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(bright music)

(rain whooshing)

(phone beeps)

(phone rings)

(electricity sizzles)

- [999 Operator] 999, what's your emergency?

- [Male Caller] Police.

- [999 Operator] One moment.

(phone beeps)

(suspenseful music)

- [Police Officer] How can I help?

- [Male Caller] You need to send somebody

to the Blaenau Ffestiniog Estate, 52 Harris Avenue.

- [Police Officer] Can I have your name please caller?

Tell me what's happened, have you had an accident?

Sir?

Sir?

Can you give me a name?

- [Male Caller] 52 Harris Avenue.

Just send someone.

(rain pattering) (suspenseful music)

(electricity sizzles)

- [Male Officer] Mr. Ellis?

- [Female Officer] Mr. Ellis?

(dramatic swelling music)

(shower curtain rattles)

(flies buzzing)

(soft suspenseful music)

(phone buzzing)

(sheets rustling)

- DCI John.

Be there as quick as I can.

(woman sighs)

(stairs creaking)

It's always darkest before the dawn you know.

That's why if you wanna bump somebody off,

it's the best time to do it.

- I thought I heard you.

Tell me.

How can your body forget how to sleep?

I mean, I know even when I go to bed

that it's not gonna happen.

So stupid.

It's like forgetting how to breathe.

- And the wine is helping because?

- It's keeping me company.

And anyway, I'm on lates.

- Okay.

- [Elin] I was convinced

that this was the best thing for everybody.

- You did the right thing.

It was always gonna be rough

but they will come round, in time.

Well, it's nice to have my big sis at home again at least.

- Let's see how you feel about it

in a month or two, shall we?

- I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to go.

I'll see you tonight yeah?

(suspenseful music)

(radio muttering)

What do we know about the victim?

- Geraint Ellis, retired school teacher, lived alone.

- [Cadi] Who found him?

(dog barking) (birds chirping)

You okay?

- Yeah, thanks ma'am.

- [Cadi] Go home.

- We were both at the end of a shift, routine call.

- Who called it in?

- [Ryan] Anonymous.

- And have the neighbors been questioned?

- No, it's a bit early for that isn't it?

- Is that a problem for you?

- No.

- Good.

(camera shutter clicks)

So this anonymous call, was it made from a mobile?

- Phone box.

- Local?

- Just outside Blaenau.

They've called it and our forensic's headin' there now.

(camera shutter clicks)

(phone rings)

Sorry.

(footsteps thumping)

(eerie music)

(melancholy music)

(camera shutter clicks)

(speaking in Welsh)

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, trouble keepin' her food down.

Her sister's comin' over later.

- Hi, I'm looking for the SIO?

- [Cadi] That's me, DCI John, Cadi.

- Rachel West, phrenologist.

- DSO Owen Vaughan.

- Nice to meet you both.

Shall we?

- Yeah, after you.

Get onto dispatch, get them to send over a recording

of the anonymous call, oh and get yourself a coffee,

you look like shit.

- Thanks.

(dog barking) (suspenseful music)

- Come on, let's go.

(peaceful music)

(feet pattering) (birds chirping)

(door creaks)

(man panting)

(suspenseful music)

(water whooshing)

(door bangs)

(gate rattling)

(crow cawing)

(metal clanging)

(water whooshing) (birds tweeting)

(door bangs)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps clacking)

(brakes screeching)

(siren wailing)

(ominous music)

(water splashing)

(footsteps thumping)

(door creaks)

(dog grunting)

(door rattles)

- They found him.

- Give people something to talk about.

You're quiet, Connor.

- [Kelly] Not eatin' Lee?

- Not hungry.

- Nothin' in anyway.

Jesus, I'm gaspin'.

- There's cops crawlin' all over the place.

- [Kelly] Did you take 'em?

- What?

- His fags.

- No.

- [Glyn] Oi, Kel, where's my fucking coffee?

- Why do you let him speak to you like that?

- Like what?

- Who's it this time, Auntie Kel?

- [Kelly] You can fuck off too.

- Come on, we'll be late.

- [Kelly] That's right, you tell 'em.

Oi, what are you doin'?

- Lunch money.

- [Glyn] Kel, my fucking coffee!

(door bangs)

(plates clinking)

(siren wails) (engine roaring)

(doors thumping)

(footsteps tapping)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, great, will do.

Thanks, bye.

- Anything from Rouster House?

- [Owen] Nothing yet.

- What about the phone books?

- They've managed to isolate four sets of prints.

They're checkin' the database now to see

if there are any matches.

- What about the cigarette on the landing?

- Forensics are running checks.

I ran a check on Ellis.

No police record but I found this.

Accordin' to the log, Ellis made a number of a calls

to the police over the 14 year period leading up

to his death.

Complaints mainly about local kids makin' a nuisance

of themselves, throwing stones, that kinda thing.

- Was there any follow up?

- No arrests.

Couple of local kids were warned a few years back,

told to stay away from the property.

- Do we have any of their details?

- One of the boys has moved away, joined the army

and we're trying to trace the other boy now.

(Cadi sighs)

- So what else do we know about Ellis?

- [Owen] Right now, not a lot.

Seems to have kept himself to himself.

(phone rings)

- Do we have the audio of the anonymous call?

- [Owen] Yeah.

- [999 Operator] 999, what's your emergency?

- [Anonymous Caller] Police.

- [999 Operator] One moment.

- [Police Officer] How can I help?

- [Anonymous Caller] You need to send somebody

to the Blaenau Ffestiniog Estate.

52 Harris Avenue.

- [Police Officer] Can I have your name please caller?

Tell me what's happened.

Have you had an accident?

Sir, sir?

Can you give me a name?

- [Anonymous Caller] 52 Harris Avenue.

Just send someone!

- [Owen] What do you think?

- Young, male, distressed.

Perpetrator possibly or he just knows something.

Someone doesn't wanna get involved.

- An address for Geraint Ellis' daughter.

The only next of kin I could trace.

- Thanks, oh, Alice could you send the audio

to be cleaned up please?

Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

(cars whooshing)

(sirens wailing)

- You gettin' out or what?

Fuckin' hate this place.

- Why do you keep hanging around here then?

- Business.

- Is it, or have you just fuck all else to do?

- Oh yeah.

- [Mia] See ya later.

(engine rumbling)

(people chattering)

(shoes tapping)

(phone rings)

- Mr. Wells, you've got an impressive CV.

Structural engineering and you worked in a mine

for a number of years.

Do you think that perhaps you're a little overqualified?

- I just want to work.

- It's been nearly three years

since you last had a job.

- [Siôn] That's right.

- Why was that?

Career break?

(suspenseful music)

Were you ill?

- [Siôn] I just want to work.

- [Brunette Man] You worked from the age of 19

to 32 and then nothing.

I'm just trying to get a better picture

of your history.

(ominous music)

(tires crunching)

(glass tapping)

(melancholy music)

- Okay, I asked you to read the poem

and pay special attention to the themes and structure.

Can anyone tell me what form it's written in?

- [Blonde Student] It's in the iambic pentameter, sir.

- Good.

"Remember me when I am gone away."

Can you hear it?

The rhyme scheme also draws attention to the themes.

The cyclical nature of life.

Christina Rossetti was just a teenager when she wrote this.

It's quite remarkable really.

So what's the poet's main message, hm?

Jess?

- [Jess] She's asking to be remembered.

(Mia snorts)

- [Teacher] Mia, have you got an alternative answer?

- No, I've got a better one.

- Please, enlighten us.

- She's saying that thinking about the dead

makes the living unhappy and since the dead don't know

if we remember them or not, grieving is essentially

a pointless exercise.

- [Teacher] Mia's right.

On one hand, she's asking to be remembered,

but she's also askin' to be forgotten.

There's an inner tension in the poem.

(bell rings)

- See ya later, yeah?

(suspenseful music)

(Connor panting)

(door creaks)

(boys chattering)

(camera shutter clicks)

(door bangs)

- [Cadi] So what brought you to North Wales?

- Oh you know, change of scenery.

Death doesn't really change much though does it?

Not really.

- Must be hard sometimes though.

- Children are hard.

Cases like that.

You learn pretty quick to look after yourself.

Take a break every now and again.

- Decompress.

- Thank you.

(shutter clicking)

Significant swelling to left orbit.

Traces of hematoma to both cheeks.

Pressure bruising to the neck area.

Thank you.

So, where were you stationed?

Iraq?

- Oh, Basra.

- Well that was a bloody mess.

Extensive bruising to upper torso.

And couple of broken ribs by the looks of it.

Thank you.

- So this was a prolonged attack?

- It was certainly vicious.

A great deal of suffering.

Precise cause of death'll be difficult to ascertain.

I should know more once I've opened him up.

- What about time of death?

- Well, we'll have to see.

And the water won't have helped.

I'll do my best.

Right, well, this is where it gets messy.

(birds chirping)

(woman sighs)

(door creaks)

- [Bethan] Hello?

Anyone here?

- [Elin] Hello you.

- Heavy night?

- I wish.

(objects clattering)

What?

I hate it when you look at me like that.

- I saw Dennis today.

I was buying some food.

Found him in the ready-meal aisle.

- How is he?

- He's okay.

Is there no way that you two could get through this.

- It's over, Beth.

And this, this isn't helping.

What are you doing here anyway?

- Dad's stuff.

- What?

- [Bethan] Sorry Els, but it needs to be sorted.

- Why?

- Because it's not healthy.

Living in limbo like this.

There are things that need to be dealt with.

This is not what dad would've wanted.

(melancholy music)

- Have you spoken to Cadi about this?

- I've tried, she's just so busy.

You both are.

It's been months.

Look, I've got some bin bags in the car.

I thought I'd make a start.

- I'm sorry if I offended you about the army thing.

- No, it's fine.

- It's just when they talk about death as collateral damage,

I mean, they're talking about people.

(phone dinging)

- Sorry I'm gonna have to deal with this.

- We're almost done anyway.

I'll send through the full report once I've finished.

Leave your number on the table over there.

I'll call if I have any questions.

- Okay.

(birds cawing)

(phone ringing)

Hi El, what's up?

- Beth's here, she wants to start going through dad's stuff.

She won't let it go.

- [Cadi] Okay, well, let her if that's what she wants to do.

- I can't deal with this at the moment.

We agreed.

Anything to do with dad, anything to do with the house,

we'd talk about it first.

- And what's there to talk about?

It needs doing, doesn't it?

(Elin sighs)

Look, dad, he didn't care about things, stuff.

It didn't mean anything to him, did it?

He'd hate that.

Look, I've gotta go.

I'll speak to you tonight.

(melancholy music)

(kids chattering)

- Brother's a nice kid.

You're not still thinking about the old man are you?

It's not worth it.

Forget about it.

- Just like that?

- Yeah, easy.

(bell ringing)

Come on, we can't be late twice in a day.

(phones ringing)

- Hi.

- I tracked down the other kid.

He was 13 years old when uniform warned him off.

Says he hasn't been near the place since.

Said they were just messing around,

tryin' to get a rise out the old man.

- But why Ellis?

- There was a rumor that he had a thing for kids.

- Oh shit.

Was there anything to back it up?

- Nothing on his record, nothing found at the house.

Apparently it started when he retired.

A man living on his own like that.

Guess he was an easy target.

- Spoken to the school?

See what you can find out

and Rhian said that her father used to walk

from the estate to town so check with traffic.

See if we can get a last sighting.

- [Susan] The press are pushing for information.

Do we have any suspects?

- No, not yet.

- [Susan] What about the anonymous caller?

- Young, scared, we've sent the audio to be cleaned up.

We've spoken with social services,

I've asked Alice to contact local youth groups.

- Good, we need to be careful on how we handle this.

- Yeah, of course.

- Cadi, your father would be proud.

His daughter, a DCI.

(people chattering)

(kids chattering)

- [Connor] Liam!

- All right?

- I might go home on the bus.

- [Lee] He needs a babysitter, does he?

- Who are you babysitting?

- I'm goin' home on the bus.

- All right then.

- [Lee] See ya later then.

- [Connor] Come on.

(suspenseful music)

(engine rumbling)

(kids chattering)

(door creaks)

- Don't start, I didn't have time to go to the shops.

- Yeah, too busy fucking prince charming.

- [Announcer] The police are keen to trace

the identity of the caller, a young male,

and are urging the public to come forward

if they have any information.

- You're supposed to have ketchup with your chips,

not chips with your ketchup.

(cutlery clicking)

Tell him, Con.

- You heard.

- Well I've got some news.

Drum roll please. (hands pattering)

All right, thank you, the shop,

they've offered me two extra shifts

which means we'll be able to go on that holiday after all.

- Aw yes!

(door taps)

- Mia, askin' if you wanna go out.

Go on, it'll do you good.

Spend some time with your friends.

(melancholy music)

(engine rumbling) (tires squealing)

(man panting)

(engine rumbling)

- [Beca] The shop's closed.

(door creaks)

- [Lee] What's this shit?

- Maggots.

- [Lee] Fuckin' hell.

- [Connor] For fishing.

- I've always wanted to ask,

what happened to your face?

Does it hurt?

Shame, you'd be quite pretty otherwise.

- I'm closin' up for the night.

The till's closed.

- [Mia] Pass me some fags.

- [Beca] The till's closed.

- Then I won't be able to pay for them will I?

What's wrong?

You scared?

- Mia.

Leave her alone.

- Oh, Connor do you like the little shop girl?

No, didn't think so.

Come on.

(bell dings)

(engine roars)

(phone rings) - I'd better go home.

What a world to bring a baby into.

- Oh I don't know.

Has its share of wonders.

- No margin for error though is there, bein' a parent?

You goin' home?

- Yeah, yeah.

- All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

Bye.

(engine rumbling)

(phone ringing)

DCI John.

- So you haven't got a life either.

- [Cadi] No, I'm afraid not.

- We should really do something about that you know?

Well, at least I've had the pleasure

of the company of poor Mr. Ellis.

- What have you got for me?

- Toxicology is negative.

No alcohol or drugs in his system.

Confirmed multiple fractures to the ribs.

Fracture to the left wrist, blunt trauma to the skull.

- Do we have a COD?

- Asphyxiation, death by drowning.

I believe the victim was forcibly held underwater.

- Held?

- [Rachel] We've identified third party DNA

under the victim's fingernails.

Suggests he tried to fight off his attackers.

- So you think there was more than one assailant?

- Yes I do.

Looks like initial head trauma occurred out on the landing.

Then I'd say a sustained assault before the victim

was dragged and lifted into the bath.

We're talking about a semi-conscious male, struggling,

weighing 70 kilograms.

Two assailants if not more.

I'll email the full report in the morning.

And if you are passing, call in.

You don't have to bring a body.

- Okay, goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

(engine rumbling)

- Take it.

Take it.

(Connor coughs) (Mia laughs)

(baby crying)

(kids yelling)

- We fucking did it!

We did it!

We killed you, you fucking pedo!

(Lee whoops)

- Come on.

- [Connor] No.

- Come on.

Are you with us or what?

(Mia and Lee yelling)

(phone dings)

(car rumbling)

You know, something's been bothering me all day.

- [Lee] What's that?

- How did the cops find out about the old man?

- [Connor] Lee, pull over will you?

- I'm taking Mia home first.

- [Connor] Lee, pull over, please.

- It was you, wasn't it?

You were the one that rang the police.

Why would you do that?

- What the fuck?

- Stop the car I said.

- [Mia] Stop the car.

(Connor retches)

- I didn't give them our names, just the address.

- So what should we do now?

- He shouldn't have done that, should he Lee?

(Connor groans)

- [Connor] Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please don't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

(Connor panting)

(engine rumbling)

- [Cadi] PM results confirm multiple attackers.

- [Lee] I'm gonna make sure

the bastard never talks again, I am.

- You'll get your chance.

- I'll fucking kill him.

- I said you'll get your chance.

- Your brother, I think he misses you.

We both do.

- [Jason] What's your problem anyway?

You're always followin' me around, comin' around my house.

- Back off!

- The estate is crawling with fucking cops.

Lee!

- We didn't do anything.

(Connor retches)

People can't seem to give up what's bad for them, can they?

(soft suspenseful music)