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I'm going to ruin both of you.

Police will ask me

and I'll tell them, "Angela was depressed."

She must've thrown herself from the cliff.

Oh, Christ!

Why are they forcing you off this case?

What are they hiding?

What about the investigating officer?

Is he one of ours?

No. But I can lean on him.

I listened to your husband's show.

He sounded drunk to me.

You better keep that husband of yours in line.

Angela Pitt, she backed up the Hickey story.

She's the one they found.

Hello, Mr Fitzgerald? I have a proposal

that might help both of us.

-Where is it?

The Hickey story, it never made sense to me.

We need to get back in that house.

We SOCO and we need to be looking.

We need to be looking at everything.

You're right, Bailey.

That's exactly what we should be doing.

There are reasons

why the Hickey case

wasn't probed too much.

Karen,

you're a good police officer

and a good person.

Most of the cops here in Becksfield are.

But sometimes,

you have to let something go

so that a thousand little good things can happen.

If you met Syed's father,

I think you'd think differently.

Tomorrow, I'm going over to the Hickey place.

Push them on the Pitt death.

What if I decide that this is all too much risk?

Warren can only hold his men back so long.

I suspect they'll come asking questions very soon.

Eventually the trail will lead all the way back to you.

If we are gonna be working together,

you'd better call me Fitz.

Mm-hm. Is there any way you could look that up?

That is so helpful.

So, there's definitely no model of that knife

with that serial number on the market today?

When would it have last been sold?

Really?

15 years?

Thank you. No, that's,

you've been so helpful. Bye.

Who's that?

It's early, isn't it?

Oh, hello, Inspector.

I'm so sorry. I know it's early,

but there have been one or two things

we need to go through.

Of course, come through.

Hello, Mr Hickey.

Inspector.

Everything okay?

Get you a tea or something?

No, no, no, no.

I'll only be a few moments.

A few matters have arisen

in the case of your friend, Miss Pitt.

We've had the autopsy back

and her wounds look consistent with a fall.

That is, with having jumped.

But there's a couple of things

in the days leading up to her death.

Some neighbours of Angela

reported they heard an argument.

Loud shouting outside her cottage,

a couple of days before her death.

A woman's voice, presumably Miss Pitt's.

And a man's voice.

We'd like to trace him.

Eliminate him from our inquiry.

Of course, we're still thinking of this as a suicide case,

but it's important we explore all possibilities.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh!

Oh.

I'm sorry to talk so bluntly,

but it's a strange thing,

the method of death.

I mean, we've started looking inside the cottage

and we found a full bottle of sleeping pills.

So, she had the means right there.

So, it seems odd that she--

-Jesus Christ.

Oh, the other thing,

Miss Pitt's recent transactions

show she went to Meticus,

the seafood restaurant along the beach.

The same day as they were out at the cottage.

It's just we were talking to some of the staff

and they say she was there with a man.

One of them thought it was you.

Recognised you from some of your media appearances.

Was it you?

No.

No, no, I thought not.

I was sure you'd tell the investigation if it was.

Right, well,

I must be going off.

I'm sure we'll soon clear this up.

Apparently, the restaurant has cameras.

We'll soon see who this fellow was.

Right, like I say,

I'll be going.

I hope you don't mind the early visit,

but I did promise to keep you updated.

Not at all. Thank you so much, Inspector.

Yes. Thank you.

And,

drive safely.

I'm sorry, okay?

I've been straight up about everything else, I promise.

I'm not angry with you.

There'll be plenty of time for that.

Right now, we have to think.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Why did he taunt us like that?

I'm not imagining it, am I?

He was dangling stuff in front--

Sam, shut up!

He knows!

He knows we're behind it in some way,

but we have a trump card, remember?

We have Warren,

the police chief.

Okay, Sam, sit down

and be calm.

I know what I know about Warren.

And so, Warren won't let Lilley push much further.

He has them in his pocket or at least, on a leash.

If that wasn't true, we'd be in custody by now.

Sam,

we'll probably be okay,

but just in case,

I need you to pack a bag and a passport.

-But what-- -It's going to be fine,

but just in case Warren can't hold all this back,

just in case,

we have to be able to get out of here fast.

Get on a plane and go.

If they come to arrest us,

I'll get Fitz to give us a warning,

-so we have a few hours-- -Rebecca, for God's sakes!

-Sam. -It's--

It's going to be okay.

Why are you doing all this for me after what I did to you?

Because I still love you.

Busy morning?

Same old, same old, you know?

What time?

-Warren just called.

Are you ready?

When?

You've got two, maybe three hours, tops.

Warren says Lilley's gonna make an arrest.

Are you able to get out?

Yes.

My man will be with you in an hour.

Sam!

Sam?

Sam!

Fitz called.

The roads will be blocked.

We go through the caves to get to Fitz.

This is crazy!

You said sometime in the next couple of days! Not now!

We need to go,

now!

It's too rushed!

-Sam. -What?

This isn't a time to panic.

This is a time to act.

Phone.

We are not turning these on

until we're in France.

And get new sims.

-Passport. -Yes.

Rebecca, this is just too insane.

-It's too-- -Yes.

I just--

Okay, yes!

This is ridiculous! There must be another way.

There isn't. Come on.

Absolute madness. They got nothing on us.

-And if we run-- -Sam, come on.

Trust me.

Okay. I, I-I can't do this.

There's no way that I can go in there.

You can do it.

I know you can.

I know it.

Follow me.

Come on.

Hold on to the rock.

Okay.

If we stay close, you can do it.

It's small up there.

Oh, god.

Jesus.

Great.

Wait, wait. Okay?

Yeah.

Jesus.

This way, Sam.

Are you sure you know where you're going?

Yes.

This way.

Keep your breathing going.

Yeah, it all looks the same.

Just stay close.

We're nearly there.

This is it.

I'll go ahead and make sure I've got the right exit.

It's another tight squeeze, so,

so you rest a while.

Wait, wait!

Leave me the torch.

It's too dark.

Your lighter, have you got it?

Your lighter?

I--

There.

Good.

You'll be fine.

Okay?

Just keep the lighter on

and wait for me.

I'll be back soon.

Stay here.

Your hand.

Becca!

Rebecca!

-Rebecca!

Becca!

Ah!

Ah!

Help! Rebecca!

Shower's in the same place it always was.

Help!

Help!

Help!

-Help!

Agh!

Ah!

-Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Hello?

Hello.

Hi.

Are you on nights then, this week?

Help!

-Help!

Ms Hickey,

we need a word.

What's this all about?

We did try to call you.

Um,

I've been at work.

My phone's off.

Where's my husband?

Sam!

Sam?

Ms Hickey--

I don't understand. Where is he?

Sam?

Ms Hickey, we've been here since 5pm.

It's extremely unlikely that--

Ms Hickey,

please take a seat.

Rebecca,

sit down.

Why are you here?

I thought everything's been cleared up.

This is from Meticus.

Your husband was the man seen there with Miss Pitt.

What is this?

We've also gone through Miss Pitt's phone records.

She called,

or tried to call, your husband dozens of times

in the days leading up to her death.

Do you have any idea why that would be?

Ms Hickey?

We need to find your husband to question him

in relation to Miss Pitt's death.

What?

No, no.

This is ridiculous.

What do you, what are you even saying?

The autopsy on Miss Pitt

showed injuries to her skull,

not entirely consistent with a fall.

There were markings on the cliff edge

that seemed to indicate a struggle had taken place.

Hang on--

You can't possibly think

that Sam had something to do with Angela's--?

We're not saying anything at this point,

but we do need to talk to him.

But first, we need to find him.

Okay,

we've checked at your husband's work.

Apparently he hasn't been in for two days.

I don't understand.

He must be.

Well, he can't have just disappeared.

Ms Hickey,

this is just my view at the present time.

That's all it is.

I think your husband was having an affair with Miss Pitt.

I think he was very keen to prevent you knowing about it.

I think your husband

had something to do with Miss Pitt's death.

When we arrived this afternoon,

there's a chance that your husband saw us coming

and just left the house.

Do you have any idea where he might've gone?

I presume you and your husband have passports?

Yes.

Would you check for me

whether your husband's passport is still in the house?

Um,

yes.

It's right here.

That's mine.

I don't, I don't understand. It was, it was here.

Is there anywhere else it could be?

But why--?

Why would he take it?

Well, this is, this is ridiculous.

It's ridiculous!

This is all some massive--

Ms Hickey,

it would help me enormously if you could check

whether his passport is still somewhere in the house.

I, um,

It could be downstairs.

I'll go and check.

His car's still here.

If he went along the beach,

could he have got up onto the road, do you think?

I mean, not without someone seeing him

trying to get to the town on foot.

Contact Stanbridge,

get them checking trains.

It's uh--

No, it's not here.

It's gone and I--

Oh, god.

I don't care what--

I don't--

I don't care what he's done.

I ju--

I just want him to be safe.

We'll find him, Ms Hickey.

The entire force is out looking for him.

It's not just his passport that's missing.

Some of his clothes are gone, too.

Ms Hickey,

if you know where your husband is,

it really is for the best that you let me know now.

If we can get him now,

then, the fact that he went on the run can maybe--

I don't know where he is!

I just need you to find him

and make sure he's safe.

We think he went to hide in the cave.

He may have planned to emerge later, get to the station,

but he underestimated how easy it is to get lost in there.

I'm sorry to ask this, but

did you know about your husband and Miss Pitt?

I just thought he was distraught over the break-in.

It was all so awful,

seeing him attacked like that.

So, when he became more and more withdrawn, I,

just--

Do you have any idea where Sam was

at the time of Miss Pitt's death?

That was, according to the autopsy,

the morning of the eighth.

That's last Tuesday.

I just assumed he was here.

He usually works from home on Tuesdays,

researching for work.

Sorry!

I know I keep pushing this. I know.

I've been doing a bit of digging about it.

I went to the library and looked through the old papers.

She was in those caves as a little girl,

running away from home, probably.

A local farmer heard her screaming and got her out.

And I looked into the knife that the lad had.

That knife has not been manufactured for 15 years.

What would a lad like Syed Khalil

have a knife like that for?

Couldn't it just be the Hickey's?

I noticed that the light was on in that shed

the morning after Syed's death.

I think

Sam Hickey killed Syed

out of anger

and they're all covering it up.

Maybe the lad took the knife from the shed.

Yeah. Maybe.

Whatever happened,

I think Angela Pitt

was threatening to tell the police.

So, maybe, he killed her.

Or maybe, Rebecca Hickey killed her.

And then, she saw her husband start to crack as well.

And she killed him, too.

That's Rebecca Hickey heading into work

at 8:05am on the day of Sam Hickey's death.

That's her arriving at the newspaper reception, 9:39am.

And that's her leaving at 8:50pm.

Here she is, heading back on the motorway,

9:33pm.

That's

roughly

three hours after Sam Hickey was first trapped in the cave.

I don't have an explanation,

but she's smart.

And I don't mean smarter than me, smart.

I mean, clever.

I know.

I've met her.

I believe everything you say.

I even know what she's got over the police.

Warren's been turning a blind eye to drug dealing for years.

Guy called Fitzgerald

owns a farm above the caves.

The farmer in your article.

Of course,

I can't do anything about that,

any more than I can about this.

I had the same thoughts you had.

I even went to Rebecca Hickey's work,

spoke to the receptionist

who told me he saw her coming in and out.

There's even a cleaner

who says she saw her in the kitchen late that evening.

There's an email sent from Rebecca Hickey's computer

at almost exactly the moment

that Sam Hickey was dying in that cave.

Of course, that email could have been sent via a timer.

But you fancy trying to get all that into a court?

Fancy persuading a judge

to let us get forensics into that house again?

Fancy getting a coroner to look at the Pitt scene again?

Bailey,

doing this job

is about doing what you can.

Karen,

are you okay?

Yeah.

Hi, Mum.

Well, I thought I'd ring you for a change.

Well, I'm calling you now, aren't I?

No, I'm good.

No, nothing changes here.

I was thinking maybe I could come up this weekend.

Look,

don't be going to any trouble.

Don't be baking or anything like that.

Right, listen, Mum,

I've got some big news.

-Smashing. -Thank you.

-Hello. -What can I get you?

A bit of everything?

It would be nice to be near my mum.

I'll be sad to see you go.

Do you think you'll ever go back,

to the police, I mean?

I don't think I'm really cut out for it.

Too much--

compromise.

You know, in all these months,

I haven't touched Syed's room.

I'll probably keep it like it is.

I just wanted to say,

I never said how

sorry I was that--

Things were never really,

never really resolved.

You did your job.

There's nothing more anyone can ask.

Oh, hello, officer.

Oh, no, not "officer".

I left the force.

Any chance I could come in?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Will you be moving away or

staying in Becksfield?

Away.

London.

Well, I'm sure lots of people

would love to buy a house like this.

Still, hard to find a buyer at the right price.

Just signed the forms this morning.

Anyway, you've caught me at a really busy time--

I won't be long.

I just came here to say,

I know.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Know what?

Do you mind if I sit down?

I know that you lied about Syed's death

and I know that you staged the scene

to make it look like he attacked.

I don't even think that poor lad had a knife.

I think that knife came from your shed.

Don't worry.

I'm not wearing a wire,

like they say in the movies.

I know about the cliffs

and I know about the caves

and I don't know exactly how you did it,

but I know you did.

Exposure.

I couldn't sleep one night and I googled it.

Big mistake.

I've always wondered about

really bad people.

Are they born knowing they're bad?

Or do they grow up thinking

they're just like everybody else?

I imagine it's something that

one would come to realise over the years,

that you're at a certain advantage because

you're capable of doing things

that others aren't.

Must be really weird, though.

Like living on a different planet,

or a distant star,

or in that cave.

Well,

you must have lots to do.

Yep.

Must be going.

When are you leaving?

Next week.

I've got a new job.

A step up.

Well, that's nice.

It's all turned out fine for you, hasn't it?

Those people,

I think they are at an advantage.

But they must be awfully lonely.

I think they lose out in the end.

Or maybe that's just me being naive.

I love you, Rebecca.