Original subtitles

[ "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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Riz: In 1835 Charles Darwin went to the Galapagos Islands

and found the wildlife so tame,

he could pick the birds out of the trees with his hands.

Not because they'd been treated kindly by man,

but because they'd never encountered him.

Darwin had a name for an animal

who had not yet learnt to fear its predator.

Naive Prey.

[ Tense music plays ]

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Hannah: Are you OK?

Yeah.

You're not stressing over this then?

Was she his ex?

No.

Then why are you being so weird about it?

Amy Knightly went missing the day after that photo was taken.

And then she was never seen again.

Oh, my God.

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Were you friends with her?

No.

Poor Dad.

I just can't believe he never told me.

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What's this, a dawn raid?

Miranda Ashby's had her baby.

I thought you'd want to know.

You know now that we're sharing.

Yeah, I'd prefer to have known in about two hours.

Do come in.

So what now?

Well, there's no guarantee either of them'll survive.

And Miranda's abuser will get away with it.

Not if you tell me who the other girl is.

You know I can't do that.

So how does your podcast work then?

You look for evidence, then try and decide who's guilty?

Amy's a missing person.

We don't know if anyone's guilty.

Yeah, that's true.

The theory was that she'd run away.

Riz: A theory.

You have another one?

I do.

You wanna tell me what it is?

You are very curious, Detective Manning.

I went to the same school as Amy.

Oh, did you ever meet her?

No.

No, I was in the year above.

Erm, she hadn't been there that long.

We knew some of the same people, though.

Like who?

Teachers.

Hmm...

I could be a sounding board, if you like.

How about...

-an interview? -[ Chuckles ]

Oh, I'm not sure I know enough to be that interesting.

-Colour and context. -And my 12-year-old boss

would lose her dummy.

I'll disguise your voice.

I should go.

Suit yourself.

There was a rumour at the time Amy's parents

had taken out a life insurance policy in her name.

They were short on money.

Hold on.

An eye witness had Amy walking towards the lake

the evening she went missing.

Given that, you would think they'd have searched it.

You've seen the case file?

Is there a Person of Interest?

There are some people who interest me.

-More than one? -It's an eight hour podcast

So what? You're gonna parade each of them

across the internet, whether they are guilty or not.

That's so wrong. Er, I'll tell you

what's so wrong,

is a kid going missing

and no one bothering to look for her.

And you're doing this for Amy, are you?

She wasn't without her faults.

That's what Amy's head teacher told the local newspaper.

And I'm guessing you know what faults she was talking about.

-She was sexually mature. -Yeah.

She fucked about and she found out.

That's what Mrs Cawdor was getting at, right?

Why do women do that?

Fear.

You know, "If I don't act like her,

then it can't happen to me." I get it.

Oh.

Mrs Cawdor write you a nice UCAS, did she?

Yeah, she does not deserve to go to podcast prison.

Yeah, we'll see. [ Chuckles ]

Are you gonna tell me who your suspects are or not?

Er... not.

You've had too many spoilers already.

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[ Pebble hits window ]

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Kitty!

Let's get inside.

[ Laughs ]

-I need you to be quiet. -OK, OK.

[ Laughing ]

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Amy, please.

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Hitch: Maybe I should go and speak to Sheena on my own?

Yeah go on then.

You make no sense to me, Manning.

I thought you'd be desperate to get back in there.

I'm a riddle, wrapped in an enigma,

wrapped in inexpensive office wear.

Right, I'll see you in a bit...

-Toodle-oo. -[ Car door closes ]

[ Line ringing ]

Call Handler: Central records, how can I help?

Hi, I'm looking for a 2007 case file.

-Number? -Er, I don't have it actually,

but the name is Amy Knightly.

Kilo, November, India, Golf, Hotel, Tango, Lima, Yankee.

Yes, that's available.

Er, could I pick it up today?

Certainly. What's the name of the requesting officer?

Detective Constable Ember Manning.

It needs to be a Sergeant or above.

Er, oh, yeah, actually, I'm, er...

Requesting on behalf of DS Lawley.

In that case I'll need to speak to her.

Or she can drop me an email if that's easier.

Sure.

-Fuck you very much. -What?

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Hitch: I thought you were staying put.

-Go on, I'm waiting. -For what?

Hitch: I'm just trying to imagine how you'd say it.

Ellis is looking very loved up about his, checks notes...

-Step-second cousin. -If you're thinking it,

you don't need me to say it.

Would it be so terrible if Ellis were the father?

Hmm, well it would save the baby on Christmas cards.

"Dear Great Uncle-Granddad Brad..."

What're you doing?

Sometimes they list the due date, as well as the birth date,

which would tell us when the baby was conceived.

Hitch: And?

Ember: Sheena!

How's Miranda?

Er, she's gone for a CT.

So, hopefully we'll know more after that.

We need a witness statement, Sheena.

Only about the fall.

Unless there's...

anything else?

[ Taking over P.A. ]

D'you remember that toddler group at the community centre?

Monkey Movement?

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

You weren't much more than a kid yourself.

Still the best mum there.

Hardly.

Mack came with you a few times.

The three of you were like something from a magazine.

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There are bits of my life...

Miranda's life...

that are so... ugly.

She's probably going to die, Ember.

And it feels like the kindest thing I can do for her,

is to let those bits die too.

[ Somber music plays ]

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Then that's what you should do.

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[ Tense music plays ]

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[ Taser powers on ]

-Taser! Taser! Taser! -Jesus fuck, Mum!

The door was open!

Where the hell did you get that?

Barbara Chapman's son bought a job lot

off the Dark Web.

You are gonna end up in jail. You do know that, don't you?

Perhaps that's where I'll have my lesbian fling.

You don't actually have to go to jail to meet a lesbian but, er,

yeah, sure, if that's your fantasy.

-What are you doing? -I want my albums back.

Good, they're taking up space.

Oh, I'm sorry, do you want more room for your illicit weapons?

That was out the front here.

Your indie phase.

-Arctic Foxes. -Arctic Monkeys.

Whatever happened to them?

They got replaced by Monkey Movement.

I was so young.

Love doesn't always play by the rules.

You didn't know it was love.

I knew.

Dad would've thought Mack was a wrong 'un.

Your dad thought vegetarians were wrong 'uns.

Yeah, he would've asked questions.

Am I being accused of something, Ember?

No, I am just struggling to imagine

Hannah bringing home a grown man

and me being entirely fine with it.

[ Sighs ] What does it matter now?

It was a happy marriage.

You have a lovely daughter.

Plus, Hannah is 15 and you were 17.

-16. -You'd turned 17.

Hence the bubbles.

-That was my birthday? -It was the day after.

And you were hung over.

You'd only met Malachy a couple of weeks earlier.

And he couldn't make your actual birthday.

So I did you a little dinner party.

None of us got to bed til the small hours.

What, Mack stayed here the night Amy Knightly went missing?

And what's that got to do with anything?

Erm, no, there's a -- there's a podcaster in town

investigating it.

It's about time the father's lie came out.

What?

Oh, God, don't tell me you've been talking to Amy Knightly.

You know that's not what it's like.

But, yes, I have been in her space, actually.

Hmm. And she told you her dad killed her?

No. She just made it known that he lied.

-About what? -I didn't interview her under caution, Ember!

I just know what they want me to know.

But she doesn't want you to know what actually happened to her?

The messages can be difficult to interpret.

Mm-hmm.

I've been in Mack's space too recently.

Oh, yeah?

What did he really want you to know?

That bollock cancer is a pain in the bollocks?

He wants you to know he doesn't mind you moving on.

That doesn't sound like Mack.

He understands that you have needs.

-Needs? -Widow's Fire.

I was insatiable after your father died.

I am not having this conversation.

Get rid of the taser, Mum.

Mmm, potato waffles, that smell is so dad.

Hmm, his favourite.

Hmm, look at you two.

You know, apparently, we were like something

out of a magazine.

Hannah: Well, it's nice to see him up there.

-I was wondering... -Hmm?

How you might want to mark the anniversary.

Erm...

Tequila shots and cocaine?

I was thinking maybe it's about time

that we did something with the ashes.

You're right, he has been on top of your wardrobe a bit too long.

Are you thinking, just us, or...

No.

No, let's make a fuss.

-OK. -And I'm gonna give you

a lift into school this morning.

How come?

[ Singing ] ♪ This is what I wanna be ♪

♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell it means so much to me ♪

♪ Suddenly I see ♪

-♪ This is what I wanna be ♪ -Yeah, go, Mum!

♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell it means so much to me, ohhhh ♪

When I first left home, I--

I had this flat mate, Danielle.

She was very attractive.

She had these stomach muscles, you know?

Mum, I'm gonna be late.

She'd leave her door open when she was getting changed.

Because for girls like that,

even putting on their jeans is a performance.

And it can seem like

they're putting on that performance just for you.

Maybe they are, in that moment,

but they don't mean it.

Danielle had a boyfriend.

Do you see what I'm saying?

You were a dry run.

Oh, God.

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[ Wind blowing ]

Ember: My husband was a sailor.

You know they say sports cars are phallic,

but I actually think it's boats.

You wanna try Freudian psychoanalysis, do you?

[ Chuckles ] No. I do not.

Er, I'm glad I bumped into you actually

because I am not going to be able to make it to our session.

-That's OK, we can rearrange. -No, I mean er, at all, again.

-You're having The Wobble. -The Wobble?

Yeah, it's the bit when people realise

that therapy is going to be painful.

It usually comes a couple of sessions in,

but clearly you're precocious.

What if it's actually the bit where people realise

that they're looking for problems that just aren't there?

I don't think it is.

-Sorry I've wasted your time. -No, not at all.

I do this job because I find people fascinating.

So, thank you for giving me even a brief insight into...

Ember world.

Ember world?

Hmm.

[ Chuckles ]

Arj: You come to invite me out to lunch?

I've come to ask if you want to scatter some ashes.

We were going to do it on the anniversary.

I'd be honoured.

Where are you thinking?

Mack wanted to do it on the jetty.

Well, he certainly made plenty of memories there.

Yeah.

[ Girls giggling ]

Who's your man out there?

Oh, Casey?

My therapist, well ex-therapist.

We broke up. He kept the couch.

Very friendly between you.

-My therapist, Arj. -Hey.

Where women see barriers, men see challenges.

Consider me your very own... arsehole detector.

I can detect my own arseholes, thank you very much.

I know.

I promised Mack I'd watch over his girls.

So that's what I have to do.

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[ Girls laughing ]

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[ Exhales deeply ]

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Why are you ignoring my messages?

I've been busy.

What with your packed social calendar?

You know Malachy has to stay a secret, don't you?

Yeah, I'm not stupid.

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But I've got space for more than one.

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Amy: Are you coming?

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[ Siren wails in distance ]

Why would we re-open a mis-per from 17 years ago?

Because Amy Knightly was a child.

And maybe we could be forgiven for not finding her

if we'd actually bothered to look.

I was in Primary School at the time, Manning.

-I think I'm in the clear. -Look, she deserves to be found.

And you think there'll be an appetite for that upstairs,

-do you? -Oh, maybe there would be

if they knew there was a podcaster investigating it.

-What podcaster? -Riz Samuel. Look her up.

She's got form for highlighting police fuck ups.

I'll mention it to Morgan.

Er, in the meantime, Hitch and I could do a bit of a review,

see where we're vulnerable.

In the meantime, you can get down to the Waterfront.

The local business alliance has expressed concerns

with our lack of action around shoplifting.

Surely a uniformed officer would make a better scarecrow?

You could wear a uniform if you'd like?

Meow!

Right, come on.

[ Girls talking in distance ]

Er, Hannah!

You did not leave the house looking like that!

Jules: I think she looks hot!

Er, what do you think, Hitch?

Oh, I'm absolutely not getting involved.

You know, you don't need to. You do know that?

I know, because I'm perfect the way I am?

Yes! You all are.

It's the pop stars and porn that isn't normal.

-Mum, never say that again. -What, porn?

Porn! Porn, porn, porn, porn, porn, porn. -Mum, stop it! Stop!

Girl: Look, I've already told you that it wasn't me!

It wasn't!

Isn't that Ellis Ashby's car?

-No idea. -I dunno. -Yeah.

Who's the girl?

Dunno. She's, erm, the year below us.

Just get in!

Get in the car! [ Car doors closes ]

[ Car drives off ]

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Sheena, Sheena, I was wrong.

If someone has abused Miranda, then the chances are

he's gonna go on to abuse other girls.

He has to be exposed.

Whoever he is...

You've been asked to stay away.

Yeah, and yet something keeps drawing me back here.

Ember was just leaving.

Please...

Yeah.

Yeah, for now.

Sheena: Nothing.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

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I saw Brad Ashby with a girl.

If it was your source, she's potentially in danger.

Riz: You want me to do your job for you?

I want us to share. But all of it.

If you really care about Amy Knightly,

then let me help you find her.

[ Scoffs ] What do you think you can do, that I can't?

I have a warrant card,

that gives me access to people and places

that a Twitter profile doesn't.

It's not in my interest for the police

to open this before my podcast comes out.

Who said anything about the police re-opening it?

[ Door closes ]

[ Footsteps ]

I want to see the case file.

So you can arrest me for having it?

-No, I'm not gonna do that. -Hmm.

Let's treat this like a first date, shall we?

Take it nice and slow.

So, I'm struggling to track down the witness

who saw Amy walking to the lake the evening she went missing.

They're not at the same address?

I don't have an address.

It should be on the witness statement.

There is no witness statement.

Then how do you know there's a witness?

[ Keys clacking ]

[ Keys clacking ]

A guy called Mohammed called up and said he saw her.

Initials FF.

The number no longer exists

and I can't find any details for him.

They're not initials. FF means 'frequent flyer'.

-Frequent flyer? -Someone who calls in a lot.

-A dud? -Not necessarily.

But dud or not, it's odd that there's no witness statement.

It wants following up.

Yeah, Lancashire isn't short of people called Mohammed.

How do I find him?

You don't.

Riz: OK, and if you find him,

you're going to tell me who he is, are you?

I am.

Right after you show me the case file.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Guitar playing ]

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You know when my dad died, I felt like...

I'd lost the only person in the world

who thought I was good enough.

Is this about the make up?

And about the fact that you're wearing your dad's jacket

and playing his guitar.

It's a cool jacket.

Yeah, I'm just saying, I did something similar.

I put myself on display.

I think maybe I was hoping somebody would just scoop me up.

Next thing you know, I'll be accidentally

knocked up by an older guy and my life will be ruined!

Hannah.

My life was not ruined.

You weren't even an accident if you want to know the truth.

You got pregnant on purpose?

At 17?

Well, there'd been so much death.

We'd both lost a parent,

so your dad thought we needed some life, hope.

So, we decided I should come off the pill and...

see how the universe responded, and it gave us you.

Why have you never told me this before?

I've never told anyone.

I think maybe I was worried people would judge.

Yeah.

It is a pretty wild thing to do.

Yeah.

[ Slow-tempo music plays ]

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[ Knock on door ]

You want to come to Ember world?

It's a bit like Disney, but less fun.

[ Chuckles ]

Why are you here, Ember?

Honestly, I think it's the job.

Has you seeing demons.

What kind of demons?

I thought, briefly, that...

Mack might've been involved in something...

awful. I-I know now that -- that he wasn't, but...

You're shocked that you could've suspected him?

[ Sighs ]

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I can't find any paperwork on this.

Manning?

[ Sighs ] We're just making some preliminary inquiries.

OK, but has anyone asked us to?

Stay there if you like.

There's a bag of crisps and a can of pop in my bag.

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Footsteps ]

Hello? Mrs Knightly,

I'm DC Ember Manning, this is DC Hitchin.

We'd like to talk to you about your daughter's...

disappearance if that's OK?

Oh, God...

Have you found her?

I'm afraid not.

My husband's spraying the terrace.

-I'll go and get him. -DC Hitchin can do that.

Can't you, Simon?

Yeah, no problem.

[ Door closes ]

Did you know a podcast journalist

-was investigating Amy's case? -Oh, God.

Our names will be dragged through the mud again.

-People say such cruel things. -The life insurance?

It was a policy taken out in Russell's name,

with an automatic pay out for the death of a child.

We didn't even know about it.

You were away the weekend Amy went missing?

Yes. At a conference.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Amy was alone with your husband?

-That's right. -Apparently, she could be...

challenging?

Did they ever argue?

Are you suggesting Russell did something to her?

People snap. Men... snap.

Are you married?

Could your husband snap?

Er, my husband's dead.

Nobody did anything to Amy.

She said she was going to leave and she did.

Some people are just born in the wrong place...

and they have to rectify that.

Amy took her passport.

She's flying free.

[ Door opens ]

Everything alright?

Amy said she was going out to meet some friends.

Do you know who?

No.

Amy only had one friend -- Caitlin.

And she wasn't with her that night.

Was there a boyfriend?

No.

Well, there were boys.

Do you know their names?

They were lowlifes.

Amy knew we wouldn't approve.

[ Tense music plays ]

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So, er, Amy went out at what time?

Between the hours of five and...

eight? Sorry to be vague.

Er, I don't suppose you remember what she was wearing?

No, sorry, I don't.

And, erm, when did you report that she hadn't come home?

Not until the following morning.

I think I must've fallen asleep quite early.

Amy didn't have a curfew?

My business was failing.

Our marriage was failing and...

trying to exert any kind of authority

over Amy was an impossible task.

We did tell her she couldn't go out

but she'd go out anyway and, in the end, we just...

I just stopped bothering.

Ember: What's wrong with your hands?

Erm, we had Japanese Knotweed.

Russell's still haunted by it.

Russell: Once you have it... it's never really gone.

[ Door opens ]

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For the insurance to pay out, Amy must've been declared dead.

Which means at some point you've told a court

that you believe that she is.

It doesn't mean that we actually do.

No.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you.

Russell: What I need is loyalty, OK?

Hey, Amy...

Your dad's home. He'll know we're bunking.

-Don't worry... -Russell: No. No!

I'm invisible.

Russell: No! If you pull your money out now, Tony, I'm done!

-Come on. -I'm fucking done!

[ Car approaches ]

There's going to be a viewing.

Caitlin: Who's that?

Amy: Diane. The Estate Agent.

She's a cunt.

We're not selling a house, we're selling a lifestyle.

Ideally the place should smell of baking or bleach...

But never, ever...

-blood! -[ Laughing ]

Amy: I'm gonna see every one of those places.

Caitlin: That'll take you a long time.

Amy: Hmm.

If you were a drop of water,

you would exist forever and travel everywhere eventually.

Is that what you'd like to be?

Everywhere and always.

What about you?

I'd like to be...

Me... right now.

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[ Moaning ]

[ "Moonlight Sonata" plays on piano ]

Russell: Fuck. Fuck.

Jesus...

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-You've forgotten your knickers! -[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Why do you do this?

Why can't you help yourself?

[ Continues playing ]

[ "Moonlight Sonata" continues ]

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[ Clapping ]

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Superintendent Needham?

Roy: Usually just Roy these days.

I was, er, hoping to talk to you about your work.

-Go on. -Er, privately if possible.

Oh, there's no need for that.

There aren't many of my war stories this lot haven't heard.

[ Laughs ]

Why was Hap Lake never searched for Amy Knightly?

-[ Door slams shut ] -Who the fuck are you?!

-A... journalist. -From where?

-From... podcasts. -Then I suggest you approach

the Greater Lancs Constabulary press office

-with your questions! -I know that there was a witness

who placed Amy at the lake, but there is no witness statement

-and there was no search. -Did you hear what I said?

I'm retired, I'm not sure how you expect me

to recall the details of some random case

-from my forty plus year career! -Of course, I'm sorry.

Only I thought maybe you would recall it,

on account of the fact

that you were such good friends with the victim's father,

there is a photo of you both on his sideboard.

Why was the lake never searched?

You shower of shit!

You find half a fact and you think you have a story.

The so-called witness was a reward hunter.

And when he realised we knew it,

he refused to give his statement.

Turned very aggressive with our officers, as it happens.

Now like I say, we have a press office

and more importantly we have a code of conduct

which is what separates people like me from people like you.

[ Tense music plays ]

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Hitch: How can we be sure that he's a witness?

Because if your name's Mohammed

and you get arsey with the police,

you're getting done under section 89,

which is what this guy did, a few days after Amy went missing.

He looks like someone who could turn.

He looks about as threatening as candy floss.

Maybe we should run this by Head Girl first?

-She already said no. -What?

Manning...

Shit! What are you doing?

Can you put it up?

If you break that you're paying for it!

[ Clears throat ]

You know there's only one reason

why young couples park in this lay-by?

And it puts people off their kebabs.

What?

So they swagger into my living room,

these two young police,

and I start to tell them what I saw on that Friday...

-Saturday. -Yeah, that's what they said.

I tell them, I don't work a Saturday.

I saw her Friday.

And they say, no, no, you're wrong,

she went missing on the Saturday.

Then they start saying you're a liar.

You're after the reward.

That's when I lost my rag with them.

I put one of them out the door by his collar.

Got a suspended sentence for that.

Are you sure it was Amy Knightly that you saw?

Yeah, positive.

She was in the paper enough times afterwards.

I'm telling you -- I saw her go to the lake.

And then two hours later I see this car come flying

out of that lane there,

like someone's running from the devil himself.

-What kind of car? -Black.

Darkish?

Customer: Excuse me!

Listen, I reckon that poor girl met evil that night.

That Friday night.

So, who do we think's gonna be right about the night

that Amy Knightly went missing?

The crazy kebab guy or devastated parents?

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[ Grunts ]

[ Grunting ]

Argh!

Ember: Amy went missing on the Friday.

You didn't report it until the Sunday. Why?

You've been speaking to the kebab man.

-You know about him? -He's wrong.

Ember: He was so certain about what he saw.

Whereas you, you don't know what time she went out,

what she was wearing, it's like it didn't happen at all.

-It did happen. -You weren't here.

-Of course I was bloody here! -I think your wife went away,

and you took the opportunity to go away, too.

Only when you came back, Amy was gone

and rather than admit that you left her,

-you made up a story -Get out!

-Only you picked the wrong day. -Get out!

Were you having an affair, Russell?

Is that why you lied?

Russell: It didn't matter!

Amy's passport was gone.

It was just Amy being Amy.

Looking for attention.

But then she didn't come back [crying]

and I realised that it did matter.

You don't think she ran away?

I found the passport.

It had slipped down

-behind the bureau. -[ Door opens ]

What's going on?

It's alright, darling.

Please...

don't tell my wife.

It's coming out.

You have a very small window in which to tell her.

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Russell: It's alright, darling.

Fucking hell.

So, Amy went missing on the 14th not the 15th.

That's... that's pretty big, right?

That's huge.

[ Hitch laughs ]

-Ah. -What are you doing?

Just posting on the group chat.

That you have just ripped the arse out

of a 17-year-old cold case.

So, take your ticket and wait for your kudos.

I don't need any kudos.

Er, yeah, you do, Manning, you really do.

Look, this is not a game, Hitch!

So just...

-grow up, yeah? -[ Engine starts ]

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[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Nicked. Bullshit, Riz.

Hannah! Did you take that...

[ Gasps ] Erm, I, er,

didn't expect you to be back so soon.

-Clearly. -Er...

This is Troy.

Hello, Troy.

Can I have a quick word?

Mum, Mum, please don't make a big deal of this.

Where's the photo of your dad and Amy Knightly?

What? In my room.

[ Sighs ] Why did you take it?

-Well, I wanted a picture of it. -What for?

Chloe's been speaking to this podcaster

who wants pictures of Amy.

You sent her the photo?

Yeah...

Oh, my God. You stupid girl!

That is a photo of your dad with a missing girl,

on the night that she went missing.

Well, you said it was the night before!

-Yeah, well it wasn't. -Wh--

What does this mean?

Mum. Mum, please, you are scaring me.

Dad wouldn't have done anything wrong!

Hannah, she has eight hours of a podcast to fill.

She is gonna make him into a villain

whether he's done anything wrong or not.

-Oh my God. -Everything OK?

I heard shouting, which, er, isn't cool.

Yeah, I'm, er, I'm gonna need you to fuck off actually.

-Mum! -Now! Please!

Maybe you should come back to mine for a bit.

-Let things calm down. -Maybe you should

get out of my house before I lose my shit!

Did you hear what I said!?

Take your floppy fucking hair

and get out of my house!

OK.

I'm going to Nan's.

Hannah!

[ Door opens ]

-[ Sighs ] -[ Door closes ]

♪♪

♪♪

Morgan: No authorisation to investigate, no case file,

no cautioning of suspects.

Let's put all that to one side,

it's not a bad piece of police work.

Of course, you've no proof

that Russell Knightly lied about the day Amy went missing.

No. No, it's just my hunch.

So, what is it you're hoping for here, Manning?

I think someone should review the case.

Someone?

You spent the day yesterday running around

like a bloodhound with a scent.

Surely this is the part where you beg me

to let you run with it.

I've got a full case load.

What am I missing here?

Nothing.

Right, well, obviously your hunch falls well short

of reasonable suspicion,

so there'll be no full-scale re-opening

of the Amy Knightly disappearance.

But we will be putting some search boats on the lake.

What?

Your podcaster started a petition and it's gone viral.

The comms team have been tracking it.

It's starting to ruffle a few feathers upstairs.

You're doing a search so you can tweet about it?

Well, the crew had some training hours to get in,

so it's not costing us anything.

What about the cost to people

whose lives are gonna be turned upside down

when you pull a body out of that lake after 17 years?

This is why we are hated.

Morgan: DC Manning?

You clearly have some good attributes.

But the sneaking around, the petulant attitude.

It's not gonna work for me.

So please, rein it in.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Mr Ryan: Somebody's vandalised my car!

Painted "Go Home" across it.

Lawley: I'll leave it with you.

I'm starting to understand what it's like to be an immigrant!

OK, we'll take some details.

Has your PI managed to find anything?

-My what? -Your private investigator.

We met him at the boat hut the other day.

I don't have a private investigator.

Who actually does that?

Riz: It's Riz, leave a message.

-[ Voicemail tone beeps ] -Riz, It's Ember Manning.

I know you know who my husband is,

and I know you've had a PI at the boat hut.

I am begging you, please, call me.

♪♪

Riz: It's Riz, leave a message.

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪♪

[ Inhales, exhales deeply ]

[ Bottles clang ]

[ Bottle cap pops, clinks ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

I got you something.

Hmm!

[ Hums softly ]

Caitlin: It's a St. Christopher.

It's to keep you safe on your travels.

It's pretty.

♪♪

Everywhere and always, and now, never on your own.

[ "When You Were Young" by The Killers playing ]

I fucking love this song!

♪♪

[ Caitlin laughs ]

No, come on, dance with me. Come on!

[ Amy laughs ]

[ Caitlin groans ]

♪ You sit there in your heartache ♪

♪ Waitin' on some beautiful boy to ♪

♪ To save you from your old ways ♪

Together: ♪ You play forgiveness ♪

♪ Watch it now, here he comes ♪

♪ He doesn't look a thing like Jesus ♪

♪ But he talks like a gentleman ♪

-Amy: Whoo-hoo! -Caitlin: Whoo!

♪ Like you imagined when you were young ♪

♪♪

♪ Can we climb this mountain? I don't know ♪

-♪ Higher now than ever before ♪ -[ Cellphone camera clicks ]

♪ I know we can make it if we take it slow ♪

♪ Let's take it easy ♪

♪ Easy now, watch it go ♪

-♪ We're burning down the highway skyline ♪ -[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪ On the back of a hurricane ♪

Hannah: What are you doing?

♪ When you were young ♪

The bit I missed.

♪♪

-Come on, Hannah! -♪ When you were young ♪

-Come on, Hannah! -[ Jules and Chloe laugh ]

Whoo!

No offense, but I did not have you down as an indie kid, Ember!

Hannah: She's not. She hates indie.

No, your dad, he hated indie.

♪ ...were young ♪

Nan's outside locking her bike up, by the way.

Oh, fuck. Really?

[ Sighs ] Oh, shit.

[ Bottles clattering ]

♪♪

[ Girl laughs ]

[ Music stops ]

-Chloe: Bye, Ember. -Jules: Bye, Ember!

Hannah: We're going to Chloe's.

Okay. Love you, bye.

-Sylvia: All right, eh? -Hannah: She's shit-faced.

[ Sighs ]

[ Clears throat, sniffs ]

What's going on?

Making pasta.

Hannah says you're rat-arsed.

I've had a few glasses of wine.

I once saw you put magic mushrooms in a cup of soup.

For pain relief.

She says you were rude to her boyfriend.

-He's her boyfriend? -He seems nice enough.

Yeah, well, it can't have been the one that I met,

because Troy is an absolute tosser.

Can I do anything to help?

♪♪

♪♪

Sylvia: Mack's struggling to find me.

Well, maybe a bit of light would help.

It will not happen if you don't take it seriously.

Okay, sorry. Sorry.

♪♪

[ Inhales deeply ]

♪♪

♪♪

Someone's there.

-Mack? -Sylvia: No.

Someone who needs to be found.

♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

Someone told you about the search for Amy Knightly. That's why you're here.

She's willing herself to the surface.

She can't do it alone.

Do you know what the chances are of them

pulling a body out of the lake tomorrow after 17 years?

She wants you to know that she's near the jetty.

♪♪

No, you're making a fool of yourself, Mum.

♪♪

[ Birds chirping ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Men speaking indistinctly ]

I-I don't think we should...

♪♪

Workman: Er, do you mind?

You're not supposed to be in here.

Oi! This stuff's Japanese knotweed.

It's dangerous!

It doesn't look dangerous.

Workman: It'll tear down your house.

I don't own a house.

Is it poisonous?

Workman: No.

♪♪

Amy: What about if I suck it?

♪♪

Workman: You need to leave.

You'd better burn those clothes.

Amy: Oh, shut up!

♪♪

Come on.

♪♪

Malachy: Back in a sec, Arj.

♪♪

[ Fizzing ]

♪♪

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

♪♪

[ Sniffs ]

Amy.

You don't come to my work. You don't do that.

Oh, you're so fucking hot when you're angry.

Why do you push me, though, Amy?

Amy: Because I can't help myself.

-Ow. -You're hurting her!

No. Malachy, don't go!

Malachy: Leave me be, Amy.

Amy: Malachy!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathes shakily ] Come back.

Come back to us.

Come back.

♪♪

-Come back. -[ Winch cranking ]

[ Indistinct whispers ]

♪♪

-[ Thud ] -[ Gasps ]

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

♪♪

[ Siren wailing, indistinct conversations ]

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

♪♪

Arj: How long's this gonna take, Em?

-I'm losing trade here. -[ Softly ] I'm s-sorry, Arj.

Ember, they've found her.

♪♪

Diver: There's hair stuck in the zip.

Morgan: Hair in the zip?

Well preserved.

[ Police radio chatter ]

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

♪♪

Ember: Riz!

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Sea birds crying ]

♪♪

[ Police radio chatter ]

♪♪

[ "Fire and Water" playing ]

♪♪

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