All language subtitles for Wolf.2023.S01E03.720p.WEBRip.x264

Oliver.

This was clearly meant

to look exactly like
the Donkey Pitch.

I'm calling the police.

I found spots.
Are you sure it's not blood?

Our phone lines have been cut.

Hello.

I'm Detective Inspector Honey.
This is Detective Sergeant Molina.

Your neighbour,
did he take your brother?

- Yes, ma'am.
- And no-one ever found him?

Where's my daughter?
Where is she?

You're not the police.
You lied to us.

If we don't know what you want,
how can we help you?

We want you to be scared.

I found her in the woods,
near the Donkey Pitch.

- Why do you care about a dog?
- I don't. I care about this.

I'll find the dog's owner,

but you'll get information
about my brother in return.

We have a deal.

She's swallowed something.
It appears to be jewellery.

Minnet Kable didn't just take
my granddaughter that day.

What are you doing
on my crime scene?

It means the world to me
that the right man is behind bars.

Because he is the one. Right?

I didn't throw
the Donkey Pitch case.

But your theory on those murders...
It's full of holes.

It never was one stupid man.

It was two very smart ones.

So the killers were never caught.
They're still out there.

I'm sorry. I know
it's a bad time for this.

I didn't mean for them to send you.

Well, it's too late
to walk it back now.

- But I didn't want them to.
- Yes, you did.

You called CID
in the middle of the night,

shared a theory you'd developed
based on nothing.

You know, when I was a sergeant
and I had theories,

no-one gave a shit.

Wonder why.

How many kids were there?

Maybe 100. They scattered.

Anything found
in the initial search?

We haven't done one.

We're just waiting on someone
to fix the lights.

Because we're literally
afraid of the dark?

Well, don't be scared, boys.

I don't think she'll bite.

There was a report
of a possible gunshot.

Possible?

Or maybe fireworks.

Damn.

For a minute there, I got excited.

Sorry. I know the sort of
stuff you're used to dealing with.

I've heard about your cases.

Can I ask you something?

I got a friend who's a paramedic.

Or...she WAS a paramedic.

She quit.

Think it was, like,
a final straw situation, you know?

Had to do with a bloke.

In a bathtub.

They called it Dead Man Talking.

She quit because of that?

Was he still really able to speak?

You know, after he'd done it?

The vocal cords sit
on top of the windpipe.

So you wouldn't necessarily
cut through that bit,

even if you slice clean through
your own throat.

Didn't know that.

Neither did I, at the time.

What did he say?

He said that he'd warned me.

Which he had.

Said I wouldn't want to see
what he was gonna do.

I said I could handle it.

They set up another generator
down here?

I don't know.
All the ravers legged it.

These cables connect to something.

What is that?

Fuck.

What?

Shine the light down.

- Eh?
- Just do it.

Della citta!

Tilly!

- It's OK.
- Lights, please.

I'm so sorry.

We've got you.

It's all right,
it's all right.

You all right there, darling?

Supposed to be good for your looks.

A little hang upside down
does wonders for the complexion.

She's almost died.

But she didn't, though, did she?

I do hate melodrama.

It's time.

Pop!

Mrs A,
I need you to do something for us.

Please, please
just leave her be. Please.

Jump on up.

Come on, old girl.
Give a little hop.

Oh, God.

Stop it.

She can't stand.

No...

No, no, no, don't touch her.
Please, please, please.

Oliver...

...relax.

He thinks we're going
to rape his wife.

- But we're not rapists.
- Of course we're not.

But that's what he's thinking.

- Mrs A's worried about it, too.
- She is?

She thinks we're going to rape
the daughter.

That's awful.

They're a family of perverts.

Oh, I forgot to tell you -
you'll like this -

Mrs Anchor-Ferrers also has
a theory.

She thinks we're obsessed
with Minnet Kable.

She thinks we're copying him.

So if all of that's true,

then we're copy cat
murderer rapists?

I don't think
anyone's considered

a third explanation
about who we might be.

Maybe we should help them out
a bit? What do you reckon?

They might appreciate some clarity.

Are you really gonna do this?

- Cos the Donkey Pitch is closed.
- Doesn't mean I can't look into it.

You don't even work
in Wales any more.

Open or closed, Wales or London,
I have the authority...

Oh, for fuck's sake,

I'm not asking about the reach
of your authority.

Though, it is interesting timing
to be pushing things, isn't it?

Aren't you already looking
at a suspension?

We can both do
off-duty detective work.

Why do you care what I do?

Because this is my case,
it's solved,

and you don't even live
in this country any more.

What you're doing is weird.
Why are you doing it?

It's five years
since the Donkey Pitch.

- The anniversary.
- So?

So...

...I found a note,
asking for help.

There wasn't an address, but...

Where did you find the note?

On a dog's collar.

I'm fighting my instinct
to mock you

because I just love that statement
hanging in the air.

I know how it sounds,
but it's more than just the note.

- It's the dog herself.
- Did she tell you something?

She'd swallowed a bunch of things.
They were stuck in her intestines.

Wh...

And she was found
on the Donkey Pitch.

The exact same spot.

Look, I think the wrong killer
is in prison,

and if the right ones are still
out there,

what if something's
about to happen?

If something happens tomorrow,

if someone is hurt tomorrow,

and I did nothing to stop it today,
then I don't think I could...

Oh, wow, Jack.

Such a great guy.

Darling...

Would you...would you tuck
your blouse

up into your bra, please?

But you just said that you weren't
going to do anything like that.

I just want to see your stomach.
That's all I want to do.

- That's all?
- Cross my heart, hope to die.

Anything you two want,
you can have it.

Did you hear me?

- Whatever you two want...
- Shut up.

- ...you can have it.
- Shut up!

Shut up!

Now your trousers - if you could
just wiggle them down a bit.

But you...

But you said all I had to do
was the blouse.

I'm really shite
at keeping promises,

aren't I, DS Molina?

It's not your strong point.

It's not.

Now...

...lower the trousers
down on your hips.

Please understand

that, in order for us
to explain who we are,

I will need access to your abdomen.

Just please, let her go.

We'll... We'll do anything.
We'll give you anything.

Just how much did you hear

about the way Sophie
and Hugo died, Mrs A?

I know you know about the bit
with the intestines

in the trees, you clever girl.

But did you know where
Minnet Kable made his cuts?

Because he didn't just slice
and dice.

It was all quite carefully planned.

I'd like to show you, if that's OK.

And while I'm drawing,

perhaps you can ask yourself

how might these two handsome men
know such incredible details

about the Donkey Pitch murders?

Why, it almost seems

as if they'd have to been there
themselves.

- I feel like they just got it.
- They did, indeed.

They understand it was us
on the Donkey Pitch.

Well, now you're just
over explaining.

Sorry.

Oh, darling...

...you can make noise if you'd like.

It's cliche to say,
but in this instance it's true.

There's no-one to hear you scream.

It's your company's sponsor mark
on the ring.

You mean it's my father's company's
sponsor mark on the ring.

Right. Sorry. Anyway,
it says "To Matilda,

"love Jimmy."
And the Jimmy is in quotes.

So if you could just do
a quick search for any engravings

you've done for a James,

then I can cross-reference the hits
with marriages to Matildas.

Right, and when you say,

"do a quick search"
and "hits" and all that,

are you talking
about using a computer?

Yeah.

No computers here.

Your company doesn't use computers?

My father's company
didn't use computers.

I'm a software developer.

So, searching manually, then,

how long do you think
that might take?

This side of Christmas. Probably.

No, that's no bother. No.
I need to arrange a prison visit.

Name's Minnet Kable.

Yeah, that's him. Double murder.
Couple of kids.

This interview
is being tape recorded.

The time is 10:15am, and the date
is the 11th of May, 2018.

I'm Detective Inspector
Maia Lincoln.

This is Detective Inspector
Gareth Matthews.

We'd like to talk to you
about Sophie and Hugo.

We're trying to understand
a bit more about who they were.

So we're talking
to everyone they knew.

Their friends, classmates,
the whole school.

To be clear,
none of you are suspects.

What can you tell us about Sophie
and Hugo? What were they like?

They were OK.

Just OK?

I mean, they were nice, I guess.

Can you be a little more specific?

I dunno.

Can you think of anyone
that might have a reason

to want to hurt Sophie or Hugo?

Maybe.

Maybe?

I just mean, like, maybe,

because everyone fights
with someone sometimes.

So nothing specific comes to mind?

I was being hypothetical.

Did they ever say anything that
might make you think

they were in trouble?

No.

Were they acting differently,
maybe?

You know, any kind
of unusual behaviour?

No.

Did Sophie ever mention a boyfriend,
maybe someone older?

No.

Look, can you think of anything else
that we should know?

Anything at all?

Sophie and Hugo hung out
with Emily and Max.

The four of them did everything
together. They were exclusive.

How did the other students feel
about them?

Everyone hates the popular kids.

But they weren't total dicks.

Beth!

Emily's, like, this medium-dick.

Like, "shitty online but mostly OK
to your face" medium dick.

Know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

Look, you're wasting your time
talking to the whole school.

Most of us never even spoke
to those four.

We don't know anything.

So you don't think anyone
is hiding something from us?

Well, the guys probably aren't
mentioning that they wanked off

- to Sophie.
- Bethany! Honestly!

It's true.

But if there's anything
to really know,

the only people who would know it
are Emily and Max.

It's really peaceful out here.

Never noticed before.

What?

I think I might look
to settle in the area,

once all this is over.

Not many people consider
buying property

at the scene of their own crime.

I know.

Christ, deer traps are heavy!

I thought you were going
to shoot the deer.

Truth is, I'm not the best shot.

Stigmatism.

So, I built my own trap.

Why are we so worried
about getting the dog back?

Doesn't have a chip in it.

What if the dog goes
to the neighbour's house?

What if the neighbour kindly brings
the dog back here?

What would we say?

Sophie was my best friend.

We'd known each other
since we were...five?

I can't believe
I won't see her at school...

Can't ring her.

Emily, can you think of anyone that
might have wanted to harm Sophie?

I can't. Honestly.

What about Hugo?

Any enemies in his life?

Hugo didn't have enemies.

You couldn't hate him.
He was...sweet.

Emily,

even the really good kids
sometimes keep things

from the adults in their lives.

And it wouldn't be speaking ill
of Sophie or Hugo

if you were to talk to us
about that kind of thing.

You wouldn't be in any trouble.

We weren't hiding anything.

The four of us just wanted
to do well in school.

Get into good universities.

There's no big awful secret.

So is this going to be
in the press again?

No. No media.

Because I don't want it coming up
again when people google me.

I do "what I eat in a day".

Did they not have those on MySpace?

So, Sophie and Hugo were a couple.

Did that ever awkward
with you and Max?

I already told the police
all of this at the time.

Humour me.

Max and I both have alibis
for the night of the murders.

I was at my great-aunt's birthday.

You didn't kill your friends -
I get it.

But just walk me through
what happened.

Max and I argued with them
a couple of weeks before they died.

Silent treatment, both ways,
you know?

Anyway, the police know
all about it.

We told them everything.

200,000 followers

wanting to know what you eat
during the day?

- You saw my TikTok.
- Yeah.

I saw your Insta, too.

Haven't been on that in months.

More like years.

Oh, I'm not talking about

the account
that's still active today.

I'm talking about the account
that you deleted in 2019.

You see, police, we can retrieve
all that information.

Your posts. Comments.

Usually, there's a lot of paperwork,
but believe it or not,

there are some people
willing to do me a favour.

I can be charming.

You really don't like trans people,
do you?

You see, a few years ago,

no-one would've cared
about that stuff, but nowadays...

Pff!

Well, that's, erm...

...that's transphobia, isn't it?

You're over-simplifying
what I said online. There's context.

And if there's one thing
cancel culture likes

to take into account, it's context.

Who supplied the Ritalin?

Excuse me?

The four of you.
Your grades were sky-high.

Plus, all your activities?

You wouldn't have had
the time to study,

at least not
in the old-fashioned way.

So I'd have to be an idiot
not to assume

that study drugs were involved.

So who supplied them?

Because it's harder
to come by than weed.

Just answer my question
and I will leave you alone.

It was Adderall. Not Ritalin.

Sophie bought it for us.

She had a connection in Cardiff.
She never told me his name.

Why wouldn't she tell you his name?

Because...

...he was like...hers.

Oh, fucking hell.

Fuck.

You can honestly wiggle
out of these?

I wouldn't lie to you, pal.

All right, I admit it.
It's beautiful out here.

It's the mist.

The morning mist has...

What the fuck is this?

Er...

I think it might be
a security sign.

Yeah, I know it's a security sign,
you bellend.

What's it doing outside
the Anchor-Ferrers' home?

Maybe they have security cameras?

Is it such a big deal?

Feels like it might be, yeah.

But there's no Wi-Fi.

So nothing's being sent
to the cloud or anything.

It's probably OK.

I don't feel like it's probably OK.

I feel like
it's probably not OK.

Really, totally,
absolutely not fucking OK

that maybe we're being recorded
right now.

Argh!

The dog was the first fuck-up.

There will not be a second.
This job is too important.

Do you understand?

Now, let's find those cameras.
Destroy them.

But where are they?

Well, I don't know,
fanny flaps, do you?

We could ask the family.

Not sure that we can trust
their answers.

True.

They're probably cross with us.

So what do we do?

We're going to play
a little game.

What kind of game?

I'm going to ask you,
your dad and your mum a question.

If all your answers match,
then Mummy gets a pillow.

But if the answers don't match,

if one of you lies...

...then Mummy will be wheeled in
for surgery straight away.

No. You said
you wouldn't do that yet.

I know, I know.

I said surgery could wait
a few days.

But we have sort of established
that I can't be trusted, haven't we?

So that's the choice.

Pillow or cutting.

It all depends on the answers
to the...

But what question?
I don't know anything.

First off, don't interrupt.

Second off,
have a bit of faith in yourself.

You might know the answer.

Young people today are so insecure.

I blame social media.

Where are the cameras?

Where...are...the...cameras?

We don't use them any more.

My parents put them away ages ago.

You still haven't answered
the question, Lucia.

I think they're in a box,
in the basement.

There's three of them.

Is that your final answer, Lucia?

Willing to bet Mummy's life
on it?

Well?

The cameras are in a box
in the basement.

There's three of them.
They're not in use.

Out of pure curiosity,

why are the cameras not in use?

Never could get the signal working
to send anything up to the cloud.

They were useless, really.

So you took the cameras down,

but left the security sign up
outside the house.

Why?

To ward off intruders.

How's that working out for you?

Why are you doing this?
It feels personal.

Like you hate us.
But we don't even know you.

What was the, er, procedure?

A median sternotomy.

And in layman's terms,
you twat?

A transplant.

So someone else's heart
is keeping you alive?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Do you know who it was?

It doesn't work that way.

Are you curious what it looks like?

Huh? Are you?

I am.

You see, Oliver...

...you might not know me...

...but I know you.

But I don't know. I don't.

You don't want to disappoint me.

Your husband already did.

Is he...all right?

He's fine. Now...

Cameras?

I have no idea where they are.

I just... You know, I don't deal
with that sort of thing. Ollie does.

All right.

Enough is enough.

- Count of three, Mrs A.
- No!

- One...
- I don't know!

- Two...
- I don't know you, sick fuck!

I don't know!

Worst bed & breakfast ever.

One-star review coming your way.

Basement.

They're in the basement.
I think, they're...

They're probably in a box
in the basement somewhere.

And I think there are three of them.

- Now, was that so hard?
- No.

No.

Tell me, Mrs Anchor-Ferrers,

just out of pure curiosity,

why did Oliver take
the cameras down?

I think that they were an eyesore.

In the garden.

You ridiculously shallow snob.

Give her the pillow.

Pff! You sure all this is necessary?

You said we were already
behind schedule.

Family's not going
to torture themselves, you know.

At least I don't think they would.

Got them.

They were telling the truth.

Now we don't have to worry
about the cameras, yeah?

What's wrong?

The security sign,
at the bottom of the drive.

What about it?

I swear it wasn't here
when we arrived.

But it had to be.

Right?

To the top. Belt that, boy.

Look his way.

Stay on him.

Good, good!

The station said you'd be here.

Did they also tell you
it was my day off?

If my missus finds out

I'm doing anything work related
at my son's match,

you're my human shield. Right?

Deal.

So, which one's yours, then?

That one, there.

And as you can see,

this requires
my undivided attention.

Well, he's...he's cute.

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Lincoln told me
you were back in town.

And she told me what you were doing.

Listen, I know I've got no business
looking into your cases.

You don't.

Oh, go on, Tomos. Cicio'r bel, boy.

C'mon, Ref!

So, are you 100% on Minnet Kable?

I am.

You ever look into
any drug connections?

What, with Sophie and Hugo? No.

Why? You don't think
they could've been into drugs or...?

Of course they were into drugs.

I'm sure we didn't hear about it
from their friends

cos their parents were
in the room at the time.

We assumed as much, Jack.
We're not stupid.

Well, I didn't think you were.

You think those friends were hiding
an involvement in drugs that was

so deep that it resulted in Sophie
and Hugo's gruesome double murder?

What were they,
international kingpins?

Well, I'd like to look
into the drug angle.

Yeah, well, you've got the authority
to do that, Jack.

Though I will say,
it is a bit...

Weird. Yeah. I've been told as much.

So, which FIB would've known
the most about the drug scene

back then? And not just weed,
but other stuff.

I know one guy.

He was a sergeant about
the same time as you, actually.

But I don't think you two knew
each other very well.

I'll put you in touch?

No regrets about leaving Wales?

Did moving back to London fix it?

I was rooting for you, you know.

Come on, rwan.

Come on, midfield.
Dal i fynd. Da iawn.

I'm sorry you had to come
all the way out here.

I was checking something out.

No, that's all good.
And congrats on making detective.

Oh, yeah. Four months now.

Settling into it. Mostly.

It's good to see you.

I know we never talked much,
but, er, still.

Yeah. You too.

Listen, I'm, er...
I'm looking into an old case

and I was hoping that you could
help me with something.

Was the case unsolved?

No, it's solved, but...

...I don't like it.

Sometimes you just know, right?

Right, yeah.

Yeah.

See, the victims,
they were into Adderall,

which they got in Cardiff. Right?

This was maybe five, six years ago.

Me and you were both skippers then.

But I can't remember ever coming
across any study drugs. Can you?

I remember lots of drug busts,
but not that specifically, no.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

Really wanted to help you.

That's all right.

The old case I'm looking into,
it's the Donkey Pitch murders.

Christ.

What, you think we got
the wrong guy for that?

Look, maybe you can't remember
Adderall specifically,

but those kids were keeping secrets.

Who knows what they were into?

So, can you remember any scenes
from back then -

I'm talking houses, raves,
whatever -

where something
just seemed a little off?

When we pulled up,
there was maybe a hundred of them?

But they scattered.

So I've got no way of knowing
if your Donkey Pitch victims...

Sophie and Hugo.

Right. I've got no way of knowing
if they were here that night.

There was one girl,
she broke her foot,

running.

Friends just left her.

We got a statement,

but she didn't give us
anything useful.

Well, I'd like her name.

- The file, yeah?
- Yeah, no problem.

The others thought
it was just a rave

that got out of control.
But I don't know, Jack.

Have you ever been
in the presence of -

I know this sounds over the top -
but something evil?

Well, anyway, well organised.

Loads of drugs.

No study drugs, though.

- Least none that we found.
- But there could have been?

For sure.

At the time, I thought...

What?

There were a few
of these raves back then.

At one of them,
we found shackles, chains,

handcuffs.

If we'd found that stuff
in the bedroom,

maybe we wouldn't have thought much
about it...

..but they were all over
the main floor, where the rave was.

Like people were tied up,
and other people were...

Watching. Exactly.

- Huh.
- I don't know.

I started to wonder if maybe
the raves were connected.

Like, maybe there was
some cult stuff going on.

You tell anyone?

Yeah.

I called a detective here.

But she shot that theory down
pretty quick.

- You remember her name?
- DI Lincoln.

Do you know her?

Yeah. Little bit.

There must have been
about 50 snakes.

Properly dangerous, like.

Not gonna lie,
scared the shit out of me.

- And the rave in here, too?
- Yeah.

At first, I thought
there was a nest of snakes.

But, I mean,
this is a stone box, right?

Snakes don't nest
in a place like this.

Someone must have brought them here.

Who would do something like that?

And how did we never catch them?

Dad?

Lucia!

Lucia, are you all right?

I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

I know...

I can't fix this.

I can't fix it.

We're going to die, aren't we?

Oh, oh, Lucia...

I can't fix this. Forgive me.

Oh, Lucia! I can't fix it!

You bastard!

I'll fucking kill you!
I'll kill you!

I can't fix it!

Can I ask you something?

In Newport,

you were always on your own.

You didn't join for the pub quizzes.

You weren't messing around
with the lads ever.

You were just...alone.

- Right.
- But you were OK with it?

I was. Still am.

- How do you do that?
- Sorry?

Like, how do you do this job
on your own?

Because it feels...

...lonely.

I feel lonely.

Find a partner. Work with them.

Loads of people do it.

You've already tried working
with a partner, haven't you?

They wanted to switch.

So, you know.

I want to fit in with the lads.
I do.

It's just... It's not easy for me.

I think I try too hard.

So I thought

maybe I'd just be
a bit more like you.

Just...not care.

Everyone cares.

Everyone wants.

That's normal.

Just give it time, yeah?

OK.

Are you gonna ask me
to stay for dinner?

- What are you doing here?
- Cos I haven't eaten.

How are you inside of my home?

Why did you move back to London?

Personal reasons.

Matthews pulled strings
to get you into Major Crimes.

Matthews is a softie.

So what's the sob story?

I never told him a sob story.

I told him I needed
to go back to London.

He didn't ask for details.
Cos he's not a dick.

But I am.

I am a throbbing, veiny dick.

And I want to hear the sob story.

So what is it?

Sick mum? Sick dad?

Have they carked it yet?

Oh, they have, haven't they?

Someone's in a box.

Tell me who.

It seems you're not fully
understanding what's happening here,

Jack, so let me spell it out.

You are fucking with my case.

So I'm going to fuck
with your head.

And I'm not leaving
until you tell me.

My brother went missing
when he was ten.

And I was eight.

We had an argument in our treehouse.

I started it.

And I shoved him.

Then he got angry
and he stormed off.

I tried to go after him,
but I fell.

I was hanging on to the planks
of the treehouse

with one hand,
my thumb got stuck and..

Ewan left because of me.

He never came home.

My thumb never healed.

It was my neighbour who had Ewan.

I knew it.

And he loved that I knew it.

He loved that I knew
what he'd gotten away with.

So, for years,
I'd search through his things,

through his rubbish,
looking for evidence of Ewan.

And he'd plant things
for me to find as well.

It was torture.

So, I joined the force.

And on day one, his was
the first name I entered

into the system.

He's a paedophile.
He's served time for it.

But I couldn't get him on anything.
I couldn't...

And every item that he ever left me,

it never had a print on it,
never had a print.

I got so angry...

I got so angry that...

...I left London.

Cos I thought
it would be better here.

But it was worse.

Do you want me to feel sorry
for you?

You're the only person who won't.

Hello, mate.

Sent over the file on
the girl we interviewed at the rave.

- One that broke her foot.
- Right.

Just wanted to make sure
you got it.

I'll be out in a minute.

It's OK.

I mean, the shower will be free
in a minute.

I'm all right.

Are you not planning on showering
this evening?

Wasn't going to. Why?

Because you handled intestines.

Civilised people would want to.

Oh, God the smell.

You really smell something?

Yeah. And it's getting worse.

Do you have conflicting feelings
about what we're doing here?

I read this story about
this bloke who kills another bloke,

buries him in the floor,
and he gets away with it, right?

Except he hears
the dead guy's heart beating.

Drives him bonkers.

But the thing is,
it's not really beating,

it's all in his head. Like,
the beating of the heart

represents
the original bloke's guilt.

So I was thinking...

...maybe there isn't
a smell in the house,

but you think that there is,

because you have conflicted feelings
about what we're doing.

It's the fucking intestines.

You left them by the car,
didn't you?

They're rotting, and the smell
is wafting up the stairs

from the back of the house.

I'm looking for Bethany Collins.

She's through there.

Oh, my God, who are you?

I'm DI Caffery. Police.

Creepy as fuck is what you are.

Well, I didn't mean to scare you.

You're literally lurking
in the shadows.

Well, you wouldn't answer
your mobile, so...

I'm on a detox.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you
about the Donkey Pitch murders.

Why? I don't know anything.
Barely even knew Sophie and Hugo.

You may know more than you think.

Whatever, ask what you need to ask,
I probably don't know the answer.

Well, the whole school was
interviewed by the police, right?

But you had your parents
next to you,

so I'm thinking some details
may have been omitted.

We went to St Armel's.

We understood the importance
of protecting our image.

So, what kind of info did you
hold back from the police?

What do you think?
We went to raves high.

Drove cars high.

Had lots of date-rapey sex,
usually sober.

Standard fare adolescent shit
we used to put up with,

but we weren't going to talk about
that in front of our parents.

Mm. Did you ever party
with Sophie and Hugo?

With them? No.

Around them, maybe once or twice.

Anyway,
we didn't talk about raves or drugs.

But only cos it had nothing to do
with them dying. Why mention it?

Well, there was
this one particular rave.

At Cwm-y-Groes Abbey.

One that got really out of hand.

That. Yeah.

Broke my foot, so I got stuck
talking to the police.

They asked me a bunch of questions,

but they already knew
pretty much everything I did.

The raves were a regular thing.
Lots of drugs.

Pot, X, ket...

- Adderall?
- Probably.

And who set the whole thing up?

- Bones.
- Bones?

- That's what we called him.
- Why?

I think cos we thought
it was scary.

Anyway, I don't know his real name.

But he threw the raves.

They were like events.

Mad things always happened.

Like what?

Slasher movie stuff.

You know, fake blood,
retractable knives.

None of it was real.

The whole point was
he was going to scare us,

but also get us high.

Bones was like
this druggie Freddy Krueger.

We were young.
We thought it was cool.

Were Sophie and Hugo there?

Yeah. They were into it.
Especially Sophie.

Look, does Bones
actually mean anything?

Like, is he important?

He might be.

You should see this.

What is that?

I dunno.

That is buckshot.

You told me you trapped
the fucking thing.

Yeah, well, it might have been shot
by someone first.

That's probably how come
it was easier for me to catch.

- So you lied?
- Not really.

OK. You were economical
with the truth, then?

Does it matter?

I had a lot to set up.

I thought I got it quite good.

It only matters because
if someone else shot

the fucking thing
before you got to it,

they might still be wondering
where it is.

- Oh.
- Yeah, "oh."

So your story now,

just to be clear,

is that someone else shot the deer

and then it voluntarily wandered
into your trap to die?

Right.

Right. What did you cut it with?

What do you mean?
It was dead already.

To get the innards out, fucknuts.

Oh. Yeah. Um... A knife.

- From where?
- The kitchen.

- From the wooden block?
- Yeah.

The wooden block
on the kitchen island?

Yeah. From there.

There isn't a wooden block
on the kitchen island.

They have one of those magnet strips
on the wall.

Yeah...

I never cut the deer,
all right?

I sort of didn't need to.

Tell me exactly what happened.

Right. So, I'd spoken to
the housekeeper. Beca.

Took care of that
like I was supposed to.

Then I was about to do
the deer thing,

and I was really nervous
because, well,

I'd never really gotten
the deer trap to work

all the way.
It was really hard to build.

But then,

I was driving by the house
and I saw something.

It was a deer. And it was dead.

And it's insides were
in a bucket already.

So I thought,
"Why not just use that?"

You found the deer? At this house?

Yeah. Along the drive.

With the bucket and the intestines
right next to it?

Yeah.

So I put the carcass in the car,

drove it out into the woods
and dumped it.

Then I came back here,
used the intestines in the tree,

just like we planned.

Was a bit of luck, really.

Luck? You fucking...

You don't think
that maybe was a bit strange?

- How so?
- That you were about to do a job,

a really fucking specific job

of killing
and disembowelling a deer,

and someone had already done it
for you?

Yeah, actually,
that is a bit odd.

Oh, that definitely
wasn't there before.

What does it mean?

It means someone is fucking with us.

Have the police seen this?

No.

I had no reason to show them.

I mean, you caught the guy
who killed Sophie and Hugo, right?

Right? Right?

Right?