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There are two
key forensic moments

in the investigation
of an act of homicide.

The last moment of the victim's
life...

and the first moment
of their death.

I think that somebody wants us
to think it's a robbery gone wrong.

Very wrong for the victim!

Oh, wow!

What?

- Whoa, excuse me, excuse me!
- Hi, sorry, I'm Mick...

Flannery?

- Oh, right.
- Yeah, I called it in.

Thanks. Can you wait
just behind that line there?

- Just over there?
- Yeah.

OK. I'll just be right over there.

Just behind that line, thanks.

No problem.

Rosa?

- Yeah?
- Did you give it to him yet?

Not yet.

Don't forget. It's very important.

Name's Ray Quinn,
night security guard.

- Found this morning as is.
- Is he known to the police?

Well, I put out a call for a
background check. Still waiting.

No rigor, so he's still within
the first three hours of death.

Scratches to the face.

- Branches?
- Yeah, possibly.

Except there are signs
of haematemesis around the mouth.

- Haema what?
- It's when you vomit up blood.

No sign of blood on the scene, then?

His clothes are covered in mud,
as are his boots.

Yeah, there are
a lot of footprints up here.

- Can you tell us how many, roughly?
- It's hard to tell, really.

There's been so much traffic around
here with your lot

and the bloke who found him.

We need to account for everybody who
walked the scene before we arrived.

We'll need to get
elimination samples from the owner

and from the employees...

- all right, Rosa?
- OK.

- I'll get him prepped for removal.
- Yeah, could I have my bag?

- What do you think happened here, Eve?
- Well, I can't say yet

whether he was murdered,
but I don't think he died here.

Martin Flannery, I own the garage.
Why the hell

- is he still lying here?
- We're just about to move him, sir.

Good. I don't want to seem
insensitive, but we're at
a standstill here.

- Is there somewhere we could talk?
- My office.

I need to speak to you, as well.

Good. I thought
you was going to leave me out.

- No chance of that, Mick.
- Inspector?

- Yeah.
- This is for you.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

Oggy told me to give it you.

I do find it easy to talk to you,
Tom.

Maybe that's because
you don't expect much.

I think I need to find
a new friend who... gives.

Someone... alive.

I have someone in mind, actually.

- When did you employ Ray Quinn?
- About three months ago.

Took him on as night watchman.

Yeah, against my advice.

Really?

Yeah. Just... had a feeling
he was one of those bad-luck blokes,
you know?

I guess I was right, cos you can't
get worse luck than being murdered,

- can you?
- No.

So did you know about his previous
before you employed him?

Oh, yeah. Um, working here was
part of his parole agreement.

Right, so you must have known

that he was coming to the end
of a stretch for kidnap.

And that he was the only member
of a gang convicted.

I'll translate that.

Are you the other gang members
that Ray didn't shop and is that why

you gave him a job when he came out?

That actually is
a better way of putting it.

- Well?
- Are you telling me I'm a suspect?

Everyone's a suspect...
until they're not a suspect.

Well, when you want to accuse me
of murder, let me know,
I'll get a lawyer.

In the meantime,
I've got a business to run.

You've offended him now.

What about you?

Nah. I'm the one with the thick skin.

That's it?

For now, yeah.

I'm not hurt.

You just have to stay calm,
and they will contact you.

You just have to open up the shop
and let them in.

They won't hurt me.

- Rosa, can you stay
and work the scene?
- Sure.

I want samples from the floor area,

doors and surfaces,
and those footprints.

- Got it.
- Hale?

Yeah?

Can you have one of your lot

- stay with her?
- Yeah, of course I will.

Look, I'm going to go
to the victim's home.

Keep me posted with the postmortem,
thank you.

- Rosa?
- Mm-hm?

You're aware he's a possible suspect?

- Yeah, of course.
- Good.

Oggy, can you prepare the lab?

Oggy?

Oggy, can you prep the lab
for an autopsy?

Are you on your way back?

Is Hale coming with you?

- No, why?
- No reason, just...

thinking.

It's a brew, mate.
It's a cup of tea. Honest.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Look, I only put a drop of cyanide
in it, I promise.

Well, in that case...

go on, then.

- Some biscuits there as well.
- Lovely.

- So... how much longer, do you reckon?
- Sorry?

- Before we can get back to business.
- Oh, I can't say.

You could, but you won't.

Honestly, I don't know.
But... if I did...

- Then you wouldn't.
- Yeah.

So, um, was he your friend?

Ray? No, I didn't like him.

- Oh.
- He didn't deserve that, though.

You know...

murdered for a few car parts.

Anyway, enjoy your brew.

- Thanks.
- And yourself.

Is that yours?

Yep. Restored it myself.

Very nice.

Initial examination of one
Raymond Quinn, recovered from scene.

Scratches to his hands, face and
neck, consistent with running

- through bushes, trees.
- To be verified.

Bruising to his ribs
is in the initial trauma state.

The flare didn't get a chance
to swell,

so he would have died
during the infliction of this injury.

I can confirm the haematemesis.
His stomach

- and lungs are full of blood.
- From the liver?

No, a ruptured portal vein.
However, the liver was already

in a state of inflammation
from cirrhosis, ready to pop.

Time of death?

The core temperature from the liver
is... 32 degrees, so,
given the conditions,

I'd say he's been dead
somewhere between four to six hours.

So his time of death fits in
with the robbery theory,

- the early hours of the morning?
- Well,

difficult to be precise,
but it's somewhere in that region.

He drowned in his own blood.

- Yeah. Thanks, Oggy.
- You're welcome.

Eve, we know
that he didn't die of natural causes?

- Possibly.
- So it could be a murder
investigation?

And we know
that the garage is a dump site.

- Yeah.
- Might be a Mafia message
to the owners,

someone making them
an offer they can't refuse,

like a horse's head in bed,

- but with a guy in a garage instead.
- Yeah, OK, Oggy. Er, got to go, mate.

- When will you be back?
- Er, bye!

Be careful out there.

- Are you lost, mister?
- Um, I don't think so.

I'm looking for Eileen Quinn.

And which Eileen Quinn would that be,
now?

It's the Eileen Quinn
that was the mother of Ray Quinn.

Look, the probation records show
that he lives here with her.

Right. So what's all this about,
like?

It's about a police matter.

I can go away,
I can come back with backup.

No, no. No need for that, now.
She's over here.

Eileen!

Policeman here for you.

Um... are you Ray Quinn's mother?

I am.

Can I come in?

- No.
- No, no,

that wouldn't be right at all, now,
for you to be alone with a woman, no.

OK, I see.

Um...

Um, Mrs Quinn, we've found your son.

Oh, did you?

And I'm afraid he's dead.

No!

Oh, no! Oh, Jesus Christ!

Jesus...

I'm so sorry.

It'd be better if we talk away here,
now.

Yeah, I need to see where Ray lives.

You see, most murders occur
in the kitchen,

or the bedroom,
generally in the home of the victim.

- Because most murders are domestic.
- Right.

- He might be a domestic.
- Right,

- we need to start on secondary.
- Already done it.

Oh, good. OK, well,
we know the garage is a dump site,

so we're looking for any indication
as to where the murder site
could be...

trace elements carried
between the two.

The scratches on his face
come from trees embedded with pollen.

Good.

Shall I run these?

No, no, I'll get Rosa to do it
when she gets back.

Yeah.

These two look different
from the others,

as though they've not
been made by... branches.

- Can you run that?
- Yeah, sure.

Keeps a tidy home.

Well, I wouldn't know about that,
I've never been in it.

- Someone cleaned this?
- His mother would do that for him.

When will she have his body?

- When I've finished with it.
- What are you doing with it?

I'm trying to find out who killed
him. Or don't you care about that?

Oh, I care about it all right,
don't you worry about that.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means we'll find him
and we'll take care of it ourselves.

That's not a good idea, taking
the law into your own hands.

Whose law? Yours or ours?

There is only one law,
it's the law of the land.

No, no, no, no. No.
You have your laws, and we have ours.

Yeah, but whilst you're living...
Sorry, what is your name?

Barney. Why?

Barney, whilst you're living
in our country, you will abide
by our laws.

I don't want this caravan
touched.

I'll be back.

Oh, my gosh! This is so cool!

- Can I rev it?
- Go on, then.

What are you looking for?

My earring.

Oh, yeah, and why would
your earring be in my car?

Out.

Ask your dad for a new pair -
I'm sure he can afford it.

Rosa, can you hear me?

Um, turn it off.

All right. What...?

Turn off the engine, please.

Eve?

Are you OK?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
- Are you coming back

- to the farm with the samples?
- Yeah.

- Now.
- OK.

I've got to go.

Ah, your mother calling.

Yeah, something like that.

Keeps you on a short leash, eh?

- In her world, everyone's a suspect.
- And I'm a suspect?

You distracted me. I need a swab.

For what?

Just to eliminate you
from the crime scene.

- Just...
- Just around your mouth.

OK.

And then your hand...

Cool. All done.

Ta.

The autopsy confirmed my suspicions.

Right, so he was beaten to death?

Well, to be precise, he was punched
a number of times in the ribs,

but it was a blow to the stomach

that caused the liver to rupture
and death to occur.

Yeah, I got something interesting
on the swabs

from the scratches on Quinn's neck.

They were made from the nails
of a female.

- Hm, a violent confrontation.
- Can you pull a profile
from that sample?

Yeah, I've done it.

She was white European.

OK... I think everyone needs
to be aware of the nature

of Raymond Quinn's previous crime.

It was a tiger kidnap of a wife
of a postmaster.

That's like a normal kidnapping

where the hostage
is held captive by the criminals,

but it's called a tiger kidnapping
because of the level

- of predatory stalking involved.
- Very good.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I have soil and oil samples
from the crime scene,

and elimination samples
from the owner and his brother, Mick.

- How did it go?
- Yeah, fine, thanks.

So, Quinn's last victim,
was she harmed?

Er, no.

No, the money was never recovered.

How did they get Quinn?

DNA. Believe it or not,
he blew his nose on a handkerchief

and then gave the handkerchief
back to her.

Claims he was just the babysitter,

but he never gave up
the other members of the gang.

Rosa, we need to find the source
of that pollen, ASAP.

- Rosa!
- Hm?

- Pollen, ASAP.
- Yeah, OK.

- Oggy?
- Soil samples, on it.

- Mike...
- Yeah?

You need to go back
and work his caravan.

Sure.

DI Hale. Would you run a profile
through Missing Persons?

Don't tell me that's it?

What the...?

What part of "don't touch the
caravan" do you lot not understand?

We couldn't stop her, it's tradition.

It's her right to fire the van
when he's dead.

Oh, it gets even better than that.
I can't even talk to the mother.

Why not?

Oh, well, you know,
because women can't talk to men.

Well, I'm not a man.

So why don't you and Mike go
and walk around with the other men,
and I'll...

Are you sure about that?

Yeah, I'll be OK.

Get out of the way, will you?

I'm sorry about your loss.

What brings you here, then?

I want to talk to Mrs Quinn.

About?

About her son, Raymond.

My son, Raymond,
was a good, good son.

We'd best talk inside, then.

Sorry?

Talk inside, Eileen.

All right.

Oh, God, look at your neck. Look
at... What have you done, Raymond?

What in the name of God
have you done?

Running pollen samples taken
from the body of Raymond Quinn.

Beginning analysis of the species
type in order to discover
its provenance.

Did you do something to a woman,
Raymond?

Have you seen me dogs, sir?
Aren't they beautiful creatures?

Down, boys!

Yeah, very nice.

Guard dogs, yeah?

No, fighting dogs.

- Fighting dogs?
- Yeah, best in the country.

You do know that's illegal,
don't you?

Well, is that right, now?

Cross-referencing elimination samples
from the garage

with trace elements
found on the victim's body.

This is weird.

What is?

DNA comparison is showing
that Raymond Quinn is a cousin

- to Mick and Martin Flannery.
- What?

- Why didn't they tell us this?
- I dunno.

It's strange, though, isn't it?

But... there were no traces
of female DNA on the crime scene.

Female, no - why?

Wake up, Oggy, there were scratches
from a female on Raymond Quinn.

Right. No, no,
she's not on the scene.

I'd better tell Eve
about the cousins link, though.

No, no.

- What?
- I'll do it.

But I discovered it!

OK, thanks, Rosa.

We weren't aware that Raymond was
a cousin of the Flannery brothers.

Who's been telling you things, then?

Raymond told us. It's in his blood.

You can't deny your own blood,
can you?

How well do you know
the Flannery boys?

They're my nephews.

It's just, when I met them,
they didn't seem like travellers.

Yeah, well, they wouldn't,
would they?

Them boys grew up in a house.

Their father, Lord rest him,
married a country girl.

A country girl?

- One of you.
- I see.

But she took to her heels
a few year into it.

You see,
blood is thicker than water.

OK, mate, stick or twist?

Hit me.

And that's why Martin
gave Raymond a job when he got
out of prison.

Look, Martin is a good boy.

Did Raymond have a wife
or a girlfriend?

Er, well, you know, Raymond...
He just...

He didn't fool around with women,
anyway.

- Raymond was, um, different.
- Different?

Harmless.

King...

We should find the men.

Yeah, please, thanks very much,
Teresa. Good bless. I'll see you
later.

How many is a king?

Ten. Let me see.

Am I bust?

Only by 30 this time.

21... See ya.

You'll get yourself in trouble
thinking those thoughts, Ray.

What are you smiling at?

You know exactly what I mean.

The pollen's from apple blossom.

Well, there's the garage...

Oh. That could be an orchard there.
There you go.

What?

OK, I'll pull up the Land Registry.

So... Hadersbury Fruit Farm,
owner Martin Flannery.

Application for planning permission
to build a halting site.

Pending.

- Halting site?
- You know, travellers.

I'd better bring Hale
up to speed on all this.

- I'll do it.
- But...!

And you're not too far
from the orchard now.

OK, send me directions, can you?

I've sent the coordinates
to your phone.

It'll Bluetooth to your sat nav
and take you straight there.

Er, I don't have Bluetooth set up.

Yes, you do,
I installed it for you.

Thanks, Oggy.

No problem... partner.

Hale, can you check if Raymond Quinn
had a psychological evaluation

- when he was in prison?
- Sure, why?

Just a niggle.

Hey, let's all be careful out there.

He's been watching
reruns of Hill Street Blues.

Oh, is that what it is?

I wondered.

What?

You seem depressed.

Really?

I'm here for you if you ever
want to talk about anything.

Or, there's Eve.

Urgh... Eve.

So, what is it, then?

Oh...

don't you feel like you spend
your whole life just working?

No.

I just...

I haven't done anything,
I haven't been anywhere.

You could become an eco-warrior -
that would be an adventure.

You know, save the whales,
the forests.

Maybe.

What about being an ice-road trucker?
That'd be fun.

I can't drive a truck.

- Extreme logging?
- Too hard.

What about working on a lobster boat
in the cruel seas off the coast
of Alaska?

Too cold.

OK.

I have to go in now.
There's lots to do.

OK.

Good talking to you.
Good, honest conversation. Thank you.

Eve, it seems like Ray
isn't the sharpest tool
in the box.

Did they quantify how sharp?

Er, IQ of 80.

OK.

Check these tyre marks.

- Oggy, are you getting this?
- Yeah.

We'll send you some
in high-def.

Got it.

Right, let's get suited up.

OK.

NRN detected.

Ninhydrin reactive nitrogen...

it's the chemical signature
of a dead body.

Can we forensicate it?

You know that's not a real word,
don't you?

Yes, it is. Well, it is now.

Look, handprints.

That one looks like it's female.

Are you sure those marks
are made by a female?

It's a mixture of male
and female,

but I'm pretty certain
that one is female.

It's smaller than the others,

and those are possibly
from long fingernails.

Like the nails that made
the scratches on Quinn's neck?

Yeah, well, we'll find out.

- And these big marks are...?
- Well,

where she was flailing about.

So we've got the female on the body
of Quinn from the scratches

and we may have her here as well?

Would she be on the MISPER?

No, I've already tried -
there's hundreds of them.

I'll need something
that narrows it down.

Axle ratios.

Come on, come on, come on.

So, you're a Ford Transit... Eve.

OK, great, thanks, Oggy.

Ford Transit at the garage.

Yeah. Rosa?

Eve?

Can you get back to the garage
and check out the Ford Transit van?

Work it for me, will you?

- Will do.
- Oh, yeah,

- and be careful.
- I'm not stupid.

No, I didn't say you were stupid -
I said be careful.

Yeah, well, I know how to do my job.

Good.

Look at that.

"Amanda."

That really does narrow it down.

- I'll get onto the MISPER database.
- Yeah, and it's bespoke.

It's got the jeweller's stamp on it.

Well, trace it.

Oggy, my camera.

Got it.

The maker's name is Edward Worrall.

Specialises in custom-made jewellery.
I have an address.

- Send it to my laptop with a map.
- OK.

Amanda! Amanda!

Oh, Jesus Christ,
Amanda's only a child!

Raymond, you'll have to go now
because they'll kill you.

Thank you. No Amanda
on Missing Persons.

So she's not missing, then?

Well... it means
she's not reported.

You'd expect a teenage girl
to be reported straightaway.

Yeah. Let's hope this guy
can give us some kind of lead.

- Yeah?
- Edward Worrall?

Yes.

DI Hale.

No, no, you can't be here.

I'm sorry?

Hiya. I'm Rosa Gilbert.

I'm here to carry out further
forensic examinations
on the property.

- Straight through.
- Thank you.

You just can't be here.

May we sit down?

Yeah, yeah.

Did you make this?

Oh, my God!

Are you all right?

My daughter... I made it for her,
but where did you get it?

Mr Worrall, what's going on here?

Well, they told me not
to contact the police.

Sorry, who?

Well, the kidnappers who took Amanda.
That's why you're here, isn't it?

Kidnappers?

How did they contact you?

Well, they sent me this.

I'm not hurt.

You just have to open up the shop
and let them in. They won't hurt me.

You just have to stay calm,
and they will contact you.

Don't contact the police.

I love you, Dad.

And you received this when?

That was yesterday.

Mr Worrall,
when did you last see your daughter?

Around lunchtime.

So she didn't come home last night?

No.

And what about her friends?

Sorry, I don't understand.

Well, we need to know where
she may have gone. Who are her
friends?

I... It sounds terrible, I know,
but I really don't know.

She... she's been locking me out.

We've been having problems
communicating, you know?

And what about her mum?

Well, we're divorced.

I have NRN in the Transit.

Rosa, get the police to secure
the whole property, will you?

And just tell them I'm on my way.

Can I take that picture of her?

Yeah.

Does she have a computer?

Yes, that's it there.

I tried to look into it,
but she has a password on it.

Listen, I'll need a family
liaison officer round here ASAP.

Yeah, you know the address.

And also some form of surveillance,
thank you.

Mr Worrall, I'm going to send
somebody round to sit with you.

Also I'm going to have to take a copy
of that e-mail, and I do need this.

Is there anything else
you can tell us?

Oh, um, she has... sometimes she has
a problem with epilepsy.

It would be very helpful to us
if we could get an item
of her clothing,

something that hasn't been washed,
or the pillowcase from her bed.

I'll go and get it.

Mike?

Yeah?

We're looking for a 17-year-old girl,
5'4", slim build.

OK.

Oggy.

Mike.

What do we know about dump sites?

Well, if the murder is unplanned,
there is no disposal plan.

Just a quick dump of the body,
and then the logic becomes
convenience-led.

So... somewhere quick and easy.

And usually temporary.

The killer will return
under planned conditions

to move the body to a better place.

- Thanks, Oggy.
- Cheers.

What?

You're not nicking stuff, are you?

No. I'm...

Just doing your thing?

Yeah.

Find anything?

I can't say.

Hello, Mick.

Are they all here for me?

I've got a warrant to search
all the outbuildings,
all the vehicles.

What are you looking for?

Amanda Worrall.

She's not here.

Well, I hope not. You've had a dead
body in the back of that van.

I guess you can prove it?

Yeah, I think I can.

Sounds like I'm in trouble, then.

Certainly are. Oh, did I forget
to mention...? You're under arrest.

Read him his rights.

OK, we've got a scent.

So she's here, yeah?

Her scent's here.

She's not going to the van.

So that's not her NRN in there, then.

Mike.

Yeah?

She's not here.

OK.

So, based on what we know, where you
are is her most likely location.

Hey. Hey!

What comes first?

Drawn to carrion?

Eve.

Mike, are you OK?

I've found her.

Um, call off the search.

You've found her?

Yeah.

Eve?

Go ahead, Oggy.

I've matched the boot prints from
the garage, the shack
and the Transit.

They belong to Mick Flannery.

Right, thanks, Oggy.

Also, the soil
from Raymond Quinn's clothes,

the garage, the Transit
and Mick's boots is the same.

And it's contaminated with canine
blood.

I get it, Mick.

You decide to kidnap Amanda,

get Ray to look after her
like you did last time,

only this time things
get out of hand, she ends up dead.

What I don't understand
is why you have to go and kill Ray

and then stage him as a break-in.

Hale...

Ray's your brother.

Hale...

Dogfighting.

- What?
- You mentioned dogfighting. Where?

On the halting site. Why?

Right. It's just, it's forensically
linked to all of our crime scenes,

to Raymond Quinn
and to our prime suspect.

Oh, really?

I need TSG.

Another search?

No, as backup.
We're going to a halting site.

Oh, Rosa, can you go back to the farm
and help Mike with Amanda's PM?

Initial examination
of Amanda Worrall.

Extensive bruising to the body.

Injuries to lower arms

and wrists
consistent with being restrained.

What is the cause of death?

Nothing external,
no visible puncture wounds.

No open wounds.

No bleeding.

The jaw is locked.

Suggesting death occurred
during a severe muscle spasm.

And her airway is blocked
by her tongue.

Right, thanks a lot, Mike.
Can you get her back to the farm?

Yeah, will do.

I need to know what happened here.

I think there was more than
dogfighting here.

Is this the Quinn murder site?

Well, luckily for us,
it rained very heavily last night,

so the blood should have washed down
through the subsoil.

How long do you need?

Not long.

OK.

Oggy, are you at the test site yet?

Yeah. What do you need to know?

The saturation depth for 24 hours
under heavy rain.

- Heavy rain without grass?
- Yeah.

And no run-off.

You're looking for an accumulation
of 4 to 6 inches into the topsoil.

There's a lot of blood

and it's in the right area.

Human blood,
and it's a match for Raymond Quinn.

So this is where Ray Quinn died.

This is where he bled out,

and in a lot of company.

There's a lot
of cross-contact contamination

between her and Raymond Quinn.

0K. Mick Flannery definitely
put her body in the tank.

- How did you get that?
- Multiple hits.

His footprints are in the shack

and tracked along the ground
to the tank base.

Plus cross-contamination
with the ladder to the tower.

I'm going to keep working
on Amanda's computer...

she had it encrypted,
but it shouldn't be a problem.

OK. Keep me up to speed.

Wait. We've got positive for semen
from the rape kit.

Ray Quinn?

No. Belongs to one of
the Flannery brothers.

Mick? Martin?

Neither.

- See this?
- Yeah.

Are you jealous?

No.

They're hiding a brother from us.

Well, we've got a profile
from the sample.

And I did see a young male
running from the orchard.

Do you love her?

You can't ask me that.

Why not?

Yeah, I love her.

What's it like?

What's what like?

Her love.

All right, babe?

Ow!

All right, secure this area.

I want them rounded up down here.

What in the name of God
do yous want now?

Keep those dogs chained up
or they'll be shot.

You're hiding a Flannery boy.
Where is he?

All this lot for one lad?

Where is he?

Go and stuff yourself.

Fine. Search the place.

It's strange that Eileen
hasn't come over here

with the rest of them.

Leave it to me.

Right, here's the deal.

A Flannery boy is wanted
in connection with the kidnap

and the murder of a young girl.

Now, none of you are going anywhere
until I find him, OK?

And I don't care
if it takes all night.

You can't keep us all penned up here
like cattle.

I can do what I like!

Listen to me!

Every single one of you are involved
in the cover-up of this young girl's
murder.

And look at you.
You stand there and you say nothing.

And, what, you wonder
why people don't trust your kind?

Huh?

I will arrest every single
one of you if I have to!

And no-one goes anywhere.

You'd better get yourself
down here quick.

I'm in.

Oggy to Hale - come in, partner.

Oggy.

I've cracked into Amanda's
photo albums.

There's pictures of Amanda
with a boy.

Could be him.

- Great, well done.
- Thank you.

His name's Danny. I'm sending
some photos to your phone.

Over and out.

Um, great. Over and out, Oggy.
Over and out.

Boom!

Why aren't you out there
with everyone else?

Why?

I've no-one to worry about
out there... in the world.

All my troubles are waiting for me
beyond the grave.

Of course.

Why are you here with me again?

Mrs Quinn, I know that Ray
was beaten to death out there

in front of the whole community.

Did you see it?

No, no.

You smiled.

Mm...

The fact that you can think that
a woman might be allowed into that...

that's man's business.

I didn't do anything bad.

I was trying to help her.

Her? Her?

Did you do something to a woman,
Raymond?

Danny's Amanda.

Amanda? Amanda?

- Oh, Jesus Christ. Amanda's only a child.
- I didn't...

Raymond, you'll have to go now,
they'll kill you.

Raymond Quinn, come out.

That's Martin.

Listen to me, Raymond.

There's no running now.
You've got to fight him.

No.

Listen, it's Martin who's out there,
not Mick.

Soft, not even a proper traveller.

Brought up in a house.

You're much stronger than he is

and you have much better blood
in you. Come on!

I suppose I don't know
anything about your life,

but I do know how your son died.

No crime was committed.

He fought a fair fight with another
man, and what happened happened.

And that's it.

He just...

didn't have it in him.

Raymond Quinn, come out here now,
or we'll go in there
and drag you out.

Come on! You have to face them
like a man. Look at you...

a big, tall man like you.

You can do it.
Come on, Raymond, you can do it.

Be afraid of no man.

I love you, Ma.

I love you, too, son.
Oh, God!

I love you.

I want you to stay in.

I will, I'll stay in. And I'll pray
for you. I promise I'll pray for you.

I think maybe
you are the one who has it wrong.

Meaning?

Meaning I'm assuming
it was some kind of honour fight
over something Ray did,

something... terrible.

For killing Amanda Worrall.

But Amanda Worrall wasn't murdered.

What?

We've examined her body
and we're sure that she died
of an epileptic fit.

No, there's... No,
there's... there's...

a man who swore on the Bible.

A witness.

Your son was innocent of murder.

God forgive us.

Now, I know that your community
has rules and customs

that say you shouldn't help
the police.

My poor boy...

But I think there's one set of rules
that we all try to live by,

and the ninth one of those rules is,
"Thou shalt not bear false witness."

Come on, now.
Don't let your family down now.

I didn't do it.

Come on, you've not to be a coward
now. Think about your poor mother.

Right, now,
I'll be the fair-play man.

We'll have a fair fight.

No choke holds, just straight boxing,
right? You got that?

Right, on you go.

I'll not throw the first punch,
Martin. You've been good to me.

Damn you, Ray.

Why didn't you just hand yourself in
to the police?

I'm not going back to prison.
I can't.

I've got to do this, you know.

Start it, will you?

Martin, let me do this.

No!

Fight back, will you?

Get up out of there.

Get back.

Ray.

Jesus! Ray...

You can't just leave him
there!

Do you hear me?

I'll look after it.

We'll say nothing,
but you can't leave him there.

I said I'll deal with it.

Well, see you do.

Ray...

Hey, look at me.

He killed a girl, do you hear me?

He deserves this.

Don't you touch me!

What do you want, Eileen Quinn?

Danny Flannery.

Liar!

Danny Flannery bore false witness
against my son.

My son is innocent.

I didn't lie, I swear it!

What's all this?

She's got the proof.

She can tell you he's innocent.

Don't listen to her!

Is that true?

Yes.

Look, they're taking Danny!

We want the truth!

Oh, you want the truth now, do you?

Calm down, all of you!

What the hell are you doing with him?

- He's under arrest.
- He's 16, so I'm going with him.

Say nothing, Danny!

Enough! Enough! Enough! If this
is all about what happened to Ray,

I can tell you now it were
a fair fight between me and him

in front of all these witnesses.

Because Danny told you that he saw
Ray killing Amanda?

Yeah.
But I didn't mean to kill him.

You can tell that to the jury.
Arrest this one as well.

- What the hell
do you want Danny for? - Kidnap!

Let me get this straight.

You fought Ray Quinn because
Danny here said that he saw
Raymond killing Amanda?

But, like I said, I was just settling
it so he'd hand himself in.

He went down after a couple of blows.

Yeah, a ruptured liver
would do that to you.

OK, Raymond's dead, and, what,
you move the body to the garage?

I did that.

Why the garage?

Cos he was supposed
to be working that night.

At the garage.

- Right.
- I also moved Amanda's body

to the water tower,
let's be clear on that.

- Yeah, I know that.
- Good.

Look, if there is any part of this
mess that I can't fathom

and I think you can help me,
then I'm going to ask you.

Fair enough.

Right, Danny...

in fact, all of you...

I want you to watch this.

This was downloaded off your mobile.

Is this OK?

You ready?

Yeah.

Go.

I'm not hurt.

You just have to stay calm,
and they will contact you.

You just have to give them
your bank card and the PIN number.

I love you, Dad.

Say about opening the shop.

Oh, right.

You just have to open up the shop
and let them in.

They won't hurt me.

Cool.

That's the unedited version,
of course.

I mean, the finished product,
that's not it, the one
that you sent to her dad.

Jesus, Danny! Why?

Needed the money...

to run away.

What?

Are you sure about this?

We talked about it, you agreed.

Yeah, I know.

Her dad wouldn't let her be with me.

You could've just moved in with us.

You don't get it, do you?

I wanted to run away from you.

You wanted what?

I love you.

I love you too.

Come on.

All this traveller bullshit,
it has nothing to do with me.

I'm not a part of it.

- It's your blood!
- I'm not one of you.

- You need a smack.
- Whoa, whoa...

Like Ray?

- I did that for you.
- I didn't ask you to do that.

I expected you to go to the police.
What you did's not normal.

Danny, this puzzle is all
starting to come together now,

but Ray... how was he involved?

What?

The kidnap.

He wasn't.

Then why did he die, then?

I left Amanda in the cabin.

I went to the internet cafe
to send a message.

I came back.

I saw Ray running
from the cider house.

When I went inside,

she was dead.

Raymond, what are you doing here?

I saw you through the window.

You can't be here. You have to go.

What's wrong?

Amanda!

Aman...!

Stop!

Amanda! Amanda! No!

No... Amanda!

And you thought that you would go
and tell your big brother here
what happened.

Yes.

But you left out the bit
about the kidnap plot.

Yes.

Jesus! Ray...

Then Raymond was an innocent man.

Why didn't you tell us?

Danny!

It's not his fault.

It's mine.

Yeah, you're right - I should have
gone to the police, let them
deal with it.

Then none of this would have
happened, would it?

Can I see her?

Sometimes the truth
about a loved one's death
won't bring us comfort.

Sometimes it'll leave us even more
confused, in even more pain.

Amanda's death was tragic,
but it wasn't murder.

Raymond Quinn's death was horrific,

but even that wasn't murder.

And as for motive...

a dangerous blend of fear and rage,
love and desire...

these are emotions
we all possess and which,

in the wrong circumstances, can erupt
with no heed of the consequences.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

I should have been there
when you found Amanda.

What, to hold my hand?

No. You know what I mean.

Yeah, I know. It's OK, I'm fine.

The good news is
we're in good financial health.

- We are.
- So we don't need...

To take on so much crime scene work.

Yeah.

I think we should stick at it.

Really?

It's good for the farm.

Farm?

Yeah.

Go on, admit it - you love it.

It's, um...

it's engaging.

It is.

Guys, dinner's served.

OK, Oggy, we're on our way.

Even when the truth
is painful and destructive,

we must pursue it ceaselessly.

Without truth, justice is blind,
the law alien.

Without truth, we cannot hope
to give voice to the victim,

nor offer their loved ones closure.

And that's our purpose.

That's our promise.