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(Acorn TV jingle)

- Connor, you're not eating, you're not sleeping,

the way you're acting, you've been like this for weeks.

- Just shut the fuck up, mom!

For fuck sakes, why don't you just leave it?

- I've always wanted to ask.

What happened to you face?

- I've set up a meeting for you with the youth worker.

- Connor, tell me you trust me.

- Yeah, I trust you.

- A witness has come forward.

Says they say Carl Lewis around the Ellis address

at the time of the murder.

A warrant has been issued for Carl Lewis's arrest.

- You remember the name Delon Harris?

The girls. (mysterious music)

This is where you brought them.

- [Girl] You can trust me.

I told you you can trust me.

(panting)

(loud thudding)

- [Boy] You are so fucked up.

(mysterious theme music)

(faint sirens blaring)

(bells chiming)

(phone buzzing)

- Ms. List is here.

God, you must be freezing.

(slow music)

- You got a mint?

Cigarette breath.

- Altoids?

(machine buzzing)

(mysterious music)

(door slamming)

- What are you thinking?

- I don't know.

Doesn't feel right.

- Too neat.

- I'll let him sweat for a bit.

Go home, we'll have another crack in the morning.

- Okay.

Good night. - Night.

(somber music)

- Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

- What the fuck is going on?

- Just drive.

(dog barking)

(door creaking)

- Connor?

Con?

(dog barking)

(door creaking)

(dog barking)

(somber music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Morning, Wonkers.

How am I meant to do any business

with all these police around?

- [Man] Maybe you should find a new business.

- Maybe you should shut the fuck up.

What the fuck do you know?

You're just a kid.

- Fuck off, Jason.

- Pathetic.

This whole fucking family.

- So you gonna give us the lift there or what?

(dog barking)

(siren blaring in distance)

- Hi Beth, it's me.

Work.

Oh shit, sorry.

Yeah, I'm sorry, didn't think.

Okay, I'll call you later.

Okay bye.

- Morning, boss.

- Hi.

Three decades at the same school

and this was the only complaint made

against Geraint Ellis?

There was no rumors, no allegations, nothing.

Just this one complaint

that turned out to be catastrophic.

- I guess the school can't take any risks.

They have to act on what's being presented.

- Yeah, it was only his word against Karl's, though.

Why would Karl, he's got a good job,

a girlfriend, a life.

Why would he kill Geraint Ellis now

after all these years?

- You don't think he did it?

- I don't know.

He's hiding something.

I just don't know if it's this.

(phone ringing)

(slow music)

- Karl Lewis, cell three.

Just like to kick things on a bit,

if you don't mind.

(keys jingling)

- It wasn't him.

Karl Lewis, I just sat down with him again.

There was no abuse.

- So no motive?

- No.

- If we think he's telling the truth?

- Alice, could you get me the details

of the Karl Lewis witness, please?

- Get onto it now.

(bell ringing)

- [Boy] You okay?

- Sure.

- I won't tell anyone.

You don't need to worry.

- Why would I be worried?

- Well, it's just that,

you know with Lee and everything...

- That's tough shit.

None of his business.

- I haven't told him anything.

I promise.

You believe me, don't you?

- It's fine.

I don't care what you think.

Lee or Jason.

Can't choose if I'm leaving you.

- Yeah, I guess not.

- I try not to let people get close to me.

Takes me a long time to trust anyone.

- You can trust me.

- I hope so.

Don't fall in love with me.

It's not worth it.

(slow music)

(knocking on door)

- Hey. - Hey.

(knocking on door)

- Hi Mia.

Take a seat.

- Come on.

Let's get this over with.

Do what she says.

- I'm DI John.

This is my colleague DS Vaughan.

I've asked your mom to come join us today.

I think you know what this is about.

Karl Lewis?

You made a statement placing him at the scene of a crime,

which turned out to be false.

It's very serious, Mia.

- It's called perverting the course of justice.

Why did you lie?

- [John] Mia?

- 'Cause she's little Karl.

That's why.

Karl was my ex.

She doesn't like my boyfriends, never has.

- Do you know Karl?

- He used to say over with mom.

- Jealous, that's her problem.

- [Vaughan] Miss Owen, please.

- Ms. To you, if you don't mind.

- I spoke to your head mistress.

She says you're bright.

Clever.

You could go to college,

university, if you put your mind to it.

Making accusations like this, Mia,

might could put a stop to all of that.

- Were you hoping to get Mr. Lewis into trouble?

- It's not easy, you know.

Keeping up with school

with everything that goes on at home.

All the drama.

- [Mom] Cheeky miss.

- Karl used to come to the house.

Mom gave him a key.

I was 14.

No, 13.

He used to watch me when I--

- [Mom] You watch your bloody mouth!

- Please.

That's enough.

- The way he looked at me.

- Did he hurt you?

- No.

But I never felt safe.

The things he used to say when mom wasn't around.

- Did you tell anyone?

- I don't want you to think

that I was just being spiteful.

I knew straight away that I'd done something really stupid.

I'm really sorry.

- [Mom] You gonna charge or not?

- We'll give you a caution.

- Thank God for that.

I'm gasping for air.

- I'll go check up on her.

- Come on, let's get you back to class.

- I know mom can be...

She does try her best.

The way they treat her.

I just got angry for a minute.

- I can...

I can see that it's not easy.

- I'm sorry.

- Okay.

Hey.

You're fine.

Come on.

Oh Mia?

Geraint Ellis, the gentleman on the estate.

Did you ever have any interaction with him?

Do you hear of any trouble?

- No, sorry.

I wish I could help.

- Off you go.

(dramatic music)

- Said she'd rather walk.

- Immune to your charms?

- Not for the first time.

(phone ringing)

- Hi. - Cadi.

We've had forensics from the lab.

There's nothing linking Karl Lewis to the scene.

No match of the DNA under the victim's fingernails.

No match of the cigarette.

- And that's conclusive?

- Yes it is.

So, we can let him go?

- Yeah.

Release him.

- [Woman] Good, you can brief the team when you get back.

- Yeah, it won't be long.

(door creaking)

(slow, dramatic music)

- I'll call you back later.

- Yeah, you will.

- Hey, stop it.

Can't smoke here.

- It's okay.

- Put them away.

It's dangerous.

- Oh chill out.

- Hey!

- Dad, it's okay.

- Give me that.

Give it, give it!

- Piss off, you piss off.

(grunting)

- Pack it in!

Give it to me.

Don't be stupid.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- She your girlfriend, is she?

I bet she doesn't know half of it, does she?

- Shut it!

- Has your boyfriend ever told you

that he's been inside?

- Naughty boy.

- Leave it, will you?

Don't be such a child.

(dramatic music)

- Clear off.

Clear off, will you?

Before I call the police.

(car engine revving)

- Okay.

Ready to start again?

- The house to house interviews.

Jesus, here we go.

- Shall I?

- Oh no, it's okay.

I'll see you upstairs.

- Okay, and I'll get started when you choose.

(slow music)

- [Phone Speaker] Welcome to your voice mail.

You have no new messages and one saved message.

Saved message.

- [Man] Sorry I was in the garden.

If it's not too late I'll have a steak and kidney pie.

Thanks Cadi, see you in a bit.

- [Phone Speaker] Main menu.

If you would like to leave a message...

(door creaking)

- Hey, anything useful from Streise?

- Um, maybe.

We'll see.

How about you?

- Couple of follow ups.

We'll go out again, push harder.

- Got a brutalized body still laying in a morgue.

Some scraps of inconclusive DNA

and we've just released our only suspect.

- Sometimes the reason for doing this.

We'll find them.

- Doesn't always work that way now, does it?

Sometimes things are just meaningless.

No motive, no reason.

But yet we'll get there.

- I'm going home.

You heading out?

- [John] Uh maybe.

- Goodnight then.

(door creaking)

- Hello?

(indistinct TV chatter)

(suspenseful music)

- What are we doing back here?

Mia?

- It's all right, Con.

Just a bit of fun.

- Teach those fuckers a lesson.

- Coming?

(somber music)

(keyboard clicking)

(paper rustling)

- Drink?

(printer clicking)

- Shit.

(indistinct TV chatter)

(metal clanging)

- What the fuck are you doing?

Get out.

- Hiya.

- Get out, now.

- Why were you mean to me earlier?

- [Man] What are you talking about?

- You don't know anything about me.

- You need to leave.

- Get your hands off me!

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- Please, stop!

(gasping)

(grunting)

(glass shattering)

(coughing)

(metal clanging)

(somber music)

- I said give me the fucking keys!

- Get the fuck off me!

(grunting and shouting)

- Got a warrant to search these premises.

- You're not like your father, Connor.

I'm sorry for saying that.

And I'm sorry for the things that you saw.

- [Man] Connor in?

- [Mother] He's in bed, he's not going to school today.

- [Man] I just saw him. - [Mother] Sorry.

- [Man] Fuck!

(siren blaring)

- [Girl] I want you to leave me alone.

- I'm going out.

You stay here and don't answer the door to anyone.

- We've just lost our dad.

- I miss him.

- Yeah, me too.

- Mia, say something.

(somber theme music)

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