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I'm worried about her guards.

She's not in a good place.

As you get older, you just realize that people make mistakes.

Like you, you mean?

Dragging Ty's name through the mud when he was dying?

But you got your promotion, didn't you?

The only possible lead we have at the moment

is a former pupil of Mr. Ellis, Karl Lewis.

You can't expect me not to worry.

Not after what happened to that old man.

I'm gonna make sure the bastard never talks again, I am.

But first, I need you to apologize to him.

We didn't do anything.

Me and you, we're more than that.

Hey, what are you two talking about?

You should be nicer to me.

Mia?

Mia, is that you in there?

Mia? Mia, stop playing games.

Open the fucking door!

Come on, you start in half an hour.

You need to change.

Liam, your best jumper's on the bed.

- I really don't think I can. - You're comin'.

Mr. Ellis deserves that much.

I can't find it!

Maybe you can choose the time there

to think about how you've been behaving lately.

Listen, I'm sorry about last night.

I don't know what Sam was thinkin'.

Oh, no need to apologize.

You're allowed to spend time with your daughter, ya know.

And ya know, no pressure or anything,

but it's you she's gonna judge all other men against.

Hi-ya.

Avoiding me now, are ya?

No, I just didn't wanna wake you.

I was awake anyway.

Just thought you might've said goodbye, that's all.

Well, I had to get going.

It's Sunday morning.

I know, but that's just how it is sometimes, isn't it?

Sorry.

Well, where are you now?

Ah... you don't wanna know.

Listen, El, I've really gotta go.

Fine, go.

Call you later?

Sure.

Bye then.

- Have to go in. - Yeah.

Liam, pop to the shop and get me some gravy granules.

I'm gonna make a Sunday lunch.

You'd like that, wouldn't ya now?

Can I get some sweets?

Yeah, okay.

Connor.

I was wondering if Lois was in.

We were just about to eat.

Mum.

Come on, you.

Your turn to lay the table.

You can't ignore me when I'm in the same room with you.

Hm... I can try.

Can't we just talk about this like adults?

Since when have you treated me like an adult?

Look, I'm sorry if we've dealt with this badly,

but your dad and I, it was a joint decision.

Did he want you to leave?

No.

But something had to change.

- Maybe when you're older, you'll... - Don't patronize me.

You want to speak for me and make decisions for me

and then you ask me to be an adult.

When were you even gonna talk to me about this?

Why do think I'm here?

Because Cadi failed to do your dirty work.

- Cadi? - She came to see me yesterday.

Don't act like you didn't know.

I didn't.

What did she want?

She asked me to give you a break.

But then, that's Cadi all over, isn't it?

Just turns up and expects everyone to do what she says.

- Food's on the table. - I'm not actually hungry.

Thanks for that.

Mm.

Whose birthday is it?

Gareth, reception.

- His wife for him. - Mhm... I don't think Gareth's wife likes him very much.

So, how are things at home?

Sam wants to get her christened.

How do you feel about that?

I wouldn't have considered that.

But now she's here, I guess it makes you question

what if you're denying her something by not doing it?

When Mum died,

I don't remember very much about the service.

It was just a wall of noise.

But then there was this tea in the church hall afterwards,

And there was this guy, this vicar,

from one of the other churches and he came and sat with me.

I was just in a daze.

And he said, "I'm sorry.

I'm sorry this happened to you."

And that was the most honest thing I'd heard all day.

Just sat there on this chair that was too small for him.

Anyway, I never saw him again after that.

But I have always wondered how he could do that,

how he could reconcile his faith with his humanity.

Maybe it's not the religion, it's the people.

Well, maybe it's a bit of both.

- So, I'll cross you off this list for godmother. - Er... yeah.

I'll teach her to look after herself, though.

Ah... I've seen you put someone in a headlock before.

Oh, good, then you know to be careful.

Connor?

Connor.

Yeah?

Will you come down for a minute?

- Connor. - What?

I wanna talk to you.

Please?

I wanna ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth.

What?

I want you to know that whatever the answer is,

whatever you say, it's okay, we can work through it.

- Mum. - I not asking you just as your mum, but as a friend.

Oh... Jesus, what do you wanna know?

Just ask the fucking question.

Geraint Ellis.

Do you know something about what happened to him?

Is there something, something you're not telling me?

- Mum, why are you asking me this? - Answer the question.

No.

I don't know anything about what happened.

Are you sure?

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

- The way you're acting, you've been like this for weeks. - Of course I'm fucking sure.

- I don't believe this. - God.

Is it drugs then?

- 'Cause if it's drugs, it's okay, just tell me. - Don't touch me.

- Do you owe someone money, then? - Stop it.

Nobody tells you how to do this stuff, Con, okay?

I'm just trying my best.

But I love you and I hate seeing you like this.

We made a promise, Con, do you remember?

Never to give up on each other.

- I was just a kid. - It doesn't matter.

Whatever it is, just talk to me because I can help you.

Look at me, Con.

Connor, look at me.

- Stop it, stop it. - Connor, please.

Is it something to do with that girl you've been seeing?

- Just talk... - No, just shut the fuck up.

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

What if the fucker's gone to the cops?

Hey.

So, when were you gonna tell me?

- Lois. - Yeah, Lois.

Ah... I'm sorry, El, I was just tryin' to help.

You've just made things worse.

- You've seen her then? - Yes, just now on the way to work.

Not really what I needed before starting a 10-hour shift.

Yeah... I, er... I just thought she might listen to me, that's all.

Oh, well done.

This thing's been bad enough already.

- El, I... - Don't, okay?

I'm her mum.

What do you know about teenagers anyway?

Next time you feel like helping, just don't.

Fuck.

PC James, did you manage to speak to the youth worker?

- Spoke with him this morning. - And?

- Well, he didn't have much to say. - The center's been shut for over a year.

- How come? - There was a suicide.

One of the boys from the club, he... well, he stepped in front of a train.

- How old was he? - 15.

What was his name?

- Sorry. - Okay, thanks.

But he did provide a DNA sample.

Reluctantly, we're waiting on the results.

Karl Lewis.

Alice, could you set up a meeting with the local youth worker, please?

Oh, and, erm... go easy.

Uniform already spoken to him today.

I'll look into it.

- What's up with you? - Hey.

Is... is... is Mia in?

Upstairs.

What the fuck have we done?

I can't cope with this.

Everything's so fucked.

I hate it.

Shh... shh...

We did nothing wrong.

He was ill, sick.

We just put him out of his misery.

- You'll have to come back later. - Why?

- There's someone with me, a mate. - So?

So, I'll see ya later, yeah?

Suit yourself.

Oy, oy.

Keep away from my friend.

Don't know what you're talkin' about, mate.

- No? - Oh, your friend, is he?

Fuck off.

Everything okay?

You seen him before?

No.

He needs to learn some fucking manners.

The suicide victim, his name is Gwilym Scott.

Gwilym's parents moved away from the area six months ago.

Neighbors say they haven't seen them since.

I guess it makes sense.

When you lose someone like that you just wanna...

Yup.

What did the neighbors say about him?

Er... lonely boy, unsettled, isolated at school, all the signs.

As usual, no one saw it coming.

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

Took a bit of persuading.

- Here's the address. - Thanks.

I keep thinking about what we did.

It's like it happened to someone else,

like we weren't even there.

But I can't get the smell of him off me.

And it feels like everyone's watching me,

like they can see it.

And Mum, she...

I lost it.

Pushed her against a wall.

Does she know?

No.

Dad used to smack her, like, all the time.

I hated him.

The way she looked at me.

She was scared,

like she could see who I really was.

What if I'm just like him?

A monster.

Look at me.

Connor, look at me.

You're not a monster.

What happened, happened.

Nobody found him.

Nobody came looking for him for weeks.

Nobody cared.

And now they're leaving flowers outside his house.

They went to church to try and make themselves feel better

because it was their fault.

But it was us who killed him.

You in or out tonight?

What difference does it make to you?

Only askin'.

I was thinking of making supper.

Now you're, all right.

- Police. - Fuck.

Hello, my name is PC Mari James and this is my partner...

They're gonna find out it was us.

No, they're going to every house on the estate, it's just routine.

We're here as part of the investigation into the death of Mr. Geraint Ellis.

It's important you tell us anything unusual.

Never saw him.

We're okay.

If you remember anything...

- All the information we... - Do you trust me?

Connor, tell me you trust me.

- Thank you for your time. - Yeah, I trust you.

Hey.

What did you say?

I made everything better.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You're quiet.

I'm eatin'.

I don't mean now.

Lately.

You're up to somethin'.

What do you mean?

There's something going on in there.

What are you doing here?

We're goin' out.

What, now?

Yeah, now.

Goin' out!

It's still my car, you know.

Okay, thanks, I'll tell her.

A witness has come forward, says they saw Karl Lewis

around the Ellis address at the time of the murder.

Shit.

- Where are we? - You'll see.

You are so fucked up.

Let's go.

You stay here.

- Suits me. - Leave the headlights on.

Connor, come on.

You remember the name Dylan Harris?

- This is where he... - This is where he brought them, the girls.

Where he kept them, tortured them.

Fuck.

They think if they knock this place down, everyone'll forget.

Can you feel it?

Close your eyes.

Something as evil as that, it leaves a scar.

Doesn't go away.

Harris was a monster.

You're nothing like him.

We're nothing like him.

Mia.

You can trust me.

I've told you you can trust me.

We'll be all right.

- Leave it. - Get off.

{an8}- He used to watch me when I... - You watch your bloody mouth.

That's enough.

Has your boyfriend ever told you that he's been inside?

- Ah... naughty boy. - Leave it, will you?

Don't be such a child.

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

{an8}It's called perverting the course of justice.

What are we doing back here?

Teach those fuckers a lesson.