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Ziane never submitted any evidence
during the investigation.

I found something. We're finished.

All I need you to do
is to confirm some facts for me.

These are facts
that will help me prove

what happened to Oliver Hughes.

I'll tell you what I know.

What good can come from sending
you to prison?

If you tell anybody
about Charmataines...

Alex?

~ Alex?! ~ Alex?

~ Alex! ~ Alex?

Alex?!

Alex?

Alex?!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex?!

Alex!

MUSIC: Come Home
by Amatorski

♪ Oh, my love

♪ We pray each day

♪ May you come home

♪ And be OK

♪ For now we wait

♪ For you, for you

♪ To come home. ♪

My leg?

Good days and bad.

It wasn't the way I hoped
my career would end.

And thanks to you, the last case
I worked on remains unsolved.

If you had stayed on the
Hughes investigation,

you think that you
would have found the boy?

We'll never know.

I had no choice.

You understand?

I could not let you see that file...

And yet I did,
Monsieur Charmataines. I saw it.

After everything
I have done for that journalist.

Everything I gave him...

he still turned me in.

Look, I didn't come here

to talk about the past,
Monsieur Charmataines.

Then why do you keep calling me
by that name?

You were seen at the pool
where Oliver was taken.

You took something,
placed it in an evidence bag.

And yet you never submitted
anything into evidence. How come?

I don't remember.

We have a witness.

Are you listening to me?

Someone saw you.

What did you take?

What did you take?

It takes nothing to tell us
and it means everything to us.

Everything.

OK.

But you must bring my son to see me.

Excuse me?

You bring my son to me and I will
tell you what you wish to know.

You want to see your son?

Your son?

Listen, if you concealed any
evidence

that stopped us finding Olly...

Look, I cannot compel him to visit
if he doesn't wish to.

Then I suggest that you try.

Because that will be the only way
that I will talk to you.

My son Anouar is studying
at UPEC, Paris-Creteil.

Hello?

'Mr Hughes, it's Malik Suri.
Don't hang up.'

Why?

Because I know what
happened to your son.

'I have Vincent Bourg on record.
He's saying that you attacked him.'

Tony?

'That you broke into his flat.'

And he told you Ian Garrett
paid for his alibi.

Your assaults on Greg Halpern
and Vincent Bourg

establish a pattern of violence.

'And your knowledge
that Garrett was a paedophile,

'well, that establishes motive...'

What are you trying to say?

What do you know about
my son's disappearance?

'I believe Ian Garrett
killed your son.

'Why else would
he pay for Bourg's alibi?'

The police cleared Garrett.

'But you didn't know that
when you killed him,

'did you, Mr Hughes?'

With Mr Bourg's statement,

legally, I can make
the clear implication.

The police will do the rest.
They'd open up an investigation.

'Any parent in your position...

'People will understand, but only if
you tell your side of the story.'

I still can't believe
they actually post bees.

Yeah, the queen must be placed in a
separate cage to the other bees.

The only thing dividing them
is a wall, like a plug of sugar,

which the other bees
will eat away at...

until the queen is free.

It is a way of getting them
accustomed to her scent,

so... they accept her
as their queen.

Just the way we met, yes?

Why couldn't you have just taken
up bird-watching?

Well, you might as well count blades
of grass on the ground.

This... this will give us honey.

Since when have you ever
eaten honey?

Come on, come and sit down
and have something to eat.

C'est un ordre.

Have you seen this?

Yes. I saw it when the story
first broke.

You don't think it's got
anything to do

with the Oliver Hughes case,
do you?

I don't know.
Maybe, I don't know.

Have you called Laurence
to find out more?

Of course not.

I am not interested any more.

You wanted me to let go.

That man Ziane hurt you.
All those surgeries...

We thought you were going to
lose your leg altogether.

He could've killed you, Julien.

And call me selfish, but no case -
not Oliver Hughes or Ian Garrett -

nothing is more important
than having you here

safe and well with me.

Come on, amour.

I still have one good leg.

I assure you, I don't miss it.
Not at all.

Huh?

OK.

Tony!

Tony.

Someone's at the door.

Huh?

Could you get it?

Could you get it, please?

Yeah.

Did you talk to Peter?

~ No. ~ If you keep not showing up,
they'll have to let you go.

I thought you were coming tonight.

Look.

Oh, my God!

What? What is it?

It'll be all right.

You don't know that.

How do we decide?

Mrs Price?

What?

It can't be a coincidence.

The sports ground's only two miles
away from the swimming pool

and he was taken fast,
just like Olly.

~ We don't know that for sure.
~ They're connected. They have to be.

We should be there.
I'll see what time there's a train.

Listen, are you sure
this is a good idea?

What? If they're connected and
they find any leads on this boy...

Oh, yeah.
Maybe you shouldn't come, Em.

No. No, I'll be fine.

Look, we can do this on our own.
No-one's going to judge you.

No, I want to come.

Right, I'll book
the three o'clock.

You all right? You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

Laurence.

Thanks for seeing us.

So, what's happening?
What do you know?

Please, Mr and Mrs Hughes,
I understand you are anxious,

we all are,
but you shouldn't have come.

~ We have every right to be here...
~ We want to help.

I have no time to brief you now.
Perhaps if you call Baptiste...

Baptiste is here?

He called as soon as the news broke,
offering his advice.

He knows what I know.

And when I have time, I promise...

~ Excuse me?
~ .. I will call you when I can.

I'm sorry.

I'm just so sorry.

~ Good to see you.
~ You too.

Sylvie.

Emily.

Hello.

Thanks for fitting us in.

Nonsense. The moment I heard
the news, I thought about your boy.

He was always in my prayers.

He still doesn't have the
smoking ban through his thick head.

And this is what comes
from such a habit.

~ So, room number six.
~ Thank you. ~ Please.

You will always have a home here.

Thanks, Sylvie.

TV works in this room at least.

Tony, I think I've made a mistake.

I thought I'd be OK, I thought...

I'm coping a lot better now,
but I just...

This room, it's just the same.

Sylvie's been so nice to us,
you know, so good.

I mean, Christ knows the amount
of business we must've cost them

over the last few years,
her and Alain.

It's the least we can do.

Doesn't it get to you?

Of course it does.

Why are we here?
We need to go.

I want to stay somewhere else.

Why? So we can forget?

No. No, I didn't mean it like that.

I just... I think...

I think this is punishing ourselves.

Well, you run away if you want.

That's all you've done ever
since he disappeared -

run away and pretend
like it never happened.

How much did you drink on the train?

I'm surprised you even noticed,
the amount of medication you're on.

I'll be at the Marquis.

Why don't we just go in
and ask to see him?

We are here to ask for his help.
Not to embarrass him.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah, it's just the bank, again.

I'm not their favourite customer.

~ Hello. Do you speak English? ~ Yeah.

We're here about your father.

Khalid Ziane. Khalid Charmataines.

I have nothing to
say about my father.

Anouar!

Anouar, your father...
Your father knows something.

Something that could help us
find our son.

But he won't tell us,
not unless you agree to meet him.

~ You must know what my father did.
~ Yes, we understand that.

No, you don't. You can't.

I had no idea who he was.
I had no idea what he had done.

When your son was taken,
all of that changed.

Because of this -

I found out that he caught my mother
in bed with another man.

That he beat her and she ended up
dead of those injuries...

so I would never know her.

Then he just left me.

He left me on my own, he ran away,

changed his name
and had a new family.

That man has no right to call
himself your father.

You don't have to feel sorry for
him. You don't have to speak to him.

But trust me, I'm telling you,
if you don't look him in the eye,

you'll regret it
until your dying day.

I do understand.

Every son needs to know
who their father is.

Even if he is a monster?

I'm begging you Anouar, please.

Anouar.

Anouar.

'Hello?'

Mark. This is Julien Baptiste.

'I hope I am not disturbing...'

Hey. No, not at all, not at all.

'How did it go with Ziane's son?'

Not as we would hope.

We have returned to
Chalons du Bois without him.

'I'm sorry to hear that.'

We will try another approach
with Ziane.

In the meantime,
I was hoping for your help.

'Anything.'

Ziane was leaking information to
that journalist...

Malik.

'There's a chance that Malik
knew

'about the evidence Ziane found.'

'I'll get right on it.'

Thank you, my friend.

~ Monsieur Baptiste. ~ Merci.

Ah, Baptiste.

Go home...

I'm OK, I can work...

Just go home. You've been
looking like shit for days.

Sort it out.

Don't worry. We'll find a way to
get through to Ziane.

How can you be so relaxed?

I'm not relaxed.

I'm just getting used to it.

You've clearly been spending
a lot of time with Julien.

It's good for you.

Before I came out here,
Mark and I called off the wedding.

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

Sometimes I wonder if I was just
lying to myself anyway.

Like having this new family
was just a plaster

to cover up the pain,
to stop the bleeding.

Maybe I don't want to cover
it up any more.

So what about you?

What do you mean?

I mean, what is going on with you?

Just getting what's coming to me.

What do you mean?

Malik Suri.

He knows...

about Ian Garrett,
he knows what I did.

How?

I've no idea.

But he says he's got enough
to go to press.

Maybe it's what I deserve.

Don't say that.

You shouldn't say that.

It was an accident.

Wasn't it?

I killed him.

I'm sorry.

(I'm sorry.)

Are you all right?

(I'm sorry.)

This bloody place.

Tell me about it.

I'm a bit drunk.

Let's get you back to your hotel.

Oh, no, let's just wait here
a moment.

This place...

it's actually beautiful.

I've spent so long resenting
this town,

I forgot to ever really look at it.

It's like the world conspired
against us.

That night when...

when we lost Olly...

.. I didn't just lose him.

I lost you too.

I thought we could survive anything,
us two.

I thought, if anything, something
that horrific

would make us stronger.

I pushed you away.

It was my fault.

I was the one...

Hey.

Hey.

~ Do you mind if I join you?
~ No, come on.

I thought you were at the Eden.

Tony is.

How's James?

He's good.

He's with his mum this weekend.

Always mentions you every
time I see him.

Well, actually, he talks about
"the pretty lady with the presents".

How was his swimming race?

He did really well.

He came second.

Aw, he looks so pleased.

Listen, tell me to mind my own
business...

are you and Tony OK?

Well, you see us pretty regularly.

What do you think?

~ I shouldn't pry...
~ No, I was serious.

You're a detective.

What do you see,
when you look at me and Tony?

I see two people who have been
through something dreadful.

I see an alky and a basket case.

Hey, come on, that's not fair.

You picked yourself up after
that night on the bridge.

You went back to London and you
forced yourself back into work,

back into some kind of life.

You've got to give yourself credit
for that, even if Tony won't.

It's not his fault.

He blames himself for Olly.

And I told him, a long time ago,
that I blamed him too.

I don't think he's ever
forgotten that.

But you are trying to put
yourself back together

and you can't let Tony
stand in the way of that.

They're beautiful pictures.

He's such a lovely boy.

You're very lucky.

I am lucky.

I should've known
you'd follow us out here.

I have a job to do.

Is that what you call it?

Oh, and a new mouth to feed,
I can see.

Yeah, maybe.

There's quite a high risk of my
child having cystic fibrosis.

They want to run some tests
to make sure.

But to do the test, well,
that carries a risk of miscarriage.

Then if it is positive, then what?

Can I see?

If someone had told me
when Olly was born,

you're going to lose him,
he's going to be taken from you...

.. and you'll never know why...

.. and you'll never see him again...

.. I'd still have had him.

Not that it's any of my concern.

What, no questions for me?

No.

~ Hey. ~ Tony!

Thanks for this, it means a lot.

We arrested Claude Duchamps
an hour and a half ago.

Just remember, please, it is against
protocol to show you in here.

If Detective Walsh was not
a friend...

~ We'll be discreet. I promise.
~ Follow me, please.

The child was abducted
by his own father.

He and the mother
had a bad divorce,

so he feared he would
lose custody,

so he arranged for his
brother to take the child.

Somewhere public,
so he would be above suspicion.

He was thinking of your son's case
when he planned it.

He knew the connection would be
made in the eyes of the public.

Who would do that?

Who would let someone believe
that their own child was...

It's more common than you'd think.

Most child abductions are done
by the parents.

He says, "You ask me why?

"She was going to leave the
country with her new husband.

"I lose the right to see my son,
my own flesh and blood.

"You ask me why? It is because
I love him with all my heart

"and I would do anything for him.
Anything."

Tony.

~ I can't believe it.
~ What?

~ You're not...
~ What?

Relieved?

No, I am.

Jesus Christ, Tony, that woman,
she thought she'd lost her son.

We did lose our son.

Why would you wish
that on anyone else?

How can you be upset about that
poor boy being found?

Because I thought we might
be on to something.

Because I thought it might be
connected.

And you're sad that they aren't?
That this child isn't...?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Don't tell me there isn't some
small part of you

that wanted it to be related?

So that it might tell us something.

So it might point us in some kind
of direction after all these years.

~ No! ~ Why? Because you've given
up on him?!

Is this what our lives are now?

We don't talk any more,

we don't sleep together.

Christ, I can't even remember
the last time I smiled.

We're allowed to smile, Tony.

It doesn't make us bad people.

It makes us human,
because we have to at least try

or we might as well just
give up on life.

But you already have, haven't you?

Haven't you?

I think we should get a divorce.

Fine.

No, erm...

~ Listen, I...
~ I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, no.

~ I'm so sorry.
~ No, no.

The truth is, I think Mark's
better for you than I ever was.

He's been there for you.

All these years, he put you before
everything else. I didn't.

After Olly was taken,
I couldn't even see you any more.

All I saw was him.

His eyes, his smile...

always reminding me it was my fault.

I just want you to be happy.

You deserve that.

Life is short.

Maybe just stop thinking about
Malik and what's going to happen

if it all comes out and just...

.. just grab life where you can.

Just grab it.

What?

You've had too much to drink.

Hello.

Merci.

How many times this morning?

Twice.

There is a bug going around
at work.

You have been feeling nauseous
all week, though, no?

I went to Oxford,
maybe the travelling...

I think we'll take
a week off the treatment.

No...

Your body is rejecting the
chemicals. It needs time to adjust.

Perhaps a smaller dose...

You don't understand!

It is working!

On the contrary, Mr Bourg,
it's doing the opposite.

It's making you sick.

Without it, I will be sick.

My mind will be sick.

Help me.

Please!

Please?

Please?

Hi.

Listen, I...

I need to talk to you
about something.

~ I have to something to say.
~ Yeah, hold on.

Please.

Malik Suri called me yesterday.

He knows about Ian Garrett.

About what I did.

How?

He didn't say. Just that he has
enough to go to print.

Well, he doesn't have any proof.

The only proof is...

The shirt, I know.
And I destroyed it.

But he doesn't need proof, Julien.

He just needs to make an allegation.

Then people will start
looking into it,

and then you could be
dragged into the whole mess.

Those construction guys at
Audresselles saw you take the shirt.

What if Laurence asks them about it?

I make my own decisions.

I am prepared to face
the consequences.

No.

It's not right.

I'm going to confess.

If I get in front of it,
then you won't get sucked in.

I need to write a statement.

Well, you've made up your mind.

I will not try to change it.

But please allow me to help you
with your statement.

We must place events in a certain
light, just so,

in order that people may fully
understand what you did.

OK, then.

And first we will go and see
Khalid Ziane.

Why? He won't see us
without his son...

Then it is a good thing
Anouar will be joining us

at the maison d'arret, huh?

I spoke with him last night.

I wanted to tell you when I came in
but, you know...

your statement...

You can call Emily now.

Yeah.

~ May I? ~ Er, yeah.

Someone had him killed
because he was going to talk.

Yes. The question is, who knew that
he was about to speak to us?

What, so that's it?

There's nothing else that we can do?

There is some hope.

A small hope.

Someone Ziane fed information to.

Deep breath, deep breath.

Let's turn that off.

~ Good job, we'll take it off now.
~ I'll get it.

Finished now.

Come on, then. High-five.

Oh, missed. High-five.
Oh!

High-five. Oh!

Can we talk?

So what's this about?

Back in 2006, the man you
exposed as Khalid Charmataines

was leaking you information
from the Hughes case.

I believe he gave you something
that he'd found

on a re-canvas of the scene.
Something that you never gave back.

You've got a very vivid
imagination, Detective.

~ Can I still call you that?
~ What?

Detective. I heard you
were leaving the force.

No, no, I'm still a copper.

Which is how I got hold of this.

These are the financial
records of Evett-Reed Associates -

a private forensic firm,
based in Amersham.

I knew you wouldn't be able to
resist playing detective.

This shows that you submitted
an item for analysis

around about the time
of the Hughes disappearance.

Paid for it in cash, so it didn't
show up on your statements,

but your name was still recorded.

I think I'm going to call my lawyer.

Oh, I think that's the worst
thing you could do.

Julien Baptiste says you're going
to make a claim in your book

that Tony Hughes killed Ian Garrett.

When the case is reopened, you'll
find that's more than just a claim.

The case isn't going to be
reopened though, is it?

Because I'm going to make
you an offer.

If you co-operate and if you give
back whatever you're holding,

along with the lab report,
and kill this story,

then I won't have to put you
in a French prison

for obstruction of justice.

You ever been in a French prison,
Malik?

Obviously not.

Charmataines was in one.

In fact, he was murdered in one
a few hours ago.

Have we got a deal, Malik?

I've made bad decisions, yeah.

But that doesn't make me
a bad person.

Why would you say that Tony Hughes
killed Ian Garrett?

Why would you say
something like that?

'This is the
voicemail of Tony Hughes.

'Sorry, I can't take your call.
Just leave your name and number

'and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.'

'Please enter the
four-digit code

'to access your voicemail.'

'Tony, I just told you
I wanted a divorce

'and you looked at me like it was
nothing.

'God, I'm just trying to get through
to you, to talk to you and...

'I don't blame you for what you
did to Ian Garrett.

'I mean... the things he did...

'If you care about us
at all, please call me back.

'Maybe it's not too late.'

'Message deleted.'

'You have no new messages.'

Sylvie.

They say on the news that they
found the boy.

~ It's good news, huh?
~ Uh-huh.

Look, Sylvie, I'm going to be
staying for a while anyway.

The missing boy might have
nothing to do with Olly...

but I've been doing some
digging of my own.

I'm going to get
hold of the old police files.

Even without them, I think
I've got a couple of leads.

So... no time like the present.

And I'd like my old room back,
if it's still available.

Are you sure?

It's not too much... a reminder?

I want to be reminded.

Of course, yes.

Thanks.

Hello.

~ Hey. ~ Hey.

I was just checking you were OK.

Yeah, I-I'm fine.

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

I-I saw you and Tony,
at the commissariat...

We're getting a divorce.

Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

I think this last year we just
stayed together because of Olly.

Because being with Tony
reminds me of him.

Of what it was like to be a family.

But neither of us were really there
for each other at all, or ourselves.

I suppose when...

.. all your dreams are about drowning
or suffocating,

it's probably time to get out, eh?

I've been through it.
I know.

We appreciate you coming, Mark.

Ca va?

So, this is what Ziane
gave Malik Suri.

The initial lab reports were
inconclusive about the bloodstains,

but we have got enough to run
more DNA,

so hopefully it'll come up
with something.

I know what it is.

I know who it belongs to.

MUSIC: Heartbreak Hotel
by John Cale

♪ Since my baby left me

♪ I've found a new place to dwell

♪ Down at the end of Lonely Street

♪ Heartbreak Hotel

♪ Oh, feeling so lonely, baby

♪ Feeling so lonely, baby

♪ I could die... ♪