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[ducks quacking]

[car door sliding shut]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[duck quacking]

[water gently splashing]

♪

[water splashing]

[splashing, shouting]

[clock beeping]

- Whoo!

[applause, clock beeping]

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Come on, all right!

- Whoo!

- Whoo!

[pensive music]

[audio fades out]

[bubbling]

[TV playing in background]

- That's a bit of a hurdle.

- [chuckling]

[FaceTime ringing]

Yep.

- Ellis, you're across the case?

- I'm reading the file.

- That's a yes, then.

- And I'm expected?

- They know you're coming.

The mother of the deceased--

- Louise Edwards, ex-minister for--

- Reached out.

[soft sobbing]

As an MP, she had some doubts about the capability

of the local force.

They've requested the best.

It'll need some delicate handling.

Bit of media interest.

It won't go unappreciated

if you find her son's killer quickly.

- And the girl, Maggie, finding her?

- Yes.

[button beeping]

- No message.

[birds chirping]

[melancholy music]

♪

- [sighs]

♪

- Come on, guys!

[singer vocalizing]

[singer vocalizing]

[church bell ringing]

[phone charging tone]

[sighs]

[car alarm beeping]

[door opening]

[chatter]

- Ta.

DCI Ellis? - No.

- I thought you said she was here.

- 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Had worse. - Sorry?

Oh, sorry.

Yeah, um, DCI Ellis, I am DS Chet Harper.

[lighthearted music]

- Right.

Let's head up then.

- Yeah.

Uh--uh, this way.

[door opening]

After you.

Hey, sorry.

Um, I mean, it was, uh, 50/50.

Uh, have you ever been up here before?

- Yeah, school trip, although it might

have been in Lake District.

Hard to tell with all the rain.

- Whew, the lakes.

Hmm, no comparison.

Best place on Earth, this. [sniffles]

[door beeping]

- Maybe it was then.

50/50.

- Mm. [grunts]

It's, uh, all go here this morning.

We brought someone in, Steven Mason, the stepfather.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay, uh, listen up.

Yeah, guys, o--over here.

All right, good.

Uh, thanks, everyone.

So, um, this is DCI Ellis--

Who Assistant Chief Constable Leighton has placed in charge

of the Rowan Edwards case and disappearance

of Maggie Bradley.

[lighthearted music]

- I'll need to set up my office.

- You'll--

yeah, we didn't think you'd--

no, no, we're not.

I can get that sorted for you, boss.

- Viewing room, then.

- Now?

- Let's discuss the argument you had with Rowan

when he came to pick Maggie up at the house that night.

- I gave her a letter telling off is all.

- Neighbor said it sounded heated.

- Listen, the last time he took her out, she didn't get home

until 3:00 in the morning.

- Did that bother you, did it?

- It bothered her mum.

- Speaking of Linda, neighbors heard you and her arguing

after Maggie and Rowan left.

- Well, that was-- it was nothing.

- Stormed out of the house.

- I didn't storm out. I just left.

- And didn't come back till the morning.

- Like I told you, I stayed at the caravan.

- At a small caravan park, right?

- That's right.

- [sniffles] Hmm.

You see, the problem we've got, Steven,

is that we can't find anyone

to corroborate what you're telling us.

The manager at the site says that

you didn't check into the office.

- Well, it was late. The office was closed.

- They've got cameras at the gate.

We checked the footage.

[tense music]

[chuckles]

Were you jealous?

Were you jealous of Rowan?

- Sorry, what? - Come on.

[laughs] Private school, got his own wheels,

keeping Maggie out till God knows when,

getting up to all sorts.

And she's a pretty girl.

- What's that got to do with anything?

- Well, it can't have escaped your notice.

You've lived with her for three years.

- Unlock the door.

- Well, I think the boss has it under control.

- Key, now.

Now.

- A younger version of her mum,

like Linda must have been before she trotted

up over the hill, so to speak.

[tense music]

- [growling]

- Mr. Mason.

Mr. Mason.

- Steven Mason's got a temper.

Who would have thought it, eh?

And you are?

- Uh, this is DCI Ellis, boss.

- Oh, yeah.

DCI lend a helping hand, eh?

Well, as you can see, we've got things very much in hand here.

DCI Belmont. I'm in charge.

- But you're not.

Not anymore.

So I need you to get me up to speed.

Your office will do nicely.

- [scoffs]

[phone ringing]

[chatter]

- No, I'll get back to you on this.

- It's standard protocol.

He's a person of interest.

That's as clear as day.

- Also, the father of a missing girl.

- The stepfather. - Of a victim of a crime.

Some might say also the victim.

- [scoffs] Does that look like a victim to you?

- More like a man under extreme stress reacting to harassment.

- Oh.

Well, you can get off that high horse right away.

We're not the Met up here. You know that.

As far as I'm concerned, Steven Mason is

just the same as anyone else.

He is a suspect with a record and a motive

and a great fat hole in his alibi.

- You could be right.

And perhaps Mr. Mason knows where Maggie is.

- Exactly, so with a bit of pressure,

I reckon he'll lead us right to her body.

- I wasn't aware of any evidence

pointing to Maggie's death.

She's missing.

She's not confirmed as dead. - [scoffs]

- I'm here to lead a murder investigation

and a missing persons.

I need the goodwill and cooperation

of all family members.

- You're here because the higher-ups wanna see us pulling

out all the stops because that kid's mum's an ex-MP

who made her name putting a boot into my force.

I didn't request your presence or your advice.

No one did.

So all this, you,

it's just shite and shoeshine politics.

Good.

So we all just play nice, we make it look pretty.

Harper.

- I'm driving. - We'll bring you up to speed.

Chet.

Keep an eye on her.

- Of course.

[door slams]

[car alarm beeping]

Uh, Little Switzerland, they call it on account

of the hills, I suppose.

[baby crying]

Yeah, it's a-- it's a nice place,

but it's a pain in the arse in the summer

with all the tourists.

- Well, best place on Earth.

- You, uh, do this a lot, then?

Like, take over cases?

You must have a thick skin.

Uh, I mean, um, you know, police

can get arsey about people muscling in on their patch.

- Pathologist's report headlines.

- Yep.

- Rowan was struck from behind.

No defensive wounds to hands or arms,

although his watch was smashed.

Skin discoloration.

He was blue.

- Yeah, it must have been freezing in the water.

- Significant blunt force trauma,

metallic fragments and particles

of rust in the wounds.

- Uh, some kind of tool, either outdoors or old.

Uh, three blows to the back of the skull,

enough to kill him or two.

- Coroner feels it's the most plausible cause of death.

Still, not confirmed, nor the murder weapon.

No time of death established.

Nothing pointing to anyone.

Belmont brought Steven Mason in on a fishing trip.

- Uh, the boss feels like Mason is our man.

He's got a criminal record.

- He's a care leaver with four months suspended

for breaking and entering in 2011

and no history of violence.

- He still lied about where he was the night

his stepdaughter went missing.

[pensive music]

♪

[duck quacking]

- Is she there yet? - Yeah.

[radio chatter]

- The perimeter search showed us--

- No blood, no personal effects, no damage to the car

or signs of struggle.

And the divers, they have been out twice and nothing

from the water.

- Showed us the Audi's tracks.

No other vehicle coming or going.

Two partial footprints, looks like Wellies.

The mud in the footprints doesn't

match the soil around here.

- Yeah, it was on Rowan's jeans too.

I sent a sample to analysis.

- Someone pushed the car into the lake.

It tipped on the shelf and settled at a 20 degree angle.

[water gently splashing]

No prints or DNA below the waterline.

- Blood, all Rowan's, on the upholstery.

- And the towel.

- Yeah, but not much, because it was on his--

- It was over his face.

- Mm.

- Covered his face.

Only blood at the scene is Rowan's.

- Uh, but Maggie was definitely in the car, like she was sick--

where's she going now?

- Rowan and Maggie were last seen

alive at 2:30 AM, leaving the school

pool after late practice.

- As more of a late night pool party, boss.

So Rowan smashed a record that day, and one of his mates,

he got the keys off his dad, the coach.

And he invited a few kids.

- The phones haven't been recovered,

but the last pings were off the same tower just outside Hemel.

- Yeah, about, what, 30 minutes away.

And both phones, they went dead an hour later.

- While swimmer finds the car at dawn.

- 7:15.

[water gently splashing]

- The only way in or out is that track,

unless you swim the lake.

It's a 12-minute drive down.

- About 55-minute hike back up the road.

- So sometime around 4:00, Rowan was beaten

unconscious with a rusty tool.

Killer puts him in the back seat

and drives out here to get rid of the body,

say, 5:00 AM latest.

- Oh, so the car gets stuck and--

- Then he gives up, leaves on foot, and gets to the road

before the swimmer arrives.

From initial attack to the killer

fleeing the scene, less than two hours.

- Yeah.

- Not enough time.

- What? Not enough time for what?

- For Maggie.

- No, Maggie--Maggie was definitely in the car.

Like, she was sick on the towel.

- Not at the same time, she wasn't.

The towel was placed under Maggie, probably to protect

the car seat, and over Rowan.

The blood and the sick were on the same side.

- Okay, well, what if she was driving?

- 17-year-old girl--

- Yeah.

- Barefoot, legless, no license,

manages to kill her boyfriend and teach herself to drive

a car down that track in the dark without a scratch

and then push it in the lake.

Can't see it myself.

- Well, she could have been in the passenger seat,

or she could be an accomplice, or she could have been

brought here against her own will.

- In either case.

- Good luck dragging her body back up the road.

Okay, what--what if she was brought here dead?

- She'd be here, and she isn't.

- Okay.

If she was with Rowan when he was attacked,

and if she didn't do it, then she's most likely dead,

killed wherever, whenever he was.

- You don't dispose of one body and keep the other,

or bring it only to drag it back uphill on foot.

Makes no sense and no time.

Maggie's body isn't here 'cause Maggie isn't dead.

I really need a--

- Pee?

I--I could do with one myself.

- A place to work.

An office.

Since we're stuck in the field,

let's interview the victim's parents.

- Yeah, we, uh--we did that already.

Louise Edwards is going to love another intrusion from our

local incapable police force.

That was, uh, before my time,

Belmont and her used to butt heads.

- Mm.

- Civilians, eh?

They, uh, demand the case gets solved pronto, but God forbid,

you skip a bit of protocol now and then.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[gate beeping]

- God forbid.

I mean, I can be a bit of a civilian myself

when it comes to protocol and skipping.

[text notification on phone]

♪

[text whooshing]

[text notification on phone]

[knocking]

- Thought this might interest you, sir.

- [sighs]

- The office, like she requested.

- [chuckles] Get Harper back here.

[door bell ringing]

- DS Hooper. - It's Harper, Mr. Mercer.

And this is DCI Ellis.

She is now leading the investigation.

This is Rowan's uncle, Mr. Mercer.

- My deepest condolences, Mr. Mercer.

I was hoping to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Edwards

if they're home.

- Yes, of course.

- If you've pulled someone in,

we should have been first to know.

Typical of that Belmont.

Idiot.

Have you charged him yet?

- All I can tell you is a man is helping--

- Not a man.

Do you think we don't know who?

I know everything that goes on in this town.

I know all about Mason.

He's just the sort to beat a kid to death.

- I understand how incredibly hard this is for you.

- Oh, really?

You do, do you?

- DCI Ellis, perhaps you could pick this up another day.

- Maggie may not have another day, Mr. Mercer.

- Of course.

It's just that today has been particularly challenging

for my sister and her husband.

- You've taken over from Belmont?

- I have. Yes, Mrs. Edwards.

- So what do you want from us?

- I want to know about Rowan,

to hear from the people who knew him, who loved him.

- Louise, you've already gone over every single detail--

- I want to discuss my son in as much detail

and for as long as it takes.

Thank you, DCI Ellis.

What do you want to know?

- It would be helpful, Mrs. Edwards, to hear from you

how Rowan was in the days leading up to his death.

- He seemed completely fine.

- If he was preoccupied in any way.

- [scoffs]

- Teenagers can be complicated.

- Jesus Christ! [glass shattering]

Do you want to know how our son was?

Who he was?

He was a kid, a bright, beautiful kid.

Not complicated, not preoccupied,

not a care in the world until that bastard killed him!

[sobbing] God!

[somber music]

♪

- I loved to watch him swim.

I wondered how Michael and I produced something so graceful.

I apologize for my husband.

Men don't cope as well as we do, do they?

Don't have to, I suppose.

- I don't know what coping looks like

under the circumstances.

- Rowan's teammates, the A squad--

his friends, family, really.

Swimming was his life, so I suppose they were too.

Oh, that's Amy, my brother's girl, Rowan's cousin.

They grew up together, the two of them.

Inseparable.

She's--she's in pieces.

[crying]

Thank you.

My brother took care of Rowan, all of us,

really, while I was in office, none of which

seems worth a single second spent away from my boy.

- Maggie is not in this photo.

- Maggie wasn't a swimmer.

She wasn't at Meredale.

It's private in her family.

I have no idea where they met.

Teenagers.

One minute, you're sewing name labels on their clothes.

Next, they're--

Nice enough girl.

But Rowan was off to university in October.

It was never going to last, so we didn't exactly invest in--

- Durham.

To study politics?

- Yes.

[laughs] He never listened to me.

Why did Steven Mason kill my son?

- I never said he did, Mrs. Edwards.

- But you've arrested him, and he's got history.

- I didn't.

And there's no history that I'm aware of.

- I see.

Have you finished?

I need to check on Michael and let my brother get back to Amy.

[pensive music]

♪

- Peter Pan, the green man, wind farmer

and keeper of the gates when Louise Edwards was an MP.

[phone ringing]

Oh, uh, DS Harper?

Yeah? Okay.

We're on our way.

They found something on Mason.

[car rumbling]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- [clears throat] DCI Ellis, so glad you could join us.

Our resident techie, Ms. Trent, has pulled

these from Mason's phone.

Mason still look like a victim, eh?

This is DCI Ellis.

She is the officer in charge of this investigation.

- What, this is your new strategy then?

She here to make me feel all cozy?

- She's here to find Maggie, Mr. Mason.

Let's take a look at these, shall we?

- These were on your phone, 41 images in total, all Maggie.

- Seriously?

You two arrest me on suspicion of murdering two kids,

and all you've got to hold me on is--is this?

[sighs] You bunch of--

I didn't take them.

Linda did. Yeah?

Maggie and Linda saw some bloody program

about teenage models.

Wanted pics to send to an agency.

- So for the record, these pictures

were taken by your partner, Linda Bradley, on your phone,

because?

- Well, my phone's got a better camera.

- It's a bit dodgy, isn't it, Mason?

Grown man walking around with photos of some teenage girl

on his phone.

- Because Maggie isn't just some teenage girl.

Maggie's my stepdaughter.

I'd never do anything to hurt her.

- But you are hurting her, Mr. Mason.

Right now, you, me, all of us here

should be out there combing those hills in the rain,

trying to find Maggie, instead of which, because of you,

we're all in this poxy room trying to work out exactly

why you're lying about spending the night in a caravan park

while your stepdaughter went missing

and her boyfriend was brutally murdered.

So in answer to your question, Mr. Mason, no, I'm not here

to make you feel all cozy.

I'm here to find Maggie.

Rowan's killer, yeah, but most of all, Maggie,

because Maggie is the one we can save.

But I can't do that until I find out why the hell

you're lying.

- [indistinct speech]

- I was at the caravan.

[taps table]

- I don't know what more you want.

- Like I said, I want to find out why he's lying.

- Because he killed Rowan Edwards.

Maggie, too, most likely.

- "Maggie isn't some teenage girl," present tense.

"Maggie's my stepdaughter."

In Mason's head, Maggie's still alive.

So let's keep her that way.

One more thing I want.

Trent, a list of every reported crime

in and around Hemel night of--small stuff,

break-ins, car thefts.

[drilling]

[indistinct conversations]

[radio chatter]

That one.

- Uh, that's Linda Bradley there.

- No, I mean him.

- What, him?

He's, uh, not on our radar.

- Should be.

- Where's Steven? I need him here.

- Mrs. Bradley, this is DCI Ellis.

- Was it you who arrested my Steven?

- Steven's down at the station helping out.

- Yeah, I'd have thought you'd know better.

Hey, love. - The Watsons, they're--

they're not coming out tomorrow.

- You did that! You did!

Ever since Steven got arrested, half the volunteers,

they've gone home.

Who's gonna come out tomorrow, eh?

Who's gonna look for Maggie now?

- You must be freezing.

Why don't we all go in and have some tea, yeah?

[pensive music]

♪

[background chatter]

- I took them, just like he said.

You're holding Steven over that?

Thought you'd caught him messing about with Maggie.

You're sick.

- We wouldn't be doing our jobs, Mrs. Bradley,

if we didn't pursue it.

- Well, you can bloody well stop pursuing it,

because I know Steven, and he's not that man.

- I don't think any mum thinks that their man is that man.

- You got kids?

- Daughter.

- You keep her safe?

- I try to.

- Because that's what mums do.

First, foremost, always, protect our kids.

The slightest chance that I thought Steven could lay

a finger on my girls, he would be out,

and I would be the first one to call the police.

- I believe you, but I don't believe him.

- [scoffs]

- Because I know he's lying.

Mr. Mason told us that he went out after you

had a disagreement over Rowan.

- Well, it weren't about Rowan.

He's a good kid.

Was.

[sighs] And I feel sorry for the family, the Edwards.

But you know, you know the sort--

money, the big house.

They're used to getting what they want.

And they don't want their son with the likes of us.

- Now did you, uh--

did you worry that Rowan might hurt Maggie?

That he might break her heart?

- Never.

But Steven, he expects the worst because of how he

was raised in care homes and--

Life's a shit sandwich, Maggie.

Get used to it.

- Linda, Mr. Mason told you that he went to the caravan

that night, but he didn't.

We checked.

- Yeah, but how he was raised is why he would never do

anything to hurt this family.

We're all he's got.

And he wouldn't risk losing us.

Look, if you're done, um, I've got a really early start.

[cash register beeping]

If anyone shows up there.

Thanks for the tea.

Rain, home.

[pensive music]

♪

- So what can I get you, boss?

- Like I said, a list of everything

called in on the night.

- Right, yeah.

Um, Trent sent something over.

- Mm-hmm.

- Um, it was a typical Saturday night.

A farmer called about a trespass

in Cranbriar, breaking and enterings.

A taxi was broken into on Church Street.

- Send me the CCTV of that.

That's what happens when you skip protocol.

- She hurts so much.

Anything else, boss?

- The sister, Rain.

- Uh, she wasn't at the party.

She was at home with her mum.

- Okay.

- So go on.

Tell us.

- About what? - About your daughter.

Like name, age.

- Tell me about him tomorrow.

♪

[buttons tapping]

[text whooshing]

[phone ringing]

Ma'am.

- If it seems like I'm checking up on you,

that's because I am checking.

- I only got here this morning.

- On you, Ells, not the case.

- I'm good.

Wondering why I've been parachuted in.

Belmont's a dickhead.

- Oh, I don't disagree.

- I wish I could say he's one of a kind,

but he's anything but.

- Oh, he's one of a herd, is Belmont--a herd

of bullocks in a china shop.

- I'm sure you didn't just describe

a fellow officer as bollocks, Assistant Chief Commissioner.

- I most certainly did not, DCI Ellis.

Look, Ell, bullock or not, it's his china shop,

and he's going to defend it any way he can.

- I get it.

Best behavior.

- Not what I'm saying.

Look, we're grateful for your stepping in,

but coming off garden leave, you'd

be forgiven for being keen.

You think Maggie's alive.

- Yeah, I do.

She's alive.

Gardening leave, we're calling it?

- Politics aside, I felt this job would be good for you.

And there's no one better to bring her home.

- Ugh.

- Get some sleep.

Be in touch soon.

- Mm-hmm. [call ending tone]

[phone charging tone]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[notification pings on phone]

Oh.

[light music]

♪

Damn.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

- I'm still downstairs.

I'm just wondering if you'd fancy grabbing a drink,

you know?

A bit of bonding?

- I'm working.

- Right, of course.

Maybe another--

[call ending]

♪

[suspenseful music]

Rain.

- Christ.

I can't take any more of this.

First Steven, now you.

- Tell us what's going on in this video, Rain.

- You don't know what it's like, Mum.

When I go out, people staring, whispering.

I can't stay in the house all the time.

I'd go nuts.

- So you go out when the streets are quiet.

This wasn't the first time.

- Uh, what's in the shopping bags, Rain?

- Nothing.

Stuff from home.

Crisps, chocolates.

- [laughs] - What?

You're the one who's always telling me to eat more.

- And is there somewhere special that you like to go,

Rain, to--to be alone?

- Nowhere.

The park.

Sit in the swings or the benches.

- Okay.

Well, your phone can verify your exact location.

- Well, no, Mum, I need it.

- Tell me about our friendly neighborhood barkeep.

- So, name, Charles Braine.

- Known as Carlos to his friends.

- How did you know that?

Oh, forget it.

Uh, full-time at the pub.

No priors.

Working late the night of and got a cab home.

Sound squeaky?

- Man in his 30s nicknamed Carlos to his friends,

all of whom appear to be under 18.

Squeaky.

- Ah.

So you knew he's a dealer?

- Unless Carlos has a reliable supply of something

else the kids want.

What I do know is that dealers get

to know their customers a lot better

than their parents ever do.

[phone ringing]

- I'm on it, Sarge.

Yeah, I'd like to bring in a person of interest.

So what? Who's next?

[splashing]

- Yes, Rowan is a devastating loss to the team to, um--

- Coaching is a pretty intimate relationship.

Maybe you knew a side to Rowan his parents didn't.

- Mm.

I knew he had it.

Knew it as soon as I saw him swim.

Besides that, I knew he made a great team captain.

Never late for practice.

Sorry.

[blows whistle]

Aaron!

Sort out that arm recovery.

How many times do I have to tell you?

[background chatter]

Look, all I'm interested in is if a swimmer has grits or not.

I mean, obviously, the team are a little upset,

but I'm a firm believer in pushing through adversity.

Yeah?

It's like I said--

it's a question of grit.

- Uh, when did you last see Rowan?

- At the meet.

Yes, Saturday afternoon, Rowan swept the boards.

- So I hear, followed by some well-deserved celebrations.

- Aaron committed a complete breach of--

trust me, I'm dealing with that.

Mm-hmm.

Look at this. Hopeless.

Their hearts aren't in it today.

[blows whistle] Right, that's it!

Everybody, out!

Now!

Sorry.

- I've been hearing from the adults who

are close to Rowan and Maggie.

Now I wanna hear from their friends.

It was your last local derby on the school team.

All of you off to uni.

- Yeah, definitely calls for a party.

- And we all know that's on me, yeah?

So what more do you want?

- To know why one of your friends is dead

and another is missing.

- Look, to be honest, that night was a bit of a blur.

Though, I mean, I wasn't out of it like Maggie.

I mean, no one was.

I guess some people just can't hold their drink.

- That's why we took your phones.

However out of it you got, TikTok, Insta,

the cloud never forgets.

- Yeah, uh, Trent is cutting together some footage

as we speak, boss.

- So, Maggie, not in your school, not in your team,

not your friend.

- Look, we're out searching in everything,

in the cold and wet.

Obviously, we're gutted.

But at the end of the day, Rowan's the one who's dead.

Okay, Maggie was just Rowan's latest girlfriend.

- You just can't help yourself, can you?

Rowan wasn't yours. Yeah?

Wasn't any of ours.

Not even--

[tense music]

- After Rowan and Maggie left--

- Uh, Amy dropped me home.

She doesn't drink.

But she's called in sick today.

- Understandable.

Rowan's her cousin.

- I, uh, made everyone leave.

Cleared up and was out by 3:30.

Alone.

I walked.

I don't, uh, drink and drive.

And, uh, I never saw them again.

[pensive music]

♪

- I think this is probably the worst thing

that will ever happen to you.

And what's going to get you through it is each other.

- [clearing throat]

♪

[indistinct arguing]

- Like cats and dogs, those two.

Bloody hell.

Teenagers.

- That's how they get when they've got something to hide.

- So what's the best way to get inside these kids' heads?

- Their phones.

[tense music]

♪

There's Carrie Booth.

- And Amy Mercer. I took her statement.

Nice girl.

- Rowan and Maggie.

- Maggie. - Hey.

- Hey.

Do you want--do you want a drink?

- I shouldn't. - No, you should.

- I really shouldn't. - You really should.

Go. Go. - I shouldn't.

- Get her down, Carrie, before she hurts herself.

- Why would I want to do that, Aaron?

Spoil her fun? Come on. Go, Maggie!

Whoo!

Whoo!

- Oh, bloody hell. Carrie was right.

She can barely stand up.

- He's too good to her.

- It's funny.

It's funny.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Where's she off to?

- Amy was with Rowan and Maggie.

- And she's back.

- That's a 20-minute gap.

- 20 minutes when Amy was with Rowan and Maggie,

talking, probably finding out where they were going.

20 minutes that she didn't mention in her statement.

- I was helping Rowan put Maggie in the back seat.

She was sparko.

He said he needed to get her home.

- Amy, you know Rowan.

You'd know things were off between him and--

- Maggie?

They seemed good.

- Or with the rest of the swim team,

if there was any friction.

- Look, Carrie used to go out with Rowan.

- Oh, so, Carrie, she resented Maggie.

- That's not what Amy said.

- She acted like she wasn't bothered,

but everyone knew she still liked him.

- Some low-level drama, then.

Always a bit of that at parties.

- Yeah, like, Aaron and Maggie

had a little bit of a row early on.

But I don't even know what that was about.

- Kid stuff.

[chuckles] - Exactly.

So Rowan and Maggie left, and you went back into the party.

- Yeah, I promised Carrie I'd Lyft home.

- I was in bed, obviously, but, um, I did

hear Amy come in around 3:30.

- Yeah, uh, nearly done, Amy.

Um, so you were putting Maggie into the back seat

and sounds like she was too drunk to say anything?

[plastic crinkling]

What about Rowan?

- I was only with him a few minutes.

[pensive music]

♪

- So, 20 minutes to put a drunk girl into the back of a car.

No chance.

- Nicely done on the footage, Trent.

I need you to pull up a complete timeline of Rowan's

week before he was killed--

bank statements, texts, Snaps, DMs.

Amy's, Carrie's, and Aaron's too.

Let's see if there's any backstory to this row.

- Uh, cousin, ex-girlfriends, team rival.

Yeah, I'd like a hard copy of that, please, Trent.

- Fine.

I'll just go cut down a tree.

- They're all hiding something, boss.

It's, uh, like you said, at each other's throats.

And, um, I don't read well off screens.

- Right.

- Uh, so, Aaron and Maggie and Rowan.

[background chatter]

- Please. I won't say anything.

No!

- Do you hear me?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Let go of me.

- Charles Braine, step back.

Move, now!

Move.

Everything okay, Carrie?

- Yeah, I'm fine. - You sure?

- Yeah, there's nothing going on, I'm fine.

- She's is a bit young for you, isn't she, Charles?

- What's your problem, Harper? You heard her.

Just a friendly chat.

- Oh, yeah, I just want a friendly chat

down at the station.

[tense music]

[revving]

- Mr. Braine.

We know where she is.

All right, Starsky.

- Rowan and Maggie weren't in that night.

And I took a minicab home.

Easily checked.

Surprised you haven't done so already.

- So Carrie Booth and you were having

a chat at her school about?

- Nothing.

I work at the only bar in town.

Little girls like her, they drive my girlfriend nuts.

I was just telling her to back off.

- You are popular with the youth.

Can't imagine why.

- It's a bar man's job to be popular.

It pays to be nice.

- I saw you on the search party.

- Rowan and Maggie were regulars.

Good kids.

I was happy to help.

- So you'd be happy to help by allowing

us to search your home?

- Knock yourselves out.

[tense music]

[metallic clanging]

- 21:14, DCI Ellis and DS Harper pausing the interview.

[indistinct conversations]

93 hours.

- Carlos's flat is clean.

Minicab checks out.

Girlfriend greeted him at the door.

It's a solid alibi. - Oh, shit.

Sorry, boss.

- Oh, dear.

Nothing to hold him on.

Please.

[indistinct conversations]

Why did you tell the Edwards we should

release Mason from custody?

- I didn't.

[knocking]

- Come in.

- Sorry, boss--and boss.

Uh, soil analysis, as requested.

- Mm-hmm.

High peat content, grass seeds.

Lab reckons it's from someplace called Lower Moor.

What?

We need to search properties here.

Remote locations, anywhere--

- Lower Moor, that's over 100 square miles.

We don't have the bodies for that.

You need volunteers. You would need--

- Cooperation from all the families

involved, like Linda Bradley had

until you arrested Mr. Mason in front

of the entire search party.

And you have nothing to hold him on.

[phone ringing]

The farmer who called in the trespasser the night of,

get me that again.

- Yeah, thanks for getting back to me.

I need to ask you a favor.

[pensive music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[camera shutter clicking]

- If your car becomes submerged,

it's best stay calm.

Your reaction time is key to survival.

- Reaction time to deep water is essential.

You will have less than 30 seconds.

[bubbling]

- James, Rowan's watch.

- Here's--

♪

[glass shattering]

- She's full-on.

You got to give her that, brain like a Ferrari.

Look.

- Yeah, but she's all about the case.

You know, I tried to buy her a drink the other night,

break the ice, and she--

- I said look, Chet.

- Rain Bradley north of the park on Church Street,

traveling away from her home.

- You're going to tell her, or should I?

- That's all.

[line ringing]

- Brian? Yeah, sorry.

Look, I know it's late.

I need you to run your eye over a pathology report.

Something isn't right.

[knocking]

- Mm-hmm. Yeah, sending it now.

- I think we have something.

Park is here.

Rain Bradley is here.

- Heading north.

- On Church Street.

- Saint Alma's Church.

[car approaching]

[owl hooting]

[car alarm beeping]

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[creaking]

♪

- Ah!

[gasps]

[grass rustling]

Help!

[tires squealing]

[crashing]

[dramatic music]

♪

[siren wails]

- Search this space from top to bottom.

I want every item tested for DNA.

- Boss, they found her.

They found Maggie.

- O2 levels at 84.

We need to get a line in.

[distant sirens wailing]

[indistinct conversations]

[monitor beeping]

- [gasping]

[background chatter]

[pensive music]

♪

Maggie, love.

Maggie.

I'm here now.

I'm here with DCI Ellis.

- Mum.

- Hey, Maggie.

I was really hoping that we could talk,

if you could manage that.

That's great.

A lot of people have been looking for you, Maggie.

- Looking for me?

- You've been missing for five days.

The last time anyone saw you, you were with Rowan.

- Rowan?

- That's right.

The pool party. You left with Rowan.

- [groans] Where is he?

- Rowan isn't here.

But we really want to know where you've been,

what you remember.

- I was at home.

- No, pet, you didn't go home.

- Rowan took me there.

- Not home, Maggie.

Somewhere else.

- Where did he take you?

- [groans] - Maggie.

Maggie.

[background chatter]

- [sighs]

- Phone records for Harper.

I've sent yours by email.

- Thanks.

- I didn't mention Saint Alma's.

Thought I'd give them a moment.

Did you get anything from Maggie?

- She doesn't know Rowan's dead.

The head injury.

- Or all the drugs in her system.

The doctor showed me the tox report.

It was quite a cocktail.

And restraining injuries on her wrists.

- Yeah, I saw those.

Thanks for the coffee.

I'm gonna need it.

[windmills whooshing]

[indistinct conversation]

- Well, you have my number.

- Yeah, all right.

- How's Maggie?

- In surgery.

It'll be hours before we can talk to her again.

- Yeah, he's, uh-- he's pretty shaken up.

Says she just ran out in front of him.

- She was running away from the village.

Full perimeter search. - Yes, ma'am.

- Footprints, witnesses, any properties,

especially abandoned areas.

- Understood.

- Rowan and Amy texted each other more than anyone

else that week.

Check Rowan's bank statements from last Wednesday.

- Um, the 43 pounds, Claremont Service Station.

So?

- No one mentioned he was taking a road trip.

Get Trent to check out ANPR.

[phone ringing]

Belmont wanting his daily dirt.

- What's there to report?

It's not like you tell me anything.

- 'Cause there's no need to.

- Look, boss, I don't need your life story.

You know, just basics.

Where you live, family, how-- how do you like your coffee.

[phone ringing]

Yes, hello?

Kay, we're on our way.

That was Mercer. Says it's urgent.

Amy.

- Maggie was--

- Spiked.

- That's why she was so out of it.

- Um, when--when you say "spiked"--

- Somebody put something in her drink.

- Some--something? What?

- Special K, I think.

Ketamine.

- And when you say somebody--

- Carrie Booth.

- Just to clarify, Amy didn't know about any of this

until three days later when Carrie told her.

Now, obviously, if she'd been aware of it at the time,

she would have made sure that Maggie sought medical help.

- I think Carrie just wanted to show Maggie up.

She always said that Maggie wasn't good enough for him.

- But Rowan didn't know about this?

- God, no. He'd have been furious.

- That's a lie. Ridiculous. Why would I do that?

- Because Rowan dumped you for Maggie.

- Spiked her drink?

- Aaron.

- Of course not. Believe me.

Carrie would have told me that.

I'd have--look, I told you I don't do drugs.

Yeah?

So, no.

- Come and sit down.

Please, Aaron, sit down.

- [sighs]

- Sorry, this is totally Amy, right?

What, she said I was so hung up on Ryan that I

drugged his new girlfriend?

Oh, my God. It's just so Amy.

I mean, she's the one who was jealous.

Bitch.

She was terrified Maggie was gonna

bust up that creepy little cousin vibe.

- Amy mentioned that you and Maggie had a row that night.

What was it about?

- Who knows?

I said something. She said something.

One of us wound the other up.

Same as always.

- Right, so you're not friends with Carrie,

and you're not friends with Maggie.

And your phone records, they back that up.

But you and, uh, Rowan, you spoke a lot.

- Yeah.

Rowan was my best friend.

- Carrie, you spiked Maggie Bradley.

- Look, it's not like it was some big plan or anything.

I just--it was more of a spur of the moment thing.

- Oh.

You just happened to have some ket on you, so you improvised.

Come on, Carrie.

We know Carlos is your dealer.

- What? No, I never said that. I never mentioned Carlos.

- That's what you were doing yesterday by the school

and outside the pub the night before.

You were begging him not to tell anyone.

- Hey, I know this must be hard on you.

- You reckon?

Since nursery, all through school,

swim practice every bloody day, I mean, I could only stand

it 'cause we were together.

Yeah, he was my best friend.

But--

- But?

- But I wasn't his.

You know what I mean? - Not really, no.

- Well, he didn't need me.

- Probably because he would confide in Maggie,

and--and that's why you don't like her.

- Maggie?

Look, it's great you found her, obviously, but--

- Obviously. - Yeah, yeah, but no.

I don't like her.

And Rowan didn't confide much to Maggie either, to be honest.

- Rowan? - Yeah.

It--Amy.

She was the one.

They tell each other everything.

They didn't need anyone else.

Family--eh?

Can't compete with that, can you?

- Aaron.

DS Harper.

I trust my Aaron isn't giving you any trouble?

- Uh, no, we were--

we were just talking about Rowan.

- Oh, right.

Well, if you need to chat to my son again,

please feel free to make a formal approach

through our solicitor.

Okay? - Okay.

Yeah, thanks, Aaron.

- There is one thing you could do to help us, Carrie.

It might help you too.

- He keeps his drugs down in the cellar.

In the Stonedale Inn.

- Georgia, find Carlos and raid the Stonedale.

[phone buzzing]

Andy.

Yeah, thanks for coming back to me.

What have you got?

Who is she?

[phone ringing]

That Carrie Booth's a blooming angel.

- Who maliciously administered poison with intent

to inflict grievous bodily harm.

She's not our killer. She can't drive.

- Carlos's stash is the biggest haul we've

had around here for 15 years.

- But no Carlos.

- Carlos's girlfriend called, said he went out last night

and he didn't come home.

We've got an alert out on his car.

Um, that Aaron is a strange kid, boss.

And his dad, you know what he's like.

He turned up before I could get anything out of him.

We corroborate the phone records,

and the person that Rowan was closest to was--

- Amy Mercer.

- Oh, enough of this shit.

Is this a murder investigation or a fucking teen movie?

The only one we should be interested in is Rain.

So go and pick her up, and find out

what they them were doing to they their sister

in that there church.

- Forensics haven't given us a link between Maggie

and St. Alma's Church.

So unless you want to accuse another member of that family

without any physical evidence--

- Forensics, an inventory of everything

found in the vestry, pictures and initial DNA.

Sending it over, boss.

- Thank you, Trent.

- Yeah.

Thank you, Trent.

And why don't you scoot off home and get some beauty sleep?

You look like you need it.

- [scoffs]

[pensive music]

[phone ringing]

[notification pinging]

♪

- Is it Rowan's?

- It was found wrapped in a shopping bag

and stuffed behind a radiator.

DNA all over it, his and Maggie's.

Look at this.

We found this at St. Alma's.

We know Rowan wrapped his hoodie around Maggie

the night she went missing.

- Okay, but that's not Rowan's.

- Forensics says it is.

- Well, it can't be that.

- I think you go to the church to be with someone.

- Rain, why were you there?

Who do you meet there?

Rain.

- God.

Must have been him.

It must have been Aaron.

[metallic clanging]

[faint sirens blaring]

[radio chatter]

♪

- I know what my dad said.

I'm 18, and I can decide.

I don't want a solicitor.

- Last time we spoke, Aaron, you told me you went home

after the pool party, but Rain Bradley

says you met her at St. Alma's Church

that night, that you two have been

meeting there for months now and that you're

more than friends.

That's a hard secret to keep.

- A lot harder now it's out there, right?

Have you met my dad?

Yeah?

Mr. Grit.

All he cares about is swimming and competing.

I mean, I wasn't even his favorite on the squad.

That'd be Rowan.

Always the best, Rowan.

My dad knew I was--

well, you know, about this.

[scoffs]

- No need to explain that to me, Aaron.

I only need you to explain this.

Rain swears she didn't bring it to the church.

Says it could only have been you.

We know Maggie was wearing this when she disappeared.

So until we can speak to her, we

have to assume that whoever had this

was in contact with Maggie.

- Well, you'd be assuming wrong then.

It wasn't on Maggie, not when I found it.

Look, a bunch of us met at school before the search, yeah.

And it was just lying there.

So I picked it up.

- But you knew Maggie was wearing it, Aaron.

- Yeah, it's Rowan's.

The hoodie is Rowan's.

The string's missing from the collar.

That's how I knew it was his.

But yes.

Yes, I took her to the church.

I keep stuff there, private stuff.

- And why would you keep that from us?

- Because I wanted to have something of Rowan's,

something just for me.

To remember him.

He was my friend.

- [groans]

- The night that you and Maggie had the row,

it was about you and Rain.

- Yeah.

She told me to leave her alone,

but she didn't understand.

Rain's the one person who gets me.

Me and her.

I can tell her anything.

- Bingo.

Soil analysis turned up trumps.

Links the mud on Rowan to Mason's trainers.

We got him bang to rights in my book.

- Hmm.

The incident list from that Saturday night,

get me that again. - Yep.

Here we go.

Are you still on that?

- Still doing my job, yeah.

- Mm.

It's just, you know, we want the physical evidence

against Mason.

We've got it.

He wasn't at the caravan.

He was at the same place as Rowan before he died.

- That soil could have come from anywhere

in 100 square miles.

Belmont said so himself.

- This is a lab soil analysis linking the mud on your shoes

to the mud on Rowan Edward's clothing.

- What do you know about funk music?

- That I'm more of a yacht rock guy myself.

- Seriously?

James Brown, might've been Prince, whatever, used to say,

the funk isn't in the notes.

It's in the space between the notes.

- Right, yeah.

Sorry, um, I don't follow.

- It's the same with the case.

It's not the physical evidence that makes the story.

It's the people in between and the things that

join those people together--

hate, love, fear.

- Look, all I know is, you can place Mason with Rowan,

and Rowan is dead. - Mm-hmm.

- And his stepdaughter, she was held and drugged

for nearly a week, boss.

- Mm-hmm.

- So what if--

what if he knew about Rain's hiding place?

And if forensics, they can connect him to--

- If.

- Well, if he was somewhere else,

then why wouldn't he tell us?

- [sighs] Love and fear.

That's all he's got.

If you really loved her, you'd have told us the truth.

Cranbriar.

- What the bloody hell are you talking about?

- Mr. Mason had soil traces on his trainers

that matched those on Rowan's jeans.

- Exactly. So?

- Soil from Lower Moor.

100 square mile radius.

You said so.

But forensics also points to substantial quantities

of agricultural diesel and nitrate fertilizer

on Mr. Mason's shoes.

- So what?

- Mr. Mason doesn't live anywhere near a farm.

Lower Moor.

A farmer called in about a trespasser,

someone trying to steal machinery.

Cranbriar.

You were committing a crime that night, Mr. Mason.

But it wasn't murder.

Love, fear.

You stupid--the time we've wasted on this, on you!

All you had to do was tell us.

- How could I?

If--if Linda knew I was back lifting again,

she'd throw me out.

And I love her.

I can't lose them.

- Talk to me about Carlos. Anything.

- He's done a bunk.

Must have caught wind somehow.

We'll find him.

- Put more uniforms on it.

- But we got a hit on the ANPR.

Rowan's car was clocked in the northwest

on the 14th of February.

- Somebody with him.

Looks female. - Who, Maggie?

[notifications pinging]

- Can't tell.

- Good news.

Maggie is out of surgery.

Just finding her a bed on the ward.

- We need to be there the minute she's ready to talk.

- Boss wants a word.

- [exhales]

Something up, sir?

- What's your rush?

Oh.

She's really got the whip hand on you, hasn't she?

- No, we're just fresh out of suspects.

And--and I've still got some digging to do.

- Well, I did a bit of digging myself on our DCI Ellis.

Careful where you pin your colors, Chet.

Word is, last case she led, our Ellis went AWOL.

Left the team in a right shite show.

What you reckon, some kind of breakdown?

- I reckon, um,

fuck off, Jim.

[door beeping]

[door swinging open]

[monitor beeping]

- It's good to see you again, Maggie.

We were hoping you could help us work out where

you've been all this time.

Now, we were thinking St. Alma's, but--

- Ah, no.

No, I've never been.

Though I don't know why I'd be there.

I can't remember.

- Anything.

A face, a voice, a sound.

Sometimes it's the small things.

- Yeah, there was something.

It was like this-- up above was this droning.

And it just went on and on and on and on.

Just, it never stopped.

- Tell me about your trip to the coast with Rowan.

- Oh, I never went.

- You stopped at the services, three days

before the pool party.

- There was one day.

Um, Rowan, he wasn't replying to any of his texts.

And then when he came back, he said he

didn't want to talk about it.

He just said he had something to take care of.

Where is Rowan?

Why hasn't he come to visit me yet?

[somber music]

♪

- I'm so sorry.

- I need the details on those card payments in the morning.

- Okay, but listen.

Belmont has been doing some digging on--

[line disconnecting tone]

♪

[phone charging tone]

- You must remember to stay calm

and that reaction time is key to survival.

You must respond as quickly as possible.

Do not attempt to--

[water lapping]

[phone charging tone]

♪

- Yeah.

Anything you've got would help, Brian.

Yeah, the watch stopped at 6:32 AM.

That's right.

And you're saying that's consistent with?

There's no water in his lungs?

Three hours, Brian.

You better be sure.

- Morning, boss.

I checked out Rowan's bank statements, like you said.

There's the petrol station, a café, Clifftop,

which is a gift shop or the like.

The next one is a payment on a parking app.

- Where?

- Location says Park Street. - Park Street.

Maggie, that day that Rowan said

he had something to take care of,

there was a girl in the car.

We can talk about this with Mum and Dad outside.

- You might as well sit down.

I'm not gonna to say anything different

with you out of the room.

- Maggie, we are so glad you're alive.

But do you think we'd care if--

even if you had had an abortion?

- But I didn't.

Okay?

Me and Rowan, we--

we didn't even--

[sighs]

No, he wasn't about all of that.

No, he cared about me.

He was different.

We never thought.

So you just thought he was a posh boy.

"When we're ready, Maggie, we'll both know."

That's what he said.

- Maggie, if it wasn't you--

- Is that what she's saying?

It's a lie.

[windmills whooshing]

[pensive music]

♪

- My dad's not here.

- It's all right.

It's you I wanted to talk to, find out how you're feeling,

if you're doing okay, Amy.

- I'm fine.

How are you?

- [sighs] Yeah.

I'm still trying to find out what happened

to Maggie and Rowan

after he took you to the coast.

I know you and Rowan went there.

And I think I know why you went.

It's not easy,

choosing not to have a baby.

Difficult for you and Rowan.

♪

How long?

Amy.

I'm so sorry.

How long?

Oh, baby girl.

- [crying]

Since just before my mum died.

- I'm so sorry.

[windmill spinning]

Okay.

♪

[door slams]

[windmill whooshing]

- No!

No, don't go in there!

[door clanging open]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Jesus.

Amy, no!

[door clanging shut]

- Harper, Chet, wait up.

Possible sighting of Carlos's car

heading to Olds Winnats Pass.

- Right, you called it.

- Joe Public?

- Yeah I'm going to bed.

[knocking]

Seriously, Trent, I need to sleep.

[car engine starting, honking]

Move.

[dialing]

- 2%, shit.

[line ringing]

Come on.

[buttons tapping]

[powering down tone]

Fuck.

[rock music]

♪

- Daddy!

No!

Please, Daddy.

No, not again!

[door clanging open]

- There you are.

- Where's Amy?

- You think I'd hurt Amy?

Everything I've ever done is to protect her.

- I know about Amy's trip to the coast with Rowan.

I know how close they were, inseparable.

- It troubled me.

I don't deny that.

And I was right.

She's pregnant.

- A shock for any father.

- I told Amy she wasn't to see Rowan again,

but that made him angry.

He drove up here to attack me.

- A much younger man, fitter?

- No.

All I ever wanted was to protect Amy.

But when it came to it...

She protected me.

Amy, she--

She saved my life.

She, uh--she picked up a spade and hit him three times.

Afterwards, she was hysterical.

She wanted to go to the police.

But I promised my wife I'd always

look after our little girl.

And so I told Amy I'd deal with him.

- When you got to the car,

there she was on the back seat--

- Maggie.

She slept through it all.

- So you put Maggie in here and drove Rowan

to the lake to protect Amy?

- Exactly.

But of course, I couldn't be sure what she'd seen, so, well,

we had to keep her quiet.

- And Amy knew Carlos had ketamine.

- Well, that was your fault.

You made him nervous with your questioning.

He came up here, threatening us, so I did what I had to do.

I protected my daughter.

Got him high on his own supply, you might say.

Oh, come on.

It's not as if he's an innocent.

- Maggie is innocent.

Maggie is a child.

- Maggie had no idea what was going on.

I made certain of that.

- Until you released her onto a main road.

You could have killed her, just like you did Rowan.

- You're not--[clears throat] You're not listening.

I told you I didn't kill Rowan.

Amy did.

- Of course.

And if that had been the case,

Amy could have pled self-defense,

protecting her loved one.

Except that's not what happened.

Amy didn't kill Rowan.

You did.

- [grunting]

- You hit him.

You put him in the car and covered his face

because you couldn't bear to see the face of your sister's

child, the child who knew what you'd

done, been doing to Amy for years

until you made her pregnant.

Tough kid.

He was still alive.

He held on for three more hours until you

pushed his car into the lake.

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He suffocated.

The plastic bag you put Maggie's shoes in

sealed around his face by the weight

of the water you put him in.

You killed him, Mr. Mercer.

- [crying]

- I see.

Well, that does rather change things.

But not in your favor.

- You'll be inside for a long, long time.

And you can't protect Amy from a prison cell.

- [singing along] ♪ On the color of your magazine ♪

♪ I'm a bad, bad man

[notification dings]

[tense music]

♪

[grunting]

[honking]

- Oh, jeez.

[soft music]

♪

[birds calling]

[camera shutters clicking]

- Good work, Ellis.

DCI Belmont's loving the limelight.

He's all over the press briefings,

but the top brass know who to thank.

We thought we might call on you again.

Not a regular position as such, more like emergency,

emergency services.

- [scoffs]

- Admit it, Ells.

Good to be back.

- No.

Parachuted in like the Wicked Witch of the West.

Started from scratch, no team, no support.

- No support?

Really?

- Hey.

- I think he burned his bridges

when he told Belmont to fuck off.

- Yeah, fuck off usually does that.

So I find myself in the market for a new job.

Heard there's a position here as a new barman.

So, yeah, um, what can I get you to drink?

Another coffee, boss?

- Black, one sugar.

[chuckling]

[uplifting music]

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