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[ "Fire and Water" plays ]

♪ My heart's in embers ♪

♪ Lying post-flame ♪

♪ But if this is how the fire feels ♪

♪ Light me up again ♪

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[ Button clicks ]

So, Hap Lake.

Let me paint you a picture --

This place is stunning

and I'm talking pain relief for the soul, stunning.

You look out over that water

and you feel somehow connected with everyone

who's ever looked at it.

And everyone who ever will.

It makes you feel... mortal.

But not in a scary way.

Beautiful places still have darkness though,

just like everywhere else.

And maybe they also have more to lose

in having that darkness exposed.

[ Ominous music plays ]

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My name is Riz Samuel.

And I chase the darkness for a living.

[ Voices whispers ]

[ Clatter in distance ]

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[ Clatter continues ] [ Ember Gasps ]

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Ember: Don't move.

Hannah: Agh!

-Hannah?! -Stand down, Detective Mum.

I'm just getting some air.

Do you want to die a premature and agonising death?

-From cancer or homicide? -Either.

-Both. -I've been looking for that.

Have you been sleeping with it?

No.

Hannah: It feels less safe without Dad, don't it?

If there'd been an intruder, he'd have hidden behind us.

That's not true.

It was moths he didn't like.

-Burglars he loved. -[ Both chuckle ]

I know you miss him more than you let on.

[ Somber music plays ]

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Do I not let on?

He wouldn't like you smoking, by the way.

He wouldn't like you taking knives to bed.

Killjoy.

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[ Clock ticking ]

[ Indistinct chatter on radio ]

Yeah, my post in taking down that armed assailant

is getting a lot of love.

He was holding a Hoover nozzle, Hitch.

Yeah, with intent!

Look, numbers don't lie, OK?

Oh, my God, you're so young.

I'm the same age as everyone else in the team,

-it's you that's the outlier. -[ Laughs ]

-Outlier? -Yeah.

Cheers.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Oh, wow, look at that.

End of an era.

Summer sailing club.

Used to be the Dingy King.

My husband ran that club.

Your husband was Mariner Mack?

I just called him Mack.

Cowboy electrics, eh, Rob?

It's not an accident, Ember.

It's been done deliberately.

-Who told you that? -I don't have to be told.

Brad Ashby's been threatening to do it since the auction.

He'd have got Liam to do it for him, or Ellis.

No, not Sheena?

No, women don't tend to be arsonists.

Well, it's 2024 Hitch, women can be anything they wanna be.

Police Officer: Excuse me, mate?

Look, I know he's your mate and that

but we should treat him as a suspect,

just like everyone else.

Well, this is how I treat suspects, Hitch.

Like they're not suspects.

Ah, right...

Malachy: This is the start of big things for us, Ember...

-Ember: [ Laughs ] -Malachy: ...a new life.

Rob: They've doused it in petrol

and lit a match.

No attempt to cover the arson?

Well, they're making a statement.

I'm doing the entire re-furb myself

'cos I can't get any workers who'll cross the Ashbys.

The Hap mafia?

Maybe it was an insurance job?

Well, I could fully understand buying a property

on this beautiful lake and then realising

that the locals are bat shit and reaching for a lighter.

Manning, I don't think this guy had arson on his mind.

Oh, thank you Hitch's knob for that investigative insight.

Any chance of anyone collecting a bit of evidence here?

Not my job, ma'am!

-[ Indistinct radio chatter ] -Oh, Jesus.

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Hitch: You really think the Ashbys torched the boat hut?

Ember: Well, I really think they're capable of it.

[ Door closes ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Whistling ]

Ember: Brad, Liam?

Arj: Alright, Ember?

-Breakfast beers is it, Arj? -[ Chuckles ]

I'm guessing you lot can account for your whereabouts

between the hours of one and three this morning?

Now why would you ruin our breakfast

by asking us something like that, Ember?

'Cos someone's torched the boat hut.

Oh, no.

That cardy wearing wanker from London

just spent a fortune converting it, didn't he?

Rob Trent's accused you lot. He has.

Brad: Rob Trent would put his granny in care

if he thought he could flog her house

to a tourist looking for an holiday home.

I heard you were outbid for the boat hut at the auction, Brad.

You can't have been too happy about that?

We were all at a lock-in here til gone three.

There's ten people who'll vouch for us.

Ember: What were you planning to do with it?

I'm struggling to imagine you teaching kids how to Kayak.

Maybe we were planning on giving it back to Arj here.

Ah, I see, you've started a charitable trust.

Ember, is it true you had your first fuck

on the boat hut jetty?

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah. Yeah, they put a blue plaque on it and everything.

Hitch: See you later, lads.

I didn't know you were so tight with that lot.

Yeah, I spent most of my youth in there.

-Oh, when, last week? -Karaoke,

scampi fries, Sheena Ashby in a low-cut top.

God, it sounds like an anxiety dream.

[ Door opens ]

Ember!

I'll follow you down in a minute.

OK.

Alright.

Er, sorry about the boat hut.

It's just a building, Arj.

No, it was more than that.

It was a dream.

Me and Mack making a living out of something we loved.

Yeah, and you lived it.

How many people can say that?

Only I've turned it to shit.

Businesses fail.

Like some fucked up Midas.

-Arj. -God, I'm weeping like the grieving widow

and you're out there in the world killing it.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah, hardly.

New job must be going well.

I've hardly seen ya since Mack died.

Yeah. Yeah, it's full on.

Miranda: Don't touch me Ellis!

Elis: Go on, have a bit of that!

-Miranda: Let go! -Oi!

-Ellis! -Ellis: Just eat it, will ya!

Ember: Get off her! Miranda: Let go!

Dick head!

Ellis: [ Laughs ]

I was just messin' with ya.

I'll, erm -- I'll leave you to it.

Yeah, we'll, er -- We'll catch up, yeah?

Miranda: You're such an idiot.

No more neglecting you, I promise.

Miranda?

[ Ominous music plays ]

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[ Footsteps running ]

Miranda?

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Knocks on door ]

Miranda?

[ Miranda retches]

[ Miranda coughs ]

[ Vomit splashes ]

You OK?

Miranda: Who's that?

[ Toilet flushes ]

It's Ember Manning. Hannah's mum.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Ember: What was all that about with Ellis?

What do you want?

Did you know on his 21st birthday,

Ellis got so drunk that he pissed his pants

in the back of a police car.

We call him Pampers Ashby.

[ Chuckles ]

You know, if there was one thing I could say to my teenage self,

it would be that there isn't a problem that can't be faced.

Not a single one.

But some of them, you do need a little bit of help with.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Car drives off in distance ]

What are you even doing here?

-I just-- -Just get out!

Now!

OK...

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You know arson can be a sexual crime.

A high proportion of sex offenders and psychopaths

have it in their back catalogue.

And then there was Ellis,

-manhandling his cousin... -Step-cousin.

...in what could be described as a sexually inappropriate manner.

You're always looking for connections, aren't ya?

I would say that is a facet of the job, Hitch, yeah.

Right, the boat house was burnt down by kids fucking about.

Ellis was force-feeding Miranda a pasty,

'cos she's clearly a bit hissy about her weight.

-Hissy? -Yeah.

Hissy.

Is that Hannah?

[ Girls chattering ]

We used to call this curb crawling.

It's what wrong'uns did before the internet.

-Hi, Mum. -Hi, Hannah.

-Hitch: Alright, Hannah. -You alright, Hitch.

Are you erm, investigating the arson, Ember?

Actually, we're just looking for your missing skirt, Jules.

No slut shaming, thank you.

[ Girls laugh ]

Do you girls want a lift?

Ember, there's not enough room for all of them.

[ School bell rings ]

-Show Chloe! -Chloe: Let me see.

[ Laughter ]

Thanks, Ember.

So, what's going on with Miranda Ashby?

-Mum! -Chloe?

We can't keep being your snouts, Ember.

My snouts? We don't know anything

about Miranda Ashby.

Look, I'm all for loyalty

but if it is an eating disorder

then it's not a secret to be kept.

It's a disease.

And not one that gets better on its own.

But you're smart enough to know that.

Miranda doesn't have an eating disorder.

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Miranda Ashby's pregnant.

-And? -She's barely 16.

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You stay here.

-Sexist. -Sensitive.

Hitch: Fucking hell!

Miranda.

What do we do?

Manning!

Manning!!

I said flowers.

Apparently, flowers aren't allowed.

I'm not taking that into Intensive Care.

I'm so sorry. Erm... how's she doing?

There's swelling in her brain.

They won't know how bad it is til that goes down.

Well, you'd better hope she gets better.

Sheena's in there with her?

[ Machine beeping ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Beeping continues ]

[ Sighs ]

How are you, Sheena?

I never saw it coming.

The baby?

It's fine.

Did you know?

She was losing weight.

Drowning in those hoodies she wears.

How far along is she?

I don't know.

There's doctors out there,

you can ask them.

-Let me go get them. -No.

I do not give my consent for that.

-She's only just 16. -Do you think I don't know that?

Do you think she's anything more than a baby to me?

But you can't protect them Ember, not every minute.

Did she need protecting?

I mean, you can't wrap them up in cotton wool.

-You can't stop them growing up. -That isn't what you said.

-You're twisting my words. -Is it Ellis?

-I want you to go. -Sheena...

And I don't want you to come back.

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She doesn't want us to know Miranda was underage

when she conceived.

-She thinks people'll judge her. -No.

Or maybe she's just protecting the father.

She must know we're not gonna drag a 16-year-old boy down

to the station for underage sex.

Yeah. Yeah, I reckon she does know that.

Which means he isn't 16.

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Amy: Bye.

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Late again. That's another detention.

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[ School bell rings ]

[ Students chattering ]

Oi.

D'you wanna get out of here?

We can't.

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Sit down!

[ Door closes ]

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Don't even think about it!

Caitlin!

Caitlin!

Hey! Hey!

I wanna come with ya.

Where?

Wherever you're going.

OK.

-Hi. -Hi.

Tough one?

Miranda Ashby is in hospital.

She jumped off the pub roof.

Fuck! Is she OK?

The baby?

They're both hanging in there.

Go on. Chuck us one of those.

Er, half.

Who's the father?

Dunno.

I'm a detective. I am basically a human lie detector.

Well then, you'll know that I'm not lying.

-Do you know how old he is? -No.

-Older than her though, isn't he? -I don't know!

Oh, that is bollocks, Hannah!

OK, maybe he's like, a bit older.

Does it matter?

She jumped off a roof.

Yeah, what's his age got to do with that?

Maybe nothing, but it's my job to find out.

What?

You know what.

No, that is absolutely not the same thing, Hannah!

-Why not? -I was 17,

she is barely 16.

Which means she was likely 15 when it started.

Yeah, but 16 is just some random number

that someone plucked out of thin air.

It could've been 15, or 18, or 17...

Yeah, but the legal age is 16.

Oh, God!

I am so proud of you, Mum,

out there enforcing completely random shit.

Er, you've had nearly half of that!

I've had like two sips.

[ Chopping ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

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[ Acoustic music plays ]

[ Indistinct singing ]

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[ Ominous music plays ]

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[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

It's a family matter really.

No Hitch, it isn't.

Look, if Miranda was 15 when she had sex

and he was more than two years older than her,

then that's something that the CPS might prosecute.

You know what you've got?

Chip on your shoulder.

You know that joke would actually work if it was a chip.

But it's not a chip it's a hash brown, so...

You're a bit sulky this morning.

Hmm, I didn't sleep.

[ Indistinct chatter, telephone ringing ]

The owner of the lake house

would like to know what progress we're making on the arson.

Are we really calling it the Lake House?

-Mr Ryan is converting it. -Hmm.

Yeah well, the conversion's just taken a major setback.

Unless of course he likes the charred look.

Do we know who torched it?

Well, we've been a little bit busy

with the Miranda Ashby case.

There is no Miranda Ashby case,

owing to the fact that we don't even know

if a crime's been committed.

And more importantly, there's no complainant.

-Well, I-I think-- -And just to clarify, Manning,

the complainant can't be you.

Right, well we've got nada on the arson.

Then close it off.

And find some words of comfort for Mr Ryan.

He's in room four.

Words of comfort?

-Sorry you've had a wait. -Don't worry.

It's no less than I've come to expect,

apathy appears to be endemic in these parts.

Well, the boat hut is gonna make a lovely house.

Views over the lake to die for.

You know, my late husband actually used to own it,

back when it was considered normal that local people owned

local properties and tourists stayed in B&Bs.

No, now, of course, tourists own the properties

and the locals can't afford to.

Mr Ryan, I'm afraid that arsons are near impossible to solve.

So, we don't actually spend too much time on them.

Especially when the fire was small and the building was empty

and nobody got hurt.

I wish I could tell you otherwise,

but then I would just be pandering

to your massive sense of entitlement.

What?! How dare you!

He'll tie up the paperwork you need for the insurance.

Build a mega basement or something.

But please, move on.

[ Door opens ]

Unbelievable!

[ School bell rings ]

I thought you'd been suspended.

Well, they know that's what I want.

I got a Friday detention. First one ever.

-Good! OK, let's go celebrate! -What?

-No, I've been grounded. -Yeah, me too.

Come on. Let's go!

[ Students chattering]

You live here?

For now.

We're going broke.

Erm, won't your parents notice their alcohol's gone?

No. It doesn't bother them as much as other stuff.

[ Coughs ]

If you don't like it, don't drink it.

I do. I just haven't, really, er...

You're quite innocent, aren't you, Kitty?

My name's Caitlin.

Kitty suits you better.

[ Buzzes ]

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This is Kingpin.

The last man standing.

Oh, you can touch him.

He's friendly.

He's so big.

Want to see something funny.

[ Horse whinnies ]

How gross is that?

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We're going to shoot him for the insurance.

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Liam: I know the type of people you are, right.

[ Indistinct arguing ]

Riz: You're on my property, you can't do that.

-Liam: You're on my property! -Riz: Whoa, could you --

-Get off me! -This is fucking ridiculous.

Riz: What are you going to do? I just wanted information.

Liam: You stay the fuck away from me and my family, alright?

-Do you hear me? -Save that toxic bullshit

for the man who raped your niece!

-Oi! -I will fuck you up!

Liam! Liam, do not make me arrest you!

-Why don't you arrest this bitch?! -What for?

-Asking questions? -She's been recording me!

-She's got a microphone! -Oh!

Don't you want to be famous?

You've got a perfect face for podcasts!

You know, I don't care that you're a woman!

-Prick! -Get away from my family!

-What was that about? -Ask him!

I'm asking you.

You think Miranda Ashby was raped?

That's what it's called when a grown man has sex

with an underaged girl.

How do you know he's a grown man?

Because I know someone else who's slept with him.

-Who? -I can't tell you.

I'm a journalist and she's my source.

Yeah, well, you start doorstepping the likes

of Liam Ashby, you're gonna get hurt.

[ Chuckles ] So, it'll be my fault

if I get assaulted?

Yeah, this place is like the A to Z of misogyny.

And "V" is for Victim Blaming.

Why are you here?

I do a podcast on crimes against women and girls.

And I'm researching the disappearance of Amy Knightly.

That case is like 17 years old.

What has that got to do with Miranda Ashby?

Maybe nothing, but word must have got out

that I'm staying here,

'cos I got a note under my door

from a girl who wanted to meet with me.

She told me that the father of Miranda's baby

is a serial abuser of underaged girls.

-A serial abuser? -More than one girl.

Yeah, yeah, I know what serial means.

It's... What if he's just an immature

-18 year old himself? -So what?

This is not something he's done as a one-off.

It's something he does.

He likes them for their youth, not in spite of it.

He's a predator and he needs to be stopped.

Malachy!

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You must be Kitty.

-Make it fatter. -It doesn't need to be fatter.

-Sure you won't have one? -Amy: No.

Kitty doesn't drink or smoke.

Ah, right.

You like staying in control, do you Kitty?

No.

Malachy: Because you're not.

There's much more potent stuff than alcohol running

through those veins of yours.

Endorphins, hormones.

We're slaves. [ Chuckles ]

We think we're choosing, but we're losing.

Yeah, we like to think

that we're capable of all this lofty stuff like love,

but really we're just animals obeying our urges.

[ Lighter flicks ]

How old are you?

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Why did you ask him that?

I was just interested.

Because if you think he's too old for me, you should just say.

That's why me and my old best friend broke up.

She was very narrow-minded.

Well, I think he's really good looking and...

nice.

You're so much cooler than she was.

I think my house is this way.

Will you be in trouble?

OK, well don't tell anyone that you were with me.

Why? -Because I want to have a sleepover at yours.

That's not gonna happen.

She knows it was you I bunked off with.

Do you have any other friends, Kitty?

No.

Tell your mum that.

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[ Woman coughing ]

It's not the cough that carries you off,

it's the coffin they carry you off in.

Nina: Take care.

Katy Hansen?

Er... can I just...

Sorry.

[ Sighs ] I need something from you.

[ Door closes ]

-Sleeping tablets? -No, why'd you say that?

Do my eyes look like piss holes?

Coming up to the first anniversary

of a bereavement can be tough.

Do you need a prescription?

No, I've got some.

Mack was at a pharmacy.

Well, they'll be out of date.

Did you know Miranda Ashby was pregnant?

I know you know that that's privileged information.

And I know you're not going to make me get a warrant

when there is a child safeguarding at stake.

Yes, I knew.

I did the referral.

I'm taking it the father never came to the appointments?

No. And I never asked about him.

Did the pregnancy have something to do with her jumping?

Well, do you think it did?

[ Sighs ]

It was a long time ago,

she seemed to take the termination in her stride.

Termination?

Miranda Ashby's been pregnant before.

What?

Ember: We need to go back to the hospital.

Hitch: Yeah, not now.

We need to go back to the boat hut.

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That's not Rob's.

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Right, someone's in there.

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You take the other door.

What, we're going in?

No, Hitch, we're gonna call the police.

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[ Metal clinks ]

Hey! Stop! Police!

Stop!

Hey, don't make me hit you.

What are you taking photos of?

I have permission to be here.

Who from?

Who do you work for? Mr Ryan?

What are you, a Private Investigator?

Er, you are not taking that stuff.

We found that condom!

I'm placing you under arrest on the suspicion

of the obstruction of justice.

Fine, all yours.

Not that you'll actually do any forensics on them.

Right, so we'll get these sent off to the lab then, yeah?

Morgan's never gonna sign off lab work for a couple

of melted canoes.

It'll sit in our evidence locker and gather dust.

It's better than him having them.

[ "Requiem in D minor" plays ]

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-Riz. -Sylvia.

-Do come in? -Thank you.

Through the velvet.

Have you done anything like this before?

No, I've always wanted to, but...

It's a big step.

What was your friend's name?

Amy.

The artifact goes in there.

Yeah, I don't have one.

Is that going to be a problem?

This is like trying to find a station on an old wireless.

The artifact gives us a knob to twiddle.

Yeah, could we try it knobless?

I don't have much experience of that.

Practise makes perfect, Sylvia.

I'll try.

[ Ominous music plays ]

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So, how old was Amy when she passed?

-15. -Oh, tragic.

What did she die of?

I don't know.

She went missing.

You're talking about Amy Knightly?

Yes.

You think she's dead?

Don't you?

People round here think she ran away.

Hmm and what do you think?

I think tales like this grab you by the ankles and don't let go.

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[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Exhales ]

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What?

Nothing.

Yeah, that didn't look like nothing.

I told you it'd be difficult without the artifact.

Yeah, but I thought you meant

like the messages might be fuzzy or something.

I won't charge you, of course.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Yeah, if that's all you have on offer.

Were you hoping for something in particular?

That isn't incense that I smell.

Is it?

[ Door opens ]

Casey: OK, so I'll see you next week.

-Woman: Yeah. OK, thank you. -Any time.

Er, I was looking for Lisa.

I'm afraid Lisa died.

-Cancer. -Oh?

God.

Oh, right. Well, that's a blow.

You don't expect to have to grieve

for your grief counsellor.

Yeah, I think it's been quite tough

for her husband and kids too.

Are you her replacement. You're a little bit judgy.

Usually I don't see people without an appointment,

but as you are so utterly charming.

-Please... -Er...

I haven't been sleeping.

Since your husband died?

No, since yesterday.

I literally lay awake all night.

And at one point I got so desperate,

I started to play Sudoku.

Was anything different about yesterday?

Perhaps you had more coffee than normal?

Er, well, a girl fell from a roof onto my car...

Oh, my God.

Is she OK?

No, no, she isn't actually.

She's erm...

she is really sick...

and pregnant.

Well, that would probably explain the insomnia then.

Adrenalin, anxiety.

[ Sighs ] Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

Thing is, I'm a police officer so I see some

pretty disturbing things and...

and generally they don't affect my sleep.

So, what do you think was different about this?

I suppose that she was a child?

And that she might have been a victim

of statutory rape by an older man?

[ Chuckles ]

My daughter thinks I'm a hypocrite.

I got pregnant when I was 17, by an older man.

But the two things are entirely different.

Well, the age of consent is 16.

So, there's a legal difference?

And a moral one.

The man in this case is attracted to young girls

because they are young girls.

And your husband wasn't?

No!

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No.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Your mum needs to phone my mum to prove I'm really here.

Eugh, I feel like a fucking prisoner.

Joan: Hello.

I'm Joan, Caitlin's mum.

Hi. -Er,

we're just gonna go upstairs.

You don't want to get some pop or something first?

-No. -OK.

Great, er...

take a seat in the living room,

I'll --I'll bring some through.

I hear very good things about Immaculate Heart.

Why did you leave?

We couldn't afford the fees, yeah.

And charity was the only Christian value

the headteacher wasn't keen on.

Er, well that's a shame.

I wanted to say thank you, Mrs Owen, for --

for giving me a second chance.

Oh... I promise I won't get Kitty

into any more trouble.

Joan: [ Chuckles ]

Kitty?

Er, er, we're finished.

Thanks, Mum.

[ Chuckles ] Let's go upstairs.

You have fun, girls.

[ Door closes ]

Did you know that a butterfly flapping its wings

in one part of the world can cause a tornado in another?

Er, no -So, imagine

if your mum were to ever unclench her arse cheeks...

Caitlin: What?

[ Laughs ]

Butterfly butt?

[ Laughter ]

Amy: "Would you like some pop?"

[ Laughter ]

Are they testicle earmuffs, Arj?

Don't die of embarrassment!

I'd like to say it's what Mack would've wanted,

but I know how much he cared about you.

Yeah.

Maybe not.

[ Cheering ]

He'd be so proud of her, you know.

Ember: I know.

He is proud of her.

Oh, don't do that "He's looking down on you," thing.

People say that and I'm like, "What, all the time?

When I'm on the toilet, when I'm picking my nose."

[ Horn blares ]

[ Cheering ]

It's the things I don't know, that's what haunts me.

Like what?

He never spoke about his mum dying, what that did to him.

His past relationships.

I don't know anything about them.

Well, what would you want to know?

Were there lots?

Were they serious?

Were they young, like me?

No one's like you, Ember.

You know what I mean.

Where's this all coming from?

Look, just tell me, Arj.

Look, trust me, Em,

falling for someone younger than him

is not what he set out to do.

So, he hadn't done it before?

Well, would it matter if he had?

Well, maybe.

Well, he hadn't. He loved you.

He said his life started when he met you.

Look, I-I want to try for a decent time,

-so do you mind if I... -Yeah, go ahead.

Hey!

Not joining in?

No, I'm not a runner.

Hmm, me neither but, erm...

my late husband.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Shall we walk?

Have you thought any more about doing the right thing?

If by that you mean, name my source

so you can force her onto the witness stand,

-there's nothing to think about. -Oh, it's about protecting her.

There was me thinking exposing the abuser

before he was arrested might be good for your career.

Like arresting them before they're exposed

is good for yours.

I'm a 34-four-year-old Detective Constable.

Nobody could accuse me of being ambitious.

[ Laughs ]

Please... don't exploit her.

You know, when I first got here, I was expecting

that Amy Knightly's disappearance would have cast

some sort of shadow over the place.

But it hasn't.

And I wonder how many people

would even recognise the name.

It was a long time ago.

That's what I put it down to at first.

But then the other morning I came down here

and I was watching the council workers picking up

syringes and condoms on the water's edge

and then I realised, Amy hasn't been forgotten.

She's been cleared away.

But missing and abused girls

aren't rubbish to be put in bin liners

and hidden from tourists.

They're stories to be told.

I don't think they're either of those things.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Sheena?

How's Miranda?

No change.

I know you took her to an abortion clinic last year.

Girls get in trouble, Ember.

-Twice? -She's not a girl guide.

Neither were a lot of us at that age.

At least Miranda's got me to remind her of her options.

Don't you ever wish someone had done that for you?

No!

I was 16 when I had my oldest.

So, I know it crossed your mind.

Brad: Sheena?

We've got to go.

-Sheena: What? -Brad: The hospital,

-we need to get over there. -Why?

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♪♪

Miranda Ashby. Where is she?

Theatre.

Miranda's deteriorating

so they've decided to deliver the baby.

But surely it's too soon?

I'm afraid they've both got a fight on their hands now.

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♪♪

Caitlin?

Come on, I need to get in.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's OK...

Caitlin's dad.

[ Bathroom door closes ]

You were ages.

I had a bath.

Er, why?

Because your bath has jacuzzi jets.

And they were amazing.

No, wait, don't you want to get in here with me?

There's plenty of room.

Have you ever come?

Erm... yeah.

Don't you think it feels like fireworks in your belly?

I suppose.

Do you want to do it now?

What?

Touch yourself until you come.

It isn't gay if you don't touch me.

I won't tell anyone.

I swear.

[ Pebble hits window ]

[ Pebble hits window ]

[ Pebble hits window ]

♪♪

-What are you doing? -I'm going out.

Out? Where?

It's -- It's midnight...

Yeah, come on, it'll be fun.

-You -- you can't. You can't. -You can come with us,

or you can be boring.

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♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Riz: So, what can you tell me about the man who abused you?

Rose: The way I felt when I first met him,

it was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

All I wanted was to be with him.

All the time.

He was so different from boys my age --

so confident and funny.

You can't go out there, I'm gonna get in so much trouble.

Rosie: But people can be nice and still be controlling you

and because they're older and you're younger,

you can't really see it.

They make you feel special

but only when you're doing the things they want you to.

Even when those things hurt you.

[ Clock ticking ]

[ Guitar strums ]

Hannah: What are you doing?

Just going through Dad's stuff.

I thought it was too soon.

Yeah, well, now it's not.

[ Somber music plays ]

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♪♪

♪♪

Oh, my god, Dad looks so young.

♪♪

Who's that girl in the photo?

[ Tense music plays ]

♪♪

It's Amy Knightly.

The girl who went missing.

♪♪

[ Acoustic music plays ]

♪♪

♪ My heart's in embers ♪

♪ Flying post-flame ♪

♪ But if this is how the fire feels ♪

♪ Light me up again ♪

♪ This heart remembers ♪

♪ Pleasure and pain ♪

♪ Pleasure and pain ♪