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Meg. Meg!

Sir, your phone was off.

Are you OK, sir?

We've interviewed the two divers

who discovered the body, sir. They're amateurs.

They were just out for a bit of fun, apparently.

According to the doctor,

the body's been down there weeks, months.

ID?

Young male, naked apart from his underwear.

The divers, they broke in just before dawn.

They found the body ten meters down.

It was tied to something.

One of them caught it with his flipper and it broke away.

Sir.

Find out what was holding him down.

Search the whole area.

We're looking for anything that can give us a name.

Who owns this place?

Tommy James, local businessmen.

Runs a haulage company up in Penwyllt.

- Penwyllt. - I'll take you there.

Mr James?

DI Rhys, DCI Mathias.

We'd like to talk to you.

When did the quarry close?

- 20 years ago. - What did it produce?

- Stone. - Why did it shut?

It was worked out.

And when were you last there?

Don't remember. Ages ago, why?

Two men broke in there earlier today.

They found a body.

Any idea who it might be?

No idea, sorry.

You said that the quarry hadn't been worked for 20 years,

so it couldn't have been someone who was working there.

There was no security guard or caretaker?

Why should I pay someone to guard a worked-out quarry?

Fencing's cheaper.

I got a license for that.

Do you still keep records of your employees?

- Somewhere. - I'd like to see them.

They're in a box somewhere at home.

Gwyneth, the wife, looks after the paperwork.

And where will we find Mrs James?

Skinning the rabbits we shot last night, I hope.

- Lamping? - That's right.

Me and the boys, we drive up the mountain

and just wait in the dark for a bit, then turn on the lights.

- And? - Shoot anything that moves.

Only rabbits.

You know these people?

I Grew up around them, helping Dad with his rounds.

Hello, is your mummy in?

Mummy!

Mummy!

They shouldn't have been in there.

It doesn't matter how many signs you put up.

People think they can go wherever they like.

And we'll need those back, please.

What did he look like, the dead body?

Defi, go and play outside. There's a good boy.

Defi isn't like other children.

He sees the world in a different way.

I'm trying to keep the worst of life away from him for now.

It'll get to him soon enough.

Do you have any idea who the dead man might be?

Oh, excuse me.

DI Rhys.

I like your drawings, Defi. You ever seen an owl?

The pathologist estimates death

between two and three months ago,

which would make it late January.

- February? - Twitahoo.

Twitahoo.

- I've been expecting you. - Have you? What about?

The body in the quarry.

How'd you know about that, Mr...?

Morgan, Gwilym.

Small place, news travels fast.

He'd been in the water for two to three months.

Someone from these parts?

- You tell me. - Well, I'd say no.

- Why's that? - Because I would have heard.

Do you have any idea who the dead man could be?

No.

Thanks for your help, Mr Morgan.

We must establish who this man was

as soon as possible. We don't have a name yet,

but we're hoping with your help, we can find out who it is.

Anything you say will, of course,

be treated with the utmost confidence.

But if you have any information, any ideas, anything at all

that might help, please let us know.

Thank you for your time.

Goodyear 18.4, R38, bog-standard tractor tire, well worn,

no markings apart from the manufacturer's.

Any human contact traces soaked off weeks ago.

And this was holding him down?

Yes, sir, just tied to him with blue plastic rope,

standard 16mm three-strand polypropylene.

A sample of his DNA has gone off matching.

We're also checking dental records, missing persons,

hospital, homeless charities.

No name, no age. How did he get into the water and why?

- Suicide? - It's a possibility.

- Any sign of his clothing? - No.

- Why keep his pants on? - Dignity.

So he makes his way to the quarry,

naked apart from his underpants, and he's what?

- Carrying this tire. - Too heavy.

Rolling it along in front of him.

This was no suicide.

This man was stripped naked near as damn it

and thrown into the quarry, tied to a tractor tire

to make sure that he stayed there.

- Murder? - Yes, Lloyd, murder.

Come on, Mared. We're going back to the quarry.

Sir, just spoken to pathology.

Dental examination's put the victim in his early 20s.

Bruising to the face and marks on the body

suggest that he was beaten. His fingernails were worn away.

He was trapped in a confined space.

Cause of death confirmed as drowning.

But they tested the water in his lungs

against the water of the quarry.

- And? - It doesn't match.

He drowned somewhere else.

The pathology report says the water in his lungs

shows high levels of peat and animal waste.

Animal? What sort of animal?

The water the victim drowned in contained

significant quantities of sheep's urine and feces.

Well, there's plenty of that up here.

I thought you ran the pub.

I do. I also do this.

Some of the fencing at the quarry looks new.

- Who did the work? - Me.

- When was that? - Month ago, thereabouts.

A disused quarry? Why?

Disused but still dangerous.

Tommy knows his responsibilities.

You two were close friends?

I saw some photos in his office.

We grew up together.

We still don't have a name for the dead man.

- Any ideas? - No.

It was good of Mr James to give you the job at the quarry.

It's what friends do, isn't it?

Given minimum employment age and the quarry closing in 1993,

if he'd worked there, he'd be at least 35.

Ten years too old for our man.

There's no match in the missing persons list?

Not in this area in the last six months.

- We've widened the net. - We've got ten names now.

We're working our way through them.

Keep me posted.

You all right?

Do you sell Goodyear tractor tires?

I sell all makes.

There's a list in the office.

My husband's not in if that's who you're after.

I've already spoken to him.

Second job, is it? Fencing?

- Yes, and just as well. - Business bad, then?

Quiet in the week, a bit better at weekends.

Lots of postcards.

- Help cheer the place up. - Who are they from?

Customers and some of the people who stop in here.

Got a room upstairs, do B and B.

Get all sorts here. Loggers, shearers.

Some of them stay in touch.

Can you give me any names?

You think one of them might be him in the quarry?

It's possible. Names?

I'll do my best.

You lost?

No, not lost.

Just trying to work out how a drowned man's lungs

got to be full of water containing sheep shit and piss.

He could have fallen into a sump.

You wouldn't want to fall into one of them.

What are the pens?

Well, that's where we sort the sheep out.

I can't see how your man would end up drowning in there, mind.

Thanks.

This one's Dean Hudson, shearer.

Worked here for the last three seasons.

Any address?

Lives in New Zealand. Sorry.

How about this one?

Shelley, agricultural student, girl.

This one?

"Hope you're well. Life moves on. M.@

M?

Can't remember.

Matthew, Martin?

It might have been Matthew.

Put it down.

Put it down, I said!

Now!

You trying to kill me?

- I thought you were-- - Who?

You shouldn't be here. It's private.

I was following a man that sells tires in Penwyllt.

- Gwilym Morgan. - You know him?

Well, I've seen him about.

- Wasn't he up here to see you? - I don't see anyone.

- Why not? - I just don't.

What's your name?

Wyn. Wyn Bratton.

Were you up here in January, Wyn?

I live up here. Why?

We found a body in the quarry, yesterday.

I'm trying to find out who it is.

Well, I can't help you.

Well, you must know every inch of this forest,

what and who moves in and out.

I just get on with my job.

Makes it simple. People complicate things.

- Is that why you live here? - Yeah.

- In a caravan? - Suits me.

Bed, roof, something to cook on.

- For how long? - Four years.

Lonely life?

- Only If you need company. - Don't you?

- Have you finished? - Not yet, no.

Lloyd?

We got a match on the DNA, sir.

His name is Michael Reynolds.

Thanks.

- Did you phone just now? - Yes. Why?

No reason, just...

The dead man has a name: Michael Reynolds.

Does that mean anything to you?

Michael Reynolds was 24 and originally from Abercrave.

He taught science in comp near Swansea,

and at Ynysuchaf School until January.

Middle of the afternoon on Thursday the 7th,...

...he suddenly stopped speaking and walks out of his classroom.

Then he goes home, packs a few things, and leaves.

Any problems at the school?

Nope, the headmistress spoke highly of him.

She said the kids loved him too. He was a natural.

So why did he walk?

His parents were killed in a car crash a few months before.

The head thinks he'd bottled up his grief

to the point where he simply couldn't take anymore.

He left these things at the school.

A St Christopher.

His housemates say it was a present from his parents.

Always wore it.

It wasn't on the body.

So he leaves the house, calls a cab,

spends a night in a hotel in Swansea.

The next day, January the 8th,

he goes to a garage and buys a VW camper van.

Plate number E730FLR.

He pays in cash and insists on taking it immediately.

He arranges insurance on the spot by phone, by card.

That's the last time the credit card was used.

That's the last time anyone saw him.

Where's the camper van now?

We're checking traffic cams, all available CCTV.

Details have been circulated to all regional forces.

Get this photocopied and circulated.

And run a check on a Wyn Bratton for me, please.

Why Bratton.

DI Rhys.

Meet me at Gwilym's garage in 15 minutes.

Yes, sir.

He broke down on the forest road.

Tommy found him and brought the camper van

down here with a pickup truck.

When was that?

January, early part.

What was wrong with the camper van?

Clapped out. I agreed to repair it.

I'm a quantified mechanic.

I love those old camper vans,

the freedom to move wherever you want.

Feel the need to move, do you, Mr Morgan?

No, no just... Anyway, took a few weeks

waiting for parts and that, you know.

Where did he live in the meantime?

Did he live with you?

No, he lived with Dic and Lowri at the pub.

When did you last see him?

When he drove off, end of February.

There's a lot of Dic and Tommy. None of you.

Well, I took them, didn't I?

I saw you yesterday by the forest.

Where were you going?

There's a shortcut through there to the next valley.

You weren't going into the forest?

No, no just to the next valley.

We're very keen to trace the VW camper van, Mr Morgan.

Perhaps you can keep an eye out when you're on your travels.

Yeah, of course, I'd be glad to.

How did he get on with everyone?

Really well.

He didn't get into any arguments?

Fights? Make any enemies?

Wasn't the type.

What about you? Did you like him?

Yes, we all did. It's very sad.

- How long was he here for? - A few weeks.

He had the little room upstairs.

Can I see it?

Sorry, sorry.

He was great with Defi. And Defi loved him too.

He knew a lot about wildlife.

Defi's mad about animals and birds.

Owls?

Yeah.

Let me help.

I haven't got enough time to spend with him.

Michael took him for walks in the woods.

Defi always came back full of the things they'd seen.

That's very trusting of you.

You think so?

Can I have the keys to the truck please, Tommy?

Terrible news about Michael.

Please don't mention it to Defi.

We'll find our own way of breaking it to him.

Defi's in the house. Won't be long.

Did Mr James go lamping, too?

Just the boys.

- You, Dic, and Gwilym. - That's right.

Did he leave anything, any clothes,

any personal items of any sort?

No, no, nothing.

You all right?

I just can't believe it. I'm sorry.

Lowri?

We've identified the man in the quarry, Mr Rees.

Do you recognize him?

- Michael. - Yes.

What did he do while he was here?

He did some laboring for me to start, but...

- What? - A typical city kid.

Thought the countryside, was a playground, but it's not.

It's where we live and work, and it's bloody hard.

- Did you get on with him? - Hmm.

He was just more use here in the pub with Lowri is all.

Lloyd?

We ran a check on Wyn Bratton.

His ex-wife moved herself and their two kids

in with a new lover.

Bratton set alight to his house.

- And? - They got out OK.

Bratton got three years. That was 2005.

Defi?

Where would you go if you wanted to see an owl?

Mr Owl knows.

- Mr Owl? - He's my good friend.

- He lives in the forest. - Defi.

I came to see if Wyn had heard the news about Michael.

I thought you said you didn't know him.

- I was shocked. - So you were friends.

Sort of. He came here sometimes.

With Defi James?

That's his drawing, isn't it?

I showed him a barn owl one night.

Next time he gave me that.

Michael brought him here a few times.

When was the last time you saw him?

The week before he left.

Did he tell you he was leaving?

No.

Didn't you think that that was odd?

That's what people do, isn't it?

What are their names?

Doesn't matter.

He and Michael had a lot in common.

Michael had just had lost his mom and dad, and Wyn,

well, the two boys in the photo,

he's not allowed to see them anymore.

Michael started bringing Defi up here, and he was really happy.

Then Tommy put a stop to that.

Why?

Because he's an oddball

who lives in a caravan on his own, I suppose.

- No other reason? - Not that I know of.

Wyn's an outsider, and what Tommy says goes around here.

Anyway, Wyn went into his shell after that.

He won't talk to anyone about it.

Not even to you?

No, not even to me.

Would you drop me off outside the village?

- Why? - Well...

You'd rather not be seen with me. No worries.

2003, Bratton and his wife divorce.

She claims he'd beaten her several times over the years.

She's granted sole custody of their boys,

aged four and six at the time, and moves away.

Bratton gets monthly visiting rights,

but the boys don't want anything to do with him.

He accuses her of turning them against him.

There's a fight with the new boyfriend,

and a day later he torches the house.

The neighbor see flames, alerts the wife,

and she and the boys get out without injury.

Bratton claims in court that he thought the house was empty,

that he loves his boys and would never do anything to harm them.

What did he get?

Three years and banned

from going anywhere near her and the boys.

I don't think he intended to kill anyone.

And none of this makes him our killer.

Intuition, sir.

Is that reason enough to not bring him in?

He's got no motive to kill Michael Reynolds, sir.

He has no alibi either and history of violence.

Now those children were only four and...

Six years old, sir. Yes, I know.

And he's spent the last four years on his own

in that forest regretting every minute of it.

Living in a caravan.

You all right?

Sorry to bother you. It's about Bratton.

I'll catch you up.

I think he killed Michael.

- For what reason? - Well, they knew each other.

I had the idea

that maybe the missing camper van was up in the forest.

That's where I was going yesterday, to look for it.

But we didn't know that it was Michael at that point.

Yeah, but there was a body, and Bratton's got a record.

I saw him the night Michael went missing by the quarry.

It was a terrible night, raining hard.

And I remember thinking

what the hell is he doing out on a night like this?

So why were you out there?

I was on my way to the pub. You remember, Tommy?

Can't say off the top of my head.

But then I can't remember when you weren't in the pub.

Right. It has to be him because it's not one of us.

Nobody in this village would do something like that.

It's him.

I'm right, aren't I?

Offside front tire's got a slit in it.

Slap a new one on for me, will you?

Would you be surprised to know if I told you

that one of Defi's drawings was in Bratton's caravan?

No.

But you put a stop to his visits.

He's 12 years old and vulnerable.

What would you do?

Mrs James?

Defi and Michael often went up to the forest.

He started talking about a Mr Owl they met up there.

Carry on.

We weren't sure if he was talking

about the birds or a person.

We soon realized he meant Bratton.

And that was a problem for you?

We were happy for Defi to spend time with Michael.

But not Bratton, not in that caravan.

Being Michael, he defended Bratton.

He said Tommy was being unfair, just because he didn't fit in.

Did your husband ever feel that Michael

was undermining his relationship with Defi?

Not at all.

Tommy was pleased Defi had made a real friend.

We both were.

Michael wasn't here very long, was he?

You placed a lot of trust in him.

You never met Michael, either of you.

You'd understand if you had.

We're trying to establish what Michael did

in the days leading up to his death, Mr James.

We know he spent quite a lot of time with Defi.

I'd like to talk to him.

No, he's just a child.

Gwyneth, we can keep him wrapped in cotton wool forever.

Where is he?

In the garden.

Defi? Defi!

Defi!

Defi!

Defi!

Defi!

- Where are you? - Defi!

Defi!

Defi!

Defi!

There'll be a team of officers here in half an hour.

I can't wait that long.

I've been all over the village.

I'm telling you, it's Bratton.

Hey, we don't know anything for sure yet. Drink that.

See if anything in those paintings can give us a clue.

- What's the point? - Will you just look at them?

What is it, Tommy?

That could be Defi.

Well, who's the big one? Michael?

No, it could be Bratton.

The quarry. It's the one place we haven't looked.

Come on. Come on!

- Oh, thank God! - Mummy!

We've been worried sick about you.

Come on, Defi. Let's get you home.

Why is Michael dead?

- Is it my fault? - No.

Gwilym! Open up!

Lloyd?

Sir, it's Gwilym Morgan.

Dic Rees has just found him dead in his garage.

Thank you.

Onset of rigor puts time of death

between two and four this morning.

His best friend's son goes missing,

and he is the only one who doesn't help look for it.

Where did he go?

Firearms register shows he has a license

for 12-bore double-barreled shotgun.

Looks like it was his own gun.

It was loaded with game shot.

24 hours ago, he stood here trying to convince me

that Bratton killed Michael Reynolds.

Why this? Why now?

Maybe the guilt caught up with him.

Maybe.

Straightforward suicide then?

Tell ballistics to call me as soon as they've got a report.

Yes, sir.

I'm surprised to find you up here, Mr Rees,

after what happened.

Me moping about isn't going to help Gwilym, is it?

Fence won't put itself up.

Do you know of any reason

why Gwilym would have taken his own life?

No.

Might it have something to do

with the murder of Michael Reynolds?

Gwilym was not a killer.

Couldn't even kill rabbits.

What did you do last night after Defi was found?

Why are you asking me all these questions?

We're trying to piece together the last few hours

of Mr Morgan's life.

I went home to bed. That was about half past 12.

Didn't see him again until it...

I know this is difficult for you, Mr Rees.

You don't know anything.

This is harassment.

Gwilym Morgan died in the early hours of this morning.

Shot himself, by the looks of it.

You don't seem very sorry.

I hardly knew him.

When did you last see him?

Can't remember.

Well, he said he saw you at the quarry the night Michael died.

He was lying.

Where were you, then?

- Here. - Can you prove that?

You know I can't.

I liked him. Why would I kill him?

Why would Gwilym lie?

He's always had it in for me.

Him and his little gang Tom and Dic and him.

Could Gwilym have killed Michael?

Only he knows that.

- Where were you last night? - Trying to sleep.

- You have trouble sleeping? - Sometimes.

I went for a spin. It helps. How do you sleep?

Where do you get your water from?

Cooking, washing, where does it come from?

I fill containers.

From the pub?

- Not anymore. - Since Michael left?

About that time, yeah?

So what now? You just use the streams?

Things live and die in the streams

filling them with piss and decay, so no.

No, I use rainwater.

You don't think it's odd

that Gwilym didn't help look for Defi?

- He did, didn't he? - Apparently not.

What time did you get to bed last night?

Just after Dic got in, about half 12.

Did you tell him you'd been up to see Bratton?

- No. - Why not?

I don't tell him what I'm up to every minute of the day.

That's not the reason, is it? You didn't tell him

because you didn't want him to know about the affair.

How did you find out about that?

It was pretty obvious.

I wanted to know if he'd said anything about it to Dic.

Why would Bratton tell Dic? You're not making any sense.

Are you or are you not having an affair with Bratton?

Bratton? No.

You were having an affair with Michael Reynolds.

He was like a brother to me.

If he was in any trouble, all he had to do was ask.

I'd have been there for him, always.

When did you see him last?

Last night in the pub. He was worried about Defi.

Like we all were.

Could Gwilym have had anything to do

with Michael Reynolds's death?

No, not Gwilym.

Michael persuaded Wyn to let us use his caravan.

When you told me who it was in the quarry, I panicked.

I had to know if Wyn had told Dic about me and Michael.

He said he hadn't.

I was so relieved.

Why?

It means Dic's in the clear.

So who do you think killed him?

Well, Gwilym. Why else would he commit suicide?

What happened the night Michael went?

I was out. I got back late.

Dic told me that the camper van was fixed and that he'd gone.

How did you feel about that?

How do you think?

He didn't even say goodbye.

I didn't hear a word from him until this.

"M." Michael.

I keep thinking you could be wrong, couldn't you?

About Michael.

Mix-ups happen, don't they?

I mean, if he's dead, how could he have sent me that in April?

Lowri, Michael's dead.

And he has been since February.

Postmarked April the 9th.

Does she have any idea who sent it?

No, but whoever it was

wanted her to think that he was still alive.

Find out if any from Penwyllt was in Dublin in April.

Ferries, airlines.

- Scour the passenger lists. - Yes, sir.

Go to the school for a sample of Michael's handwriting.

OK.

Lowri and Michael were using Bratton's caravan for sex.

- What? - Bratton wasn't happy about it.

- Dic Rees know about that? - She says not.

Let's get him in for a chat.

Mared Rhys. Hang on.

Ballistics, for you.

Matthias.

The preliminary report from the postmortem

and the assessment of the ballistics experts

have cast doubt on what happened

the night Gwilym Morgan died.

Our initial analysis of events at the scene was wrong.

Further investigation has shown

that the length of the gun barrel

was too long for Gwilym

to have been able to reach the trigger himself.

And no evidence has been found of any mechanism

which would have enabled him to do so.

Gwilym Morgan did not kill himself.

The distribution of debris from the head

indicates that the angle at which he was shot

is not consistent with the gun

being fired by the deceased, himself.

Gwilym Morgan was murdered.

Gwilym Morgan kept his shotgun locked

in a gun cabinet in the workshop.

Whoever did it knew Morgan

and knew that the keys of the cabinet were in the desk.

And they killed him to silence him

about the death of Michael Reynolds.

Tommy and Gwyneth James, Lowri and Dic Rees

all have alibis for the night that Gwilym died.

And Bratton doesn't.

Bring Bratton in and question him, now.

What happened the night Michael left?

Gwilym came into the pub, told him the VW was ready to go.

He pretty much went straight upstairs,

packed up his stuff and went.

- Just like that? - Yeah.

- A bit strange, wasn't it? - Not really.

He was just killing time until the van was fixed.

You saw him go in the camper van?

I didn't exactly wave him off at the door, but yeah.

And then what?

Nothing, just a normal night.

Have you been away this year?

On a holiday? I wish.

You didn't go to Dublin in April?

No. Why do you ask?

Did you know your wife

was having an affair with Michael Reynolds?

Who told you that?

Your wife, Mr Rees.

No.

I didn't know.

Did you like them using your place?

I wasn't keen, no.

But you still let them carry on. Why?

He was a friend.

The other day at the caravan

when you fired the crossbow, who did you think I was?

You thought I was Dic Rees, didn't you?

You knew that his wife was having an affair with Reynolds,

and you did nothing.

I didn't want to get involved.

You are involved, Wyn.

You let them have sex in your caravan.

You let Defi hang his drawings on your wall.

You think you don't need these people,

but the truth is you can't live without them.

Leave Defi out of this.

He liked you, Wyn.

He called you Mr Owl.

Why did he stop coming to see you?

Did Tommy warn you off?

Wyn?

He said he'd break my legs

if I went near Defi again.

Michael stopped bringing him after that.

Is that why you kept his drawings?

Defi, he must be the same age as one of your boys.

Isn't he?

- Sam. - Sam.

- Sam and... - Harry.

Harry. Sam and Harry.

You tried to burn their house down.

I didn't know they were in there.

So you say.

I would never harm them.

I think you fancied Lowri yourself.

No.

But you were too scared of Dic and his pals

to make a play for her.

- You were jealous of Michael. - No.

You fell out with him about it. You really lost it.

You drowned him in a stream in the forest

- and dumped him in the quarry. - I never touched him.

And somehow Gwilym found out about this,

and you went out last night and killed him too.

No, no, no.

OK, you're free to go.

I didn't kill Michael. I didn't kill Gwilym.

That'll be all, DS Owens.

What the hell are you doing?

Bratton knows something, that's for sure.

But so did Dic Rees and Tommy James.

Something happened in that village,

and I know they're all involved.

You better be right about this, Tom,

because the last time I went out on a limb for you,

a man ended up dead.

Sir, we checked Bratton's place. Nothing.

- Michael's clothing? - No, sir, no sign of them.

We checked the whole clearing, inside the caravan,

under it, the rainwater butt, everywhere. Nothing.

Take Bratton back to his caravan. Keep him talking.

Right, sir.

Did Dic Rees know about the affair?

I really don't know, but if he did,

it would give him a clear motive for killing Michael.

Tommy and Gwyneth James flew to Dublin.

- When? - April 7th.

Here's the postcard from Dublin. Here's Michael's handwriting.

Completely different. If it came from Tommy James,

it suggests he knew Michael was dead.

Why risk sending a postcard?

To stop Lowri asking questions about Michael.

Hold on. Is this Tommy's handwriting?

We don't have a sample.

No, we do. Where's that box?

Here's a handwritten entry.

These were written by the same person.

Oh. What now?

- Is this your writing? - No.

- Are you sure? - Certain.

I need to see a sample of your handwriting then, Mr James.

There'll be something in the office.

Defi.

What's that, Defi?

It's me, Daddy and Uncle Dic

when we used to go to the quarry.

We used to go and watch the animals.

Those were the days.

Mervin's just about to start to wash the lorry, Defi.

Go and help him.

We've been keeping an eye out, like you asked.

No sign of the van.

That forest is a big place.

Asked Bratton about it, have you?

He told us that you threatened him.

I just...

I made it very clear I didn't want Defi to go up there.

Be fair. Would you want your kids hanging around that caravan

with the likes of him, hm?

That's my writing.

You took a flight to Dublin on April the 7th.

- That's right. - You don't deny it?

No, we both went, me and Gwyneth. Wedding anniversary.

Excuse us.

When did you find out that Lowri was having an affair?

She told Gwyneth.

And nobody said anything to Dic?

It would have broken his heart.

Yes, I wrote it.

What were you hoping to achieve?

An end to the nonsense.

Lowri was about to make a fool of herself

by going off with Michael.

Did you tell anyone else about them?

Only Tommy.

Weren't you worried he'd tell Dic with them being so close?

He's my husband. I trust him with my life.

He told Dic nothing.

I've loved Lowri for as long as I can remember.

I told her that I'd never leave her.

And I never will.

When did you find out about her and Michael?

I knew something was wrong. What difference does that make?

When, Dic?

Today, at the station.

She was heartbroken.

She wanted to go look for him.

Where did she think he'd gone?

She didn't know. She was hoping she'd hear from him,

so she could join him wherever he was.

Tommy and I booked a trip to Dublin.

The postcard seemed like a good way to help her to move on.

I can see now it just complicated things.

I'm going to need you to come in and make a statement, Mrs James.

Where are you going, Mummy?

Only for a ride with the lady. I won't be long. Don't worry.

Daddy will look after you.

You and me and Daddy.

That's all that matters, isn't it?

- Stop the car. - What?

Stop the car, please.

Someone's been here.

Our boys were here a few hours ago.

- Down there? - No.

Someone's been down there.

Are you sure about this?

Of course I'm sure.

Come on. There's more tracks down here.

There's something down there, behind those trees.

Grab this.

It must have been here since the murders.

The killer would have wanted to hide it as soon as possible.

The night Michael disappeared?

Yes, sir, the 22nd of February.

No, there'd be marks where the wheels stood.

The grass would be yellow. This is too clean.

This should be covered in pine needles, filthy from the rain.

These trees, Lloyd, have just being cut down. Look.

These tracks weren't made in February.

They're too fresh. A couple of days at most.

What have you got to say about it?

- It wasn't here before. - But you knew where it was.

You brought Lloyd straight to it.

I was in this clearing two days ago,

and I'm telling you, it wasn't here.

Somebody must have put it here while I was down in Aber.

Somebody?

Yeah, somebody who wants you to think I killed Michael.

Remind me. Where were you on the night of the 22nd of February?

Here.

Did you see Michael that night?

No.

Wasn't he in your caravan with Lowri?

The last time I saw Michael was a week before he left.

Can anyone verify that you were here?

No, I told you. No one was out that night.

I was out till the early hours fixing a leak in the roof.

I've never seen rain like it.

Don't go too far, Wyn.

Lloyd, come with me.

Do you know where I was the night he disappeared?

In Fishguard buying tickets for the ferry.

We were going to take off to Ireland together

in his camper van.

Took me hours to get home.

The rain, it was terrible.

Tommy and Gwilym and Dic were still in here drinking.

And Michael had gone.

That's what they told me.

Why have we stopped here, sir?

Something's dislodged this.

Our trucks, probably.

This bolt has been cut.

I've never seen rain like it.

That's what Bratton said.

This is where Michael Reynolds drowned.

The bruising on his face, the fingernails,

this is where he died, pushing up against the bars,

gasping for breath.

Hold.

Is it deep enough to drown in?

If it was full.

Listen, that gully carries all the waste from that sheep pen.

I think there was so much water running down

from this hillside on the night of the 22nd of February

that it overflowed and flooded the pit.

If you were going to murder someone,

would you really do it this way?

What if murder wasn't the intention?

Sir, over there.

Thanks, Lloyd. Go and get your car.

Someone puts Michael Reynolds

under the cattle grid and leaves him.

- To frighten him? - To warn him.

When they come back and see that he's drowned,

they panic, take the body, and dump him in the quarry.

Was Gwilym involved?

Well, I think he knew about it.

That's why he was silenced.

I've told you all this before.

I need to know exactly what time you went to bed

the night that Gwilym died.

1:00am. I set the alarm for seven.

Tommy had a meeting the following day.

You were in bed asleep? What, all night?

I went out to the bathroom, but that apart, yes.

I was still awake. My mind was racing with everything.

I remember looking at the clock.

And you got up at what time?

When the alarm went off at seven.

I'd only been downstairs about quarter of an hour

when Dic came banging on the door.

- Dic came to you first? - In a hell of a state, he was.

He told me what he'd found, about Gwilym.

- And then? - We rang 999.

Mathias.

Sir, you got to get up to the forest road.

- Bratton's on the move. - Bratton's running.

Get on to Traffic. Get him stopped.

Oh, shit.

Sir, found these in the back of Bratton's truck.

They must be Michael's.

- Recognize these, Wyn? - No.

You know where we found them?

Back of your Land Rover.

These are Michael's clothes.

And this is his blood on them.

I didn't kill him! Why won't you believe me?

I'm trying to, Wyn.

But every time I think you're telling the truth,

something happens to make me think again.

How did you miss them?

We didn't, sir.

The whole area was checked, including the Land Rover.

Those clothes weren't there. I'm absolutely sure of it.

Those clothes were planted there.

By who?

You know who planted those clothes, don't you?

I want to help you, Wyn, but we're running out of time.

I know you're scared And I don't blame you.

But I can't help you if you won't tell me.

Please, Wyn, before it's too late.

Help me.

Tommy James came to the caravan this morning.

He said if I didn't get out right now,

he'd do to me what he did to Gwilym.

He told you that he killed Gwilym?

The night Michael died...

...he was up there with the other two

by the cattle grid.

And the rain was coming down.

They were chasing him in that lamping truck,

making him run around.

And Dic gets hold of him, starts, like,

hitting him, kicking him,

just going wild, the other two egging him on.

I should have stopped it.

I know I should have. I wanted to.

- You were scared? - Not of them.

I've worked so hard.

Do you know how hard that is, learning to live on your own?

You let Defi and Michael get close.

And Tommy took them away. That's why I did nothing.

I... I saw them put Michael in the cattle grid.

I heard him scream, but I walked away.

I didn't think he'd down in there, but I walked away.

I should have helped him. He would have helped me,

I know he would have, but... I didn't.

I didn't.

The prints in the camper van all belong to one person, sir.

- Tommy James? - Yes, sir.

Is he here?

Gwyneth, tell me where he is.

I can't do this anymore.

That's what Gwilym said.

You know why he didn't help us look for Defi?

He was too scared the police would find the camper van.

He told me he got rid of it at a pub.

He lied.

It was in a barn at his place.

He hadn't even got rid of the clothes.

He was terrified the cops would find it all.

That's why he shot himself.

He didn't shoot himself.

He was falling apart.

Matter of time, he'd have spilled his guts.

- You killed Gwilym? - I had to, Dic.

We'd have lost everything.

I've already lost everything. We've got to tell them.

No. Don't let me down now, please.

Let you down?

It's got to end, Tommy.

Tommy!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

I didn't mean to kill Michael Reynolds,

just teach him a lesson, carrying on with Lowri.

If it hadn't rained so hard, he'd still be alive.

So would Gwil.

I loved Gwil like a brother.

None of this was meant to happen.

None of it.

Well done.

Thank you, sir.

- Good night. - Good night.