All language subtitles for hinterland.s01e04

- SOCO need another hour.
- She's been placed like that.

Carefully placed.

Do we have a name?

Mrs Thomas? Gwen?

When did you see Alys last?

- A couple of days ago.
- Is that normal?

We speak on the phone
sometimes, but, um...

We haven't been that close
just recently.

Any particular reason?

- There was an argument.
- About what?

I don't remember.

She's impulsive, like her dad.

Is he here? Can we talk to him?

My husband and I
haven't spoken in months.

I have no idea where he is.

- No sign of her shoes.
- No sign of anything.

Why her? Why now? Why here?

This place...
it's almost too perfect.

Alys Thomas.

Classics undergraduate.
Pathology thinks she'd been dead

for eight to ten hours
before she was found.

That puts time of death between
10:00 and 12:00 last night.

What else have you got?

Bruising to the face consistent
with a blow or a fall.

No signs of sexual assault.

We're waiting for the medical
examiner's report.

What about her shoes?
Her mobile?

- Missing. No sign.
- I want them found.

Alys was dressed to impress.

She was taking care
of the way she looked.

Was that for her own
benefit or somebody else's?

What about the tattoo?

A Celtic symbol of
female power, sir. Triskele.

It's got other meanings, too.
Could be religious.

- Could be lots of things.
- What about her parents?

Gwen and Iwan Thomas
married young. 1989.

Gwen was 18, Iwan, 21.
They separated in 2004.

But they were never divorced.

What do we know
about the father?

- He was one of us.
- A police officer?

- What happened to him?
- We had to let him go.

- The man liked his drink.
- Did you know about this?

Let's find out where he lives.

House on the estate, sir.
We've already checked.

There's no sign of him.
He hasn't been seen for days.

- Let's find out where he works.
- Yes, sir.

I want a picture of how the
dead girl lived, who she knew

and what she believed in.

Whoever did this felt
something for her.

She wasn't dumped.
She was placed.

It was a conscious act,
and I want to know why.

I don't think I ever
spoke to Iwan Thomas.

I was still in uniform
back then.

But you know what happened?

Rumor has it he
wasn't up to it.

I found where Iwan Thomas works,
sir. I'll check him out.

I'm looking for Iwan Thomas.

I've been told he works for you.

Works? That's a novel way
of putting it.

- Any ideas?
- Just the one.

If you find him, tell him
not to bother coming back.

What about friends?

She doesn't have any, really.
Only Sara.

Sara Perkins.

They studied together. Classics.

They've been close for years.
Still are.

Did Alys have any plans
last night?

Was she due to meet someone?
Go somewhere?

Did Alys come home
in the evenings?

- Generally, I mean.
- No.

No, she's got a flat in town.
She shares it with Sara.

We'll need an address.

Could you think of anyone who'd
want to hurt your daughter?

What's her relationship
with her father like?

I don't know.

They used to be close.

Sara Perkins?

You were friends, weren't you?
You and Alys?

We've known each other
since primary school.

You must have been
through a lot together.

Did Alys have a boyfriend?

Alys didn't like
to get involved.

Why not?

You don't seem to know much
about your friend, do you?

- Don't you care?
- Of course I care.

Lately, I'm not sure she
cared much about me, though.

Alys changed.

Last few months,
she was... she was different.

We need to see her room.

"Odi et amo."

"I hate and I love."

"I hate and I love."

Who does she hate?
Who does she love?

Catullus 85. "Odi et amo."
"I hate, and I love."

"Why, you may ask, I know not."

"But I feel it happening,
and I am tormented."

She was really taken by it.

She was so full of life.

When did you
see Alys last?

- Yesterday.
- When?

Morning, in my lecture.

What kind of a student was she?

Bright.

But she suffered the usual
problems one associates

with growing up.

In what way?

Hmm!
Alys felt things intensely.

She was unique.

She didn't just study it,
she lived it.

She had character.
She was bright.

There was no place
for mediocrity.

She was a creative soul.

But recently she'd lost her
way, and... Well, it happens.

Were you concerned about her?

Well, she was fragile.
There was a darkness in her.

And there was something
going on at home.

It was a difficult time for her.

We need to speak
with her father.

Well, I can't help you there.
I'm sorry.

This is Alys, 17:22,
yesterday afternoon,

arriving at Aberystwyth
station wearing the same dress,

carrying a small bag.

She was dressed up
for something.

- For a man?
- Not necessarily.

Now this is an angle
from inside the station.

She's catching the 17:30,
heading east to Shrewsbury.

We checked CCTV all
along the route.

She didn't go very far.

Ten minutes later,
she got off at Borth station.

Now, if we scroll
forward to 22:55,

the next train to
Aberystwyth is due 23:25.

- What's she looking for?
- Her phone. It has to be.

She was dead within an hour.
Where did she go?

Let's get up there.

And I want every inch of
that platform searched.

Can I help you?

Yeah. And you are?

Dyfan. Dyfan Richard.

I live at the station house,
look after the museum.

Is there a problem?

- Do you work here?
- I help out.

Keep an eye on the place.
Keep everything in order.

Do you know this girl,
Mr Richard?

She was found dead in
the marshes this morning.

I used to see her
quite often.

She was pleasant.
Different from the others.

The others?

Most of the people
on the platform.

There was a way about her.

Always full of life.
Ready with a smile.

When did you last see her?

I'm not sure. A few weeks ago?

I only spoke to her a
couple of times, that's all.

Such a pretty girl.

Bachmann City Class 3439.

My brother Ian,
he was a fanatic.

Does he still collect?

What did you and the girl
speak about, Mr Richard?

I don't recall.

She was headed
over to the hotel.

The Radial Hotel.

Yes, that's the one.

Where were you last night?

Here. Home alone.

And you saw nothing?
Heard nothing?

No. Nothing.

She was here last night,
about sixish, with a man.

- Can you describe the man?
- I didn't get a look at him.

But you remember the girl?

She's not the sort
of girl you'd forget.

- Been here a few times.
- A few times?

And you say you never
saw the man's face?

Oh, I'm not really sure
if it was the same man.

You hear them together?

Only rowing or shouting.
Screaming, she was.

Slamming doors,
the whole shebang.

Should've seen the room
afterwards. A right state.

Did they leave anything behind?
A bag? Shoes?

- How did they pay?
- Cash. They left it on here.

- What time is this?
- Half ten.

What about the room?
Has it been cleaned?

Yes, but, uh, you can
have a look if you like.

Thanks.

- Alys?
- Who is this?

Ever-decreasing circles.

Why were you calling her?

- No reason.
- How do you know her?

- I used to see her around.
- You were her dealer.

We went to few
parties last summer.

Hooked up a couple of times.
Had a few laughs, no big deal.

She was wild with a
couple drinks inside her.

When did you last see her?

- I don't remember.
- Try.

- A week? Two?
- Where were you last night?

Here till closing time.

- What time was that?
- Midnightish.

- What about after closing time?
- I went home with someone.

- Who?
- Oh, does it matter?

- Is that how
you got your black eye?

- Alys's father did it.
- Iwan Thomas.

That's why I was phoning her.

To warn her he was
off his head on booze.

He gets me outside,
tells me to leave Alys alone.

I told him I've got nothing

to do with Alys anymore.
And he smacks me.

- When was this?
- Sunday night.

Why did you wait so long
before phoning Alys?

- I've been phoning and phoning.
- I know. I checked the records.

I was trying to warn her.
I was looking out for her.

- Iwan's not a man you cross.
- Why hire him?

He knows the batch.
He's alright when he's sober.

- And when he isn't?
- You stay out of his way.

Terrible what happened, though.

Did you ever meet
his daughter, Alys?

The man never
shut up about her.

- This him?
- Yeah.

- Do you think he'd hurt her?
- He drove taxis for me.

I don't want to get involved.

I want a unit outside
Iwan Thomas's house.

Yes, sir.
There's something else.

What is it?

A postmortem has
been completed.

There's evidence of
multiple scarring

on Alys's inner thigh.

- Recently?
- Doesn't appear so.

- You coming in?
- No.

- Mommy!
- Gwen?

Eh? Isn't she gorgeous?
Isn't she gorgeous?

Shall we chase the horses?

He was a great dad.
She adored him.

Let's go after them!
Let's chase them! Come on!

Let's chase the horses!

What happened?

There's no room for us
in his life anymore.

- He said the job needed him.
- More than usual?

There was a case.
It got under his skin.

Drink was a release.

So they suspended him.
What happened?

They pulled him over.
One of his own.

Did him for drink driving.

Part of me was relieved.
I thought I'd get old Iwan back.

But he was more distant
than ever.

Even with Alys?

Could he have harmed her?

Sober?

Never.

Any idea where
we might find him?

Love you, Mum.

We'll have a sandwich.

Alys, what you do you think
of this?

What do you think of this?
Like it?

I know this is
difficult for you, Gwen,

but there's evidence of
scarring on Alys's body.

Was she, um...
Was she self-harming?

It was something we knew about.

We dealt with it. It passed.

He should never have
said those things.

What things?

My husband and I had an
argument a couple of years ago.

Some things were said.

Not all of them were meant,
and Alys overheard.

- Overheard what?
- The usual drunken rant.

About how I never
forgave him for never

being able to give
me a baby of my own.

How he was the reason I had
to settle for... second best.

Alys was adopted?

And was there any truth
to what your husband said?

No.

I loved my daughter.

Alys's?

Yes.

Where did you find it?

Radial Hotel in Borth.

What was she doing there?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

She's dead!
Because of us! We killed her!

You and me! Our own daughter!
This is between me and her!

- Iwan, stop it!
- Our own daughter!

Our own daughter!

Our own daughter.

- Hiya.
- Hiya.

Mum, what are you doing?

I just love you, that's all.

There's another meaning, sir.
The Triskele design.

Mother, father, child.

"I hate and I love."

The two people
she loved the most.

The two people who
had let her down.

Stop!

How do you feel?

I've felt better.

Take your time.

There's no rush.

You have children?

You?

No.

No. I haven't.

Does your brother build
the whole model world,

or is he a train
enthusiast only?

Oh, Iwan loved his trains.

Always did.

Did?

You know the marshes well,
do you?

I see them every day.

Can you think of any
reason why someone

would want to place a body
out there, like that?

Not to my knowledge, no.

But if I think of anything,
or if I hear something,

I'll let you know.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I switched on my phone,
and there they were.

Message after
message about Alys.

Two from my boss.

One telling me you
lot were looking for me,

the other sacking me
for going AWOL.

So you got drunk.

Then I got angry.

- So what now?
- Well, that depends.

On what?

On whether you had anything
to do with Alys's death.

Why did you hit Dean?

He's a waste of space.

Do you think he
killed your daughter?

He's capable of it.

She was a deep,
precious, beautiful girl.

She was.

Catch him.

Please.

Catch the man who
did this to Alys.

"They took the
flowers of the oak,

and the flowers of the
broom, and the flowers

of the meadowsweet,
and from those they conjured up

the fairest
and most beautiful maiden

that anyone had ever seen."

"And they baptized her in
the way they did at the time,

and named her Blodeuedd."

Rootless, lonely, and ignored
by the man she was made for.

Hardly the fairy tale
it's made out to be.

Dates and times from
the hotel in Borth.

Alys stayed five
times in total.

We also ran a check
on phone numbers

- taken from Alys's mobile.
- Thanks.

She phoned one number three
times that night,

between 6:00 and 6:15pm.
No reply.

Then she calls a landline
at 6:20pm.

The call only lasted
a few minutes.

The landline was traced to an
address on Constitution Hill.

- Wynford Rees?
- Yes, sir.

You shouldn't have gone up
to the marshlands alone.

- I know.
- It was reckless.

I know. I'm sorry.

You might not
value yourself much,

- but it doesn't mean we don't.
- I said sorry, Mared.

He never asked Alys. Not once.

Never asked about the case,
how it was going. Nothing.

- Who?
- Dyfan Richard.

He never asked the questions
he should have asked.

What are you talking about?

- Professor Rees's class?
- Yes.

- Where is he?
- He didn't show.

- Mrs Rees?
- Yes?

Is your husband in?

You weren't at your lecture
this morning, Mr Rees.

My husband hasn't been well.

She started missing classes.
She seemed, uh, distracted.

Disinterested.

I called her to my
office to try to get

to the source of the problem.

Offered one-to-one
tutorials to help.

That doesn't explain the
large number of phone calls

she made to you.

Well, she was
behind with her work.

She was, um, nervous,
panicking, anxious.

It happens sometimes.

Did she call you at home?

Yes.

You gave her your
private number?

She was a troubled soul.

Was the tattoo for you?

- Sorry?
- The tattoo on her arm.

Where were you Monday
night, Mr Rees?

- Here.
- Can anyone verify that?

I can. Wynford and I
had dinner together.

Thank you, Mr Rees.

Get Lloyd to run a check
on Wynford Rees.

Already on it.

Same goes
for Dyfan Richard.

Yup.

- Yeah, Mathias.
- Sir, it's Lloyd.

I think you need
to get down here.

It was Dean.
It was Dean that killed Alys.

They got together last summer.

She thought it was
just a fling,

but Dean thought it was more
than that.

- He loved her.
- I think so.

But he'd never admit it.

Why does that hurt you so much,
Sara?

How long have you
been seeing Dean?

Six months.

- Did Alys know?
- Yeah.

- Did she care?
- No.

She didn't love Dean?

I told you, it was just a fling.

But to Dean, it meant more.
He couldn't let go.

He was only with me
to be close to her.

He wanted me to dress like her,
dye my hair like her.

He even went and got the same
tattoo on his arm,

like there was some kind
of connection between them.

But there wasn't?

She hadn't really been
close to anybody recently.

She'd been in a
really weird place.

The Blodeuedd stuff
in her notebook,

is that what that was about?

She said that her and
Blodeuedd Worth were the same.

Reckon they'd been
conjured out of nothing,

whatever that means.

Monday night,
Dean was at work, wasn't he?

According to this, he was
at the pier amusements

- till gone midnight.
- No, he wasn't.

Well, go on.

We couldn't get hold of him.

I went down there about 10:00,
and he wasn't there.

The guy looking after
the place was pissed off.

Said he hadn't seen
Dean for hours.

Where was he, Sara?

You think he was
down in the marshes?

Checked out Dyfan Richard.

His record's clean, but there
was an incident on the marshes

a few years ago. A run-in
with a guy called John Clancy.

He's in prison now.

It was his boys
that found the body.

Exactly. Shall I go up there?
Find out what they know?

- Yes.
- Be careful.

Did it hurt?

- The tattoo.
- A bit.

Was is worth it?
Obviously not.

I'll bet you don't even
know what it means.

It's from Lord of the Rings.

Where were you on Monday night,
Dean?

I've already told you,
I was down in the arcade.

That's not what I've been told.

- I was with a girl.
- Alys?

In Narberth.

- Does she have a name?
- Kirsten. Kirsten Reed.

Lock him up.

- You John Clancy, sir?
- Who's asking?

DS Siân Owens.

I'm investigating the
murder of Alys Thomas,

the dead girl on the marshes.

Do you know anything about it?

Only that my little brothers
found the body.

How are they doing?

They'll get over it.

They send you out
here on your own?

Tell me what you know
about Dyfan Richard.

Kirsten?

Dyfan Richard is out on
his platform all hours.

Two of our horses go missing,

and he reckons
he didn't see anything.

So your dad and Mr Richard
had words?

That's one way of putting it.

That's not what it
says in the report.

He had it coming.

First, it was the building work,
then it was the horses.

You don't trust him, do you?

The man sees
everything and nothing.

How are you supposed
to trust that?

Does the name Dyfan Richard
mean anything to you?

- Never heard of him.
- What about Wynford Rees?

Alys and Mr Rees spent
a lot of time together.

- He didn't love her.
- And you did?

Yeah.

Clancy wasn't making any sense.

I told him over
and over I hadn't seen anybody

take his horses,
but he wouldn't accept it.

I must have seen something.
That was his take on it.

What about the money you owed?
For the building work?

It was nothing.

Some slates on the roof,
some plastering work.

I did them a favor.
Paid the agreed price.

That's not how they remember it.

There was a deal.

Clancy tried to renegotiate
after the event.

What sort of man does that?

He's in prison, now.
Am I right?

Yeah. The three boys
are alone out there.

It's a terrible thing, seeing
children abandoned like that.

The eldest boy is 19.
He's doing a good enough job.

Yeah, I'm sure. And Mr Mathias?

What sort of a job is he doing?

Give him my regards.

I spoke to Kirsten Reed.

Dean's alibi checks out.

- How was she?
- Slow.

Someone to see you in reception.

Release him.

Gwen.

I want to see the place
where Alys was found.

- It's not such a good idea.
- Please.

Thank you.

- Ah, shit!

What is it, Lloyd?

Wynford Rees used to lecture
at Edinburgh Met, sir.

I spoke to the department there.
He was moved on three years ago.

- Moved on, why?
- Accusation of rape, sir.

I want Wynford Rees picked up,
and his wife, too.

And make sure they
keep them apart.

Yes, sir.

- The charge was dropped.
- Why?

The girl who made it, Chloe,
she retracted the accusation.

But you were sleeping with her?

Yes.

You took advantage of her,
just like you did with Alys.

No. Alys was extraordinary.

I stood by him.

How did that make you feel?

Your husband,
carrying on like that?

I felt nothing.

I... I knew he didn't love them.

But were things
different with Alys?

Why are you defending him?

Why did you say you were
with him that night,

when you knew he was at
the hotel with Alys?

Because despite everything,
I still love him.

"And they baptized her in the
way that they did at the time,

and named her 'Blodeuedd'."

There's another reading
to the Blodeuedd myth,

isn't there, Mr Rees?

It's not all
virgins and flowers.

- She seduced me.
- You were her teacher!

Blodeuedd was created
for the sole purpose

of being the king's lover.

If she wasn't going to be his,

she wasn't going
to be anybody's.

And so she was
condemned to an eternity

of darkness and torment.

- Is that what you did to Alys?
- No. That's not how it was.

How was it, then?

I was attracted to her.

Alys was everything I wasn't.

Brave, talented, fearless.

And when you took her
out to the marshes,

was she fearless then?

I didn't take her out there.

But you know where
I'm talking about.

You know Borth.
You were at the hotel.

The owner of the hotel,
he heard shouting.

- What were you rowing about?
- I tried to end it.

Go on.

She phoned demanding to see me,

threatening
to come to the house.

She was going to
confront my family.

- So I agreed to meet her.
- To tell her it was over.

- Yes.
- Why?

Alys wasn't looking for a lover.

She was looking for a father.

My husband may be a fool,
but he's not a killer.

You seem very sure
about that, Mrs Rees.

Our marriage is a strong one.

The only thing that could
threaten it... is love.

And Alys Thomas
didn't love my husband.

Keep them in the cells.

Were there any other men
in your daughter's life

besides your husband?

Older men? Did she ever talk
about a lecturer?

What about Dyfan Richard?

Does that name mean
anything to you?

- Why are you asking?
- What do you know about him?

He keeps himself to himself.

I've never had anything
to do with him.

- But you've seen him about?
- Borth is a small place.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

They're waiting for you.

After you.

I went up to the house.
I saw your car.

I respected you.
Maybe I was wrong to.

That's enough, Iwan.

Go home.

Tom, a word.

You!
You! It's you!

Take him down to the cell!

Is that necessary, sir?

The man is grieving.
He's lost his daughter.

He's lost everything!

I know him better than you do.

Sir!

Dyfan Richard complained about
the family in the marsh

23 times
in the last four months.

That's once every three days.

It was like he
was watching them.

I got the phone records
in the report, sir.

- Watching them?
- What?

You said like he
was watching them?

Yes, that's what it says
in the report. Watching.

Tom, wait.

Wynford Rees is downstairs.

We have evidence,
motive, a strong case.

He was with her that night.

They fought. She stormed off.

He's the last known person
to have seen her alive.

Watching.

Where are you going?

Dyfan Richard has spent
his life watching Alys,

watching her every movement.
Why?

- You don't believe me?
- I don't know what to believe.

You went up there on your own.

Did you sleep with her?

Did you?

Check the tape.

Play that back.

My God. Dyfan Richard.

I can stand here for hours
and never be bored.

There's so much out there.

She was your friend, wasn't she?

Alys.

I don't know.

I didn't know her. Not really.

You've been lying to me, Dyfan.

Is that what you think?

I think
you've been watching Alys

the whole time
you've lived here.

I think you've been watching
the family. And me.

You've been watching me
too, haven't you, Dyfan?

Never a smile on
those ruby red lips.

It was you who phoned Iwan,
wasn't it?

Sent him up to the house?

I expected better from you.

Alys needed someone.

Someone outside of it all.

Outside of her life.

Someone different she could
talk to, who wouldn't judge,

or harm, or seek
to influence her.

- And that was you?
- I probably needed the same.

Were you in love with her?

Ours was a friendship. Pure.

How could I harm
a hair on her head?

She lit up my day.

And I hope, somehow, I
managed the same for her.

- Did you kill her?
- No.

Did you need to silence her,
Dyfan?

Did she become too much for you?

Did she threatened to tell?

I was prepared to ignore
the rumors,

but they seemed to be true.

You seem to possess a
checkered past, Mr Mathias.

I like to take an interest

in those
who take an interest in me.

Apologies if
I touched a raw nerve.

Wait, Dyfan.

Dyfan!

Where the hell have you been?

Where I should've been since
this investigation started.

Have you questioned
Wilfred Rees again?

- No.
- Why not?

Because despite being the
most frustrating senior officer

I've ever worked with,

I think you might be right
about Dyfan Richard.

We saw the tape, sir.

I need to search
Dyfan Richard's house.

What for?

He's lied to us.
Alys was there.

It was Dyfan Richard
that killed her, I'm sure of it.

We don't have any hard evidence.

All I want is to
search the house.

He admits Alys was there,
so we have grounds.

I'm not going to apply
for a warrant on a hunch. No.

With consent.
Get him to let you in.

If you find anything
significant,

then I'll back that
up with a warrant.

It's him.

What now?

We'd like you
to come to the station

so we can confirm a few details.

Helping the police
with their inquiries.

Something like that.

- I'll need a solicitor.
- Of course.

What do you do with
all these models?

I don't see any miniature
railway.

There was a break-in.

They smashed it all to pieces.

It was really a plaything
for me.

Now I make models to order.

For others' pleasure.

Sir.

I think the place is clean.

Go back to the station and
tell Prosser. If I'm wrong,

I'll interview Wynford Rees
on my return.

I don't think you're wrong, sir.

Just keep him as
long as you can, OK?

I'll do my best.

This is DCI Mathias.

You said Dyfan Richard
owed money to your father

for building work done?

- That's right.
- When was this?

Two years ago.

How well do you
know the building?

Better than anyone else. Why?

Good. Come with me.

What about my brothers?

I'll take care of them.

- It's like a warren in there.
- Is it?

Have we met before?

I thought you were
stealing my horses.

I didn't mean to
take the photograph.

I just wanted to find out
who you were.

I didn't mean to hit you.

You didn't have to tell me that.

I know.

Does that make me stupid?

I hope not.

But I'd like that
photograph back.

Deal.

I'm not what you think I am.

I know what love is, what being
close to someone feels like.

You need to charge me
or let me go.

- Don't do that!
- Why not?

What if someone
calls the police?

You haven't got a warrant!

Through here.

It's brilliant.

- Mared.
- Not good news.

We had to let him go.

Prosser refused to
hold him any longer.

Listen, Tom, I'm really sorry.

Tom? Tom?

Shit.

Get him back on the phone!

Get a unit over to Gwen's place,

and another over to
Dyfan Richard now!

We're on it.
Lloyd, with me. Now!

Come on, Gwen!
Come on! Pick up! Please!

Gwen!

That night,
Alys knocked on the door.

She'd lost her phone.

She couldn't get back
into the hotel.

She was upset.

She'd missed the last train.

I invited her in.

Said I'd phone a taxi.

I never meant to kill her.

She picked the
model I made of her.

She started to talk to it,
asking the model about me,

about "the weirdo",
as she put it.

"What's it like,
living with a weirdo?"

I told her to stop.

She just laughed at me.

I held her, both arms,
and asked her to stop.

And she shrugged me off,
and told me where to go.

And then she fell.

Knocked her head
against the table.

I heard her neck snap.

I wanted her to rest
somewhere beautiful.

Somewhere where I could
see her every day.

At the exact centre of my world.

Yeah.

She looked so beautiful.

Why Gwen?

Why did you do it?

She brought her sordid ways
to this sacred place.

She should have
been heartbroken.

But she took you to her bed.

I expected so much more of you.

You killed her daughter, Dyfan.

Hadn't you made
her suffer enough?

They should never have had
that little girl.

- She should've been with me.
- Why?

Why in this world
should she be with you?

Alys was my daughter.

Now all I want is
to be with her.

I thought you were
going to do it for me.

But it looks I'm going to
have to do it for myself.

No!

Where are you?

In the marshes with Richard.
I need an ambulance now!

Lloyd!

The ambulance is on its way!
Hey.

You OK?

Gwen died because of me.

He's gonna make it.

Tom!

Tom!