All language subtitles for H 2018 S02E06 1080p WEB H264-GHOSTS (1)_track4_[eng]

[logo whooshing]
[waves whooshing]

- Mia!

- [Mia] I want you
to leave me alone.

[person knocking]
- Shaun!

Shaun!
[tense ominous music]

- [Cadi] Various
abrasions and contusions,

he was stabbed.

[speaking in a foreign language]

- What the hell's going on?

- We need to speak
to Mia in relation

to an ongoing murder inquiry.

- What?
- Do you know Jason Williams?

[sirens blaring]
- him, and me,

and my brother's
kids, nice lads, why?

[all grunting]
- Ow, bastard!

- [Cadi] And Mia, is
she close to them?

- [Interviewee] Suppose so,
she's with them often enough.

- Connor!

Connor!

[water flowing]
[tense ominous music]

Connor!

No!
[water splashing]

No [sobs]!

No [sobs]!

[tense dramatic music]

[tense ominous music]

- Inventory of the
items taken away

from Mia Owen's
house for analysis.

- Did the laptop go to CCU?

- They're working on it now.
- Good.

Hopefully there'll
be something on it

that links her to Geraint Elis.

- I'll tell her now, thanks.

That was PC Davies, they found
the suspected murder weapon

in Lee's house, a screwdriver.
[phone ringing]

It's all in here.

Older brother's got a
record, petty stuff,

a bit of dealing, the usual.
[cellphone ringing]

- DCI John.

When?

And they're working on him now?

Connor Pritchard.

Thanks, I'll head
over there now.

[phone ringing]

- Mia's classmate?
- Yip.

Looks like he's tried to
kill himself up at the lake.

He's in intensive care,
the mother's with him now.

See what you can
find out about him.

Have you got the
headmistress' number?

- I'll give her a call,
she won't thank me.

- [Cadi] If you hear
anything more of Mia--

- Yip, yeah, go, I'll
get you on your mobile.

[foliage rustling]

[owl hooting]

[tense ominous music]

[bird squawking]

[bird squawking]

[bird squawking]
[Mia knocking]

[lock unlocking]
- Hello?

Mia?

[speaking in a foreign language]

[door latching]

[car engine growling]

[keys jangling]
[tense ominous music]

[machine inflating]

- Mrs. Pritchard?
- Yes.

- DCI John, I wondered
if we can have a word?

I'm very sorry about your son.

- They say the cold
might have saved him.

The shock,

it shuts everything down [sobs].

I thought things
were getting better,

I thought he was
coming back to me.

I can't believe I
got it so wrong.

- Can you tell me
what's been happening?

- It's like he's had
the weight of the world

on his shoulders.

I thought it might have been
settling into a new school,

trying to fit in,

he'd made friends.

He seemed to be
getting on with things.

- Were those friends, Mia Owen,

and her cousin, Lee Williams?
- Yeah.

- How long did they
known each other?

- A year maybe.

Why, what is it?

- Body of a man was
found this morning

on the outskirts of Blaenau.

Witnesses have placed
two individuals

matching their
descriptions at the scene.

We're at the early stages
of our investigation,

but we do need to speak to
Mia, and Lee, and Connor.

[slow somber music]

- What's Connor got to
do with any of this?

- We think there may be a
link between this murder

and the murder of Geraint Elis.

- No.
- Whoever called the police

about his body,

they were obviously,

they're obviously
harboring a lot of guilt.

I think that person
was your son.

- [sobs] No, my son,

my son would never.

I promise you he'll tell us.

He'll tell us when he wakes up

if he knows anything about
what happened, he'll tell us.

[cellphone dinging]
- Sorry.

I'm so sorry, I need to go.

Another officer will be in
to speak to you, thank you.

[door squeaking]

- Hey!
- Hi.

- What are you doing here?
- Could you do me a favor?

- [Nurse] Yeah. - The kid
that's been brought in.

- Hypothermia up at the lake.

- Yeah, is he one of yours?
- No, why?

- Keep an eye on him for me,

let me know the second
anything changes.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

[speaking in a foreign language]

[owl hooting]

[tense ominous music]

[door unlatching]

- How's Connor?
- Not great.

- Take a look.

What do you reckon?

- It's like she's got all
the time in the world.

[cellphone ringing]

- DCI John.
- James, James Rhys.

[speaking in a foreign language]

- Okay, Mr. Rhys, [speaking
in a foreign language].

She's up with James Rhys.
- Let's go.

[tense ominous music]

[speaking in a foreign language]

- Mia?

Mia?

Mia!

Mia!

Mia!

[sirens wailing]
[keys jangling]

[door unlatching]

[door slamming]
[lock latching]

[radio chattering]

- Got an ETA on the dog unit?

- They're en route,
any minute now.

- We need air support too.

- Detective Super's
already put a request in,

they're on their way.
- Thanks Mag.

- Mr Rhys?

[speaking in a foreign language]

- Oh god.

[speaking in a foreign language]

- Okay.

[speaking in a foreign language]

[tense ominous music]
[radio chattering]

[dog barking]

[Mia grunting]

[machine inflating]

- I used to listen
to you, you know,

when you were little,

and I could tell,

even in the pitch dark when
you slipped off to sleep,

without looking,

your breathing changed,

and I used to hold my breath

until you started
breathing again [sobs].

Come back to me, Con.

Please.

I don't know what you've done,

but I want you to tell me.

I want to listen.

[tense ominous music]
[helicopter whirring]

[people talking]
[people typing]

[machines beeping]
[helicopter whirring]

[car engine growling]

- We're up and running
with air support.

I've got the live thermal
feed from the helicopter.

No sighting.

- Go ahead, yeah, yeah--
- This is DS Vaughan at base.

Can I get the
coordinates on the dogs?

- Not clear, in the goth.
- Okay, okay.

- [Officer] We're at 11'44'62.

[speaking in a foreign language]

[tense ominous music]

[helicopter whirring]
[dogs barking]

[people typing]
[machines beeping]

- There she is.
- Rom X399, possible sighting.

Approximately 1010
from the firebreaker,

11'44'57, repeat 11'44'57.

- [Owen] Did you get that?

You'll be drawing parallel
in a couple of minutes,

can you see the helicopter?

- Yeah, I hear it.

- Keep this channel
open, keep moving.

[tense ominous music]

[helicopter whirring]

- I see her.

- [Owen] It seems she's
walking towards a clearing

some 100 meters ahead of you.

Take the next left.
[car engine growling]

- This is DCI John,
I'm at the scene.

Keep the dogs back.

I said, all units stay back.

Mia!

Mia!

Mia!

[helicopter whirring]

- Is all this for me?

- It's over, Mia.

- I'll say when it's over.

- Drop the knife.

[tense dramatic music]

- Will you take it?

- Give me the knife.

- [Officer] All units, move in!

[cuffs clanking]

[birds chirping]

[car engine growling]

[car brakes screeching]

[speaking in a foreign language]

[woman sobbing]

[slow somber music]

[machine beeping]
[machine inflating]

[toothbrush whooshing]

[Cadi spitting]
[water running]

- The police station has
cleared me a room for interview.

- Okay thanks, is there a
car bringing the mother in?

- She refused to come,

the duty solicitor's
on the way in now.

- Thanks Alys.
[door squeaking]

How's it going
with Lee Williams?

- Oh, he's a piece of
work, but we'll get there.

- See you on the other side.

[recorder bleeping]

- Interview commenced
at 13:00 hours

on Wednesday the 27th of March.

Present in the
room, DCI Cadi John,

duty solicitor, William Jenkins,

and could you state your
name for the tape please?

- Mia Owen.

- Mia, I acknowledge that you
are in custody as a minor,

but I suspect that you
rather I didn't speak to you

like a child.

What I have here is evidence,

facts.

Your DNA profile,

which was found

on a cigarette

at Geraint Elis's home.

I can place you there
with 100% certainty,

and When we get the report from
the Sion Wells crime scene,

well, I'm pretty sure

that we'll have cast-iron
evidence there too.

So I have a theory

that we are cruel to those
that we see ourselves in.

Sort of projected self-loathing.

A way of punishing others
for our own failures.

- Deep.

[Cadi chuckles]

- Is that why you
attacked Geraint Elis?

Did you recognize something
of yourself in him?

Lonely, defenseless, weak?

No friends or family
looking out for him.

Did you see your future in
that lonely old man, Mia?

- You're gonna have to do
a lot better than that.

- You broke his ribs,

fractured his cheekbone,

you strangled him,

and then you drowned him.

It wasn't quick, he suffered.

- Nobody cared about him.

Nobody even noticed he was dead,

that's the truth,

but then everybody came
crawling out the woodwork,

filled that church.
- Because they cared.

- Because they had
nothing better to do.

Queuing up to pay
their respects to a man

none of them gave a fuck about.

- Saw your books
in your bedroom,

you like to read.

Who's your favorite author?

Some people read to
understand the world,

others to escape it.

My dad was a reader,
he had a house--

- Your dad?

The man who let Dylan Harries
slip through his fingers?

The one who put the
wrong man in jail?

The man who allowed all
those girls to suffer?

He's dead now too, isn't he?

Did people come to his funeral?

Pretend to cry?

Pretend to care?

He's gone,

you're all that's left,

his legacy.

You're as pathetic,
and useless as he was.

[tense dramatic music]

- We have Mia in custody.

She's clever, isn't she?

One in every family.

It was a cousin with me too.

Everything came easily to him.

School,

exams.

Never that easy for me.

It's annoying that, isn't it?

The thing is, she's younger
than you, still at school.

A jury would look at her,

and think you must
have led her astray.

She's never been in any real
trouble before either, has she?

Not like you,

your brother.

It isn't looking good, is it?

If I were you,

I'd get in there first,

because I'm willing to bet,

she could run rings around
you if she wanted to.

Your dad's at home, isn't he?

Hard work being a carer.

It must be frustrating watching
someone you love helpless,

dependent--
- shut up, all right.

- [Owen] What's going
to happen to your dad

if they put you away?
- I said leave it.

- I suppose your
brother will take over.

Is he good with your dad?

He doesn't strike me
as much of a carer.

- Shut the fuck up, will you?

- Sit down!
- Fuck.

It was all Mia.

I did what she told me to do.

She said,

we were putting him
out of his misery.

He was a fucking pedo, anyway.

- And Sion Wells?

Was he a pedo too?

[Owen sighing]

- They're not gonna leave
Dad with Jason, are they?

- I don't know.

I don't.

[sirens blaring]

[door squeaking]

- Thought I'd find you out here.

Lee started talking.

The night they killed Elis,

there was no great plan.

They broke into his
house for a laugh.

The old man came home,
things got out of hand,

the next thing they knew,
the old man was on the floor.

- Was Connor with them?
- Apparently it was him

and Lee who moved the body
into the bath on Mia's orders.

Same goes at the petrol station.

It was Mia's idea to go back.

According to Lee, she's
always been the same,

has to be in total control.

Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- I know that look.

- Alys, anything
back from the laptop?

- It's on your desk.
- Thanks.

[tense dramatic music]

[recorder bleeping]

Interview continued at 13:45.

You remember Gwilym Scott?

He was 14

when he took his own life, he
stepped in front of a train.

I've got a photograph of

you two together.

Gwilym was being bullied online

by somebody who knew things
about him, personal things.

- I didn't touch him.

- You befriended this
lonely isolated boy.

Made him feel like he had
somebody to open up to,

someone he could trust you.

Felt good, didn't it?

To have that hold over
him, that control.

And then, Gwilym joined
the youth center,

and you felt your
control slipping away,

'cause suddenly, there were
other people interested in him,

other people trying to help him.

You couldn't have
that, could you?

You had to have 100% control.

- I didn't touch him.
- You didn't need to.

The power of the
written word, Mia.

You know all about
that, don't you?

Anonymous posts,

cruel messages

all designed for one
thing, to destroy.

It's all there on
your laptop, Mia.

And then, after Gwilym died,
you visited his foster parents.

How did that feel?

To sit there in the
middle of all that pain,

knowing that you were the cause?

Or was it just a game?

[tense somber music]

Then,

a year later,

there's a new boy at school,

and that same lost lonely look.

Do you know where Connor is now?

[seagull squawking]

- No.
- He's in the hospital,

in a coma.

Looks like he tried
to kill himself too.

- Is he going to--
- Hard to say.

Your cousin, Lee,

has told us everything,

how you broke into Geraint
Elis's house, how it escalated,

and everything that
happened at the garage.

Why did you kill Sion Wells?

- Because I felt like it.

- Interview terminated 13:52.

- Do you want me
to say I'm sorry?

- My father,

he wasn't perfect.

He made mistakes, people do,

but he cared,

and he knew his worth.

He made sure I knew mine.

I feel sorry for you
that you never had that.

Take her away.

- You don't need to
feel sorry for me.

It doesn't matter where I go,

I always make new friends.

[slow somber music]

- Wasn't your fault, Mom.

- Connor, please.

- No,

let me say it.

I know you,

you're gonna blame yourself,

but it's not your fault [sobs].

I could've stopped it,

but I didn't.

I just wanted to feel like
I belonged to something,

was a part of something.

I'm sorry, Mom [sobs].

[mother hushes]

Does Liam know?

Not everything.

Not yet
[Connor sobbing]

- Mia and Lee have
been formally charged.

Their remand
application is with CPS.

- Connor's regained
consciousness.

- Oh, that's good.

- They're assessing him now.

They'll let us know when he's
well enough to be detained.

[people talking]

I'll start then.

[telephone ringing]
[Cadi sighing]

You should go home.

- I will see you tomorrow.

- Yes you will, Owen.

[radio chattering]

[tense somber music]

[Cadi sighing]
[sirens blaring]

[car engine growling]

[seagulls squawking]

[speaking in a foreign language]

[baby crying]

- Oh, hello.

Okay.

You need help?

- Hello?

- We're in here!

Long day?
- Yeah.

You've been busy.
- We're almost done.

Beth's been keeping me going
with the promise of wine.

- What about this?

Keep or charity?

- Keep.

Just that one.

- Go on, make yourself
useful, I'm gasping.

[tense somber music]

[door unlatching]

[glasses clanking]