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Thank you. So what are we thinking?

The car swerved down here?

Yeah, OK. Thank you.

Crash investigators reckon the driver swerved across the road

and hit Lee Bateman straight on.

Could have been deliberate, could have been drunk.

- Any witnesses? - None.

We're gonna have to wait for the reports

and the tests to come back.

When I told Dominic yesterday Lee was being released on bail,

he was absolutely furious,

saying we weren't doing our job properly.

Who can blame him? Any parent would be.

The question is, would he take matters into his own hands?

Hey, Gemma. Can we come in, love?

What's happened? Why are you being nice?

Let's just go in and sit down first.

Ah, no. Hang on. You're not coming in here again.

Just... Just tell me.

Right. Um...

I'm afraid Lee has been in an accident and he has been killed.

I'm sorry.

- Dominic's car's not here. - We need to find him.

Yes, Tracy?

Yeah, uh, forensics have found

secret tracking software embedded on Laura's phone,

connected to Dominic's.

So he was tracking her all the time.

- Cheers, Trace. - What?

Turns out the phone Dominic got Laura

had tracking software on it.

It's normal for parents to want to know where their kids are.

No, not like an app you download.

This is secret software embedded into the phone.

She didn't know about it.

Maybe Lee were right about Laura having a dark side,

and, well, Dominic knew that too.

Laura left her phone behind Sunday afternoon, yeah?

Which was strange.

What if she knew Dominic were tracking her movements,

and that's why she left it in her room?

She could have been anywhere.

Yeah. Doing what?

Lee Bateman was killed in a hit-and-run incident

yesterday afternoon.

Do you know when Dominic's coming back?

You think Dominic was involved?

We just need to track his movements at this point.

Christ.

Uh, he left soon after you called yesterday.

We also need to talk to you about Laura's phone.

Apparently there's a secret tracking software

that's been installed on it,

directly linked to Dominic's phone.

Why would he need to track Laura?

To make sure that she was at home, studying.

Did he have reason to believe that she wouldn't be?

Charlotte, we're starting to think

that there might have been a different side to Laura,

a side that you and Dominic are keen to hide from us.

Who was she? Really.

I loved her with all my heart.

But, God, she didn't make it easy.

There was a wild streak running through her.

Dominic convinced me

Laura would be best suited to a private school.

Somewhere with strong discipline, strict rules.

So I agreed to send her off.

She seemed to be settling in quickly.

We thought, finally, we found a solution.

But then two months ago we got a call from the school

telling us to pick her up immediately.

What happened?

Laura broke curfew.

Turns out she'd been climbing over the wall

in the middle of the night to meet a boy in town.

Dominic was mortified. He sent her to a local school.

Made sure she was picked up as soon as it was finished

and put straight back here.

So that's why she had no social life, no friends.

Dominic wouldn't allow it.

Look, this tracking app.

Isolating her from other teenagers.

It was...

It was his way of saving Laura from herself.

Do you really believe that?

He's back.

Mr. Kirkham.

What now?

Mr. Kirkham, you're under arrest for the murder of Lee Bateman.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence--

- Are you serious? - Afraid so.

We can talk about it down at the station.

All right.

It may harm your defence if you do not mention,

when questioned, something you may later rely on in court.

You drove to Birmingham

yesterday evening, Mr. Kirkham, correct?

- Yeah. - What route did you take?

What my satnav suggested.

Didn't travel along the Bulmer Road?

Do you know a quicker way?

Lee Bateman was hit by a car along that road last night.

He died of his injuries.

That's unfortunate.

It's coincidental.

Cos when I called you yesterday to tell you

Lee was being released without charge, you were furious.

You said we were putting a child killer back on the streets.

I'm guessing now he's dead,

Edendale can breathe a sigh of relief.

Did you go looking for Lee after that call?

Of course not.

I can't stand being anywhere near that man.

Perhaps there was another reason you hated Lee Bateman.

What are you getting at?

Well, we know that you were secretly tracking

Laura's movements on her phone.

Were you spying on Charlotte too?

Cos if you were,

you would have noticed that she went to the church ruins

whenever you left the house.

Look, I'm not stupid, detectives.

I knew Charlotte was having an affair with Lee Bateman.

Well, why didn't you confront her about it then?

The scandal coming out is worse than the crime itself.

I thought if Charlotte was being discreet,

then I could turn a blind eye.

Appearances do mean everything to you, don't they?

We believe what we see, eh?

And what about that fresh-looking dent

in your bumper?

We noticed it when you arrived back.

Yeah, that. I, uh...

I swerved to miss a deer when I was driving out of the house

yesterday evening.

Are you sure you didn't swerve to hit something else?

Or someone else?

No comment.

Dominic didn't flinch when we told him Lee Bateman was dead.

He also said he knew about Charlotte's affair

taking place right under his nose,

but claimed he was happy to turn a blind eye.

And the dent in his car?

Said he swerved to miss a deer.

Harry Dickinson said there's loads of them on the estate.

When can we expect results from SOCO?

They're doing the test now.

We should have something tomorrow.

Great. Stay on it.

Mum, I'm at work. You all right?

All right, wait there. Wait there.

Can you hold the fort?

Yeah. You okay?

Yeah, good. Won't be long.

Mum?

You told me it was an emergency.

I thought you'd fallen down the stairs again.

I'm not that doddery.

The cards have spoken.

Jesus.

See?

No, Mum, I don't see.

Money and treason.

Your father was murdered over bad money. Gambling.

Mum, Dad never gambled.

I'm not saying that he did,

but what I am saying is that's the reason

he were out there on Boggart's Bridge that night.

I can't use tarot cards to steer an investigation.

But this is the clearest message we've ever had.

It's been five years, almost to the day,

and nothing has happened.

You need all the help you can get.

You think I don't know that?

Look, I'm sorry, love.

I'm sure you're trying as hard as you can.

I've got to go back to work.

Did you ask Diane about coming on Saturday?

I did. She is. Why?

Tell her I have an urgent message for her and all.

Can I get a large house white, please?

- I'm sat there. - Sure thing.

- All right? - Hiya.

How was your mum?

This anniversary's got her all stirred up.

She'll be all right after Saturday.

- That's good to hear. - She's pleased you're coming.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

She's got a special message for you.

I've had enough of her special messages, thank you.

Oh, hey.

Tracy. Do you want to join us?

But it is a work-free zone.

Oh, no. I've had my glass already.

Erm, there was a fella in here earlier looking for you.

When?

About an hour ago. Very handsome.

40s. Tailored suit.

Uh, what did you tell him?

I just said that you'd be in later, and he went.

You gonna tell us who this fella is?

- No. - Oh, all right.

See you both tomorrow, yeah?

- Bye. - Yeah.

I take it this is the gentleman you left behind in Leeds?

Yeah.

And he's the reason you came to Edendale?

- It's nothing I can't handle. - All right.

Well, if you want to feel a bit safer,

I've got a spare room at my house.

You're welcome to kip there for a few nights.

Thank you, but, um... I'll be OK.

Suit yourself.

So we just had an interesting call come in

from an Edendale council worker.

He's a genie who scoops up roadkill animals

and makes them disappear.

Turns out he was driving near Ravenside on Sunday night

and he thought he caught a glimpse of a dog running loose

through the woods.

The Black Dog.

He went to investigate,

and to see if the owner turned up,

which they never did.

He then moved on to his last job

because it was getting dark.

This was around 6:30pm,

close to the time that Laura was murdered.

Is there a chance it could have been Harry Dickinson's dog?

Come on. Half of Edendale have got a dog.

Could be any one of them.

Yeah, but you wouldn't want your dog on the estate.

There's signs everywhere-- Dogs off the lead will be shot.

I'm thinking there's a good chance

that Harry could have lied to me

and it was his dog that the worker saw.

Well, go with Diane and speak to Dickinson.

Yes, sir.

You all right? Look knackered.

No, I'm fine. Once this coffee kicks in, I'll be all right.

Come on.

You left the pub early last night.

Looks like you're still in the same clothes.

Have you even been home?

It's nothing I can't handle, remember?

You brought it, then?

I was thinking, on the way here...

...we could set the sheep free in the woods,

let them fend for themselves.

You can't live on pine cones and leaves, Harry.

This is the kindest way.

You don't have to do it with me.

Hello again, Mr. Beeley.

What do these two want?

Hello, Mr. Dickinson.

Helen said you were here again.

Aye. Still helping Sam sort things out.

Dare I ask what you're up to today?

We're slaughtering the sheep.

Don't worry. We're not gonna strangle them.

You're not joking?

Can't look after them anymore.

You're shutting down the smallholding?

No choice. I can barely tip a bag of feed these days.

I see. I mean, I noticed the walking stick.

I have the Galston Company to thank for that.

That's the mining company, innit?

We were the only survivors

when the whole thing collapsed in June of '92.

Five days we were trapped down there in the dark.

I remember. A dozen men died.

This fellow here saved my life.

Feeding me water from his hands.

Right, well, erm...

We've got some more questions to ask you about Sunday evening.

Obviously when Laura was murdered.

Got a witness who said they saw

a dog running loose through the woods.

Can't have been Jess. She never leaves my side.

Oh, er... Where is she, then?

Home. In a basket.

Turned herself inside out last night.

You were right about not eating those chickens.

So you weren't at Ravenside on Sunday evening?

You're beginning to annoy me more than a bloody horsefly.

I'm just asking for your help with a murder investigation.

That's all, Harry. It's not too much to ask.

While I feel bad about what happened to that girl,

I'm quite happy that Dominic Kirkham goes through

as much hell as possible.

Now get, the pair of ya, and leave me be.

Come on.

When we've killed the sheep, we're gonna burn them.

Wanna stay around for a bit of lamb shank?

I wonder what Harry's got against Dominic Kirkham?

Well, I doubt he'll ever tell us.

You could always go and ask Helen.

Not quite the first date I had in mind.

So you reschedule our drink

and then turn up again out of the blue?

I know, I know.

I'm sorry for messing you about, Helen.

I just, um...

If it's okay, I just had a question

to ask you about your Uncle Harry.

Is it to do with the investigation?

I'm not sure yet. Maybe.

All right.

So it's safe to say that your Uncle Harry

is definitely not a fan of Dominic Kirkham.

Is there a reason for that?

Did something happen between the two of them?

Doubt you'll find anyone around here

with a good word to say about him.

That's not what I asked, Helen.

Listen, I just need to find a background on this guy.

Anything that's gonna help us solve Laura's murder.

Well, it...

It happened months ago.

Dominic called me up one afternoon

asking if I'd come over to the estate

and give Laura some private riding lessons.

She were a lovely girl, Laura.

Real funny. Smart. Tearaway look in her eye.

Yeah, that's what people have said.

I was only teaching her for a few weeks

when Dominic organised this big garden party

for all his clients.

He said he wanted Laura to ride in on the horse,

just so he could show her off to all his guests.

- And you told him no? - Absolutely.

If that horse wasn't used to big crowds of people,

it would have gotten spooked and thrown Laura off.

Of course Dominic didn't like me saying no,

but I stood my ground, told Laura to dismount.

Then he just slapped me, right in front of her.

Jesus Christ.

Uncle Harry came home, saw the welt coming up across my cheek,

and he grabbed his gun

and said he was gonna shoot off his kneecaps.

I talked him out of it, obviously.

But I don't understand.

Why would Harry keep on working for Dominic

if he's done this to you?

Dominic owns all the cottages on the estate.

If I made a formal complaint against him,

he'd fire my uncle and make him homeless the same day.

In the end, I convinced Harry that he serves the land,

not the owner, and we just put it to bed.

Well, I appreciate you telling me all this.

I know it can't have been easy.

Do you know what?

It actually feels good to have finally told someone.

Listen, do you want me to take this any further?

- I can call him in. - No. No, I don't.

What's done is done.

One thing I do regret, though,

about not coming forward, is that

I let Dominic get away with it.

I'm sure I'm not the first person

to be on the receiving end of his anger.

You didn't ever see him hit Laura, did you?

She kept away from him as much as possible.

So, make of that what you will.

When we spoke yesterday, Mr. Kirkham,

you agreed with me

when I said appearances mean everything.

Like the portraits in your hallway.

Everyone's smiling. Laura looks happy.

But I suppose it's all just part of the illusion, isn't it?

I've no idea what you're talking about.

We know Laura was rebelling against you.

Expelled from an expensive private school.

Smoking with the gardener.

Which is why she needed firm parenting and strong boundaries.

On that Sunday, you found Laura's phone in her bedroom.

Correct.

And that's when you realised she'd tricked you,

making you think she was at home studying,

when in actual fact she'd left the house,

so she wasn't doing what she was told.

Now, I think, before you phoned the police to say

that Laura was missing, you did find her.

And because all your previous attempts to try

and control her behaviour had failed,

you lost your temper and you swung at her,

hitting her in the back of the head.

This is bullshit. I never laid a finger on her.

You've no idea the sacrifices

I made for that girl and her mother.

What sacrifices, Dominic?

Well, where do you want me to start?

When I first met Charlotte...

...she was stuck in a toxic relationship.

Pretty awful man.

So I took her and Laura in. I-I raised her as my own.

I gave them everything that they could want in this world.

And what did I get in return?

Infidelity and downright disobedience.

You're not Laura's real father?

No.

No, I'm not.

I tried to love Laura as if she was my own.

And she resisted and rejected that love

with every fibre of her being.

Dominic always referred to Laura as "my daughter."

I think being a stepdad doesn't fit in

with Dominic's vision of the perfect family.

He kept it quiet.

And unfortunately, as we all know,

stepfathers are more likely to kill children

than actual fathers.

Yeah, we had the same alarm bells ringing.

Boss, we've just had, erm,

more forensics in from the crash investigators.

I'm calling it. Final nail for Dominic Kirkham.

It's the opposite, I'm afraid.

They found red metallic car paint on Lee's clothing.

Dominic's car is black.

Yeah, which means he can't be our hit-and-run driver.

No, but... but Gemma Ward might be.

Gemma! Police!

Come on, Gemma, open up!

Lee called me, saying he was out on bail

and wanted picking up on Bulmer Road.

I grabbed my keys, went off to get him.

I was speeding all the way there

because I didn't want him waiting.

Then I see him up ahead.

And I knew if I let him get in the car,

he'd lay it on thick with the excuses and promises,

trying to win me over.

I couldn't give him that chance.

He didn't deserve another one.

So...

...instead of slowing down...

I sped up.

Aimed right for him.

My mum didn't want me to marry Lee.

Said he brought out the worst in everyone.

She was right.

So what happens with Dominic now?

We have to let him go, pending further enquiries.

Unless anything came up when you spoke to Helen Miller.

There was something, sir.

Dominic assaulted Helen at his stables a few months ago.

Struck her across the face.

Harry Dickinson found out, and Helen managed

to convince him to keep quiet.

As you can imagine, he wasn't a happy man.

Um... were you gonna tell us?

Right, this proves Dominic has a violent disposition, yeah?

Well, this is new information we can't use.

- Why not? - Because Helen wants to keep it in the past.

Can't you just convince her to make a statement, then?

I'm not sure I can do that.

- You can't or you won't? - I won't.

It's a joke.

Look, even if Helen did give a statement,

it don't prove that Dominic laid a hand on Laura.

Thank you.

I just think Harry Dickinson was lying

about not being in the woods when Laura was murdered.

And I don't think he'd let Dominic get away

with hitting Helen.

It's his niece.

So you think he attacked Laura out of revenge?

Well, he knows more than he's letting on, put it that way.

Why don't I speak to the roadkill cleaner?

I mean, he was vague about the dog he saw in the woods.

If he can prove that it was black,

then we could put pressure on Harry to tell the truth.

Yeah, and with your permission, sir,

I'd like to dig a little bit deeper into it.

All right.

Thank you.

Did Lee ever mention anything about a Harry Dickinson?

He was a groundskeeper on the estate.

Harry went mad at Lee for moving some odd stone

inside the church ruins.

Harry started to shove Lee about,

so Lee threatened him with the sharp end of the spade.

It was weird.

This old man getting so upset about a stone.

No, that's helpful. Thank you.

So, what did the roadside genie say?

The dog he saw in the woods was black and white.

So not Harry Dickinson's then?

Hold on.

Whose dog is that?

- Mr. Kirkham, I need you to look at this photo. - No, I'm done with all this.

It might help find Laura's killer.

Who does that dog belong to?

The old gardener.

He quit shortly after that photo was taken.

He kept on banging on about this sacred stone.

Who is he?

A man named Sam Beeley.

Sir, the dog in this photo belongs to Sam Beeley,

ex-gardener of Dominic Kirkham.

I think it was this dog

that the council worker saw running wild on Ravenside

the night that Laura was murdered.

And I think it was this dog that bit Laura.

Not a fox or a badger.

And does this mean that Harry Dickinson's not involved?

No, I think Harry knew that it was Sam's dog who bit Laura.

Apparently, them two are closer than family

since the mining accident.

Let's arrest Harry Dickinson and Sam Beeley.

Sir.

DC Ben Cooper.

Ben! Ben!

I know.

I know.

It's your home.

I'm leaving.

Cooper?

Diane...

Diane...

Diane.

Dave?

- Aah! - It's me!

- It's me! It's me! - What are you doing?

I have been looking for you.

Well, I was following Sam, but then I heard you shouting.

- I've lost him. - I know where he is.

Where?

He's gone to be with his wife.

Read this.

Sam?

We've read your letter, mate. We know everything.

You're gonna have to come to the station with us.

I'm afraid this is how it has to end.

Go back. You don't have to see this.

Oh, Sam, Sam. You don't want to do that.

Listen to me.

Do you not think Laura's parents

deserve to know what happened to her?

Explain it to us, Sam.

So a couple of weeks back,

Harry told me that young Lee had been down here

and decided to move the stone back towards the house.

I couldn't let that happen.

So I come down Sunday afternoon to put it back in its place.

This was... where I sat with my wife, Ruth.

Every day for nearly 20 years.

This was like our special spot.

We'd come here for our lunch.

She cooked up in the kitchens in the house,

and I tended the gardens.

And we had like this little arrangement.

She'd bring the sandwiches and I'd bring a joke

I'd made up that morning.

On a good day, her laugh would scare the birds

out of the trees.

She's been gone two years.

It just feels like yesterday.

I-I spread her ashes around the stone

so I could still come here and be with her,

you know, and share a joke.

When I came down on Sunday,

Laura was sat here smoking a cigarette.

I told her to swing her up,

let me move the stone back into place.

She just laughed like...

like I couldn't do it.

She didn't realise what the stone meant.

This is Ruth's last resting place.

I shouted at Laura.

I said some things I'm not proud of.

She just flicked her cigarette into the weeds

and walked away like this place was nothing.

Connie went after her. It's what she's trained to do.

Laura pushed her away. Connie didn't like that.

Jumped up and bit her on the arm.

Laura started screaming, going on about

how she's gonna get Connie put down.

And you lost your temper.

Hit her on the back of the head with my stick.

That's when she went running.

Connie went after her. I tried to make things right.

I went looking for her, but...

Couldn't find her.

Sam, we hear you.

We know you've lost everything.

But you need to put that gun down.

I just want to be with my wife.

It's OK, Sam. It's OK.

I just want to be with my wife.

I've just come in.

You warmed up yet, Harry?

It'll take a bit, lad.

The cold from them woods goes in deep.

When Sam came to see you late Sunday evening,

after he'd killed Laura,

why not get him to turn himself in?

There were no way Sam could deal with

being locked in a tiny prison cell.

See, he became claustrophobic after the mining accident.

Even sitting in here,

he'd have to have the front door open

in case he needed to escape.

When he asked for my help to end things his way, I agreed.

He saved my life.

How could I say no?

Fed you water from his hands.

And how many friends would do that, hm?

You know you're gonna have to answer

for your part in all of this.

I know, lad.

One thing before we take you away.

Why did you take me to see Laura's body?

Because you lot were searching in the wrong bloody direction.

I didn't want that young girl lying out

in the woods any longer.

I've seen what happens to a deer when it dies out there,

when the animals and the insects take over.

No one deserves that.

Yeah.

Right.

Do with me what you will.

What's going on?

Nothing that can't be sorted, love.

Harry Dickinson, I'm arresting you

for attempting to pervert the course of justice.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Listen, take Connie back to my cottage, will you?

She'll be good company for Jess while I'm away.

- All right? - Yeah.

Did you notice that they've taken the wreaths down?

All right. No more talk of the Black Dog, okay?

Welcome back to 21st century.

Hang on. Hang on.

I could have sworn you shouted out someone's name in the woods.

Hm? Was Helen right?

Were the trees whispering to you?

- No. - No?

But I actually have to admit, it was creepy as hell.

Look, I love a good horror,

but I don't want to be a main character in one.

What about me? I'm stuck in a rom-com nightmare.

Boy meets girl, girl takes boy for walk,

boy arrests girl's uncle, boy texts girl,

girl ignores boy's text.

Well, you don't have to be alone forever.

Well, I'm not going on a dating app, that's for sure.

No, I was thinking of taking you up on the offer

to kip over for a few nights.

- I just need a sofa. - Ah, that's right.

I made that offer, didn't I? Ah.

You were just being polite. I can see it.

No, no, it's fine. It's fine. You can stay.

No, it's all right.

No, you can stay. It'd be good to have company.

No, I'd actually really appreciate it.

Ah, that's fine. Cheers to Black Dogs, yeah?

- No. - OK.

Right.

Joe was one of the finest.

He was a great officer.

A great colleague.

More importantly, he was a friend...

...a great husband, and a great father.

And nothing was too much trouble for him.

And no one-- no one-- could make you laugh as hard.

You remember the sheep in my office?

In my damn jacket?

Yeah.

Here's to you, Barrel.

To Joe. God bless.

To Joe.

We miss you, Dad. Every day.

I'm really glad you came.

I've got a message for you, in fact.

Oh, you don't have to do that right now.

It's more of a warning, really.

You're going to destroy someone you really love.

Ruin their life forever.

But it's not too late to change your path.

I don't care what the cards say, Isobel.

Cards can't lie, Diane.

I mean, we can. To ourselves.

But they can't.

Shall we make a move, Mum?

Yes. Yes, of course.

- I'll catch up with you. - All right.

All right?

Yeah, fine.

- You? - Yeah.

There were more flowers last year.

I suppose that's life, innit?

People move on. People forget.

Not the people that know and love Joe.

They'd never forget.

Homegrown, they're nice.

Yeah, someone leaves them every year.

Same flowers, the same message.

"Always and forever."

Look, thank you for inviting me, Ben.

I just wish I had the chance to get to know him.

Thank you.

Sorry, Dad.

Gonna have to stop.