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It's like that poor young boy died for us.

So I helped you fake evidence!

-Shut up! -I did it!

So, if the police started to look into your case

any further, it would lead them

to look into all kinds of dark corners.

I can lean on the chief and all this thing can go away.

They're doing nothing and you know it.

You have to follow this up.

I reckon all she'd need is a nudge in the right direction.

What was he wearing?

A jacket with a bird on it or something.

Angela! You will not ruin my life!

The truth always comes out, don't you think, Sam?

I have an idea about how to end this.

Becky!

Becky!

Becky!

Becky!

Becky!

I know it seems like there's no way out,

but I've been thinking.

So what's your grand plan?

Are you gonna fix this like you fix the economy

or immigration or post-Brexit Britain every morning

on the phones?

Okay, I haven't thought every bit through

but Angela always has pills in her cottage in the bathroom.

I mean, a lot of sleeping pills, okay?

So we just-

What are you talking about exactly?

I was thinking that Angela must take her keys with her

to work, yes?

If you could get the keys, then we can do copies.

And then we can get in there, we could easily overpower her

and the pills are right there in the bathroom cupboard,

I've seen them.

So we'd overpower her, there's two of us, right?

And then we'd just have to get the pills into her.

Obviously there's a lot to think about,

but it makes perfect sense

because everyone knows about her problems with drink

and her history with men and how unhappy she is

and, Jesus Christ, I'm tryna help us here!

Sam,

you are no good in a crisis.

You once lost your temper

at the price of a giant Toblerone bar in duty free.

You once had a panic attack

when we got stuck in a lift for seven minutes.

The whole reason we're in this mess

is because you killed a defenceless teenage boy

because you were terrified, even though he was trying

to get away at the time you stabbed him.

So, here's what's going to happen.

I'm going to speak to Angela tomorrow.

I'm going to tell her I know about you and her.

Then I'm going to tell her it's in her best interests

to keep quiet and she will listen to me

because I am not a complete idiot like you.

She will realise that I'm leaving you,

so she has nothing to gain and everything to lose.

You're going to drink the rest of that bottle,

then go to sleep on the couch

and by the time you wake up tomorrow

I will have persuaded Angela to keep her mouth shut.

Why do you think you were transferred here, Karen?

Well, there was a shortage of FLOs in the area

and they moved us all around and-

What are your duties as an FLO, would you say?

Well, there's a whole...

Do you want the guidelines or-

No. In your own words will do.

I, uh, liaise with the families of the victims.

When you say liaising,

would you say liaising means constantly going round

to victims' families, collecting evidence?

No, sir [lady sighs].

I had some doubts.

I had some private doubts about the Hickeys' story.

I can see that I've gone much too far

in pursuing my questions on my own.

There's nothing to worry about, Bailey.

We currently only have one person on case progression,

so you'll be helping out there for a while.

Case progression?

We've all got to play to our strengths.

What do you mean by case progression?

It's just a fancy word for paperwork.

I'm sorry, Haalim. I really am.

If you've got any concerns

just go straight to Officer Lilley.

They took you off

because you've been poking around too much.

No. No, I doubt that.

Why are they forcing you off this case?

What are they hiding?

They're not hiding anything. There is no case, Mr Khalil.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm as disappointed as you are.

I didn't mean that.

It's "Mr Khalil" again. Not Haalim now, is it?

I'm sorry, Haalim.

I really am.

Yes, Tania, I do realise that.

I've pushed this meeting back twice already.

All right, I really have to go.

Okay. Goodbye.

For God's sake.

Angela, we have to talk.

I'm so sorry, babe.

That call just went on and on and on.

Sit down, Angela.

It's gonna have to wait, I'm afraid.

Sam told me.

Excuse me.

See you later, everyone.

Angela?

Angela, what are you gonna do?

What do you think I'm gonna do?

Sam told me you were threatening to tell the police.

About what?

Angela, come on.

I don't follow you, I'm afraid.

What should I tell the police about?

Like I say, I have to go.

We've got an editorial in the morning at nine, I think.

So I'll see you then, don't be late.

Angela[lady knocking on car door].

-Oh, fuck off. -Angela!

I'm leaving Sam.

But we have to talk, Angela.

I'm worried about you.

You're leaving Sam?

Yes.

Why would I give a fuck if you're leaving Sam?

I don't understand.

No, you don't.

That's your problem.

An...

Angela!

Angela!

Yes?

Angela, this is ridiculous. Let me in.

What is, Rebecca?

Let me in, for God's sake.

I'm afraid I can't do that, I'm rather busy.

Angela, I need to know you won't go to the police

or say anything stupid.

Oh, I can't promise that I'm afraid, Rebecca.

This is gonna hurt you as much as us.

I know.

But, see, I don't care about you,

and if I can't have Sam, I don't care about him either.

If he'd have come here himself

to tell me that he was leaving you,

then that'd be different.

But seeing as how he seems to have sent you,

it means it's never gonna happen between me and Sam.

That's accurate, don't you think?

I'll fucking ruin both of you.

And if I have to go to jail myself because of it,

then so be it.

This is insane. Angela-

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna pour myself another drink.

Then I'm gonna go to the police station

and tell them everything I know.

It is the right thing to do, after all.

Angela, you'll wake up tomorrow with a hangover

and regret doing this.

Maybe,

but by then the police will have arrested you.

Angela?

Angela?

Angela, open up!

Fuck.

Fuck [panting heavily].

Fuck!

Showers will be very reluctant, indeed,

to fade away, I'm afraid.

Especially down in those coastal regions.

Elsewhere, it will become dry

but with some mist and fog patches floating around.

Early morning mist soon burns away tomorrow morning

and it's a dry, bright start in a fair few places.

Hi.

It's over.

Look, look, I know I have a mountain to climb

to make it up to you but we've gotta deal with this.

Angela's dead.

-What? -She's dead, Sam.

How do you know?

Someone at work told me.

Told you what?

That she's been missing.

And that she's been found dead.

At the foot of the cliff near her cottage.

Missing?

Rebecca, I saw her two days ago.

It's like I said, people at work said she's missing,

then her family said the same, that they were concerned,

that she's not returning their calls.

Then she was found.

She must have thrown herself from the cliff.

She might have fallen, but it looks like she jumped.

Rebecca, you're not making sense.

When did this happen?

Tomorrow.

They'll notice tomorrow.

Then start to get really concerned after a day or so.

Rebecca.

You're not making any sense.

Angela's parents will probably get

in touch saying they've been ringing the cottage

and do we know where their daughter is.

We'll go round to the cottage

to check and find she's not in.

And we'll ring her phone and leave concerned messages

and maybe even join in a search for her body.

If it gets that far.

I imagine she'll be discovered before then.

Police will ask me and I'll tell them,

Angela was depressed and angry.

They'll ask other people in the office

and they'll say the same thing,

that Angela was lonely and troubled

and even drunk in meetings a couple of times.

Oh, Christ.

Help!

Help!

You need to get some sleep. Put that shit away.

Sam.

It's gonna be fine.

You need to put that away.

You need to go to work later and you need to act normally.

Sam?

I'm sorry.

Shit.

It's gonna be okay.

You just need to do everything I say.

Mr Khalil.

I thought I'd explained

that I'm not involved in the case any more.

There's no ongoing investigation.

The name on the phone, T, I know how to find him.

Hello. Come in.

Come in.

I wanted to reach out to you.

I wanted to say, I know that Syed probably told you

I didn't approve of him being with you.

But I want you to know that's all behind us now.

Come in, please. Come.

In the last month or so, he'd tell me things

when we weren't rowing.

He told me that he still liked you.

I was going to tell him that it was okay,

that, uh, he should see who he wants to see.

Anyway, I just thought you'd like to see.

Get home safe, okay?

Appreciate it. Thank you.

What the fuck am I doing?

Tommy [door knocking]?

You all right, love?

Is Tommy in? I need to speak with him.

Yeah, come in. Tommy!

Oh, for pity's sake.

Hi, Mum.

Yeah, I'm at work.

Well, when did it start itching?

Have you been to the chemist?

You're gonna have to do what they say

and go and see your GP if you can't get it over the counter.

It doesn't matter where your doctor's from.

I'm sure they have great doctors in Syria.

Mum, mum, I'm gonna have to go.

Yeah. Yeah. I'll speak to you later.

Bye.

I'm not doing it, right? So just fuck off.

All right, then, so I'm going to.

You fucking won't!

Mia.

Mia!

Mia!

Mind the bloody door, will you?

Shut up.

Hello?

Oh, hello, there, is that Rebecca Hickey?

Yes.

Who is this, please?

This is Ronald Pidd, I'm Angela's father.

Oh, hello, Ronald!

I didn't recognise your voice,

we met at Angela's 40th, I think.

Yes, well, it's...

I'm sure it's nothing,

but you know that she's, uh, that she's missing.

Missing? No.

I mean, I'm aware she hasn't been in to work

for a couple of days.

Yes, yes.

I spoke with one of your colleagues earlier,

we've been to her cottage, and there's no one there.

As you can imagine, we're getting very concerned.

Can I ask, when did you last see her?

Oh, let me see, um, it would have been, um...

It would've been three days ago for an editorial meeting.

No, sorry, I saw her the day before yesterday,

but only to say goodbye at the end of the day.

And how did she seem?

She seemed fine.

You don't sound too sure.

Ronald, can I be honest with you?

Of course, of course.

We need to find out all we can, Rebecca.

Well, I have been a little worried about Angela

for a few months now.

I mean, nothing very specific, but

well, she has been especially down recently.

I'm sorry, I'm not sure this is helpful.

No, no, no. It is, it is.

Down in what way?

Well, I feel I'm betraying her trust, but-

No. Go on, please.

She has been depressed recently.

I don't know whether you know?

We know all about it and the drink too.

She's been off her medication, so,

Rebecca, you can be totally candid.

We've called the police,

and they're finally taking it seriously,

so we're just hoping she's drunk somewhere.

But, obviously, we're horrified that she's...

Oh, God[Ronald sniffles].

Oh, Ronald, I'm sure she'll be okay, like you say.

Ronald?

I'm sure it's going to be fine.

Anything suspicious?

Yeah, if I'm honest with you,

she has been acting-

We have an overloaded health care system,

our schools are full, there's too many.

We are full.

Hello?

Mm.

Frankly, I was just bored.

Well, you might be bored.

Yeah, I mean...

I've cut you off, by the way.

I'm just so bored of tiring old gammony farts like you

calling in, banging on about the hospitals being packed,

when the hospitals are staffed

by the very people you want chucked out of the country.

I mean, what the F!

Okay, let's, uh, let's go to line two.

And if I was a betting man, I'd bet it's another racist.

Line two, hello?

Hello? -Yes, it's you. Speak.

-You are on. Is it me?

Yes.

Yes, you are on the radio. Speak.

That is generally how it works.

We are, after all, a sound based medium.

Try making sounds with your mouth,

preferably in the form of words

syntactically strung together into sentences.

Well, I do have an opinion on them,

but, frankly, I think the way you treated

that last caller-

Oh, great. Another fucking racist.

Now, I'm not a racist, actually-

No, no, of course you're not.

I've cut you off.

Another massively bigoted xenophobe,

but then, you know, I suppose you do pay my wages

by keeping this cesspit of a radio station afloat.

I mean, imagine if there were no bigoted arseholes

left in the country, there'd be no talk radio,

and then where the fuck would we be?

It's time, thank the Lord, for your news and sport.

Hello?

Bloody hell.

You all right, girl?

-Lovely evening, eh? -What do you want?

I was just out for a stroll.

Do you always go for a stroll through people's property?

I listened to your husband's show today.

He sounded drunk to me.

I've known a few drunks, so I know the cadence.

I knew your father, for one thing.

You know, they say King Arthur is asleep

in one of the caves around here,

that one day he'll come back and save Britain.

Of course, if he came back now,

liberating Britain from the intruders,

people like your husband'd be calling him a racist.

We've always welcomed visitors here, us locals.

People who belong here, that is.

People like you and me.

Take this young lad, Syed, was it?

I mean, I don't care the colour of your skin,

but if you go breaking in to people's property, well,

I'd have done the same thing.

Reasonable force, that's what they call it.

That's when the visitor becomes an intruder.

Well, it's the same with people like your husband.

Well educated types, looking down their nose at us

because they read a different paper,

have avocado on their toast instead of bacon and eggs.

But still, they're fine by us as well.

But they've got to stay on the right side of that line.

You've already threatened me,

and I've told you it's in my interests

to go along with you, so-

We're gonna have to do something

about your husband, Rebecca,

if it looks like he's becoming a liability.

Now, I trust that you'll be able

to keep that husband of yours in line.

You're right.

I can take care of my husband.

That's good.

I expect he'll see sense and pull himself together.

If not, I'm sure you'll be in touch,

and we can lean on him a bit more.

Right, well, I'd best be getting on.

Gets bloody cold as soon as the sun drops.

I'll check in soon enough, see if everything's all right.

Hello.

-Cola, please. -No problem.

I mean, imagine

if there were no bigoted arseholes left in the country.

There'd be no talk radio.

We'd all be listening to Chopin or the Beatles.

There would be peace and harmony across the land.

And then where the fuck would we be?

It's time, thank the Lord, for the news and sports.

What's going on with her?

Keep an eye on her.

Right, I am gonna finish up and head off.

All right.

I'll see you later.

You need to sober up, and call your parents as well.

Things are normal, remember?

It would've been easier to just tell the truth.

If we'd just told the truth that night.

It would have been bad, but...

I don't know if I can cope with this.

You on top of this copper?

She's nothing, an FLO.

A what?

Family liaison,

jumped-up counsellor.

Stick her on the payroll?

No. She's do-gooder material.

Shame.

What about the investigating officer?

He one of ours?

Lilley, no.

But I can lean on him.

Everyone's got their pressure points.

You didn't drive up here

to tell me that everything was fine.

The night of the break-in,

Angela Pidd, she backed up the Hickeys' story.

Well, she's the one they found yesterday morning

at the cliffs.

You've any idea what that's about?

No.

I asked around, bit of a headcase.

Drink problem, mental health issues.

Going round telling folk what really happened

up at the house.

She probably did top herself, but,

could be the Hickeys got scared.

We can make sure it's ruled a suicide.

Maybe it was.

Either way, we need to keep an eye on the Hickeys.

Trusting them isn't enough.

How do you know that that woman is not trying to...

How long have you been here, in Becksfield?

Eight years.

62 years.

I knew the Hickey woman, Rebecca, when she was a teenager.

She's a local. I knew her dad.

Hardcore drinker, used to hang out in the Icarus.

Nice girl, but the same look in her eyes her dad had.

One time she ran off, suspect it was him hitting her.

Or worse.

She hid out in the caves up near Neath's Head,

terrified of the old man.

Then I'm out on my land and I hear her shouts,

muffled like, from under the sod.

There's a small entrance in the field not many know about.

I go in, and I save her.

Sheer luck I found her, otherwise she would've died.

You don't survive in there for a night,

gets bloody cold as a witch's tit.

She must have been tough to keep her calm,

even for a short while.

I've seen grown men go to pieces in those narrow tunnels.

You take one wrong turn down there in the dark

and you're lost forever.

You listen to his radio show?

No.

Nah, you're more of a Classic FM man, I'm guessing.

Today he sounded drunk on air.

Ranting and raving, swearing,

they had to cut him off to go to the weather.

If anyone's gonna crack, it'll be him, not her.

Hello?

Hello, Mr Fitzgerald.

I've been giving it some thought,

and I'd like to speak with you if I may.

I thought I might come over later on tonight.

I was thinking quite late.

Maybe 11?

I have a proposal that might help both of us.

I think Sam Hickey killed Syed out of anger,

and they're all covering it up.

I believe everything you say.

I'm going over to the Hickey place,

push them on the Pidd death.

Loud shouting outside her cottage. Was it you?

He is bound to have other stuff on us!

Sam, shut up!

He knows we're behind it in some way,

but we have a trump card.

I'm sorry! It's the one thing I didn't mention.

Sam! We need to go.

This is crazy!

You said sometime in the next couple of days.

This isn't a time to panic, this is the time to act.