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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.