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A body was found.

- Shit. - Oh, my God.

It's my son.

We brought him here.

We left him!

Where did you lot disappear to last night?

You know nothing...

nothing!

He's dead because of us!

- I know! - Then take a breath!

Oh, well. I just wanted to introduce you

to your new supervisor.

Covid Mandy?

Have you told anyone what happened in the car park?

- No. - Don't.

It's not too late to go to the police.

We shoved him in a car boot

then left him in the middle of nowhere.

Max will believe us.

- Looking for a new DS. - You want me?

Mandy Thomas. Come with us, please.

Forensics found a credit card in the woods.

If we hold our nerve...

and stick together...

this will pass.

You're gonna be late.

Come on, I'll give you a lift.

You okay?

Is this about Tamsin?

She'll cool off. Just give her some space.

And if that doesn't work, after your birthday

we'll pack our bags and do a runner.

You and me, somewhere hot.

Leave the kids to fend for themselves

till they're thirty.

Sound good?

Sounds amazing.

Get a shift on.

Babe? Anna?

We're interviewing everyone to get some background on Jack.

I can't sit in on yours, though.

I've got 200 quid to my name.

I can't afford to pay some blackmailer!

- Me, neither. - We need...

to tell Max what happened.

We can't, we agreed.

So, we change our minds. A man died, Nancy!

Yeah, because of us! It's manslaughter.

I'm not going back to prison for Jack Evans.

I can't hide it from Max. He can tell something's wrong!

You have to try.

Do you think Mandy sent that message?

It could be anyone from the party.

I'll check the staff list,

see if I can match the phone numbers.

Do you know what Mandy said to the police?

Max wouldn't tell me.

If she saw us with Jack, we'd already be arrested.

Not if she wants money out of us.

Morning.

- Hi. - Hey, Tish.

Gareth says, the police are interviewing everyone.

I need caffeine.

What if it's Tish?

- She wouldn't. - She saw us with Jack.

Yeah, and if it's not Tish,

what's stopping her from telling the police?

- I'll talk to her. - No, wait.

- And say what? - I don’t know, just like,

- sound her out. - No, no, it's too risky.

Louie?

Police want a chat.

I thought you could go first, get it out of the way?

Oh, you too, Tish. Police interview's upstairs.

It's just a formality, they won't bite.

Tish.

- Yeah? - Miss Hopkins?

Could you come with us, please?

Louie, you're over there.

Hello, um.

- Louise, is it? - Louie.

Oh, can you take a seat for us, Louie.

I'm Detective Superintendent Holland, I think you know...

DS Price?

I understand you're related to Jack Evans.

Yeah, he's my nephew.

- Was my nephew. - I'm sorry for your loss.

The circumstances of Mr. Evans' death

is unexplained at this time, so we're questioning everyone...

to try and establish what happened.

Yeah.

So, can we start with the brewery party.

What time did you get here?

I went home to get changed

and I came back around 7:30.

During the course of the evening,

did you speak to Mr. Evans?

Yes, he came over to our table.

- What did you talk about? - Um...

just small talk, really.

Was Jack affected by alcohol at that time?

Yeah, he was drunk. Yeah. but not...

not falling-down drunk.

- Were you drinking alcohol? - No.

My father was an alcoholic, I suppose he put me off.

Ironic that I ended up working at a brewery.

Do you think Jack was under the influence of drugs at all?

Um, I wouldn't know.

Lemsip is about as risqué as I get.

He'd done some coke.

Maybe other stuff as well, I don’t know.

Did you witness any drug-taking firsthand?

I know the signs.

Did Mr. Evans have a history of recreational drug use?

Yeah.

Prescription?

I'm not sure.

What time did you leave the party?

Dunno.

It was around midnight.

And where was Mr. Evans at that time?

I wasn't paying attention.

Actually... I think he was inside.

- Maybe at the bar? - Who was he with?

I don’t know.

Did you see Mr. Evans talking to anyone when you left?

Nope.

Just drive, Nance.

We got into the car and I drove everyone home.

"Everyone" being Anna, Louie and Catrin?

That's right.

Do you remember...

the last time you saw your nephew?

Louie?

Yeah, he was standing at the bar.

What do you think happened?

That's what we're trying to establish.

Was it a heart attack?

I mean,

- you must have some idea? - Not yet.

But I can assure you we will get the bottom of it.

It wasn't me in those woods.

Someone stole my purse.

That's who they should be looking for.

It's true.

I swear.

Okay.

I've never known anyone who's died before.

I can't get my head around it.

Few days ago he was walking around

like everything was normal.

But now he's gone, like...

erased.

And I know he was a tosser but...

- that's just brutal. - Are you all right?

Why don't people like me?

Because you pick fights. And you're judgmental.

And when you're serving in the canteen

you're borderline hostile.

My gran says, life's a competition.

You'll have a better chance of winning

if you fry the chips properly.

Turns out that Mandy went home with Martin from packing.

And him with that rash...

Do you think there'll be compensation for the shock?

The brewery has got a duty of care to its workers.

This is Wales, Gwen, not Los Angeles.

No offence Gwen, but can you sashay away please?

Has anyone spoken to Tish?

Gareth said she went home after the interview.

She wouldn't have said anything.

Then why go home? It's like she is avoiding us.

Maybe she did send that message.

- No way, it's not like her. - You've changed your tune.

I checked the staff list and...

there's no match for the phone number.

So, they're using a burner, that's what I would do.

- It's got to be someone here. - What are you doing?

- Messaging back. - Anna, no.

We need to buy time to figure out who's doing this.

Anna! This is a really bad idea.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Is that your boss? - Yeah. She's all right.

Wouldn't want to be in her bad books though.

- Good day? - Not really.

- Sorry. - Oh, it's all right.

You're excited about your work, it's nice.

Was your interview okay?

Yeah.

But one of the girls went home afterwards, Tish Hopkins.

Was she all right?

We're worried about her.

What kind of worried?

Just that she's all right.

Well, she wasn't very helpful.

Said she was too drunk to remember much.

Did anyone see Jack leave the party?

Babe... you know, I can't talk about this.

It's me.

There's promotion boards at work coming up,

I need to do everything by the book.

Who am I gonna tell?

I don't want to jeopardize anything.

Sure.

There's a briefing tonight

so, I won't be back for a few hours.

I'll drop you home.

Just these, please.

It's highly likely that someone was in the woods

with Jack Evans that night.

Either he met them there or they went together.

So, let's focus on who that might be.

And while we're waiting for the postmortem report,

let's get a timeline of the party.

The brewery CCTV is useless

so, check out social media. Every Facebook photo,

every Instagram post, every selfie

from anyone that was there.

Let's get a nice big collage on that board, please.

Get some closure for this family. Thank you.

Oh, Griff, keep on at the forensics for the phone.

- I need the phone. - Okay.

Max?

How's your wife?

Yeah... she's okay, I guess.

It's been a bit of a shock.

Well. she's a valuable conduit to the brewery so use her.

See, if you can find out who Jack might have gone off with.

Mm?

Kids all right?

Yeah... fine.

Come sit down.

What's everyone saying at work about Jack?

I thought we weren't talking about this.

I don't know. He was wasted.

Everyone, thinks it was an overdose or...

bad gear.

He wasn't alone that night.

Mandy Thomas says her purse was stolen

and whoever took it

probably ended up in the woods with Jack.

- Any idea who that might be? - No.

Was he close to anyone in particular?

No. He kept to himself. We barely saw him.

Dad...

you got a card today. Missed delivery.

Tamsin's grounded, why didn't she answer the door?

- Revenge? - It's at number 12.

- Go round and get it. - Why me?

- Is it Mum's birthday present? - Oh, yes!

And I'm eating my tea, so...

And no peeking,

or looking at the return address.

I hope you're not wrapping it yourself.

What's wrong with my wrapping?

Mum?

Arwel.

I, uh...

I didn't know where else to go.

They're not telling me anything.

I'm his dad...

I have a right to know.

I'm asking you...

as a friend...

and a father.

I need to understand what happened to my boy.

We're following leads to establish why he was there.

That's all I can tell you.

Did they find his phone?

No, but we're still looking.

Jack's phone's missing?

Have we got any tissues?

Thank you.

Maybe he dropped it in the woods?

Maybe.

Have you got someone staying with you?

Oh, God no.

Last thing I need is someone else

sobbing all over the place.

I'm sorry for barging in like this.

I just needed to feel like I was doing something.

The lab results will be back in a few days.

They'll tell us what happened.

But they won't tell us... why.

The death of Jack Evans

has sent shock waves through the local community.

The last known sighting of him alive was here

at a party to mark the brewery's centenary.

Police, now, want to hear from anyone

who may have seen him leave as they try to...

- I was watching that. - I've had it all day.

Well I... haven't.

The place is very much

the heart and soul of the local community

and everyone here has been shocked by his sudden...

I keep imagining how it'd feel to lose Ryan or Tam...

Do you think he suffered?

Sounds like he was pretty out of it.

No one should have to die alone like that.

We'll figure out what happened...

don't worry.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

Who's that?

Anna?

It's just a junk message.

- Shit, sorry. - Who's ringing?

It's Louie.

I better take it.

Anna... Anna?

Yeah.

- Did you see the reply? - Yeah.

Hang on.

- Cat's calling. - They replied.

I know, I saw. Louie's on the line.

- We should ring Nancy. - Hang on.

Nancy's calling.

- Nancy? - Did you see the message?

Yeah, we all did.

I think we're going to have to give them what they want.

- Are you serious? - And then what?

What if they ask for more?

Blackmailers don't just give up.

I don't have five grand!

- I don't have one grand! - So, what do we do?

There's nothing we can do for now, so let's sleep on it

then make a decision with clear heads.

Sleep? I can't sleep!

And there's something else...

Jack's phone's missing.

- Is it in the car? - No.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

It must be in the woods.

Oh, God. This is getting out of control.

- Babe? Everything okay? - I've got to hang up.

We'll talk tomorrow.

What's going on?

- Louie's not coping. - You wanna go round there?

No. She's calmed down now.

Come back to bed.

I told you, I can't afford to pay.

I don't see what else we can do.

What do you think?

I think Louie's right, we don't have a choice.

Thing is,

all our savings are tied up in Richard's investments,

I have only got few hundred in my account.

Do you think I should ask Arwel for a loan?

Oh, God no.

Well, don't look at me.

We've got savings... It was for a holiday.

- How much do you have? - I don't know, four grand.

Four and a half.

I could max out my credit card for the rest.

Oh, God. I feel terrible about this.

I promise you, I'll pay you back as soon as I can.

Me too. I'll find a way to pay my share.

Post-mortem results won't be in until tomorrow,

an issue with the lab.

How cold was it that night?

It couldn't be hypothermia, could it?

No, he's fully clothed.

Hypothermia victims tend to strip off.

Their nerves are damaged. They think they're overheating,

they're actually freezing to death.

"Paradoxical undressing." It's a thing.

Science. It's weird.

Oh, and we will need to search the Evans' house for his phone.

Look into getting consent from next of kin.

Yes, boss.

My kids used to play in those woods.

Cross country's too dangerous at night.

So, if he walked there, he probably took this road.

There's no camera, no fixed CCTV.

But there is a pub.

Someone might have seen him go past.

Seen who he was with.

And he might have even dropped his phone on the way.

Great, check it out.

Oh, and bring me back some pork scratchings.

Pork scratchings.

- Sorry, love. - It's fine, just leave it.

- You're meant to be at home. - Can you leave us alone, please?

- Who are you? - Harri. From school.

Well, Harri from school,

Tamsin's grounded so, can you go away, please?

- Mum! - Go on.

You are so embarrassing! Why the hell would you do that?

You're meant to be at home, not out picking up boys!

You know nothing about my life.

- Just get in the car, Tamsin. - I hate you.

Get in the car!

Hey! I'm not an Uber.

The camera is prehistoric but it does the job.

Well, I'm assuming it does. I've never checked the footage.

- You fancy buying a pub? - My parents used to own one.

They sold it back in the '90s.

They got out when the going was good.

DS Price.

Max, it's kicking off at Evans’ towers.

- Arwel? - Yep.

I need to deploy your charm and diplomacy.

- All right? - Okay.

I'm on it.

Sorry, mate, I'll have to take your hard drives.

Is this about the Evans boy?

Yeah, do you know him?

No, but I went to school with Arwel.

He always acted like the bees knees but...

- I saw through him. - How do you mean?

Caught him crying in the toilets once.

Properly sobbing because he didn't want to go home.

He's as messed up as the rest of us.

Come on, let's get those drives.

I don't have time for this shit, Tamsin.

- Let me out! - You stay inside,

by yourself, until I get home. Is that clear?

- Is that clear? - Yes!

You never would've got that promotion,

'cause you're a loser.

Lunch breaks are an hour.

Sorry. Trouble at home.

You know how it is.

Did you get the cash?

I can't stop shaking.

Another message came through.

They want the money left under Maddox Street bridge, tonight.

I need this to be over.

No, no. You're not listening.

You're wasting time!

You should be out there figuring out what happened!

That's what we're trying to do, Mr. Evans.

No! You're pissing about, winding me up...

Get these idiots off my property!

Give me five minutes.

Arwel.

- You all right? - What good will it do,

ransacking his room?

We'll be respectful, I promise.

You might... Those two were ready to clomp in

like something out of Jurassic Park.

Well, if we can find his phone, it might tell us

- who he was with, that night. - His phone's not here!

And why should I help the police

if they won't even let me bury him!

Well, as soon as the postmortem’s been done,

and the coroner gives the all-clear...

Blah, blah, blah.

There might be something in Jack's room that explains

what he was doing in those woods.

It's an invasion of his privacy!

What if I supervised the search?

Arwel...

I want to help Jack,

I want to understand what happened to him.

Who he might have met.

That room is all I have left of him.

Can you tell me anything about his friends?

He didn't have any friends.

Well, he must've had someone.

His mother left him when he was five years old.

He was never the same.

He withdrew.

We both did.

And where is she now? Jack's mum?

We never saw her again.

She passed away.

Five years ago. Cancer.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't.

It was just the two of us.

We never let the outside in.

That was our rule.

It was us against the world.

So, why leave him?

Why move to France?

Did you fall out?

Arwel?

I just want to be left alone.

We will have to search his room.

Mate, I don't want to have to get a warrant.

Then don't.

Perhaps, you didn't hear me, officer.

I want you gone.

Thanks. Right.

We'll wait and see who comes to pick it up.

We can't risk anyone seeing us.

Well, we'll move somewhere, out of sight.

- Let's just get it over with. - Yeah.

Are you sure you don't want me to come?

- I'll be quick. - "The center bin."

Yeah, I remember.

It's my birthday tomorrow.

I should be home with my family, but...

Not stuck in a smackhead carpark.

You think I want to be here?

My nephew's lying in a morgue.

We're no better than him now.

No, we're worse.

I should've tried harder with him.

You always tried.

Why do you think he turned out like he did?

It's just...

Tamsin's gone off the rails.

I mean, she's always been difficult but...

last year ruined us.

I don't know what to do.

Oh, don't ask me for parenting advice.

Didn't... Didn't you ever want kids?

I'd never bring children into our family.

- Why? - We're toxic.

Hey.

What you doing around Maddox Street?

Getting some air.

What, and some crystal meth?

Don't worry, I'm fine.

Ryan's looking for you.

Yeah, I'm headed... I'm headed home now.

Everything okay?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Pork scratchings.

I'm still working but I'll be home as soon as I can.

Okay.

Love you.

Bye.

It's done.

Max knows I'm here. We have to go.

Well, good. I don't want to hang about.

Well, don't you want to know who's behind this?

It's too dangerous.

How long would we wait? An hour? Five hours?

- Well, as long as it takes. - Anna, start the car.

Right, I'll wait on my own then.

Oh, Louie, don't be stupid.

Shut the door, Louie, get back in the car!

Louie, come on!

Griff?

Can you get these hard drives to tech

- so they can log the contents? - Yeah, no problem.

Why didn't you stay?

How are we supposed to know who's doing this?

I already told you Max was asking questions!

Where are you?

Just getting some bits for Anna's birthday.

I'll see you at lunch.

Yeah, see you tomorrow.

- Hey. - Shit.

Are you stalking me?

It's a valid hobby.

Where've you been?

None of your business.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

- We had an argument. - You and your boyfriend?

- No, me and Harry Styles. - All right, Princess.

Ugh. Don't call me that.

Anyway, he's not my boyfriend,

he's an ex. Or at least he will be,

he's just taking some convincing.

- Can't say I blame him. - Was that an actual compliment?

Was it?

Don't tell anyone, it'll damage my brand.

Do you drink cider?

Can I ask you something kind of personal?

How did you end up in prison?

You know about that.

Everyone knows.

I got involved with the wrong people.

But I turned things around.

Arwel gave me a chance...

and the brewery's been good for me.

Anna, Louie, Nance,

they don't care where I come from or what I did.

They're proper mates, yeah.

Where are your family?

My parents split when I was four.

Last time I saw my mum,

she was dropping me at social services.

God, I'm sorry.

It's what it is.

I'm on my own and that's how I like it.

Do you never hear from them?

Not even on your birthday, or Christmas?

Didn't celebrate many birthdays growing up.

I am owed a lot of birthday cakes.

I didn't tell the police we were out there...

in the carpark.

Why?

He bit you?

He tricked me to keep me out there.

It could've been worse if you guys hadn't showed up.

I hated him.

I'm glad he's gone.

Tish, where were you tonight?

- With my ex. - Where?

- What does it matter? - I just want to know.

At his place. Over the river.

Why?

I should go.

Do you want your stalker to walk you home?

No. Thanks for the drink.

'Night.

Sorry, I'm so late.

It's okay.

Happy Birthday.

I can't hear anything.

- Just knock. - Yeah, what if they're shagging?

- That's disgusting. - What if they are though?

Nothing's gonna happen with you two standing there.

Come on, come in.

Morning.

- Happy Birthday, Mum. - Thank you!

That's from both of us.

See. This is how you wrap a present.

It's a gift voucher for that new day spa place.

And there's a menu.

Aw, that's lovely, thank you!

They don't do full face-lifts unfortunately.

Oh, that's a shame, isn't it?

And this is from me.

Have you been taking lessons?

Yeah.

It's gorgeous!

"To infinity and beyond."

- That's from Toy Story. - We know.

It was our first date.

It was either that or Trainspotting.

I love it. Thank you.

And don't forget,

your mum's not lifting a finger today.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh.

It's the station. Sorry, I've gotta take this.

You look older.

Thanks.

It's for Anna.

Some record she wanted.

Isn't vinyl very expensive these days?

You should come...

- to lunch. - I've got things to do.

- If it's about your eye... - Just tell her...

Whatever.

Hi.

Special delivery.

Are these for Anna?

For you.

One for every missed birthday.

Probably. I had to guess your age.

And next time you wanted to walk me home,

I guess I'd be fine with that.

Thank you.

I'm off then.

"Yep. Bye, Nancy."

- Hey! - Happy Birthday!

Come in!

How are you still getting taller?

- He's a freak. - I like your jacket.

- Cheers. - Hiya.

- Hiya. - Hello, Cat.

Don't worry, no interviews today.

Thanks.

- Come. - Let's get at you.

Oh, hello. You all right, sweetheart?

- Yeah, we missed you. - Oh, missed you too.

Where's Richard?

Oh, he sends his apologies, he's not feeling well.

That's all right. More food for us.

- Here you go. - What did you get, Max?

- Um... - Oh, he got me this.

Oh, that's beautiful. What is it?

- Do it, do it Max. - Don't be horrible!

- He's got a thing that he does. - No, please.

Do it, do it!

Piss off!

Oh, I've wanted this for ages.

- Max might have tipped me off. - Aw!

She's my queen.

Thank you.

I'll pass it over.

This is from Louie.

I'll look at that in a minute.

Oh, my God.

This is gorgeous.

It's so nice, thank you!

- Don't drink it all at once. - I'm not promising.

Thank you. Thanks.

- To Anna, happy birthday. - Yes, happy birthday!

Cheers, guys.

I'll just make a start at getting rid of these.

Why didn't you buy screw-tops?

Reckon we can nip upstairs for five minutes?

Nope. They won't care.

Especially Cat. I don't think she likes me.

We're supposed to be entertaining.

This time next year we'll be on holiday.

I know it seems like miles away but...

- it'll be worth it, I promise. - Dad.

Yeah, I got it.

It's the station again, sorry.

Hello, DS Price.

Max, it's me.

Sorry, to hijack your lunch but there's been a development.

If I hadn't wanted that job...

I hadn't been so angry...

none of this would've happened.

That's bollocks.

I wish I was more like you.

You never settle.

You always...

pushing yourself, always moving forward.

I am so sorry,

I gotta head to the station. There's a briefing.

- What, now? - I'll be back in a few hours,

I promise.

When's this going to end?

What are you doing up here?

Just, uh, thinking.

Ryan's got Nancy playing the VR.

The world's officially gone mental.

I didn't mean what I said yesterday.

I know.

You always told me I could be whoever I wanted.

You can, too.

You're still grounded.

What's this?

My apology to the school, and Stacey.

I need you to proof-read it.

I'm doing what you wanted, taking responsibility.

I'm proud of you.

Anna, you have got to try this. Come on.

I just want you to know you're the best friends

I could ever have!

Yeah, don't forget it.

Seriously though.

Whatever happens, I don't want you to worry.

I've got your backs.

What do you mean?

- Have you heard from Max? - No...

Too much wine, that's all.

Now, go home, I'm knackered.

I'd better check on Arwel.

Tell him we said, hi.

- Happy Birthday. - Bye.

Thanks for a lovely lunch.

Shame to miss Richard.

Is everything all right with you two?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

- Bye, love. - Bye.

♪ Pray God you can cope ♪

♪ I'll stand outside ♪

♪ This woman's work This woman's world ♪

Sorry.

Briefing went for ages.

♪ Now his part is over ♪

I need to tell you something.

♪ Of the father ♪

♪ I know you have A little life in you left ♪

♪ I know you have A lotta strength left ♪

♪ I know you have A little life in you left ♪

But first I want a dance.

How much wine have you had?

- Not enough. - You know, I can't dance.

Just for a minute.

Just us.

♪ All the things we should've Done that we never did ♪

♪ All the things I should've Given but I didn't ♪

♪ Oh darlin', make it go ♪

Jacks' postmortem results came back.

He was asphyxiated.

- What? - Yeah, I know.

As of now, this is a murder investigation.

Things are gonna get crazy.

I may not be around much.

But this is a big opportunity for me.

I want to help catch whoever did this.