Mrs Jenkins? Rhian Jenkins?
- Yes.

Detective Sergeant Vaughan and DCI John.

Can we come in?

Your father's body was
discovered in the early hours.

We have reason to
believe he was attacked.

I'm sorry.

I realize it's a shock.

Mrs Jenkins. When did
you last see your father?

I hadn't spoken to him for years.

I know what you're thinking.

We're not here to judge.

You can't help someone
who won't help himself.

He was a teacher, is that right?

Yes, a chemistry teacher.

He loved it, it was his life.

Sorry to have to ask.

Do you know if anyone bore a
grudge against your father...

... someone who'd want to hurt him?

No.

Did he ever mention
problems on the estate?

- Problems?
- Children.

My father never talked about anything.

He was a very private man.

Can I see him?

I saw him...

... a few weeks ago...

... walking in the rain.

I was driving.

I could've stopped.

I didn't.

I carried on driving.

OK!

I asked you to read the poem...

... giving special attention
to the themes and structure.

Can anyone tell me what the measure is?

The iambic pentameter.

Well done.

"Remember me when I am gone away."

Can you hear it?

The rhyming pattern
underpins the themes...

... the cyclical nature of life.

Christina Rossetti was in
her teens when she wrote it...

... which is remarkable.

What is the poet's main message?

Jess?

She asks people to remember her.

Mia. Do you have a different answer?

No.

I have a better answer.

Enlighten us.

It's about how thinking about
the dead makes the living sad.

The dead don't know if
we remember them or not.

So grieving is a waste of energy.

Mia's right.

On the one hand, the poet
asks to be remembered...

... but also asks to be forgotten.

- Mia, a quick word.
- Hold on. Connor.

See you in a minute.

How did you end up in the north?

Change of scene.

Death's the same everywhere.

It must be hard sometimes.

Cases involving children are hard.

But you learn to look after yourself...

... take a holiday every now and then.

Thanks.

Trauma to the face...

... and bruising on the left maxilla.

The neck wounds suggest
some sort of strangulation.

Thank you.

There are tears on the upper body...

... and some broken ribs.

Thank you.

It took time then.

It was violent.

He suffered a lot.

It'll be hard to determine
the exact cause of death.

I should be able to say
more when we open him up.

What about the time of death?

We'll have to see.
The water didn't help.

We'll do our best.

Right.

I'd better get started.

Hello? Anyone home?

Hiya.

- Big night?
- Didn't sleep a wink.

What?

I hate it when you look at me like that.

- I saw Rhydian yesterday.
- Oh?

I was buying food. He was
looking at the ready meals.

- How was he?
- Fine.

- Can't you get through this?
- It's over, Beth.

None of this... none of this helps.

- What are you doing here?
- Dad's things.

- What?
- Sorry, but we need to sort it.

Why?

It isn't healthy to live in a limbo.

We have to deal with things.

Dad wouldn't want this.

- Have you discussed it with Cadi?
- I've tried. She's so busy.

You're both busy.

It was months ago.

I have black bags in the car.
I thought I'd start on it.

Beth's here. She wants
to go through Dad's stuff.

OK, let her, if that's what she wants.

I can't deal with this now.

We agreed to discuss anything
to do with Dad or the house.

What's there to talk
about? Beth's right.

It has to be done.

Dad didn't worry about
stuff, about things.

They meant nothing to him.

Please, there's no point
falling out over this.

He'd hate that.

I have to go. We'll talk later.

Hi.

We've tracked down the other lad.

He was 13 when uniform spoke to him.

He says he didn't go back to the house.

They were fooling around, he
said. Trying to goad the old man.

Why Elis?

There was a rumour that he
was interested in children.

Is it true?

There's nothing on his
record nor in the house.

The story started when he retired.

A man who lived on his own
like that was an easy target.

Have you spoken to the school?

Contact them.

Rhian said her father often
walked from the estate to town.

Check with traffic
about his last movements.

The press are clamouring
for information.

- Are there any suspects?
- Not yet.

- Who called?
- He was young, frightened.

The sound clip is being cleaned.
We've spoken to social services.

Alys is contacting local youth clubs.

OK.

We need to proceed with caution.

Of course.

Cadi.

Your father would be proud...

... that his daughter's a DCI.

Liam.

All right?

I'll take the bus home.

- Someone has to look after him.
- Look after who?

I'm going home on the bus.

Whatever.

See you later.

Don't start. I didn't
have time to go shopping.

Too busy fucking Prince Charming.

"The police want to discover the
caller's identity, a young man.

"They urge anyone with
information to contact them."

We're going to the lake, bring weed.

I wasn't headteacher when
Geraint Elis was here.

I was still working my way up.

I knew him as well as anyone.

What do you mean by that?

Well...

... some would say he was an eccentric.

Teaching was his life.

Yes.

Why would he retire...

... at 59 years of age
if teaching was his life?

There was an incident
that was never resolved.

A troublemaker...

... a boy with problems...

... accused Geraint...

... of touching him...

... interfering with him.

Was it ever proven?

- Was it ever proven?
- There were no witnesses...

... no evidence.

It was Geraint's word
against the lad's word.

The headteacher thought it'd
be easier if Geraint left.

Easier for who?

It was a difficult period. There
was talk of taking special measures.

What was the name of the
boy who made the accusation?

His name's Karl.

- Karl Lewis.
- Does he still live locally?

I don't know.

Pupils like Karl don't keep in touch.

If we still have his address on file...

... I'll ask the office
to e-mail it to you.

Great.

Well, thanks for you help.

I was sorry to hear about
what happened to him.

Once such an accusation is made...

... it's terrible to suspect someone.

Thanks.

Tomato sauce with chips,
not chips with tomato sauce!

Tell him, Con.

You heard her.

I have some news.

Drumroll, please.

Thanks.

The shop has given
me two extra shifts...

... which means we can
go on holiday after all.

Oh, yes!

Mia wants to know if you want to go out.

It'll do you good.

Go out with your friends.

- Thanks. Anything else?
- No, thanks.

If you want me to get
anything in for you...

... just let me know.

Thanks.

You looked very smart this morning.
Were you going somewhere special?

No.

Thanks.

We're closed.

- What's this shit?
- Maggots.

Fucking hell.

For fishing.

I've always wanted to ask you...

... what happened to your face?

Does it hurt?

Pity.

You'd be quite pretty otherwise.

We're closed, the till's closed.

- Give me some fags.
- The till's closed.

Then I can't pay for them.

What's wrong? Are you scared?

Mia.

Leave her alone.

Do you like the little
checkout girl, Connor?

No, I didn't think you did.

Let's go.

I'd better go home.

What a world to bring a baby into.

I don't know. It has
its share of wonders.

It's so easy for parents
to mess things up.

- Are you going home?
- Yes.

See you in the morning.

Ta-ra.

DCI John.

You don't have a life, either.

I suppose not.

We need to do something about it.

At least I had poor Mr Elis's company.

- Any findings?
- The toxicology was negative...

... several broken ribs...

... broken left wrist
and wounds to the skull.

- What killed him?
- Asphyxia due to drowning.

I think he was held down.

Held down.

There was foreign DNA
under his fingernails.

It suggests he fought
back against his attackers.

Was there more than one?

Yes.

The initial blow to the
head happened on the landing.

I'd say it was a prolonged attack...

... ending in him being put in the bath.

There would definitely
be two, maybe more.

I'll e-mail the full
report in the morning.

If you happen to pass...

... call in.

You don't have to bring a body.

OK. Goodnight.

Take it.

Take it.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Take her.

I'll die if I don't get to bed.

Come on! Come and get us!

We did it. We fucking did it.

How does it feel to be
dead, fucking paedo? Eh?

- Let's go.
- No.

Are you with us or what?

Do you know what?

Something's been on my mind all day.

What?

How did the cops find
out about the old man?

Stop the car.

- I'm taking Mia home first.
- Please stop the car.

It was you, wasn't it?
You phoned the cops.

- Why did you do that?
- What the fuck?!

- Stop the car, I said.
- Stop the car.

I didn't give our names...

... I just said where.

Now what?

He shouldn't have done that.

No, please don't!

Please!

Please don't!

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