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I try not to let people get close to me.

You can trust me.

I hope so.

See you tomorrow?

- Leave it!
- Get off!

Pathetic, this whole fucking family.

What are we doing back here?

You need to leave.

Get your hands off me.

Connor?

Mia, say something.

- Lois.
- Where's Mum?

I wanna talk to her.

Well, she's not here, she's on lates.

Mum!

- Are you sure?
- Yes, Lois.

You're welcome to check.

Okay.

I need a drink.

I'll make you a tea, then.

No, I need a drink.

Tea is a drink, Lois.

Ach-y-fi, I don't know how
you can eat that stuff.

It's okay.

You don't have to eat it
if you're not in the mood.

- Connor, don't go.
- I've got to sleep.

Well, take this with you, then, just
in case you get hungry in the night.

Oh, fuck sakes, Jason.

Come on.

Sorry for barging in like that.

It's okay, but I'm glad
your mum wasn't here.

I've got a feeling you were
gonna talk at her, not with her.

I just wanted to know why
we couldn't make her happy.

- Me, Twm, Dad.
- Lois.

That's what hurts, you know?

You do make her happy.

But we weren't enough.

Do you really believe that?

When our mum died, Elin,
she... she took a lot on.

She was the eldest.

And she didn't want Dad to see us
crying, didn't wanna upset him.

So, she would take me and Beth
for long walks on the beach.

Sometimes we...

carry it all on our shoulders.

Keep your own feelings hidden away.

And you think you're doing the right
thing by hiding how you're feeling.

It doesn't mean you don't care.

Your mum's grieving, Lois.

We've just lost our dad.

We're all just feeling a bit...

lost.

I miss him.

Yeah, me too.

You stay there.

- Hiya.
- Everything's fine.

Which means that it isn't.

Lois is here.

- What's happened?
- Nothing.

She's just a bit drunk.

Where is she?

Hiya, Mum.

Hi, Lois.

What's wrong?

I've had too much to drink, sorry, Mum.

Well, we've all been there.

- Hello?
- Vaughan, hi.

- Cadi, I'm...
- God, you sound...

Terrible, I know.

She barely slept.

Did you?

I'm fine.

Terrific.

Listen, this girl, Mia,
that we met at the school.

She was friends with Gwilym Scott.

So?

It's a small community.

They were the same age.

They probably went to the same school.

Just see what you can find
out about their relationship.

Okay, I'll look into it.

Thanks.

What have you got there?

Suit yourself.

What?

Mia!

Mia!

Mia, get in the car, I'll give you a lift.

Don't be a bitch, get in the car.

I want you to leave me alone.

Con?

You okay?

Are you coming to school?

Is Connor in?

He's not feeling well.

Can I see him?

He's in bed, he's not
going to school today.

- I just need...
- Sorry, but he's asleep.

Fuck!

I understand.

Sure.

No, that's really very helpful.

Yeah.

Thanks for taking the
time, much appreciated.

Of course.

That was Gwilym Scott's foster father.

You were right, Gwilym and Mia were close.

Spent a lot of time together.

What, like "together" together?

Not sure, sounds like he liked her.

After Gwilym died, Mia came round
to the house to see them a few times.

She took a lot of comfort, apparently,
hearing how much she'd meant to him.

That's a bit intense.

Yeah.

Apparently, she made Gwilym's
foster mum feel uncomfortable.

Asking for details about
the night he killed himself.

Alys, could you call the school, and tell
them we want to speak to Mia again?

Sure.

All right, I'll get you your pills now.

The school just called us back.

Mia didn't show up today.

Okay.

Maybe she was ill.

She didn't look ill yesterday.

Shall we pay her a visit?

Sure.

Boss, we've just had a 999.

A body's been found outside Blaenau.

DS Lynn has been informed,
and she's en route.

Forensics are on their way.

DCI John, a word.

What have we got?

Male victim, last seen alive
approximately 18:50 last night.

Path should be here any minute.

Look, I'll take the SIO on this one.

- You implement the actions.
- Okay.

- You don't think there's a...
- Until we know any different,

this is a separate investigation.

Of course.

Take a look for yourself,
see what you think.

His name is Sion Wells.

He was a lodger in the
house across the forecourt.

Apparently, he'd been living
there for a couple of months.

He'd not long finished a
2 1/2-year stretch inside.

Drink-driving.

The other driver, a woman and her
daughter, were killed in the accident.

What about the landlord,
have you spoken to him?

The owner says he was a good tenant, quiet.

Trying to get his life back on track.

Do you think it was a revenge attack?

- No, no, I don't.
- Damn.

Is that the owner?

And his daughter.

Go and talk to them,
I'll be over in a minute.

Hi.

Nice to see you again.

Shame about the circumstances.

- In there?
- Yeah, in the pit.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Ready?

I'd better go and take a look.

Give me a call later.

Be good to hear your initial findings.

Hey, are you still on to HQ?

- Hold on.
- Mia Owen.

We need a trace on the phone and
a warrant for the house, now.

Right, let's get a unit and a warrant
over to Mia Owen's house, now.

The North Wales Police Force have
recently released information

stating that a male body
was found this morning

in a petrol station in the
Blaenau Ffestiniog area.

The victim has not yet been named.

You all right, love,
you want anything else?

Is that one of Dad-cu's?

Yeah.

It's my favorite.

Needs fixing.

I used to have to go and get
him, you know, from the river.

He'd spend hours down there.

It used to drive Mum-go spare.

He always had the same look
on his face when I got there.

It was like he was gone, disappeared.

It used to make him so happy.

I don't think it was
ever about catching fish.

You're not like your father, Connor.

You're nothing like him.

I'm sorry for saying that.

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

For what you had to put up with.

It wasn't your fault.

You try telling yourself that your kids
are resilient, that they'll get over things.

- It makes you feel better, but...
- Please.

It's okay.

Is it?

'Cause I really want it to be.

It is.

Of course it is.

Good.

Your Dad-cu would be so
proud of you, you know.

And he said he wanted you to
have these after he'd gone.

I've booked that caravan.

Don't worry, I'll keep Liam amused.

We won't cramp your style.

But it'll be nice to spend
time together, won't it?

Yeah.

I think it'll be just what we need.

It'll be great.

Mum.

Thanks.

And the name again?

Jason Williams, 1985 dark blue Saab 90,

registered to 23 Awelfan,
on the Bron Y Foel estate.

The owner is currently
serving a six-month ban.

We'll get uniform over there now.

Good, keep us posted.

You heard that?

The Saab's been traced to
an address on the estate.

Uniform are heading there now.

Shit.

You looking for these?

Gimme the keys.

- Come on, Jason.
- Why are you so jumpy?

Just gimme the fucking keys!

I said, give me the fucking keys.

Fuck off, Lee.

What that fuck are you doing?

Fuck off!

Get off!

Shit!

Bastard!

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Get off!

Fuck!

Thanks.

- What do you want?
- Is Mia in?

- She's in school.
- No, she's not.

What's she done now?

We've got a warrant to
search these premises.

Oi, what do you mean, a warrant,
what the hell's going on?

We need to speak to Mia in relation
to an ongoing murder inquiry.

What? I don't get it.

- What the fuck's going on?
- They're looking for Mia.

Good, that bitch nicked my money.

What are you gonna do about that, huh?

It's not exactly our
priority at the moment, sir.

Can we have a word?

Don't you start, right?

Do you have any idea where Mia might be?

She went off to school this morning,
uh... that's the last I saw of her.

She hasn't called?

Why would she call me?

She treats this place like a hotel.

Oh, yeah, that's rich coming from you.

Look, I don't know where she is, right?

Do you know a Jason Williams?

Of course I do, he's my nephew.

Him and Lee are my brother's kids.

Nice lads, why?

And Mia, is she close to them?

I suppose so.

She's with them often enough.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Okay, I'll tell her now.

Thanks.

They've arrested Lee Williams.

Younger brother of the car owner.

He's been taken into the
station for processing.

What about the car?

Secured, it's being
brought in for examination.

To the right.

Front on.

Alys.

Where did we get to with Mia's phone?

We ran a trace.

It was found in a bin in Blaenau,
along with her school bag.

That's her phone log.

Not much activity, to be
honest, but it's all there.

Everything from the last five days.

Great, and CCTV, anything?

Waiting for a callback.

One sec.

- Hello?
- DCI John, it's Rachel West.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good, thanks.

So, Sion Wells, there
should be some photos?

Oh, hang on.

Laptop.

Yeah, okay, go ahead.

Ah... various abrasions and contusions.

Petechial hemorrhage.

Capillary bleed in the cheeks.

There was choking.

But that's not what killed him.

A puncture wound to the thorax,
right under the ribcage, from behind.

Went in deep.

He was stabbed.

Bled to death.

What type of weapon are we talking?

Five millimeter entry wound, circular.

Definitely not a knife.

More likely to be a
screwdriver of some kind.

Look, you know what I'm thinking,
and I know you can't tell me...

If there's a connection between the crimes.

- Yeah.
- Well, another male victim.

Brutal killing.

In all likelihood, more
than one perpetrator.

It's more than possible.

Okay, thanks.

We'll need to wait for the DNA,
go back and cross-match.

Yeah, no, of course.

And the body's being moved now.

I'll get the full report
to you as soon as I can.

Okay, thanks, Rachel.

All right, we'll speak later.

Yeah, bye.

Hi, it's me again.

Can we get a trace on the 11:40 texts?

Yeah, great, thanks.

Mia sent a text at 11:40
to someone called Connor.

That's the last message she sent.

Do we know who Connor is?

We're trying to trace the number now.

Right, let's see if our friend
can tell us who this Connor is.

Hungry?

Your brother's in the shed.

Go and call him in, will you?

Con?

He's not there, but look
what he left for me.

Connor?

Mum?

I'm going out, you stay here, and
don't answer the door to anyone.

Lee, this is only going one way.

So, why don't you start by telling
me what happened to your face?

Let's not make this any
harder than it needs to be.

No comment.

Why don't you tell me about Mia, then?

No comment.

What about Connor?

Do you know anyone by that name?

No comment.

What can you tell us about Geraint Ellis?

No comment.

Sion Wells?

No comment.

Connor! Connor!

Connor!

Connor!

Connor, Connor!

No!

Connor!

No!

Connor!

No!

No!

No!

Oh, Connor!

Got an ETA on the dog unit?

- They're en route any minute now.
- We need air support, too.

They're on their way.

Shut up, all right.

- What's going to happen to
your dad if they put you away?
- I said leave it.

- I suppose your brother will take over.
- Shut the fuck up, will you?

Sit down!

We're up and running with air support.

I've got the live thermal
feed from the helicopter.

No sighting.

Mia?

Mia!

Mia!

Hello?